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Name:  Tanner Collins

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Race: Human (Caucasian) Psyker

Appearance:  Multiple can be found on his page. Currently clean-shaven with long dark hair. Skin has reached an even darker tan color.

S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional):

Strength: 7 Perception: 5 Endurance: 7 Charisma: 6 Intelligence: 7 Agility: 8 Luck: 6

Perks&Traits:  Photokinesis (if you were to boil it down from a gameplay perspective, it would be a grab-bag of different perks and abilities)

Equipment:  Heavy coat with kevlar plates sown into it. Tall leather boots, a thin white shirt, dark jeans. A pair of butterfly knives, The Gun That Won the West, and the Almighty.

Background:

Tanner has spent the last fourteen years of his life hunting down individuals with supernatural abilities, be it Hades, mutants, ghouls, or something else entirely. His long game of being force for change in the wasteland, particularly his unique ability to control light itself, has caused Shrike to mark him for death.

Tanner has been a lot of things, an unconfident cancer patient, sure of his own mortality, an alcoholic absentee father, depressed and dissatisfied with his existence. He's done his best to do right by his mentor's legacy, his family, other people, but often finds himself lacking and a disappointment. Although his depression has lifted somewhat from its all time low, he's still not in such a good place.

Regardless, Tanner's boundless determination and unconquerable won't let him quit. Knowing Shrike's after him hasn't changed things much, if anything it's a familiarity, as he'd faced a similar foe in Hades. He's faced genocidial AI's, immortal mutants, alien gods, mind-controlling warlords, eccentric kings, and death herself. Tanner's confident he'll manage against Shrike and, failing that, confident she at least won't get the best of him. After all, Tanner still hasn't been able to get the best of himself.

Tanner was the first individual Miller recruited after Josey and Boone. Currently, he's biding his time in the large warehouse Miller recently deposited him and Cable in, having just been informed the rest of the infant "coalition" will be showing up today.

Name: Cable

Age: 22

Sex: Male

Race: Caucasian

Appearance

S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional):

Strength: 6 Perception: 5 Endurance: 7 Charisma: 6 Intelligence: 6 Agility: 6 Luck: 5

Equipment: Vault 13 jumpsuit, leather padding worn over suit, two 10mm pistols. Has a suit of Causer power armor and a Tesla cannon lying around somewhere.

Background:

Cable grew up in Arroyo, after the Enclave and Vault 13 refugees had settled there. A technological paradise, Cable grew up wishing for a more rustic life, caught up in the tails of the Vault Dweller and Chosen One. Deciding he too could be a legend, he conquered the Temple of Trials, and then set off into the wastes with his guns and a spear. It went south when he was captured by the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel, but was rescued by the Cause in Seattle, and joined them for a time.

Following their destruction, he was once again purposeless, but quickly found it again as Tanner's sidekick. He seems himself as the Jimmy Olsen to Tanner's Superman, despite Tanner's constant assurances to Cable that they aren't heroes, more "benevolent paramilitaries by happenstance." Cable fails to see the distinction.

Cable has only recently gotten matured during his and Tanner's four year journey out in the wastelands. Cable's confident they can handle anything thrown their way.

Name:  Josey Wales

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Race: Caucasian

Appearance

S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional):

Strength: 5 Perception: 7 Endurance: 7 Charisma: 4 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 9 Luck: 10

Tag Skills (Optional):  Guns, Speech, Survival, Repair

Perks&Traits (Optional): Hot-blooded, Built to Destroy

Equipment: Courier duster (has ballistic fibers in it), Ranger Sequoia (a 5-shot revolver that fires .45-70 Government Issue rounds).

Background:

The leader of New Vegas, Josey has ruled Nevada as a king for the last 9 years, but all his careful machinations and plans were torn down in a single week by Shrike. She murdered the woman he loved, his surrogate family, his closest friends, utterly destroying his life.

Josey had more or less recovered and become a function human after being shot in the head nine years ago. Now, he's once again filled with an unquenchable, incalcuable rage. The only thing on his mind is murder, both Randall Clark's and Shrike's, and refuses to rest until they're both in the dirt.

His lean frame is leaner, there are bags under his eyes, and he frequently looks like a man possessed. But Josey is convinced nothing can stop him from getting his revenge. Every obstacle that he's ever come up against has fallen before him, there's no reason for that to change.