Ebon Civilian (Drug Manufacturer and Dealer)

History

Burn-Out was born on Static although he remembers little of his childhood. His first real memorys are of fearing for his parents. He would find them in the mornings sitting in the same places where they were the night before, wearing the same cloathes. They moved three times in the same year. His mother would refuse to answer the door or go near the windows. Then, when Burn-Out (then Warmth) was ten years old, his parents went into the White.

Other Ebons came and went and tried to talk to him. But he couldn’t express his emotions in any words he had ever heard from another Ebon. A few weeks after his parents entered the White he was diagnosed as suffering from manic depression. In the following year he destroyed two TVs, got arrested for attempted arson and tried to kill himself. He would have ended up dead were it not for a few Brain Waster kids he started hanging with. To begin with they just took the piss, but Warmth didn’t particularly care; everything they said about Ebons and Ebon culture made sense to him. And eventually, they stopped seeing him as a messed up Ebon kid an started treating him like one of them.

One day they took him to the pad of a friend of their’s; Smoke. Smoke was smart but lazy. His one tallent was for chemistry; he would boast that he could get you high on piss with the right equipment. Burn-Out (no one called him by his real name anymore) started hanging out around Smoke’s place almost every day. He would spend weeks on end sitting around there getting wasted.

Then one day the Shivers came down on Smoke’s pad. Smoke had Burn-Out wait outside whilst he threw the stuff out of the window to him. Smoke got arrested and Burn-Out got a chemistry set.

Nowadays Burn-Out still suffers from manic depression; he is either on a low where he just sits at home getting stoned or he’s on a high, where he dresses up in leathers, wears black make up around his eyes for a charred-eyelids effect and either goes out with his friends or goes to a Brain Waster club to pick a fight. He has numerous contacts in the underworld to whom he pedals his 'products' and has started branching out into selling weapons and information. Burn-Out fits Brain Waster steriotypes better than most Brain Wasters. He is loud, rude and gets kicks out of pissing people off.

Quotes

'Come on, I don’t want your fucking money; you’re a Slop. For these wonderful treats of mine, all I ask is that you go into The Joint and get me some Alice. I want to know what they put in that shit.'

'More minds widened than any other guy in Mort City. Bar Mr Slayer, of course.'

'Fuck me that’s good shit!'

'Here’s the stuff, now get the fuck out of my hall. Fucking junkies.'