La figure en question riait légèrement de sa déclaration, sa voix retentissante et profonde. "C'est drôle, vu que j'ai passé par ici, plus longtemps que tu n'as été en vie, petite fille."
« Et en parlant de poussière, j'en avais vu assez en bas du Sud », a-t-il dit, pointant derrière lui. La figure gardait sa distance mais avait encore les yeux entraînés sur elle, à savoir aussi qu'il semblait avoir un fusil sur son épaule. Ce qui, en substance, a fait de lui un danger plus grand qu'elle. "Et au cas où votre nouveau - à moins que votre mort ou votre mort, ne vous embêtez pas dans le Sud. Le rad-tempête là-bas va vous déchirer et tout ce qui reste de vous. »
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.