Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28534756-20161202234525/@comment-3293219-20161203135005

Name: Ellis Darkwater

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Caucasian)

Appearance: Dark, messy brown hair. Black paint around his eyes, like a burglar's mask. Carries two .44 western revolvers and a bush gun on his back.

Black cowboy hat, wrap and ripped jeans, heavy leather chest piece and shinpads (doesn't wear armour on his arms as he prefers to have them freed up) and he also wears a red bandanna over his mouth.

Background: Ellis is supposedly the descendant of the founder of some shit hole town, out west as his proud father often reminded him. He grew up in isolation, idolizing the traditions of the old west and seeing the similarities between this world and that one. When he was around sixteen, a raider gang came to wipe out his farm, they dragged him, his mother and father out into the courtyard, where they awaited execution. Ellis managed to assure them that he would make a better recruit than a victim and that he'd be willing to do anything to prove this. They handed him a pitch fork and proved that he would be 'bad ass' if he could kill his own parents. Ellis, knowing that he was going to die, as were they, if he didn't, impaled them both on the fork and earned his place in the gang.

He didn't last long as a raider, not for lack of skill or anything, far from it, he actually found the Raiders to be lacking in... well, anything. Ambition, success, even strength, the thing that they pride themselves on. He poisoned their beer kegg before leaving them in the night, moving on to become a mercenary.

Ten years later, he wanders across the country as a bounty hunter and occasional mercenary. Though he knows that most people in his line of work don't retire... He has heard rumours of this Vault but has no intentions of chasing after it. Sounds like another urban myth to him...

Strength: 6

Perception: 10

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 5

Intelligence: 5

Agility: 10

Luck: 8