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Description
I made this for fun based off of the Fallout universe.

Full Name: Unknown Known Aliases James Logan
Age: Unknown Age Estimation 35-40 years old
Height: 5 foot 3 inches
Weight: 195 pounds

Strengths: James is a incredible hand to hand fighter and in his many years of wandering he has never met a man, woman, creature, robot or alien that could best him in that regard. He is also very competent with blunt or edge weapon but prefers sharp object for most of the time. Also he as been shot and stabled and has still kept on coming. If anything his willpower and tenacity are in the end his greatest assets.
Weaknesses: James lacks competent ability to use weapons of long range and also has problems against them. Such as the time he was pinned down in a old house for almost a week because of a sniper. Also James has gotten himself into trouble more times then he could count, on account of his short temper and bad people skills (Don't start a bar fight with some guys from the Legion). And on top of all that James has said that he is cured. Bad luck is the only luck he's got. Its only because of his skills and will that he has survived terrible encounters.
Fighting Style: He fights ferociously with speed and savagery often going into a blood rage. Hes movements are fast and frightening, like a wild animal. But his strikes are not wasteful but are calculating and very dangerous. One legionnaire even called him "The Blood Artist". But there are sometimes where James has been forced to use mid range weapon's. James has some skill with a pistol and the one he keeps at his side is know as "The Last Resort", and for good reason.
Weapon of Choice: James is the most deadly with his clawed knuckles named "X" and use's that most of all. But perhaps he is arguably as good with his bare fists or even with edged weapons like his sword.

Personality: James is a man of little words. He is more of a "Actions Speaks Louder Then Words" type of guy. But he will speak his mind and nothing else. He has no verbal filter at all and is not much of a "people person". More often then not he gets almost psychotically enraged and says and does things he really doesn't mean. Amazingly enough he does have a moral center and code that he lives by which he learned mostly from reading prewar comic books. But most of the time he keeps to himself.

Brief Bio: Spending a unknown amount of time wandering the wast land not knowing where he's from, where he was or even his own name he was recruited by a gang of friends that hunted Super Mutants for a living, near Washington DC. They gave him a name and that name he has been using all this time. He became the best out of all of them. Quickly dispatching there targets and getting paid by the Brotherhood Of Steel for each head they brought back. But everything went to shit when James was the only one to survive a massacre when the Super Mutants and a gang of mercenary's started a war in downtown DC. James only wanting to return the dog tags of the fallen Brotherhood but was then blamed for the deaths and called a murderer. A argument started between James and some new recruits and in the confusion, guns were fired and James had to defend himself and thus had to run for his life out of DC and back into the wastes.

Going many miles south traveling with caravans and traders. Making caps by killing creatures others found dangerous. James soon found himself in Nevada. But his bad luck came with him, almost as quickly as he got there he ended up on the bad side of the Legion over a simple paying dispute of beer. Soon swords and guns were at his throat and he had to defend himself. Thus how he got the nickname "The Blood Artist" from the Legion. Soon a bounty was put on his head, even being captured and put into slavery. Then quickly escaped due to he's slavers lack of knowledge of whom they had enslaved.

Some nights he has strange dreams of drowning, men in strange suits talking to him,fighting,killing. Things he never remembered doing but the dreams tell him otherwise. Most of the strange men's words from his dreams were muffled, like there trying to talk under water but some words remain prevalent in his mind. Weapon is one of those words. James thinks little of himself because of that word. He thinks it might be true. That all he is good for is killing, a living weapon.

Description
I made this for fun based off of the Fallout universe.

Full Name: Unknown Known Aliases James Logan
Age: Unknown Age Estimation 35-40 years old
Height: 5 foot 3 inches
Weight: 195 pounds

Strengths: James is a incredible hand to hand fighter and in his many years of wandering he has never met a man, woman, creature, robot or alien that could best him in that regard. He is also very competent with blunt or edge weapon but prefers sharp object for most of the time. Also he as been shot and stabled and has still kept on coming. If anything his willpower and tenacity are in the end his greatest assets.
Weaknesses: James lacks competent ability to use weapons of long range and also has problems against them. Such as the time he was pinned down in a old house for almost a week because of a sniper. Also James has gotten himself into trouble more times then he could count, on account of his short temper and bad people skills (Don't start a bar fight with some guys from the Legion). And on top of all that James has said that he is cured. Bad luck is the only luck he's got. Its only because of his skills and will that he has survived terrible encounters.
Fighting Style: He fights ferociously with speed and savagery often going into a blood rage. Hes movements are fast and frightening, like a wild animal. But his strikes are not wasteful but are calculating and very dangerous. One legionnaire even called him "The Blood Artist". But there are sometimes where James has been forced to use mid range weapon's. James has some skill with a pistol and the one he keeps at his side is know as "The Last Resort", and for good reason.
Weapon of Choice: James is the most deadly with his clawed knuckles named "X" and use's that most of all. But perhaps he is arguably as good with his bare fists or even with edged weapons like his sword.

Personality: James is a man of little words. He is more of a "Actions Speaks Louder Then Words" type of guy. But he will speak his mind and nothing else. He has no verbal filter at all and is not much of a "people person". More often then not he gets almost psychotically enraged and says and does things he really doesn't mean. Amazingly enough he does have a moral center and code that he lives by which he learned mostly from reading prewar comic books. But most of the time he keeps to himself.

Brief Bio: Spending a unknown amount of time wandering the wast land not knowing where he's from, where he was or even his own name he was recruited by a gang of friends that hunted Super Mutants for a living, near Washington DC. They gave him a name and that name he has been using all this time. He became the best out of all of them. Quickly dispatching there targets and getting paid by the Brotherhood Of Steel for each head they brought back. But everything went to shit when James was the only one to survive a massacre when the Super Mutants and a gang of mercenary's started a war in downtown DC. James only wanting to return the dog tags of the fallen Brotherhood but was then blamed for the deaths and called a murderer. A argument started between James and some new recruits and in the confusion, guns were fired and James had to defend himself and thus had to run for his life out of DC and back into the wastes.

Going many miles south traveling with caravans and traders. Making caps by killing creatures others found dangerous. James soon found himself in Nevada. But his bad luck came with him, almost as quickly as he got there he ended up on the bad side of the Legion over a simple paying dispute of beer. Soon swords and guns were at his throat and he had to defend himself. Thus how he got the nickname "The Blood Artist" from the Legion. Soon a bounty was put on his head, even being captured and put into slavery. Then quickly escaped due to he's slavers lack of knowledge of whom they had enslaved.

Some nights he has strange dreams of drowning, men in strange suits talking to him,fighting,killing. Things he never remembered doing but the dreams tell him otherwise. Most of the strange men's words from his dreams were muffled, like there trying to talk under water but some words remain prevalent in his mind. Weapon is one of those words. James thinks little of himself because of that word. He thinks it might be true. That all he is good for is killing, a living weapon.