Un vieil homme et un chien irradié entrent dans les larmes de Pandora, presque en donnant un coup de pied à la porte, un homme vivant qui brille sur l'épaule du vieil homme tente de se battre dans une violente rage, un museau l'empêchant de mordre tandis qu'une veste de trait et des chevilles l'empêchent de bouger et de déchirer quoi que ce soit. « Préparez un scotch fort et l'emplacement de quelque chose de dangereux là-bas sur une carte. » le vieil homme commande heureux avant de laisser tomber le ghoul, souriant légèrement avec le bruit satisfaisant que crée la créature emprisonnée.
Après avoir attaché une laisse à un collier, le vieil homme traîne le ghoul ennuyé au bar où l'homme est assis sur un tabouret voisin et le chien commence à se reposer à côté du tabouret. "Ne vous inquiétez pas de l'appât, mettez-le en ligne pour ma chasse d'accueil." Le vieil homme s'adresse de tout son cœur à Rusty après avoir enroulé la laisse autour d'un autre tabouret, la chose férale s'étirant en vain, essayant de s'évanouir par terre.
Name: Elias Lewellyn Powell
Alias: The Capital Hunter, The Commonwealth Carver.
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Race: Human.
Primary Skills: Guns, explosives and science.
SPECIAL:
Strength: 3
Perception: 9
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 4
Luck: 5
Gear/inventory:
A hunting rifle
A combat knife
Five bottles of scotch
A thick overcoat with leather armour beneath it he often wears
Camping equipment
Old Compatriot: an Airedale Terrier Lewellyn met a year ago
Five traps of varying type and quality
History: Elias was born to a large family of hunters somewhere in the heart of America, him, two pre-war ghoul ancestors, his parents and grandparents as well as one brother. Lewellyn's birth coincided with his father's return, dragging in a dead deathclaw matriarch, one of the Powell family's best outings for around thirty years. Lewellyn's grandfather saw this as a good omen, making it his responsibility to teach the boy the family trade. For eleven years the old man taught the talented boy every nuance of hunting and cooking the Powell family knew.
When the boy was 17 he and his family fought against a horde-like mass of super mutants, out of the terrible conflict the young man was the only survivor. Since then he's made a name for himself as both a terminal tackler and a talented hunter, publicly showing his hatred of super mutants at the same time. After travelling around the eastern half of America for thirty seven years the Commonwealth Carver has made one constant companion, a mutated Airedale Terrier he calls the Old Compatriot, or Ol'Com, a dog he just found had been following the hunter for a week, finally deciding to keep the almost adorable thing around:



Elias was told of Florida about five months after Ol'Com, and of the mutants that lived in it... It sounded like the perfect place to both hunt and conduct two new hobbies; Treasure Taking and Scavenging, which oddly enough isn't too difficult when a hunting rifle makes a reasonable substitute for a bobby pin in emergencies... or a bomb if it's a serious emergency.