Name: Reese Schubaltz (Acquired, real name: Neil Arcand.)

Appearance: He stands at 5' 11”, Brown hair covering his ears and partial back of his neck, hazel eyes, brown duster and red hat, dog tags with the name 'Reese Schubaltz.

Age: 25

Personality: Reese is a quite man but doesn't mind conversing with people he finds okay, he's loyal to any companions he meets along the way once he knows them and is always the first one to risk his life first before others do.

Faction: Independent

Equipment: M14 EBR, Silencer, Combat Knife, Canteen, Medical Tools.

Skills: Excellent marksman with long range rifles, also is proficient with medicine, being able to treat illness and injuries as well perform surgery.

History: Reese grew up in New Vegas his family having a small physicians business where he learned his medical skills from his mother and father. One day a group of bandits were looking for any kind of drugs they could get robbed him and his family of all they had, that prompted him to acquire an old lever action rifle where through constant practice, eventually made him a crack shot, able to hit targets at almost 700 meters. The NCR came across him one day when he had been practicing his shots, seeing his skill with a rifle, they recruited him and further developed those skills, though when it came to combat, it wasn't for him, he could kill to defend himself, but he couldn't actively fire upon someone first.

He transferred to the combat medics, finding much more fulfillment in saving lives rather than taking them. He had been sent out to help a squad of soldiers who had been ambushed, one of them being a good friend he met when he was in sniper training, he had been in the middle of patching him up when a mortar shell landed near them, blasting the two of them away as it kicked up dirt and sand; the only thing he managed to grab onto when the explosion occurred was his friends dog tags. When he awoke, his head had been throbbing and blood was running down it, only reason he had survived was because his now minced friend had taken most of damage. There was just one problem though, he couldn't remember anything, not his friend, not his own name, not anything, looking down in his hand, he saw the dog tags with his friend's name he thought they were his and that's how he got his new name.

Picking up the M14 that had been the real Reese Schubaltz's, he put it on his back and made his way to a nearby town where he got patched up. He then soon started to wander the wastes, trying to see if any of his memory would return, the only thing he really retained being his marksman and medical skills, using the latter to sustain and keep him alive. He wandered on foot for a bit, traveling into Utah, then through Colorado, finding a group of settlers and traveled with them a bit till they hit Missouri, the trip taking a few good months and had left him fatigued. He had been ready to turn around and head back home, feeling there was no one and nothing out how far he was traveling when he heard some people talking about a place in North Carolina.

A place where there was fresh fruits and vegetables, since he never saw anything like that out in the wastes, he figured he could at least see if the rumors were true and perhaps he could get some information there as a bonus, a place like that was bound to have a lot of people, perhaps they knew something about him, even if it was only vague, it'd be a start. With him now having a proper destination, he continued his long walk, making it to the edge of the Kentucky boarder where there was a commercial Vertibird offering lifts into North Carolina. It had been an old wreck that had been fixed up and modified to allow slightly more passengers, with that having cut his trip much shorter, it would only take him another hour or two on foot to arrive at the Outer Banks.