Name: Henri Fontaine DeLeteur Delacroix, AKA "Del"

Age: 36

Appearance: [img]http://charactergallery.pbworks.com/f/Firefly%201.08%20Out%20of%20gas%20(2002)%20unknown1%20as%20Marco%27s%20gunman.jpg[/img]

Race: Human

Skills: Guns, Melee Weapons, Survival

Perks:

1) Gun Nut -- Big surprise, the mercenary is very, very fond of guns and keeping them in repair.

2) Tribal Wisdom -- In his travels, Del's met more than a few tribals, and he's learned from them the best ways to live off the land, and how to deal with the less 'Civilized' peoples of the wasteland. And how to cook a decent rat steak.

Equipment:

1) [hider=Remington 870 Witness Protection][img]http://www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/8/8b/Remingt870WitProt_Eli.jpg/600px-Remingt870WitProt_Eli.jpg[/img][/hider]

2) [hider=Colt Police Special][img]http://www.imfdb.org/images/d/d5/Second_Colt_Police_Positive.jpg[/img][/hider]

3) [hider=Dirk Knife][img]http://img.auctiva.com/imgdata/0/9/4/9/6/3/webimg/718370466_o.jpg[/img][/hider]

4) A small pack of travel supplies; Canteen, cans of pork and beans, spare ammo and parts for his guns, etc.

5) His clothes. They're pretty simple, consisting of a dark maroon plaid flannel shirt (sleeves usualy rolled up to his forearm), black fingerless gloves, a tan tactical vest, blue jeans, tan kneepads, and heavy combat boots. He also has a black bandana and goggles for storms, but otherwise he keeps them in his pack.

Bio: There isn't too much to be said about this man. One of the few remaining members of the strange and alien people of the Southern Wasteland known as "Cajuns", he was born and raised in the semi-ruined city of New Orleans. New Orleans, part of the region now known simply as The Delta, was a little less of a hellhole than most parts of the U.S. these days, with only the occasional attack by raiders and cannibalistic Swamp Folk. Even so, it was enough to make a young man want to leave and explore the world. Such was the case with Del, who after a brief stint with the settlement's militia, left for the West to pursue a career as a mercenary at age 24. Since then he's been rambling up and down the Wasteland from Caesar's lands, The Mojave, The NCR and even as far as Montana. Now he's wandered back South towards New Vegas with the rumor of a big job and the opportunity for a bigger reward than any Good Ol' Boy could ever dream of...