Name: Cletus Moore
 Age: 29
 Gender: Male
 Appearance:
 Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
 Universe of Origin: Fallout: New Vegas

Personality: Cletus is messed up. Emotionally, anyway. After all, his earliest memories are of cannibals breaking into his family's homestead and eating his parents when he was three. Because of this, he hasn't adjusted to talking to people very well, often feeling uncomfortable even in casual conversations. All things considered, though, he's remarkably optimistic for a waste-dweller, and doesn't have too many glaring psychoses. It's just that he's more comfortable with his cyborg dogs and floating robot than some of his other friends.

Abilities/Weapons: Cletus, despite his post-nuclear life, has amazingly strong genetics. As for actual abilities, he is capable in most forms of combat, is a gifted surgeon, can repair, build, and cook almost anything, and knows more about the laws of SCIENCE! in his universe than most would ever care to learn. He is, however, tremendously socially awkward. His weapons include [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110209214845/fallout/images/f/f1/Shishkebab.png]a Shiskebab[/url], the [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110721144942/fallout/images/b/bf/Saturnite_fist.png]Saturnite Fist[/url], and a [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110208221930/fallout/images/5/53/PlasmaDefenderFNV.png]Plasma Defender.[/url] Respectively, they are a sword that sets things on fire, a power fist made of an alloy he is still not 100% sure should exist, and a pistol which unloads a small burst of superheated gas. Most of the time, he's wearing dirty, moth-eaten clothes straight out of the 1950's or a suit of Ranger Armor he bought from the NCR.

Backstory: Cletus... well, he knows he's kinda screwed up. His earliest memories are of his parents getting killed and eaten by cannibals, and then killing them all in their sleep. Thankfully, after a few weeks, he was taken in by a passing caravan's doctor, learning the ropes of medicine and taking in all the books they'd give him. He didn't do so well talking to the caravan's customers, more often than not hiding behind one of the Brahmin. Eventually, the caravan broke apart. He keeps in touch with people.
 
 Fast forward a few years. Cletus is working for the Mojave Express, gets shot in the head, and ends up in a shallow grave. He claws out. Begins seeking revenge. Meets a floating robot. He takes it along for companionship. Beats up a gang of convicts and saves a town. Beats the same gang up a few miles down the highway. Makes his way to Novac, generally helping out on his way. Beats a man who burned a town and those in it to death with a tire iron. Keeps going until he reaches Vegas. Makes friends with a girl he meets at a highway trading post. Awkwardly works with her for a while. Heads to Vegas, befriends a gang of Elvis impersonators, adopts their cyborg dog. Later gets kidnapped and steals 37 gold bars from a hologram-infested casino after befriending a centuries-old celebrity, a schizophrenic mutant, and a science lady. Heads back to the desert. Helps out an expedition to Utah, saves a few tribes. Heads back to the desert. Gets kidnapped by scientists after an explosion, given cybernetic enhancements, befriends some sentient appliances, sets the scientists straight, befriends an insane mad scientist brain in a jar. Meets another cyborg dog. Decides he likes the quiet in the Big MT, and moves there. Continues making the Wasteland a generally better place. Gets called out. Heads to a bombed-out town where a crazy man blames him for the bombing. Roughs him up, spares him, stops a nuclear missile launch. Heads to Hoover Dam to settle things, where he beats most of Caesar's Legion to death with his bare hands. He proceeds to fundamentally alter the power structure of the Mojave in favor of its inhabitants.
 
However, the Mojave was done with him. Or so he felt. He set to wandering the wastelands, looking for the next adventure alongside his dogs and robot. But the Big MT would always be home, thanks to the lively AI's that lived there.

Faction: None, for the moment.