Date of Birth: July 30th, 2298
Place of Birth: Small settlement on the outskirts of Seattle
Sex: Male
Gender: Masculine
Species or Model: Human
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Faction Alignment: Independent, but most of his contracts come out of the NCR.
Current Residence: Wanderer
Skills: Highly proficient in melee combat and a wide range of firearms. Master tracker and explorer, having seen a great deal of the Waste.
Weaknesses: Impersonal and hard for others to trust. Has a clear authority problem.
Equipment: Carries an engraved .45 Auto Pistol holstered on his right hip. The gun features a heavy duty slide, allowing longer use before repair and less recoil. The name, Lucille, is engraved along the barrel, though who Lucille is no one knows save for Apollo. On his back, a sheathed sword is strapped securely. No one alive has ever seen him draw the sword as, he puts it, "My contractors need proof of kill." The sword has a black hilt with a square guard, but without seeing the blade its origins remain unknown. For hunting and intimidation reasons, he carries a Bowie knife that's secured onto his left leg.
Religion: None
Appearance: Apollo stands roughly 6'2" with an athletic build. He wears a brown, sleeveless duster with a black, sleeveless hoodie underneath. While in the Mojave, he has taken to wearing a pair of brown pants that he found in an abandoned house in Nipton, along with black boots. Apollo's most notable feature is his scarred face, no doubt a symptom of his rather dangerous lifestyle.
Personality: Apollo is a hard man to get a clear grasp on as he often speaks cryptically and often appears disinterested in even the most pressing matters. To be perfectly blunt, the man appears as if death itself rests in his shadow, radiating an aura that causes fear and a sense of foreboding to those around him. Apollo's voice is deep, a gravel in it, likely caused by years of dust entering his lungs and effecting his chords. If you haven't guessed yet, Apollo is something of a loner, choosing the dangers of hunting across the West to quietly settling on a settlement and trying to create relationships. By this point in his life, it would be hard to claim that he even remembers how to be human, though in the Waste who does? He is not one to start a fight, unless someone is trying to control his actions, to which he will not respond well. While his intent is to only harm those he is paid to, he has two rules; Don't touch the sword, and don't touch the gun. Apollo will never go out of his way to assist someone. That is, unless someone were to pay him to do so.
Personal Biography: Leaving his settlement at the age of sixteen, Apollo has spent the last seventeen years on his feet. Over that time he has had several jobs; Bodyguard, Courier, Scout, the list goes on. For the past three years however, he has worked as a Bounty Hunter for anyone looking to hire. He only takes jobs for contracts that are alive or dead as, he puts it, "A head only weighs about twenty pounds. Easier to move across miles." Despite his years of traveling the Waste, this is only the second time he has ventured into the Mojave. He was there once before as a Courier, charged with delivering a letter to a woman in Freeside. He didn't stay long as he was looking to collect quickly, so he knows very little about New Vegas save for stories he has heard. For the most part, he works for the NCR as they pay and... that's really it. Apollo is one of the few to have traversed The Divide, having taken the route in order to reach the Mojave. He did not emerge unscathed, suffering several new scars and passing out from exhaustion by the time he made it to the Mojave. He recovered for a few days in Primm, but now is ready to search for his next target.