Barry D. Payne may be a rat, but he sure as hell ain't no scab. He’ll definitely cross lines but never a picket line. Named for Brit’s favorite ex, he’s fresh off the boat from Northern Ireland where he fought in the IRA until his recent conversion to barbed wire American anarchy. He’s a rat bastard with a penchant to snip wires and ruint your day but loves a good beer and hug. Find him resisting and occasionally assisting in prints or terrorizing local bar patrons with talks of union uprisings.