Dust Commando

Dust Men
Moya: "They [Dust Men] were just a bunch of homeless guys before the blast"
Cole: "I guess that explains the trash bags they're wearing"
Moya: "I wouldn't crack jokes, I think they are lead by an extremely powerful conduit."

Name: Ulysses Graham
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Power(s): High rate of flesh regeneration (a few seconds for small cuts and bruises to days for third-degree burn), dismembered limbs can be reattached (stem cells rapidly produced). No part of the brain can be regenerated or reattached, and if the head is severed at all, he will most likely die.
Weapons:

• 10mm Pistol, 4 rounds per second
  
• Double-barrel Shotgun

Gang Rank: Commando and officer, if they have such a thing.
Brief History: Graham once worked for the Militia. He was in the smaller Ray Sphere blast Bertrand created, expecting to gain powers of his own, and was quite satisfied with his. However, when Bertrand decided that all conduits are satanic freaks, he quit and fled to Empire City before anyone could accuse him of being one. Ulysses thought joinning the Dust Men was the quickest, easiest way to achieve sustainance and a general living, so he did. Already being fit, skilled, and otherwise capable in a fight and logistics, Ulysses quickly rose through the ranks.
Appearance:

(That vest is bulletproof.)
Personality: Ulysses is level-headed and stone-faced. If one makes a joke to him, he will just stare at them with an aloof expression. Even in the presence of creatures as terrifying as U-3, he will not show fear, and rarely flinches when harmed. However, Ulysses has shown a degree of compassion, and will willingly risk his own "immortal" hide for his teammates (cliche, I know).
Graham enjoys pushing his limits, engaging opponents much stronger than he is, but believes he can survive any fight, no matter the odds. He usually does.

*when creating your character take note that the majority of them were wiped out by the doom. Might make for a nice plotline, yeah?

Majority? Not under my command, they didn't!

Yep