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[Steam Username]: Deadly Nachos

[Steam ID]: STEAM_0:0:6052267

AGE: 27

-Species/Human or Robotic: Human

-Character Advantages/Talents: Experienced trapper and hunter. His profession requires strength, endurance, and durability, leaving him to be relatively strong and able to pack quite a punch. He can speak English.

-Character Disadvantages/Weaknesses: He's not what you'd call flexible. Although strong, he is equally as slow. He is reliant on chems and is especially easy to get addicted to them with an even slower recovery than the average user. He doesn't know how to properly read or write, has very little knowledge and experience when it comes to medicine, farming, machines, electronics, etc.

-Faction
[Keep in mind some faction characters may be
subject to becoming event characters to prevent our server
from becoming faction wars roleplay]: Settler

Faction Options:
SuperMutants
Non-Passive Raiders[Event Character]
Non-Pyscho Raider[Requires Backstory Detailing Characters Sanity]
Settler[Standard wasteland Resident]
Robots
[You can apply for everyone, excluding Eyebots with a Enclave Duraframe mod]

-Current Equipment: Hunting crossbow, a bolo machete, a length of sturdy rope, and two bear traps.

-Backstory[10-20 Sentences Minimum; Be advised
all applicants that settle or go below the minimum app
requirement will be subject to a simple deny, spend time
on what you want, if you’re not passionate about your
topic to produce a few extra sentences or even paragraphs
then its a red flag- put some effort in here.]

Michael Ranolds grew up in one of the harsher tribes within Maryland in a small town where wasteland creatures thrived and dominated the land with their ever growing presence. While close to his parents, his mother had suffered a terrible accident when he was at an early age. Caught in one a hidden bear trap placed by their own tribe during a small, personal scavenging trip, she had to struggle and fight to make a desperate escape. Unfortunately, she wasn't a strong-armed woman and ended up having to attempt to crawl her way back to safety. Once home, the bear trap was successfully removed, though not without some dire consequences. Critically low on blood and with most of her flesh and skin being torn apart by the trap, she didn't stand a chance of recovery with their poor medical supplies and ended up dying on her death bed. Michael was torn by this after finding out about her death and caused him to be much more reclusive and quiet, and most of all, aware of his surroundings.

Michael learned from his father, one of the more skilled hunters of his tribe, and decided to take up his profession due to the fact of having few other options. After being given the above equipment and a set of bolts for his crossbow, Michael took off on hunting the creatures of the wasteland to retrieve hide, claws, meat, venom, and anything else that might be worthwhile. During one of his encounters out in the harsh, unforgiving wasteland, he came across a noteworthy fight against a young deathclaw. Having not been noticed yet, he took the upper hand of sneaking up on the strong, lizard-like creature and placing down several basic ground-based traps. With them in place, he took the shot with his crossbow and successfully penetrated the stomach of the beast with the sharp bolt. Now much more alert, the young deathclaw became aware of the young hunter's presence and took chase, only to end up in one of the bear traps. Unfortunately, Michael underestimated the sheer strength of such a creature, and even at a young age, it managed to tank through the pain and chase the man down, though significantly slowed down. Michael didn't manage to get into the safety of a nearby hotel without first taking a strike to his back by the deathclaw's powerful claws, leaving a set of deep scars to tell the tale itself.

Hungry, thirsty, bored, and severely injured, Michael was stuck in place in that lonely building with that creature waiting, stalking him from outside. It didn't take long for the young man to become desperate and start searching for an alternative solution that didn't involve waiting. He began to scavenge the house, though he didn't come up with much until he discovered the basement. Making his way downstairs into the junk-filled room, he came across a green chest. Inside, was his only life-saver: A pile of drugs and a sawed off double barreled shotgun that had only the two shells inside. It was all he needed. He took off back upstairs after drugging himself up to relieve himself of the pain and regain his focus. Using one of the windows, he fired outside to the waiting beast with all he had. Using the rest of his bolts and those two shells, the creature collapsed. He didn't bother with the corpse, it having been his original goal, and instead decided to just go home, dropping the old, empty firearm as he left. The effects of the drugs were still lingering by the time he did arrive, however, and this didn't bode well for the man. The use of drugs were forbidden in his tribe. The tribe's leaders, having almost instantly becoming aware of this, decided the harshest punishment of banishing the man from the safety of the tribe and sending him out in the wasteland.

With little hope of survival, Michael took all that he could carry, got patched up, hugged his father goodbye, and set off out into the unknown. It didn't take long for the lone hunter to stumble across the area of Edgewater and its harsh, swampy landscape. It was here that he made an attempt to find shelter, a safe home where he could trade, recover from his addictions, and finally get some hard earned rest.

[DISCLAIMER - INCLUDE HOW YOU GOT YOUR GEAR
IN YOUR BACKSTORY]

All checks out to me, don't see any harm in having this bloke around.

I'm going to accept this unless there are any interjections.