BOONE "DUSTY" MADDOX
BOONE 'DUSTY' MADDOX
If you’ve spent any time tuned into our frequency, you’ve heard that voice. It’s a dry, weathered sound—like a boot walking over sun-bleached timber. That’s Boone. Most folks call him 'Dusty,' a name he picked up because he’s always got his nose in some crumbly, pre-war book or a pile of sawdust. Boone stands a solid six-foot-one, built like a mountain ash—lean, but he’s got those broad Maddox shoulders that look like they were made for carrying the weight of the world. He’s got sandy hair that’s never seen a proper comb and a face that tells you exactly how hard the wind was blowing that day. But don't let the rough edges fool you. Behind those observant eyes is a mind that’s constantly measuring, weighing, and turning survival into something... well, something you can hum. He’s the son of Dreg 'Pops' Maddox. Now, if Pops is the iron hammer of the Appalachians, Boone is the handle that makes it useful. He grew up in the Northern Drylands of Sector 18, where 'survival' wasn't a hobby—it was the only thing on the menu. While Pops was busy barking orders about charcoal ratios and perimeter snares, Boone was listening to the rhythm of the work. He realized early on that a man might forget a lecture, but he’ll never forget a song. That’s why he’s a fixture here on the Wasteland Workshop. After Pops gets through grumbling out the technical 'Field Notes'—usually while Boone’s in the background making sure the old man doesn't accidentally kick the broadcast equipment—Boone takes over. He strips the world down to a single guitar, a heavy boot-stomp, and a melody. He calls it 'The Ridge-Line Ledger.' It’s his way of making sure that when the radio goes silent and the batteries die, the knowledge stays in your head. He’s a bridge between his father’s grit and the future we’re all trying to build. He doesn't sing for the applause; he sings so you don't die of gut-rot or get lost in the fog. Just a man, a guitar, and a penny’s worth of light. The "Dusty" Stats Physical: 6'1", 205 lbs. Sandy hair, rough-cut beard, scarred carpenter’s hands. Role: Musical Lore-Keeper for KNF-7. Signature Style: 1940s Mono Field Recordings. Solo voice only. No "friends" on the porch. Philosophy: "Rhythm is a blueprint you can carry in your heart."