[@Letter Bee] Here you go!

[hider=Austin Woods][b]Name:[/b]
[indent]Austin Woods[/indent]

[b]Age:[/b]
[indent]239[/indent]

[b]Looks:[/b]
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[indent]Standing at about 5’11”, Austin is how one would exactly describe a ghoul, freakishly hideous and looking like a corpse in general. His skin looks rotted off over the hundred of years he has been alive and overall, his skin still retains a normal pale tone despite, as previously mentioned, rotted off to some degree. Atop his head stands a single gift of blonde hair which surprisingly grows back despite being a ghoul. Granted, at least he takes pride with how he looks as he believes that he looks halfway decent with his cowboy hat, worn duster, and his plain white shirt. He wears dark brown slacks and black boots, heavy clothing for the Mohave Desert, not that it truly bothers him.[/indent]

[b]Personality:[/b]
[indent]Austin has seen many, many thing in his many, many years of being alive and roaming around to the point that really nothing seems to scare him or surprise him. Most of the time he holds a largely dull face that signifies that he is largely unamused by something or just internally sighing at how the United States has gone so south. Yes, he remembers the United States, at least vaguely. He is a patriot for his nation that no longer exists and will still lay down his life for the dead country no matter what. Or so he would like to think.

The ghoul is largely unenthused about doing much of anything and will only do something for someone when caps are involved, even if it is so much as giving a smile. Despite his false love for his dead country, he can be an nice, morally upstanding person when he wants to be. It is that part of his humanity that has survived these many years, the one thing that has allowed him to retain some shred of his fading sanity. Hope that things will get back to what they may have been like.[/indent]

[b]Faction[/b]
[indent]Unaffiliated[/indent] 

[color=fff79a][u][b]S.P.E.C.I.A.L[/b][/u][/color][list]
[*][b]Strength:[/b] 4
[*][b]Perception:[/b] 10
[*][b]Endurance:[/b] 7
[*][b]Charisma:[/b] 4
[*][b]Intelligence:[/b] 6
[*][b]Agility:[/b] 5
[*][b]Luck:[/b] 9
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[b]Backstory:[/b]
[indent]Originally born in Texas, in the city which he shares a name, he had grown up in the patriotic American way of guns, cursing, and knowing how to make steaks. This was his life for the most part, that was until those wretched bombs had fallen. He would tell you exactly how it felt to have everything around you know and love turn into ash while you hid in a sewer system, waiting for the screams to stop, but he had forgotten long by this point. Before he knew it, he was turned into exactly what he would be considered now and life began to pass like a blur. 

Austin remembers some of the events that transpired between the time he took walking from Texas to the Mohave, which took him many years to get to on account of distractions and settling down for some periods. For one, he remembers having to kill the remainder of his family, having been turned into feral ghouls or some other abomination. Yet, he continued to hold hope that everything would be better eventually and sure enough life came up when he came across another survivor of the Great War, someone to share his suffering. Her name was Dianna.

Dianna and Austin settled down in a lightly irradiated, nothing that could harm a human, part of the deserts outside of Texas, spending their time surviving more than building a stable form of relationship. Life was good and Dianna, who was a human, lived out the remains of her short life. When she passed, Austin was not sad, in fact he was happy that both of them got to live together and at the very least it made him happy that she went peacefully. He buried her outside of the hut that they had built together before going off to try and find the Mohave once more.

Once more did he settle down, this time with another Ghoul. Sadly, it was not meant to last as she was a bit of a free spirit, the relationship on lasting about twenty or so years before Austin had enough and just left. Finally, within two hundred years, he managed to get to the Mohave where he lived his normal mercenary life up to now.[/indent]

[b]Weapon choice:[/b]
[indent]Lever-Action Shotgun[/indent]

[b]Perks[/b][list]
[*]Shotgun Surgeon
[*]Cowboy
[*]Tag![/list]

[b]'Tagged' Skills:[/b][list]
[*]Guns
[*]Survival
[*]Barter
[*]Repair (+1 from Tag! perk)[/list]

[b]'Weak' Skills:[/b]
N/A

[b]Any other info not included in the above:[/b]
N/A[/hider]