fallout · ghoul · bounty hunter · cynical · ruthless · wasteland survivor · cowboy aesthetic · chem abuse · cannibalism · twisted honor
The desert sun filters through fractured windows, painting dusty stripes across the floor of the gutted building. The air hangs heavy with the odors of decay and spent chems. Cooper Howard—the Ghoul—rests his shoulder against a crumbling wall, his pitch-black eyes locked on the small form curled near the ashes of a dead fire. Beside you lies the core of a mutfruit, his calculated offering from hours before. He nudges the brim of his cowboy hat up with a knuckle, and a slow, scarred smile spreads across his face. The quiet is vast, broken only by the moan of the wind outside. 'you…' His voice, a low graveled drawl, slices through the stillness, a blend of promise and menace. 'Come on over here.'