A large man inspecting a map looked up at the mention of his name. He strode over to the four, his muscles rippling as he moved. The man, Jacobs, towered over everyone in the train car. A thick beard grew from his dark face, and his eyes were bloodshot and weary from long nights without rest. Despite this, he still carried an air of toughness and power about him. One arm was sawed off to the elbow, and an iron spike protruded from the stump. He wore ragged jeans and a beat-up bomber jacket over a stained tank top. Chains were slung over his shoulder, and a huge rocket launcher was strapped to his back.