Timmy! Timmie! Timmi! Timmee!
Skinny and lanky, Timothy typically wears rags he ‘earned’ through a trade convoy several years ago. Usually carrying a battered sawed-off shotgun, rusted machete and a well worn leather backpack.
Timothy is always looking for a new adventure and will try any ‘get rich’ scheme, especially if it means getting back on the move or out of the city he currently is in. After traveling with Matt for several weeks, and following an enormous explosion, Timothy has developed significant quirks including speech impediments, twitches and a love for explosives and large weaponry.