Appearance: [Before Vault]
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[After Vault]: Paler than snow, with slightly larger eyes than most due to how much they contrast against his high cheekbones. He looks so skinny and awkwardly tall, with a face most don't wish to see. His perfectly white hair falls out quite often.
Name: Alsen Reed.
Age: [Before Vault]: 18.
[After Vault]: 27.
Height: 6 feet.
Build: Scrawny, severely malnourished, strangely long limbs.
Gender: Male.
Species: Mutated human.
Hair Colour: Once a dark blonde/light brown, now a frail and thinning bleach white.
Eye Colour: Black scleras and irises, with a seemingly radioactive light blue/green hue around his irises and his whole pupil.
Special Markings: Heavy scarring along mainly his arms and thighs, but they can be all over his body. Most of them self-inflicted. A few chemical burns.
Piercings: An old one left in his tongue that he often tugs on to mess with his own tongue.
Marital Status: Single.
Immediate Family: Had a mother, father and younger sister, but he now knows nothing of them. At the time of the war they were separated.
Occupation: Used to be a human guinea pig.
Biography: Once the pretty boy heading off to college to start a brilliant life, ignorant to all the suffering of the world, he was hit pretty hard when the war started. He was quickly separated from his family and never saw them again as he wandered the radioactive fields. Then one day, as he had by some strange 'miracle' survived the toxic environment of the current lands, he stumbled upon the vaults. Once he entered, he wished he'd never stepped foot near the place.
He was kept in solitary confinement, begging for release. No one listened to him. They simply gave him drugged food that kept him awake for days on end. After such a strange existence, one loses their humanity. He became violent and anxious beyond belief, trying to kill himself or even eat himself alive. They fucked him up thoroughly. He lost his tan and quickly became paler than a corpse. His hair started falling out. The effects of the lack of sleep and radioactivity on his mind took their toll, turning him half mad. He has some moments of absolute clarity, but he's mainly violent and terrified now, constantly on high alert. One day when they were giving him his food, he managed a violent escape and simply ran and ran. He regained a bit of himself in the wastelands, but no one would even come near him. So now he wears long sleeved clothes and trousers, with an oversized hoodie to hide how skinny he really is and a mask of black cloth over his mouth and nose.
Personality: Reserved and very secretive, simply because he knows if he reveals anything about himself, most people will run the fuck away from him. He's quiet, mostly because his voice has a strange hoarseness to it, and the way he stutters sometimes can be creepy. However, he's really not all that violent or angry; it's just the result of being constantly awake, thus confusing reality with glimpses of his nightmares as his brain occasionally will cause him to switch off for 10 seconds, without it even being noticeable to himself or others. He's been quite the solitary survivor, but he's trying to find someone, or a group of people, who can help him regain his sanity. Generally has a creepy but docile vibe to him.
Combat:
Weapons: His own somewhat clawed hands and longer, stronger limbs (thanks to mutation), as well as anything he can find lying about.
Attack Mode: Depending on what he's using, can be short range, mid-range and long-range.
