Il riait encore plus après cela, la sentence lui parlait. "Rappez-moi la gorge, c'est sûr? Jamais entendu ça avant - ou l'expérience. Je corresponds à votre douleur avec - l'un de recevoir l'extrémité de sept fusils, dans le sud. Personne n'a fini par s'occuper de ça, pas de moi, ni de ces traibals. Red-yeast, Red-turnip ou ce qu'ils ont jamais été appelés."
Cette note pourrait soulever quelques drapeaux rouges, puisque dans le Sud vivait ou n'avait vécu aucun, mais un groupe de raideurs tribaux appelés Red Hunters. Et un jour, il y a environ cinquante ans, ils avaient été déchirés et détruits. Certains disent que la figure de la tempête Walker avait été vue, laissant les ruines plus tard. C'était l'une des histoires racontées dans la région.
Name: "Storm Walker"
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Race: Ghoul
Faction: Indepented
Backstory: The person known as Storm Walker began his life, as an average man in an average suburb, working his average job. If not for the Great War, he would have been as simple statistic among the many mass - however, when the bombs fell everything changed.
The man, whom was once - was forgotten the time, the person laid under buried rubble subjected for an unknown time to lethal radiation. When he awoke, he was in pain with minor amnesia - he remembered his life before everything was destroyed yet he never could recall his name anymore. Any memorables of his past life had been wiped away by nuclear fire, his cards, his house and his family.
When the initial shock and pain wore off, he did what any human would have done - gather supplies, and try to survive the apocalypse that had been unleashed upon them. His unique nature, wasn't known to him then - yet he needed less food and was able to easily survive the rad-blasted lands. In time, his nature became known to him - by that time, he had developed a small legend of his own.
The cloaked man, who could walk the Wastes - without dying to the dust and rad-storms that tore apart the lands and killed any other living being who was caught in it or tried to pass by those storms then. However, he was unaffected, for he was a ghoul. In time, his sightings - years, decades and centuries later prompted the humans who managed to live on the surface, to give him the name he now carries - that of the Storm Walker.
Special Skills
Strength: 9
Perception: 7
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 3
Luck: 4
Equipment/Gear:

 Drifter leather coat
 Aviatar helmet /w googles
 Scavenged scarf
 M1 Garand + 5x clips
 5x strips of Deathclaw meat

Strengths:

 Immune to radiation.
 Very long lived, with centuries of experience.
 Knowledge of the Wasteland, its secrets and many dangers.
 Able to regenerate his wounds, given enough time and radiation.

Weaknesses:

 Confused for a monster, due to his ghoulish nature.
 Deeply cynical.