Hey, sorry this took me so long. I've had some stuff going on IRL. 

Name:
Thomas K. Baha

Gender:
Male

Race:
Ghoul

Background:
Born not too long before the nukes were dropped, Thomas was only 25 when they hit near his hometown. His life had been rather unordinary. Growing up in the small town of Casper, Wyoming, most of his time had been spent hunting, as was most people's pastime. His small home had a bit of a makeshift nuclear shelter, a large underground concrete room, per the request of his paranoid fiancée. Surprisingly enough, they did manage to get some use out of it.

Though technically she was still only his girlfriend, Thomas had planned to propose just before they had been forced to retreat to their shelter. He thought that they would make it through the bombing, and they could make it to a more romantic time, but lady luck wasn't on his side. Though he managed to get away alive, albeit ghoul-ified, Thomas' girlfriend was fried, thanks to the terrible quality of their shelter. This broke him, in a way. He never was quite his old self, but he still keeps his engagement ring on a ball chain on his neck, for reasons that even he isn't quite sure of. 

For the first few years of his survival in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, Thomas was violent and aggressive, shooting people on sight on principle. He wasn't going to take any chances of getting robbed. Though at first he was a bit of a shoddy shooter, and burned through stimpacks like nobody's business, he gained quite a bit of skill, soon becoming infamous for his sharpshooting. 

As he ran around the wasteland, he began taking unsavory jobs from unsavory people. In doing this, he built up a reputation with the NCR, and not the kind you want to have. He had quite a bounty over his head, and there were plenty of mercs in the Mojave willing to do the NCR's dirty work. It wasn't long before he had been brought in, and the NCR was more than happy to execute him. However, thanks to some heavy handed plot convenience, The Legion struck their camp, and hard. Thomas was spared, thanks to some favors he had paid The Legion in the past.

Still unable to settle down anywhere, thanks to his unfortunate visage, he continued to roam the Mojave, a bit easier on his trigger. For a brief period of time, he associated with the Brotherhood of Steel- he had a bit of a knack for energy weapons, and the power suits were a convenient mask for his ghoul-ish disposition. It didn't last long, and he soon left, thanks to some differences he had with the others.

In an attempt to lay low and stay out of trouble, Thomas settled down in a small town by the name of Jaynestown, just a few days trip south of Vegas. There, he did manage to lay low for awhile, as the town had a rather large population of ghouls. However, he soon got caught up in a racket selling Jet, which was rather frowned upon. It wasn't long before he was kicked out of the town, which wasn't too good for his morale.

Unsure of what to do at that point, he headed up to Las Vegas, why not just gamble away the rest of his life? Rather than losing all of his money as he would've thought happen, he actually struck some riches, at which point he retired from his gambling career, quitting while he was ahead. Despite his rolling in caps, when he found work with the Crimson Caravan Company, he took it eagerly. It would be nice to get back to his old life of fighting his way across the wasteland.

Personality:
Like most ghouls, he is rather cynical about his condition, and has a certain apathy towards smooth-skins. Still, he tolerates them if he has to. He has, over the years, become far more calm, conducting himself in a rather business-like manner, but he has a short temper, and tends to burst out in angry fits. He doesn't like to talk about himself, or his past. He is a bit paranoid, as he has made quite a few enemies in the past.

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P-- 7
E-- 4
C-- 1
I-- 7
A-- 8
L-- 10