Ghoul
From SSDC, Inc.
I am the most powerful and most resourceful creature in this perverted world. That is what I am. You made me. It was your ignorance that created what I am. And now the rich and poor alike scorn what I have become. Such is the way with hypocrisy. I do not relish what life made me. Yes, I must admit that it would be nice to live with thers in harmony. It would be nice to be a true Human. However, it would be nice to have air conditioning. And that doesn't exist either. I am a Ghoul, a being spawned by the corruption of fallout that covered the world at the beginning of the Time of Reckoning. Unlike the others, I am feared and hated by almost all. I therefore am more than capable of hating everyone else. And that means you. I much resemble a human, if he were a lizard. My skin is purple-black, thick and scaly, coarse to the touch. My skull is smaller than a normal human's, crowned with spines. My muscle sinew is unparalleled in its definition, lean corded strips of meat which are more than merely functional. I am as fast as a horse, strong as a mountain lion, more nimble than a house cat. I have the eyes of a demon, cold and black. They are as unforgiving as the world we live in. I am a Ghoul. I live off things that are weak. In combat, I lash out with my razor sharp talons, inflicting tremendous damage. I can tear a man's head off with a single swipe of my hand, or I could bite it off with teeth like steel. I am a Ghoul and I am supreme! I am the quintessential scavenger. I can live off the land better than any other. My body is extremely efficient, able to store and use energy with great economy. I can survive a week without water, more without food. I can eat anything, but blood to me is the true delicacy. Heat that would prostrate others only tans me. Radiation that would kill an ordinary man has little effect on a specimen so supreme as myself. So you are probably asking yourself, if I am as powerful as I claim to be, then what could be so bad about being what I am? Three things. First, because of my penchant for blood, virtually everyone fears me. Most would like to see me dead. Secondly, I do not much care for the cities, but it's in the city that my destiny lies. I must convince others that I am not some kind of monster. To do that I must live amongst the people, where I am not at all comfortable. And finally, the worst thing about being me is my mind. Something is wrong with the genetic coding sequence. My genetic mutation is imperfect, and if a cure is not found, then eventually all of my people will be destroyed.
