Fat Eddie was born about the size of five burger king double whoppers, or so his grandda said, and he never stopped growing. By age 10 he was as large as most grown men, no muscle but a lot of weight to boot, a fan of the food so he was. At age 14 he lied his way into a culinary class by passing for 18 and completed a 1 year chefing cert to become a better cook for his folks. Food in traveller camps was a bit on the manky side, though not when Fat Eddie was around. He'd always find a way to make something good out of the worst foods, mutton became mutton slices and leek stew with a lovely beef stock, pancakes became flattened pancakes stacked atop each other with dollops of melted nutella and cream; hence his name: Fat Eddie. He lived up to that name well and good, standing at 6 foot 4 inches and weighing well over 220 pounds, whenever they started moving the caravans, Eddie would have to sit on one side and the rest of the lads would sit on the other to balance out the weight.
Cooking competitions became a regular for Eddie, beating the other contestants with his skill or beating them in a back alley when they went for a 5 minute break until they promised to let him win. After becoming five-time champion of the All Ireland Culinary Competition, he decided that he'd gone as far as he could with cooking and turned to a life of crime with his cousins. Eddie being a large man could carry much more than the average lad, so pulling him for copper and other metal runs was sought after heavily. He also acted as an enforcer for his family when bad lads turned up to have a laugh at the tinkers, cracking skulls and burying them in piles of dirty, rotten meat left over from his kitchen if they were particularly bad. The worst offenders got sat on until their ribs broke. Or horse drawn til their joints popped out, but that's another story.
When Scoobie Ward, scrap dealer extraordinaire, asked Fat Eddie to come on his expedition across Europe to dominate the eastern European scrap metal business, Eddie couldn't say no. Keeping the lads fed on the road was gonna be important to their success, so along with them he went. Turns out that was a shite decision but y'know, family's family. After scrapping a few times with the Dimitrov family, using his trusty cutter "Lady" to take a few Dimitrov eyes, his family was driven out of their turf and into South Zagoria. On their journey, Eddie picked up a pitbull dog called Keria, which he kept safe and home until the outbreak. They remained together throughout the turbulence in SZ, this was no problem for a nomad such as him, but as of November 21st 2019, Keria is missing.
The years haven't been good to Eddie, as his ma would say, being trapped in an enclosure like South Zagoria played havoc with his gypsy blood. His mind has become fractured, he has become more hostile, though his love of cooking has been retained throughout his madness, and violence is now routine for him. Unpredictable is the only word to describe his state of mind as of today, friend could quickly become foe, foe could quickly become meat, a normal interaction with the slightest perceived insult could turn violent quickly or he could laugh it off as though they were old mates; though in his head he remembers that he must never bring harm to the family.
- Set up a kitchen again once the site is up and running.
- Acquire enough metal for the boys to construct the site (0/100).
- Find Keria.
- Batter the Bailiffs [Ongoing].