Name: Titus Starkweather
Race: Human
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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Back-Story: Titus never had a clear position in life, he generally drifted from place to place doing odd jobs for the inhabitants of the town or village or what have you. however he arrived to to veges at the perfect time, trouble was brewing, tensions were rising and above all money was flowing, more caps then he'd ever seen before were being changing hands, in the streets people were fighting, the NCR was clearly in trouble, not even able to keep control over there own territories and like any rational person would Titus exploited it. He made a fortune working all sides, being an agent, double agent even a triple agent, praised by both the NCR and the Legion for his loyalty to their cause, little did they know he didn't care for any of them, as long as they were paying he was willing to do anything, and h most certainly did everything.
after a few moths of working for the opposing forces he gained enough money to move to a small ranch out side of veges, bought it from a man named wolfhorn. after a few weeks of living in peace selling his produce for a fair living to the NCR, they found out. The Legion and the guys out west found out about his dealings on both sides and were not to pleased, so they sent their killers to get him, the NCR sent the rangers and the Legion their Frumentarii when Titus went outside to check on the crops both sides fired and he was stuck in the cross fire and was practically shredded, died that day... or should've that is. he woke up in a followers of the apocalypse tent covered in stitches and scars,a bad head ache pounding in his head, the followers saved him but drained most of their materials, so he had to work off his debt but ever since that day he was a bitter person, hated the world and everything and everyone but he payed off his debt and was set free where he returned to odd jobs, which eventually led him to a job that would change his life. he was tasked to deliver package across the Mojave but when he reached his location it was empty, a dead skeleton of a town with one surviving building, a chapel with a note on the front. 'Titus, open the package.' and he did, inside was another note. 'are you alone? good. i have a proposition for you, 238, 455. Mr V

Personality: Cold and bitter, to sum it up into two word. after the attack he was never the same, once happy go lucky and open he became cynical and cold. he has a short fuse, when someone does something stupid he cant help but be mad at them usually shouting and roaring and insulting heavily. his capacity to be kind and to care for others had long since shriveled away to nothing, yet he still has a soft spot for people who have been through death and returned screwed up, a bit of empathy one might call it nut not Titus. he never lets people in, keeping his life to himself, who knows maybe the travelers with him might learn something interesting, if they are lucky. he keeps his eyes and ears opens and never lowers his guard, he doesn't want a repeat of wolfhorn,not for himself or anyone.

Specialization:
Strength- 9
Perception- 10
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 2
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 5
Luck- 2

Strengths:
Very Perceptive.
Strong in will and body.
the ability to intimidate almost anyone.
Crack shot with his rifle.

Weaknesses:
Not sociable, at all.
ever since the attack his luck has been horrible.
he doesn't trust people for a long time until he feels he knows them.

Weapon List:
Right hand rifle (his special varmint rifle)
Dusty (a weathered 10mm pistol)
Brass Knuckles

Other: 
During his current job with Mr V Titus arrived at the hub during late at noon and was heading to Ryan -whom at the time he didn't know, when he met someone who would eventually become the most important person in the world to him. Kat. He met her on the way to the abandoned garage, begging him for money to eat and drink, so he obliged. When his team set off for the legion lands Titus was aware of something following them, when he turned around there she was, the tattily dressed street urchin, dirty and poor, her long blonde tangled and matted, her green eyes filled with hope, He tried to convince her to go back to the hub, he asked and threatened but she was not going anywhere, so he let her travel with him and soon -after all there adventures- he found himself not wanting her to go, wanting his daughter to stay by his side.