[center]Dylan Hargrave[/center]

[b]Age:[/b] 36

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Specialty/Archetype:[/b] Combat Sniper and Out-of-Combat Ranged Weapon Tinkerer and Manufacturer. He knows how to make all types of guns and ammunition. Because of this, he has minor knowledge in electronics. He also knows how to handle himself in a scuffle, but it's not his specialty.

[b]Appearance/Gear:[/b] Short Black hair, sunken grey eyes. He has a gritty dark tan. Seems to have a permanent 5 o'clock shadow for a beard. 5'10", 200 pounds of lean muscle. No visible scars (but what looks like a trio of deathclaw claw scars on his back running from his left shoulder to his right hip). Walks with a slight limp, favoring his left leg, unnoticeable when running. Wears dark grey combat fatigues that are slightly tattered, well-worn combat boots with a hidden boot knife, a black nylon belt that has 4 magazines for his pistol, and a bandolier of .50 caliber hand-spun ballistic shells over his shoulder (which runs the same direction as his scar). He has an energy pistol on his right hip and a ballistic .50 caliber rifle slung onto his shoulder. Likes to chew on stuff, like a cigar or a toothpick.

[b]Personality:[/b] Honest to a fault. Never ask him his opinion unless you want the honest truth. He will [i]occasionally[/i] lie, but it's extremely rare. His honesty has gotten him into trouble, which is why he currently has no woman in his life. When he signs on to do a job, he will complete it to the best of his ability, and he will follow his job to the letter, not necessarily the intent unless that's clear as well. He is extremely interested in anything that shoots, from ballistic to energy, plasma, explosive, and beyond. If he finds a new weapon, he will attempt to tinker with it, take it apart, learn how it works, and put it back together again.....This usually works out alright, but not all the time. 

[b]History:[/b] Dylan is not sure where he came from, just that he woke up 8 years ago in one of Freeside's many alleys. He knew nothing of his past or who he was, just that he was cold and hungry. He wandered for a bit and got jumped by a couple of locals, which ended badly for them. He apparently knew some form of martial arts, which his body took him through the motions and removed the locals of their lives and their belongings. This began his long journey into rediscovering who he was.
Over the next few years, his mind began opening up and remembering things, like his name, some images of learning how to fight in an underground facility with bright lights, learning how to shoot the tails off of radscorpions with various weapons, and generally how to survive. These images led his urge to learn how weapons worked and how to alter and manufacture them. His expertise was used by Mick in Mick & Ralph's for a few years. Eventually, Dylan got tired of working for someone, so he decided to quit working for Mick and strike it out on his own. Working for Mick did give Dylan a chance to create himself a few weapons, which he still has to this day, which he's used to make himself some caps.
Recently, he has taken to removing Raiders and rad-beasties for the fun of it. If he gets paid, that'd be cool, but scavenging things off of the raiders and selling the bits and pieces of radscorpion and radroaches pays enough for him to live comfortably. He scours the market every chance he gets for the hopes of a new weapon that he can take apart and figure out.

Other: No current affiliations. He occasionally works freelance for Mick when there's repairs or a weapon commissioned to be made. Other than that, he shoots raiders and rad-beasties for fun and profit. He will take some jobs as they present themselves, but due to his private work against the raiders, he doesn't have to take every job that comes across his path.