Mr. Covington

Mr. Covington, aka the "Captain" of the Rats Crew.

Weapons- Webley Revolver

Occupation- Staff Sergeant (British Army)

Birth year- 1900

Gender- Male

Height- 5’11"

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He used to be serious and responsible but after a very specific, horrible incident, he woke up thinking that he’s a pirate. He now roams the North African front, seeking revenge and a steady supply of “adult beverages”.

He has a rather archaic way of speaking, using words and phrases such as “ahoy”, “scallywag”, and “hang ‘em from the yardarm”. He also thrives on a strange diet of insects and honey but is more than willing to share some with you. His military record (like his entire aura) is wholly unclean, however; he’s quite responsible for perjury, looting, and rumrunning.

He and his little group, nicknamed “Covington’s Rats”, stem from a very large and organised armoured division. The war ministry wants him dead, so they eventually cut off all of his funding and supplies for good. This, of course, includes tank fuel, but our boy here usually finds a way to uh....”borrow” some.