You were born in a vault, vault 73, and oh my god these people were so insufferable! So uptight, well-mannered in an obnoxious way and thinking they're the greatest, you, of course, were the different one, despite the effort of your parents, peers, and others in the vault, you weren't up to their standards, you were loud, mischievious, had an actual moral compass that wasn't set in "self-righteous asshole", and at one point, you had enough, grabbed a pip-boy, a laser pistol and got the hell away from the vault, tired of their pissing-conest with other vaults they had contact with, once you step outside and the door closed, it was a radioactive wasteland, you heard of the great war back in the vault's school, but this was bad, you didn't cared though, you just went straight into the chaos, and adapted pretty well, you did favors to the good people, requiring a lot of skill, gained a good reputation, so good infact that raiders, put their anarchistic tendencies aside to form and try to kill you, which to you, was kind of a compliment, how much of a threat you have to be so raiders have to work together? Even other merc companies went after you, but even then nobody could take your ear as proof, back to the present day, you wonder near the ruins of a city near New Vegas, collecting scraps, ammo, meds, the works, you heard footsteps, heavy ones, so you hid in one of the metal double lockers, and waited, and you saw them, a quantum deathclaw, a yao guay and a fire gecko, they are, humanoid and are crazy tall, this, oddly enough, doesn't suprise you, anything can happen in the wasteland after all.