Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190326124223/@comment-3293219-20190326172204

Name: Paul Morgan

Age: 223

Sex: Male

Race: Human (formerly)

Now some sort of mutant hybrid.

Appearance: Burned looking ghoul/marked man like skin, with Scorched leasions growing out of his face. A large green shard grows out of his cheekbone and reaches down to his jawline, jutting out at 3 inches in length. He has little to no hair left, his eyeballs have turned black, his lips have rotted away to the point that his mouth is in a perminant snarl and his body has the skeletal structure of a ghoul.

He is currently wearing his Enclave Uniform as it is rare that he gets to meet others.

S. P. E. C. I. A. L. (Optional): S: 15

P: 8

E: 15

C:3

I:8

A: 7

L: 8

Tag Skills (Optional): Science, Melee Weapons and Survival

Perks&Traits (Optional):

Equipment: Enclave Uniform, modified super sledge, powerful magnum revolver, civil war pistol, civil war musket. Also brought his confederate uniform, a golfing skirt, ratty skirt, white t-shirt and slacks and a cappy T-shirt, along with his armour.

Background: One of the few figures found, wandering Apalachia. After many of the initial vault dwellers abandoned it, Morgan persisted and has thus found himself exposed to the landscape for so long that he has somewhat become a part of it.

He was born, a few years before the war and was selected for Vault 76, based on his promising chemistry skills as a boy. However, his parents were not.

He grew up without a family but managed to make a new one before that fateful day that the Vault door opened up and they were released into the world. Paul found himself in a broken, desolate nightmare of a world. He braved the elements, the monsters and other survivors for years but was never able to find growth in the region. If anything, he found the opposite. Just death, despair and decay...

He has spent the last two hundred or so years alone. To the point that it severely effected his mental health. He sometimes imagined people following him, to the point that he only realised that one of them wasn't real, when he offered them a fancy lads cake. Paul was certain that it was most likely death, stalking his ass again.

Morgan was surprised to learn that such a long time had passed as, to him, it didn't feel half as long.

When he heard that Shrike was killing those of great power, he hoped to find her and stand in her way. It had been two hundred years, since he fought a being that provided him with any form of new challenge and today would be the day that he went toe to toe with a truly worthy rival.