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[color=007236][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=black]Waylon Jones
Goes by [I]"Rampage"[/I] now[/color]

[color=007236][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=black]No one who calls the Wastelands home considers Ghouls to be lookers, well almost no one, and Rampage is no exception. Like all those who have been so harshly effected by the radiation of the new war scarred world and turned into Ghouls Rampage has had all of his skin, nose, and hair fall off of his body. His eyes are pitch black orbs, this includes both his irises and sclera. He is rather large, standing at 6'6" in height, and has a bulky, muscular body build. He is covered head to toe in a nearly countless number of scars from everything from a gun shot to what looks like a Deathclaw scratch. What is really notable about Rampage is the faint glow, which is a full on eerie green aura in the dark, he gives off at all times do to him having absorbed such a incredible amount of radiation turning him into what many in the Wasteland call a [I]"Glowing One"[/I]. His [url=http://orig07.deviantart.net/6385/f/2010/105/a/c/resident_evil_nemesis_classic4_by_zerofrust.jpg]clothes[/url] consist of a black jacket, gloves, pants, and boots.[/color]

[color=007236][b]Race[/b][/color]
[color=black]Ghoul, Glowing One[/color]

[color=007236][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=black][i]"I've been around since before your dad was itch in your granddad's pants."[/i][/color]

[color=007236][b]Skills[/b][/color]
[color=black]When one spends centuries living in the hellish conditions of the Wasteland they either learn how to adapt or they get eaten alive, Rampage luckily is in the former group. He has developed some serious survival skills do to his extremely long life, such as giving the right lead Rampage can track nearly anyone or thing for miles on end or being able to set up camp and thrive in the most hostile environments. He has also become quite accustom to the monstrous creatures that roams the Wastelands, from being able to recognize their habits and track them to even being able to walk among a few of them with out them becoming hostile. His life before the Great War gave him quite the bit of combat experience, more particularly close combat training. Rampage excels at hand to hand combat as well as using shorten melee weapons, such as combat knives. He is also skilled with using limited range weapons like shotguns and pistols. What Rampage lacks in has to be his interactions with others, he is far too blunt to be able to convince others to see his way with out using physical threats of violence. Also it is a bit difficult to be able to do anything stealthily when you literally glow with radiation.[/color]

[color=007236][b]Gear[/b][/color]
[color=black][u]5.56mm pistol
Combat Shotgun
Ripper
Ballistic Fist[/u][/color]

[color=007236][b]Bio[/b][/color]
[color=black][I]"It is hard for most people nowadays to imagine what it was like before the bombs fell and everything turned to complete shit. Most of the smoothskins running around think that it was all sunshine, rainbows, and nuka-cola as far as the eye could see, but there are a few of us Ghouls that have been around long enough to know better. Even before the war the world was ending, people dying because of some damn plague, families being thrown into the streets because no one could hold a job cause the damn economy had gone ass up, and countries at each others throats over what little resources were left in the world. I should know I was a solider after all, [u]a protector of my country and liberty itself[/u]. Even fought up in Anchorage, shed a lot blood up there... not all of it mine. Hell of a lot of good it did me, right after we took back Anchorage they dishonorably discharged my ass, said my methods were too extreme and risky. If that wasn't the cherry on the shit cake the bombs dropping a few months later defiantly was.

When the bombs hit and those of us who weren't lucky enough to get locked away in the vaults had one of two routes given to us. Either one, die in the most incredibly painful way possible, or two, become walking corpses. As you can see I am in the second group. First few years were tough, trying to adjust to being a zombie takes some time, but eventually I got the hang of things. Sooner or later the vaults opened back up, smoothskins started making their ways back up to the surface and [u]society[/u] started back up, and I use the word loosely. I found myself running with one of the raider gangs that popped up, they found it useful to have a guy around who didn't kill over when he was exposed to some radiation. But I got tired of carrying that group of shit for brains around so I went solo, became a gun for hire and I have to say I'm pretty damn good at it. And with a few centuries of doing this job I made a name for myself, Rampage seems pretty fitting. Now I'm in the Commonwealth and shit seems to be hitting the fan with the Enclave showing up, the decedents of the same shit heads who caused the world to go to hell in the first place. I would consider doing the job of kicking their collective asses for free... I'm not but I would consider it."[/I][/color]

[color=007236][b]Misc[/b][/color]
[color=black]Like other Glowing Ones Rampage is able to emit a strong wave of radiation from his body that is capable of knocking those around him back.
Rampage has a small base of operations hidden in the glowing sea that also houses a small pack of feral ghouls. He usually heads there after missions or whenever he needs to heal up.[/color]
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