Nickname: Kid
Age: 21
Physical appearance: Kidas stands about 5'8" and weighs nearly 140 lbs which to his dismay does not sound very burly or match to his skills. His face is frequently obscured by a clever set of layered meshes over a ninja mask "Borrowed" from a kids costume and made to fit him while still allowing him to see clearly enough to be combat effective. Underneath his face is mildly tan, it’s dry and stubble ridden surface is plagued by many thick scars. He dresses in black "Under armor" clothing of which he scavenged from a nearly destroyed department store. He wears a hooded cloak that on one side is a desert style camo and on the other is a slightly blues black in order to blend with the desert floor at night.
Him in usual attire (sorry couldn’t find a cloak to fit the description:

Without mask:


Personality

Personality: Kidas is not a friend and most likely will not be, but can easily be made into an enemy. He acts on whatever as he see's as may bring him benefit, and if he finds something that he wants but brings no benefit then he will convince his self that there is benefit even if it don’t exist. He does not attempt to anger people with his words on most occasions but his straight forward an unedited comments of his thoughts have an undesired effect on people. Due to hurting, injuring and occasionally killing people he has been said to have poor karma.
Likes:
Being stealthy
Dixons whiskey
Savaging
Dislikes:
Whining
Loud people.
Cumbersome equipment
Fears: Tiring out during combat
Rad poisoning
Bloat flies
Preferred Weapons: light melee

Equipment

Strength: 2
Perception:0
Endurance:2
Charisma: 0
Intelligence:
Agility: 3
Luck:0
Weapons: Oak bo-staff made from a fancy closet pole

6.5 lbs 6' long

6 Combat throwing knives stolen from the gun runners

Whole set: 9 lbs length of each: 9"

26" tactical police baton "borrowed" from and ncr trooper

Weight: 3.5 lbs

1 Dixons whiskey
1 Mole rat meat stew
1 Dirty water
1 med-x
Total load: 21.5 lbs
Money: $75.00

History

Kidas traveled with the katso nomads, a very small and unknown group of nomadic people bent on relieving violence from the wasteland. They believed that to transcend violence you must first understand it and how to use it. So they constantly trained in multiple forms of combat. Kidas defied the ethics of no violence to be used against anyone and was rejected from the group at age 15. He continued to train in more styles of hand to hand combat as he grew and traveled. He learned new techniques from books he picked up along the way. He needed a way to make money and to have shelter. He could have joined the ncr, but they seemed to him to pacifistic, unable to fight skillfully and just straight up too scared to take care of business. Now the legion on the other hand welcomed him and they new how to fight, they were eager to go and destroy the enemy and they feared nothing.

Sample post:
Kidas kept close to the shadow a rubble filled alley way near they edge of free side. He had a hundred dollars he recently received, to blow on some of his favorite whiskey. He saw the man he was looking for walk around the corner of the alley way. Dixon the drug dealer, Kidas didn't exactly like what his friend did for a living but he understood why, naturally he was good at selling stuff but was always too brought to by a building for a shop so did resorted to the next best thing and he was good at it. Dixon whistled as he walked by Kidas. If it was day time Dixon would have saw him a while back but the moon gave enough light to see by but no so much as to light up the shadows. Kidas steeped out of the shadow into the moonlight, "Dixon." Kidas tapped Dixons shoulder and said in his low voice, as always it carried the characteristic gravelly texture with the slightly whisper like sound in it.

"Ya!" Dixon yelped as he jumped from the sudden presence of someone behind him. Dixon turned around to face Kidas." Hey Kidas it’s been a while."

"Almost a month now." Kidas made a slight nod; he noticed Dixon looked thinner and more ragged than usual. "Man you don’t look so good, you ain't been using your own stuff have you?"

"No, I need to stay sharp so someone doesn't rip me of on a deal ya' know?" Dixon's shook his head, a little bit of his southern accent snuck up on him.

"You got some of that whiskey of your's left?" Kidas asked.

"Yeah how many do you want?" Dixon asked pulling three bottles out of his pack.

"Just one." Kidas said despite wanting to get an extra but he knew he would need it for food or something else.

"That will be fifty dollars." Dixon started to hand the bottle of whiskey to Kidas. Usually he would wait to get the money before he even brought out any of his stuff but he trusted Kidas.

"A bit steep huh?" Kidas raised an eyebrow even though Dixon couldn't see his face.

"Prices have had to go up, the thugs around here tax everyone and they get away with it because they have the weapons and know how to use them." Dixon shook his head.

"Lets make a deal, I drop them you drop your price." Kidas offered a proposition in the usual riddle like way that had come to be a habit.

"Sure man thanks." Dixon's face grew brighter.

"Deal." Kidas pulled out his police baton and with a quick jerk of his arm extended it to full length and took off. He had been freeside enough times to know where they hid out at. They usually congregated around a barrel fire near the silver rush smoking some kind of foul smelling plant. Kidas ran on the sides of his tiptoes in order to not make too much noise. Kidas slowed to a walk when he started to smell to strong scent of the odd plant being inhaled. He was concealed by the dim lighting thanks to his chosen attire. He counted eight people around the trash can fire, he would have much rather used the Bo-staff for this many people he could easily kill them with blows to the head, back of neck, solar plexus and the list goes on but its hard to send a message to dead people. Kidas strolled up with his hands behind his back. "Heard you guys are giving a friend of mine, Dixon to be exact, some trouble... is that true?"

"Yessh you have a problem with that?" One man who was obviously stone manage to squeeze out as he tottered forward, the rest of the group didn’t look near as intoxicated as him .

"After matter of fact yes, he happens to be doing poorly right now and he doesn’t need you jet heads making it worse on him, taxing him and demanding his merchandise for free." Kidas growled walking into the middle of the group.

"Let me just say," The stoned man placed a hand on Kidas's left shoulder.” Screw you and have a nice day."

Kidas swiftly grabbed the hands hand with his left and spun under his arm causing pressure on the mans shoulder making him hit his knees and bend forward. Kidas kneed him in the jaw to make sure he wouldn't fight with him while he had him held. He heard a man behind him take a quick step forward, he turned to the side swinging the baton connecting with the mans jaw he swung back the opposite direction aiming for the nose. The combined movement of the mans head and the boo-staff made opposite direction of the baton caused the nose to liquefy. Kidas turned to face an incoming punch from in front; he leaned to the side and impacted the Vegas nerve near the juggler with the baton. The man dropped after his brain was just tricked into thinking his heart was going to explode. He swung down smacking the man on the back of the head knocking him out. Kidas heard a rapid airy thumping sound, he knew what it was because his bo-staff made the same sound when he spun it at high speeds, expect this weapon was a cheap pool cue. He dropped the baton and slid the bo-staff out of its sheath on his back he ducked under a high horizontal swing and swiped the left then right knee hard enough to case the staff to bend slightly he made a golf like sing and caught the downed man in the side of the head causing the skull to facture all along the left side, blood poured out of his eyes, ears and nose. Kidas spun to block another thug with a pool cue, the weak pine snapped like a twig when it came in contact with the tough oak. Kidas made a full spin and blasted the opponent on the cheek another strike just below the skull but above the spine was sufficient enough to cut all connection between the brain and the body. Kids saw one wide eyed thug attempt to draw a ten mill. pistol, Kidas grabbed one of his throwing knives and threw it hard at the spot just left of the sternum. The knife imbedded in the chest with a wet slice. Kidas turned to face the last two guys but instead the bolted, yelling for dear life. Kidas sleathed his bo-staff and picked up his baton. He walked over to the man with his new liquid nose, rolling around in pain.

"Now you tell your friend to stay away from Dixon you hear me?" Kidas growled into the mens ear as he gripped him by the hair on his head.

"Yes, yes I understand." The man whined.

"Get out of here." Kidas picked up and picked up the man and kicked him in the back. Kidas turned away and headed back to Dixon.

"Hey what happened?" Dixon asked when he saw Kidas slither into view.

"I’m pretty sure they won’t be screwing with you any more." Kidas said.

"Awesome, here you can have this for twenty five dollars." Dixon thrusted the bottle toward Kidas.

"Better but still steep." Kidas handed him the money and took the whiskey.

"Thanks again man."

"No problem." Kidas said and headed for the exit to Mojave wasteland