Name: Whit

Age: 232

Gender: Male

Appearance: 
[img]http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/224/0/9/fallout_oc___chet_by_psuede-d7utilm.jpg[/img]

Home: New Mexico - Unbeknownst to Whit

Skills: 
-Repairing
-Survival
-Energy weapons
-Lockpick
-Guns(To a smaller extent)

Background: 
Whit can't remember most of his early life before becoming a ghoul. His memories kick in a short while after he had joined one of the many ghoul 'camps' that littered the wastes of the Mojave a hundred years or so after 2077 and the nuclear blast. He and the other ghouls at the camp fended feral ghouls, radscorpions and many other threats away from their small, slowly moving camp. 

Soon enough, Civilization had begun to rebuild itself with the opening of the vaults and whatnot. With the advent of many towns and even cities being created all across the wasteland came the introduction of trading to the wastes. Whit cashed in on this new business by acting as a sort of courier for many people willing to pay him for it before using the money he earned from this to buy supplies at low prices and sell them high elsewhere. 

Whit eventually grew tired of trading though, and in his arrogance decided on becoming a mercenary. He fell in with a few 'gangs' throughout the wasteland, mostly new gangs who would have accepted anyone, even a ghoul. Whit eventually got proficient enough with his weapons to join a more well known mercenary company, one that is now defunct. He travelled with the company for a good while, and he genuinely enjoyed the experience. That is until he lost his leg on the job. The mission was simple. Kill some backwater farmer and take his ear as proof. What Whit and his gang didn't expect was a deathclaw to appear on scene and kill two of the members before taking Whit's leg off with one fell swoop. The deathclaw was eventually taken down with the help of a few explosives, but whit was rapidly losing blood. He barely survived the trip back to town. A doctor begrudgingly fixed Whit's leg, but he was still left disfigured from the shin down. Whit travelled for a while before encountering upon a mechanic who happily made Whit a defacto leg in exchange for a few caps.

Whit's been travelling all over America after that. Trading to get by and drinking to forget the past. Currently he's arrived in a town by the name of "south of the border" with the hope that they will at least not water down their drinks.

Equipment: 
-Plasma rifle
-.357 magnum revolver
-Combat knife 
-The Clothes pictured, although he also wears a sort of 'cowboy' hat along with a red rag that hangs around his neck and can be easily moved up to cover his mouth. The cowboy hat also usually has a pair of goggles, slightly cracked hanging around the centre. 

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