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[Demolitions Expert]


Personal Stats


Age: 210 years old (Approximately late 50's physically)

Date of Birth: March 6th, 2074

Gender: Male

Species: Ghoul (Glowing one)

Profession: Bomb constructor

Psychological History

Motivations and Outlook (Personality): Definitely a little off. Since he grew up alone he talks to himself, has a very mild case of multiple personality disorder, where as he can't actually control the voices in his head. Although whether or not this is from his mutations is unknown, as he says, "They've always been there." Other then that he acts like any other human, although he doesn't see the need for clothes, and often walks about like he's feral. He had a very positive outlook, often remarking "I'm slowly going feral, might make it a good life while I have it... Shut up Ster." His only motivation is to live a fulfilling life and make a few friends along the way, his kindness is a rarity in the wasteland. Sometimes his actions are influenced by the voices in his head:

Web: His kind side, ad major voice.
Ster: The sarcastic and rude voice inside his head.
Fatta: The one urging him to become Feral.

Backstory: Born three years before the great war Webster spent his whole life as a ghoul. Although he was  ghoul, his parents weren't, and lived just long enough to teach him to survive. Ever since then he's been traveling through the wasteland, foraging to find just enough food and water to stay alive and keep his humanity. Unlike many ghoul children he aged, but at a considerably slower pace. Eventually deciding he would travel through the Mojave wasteland. There he was exposed to enough radiation to turn him into a glowing one. Eventually he would start turning up in settlements and towns, crafting bombs for them just so he could have someone to talk to.

Flaws: 
Far to trusting
Acts like he's feral sometimes
Glowing ones are hated by most other peoples of the wasteland.

Relationships and Reputation: Kind of an outcast among ghouls, although he's done a favor to many a settlement. He has a love/hate relationship with the voices inside his head.

Opinions on Team: Probably already thinking they'll be great people and good freinds.

Skills and Equipment


Skills: Bomb building, Knows how to kill most creatures in the Mojave and other wastelands, and use of explosives.

Weapons:

	- Primary: Caravan shotgun
	- Secondary: 2 Grenades
	- Melee: His fists

Armor/Clothes: None most of the time, a ripped up pair of trousers if he has to.

Personal belongings: Some scraps and gunpowder (probably very unsafe) and three caps
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