Name: Morgan Tovias
Nicknames/Titles/Alias(es): None
Origin: Human (Wastelander)
Age: 34
Appearance: Height: 5'8'' Weight" Around 160-170lbs.
Morgan has short, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. He's more on the muscular side which goes well with a habit of liking to brute force problems instead of trying to think them out. He has a few scattered scars all over his body from fights he's been in, a broken bone or two that he's had to set on the fly lest they heal crooked. He's no stranger to being hurt and bloodied, and he's fine with it so long as he knows the other guy came out even worse and Morgan is the survivor of the encounters.
In the wasteland, it doesn't matter what scraps of clothing you wear because you'll never look nice again, though Morgan sometimes tries. If he can at least keep smears of dirt and blood off his face at any given time, then it's a good day. Of course, sometimes he rather likes the blood and the grime. Looking like he's survived about a dozen heavy scuffles can be great at keeping people away from him. Looking menacing and angry with a near constant scowl on his face does well to keep away anyone he doesn't want to put time into talking to.
Faction: None
Character Audit: Morgan is a garden variety rough and tumble wastelander. He's tough, he's dirty, he's used to skirmishes and seeing all sorts of unsavory folks. He's fought with raiders, battle radioactive mutated
everything. Very little disturbs or surprises him anymore. He's seen it all and lives for the thrill of a sudden danger dropping in on him. In fact, the only thing more disturbing than stumbling into a super mutant lair or a deathclaw nest is... well nothing. Literally nothing. He's more afraid of a calm walk through the wastelands with nothing popping out at him. He'd find himself looking over his shoulder every few feet, worrying what might be lurking and why it hasn't lunged at him yet. The silence and the calm are disturbing to Morgan. It isn't right. Not in this world.
He can deal with people in the calm, safe environment of a humble settlement.
There he can officially and actually relax and get some rest, tend to his wounds, and replenish supplies before he ventures out again. Honestly, the sooner the better. Dealing with people can be a... chore sometimes. Morgan isn't all that used to friendly interactions with others. His demeanor easily comes off as cruel, rude, or simply disinterested, but he isn't
always so against it. He wears a hard mask of emotion to keep himself from getting hurt, but, if one looks the right way... he can crack a smile, offer his best stocked food to someone else in need, or will go out of his way or put himself at risk to assist someone in peril. He'd never DARE consider himself anything remotely close to a hero and, hell, doesn't even think of himself as a "good" person, but he would never turn down someone who needed help or just simply.... wanted a friend. Morgan wants friends, too, he just mostly forgot how to show it.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 9
Perception: 4
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 8
Luck: 7
Caps: 687
Inventory, including Weapons & Armor: A barbed baseball bat, several grenades, a few rations and some water that's reasonably safe to drink. Morgan doesn't usually go overboard with heavy armors and keeps either lightweight leather armor or a thick black coat.
Fighting Style: Melee fighter, fond of both knives and bigger blades as well as the occasional blunt object like a hammer or baseball bat (preferably wrapped in something sharp like barbed wire)
Companion: N/A
Miscellaneous: N/A
