1. Very good karma guy.
2.I'm a guns guy
3. Speech is a big one for me, barter and medicine.
Thanks!
-Cheers
I got it Dan. Your names Daniels. Just Daniels, no first name. You didn't grow up in the Mojave, your orgionally from California. It was a small town called Greenlake. Politicly, it was a very diided town. Half supported the NCR, half wished to remain independent. The town was never officially Annexed but traders from the Crimson Caraan were frequently stopping by.
The economy was poor. It was a small town with an irradiated lake. You were the son of the local Doctor, your mother died giving birth to you. Your father never blamed you for this but his wife's passing hit him hard and he was never a warm man. He did his best to raise you, but the strain of his job took his toll on his personal life. Although he spent a lot of time with you, teaching his medical knowledge, and teaching you what to look for and how much to pay whenever you went into town, you two were never very close.
He spent most of his spare time fishing and reading. You spent most of your spare time with friends form the local militia. You eventually joined that militia and learned how shoot well.
Your favorite times spent with your father was going to the football games at Greenlake Park. The Big Green FC was the team your father supported and he passed that down to you. Your favorite personal memory of your dad was when a begger snatched a purse from an elderly women, your father ran after him, chased him down, and beat him in a fist fight.
Your father returned the purse but he never turned the villian into authorities. Rather he took the time to learn why the man had commited the crime. He was sick with hunger. Your father had that man home for dinner, he eat with you and he stayed in your home until your father found him a job in the clinic.
This event and many others shaped your ethic, made you a good man who would always fight when he had to but always talk things out when he could.
Sadly, Years later, your local pumping station, which had always been in poor working condition, broke down completley. But no one found out until it was too late. By the grace of God, you were hunting when it happened. But when you returned, 3 quarters of Greenlake lay dead from radiation poisoning. Your father died, in agony. Your friends were all dead. The town was done.
Mostly to avoid the bad memories, to avoid living in houses where their loved ones had once sat by a fire, cooked in a kitchen, or lay beside them in bed, everyone left for the nearest NCR town. Few people stayed behind, you were never close to any of them. So after some sould searching, you went east, you took a job in the mojave express. It was only supposed to be temporary. You didn't know what you wanted to do with your life. You could have been a doctor. You loved healing people, you loved making them feel better. But you also desired a career in law and order.
Everything was up in the air, when Benny shot you in the head.
Or you could just be Batman, that's awesome too.