Obadiah a gagné pendant que le mort lui parlait. Elle ne voulait pas, mais la voix qui déchirait l'a dérangée. Pourtant, elle a hurlé dans la compréhension. "Oui, nous faisons le travail d'abord, puis nous..." Obadiah n'était pas sûr de quoi faire une fois le travail terminé. Heureusement, elle n'avait pas à finir sa phrase, alors que l'autre humain rentrait dans la pièce, brandissant une énorme arme. Obadiah ne savait pas pourquoi il avait besoin d'une arme aussi puissante, mais elle n'était pas l'une pour juger de la guerre de l'autre. "C'est une grande arme. Loud aussi." Elle a lâché.
L'homme a suggéré un plan simple, dirigez-vous vers Nipton par un arrêt de repos, et tout droit jusqu'à Nipton. Le ghoul, cependant, a répondu, demandant l'avis d'Obadiah sur la question. Elle s'est cognée la tête, en y pensant un moment. "Si nous suivons la route, nous serons vus par la Légion. Au moins, quand nous sommes près du territoire de la Légion." Elle a regardé le mini-gun dans les mains de l'homme. "Mais peut-être que ce n'est pas un problème pour toi." Obadiah a pensé un moment. "Peut-être que si l'un ou deux d'entre nous attirait l'attention des guerriers de la Légion, un autre pourrait se faufiler, frapper au nid." C'était un bon plan pour elle. Ça a marché quand la tribu est allée à la chasse aux rampeurs et aux buzzers.
"Hmm, de toute façon, ce sera une longue promenade. Il faut de la nourriture, de l'eau, tout ça. Sera plus facile si nous allons ensemble!" Obadiah sourit, prêt à partir. "Oh, et je suis Obadiah, guerrier de Mal'okai! Je suis heureux de rencontrer les ennemis de la tribu des légions. »
Name: Obadiah of the Cutskin
Age: 20
Appearance:

Obadiah is an imposing tribal, standing at 6'2", with a toned, muscular body. Her skin is the deep tan typical of tribals. Her clothing is a heavy leather armor, festooned with tribal fetishes and talismans. Her hair is cut short and tied back. It has a ruddy, earthy color.
Personality: Obadiah is a brash, boisterous type, just as willing to rush into danger as she is into a new friendship. However, she has a propensity for sharing tribal fables and stories, which she does with the greatest solemnity. While she has a general knowledge of the world outside her tribe, some of the more scientific and advanced aspects escape her. She is quick to anger when she feels to be insulted, though just as quick to lose interest in her anger.
Faction: Independent
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Strength: 9
Perception: 5
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 4
Intelligence:5
Agility:8
Luck:4
Backstory: Obadiah was born of her tribe, self-called the Mal'okai, but referred to by outsiders as 'The Cutskin', due to their ritual of self-scarification. The Cutskin were a warrior people, which heavily emphasized the hunting of great beasts. This led them to be at odds with most of their neighboring tribes. The local politics were wiped away, however, when the Legion rolled through the area, subsuming all the tribes in the area. The Cutskin tried to stand up against the might of the Legion, but it came to naught. They were wiped away, and the survivors that were not taken scattered to the wind.
Obadiah was one such survivor, having only recently having been inducted as a full status warrior of the tribe. She escaped the slaughter and enslavement of her people, along with a small band of other refugees, to the west, where they were taken in by the NCR. The defeat and destruction of her tribe, however, hung on Obadiah's mind, and she refused to settle, instead striking out once more, to the Mojave, where she might prove herself a warrior once more, and regain the honor of the Cutskin.
Weapon choice: Obadiah's Warclub: A custom war-club, traditional of the Cutskin. This one is unique to her, and is a heavy, powerful weapon, enhanced with the teeth of a yao-gui on the head, to both pierce and pulverize.
Perks: Tribal wisdom, hunter, unstoppable force
Tag Skills: Survival, Melee, Unarmed, Sneak
Weak skills:Science