Name: Enos
Age: N/A - Been living long enough in the wasteland to forget about his age and the amnesia doesn't help either. You can just assume he looks like a young adult.
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: N/A
Physical Description/Appearance:Enos, as far as he could remember, used to be an Asian before his little incident. He is at the respectable height of 5'10 with a reasonable build of muscles and quick reflexes to survive the wasteland. He used to have some fine tanned skin up until he found his entire body had feel apart, removing his nose, most of his hair, some peeled hunks of flesh, and his skin tone changed from dark tan to a ugly pale looking color. He sports some light blue eyes, but doesn't remember if that was his original eye color, maybe it was actually ocean blue or some lush green! Now, Enos may look red headed, but it was actually some highlights from his dark colored hair from when he was normal, it was strange that only his highlighted hair managed to stay on his scalp and it seemed like the highlights were permanent from now on.
The ghoul wears some standard leather armor around his body. Since his armor is light, it doesn't really do much than protect against the elements and maybe a stray bullet from a fight. However, he mainly likes to sneak around in the shadows to get the jump on his enemies and also attack from long distances to keep himself far away from the bullet storm. He has several pouches around his waist to carry several easy to access objects like ammo, stimpacks, and maybe some Steady for those necessary shots. He carries the rest of his stuff inside of his backpack, mainly just water, food, more ammo, medical equipment, and two repair kits for his armor and weapon.
To keep himself light on his feet, he only carries around only two weapons. One is his trusty sniper in fair condition, he frequently has to keep it in order as they are quite fragile after constant use. Enos only has around twenty .308 bullets as they are actually pretty hard to come by, both in the market and the wasteland. His secondary weapon is a 10mm submachine gun for close combat purposes, he has around two clips in his pouches and around sixty more in his backpack, but they are still in their boxes. As 10mm bullets aren't too hard to come by, Enos cares less about missing with that rather than his sniper.
Biography: Enos wasn't always some sort of mutant freak, he used to be human actually quite not long ago. The boy was born inside the cruel lands of the wasteland, his parents were actually bandits. However, being bandits and parents are quite hard to balance, so they abandoned their evil ways to raise their child. Both parents were from the separate vaults in Colorado, but both eventual met each other inside their little gang of murders and thieves and feel in love. So, living in the wasteland was hard enough, but being raised in the wasteland makes life so much more harder for both his parents and the baby. Early in his life, he managed to learn to shoot a gun to protect himself from creatures and other people, but mainly the creatures. Enos also had to move around the lands with his parents for scavenging as his parents didn't really like the idea of living inside of a community.
As Enos grew, his knowledge also grew to survive the wasteland such as learning how to be better at killing things with guns! He never really liked to be hurt, so he always liked to sneak and shoot from long distances to avoid getting shot, stabbed, or any other painful way of dying. He also learned to survive off the wasteland to make medicine, edible food, and even some poisons. His parents taught him how to lockpick to get to the really good stuff in locked rooms and buildings. Enos never really figured out that his parents were actually bandits, and they preferred it that way to avoid drama. However, him and his parents did kill a sizable amount of people in the wasteland, mainly people that attacked them first.
So, few years pass and Enos is a young adult. He is still alive and relatively healthy with his aging parents still taking care of him. It was his turn to go out scavenging for supplies and food, these could take hours to days to come back, but they always managed to come back one way or another. He left with the necessary equipment of surviving in the wasteland and left to wander for supplies. Now, this is where the strange part of his life happens. It was around night, Enos had set up camp inside of some abandoned building making necessary precautions before settling down for some sleep. However, he was suddenly awoken when one of his noise traps sprung and then watching as some shadowy beings kidnapped him.
When his eyes finally opened again, he felt strange, his body felt heavy and sore with his head hurting heavily from something. He tried to remember what had happened, but he couldn't remember... Anything. He was slightly startled by this and he suddenly got to his feet, he was in the wasteland but he didn't know where he currently was passed out on. He started to panic before his eyes setting on some backpack labeled Enos, inside was all of his equipment and he figured that 'Enos' was his name. Everything he saw felt familiar, but he still couldn't remember anything from his past. He started to scratch his head, only to find small pieces of flesh on his hand. He was panicked once again before feeling his face, it felt leathery yet clammy at the same time amd couldn't even feel his own nose. Was he always like this? He couldn't tell, but Enos knew he couldn't have a mental breakdown in the middle of some strange land, his instincts guided him in this unforgiving wasteland like always.
He spent several days surviving off scavenged food and raw meat from the creatures that were also roaming the irradiated lands, and yet he still couldn't remember much. He retained most of his knowledge in survival from cooking to gunplay, however, he still couldn't remember anything about his past. All he could recall was seeing some strange lights and strange shadowy people kidnapping him. Enos knew that the whole shadowy people thing wasn't normal, but he didn't have a clue where to even start for clues about his strange past. All he could do was survive, but he knew that in the future he would figure out what had happened to him.
Currently, he resides inside of a complex of several abandoned buildings, both getting away from the heat and looking for some more supplies. However, he was completely unaware of a certain group of vault dwellers planning on entering the same complex of buildings.
Work Test Results: N/A
Other: Skills - Guns, Sneak, Survival, Lockpick