Les offres de la RCN tendaient toujours à être plutôt tentantes lorsqu'il s'agissait d'emplois qu'ils n'avaient pas le temps ou qu'ils ne voulaient pas faire. Caps et eau purifiée, ce sont les nécessités nues des terres rudes du Mojave et il était damné bien tentant à Austin Woods, mercenaire ghoul local. Il était là, le vieux Texan marchant jusqu'à la base de la RCN juste au sud de la New Vegas Strip, fusil à la main et un regard régulier indifférent sur son visage. Les récompenses semblaient certainement en valoir la peine pour Austin, d'autant plus que cela lui apporterait plus de richesse. La pensée lui a apporté un peu de bonheur.
Bien sûr, il y aurait concurrence, mais cela ne concernait pas la relique d'avant-guerre dans la moindre mesure en raison de sa nature. La même nature nonchalante qu'il avait l'habitude d'ignorer les gens comme ils l'ont harcelé pour être un ghoul, c'était juste la routine à ce stade. Austin regarda les gardes de l'entrée et mesura silencieusement leurs mouvements. Un doigt corrodé a encerclé le bord de sa gâchette, avant de s'arrêter. Les deux gardes se regardèrent l'un l'autre, retournant vers le ghoul, puis retournant vers l'autre, contemplant s'il fallait ou non renvoyer le ghoul.
Ici, pour l'offre que le commandant Boone a envoyée, Austin a déclaré d'une voix râpée, les gardes se regardant de nouveau avant de l'autoriser à contrecœur à entrer. Le ghoul a jeté son chapeau sur les deux avant d'entrer dans la base, aucune émotion ne s'abattant vraiment sur son visage. En entrant dans la base, un officier a déjà commencé à le harceler pour être un ghoul. Peut-être aurait-il dû montrer une sorte de colère, mais il n'a pas pu rassembler le désir. Écoutez, monsieur, je suis ici pour affaires. Si vous voulez me harceler, faites-le une autre fois, il soupira, marchant devant l'officier qui a continué à l'appeler "zombie". Tellement pour l'acceptation et tout ça de la RCN.
Le texan s'approcha d'un autre officier, lui demandant : « Où puis-je trouver le commandant Boone? » L'officier se dirigea vers le grand bâtiment du fort. Merci beaucoup, monsieur Austin a commenté avant de se diriger vers ce bâtiment. Bien qu'il se sente surveillé - les tireurs d'élite étaient dans les tours de guet, le regardant - il ne l'a toujours pas dénervé dans le moindre. Bien qu'ils aient été surveillés, les gardes ont arrêté le ghoul et se sont mis à confisquer son arme et à le tapoter. Encore une fois, cela ne signifiait pas grand - chose pour lui. Finalement, ils ont laissé le ghoul entrer dans le bâtiment et l'ont dirigé vers le commandant Boone, où il est allé avec plaisir.
Name:
Austin Woods
Age:
239
Looks:

Standing at about 5’11”, Austin is how one would exactly describe a ghoul, freakishly hideous and looking like a corpse in general. His skin looks rotted off over the hundred of years he has been alive and overall, his skin still retains a normal pale tone despite, as previously mentioned, rotted off to some degree. Atop his head stands a single gift of blonde hair which surprisingly grows back despite being a ghoul. Granted, at least he takes pride with how he looks as he believes that he looks halfway decent with his cowboy hat, worn duster, and his plain white shirt. He wears dark brown slacks and black boots, heavy clothing for the Mohave Desert, not that it truly bothers him.
Personality:
Austin has seen many, many thing in his many, many years of being alive and roaming around to the point that really nothing seems to scare him or surprise him. Most of the time he holds a largely dull face that signifies that he is largely unamused by something or just internally sighing at how the United States has gone so south. Yes, he remembers the United States, at least vaguely. He is a patriot for his nation that no longer exists and will still lay down his life for the dead country no matter what. Or so he would like to think.
The ghoul is largely unenthused about doing much of anything and will only do something for someone when caps are involved, even if it is so much as giving a smile. Despite his false love for his dead country, he can be an nice, morally upstanding person when he wants to be. It is that part of his humanity that has survived these many years, the one thing that has allowed him to retain some shred of his fading sanity. Hope that things will get back to what they may have been like.
Faction
Unaffiliated
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 4
Perception: 10
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 5
Luck: 9

Backstory:
Originally born in Texas, in the city which he shares a name, he had grown up in the patriotic American way of guns, cursing, and knowing how to make steaks. This was his life for the most part, that was until those wretched bombs had fallen. He would tell you exactly how it felt to have everything around you know and love turn into ash while you hid in a sewer system, waiting for the screams to stop, but he had forgotten long by this point. Before he knew it, he was turned into exactly what he would be considered now and life began to pass like a blur.
Austin remembers some of the events that transpired between the time he took walking from Texas to the Mohave, which took him many years to get to on account of distractions and settling down for some periods. For one, he remembers having to kill the remainder of his family, having been turned into feral ghouls or some other abomination. Yet, he continued to hold hope that everything would be better eventually and sure enough life came up when he came across another survivor of the Great War, someone to share his suffering. Her name was Dianna.
Dianna and Austin settled down in a lightly irradiated, nothing that could harm a human, part of the deserts outside of Texas, spending their time surviving more than building a stable form of relationship. Life was good and Dianna, who was a human, lived out the remains of her short life. When she passed, Austin was not sad, in fact he was happy that both of them got to live together and at the very least it made him happy that she went peacefully. He buried her outside of the hut that they had built together before going off to try and find the Mohave once more.
Once more did he settle down, this time with another Ghoul. Sadly, it was not meant to last as she was a bit of a free spirit, the relationship on lasting about twenty or so years before Austin had enough and just left. Finally, within two hundred years, he managed to get to the Mohave where he lived his normal mercenary life up to now.
Weapon choice:
Lever-Action Shotgun
Perks
Shotgun Surgeon
Cowboy
Tag!
'Tagged' Skills:
Guns
Survival
Barter
Repair (+1 from Tag! perk)
'Weak' Skills:
N/A
Any other info not included in the above:
N/A