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[b] Name [/b]
Dirge (the name was given to him by a wander he use to travel with)

[b] Race [/b]
Supermutant

[b] Age [/b]
Doesn't have a clue, but judging from his size he is older than most Mutants.

[b] Gender [/b]
Male, rather that what people have told him judging from his dangling bits.

[b] Appearance [/b]
Dirge, like all Supermutants, is bald and has sickly green, rough skin that is racked with countless different scars. He is about twelve feet tall, putting him a good head and shoulders above most other Mutants, and has the bulky body build that is common among his kind. Besides his size what sets him a part from his kind is his choice in clothing. Instead of the seemingly random pieces of scrape metal Dirge wears a large hooded trench coat that looks like it was made from Brahmin leather. Under that he wears a large pair of pants that is made from stitched together jean cloth and a black sleeveless shirt that use to be a blanket. He also wears a pair of biker goggles to help with the wasteland's sun and dust.

[b] Biography [/b]
The very first thing that Dirge can recall is the blinding light of the wasteland shining down on him as he busted out of Vault 87, or as he calls it the dark place. The next would be the raging voices of the other mutants yelling after him and the firing of their rifles. [I]"Defect! Defect!"[/I] Those were the words that were blurted at him as he ran from the others, those were also the words that replayed in his mind for the first few weeks as he wandered the Capital Wasteland completely lost. He would of surely died if he wasn't found by a wander, well more like fired at by a wander who only stopped when Dirge started crying. The wander treated Dirge's wounds, including the one's she created, and asked who he was. When Dirge told her he didn't know she took him in, out of pity or some other motive Dirge isn't bright enough to tell. The wander taught Dirge how to survive in the wasteland and her most important lesson was that no one could survive with out bottle caps, or as Dirge started calling them jinglys. They traveled together for a few years, her giving him his name and set of clothes, before the wander said they had to part ways. With a very odd teary eyed good bye the Supermutant went on to make his way in the wastes. The stories of a large hooded man stomping out deathclaw nests, breaking up raider groups, and saving towns started to spread through out the wasteland for years to the point they reached from the Capital to the Mojave. Dirge had took the wander's lessons to heart and made sure he always had plenty of "jinglys". It was when he finally reached the Mojave that he hit hard times. He was attacked by legionaries, or red mean men according to him, and ended up losing all of his stuff. He was without the one thing he was taught was the most important in the world, leaving him feeling lost again. He felt this way until he was approached with a offer to get more jinglys.

[b] Specialization [/b]
[I]-Strength[/I]10
[I]-Perception[/I]6
[I]-Endurance[/I]9
[I]-Charisma[/I]3
[I]-Intelligence[/I]2
[I]-Agility[/I]4
[I]-Luck[/I]6

Dirge is a expert with melee weapons and his fists. His survival skill is also something that has kept him alive through out the years. His weakness as you would expect is his verbal and mental skills, him being as useful in negotiation situations as a brick. He is also completely and utterly useless when it comes to firearms, the best he could do is whack somebody with a rifle.

[b] Other [/b] Dirge carries around a old radio so he can listen to the "pretty noises" or music as everyone else calls it.

[b] Weapon list [/b] He has a large engine he uses as a club to whack people, though he is known to use anything around as weapons when he doesn't have his club.
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