Concept: Meth Supplier
AKA: Krieger’s real name is Ronald Lee Talbot. No one calls him that since he was 13 and both of his parents died in a car wreck. Some people also call him “Blitz” Most people who know him don’t know that Krieger isn’t his name.
Desc: He’s big and broadly framed. He had a promising career as a full-back before he dropped out of high school. He’s a storm of prison skinhead ink with hints and notes of Odinist worship. He likes the Viking aesthetic, it speaks to him. But he hasn’t really read anything about pagan worship. Before he got involved with the Meth, he looked a lot fatter than he really is and he used to eat like a horse. Now he just looks like wound up corded muscle. His skin is pockmarked and doesn’t look healthy. He’s hairy like a Viking and he’s tried various half-assed attempts to braid some of that, but he doesn’t have the finger dexterity or the patience. His teeth are in poor shape and couple are missing. Although, that was true before the Meth business. Krieger has been in a lot of fights.
Krieger has the kind of eyes that make you think that he might be thinking about eating a nice danish while he’s strangling the life out of you with his enormous hands.
History: The main tragedy of Krieger’s life is that he’s only about half smart and grew up redneck as anything. It meant poor decisions. It meant education that didn’t really mean a damn. It meant a lifetime of blaming shit on people he’d never even met, all his damn life. It meant growing up in social dynamics that were Darwinian at best. And maybe that’s the only reason why he’s alive.
Look. Krieger has a few skills and some native intelligence, a guy with his build and his capacity for violence, well the Nazi’s are going to come around and start talking sweet to him. “Yeah, buddy. It’s totally not your fault you can’t hold down a job. ‘specially when them greasy latino fucks are stealing them from guys like and me.” Before you know it, These guys are your best friends, and they’re telling you all kinds of totally smart stuff. And even though you’ve never so much as clapped eyes on a Latino, Muslim, or Jew in your whole life, Well, your pals have laid it all out how those fuckers have stolen your natural birthright.
Easiest thing in the world.
And you know, they might come around some night and say, “Hey Krieger...We got this project and we kind of think you’d be good at ramrodding it. We got this factory where we cook up the Meth and we need someone to boss it and see to security.” And Krieger, having had some of the Meth, and liking it just fine, jumped at the chance.
Shockingly, it turned out to be a good fit. They expected he’d flame out like the last guy did. Unless you have that environmental gear like they have on “Breaking Bad” you’re going to get way high just being around the meth while it’s cooking. And that’s how a lot of the fatalities happens, especially since the cooking process is volatile too. Boom.
But Krieger, He’s an odd duck. He likes the Meth, don’t misunderstand me. But he considers the trust that his Aryan brothers have laid on him to be the best fucking thing that has ever happened to him. So he exercises SOME discipline, as much as he can. and he sees to the security end of the operation with a monomaniacal zeal.
The primary factory is in a double-wide trailer at the top of a holler loaded with some of the most nefarious man-traps and deadfalls known to man. Krieger’s daddy was a jarhead in Vietnam, and his stories left an indelible impression on young Ronald. Anybody coming up this way is liable to set something off and it will be like they kicked a hornets nest. HORNETS ON METH!
Attitude: “Dude. It’s the only real job I’ve really ever been good at. So I’m going to do it well. Come up on the Holler, looking to take this away from me and my brothers, and you’re going to get you a fight.”
Skills: Mentally, Krieger is no great thinker. He doesn’t deal with surprises well. (And he KNOWS this about himself. So he endeavors to plan stuff when things are nice and quiet) He’s poorly educated but shows a certain amount of technical prowess, much of it learned from his father. and he does mathematics just fine.
On the social side. He’s big and scary looking. He’s not nervous around women and he’s already figured out that there are some women who’ll gravitate to him, either because he figures they’ll get meth out of him. (likely true) or that he’ll smack them around. (Also likely true.) He’d likely have a bit more streetwise if he could concentrate better. Surprisingly, Krieger is turning out to be pretty good at his command of the men who do security. He treats all of them like his brothers, and he always seems to have some kind of plan for when cops or rivals come around.
Physically, Krieger is a fucking monster. He’s weakest on dexterity certainly, that and his low wits tends to make for poor defense. He does, however, have a strongly athletic(3+) body while it’s holding up. (Meth really does a number on your body long term.) He is, however, Hella strong and he’s got plenty of Stamina to go with all that. He’s been in lots of fights so he’ll have pretty decent scores in Brawl and Weaponry. He’s not a trained combatant, he might have a dot or two in some kind of Wrestling style. He’s not a great shot, though. His weapon of choice in that realm is a pump action 12 gauge.
He’ll also have crafts, not a ton of dots maybe, but a number of specs for it. He’d have some automotive, a bit of electrical, some plumbing, some drywall, some carpentry, and a spec in Improvised Explosive devices. Gotta love that internet. Krieger does at least make certain that the stuff he builds gets tested before it becomes part of the security set-up. Also, he has Animal Ken out the blowhole, The pit bulls at the complex are very very well trained.
Gear: He doesn’t trust smart phones and they aren’t much use up the Holler anyway. So he sticks to land lines and his flip phone. Oddly, his little Wal-mart go-phone has lasted way longer than they usually do. Krieger doesn’t text. He’s got a truckers chain wallet where he keeps his necessities. For personal protection, if he’s encountered away from the Holler he will likely have a nice big hunting knife. Anything other than that would be a parole violation. Up at the holler, expect that he’ll have his shotgun near to hand. Even in the bathroom. He’s paranoid that way.
Home: Krieger is working on a little project. He’s taken some of his money and plowed it into another Trailer, This one is in town and he’s outfitting it as a satellite lab, or a back-up in case the old one goes tits up. He spends some time there every few days or so, He’s getting a read on his neighbors there in the trailer park and he’s working on a venting system that will pump production fumes out into the rainwater drainage outflow pipe at the bottom of the hill. The trailer is already wired to explode with several pounds of homemade plastique. It will likely shred this trailer and the trailers on both sides of him. His personal bedroom looks like an armory out of a low-rent spy movie. He’s been keeping the project quiet for the moment because he wants to present the second lab as a pleasant surprise to the AB leadership, or at worst, as a thoughtful backup plan, that he put together... just in case. This is the best gig he’s ever had and he means to keep it.
Circle: If you aren’t a redneck, Member of his extended family, or a member of the AB, or some woman looking to smash. Krieger doesn’t want to know you. And he’s big enough and mean enough that he can make you go away if you aren’t armed or a cop.
“Howdy bruh. You look lost.”
Naturally, Krieger doesn’t really have much to do in town. A lot of what he does, he does out in the county, and then bikers come around and distribute the product, every so often, the Aryan Brotherhood sends someone around to check on things and lay money on the boys for doing a good job. Every so often makings get brought up the holler. They’ve got a source that can make a palette of pseudoephedrine go astray. That shit comes straight here.
“Keep pushing asshole and you’re going to end up feeding the Allfather’s crows.”
While there are some occasional doctrinal issues with the Nazi party and the KKK, both of whom still identify themselves as Christian groups, a lot of these issues are glossed over in the name of combatting a common enemy. The Aryan Brotherhood has a strong Odinist contingent among them and most of the people that Krieger looks up to, are a part of that. While Krieger still tends to view things through a redneck Christian lens, he is slowly starting to adopt a more Odinist attitude.
Wouldn’t it be something if one of his AB higher-ups discovered that he had a talent for Hedge Magick?
* Sheriff Hank Settles knows that there's a Meth lab up there in the foothills somewhere, but he ain't exactly sure where, and he knows from hard experience that even if it's not some kind of fishing expedition for locating a moonshine still or some patch where the grass gets grown...Going up there is a good way to get himself and all of his deputies killed. All Hank can do right now is keep an eye on who comes and goes and if he sees some means of getting some outside help, he'll take it. Unlike Grass and Shine, This stuff is pure poison.
* Is it any surprise that he and the boys tune in Alex Mahoney and get all riled up out of proportion?
* Once got defended by Christine Horowitz on an aggravated assault charge. It didn't go well. Krieger would like to repay the little jew girl someday, predominantly with the lower half of body.
*Robert Nathan Herbert "Quite possibly the smartest guy I know, and he got me the BEST deal on a truck..."
* Krieger and Ezekiel Stubbs knew one another inside. He turns up at the holler once a week and they always welcome Gallowsbait MC as long lost brothers. Each is convinced that the other guy is dumber and weaker too. But that's ok. Brotherhood is more important.
* Has dumped a body a time or two out at The Borland Farm. Krieger wouldn't know about the place at all except that Darlene is a cousin.
* Homer Conway is a primary contact for the weapons that the AB buy and he also explains that ordinance at Krieger's personal trailer. Homer is careful with Krieger. He likes the younger man, who reminds him of himself when he was that age, but he's also on guard that the Meth could turn him into some wound up nutcase while his kids and grandkids might be in the house. It's true. You can turn your back on a drug addict. But you can't turn your back on a drug...especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye.