I couldn't help myself.

Name: Scrappy

Age: Somewhere between Brute and Overlord.

Appearance: Pick any Nightkin. That.

Race: Nightkin

Skills: Repair, Sneak, Barter

Perks:
Warmonger: Scrappy's obsession with finding and collecting "good junk" has left him with almost as many schematics in his head as voices.

Pack Rat: As a Super Mutant, Scrappy can carry much more weight than the average Wastelander. His weight of choice? Scrap.

Equipment: A too-small repair jumper split up the front and worn as a jacket, the legs hanging as tailcoats behind him and a trader's cap comically small for his head are the latest product of Scrappy's attempts at fashion. While he, like all Nightkin, prefers to simply remain out of sight, Scrappy knows humans don't offer their best junk without a show of caps.

At the forefront of his homemade arsenal, Scrappy carries his trusty Rock-It Launcher strapped to his back for even "bad junk" has its uses. On his hip hangs his Dart Gun, perfect for stealthy Nightkin ambushes and, when all else fails, he's never without his custom-fitted Deathclaw Gauntlet. Custom being the large size of the brace for his wrist, not a giant Deathclaw, god no; I don't know why you'd even suggest such a terrifying thing.

Bio: Once a loyal servant to the Master, Scrappy lead many raids on the human settlements out West and was the Master's favourite of all time. Either that or "Scrappy" as the others took to calling him was put in charge of recon and supplies and developed an obsessive need to find and collect resources. We may never truly know just how much the Master favoured Scrappy to all the other mean stinky Super Mutants but what we can be sure of is this: At some point Scrappy is going to try to build his own Sweet Gin.