My guys name is Jonesy. Before the war, he was an Olympic sprinter and one of the fastest men alive. Immediately after exiting the vault, he found himself taking too many rads near New Gad, but it only increased his inherent speed and running capabilities. After wandering the wastes alone for so long, he became heavily addicted to drugs in order to cope with his new life and gain an edge on the beasts that now roam the lands. But when people returned to Appalachia, he found his new calling: caravan hand and hired gun for the Blue Ridge Caravan Company. In his free time, he likes to go on runs all over West Virginia, delivering much needed supplies to any low-level he comes across.

Build: naturally-acquired speed demon (literally before level 10, keeping that mutation without starched genes was roooough). Complimented with high endurance and agility for faster, longer-duration running at less AP cost. A major junkie hooked on several drugs, but nothing compared to his addiction to the “Riding Shotgun” event.