Rustle Busto

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Name: Rustle Busto
Universe:
Sci-Fi
Official Reference:
Here (By Raven)
Canonical Age:
26
Height:
6’2
Weight:
170 lbs
Personality in Three Words:
Lonely, disconnected, persuadable.
Official Partner:
None
History:
Rustle always had a knack for wiring and soldering as a child. There was no satisfying his hunger for tinkering. As a kid he was part of a large family and had no real friendships or connections to any of them, instead choosing to explore the neighborhood and nature around him by himself. This meant he was always able to find a new junkyard or landfill to take parts from, trying to construct new things all the time. When he was a teenager he began to make a decent amount of money for said inventions.
So, when he was older, he decided to go to school to satisfy the need for something to do. It wasn’t exactly a passion to sit in math classes, but it got him the degrees and licensing in mechanical and electrical engineering. After that, he was hired on by a vehicle racing company to work on the cars, stages, and race tracks. He did so for a while, making plenty of money that he did not have an idea for, until one night when he was leaving work a black bag was thrown over his head and he was knocked out.
He woke up in a hospital bed, completely fine minus a minor concussion, and was brought to a dim room where he met a man in a very nice suit who introduced himself as the Don of the Marque mafia. He offered Rustle a job working for them- cars, ships, anything that might be needed. Rustle figured he had no reason to say no, so he accepted. Why not, right?
And that was how Rustle, now mostly just going by “Rust” in the mob as a fond nickname, sort of accidentally ended up working for the Marque. He didn’t do anything other than his job as an engineer, but was apathetic to his surroundings. On many of his jobs of course, the Don himself would come to talk to him, admitting that he was the only person who had willingly accepted a job offer without even so much as thinking about it.
Rust began to learn a lot about the Don from their fond conversations, and eventually the Don made him a new offer; be his personal assistant, run errands, work on his own private projects that were a secret even to the family. He’d be able to get out and see the galaxy, he wouldn’t be doing anything immoral, just doing drops and pick ups and more engineering. Again, Rust thought, why not?
So Rust began working directly for the Don, apathetic to the world around him, content to just get out and see what there was to see. He had money for his hobby, he had power and invulnerability, he had options. He felt free, to put it simply.