Name: Cutter

race: human (Native American/Chinese Heritage)

gender: male

age: 40

Sexuality: straight

height: 6 feet, 2 inches

eyes: brown

hair: black

appearence: a tall man with a fit, sleekly muscular build. His hair is often kept slicked back and he has sharp, almost feline eyes. He's rarely seen without stubble, but keeps himself otherwise clean and well-groomed.

birthplace: The divide

occupation: Former hunter, former Khan, pathfinder

talents: Cutter is very strong, fast and agile, pushing the limits of what an unmutated human is capable of, even by Khan standards and displays an extremely high resistance to pain.
: A combat veteran with years of combat experience, Cutter is one of the most talented CQC combantants in the wasteland, often ending a fight within minutes of melee range.
: Like most Khans, Cutter is an expert in guerrilla warfare and squadron tactics.
: Cutter is a talented tracker and hunter, able identify and locate any humanoid or beast he's hunting as long as he has something to work with.
: While not an expert, Cutter is quite skilled at maintaining and honing his equipment.


bio: Not all khans headed into the Mojave after the NCR chased them out of California. Cutter's grandparents were part of a large group which settled in the region North of Nevada. By the time Cutter was born, the group had become the dominant power in the region, fighting off both hostile raiders and monsters, and coming into conflict with the Legion when the latter begun expanding into the area. Cutter grew up fighting the Legion, baptizing his warrior skills in Legionnaire blood. Cutter displayed a natural flair for fighting from his early teens, carving through every legionnaire he saw. He was in his mid-late 20s when his life brightened.

Cutter's fighting skill and charming personality made him an obvious candidate to protect a young woman interested in exploring big MT. For the first time he remembered, the usually confident and cool Cutter found himself stuttering and struck by the fierce and fiery woman, named Rosie. It was when she killed three feral ghouls with a Crowbar that he realized she was the one for him, while Rosie found his honorable nature and calm demeanor refreshing. Although they failed to get into big MT after being chased away by Cazadores, Rosie chose to stay with Cutter and joined the Khans, lending her technological expertise to his tribe, including a set of retractable, gauntlet-mounted blades similar to pre-war Teko-kaggi. Cutter quickly mastered them, and helped Rosie become a deadly fighter in her own right. Cutter soon proposed, and their wedding was considered the final unification between the Khans and the locals, a symbol of friendship and alliance that could possibly spread through the wasteland and usher in peace. Cutter was expecting his first child when their doom came from the west.

When the NCR, The khans wasted no time in reigniting their old feud. Made strong and deadly by the divide, the Khans easily pinned the invaders. Already split by their war in the East, the NCR had no choice but to keep their distance from the Khan's strongholds. the NCR came baring strange tidings. Having recovered information from Nevarro, the trail had lead them here. Ordered to stay his hand by tribal elders, Cutter felt a warning feeling in his gut, a sense of impending fear that had the usually calm warrior constantly checking over his shoulder. The NCR brought a device that could activate machinery within the Divide. All had thought it would be power or fresh water, or something to access big MT or cease its infernal storms.

After being delivered the device, the locals used it and the device suddenly activated, linking with the launch computers hidden in the dormant silos, and sending launch codes and security overrides to the missiles hidden within warheads started detonating beneath the ground, triggering a massive earthquake that ripped the land open, shattering Ashton, Hopeville, and everything around it into a twisted deathtrap. It became an expanse of cracked, blighted landscape, while the sand and ash from the devastation was caught and kicked up into the skies above by the artificial storms, turning an already savage weather into a single, apocalyptic dust storm
that could skin a man alive. Cutter's home was obliterated and while he got some to safety, many more were killed or turned into ferocious, red-skinned mutants that attacked all not of their ilk.

Thrust into leadership with the death of the Elders, Cutter gathered the survivors to try move them to safety. Fighting through the Marked men was daunting, and Cutter had to cut down many former friends, people he knew and cared about no monsters that knew no love or loyalty. What came next were the monsters. When night fell, vast hordes of ferocious beasts emerged from beneath the ground, killing everything they found. Only the hardy Deathclaws of the region could fight them, but even they couldn't withstand these tunneling demons. Pinned in a bunker, Cutter and the survivors held out for a week against relentless assaults. Cutter did everything he could to hold off the monsters, but no matter how many Tunnellers the Khans killed, more always came and the Khans were running out of food.

The end came when Cutter left to find supplies. He had planned on being back by nightfall, but a Marked man ambush complicated things and he was delayed. As night fell, he returned to the bunker to find it was overrun. The tunnellers had got in from beneath and breached the reactor, with deadly radiation blooming through the corridors as the walls were stained with blood as Tunnellers fought their way in. Abandoned all sense of safety and self-preservation, Cutter sprinted into the fray slashed through what Tunnellers he could, and ignored the ticking of his Helmet's radiation warning as newly feral ghouls attacked him, wearing the visages of those
he knew. Cutter tried to convince himself Rosie would be okay, but the vicious ghoul leaping at him dashed all hopes.

Cutter locked himself in an empty room for the night until the Tunnellers left, dosing himself up with Rad-X. With nothing left for him, Cutter abandoned the area, taking the sleek armor Rosie planned to give him and heading North. He spent the new few years wandering aimlessly North, punctuated by frequent fights with the Wasteland and occasionally gazing down the barrel of his own gun. Cutter kept going until he came to the Columbia River and, unable to cross due to the radiation and toxic clouds and having nothing better to do, headed North to follow the river until he found a narrow pass near the Canadian border. Stepping into Washinton, Cutter was awestruck by the green and fertile lands that stretched from the Cascades to the coast. It didn't take him long before he encountered the local Raiders and vented much of his anger on the screaming savages, routing their attack. The local settlers, collectively known as freemen, offered Cutter a place among them. Tired of being alone, Cutter thankfully accepted.


Cutter's knowledge of guerilla warfare and talent for fighting served him well against the local Raiders, known as Ravagers. Being part of a community also greatly improved Cutter's mood and gave him a sense of purpose beyond surviving, something he has missed since losing the Khans. Although not an official leader, Cutter's word is greatly respected throughout the region. His presence, knowledge, and ferocity in battle helped keep the Ravagers out of Freemen lands for years. Recently, a freeman settlement on the coast told him they saw a massive ship coming.

personality: Cutter's stern visage and fierce gaze seldom betrays his emotions. Calm and cool-headed, Cutter thinks quickly and tactically, assessing most situations within seconds. Cutter maintains his Khan honor, refusing to harm children or the elderly, and stubbornly refuses to abandon injured or sick freemen. Doing either is the quickest way to make him lose his usually calm demeanor. In combat, Cutter is ruthless and ferocious, not stopping until he's massacred anything currently attacking him or his peers. Despite his usually reserved demeanor, Cutter is haunted by the loss of his first family. The memory repeats in his mind, the possibility he could've saved them, that he could've saved his wife, occasionally pulls at him. It drives him to protect others with the tenacity of a mother Deathclaw, throwing himself into every battle with a fearless vigor. Those who look into his eyes often mention seeing a sadness there. Although his past has made him gruff and occasionally snappy, Cutter is still a kind, honest and good-natured man, fiercely loyal and unquestionably brave. Under the scars of pain and loss, a warm and gentle heart still beats.

weapons and gear: Cutter wears sleek armor over a tough Kevlar bodysuit. The armor plating is light but incredibly tough, able to shrug off anything from Bloatfly larvae and light-arms fire to the pincers of a Mirelurk hunter, and the chest plating has withstood a shotgun blast at close range. The Kevlar is insulated against radiation, and Cutter keeps it maintained. Cutter's helmet is made of the same metal as the plating, and features an air purifier, night vision and UV in the eyepieces, and a Geiger counter to warn him of radiation.

As for weapons, Cutter's primary weapons are two pairs of foot-long blades mounted in each of his gauntlets. Designed to spring out or retract with either a specific hand movement or a switch located on their housing, each blade is made of steel and incredibly sharp, able to slice a human in half, split open Radscorpion chitin and even slice open the plating of some power armor if he exerts enough force. Cutter is quite skilled with many firearms but prefers using a number of Kunai throwing knives.