Kohaku

Physical Description: 18-23. Kohaku is small and nimble, lightly muscled but very flexible, able to squeeze into tight spaces and climb just about anything. Thick, dark warm black hair, black eyes, and unmistakably Japanese features. 5'2", ~130 Lbs.

Level 25 Mutant Breeder

SPECIAL:
S: 2 P: 6 E: 5 C: 4 I: 5 A: 5 L: 3

PERKS: (based on Fallout 4)
Awareness 1, Locksmith 2, Night Person 2, Scrapper 2, Sneak 2, Fortune Finder 1, Scrounger 2

As a mutant, Kohaku does not spend SPECIAL points and naturally possesses the max versions of the following perks : Rad Resistant, Lead Belly, and Aquaboy, however he cannot breathe underwater.

Background: Kohaku was born to escapees of an insidious Vault-Tec experiment that sought to improve the human genome by introducing animalistic breeding strategies; the purpose of Vault 69 was listed as "1000 women and one man", but in reality it was 1,000 women, one scientist, and a bank of animal genetic material with which to tinker. 25 years after being sealed in the Vault, he successfully created a new strain of humanity, which could breed faster, survive better, and was immune to radioactive fallout. 40 years after the bombs fell, the first generation of these new humans entered sexual maturity, and after killing the scientist and opening the Vault doors, poured out onto an unsuspecting wasteland. (Yes, this is how I explain the existence of A/B/O in Fallout, fite me.)

Born on the very northern fringes of the New California Republic, Kohaku only knew his father for a few short years before he was killed in a raid on their tribe's small camp. His mother was able to take him to safety, and for a time they lived in New Reno. His mother found work as a prostitute to keep them from starving, but while walking home one night she was attacked, raped and left for dead by a gang of Vipers. Kohaku was eleven years old at the time, and in order to get away as quickly as possible he fell in with a caravan of water traders, with whom he travels to this day. Only one person in the caravan knows what he is, and she hasn't told him yet -- the old woman, dressed in a faded Vault suit with the same numeral as the one his mother sometimes wore.

Kohaku is slow to trust, but loyal to a fault. Once you have him, he's yours. This holds especially true of lovers -- once he's had a taste, he can't get enough, bordering on nymphomania. He can and will ride a lover's dick from the time he wakes up until he goes to sleep, if they're willing to let him. There's an itch deep within that he just can't seem to scratch -- maybe he's waiting for the right Alpha to claim him?