Silas Rhodes's Questionnaire

Leiper’s Fork, Tennessee, population 651. Nestled in the rolling hills where whisky and moonshine flow strong as the creek the town is named for.  Far enough from the law to do as you please and close enough to take a day trip to Nashville. The trailer Silas lives in was owned by his great grandfather, and still bears the same wood panel walls adorned with tacky cuckoo clocks that have long since broken. The front porch is also in disrepair, only because Silas can’t be bothered. Several rusty project cars sit on the property. A detached garage built by great grandpa is where Silas spends most of his free time tinkering. 

Farm work. From feeding animals to shoveling shit, herding cattle and breeding horses. It’s hard work but it keeps the lights on. He started when he was ten. Working on the farm next door with his entire family from sunup to sundown. Somewhere along the way he was introduced to guns. He can shoot, repair, and source any gun you can think of. This is another stream of income buying, modding, and selling firearms. Every so often someone will come to the trailer looking for car parts or to get their vehicle fixed, which Silas does for a fair price. 

Freedom is the only thing Silas cares about. He would kill a fascist probably. He might even die