Wolfox

While wandering across the Mojave you come across a Woman. She has an odd hair color, Bordeaux Red to be exact, and can be seen skipping and smiling as if she's having the time of her life. "Hi! My name is Bodeaux. Huh? No, I wasn't born with the name, silly, I just got named that a lot by old friend because of my hair and so I decided to change it. Hmm, I like you, you're my new friend now! And as my new best friend, I should let you in on something: I don't kill friends. It's a rule I was told since I was around 4 years old; "Never kill your friends, the rest is fair game". I live and die by that rule. Well, I haven't died yet, but you get the point. Hmm? who told me such a rule? Well I grew up with a tribe of raiders. They raided the little town I lived in. Or was is just one house? Hey, I was 4 when it happened so I don't remember everything clearly. Anywho, my mom shielded me from their attacks, dying in the process. When they found me they saw me holding a knive, ready to fight back. But instead of fighting, they decided to take me in and train me. By the age of 10 I was trained and ready to kill, and when I was 12 I got my first kill. Ahh, good times." She seems... odd. She talks about killing like it's the most normal thing in the world, yet she doesn't seem crazy or bloodlusted. "But anyway. That's how I eventually cut my ties with them, by literally doing so. What am I going to do now? Well, I was thinking about joining up with Ceasar's Legion. Yes, I know how they treat woman and how they're Slavers, but that's part of what I like about them. Plus, their killing work is amazing, I should take notes! Hmm? What if they refuse me? Well, then they're not my friends, thus I can kill them." She draws her knive and gives it a quick lick, before showing it to you. "This is my lucky knive. I neverleave home without it. Well, I don't really have a real home, so that kinda easy." She hands you a big bag of caps, most likely taken from people she killed. "As my friend, you deserve the best. Go to the nearest "house of joy" and tell them Bordeaux send you, they'll give you a good deal. Later bestie!" She gives you a big hug, winks and proceeds to skip down the road. You don't know whether to be happy she claimed you were her friend or be afraid of ever thinking about her again. But if anything she gave you a lot of caps so she can't be that bad, right?