DaJiboo's Dunces

Name: Sir Rusty (AKA GARBAGE KNIGHT) THEME SONG
Gender: MUSCLE MAN
Age: Early Thirties
Personality: Old fashioned Chivalry has never been so annoying. Quick to judge, make assumptions and act on said judgments, Sir Rusty will defend those he believes to be weak, strike down those that he thinks unjust, and right whatever wrongs his two eyes lay upon. He is a man of his word, a man of honor, a man of steel, but most importantly he is A MAN.
Polite when appropriate, he speaks in convoluted english he believes to be old fashioned but is really just nonsense. Brave in the face of danger, he charges into battle eagerly with a look on his eyes most describe as "Definitely off his rocker.". Kind in an almost fatherly way, only take the supplies he offers if you don't mind being referred to as his "Squire" and dragged along on his quest to hunt for .... giants?
Appearance: The man under the armor is well-toned, well-oiled and well-built. His face was handsome to women at some point, and still retains most of it's rogue-like charm even with the numerous cuts and bruises he has endured. His hair, chestnut brown and cropped short so it won't sweat under his arming cap, compliments his green eyes and cleft chin. He stands 6'2", 260 lbs of muscle and weighs in at 340 lbs with his gear on. Shoulders medium width apart, a muscular waistline and athletic legs that could haul heavy loads great distances, he would be the spitting image of an Olympian if not for his attachment to Medieval European culture as opposed to ancient Greek.
Background:
Sir Rusty woke up one morning in the Pit, with no recollection of his previous life. The only thing he remembers is that at one point, he was fooled by a woman (like any great knight would, on a SINGULAR occasion). Slowly coming to his senses and with no knowledge of the world around him, all he had when he first woke up was a copy of Don Quixote, leather bound and hardcover. Also very conveniently pocket sized.
After reading the book and reflecting on it's meaning, his relatively peaceful introduction to the Pit was quickly ended by the (some would say inevitable) sudden arrival of a spider-hound. Chased by the beast through the city, he began having strange visions of monsters around every corner, brigands and outlaws waiting to ambush him but also of victorious battles, vanquishes foes and great feats of Knightliness. Eventually, Sir Rusty stumbled into the remains of a military museum, ran right past scores five and four of modern weaponry he did not recognize as such, into the medieval exhibit from which he takes his name. Inside, the image of a Knight in shining (and I mean this shit was HELLA SPARKLIN) white armor pointed him to a partially smashed display. Inside lay what would become his most trusted ally within the ruined city, the bastard sword he would dub "FIDO FIDELLUS" (a name that made feelings of warmth fill his heart). Turning around, he deftly side-stepped the spider-hound's lunge and beheaded it with a clean, two-handed stroke.
Classification: In the style of Don Quixote, Sir Rusty has visions. These could be completely false (windmills to giants, anyone?) or accurate to the point that it seems like his words hold sway on reality. What is really happening is Rusty sees some possible futures, and since none are set in stone this means he will sometimes have completely fake or erroneous visions. Practically, this translates to unreliable superstition that sometimes causes Rusty to avoid traps and other times run right into them. More than anything, though, it compliments his impressive martial prowess with an ability to read your next move... or moves?
Partner: To be determined.