As Brandon was walking by towards Primm, a powder ganger leaps out from behind a rock, brandishing a knife, obviously high off his ass, and begins to sprint towards him. As Brandon attempts to sidestep the Powder Ganger, the doped up thug is able to land his knife into Brandon's stomach...
"Good fuck, what time is it..?" I groggily sit up and begin to survey my surroundings, still residing in the abandoned schoolhouse. Eh, what can I do? No money to pay rent anywhere, barely enough money to feed myself. At least Trudy was generous enough to let me stay here rent free until I could...
Name
Brandon Clark
Age
19
Gender
Male
Height
6'0
Weight
200.Ib
Eye Color
Brown
Piercings/Tattoos
N/A
Job/Occupational Skill
Vault Dweller (Formerly), Prospector
Personality
Somewhat extroverted, but with no filter, isn't fearful of reprocussions due to his actions or words, rather...