[b]Name:[/b] Zed Luminite...or just 'Ghost'. He doesn't use his actual name when interacting with others. A spoken name could be a dangerous weapon, after all...

[b]Factions/Reputation:[/b] He is relatively unknown throughout the region. A ghost, if anything. 

[b]Hometown:[/b] He lives on the road. However, he IS visiting Goodsprings to sell his current abundance of Gecko pelts and meat.

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
http://www.holyblasphemy.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/4645_post_apocalyptic.jpg

[b]SPECIAL:[/b]
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 6

[b]Tag Skills:[/b] Guns, Sneak, Repair

[b]Starting Perks:[/b]
Trigger Discipline - Trait/Perk
Sniper
Hunter
Living Anatomy

[b]Starting Weapons:[/b]
Hunting Rifle - Scoped w/ Silencer 
Combat Knife
10mm Pistol - w/ Silencer

[b]Starting Armor/Clothing:[/b]
Leather Armor 
Pre-war hoodie - Ripped, tattered, and unzipped. Hood is constantly up.
Gasmask - Helps with keeping out unwanted stenches. Also hides his identity. 

[b]History:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b] 

[b]RP Sample:[/b] A muffled curse passed through the rubber-like gasmask that covered Ghost's face. The hooded man passed silently behind different rock formations, slipping in and around the ridges with a sense of panther-like grace. After finding the rendezvous point, Ghost swiftly gripped his hunting rifle, staring through the scope, waiting silently for The Trade to happen...

It only took an hour, at most. Down in the canyon, he could see multiple pre-war motorcycles revving and gassing up the place with oily fumes, making him thankful that he had found his gasmask earlier on in his travels. Multiple men, in dirty pre-war suits and sunglasses, walked away from their parked vehicles, two of them carrying sleek suitcases, while the others gripped their tommy guns. Body-guards, perhaps? There were around four in total, and they propped their cases up on a rotten, wooden table that stood in the middle of the canyon. From above, Ghost smiled grimly.

"Aye yo Giovanni, do you have the Speed?"

"Yeah Mike, show me the money."

And the trade commenced.

Ghost watched through keen eyes as they traded the drugs and money, the two body guards standing behind their respective clients. He only had a few seconds left until he had to act, or his whole 'sniper nest', which was nothing more than a few rocks that over looked the massive canyon they dealed in, would be for naught.

He noticed the body guard behind 'Mike' reaching for his gun.

It was time.

Work In Progress