Obadiah venait juste de terminer le dernier guerrier de la Légion avec une série de coups évasés de côtes, quand le vent s'est emparé. Mieux vaut porter leur odeur morte loin, que tous connaissent leur destruction. Elle a levé les yeux de sa carrière, les mouches de sang peignant son sourire satisfait. "La tribu de la Légion est chassée. Dommage, c'était beaucoup trop facile." Obadiah regarda en bas de la rue vers le centre de la ville. -- Maintenant, nous devons nous occuper des lâches de Nipton. Elle n'avait pas d'amour pour ceux qui s'inclineraient et grattaient à la Légion, ils étaient pires que les esclaves qui étaient forcés de se battre.
En partant de la rue, vers le plus grand bâtiment de la ville, Obadiah a commencé à formuler un plan pour ce qu'il faut faire. D'abord, elle trouverait le chef de Nipton, et le paralyserait. Elle tuerait tous ceux qui s'y opposaient, bien sûr. L'idée plut beaucoup à Obadiah. Cependant, elle a été arrachée de sa rêverie quand elle a vu à l'horizon quelque chose de bien pire pour la ville que jamais sa colère. Un grand cyclone, une tempête de présages terribles. Même si loin, elle pouvait dire que la tornade partirait près de rien debout dans la ville.
Obadiah s'est précipitée dans la rue pour attraper son compagnon. "C'est rapide! Les tempêtes nous enlèveront la chair si nous ne trouvons pas d'abri! » Elle a balayé les yeux dans l'allée, repérant une vieille porte de cave rouillée. "Voilà!"
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