Noxious or Nox as he had been called growing up rolled onto his side on the old bed,it groaned as its springs adjusted to his movement. Getting up he grabbed his pants and slid them on as he walked over and looked over the supplies he had in the small shack he had made on his trip to the strip. Once he had made his way back to the strip he sighed and looked around as he carried his pack.<br/><br/>Nox was picked up by the Legion when he was young, he was raised by them to be one of their foot soldiers and had risen through the ranks to become one of his top centurions and had lead raids against anyone who would stand against Caesar and his might but after some years he had grown disillusioned with how the Legion was handling business and so one night he just left the only family he had known to wander the strip<br/>although no one knew for sure there had been increasing number of rumors that the Legion had started to push its way into The Zone .<br/><br/>Yet no one was ever sure about it due to the fact that Ceaser's legion left little to no survivors of their encounters. If there were any survivors they were enslaved and made to serve Ceaser. He had been living around the strip now and would often trade supplies with any of the inhabitants be it Fiend,Legion, or Enclave, although when dealing with Legion members he often didn't wear any of his old gear nor use their terms so that there would never be any chance of them making the connection that he was one of their own who had deserted and ran off which was a crime punishable by death.