Name/Nicknames: Khalid 

Race: Canine - Pitbull-bullmassiff cross

Age: 7

Appearance:
[url=http://i.imgur.com/SQluK5u.jpg]Khalid's Appearance[/url]
Khalid stands proud and tall, despite his rather cute appearance, the dog stands on all fours to an average persons waist at the head. 
Sexual Preferences: N/A

Perks: 

Prospector
Animal Friend
Rad Resistance


S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 

Strength: 7 

Perception: 8

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 5 

Intelligence: 4

Agility: 6

Luck: 4


Personality:

Khalid can be described as an overly curious and friendly pooch who craves as much attention as he possibly can from the people around him. At times, khalid is rather lazy, relaxed and passive when around people he trusts and on guard and intimidating when he is with people he isn't so fond of. 

Gaining the canines trust isn't too difficult, and when befriended can become an incredibly loyal, protective and loving addition to the team. The boy loves to stick his nose around and explore, and as such enjoys finding secret passages and perhaps then items to help his friends who he walks with. Take care of him, and he'll take care of you. A loyal pup indeed. Ofcourse, if you hurt him prepared to have your throat added to his menu for the morning. 

The pooch happens to be afraid of screeching and it seems like only screeching, cowering, pining and hiding away like a newborn puppy at the sound. For some reason this doesn't include loud sounds such as gunfire, just grinding. 

Equipment: N/A?

Biography:  

One word to describe Khalid? Resourceful. Khalid was born in the wasteland, raised in the dangerous radiation filled world with other of his litter. The pup was strong, while lacking in much intelligence, given the fact he is a dog, he was always great at locating items, scavaging for food and giving his family the nutrients they needed to keep living. None of this lasts forever ofcourse, and it having only been two years of living in the wasteland when the wildlife would have almost claimed his life. 

Radscorpions were able to get the drop on them, most of them at least, before Khalid could bark in danger, the scorpions were already upon him, and had impaled the poor two year old dog with little ease. Khalid would have died there, of poison had it not been for a woman. An old lady, a shotgun in grip, old and crookid, but a veteran none the less was able to slaughter them piece by piece, salvaging the only thing able to be saved. A bleeding, whining, puppy, dying of poison. 

The woman was able to nurse Khalid back to health, an antidote created by herself for the poison, and enough food to help the dog regain its strength. For giving Khalid the chance to live again, the dog showed its gratitude with a lick, and a nuzzle. It felt obligated to be friendly back, out of loyalty. Khalid had an urge not to leave. The odd tall non furry animal comforted him, he felt like he belonged. 

The dog stayed by his new companion for years, and worked to keep her happy, staying by the old ladies side, even as she grew weaker. At five years of age, his fear of screeching would come about. Cannibalism was highly seen in the wasteland, people got hungry, and khalid understood it from a survival perspective, for a dog atleast, but when Cannibals decided to try their hands on his friend, Khalid violently attacked, riping out the throats of some, before being violently booted away, only to view a cannibal ripping out a ripperblade, the chainsaw like screech echoing, as it embedded itself in his friends skull, the old womans face mangled and torn like a piece of paper. Khalid having to stare at the sight and hear the sound made the dog cry out in pain, as it hobbled and quickly tried to run away, a flight or fight tactic in the dogs mind called out to run, it escaped, and it survived for now, never to see his friend again.

Having been several years on his lonesome, the canine set off, to look for a life to live, to survive... And perhaps find the friend he lost so long ago, though a human would know, they would be dead, the poor pup had no way of realizing it... Desiring to find the place where it happened again, to meet his friend once more.

Other Notes/ETC: nonez