Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Character Goal or Motivation: To see the best explosions, win with the biggest bomb. Occupation: Nutz is a crazy adrenaline junkie, Just ask and they will assist you in creating unhinged destructive art. Best Known For: Inventing dangerous fun. Like smoking and playing with bombs on top of a gas pump. How did they come to join the Public Eye?: Created the Public Eye by accidently blowing the roof off an abandoned Red Rocket Truck Stop not realizing there was people inside of it. Friends were made, a sturdy fortress was established. Backstory Lore: Just another typical survivor way too bored trying to get by with the little they had. Things were lackluster watching the tumble weeds roll by the abandoned ruins. People knew that they were going to have to be creative in order to have some fun, but they didn’t realize some might take it too far. One drifter decided to do that with fireworks. But these fireworks were more like actual fire. Bomb after bomb was crafted, honing skills and filling up the shelves to the brim trying to make the perfect explosion. Stockpiles of metal casings and gunpowder was strewn about on the floor of the war bus Shelia they had come to call home. Day in and day out they continued building. Till the one night it was finished. Years poured into mastering the perfect 6 seconds of sparkle, final complete. Without a second thought the hooded individual pushed aside the other grenades and stumbled out the bus. Disorderly running through the streets out of the secured encampment into the desert night. Looking back once to make sure the firelight of the camp was just far enough in the distance, the person stopped abruptly. Pausing only for a moment to catch their breath they made on last deep inhale, closed their eyes and pulled the pin. They then launched the grenade straight into the sky above their head. Eyes snapping open in wonderment to begin a loud count down starting calm at first and then bursting with excitement as the final number approached. “One, two, Three, Four, FIVE, SIX…” 20 feet above in the sky a bright light of white flashed through the darkness unleashing a powerful roar. Their eyes were fixed on the sky, uncaring of the damage and devastation erupting around them. Watching in awe as the sparks erupted from the incendiary projectile leading to a final concussive shockwave that gouged the ground around the person knocking them away form the initial blast zone. Then next sounds to be head was the yelling of the other drifters running to address the commotion. They had assumed it would be intruders but were shocked to only to find one of their own passed out smiling amongst a pit of rubble. “This is fucking crazy” “get out of here!” “What are you doing? “Your nuts!” the drifters screamed before running away. Slowing waking up in the rubble the only thing the hooded individual could hear was the reverberating of “Your nuts, your nuts… your nuts…” slowly repeating over and over like an echo as their ringing ears calmed and the environment settled around them. Shooting up from the ground like nothing ever happened the person screamed excitedly “I’m… NUTZ” while shooting their hand proudly into the air showing off the pull pin ornament saved from the recently thrown grenade. Needless to say the other drifters were not excited about their new rouge bomber companion and proceeded to slowly move on to other encampments over time. No one ever wanted to be woken up by bombing or see the fireworks 24/7, It started to become a challenge ti find others that wanted to play. All semblance of reason disappeared and from that point on it became Nutz’s passion to find friends that appreciated their explosive toys. With that they decided to set out to find other outcasts that wanted to sneak their way back into the heart of public spaces, and thus The Public Eye was born as a safe space for the eccentric outcasts to be welcomed.