Name: George Rickshaw
I am 25 years old .
I am a male.
I am a human.
When I look in the water, I see:
I act like a lone wolf, but I actually prefer to work with a team. People say I'm crazy; I just call it being stubborn.
My 3 best perks are: Sniper, Commando and Adamantium Skeleton
My S.P.E.C.I.A.L. best is: Agility
My favorite weapon is the: 12.7 Submachine gun
I have a job in: Spelunking, wandering, mercing, and anything that pays well.
Well, here's my story: I grew up almost everywhere around the Mojave and surrounding areas. Yeah, I've been around. And when you've been around the Mojave, you can't help but pick up a few things. One thing, for most people, is the desire to be around other people considering you won't see a soul in the wastelands. The other thing is how to kill. How to kill well. Killing is the biggest business in the Mojave. Hell, everywhere it is. Early on, I made sure that I was well versed in the arts of staying alive longer than the other guys, and killing needless to say. My family didn't meet a violent end or anything. They're still alive as far as I know. Don't car eeither way.
Anything else: Recently, some stuff happened; involving a hungry Deathclaw and myself and my arm. Long story short, it tore it right off before I killed it.
