- " Do I look like I care if I survive?"
- — Tom, after being told he was going to be sent on a suicide mission
Born in the Boneyard, Tom was a sickly child who barely survived infancy. His parents were Jet junkies, and they threw him out as soon as he was old enough to take care of himself, and he spent most of his teenage years wandering and prospecting for weapons and anything to sell. His wanderings showed him how brutal the wasteland could be, and left him with mental and physical scars. They also gave him his nickname, earned by his tendency to move at night, and wear a hood.
Coming across an enlistment center and being wooed into joining with promises of R&R at The Strip and easy money, he signed on with the NCR and quickly discovered how good he was with a rifle. He was enrolled in First Recon, and worked well and mercilessly. The army life was not for him, though. He disliked the rules and the command structure, so he left as soon as his tour was up and makes his way as a bounty hunter and a merc. He likes to keep his mark's ears as proof of kill. He wears them on a chain under his jacket.
|Apparel||First Recon Beret, Authority Glasses, Wasteland Wanderer outfit|
|Weapons||Hunting rifle, 10mm pistol, Machete Gladius, Various scavenged weapons|
|Miscellaneous||40 .308 rounds, 100 10mm rounds, NCR dogtags, at least 100 caps|
|On death||Humar ear necklace|
Tom's rather lonely, he hasn't got too many friends. He's got a split personality, who is violent, destructive, and hateful. He uses chems to control it, and he's completely addicted to whiskey. He tends to wander, and tries to isolate himself. He seems to get along with animals better than humans, keeping a pet dog that's practically a stray.