Name: Ron Jet

Age: 18

Faction: Junkie/scavenger (Slowly giving up chems.)

Hometown/state: Point Lookout

Personality: Extremely paranoid due to the Jet, very short tempered, and jittery.

History: Born in Point Lookout being the one of the only people not inbred, Ron lived most of his life with Jet. He had no choice, his inbred family gave him the choice of either Jet or stay at the playground with the scary men (Feral Ghouls). At the age of 18 he decided enough was enough, he grabbed all his father's guns and his cousin's axe, and a bag full of Jet and ran away from home. He ran to a boat docked in front of the docks and told the captain to take him somewhere far away from this scum infested place. She told him of a place where it was a little more safer because of a "Messiah of the Wastes" that had helped her captain this boat. They arrived at The Capital Wasteland and the first thing Ron saw was a giant ship, he knew he had to check it out. This is where is story begin....

Inventory: A Double Barrel Shot-Gun, a Lever Action Rifle, Axe, a shit ton of Jet, and Stimpaks

Tagged skills (most useful skill): Medicine, Melee, and Bartar
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Extra info: Ron wears a weathered suit and a business hat to lose his Point Lookout past and hope for a better tomorrow. He has a hard time trusting people. (I mean look at the environment he grew up in.) He also got his name from hearing his pa always yelling "JET RUN!!!" Which he reversed to make Ron Jet since he wasn't really named by his family.