Profiles (cont.)
General Information
Name: Gaige Torgue
Alias/Nickname: Cyborg
age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 Lbs.
Personality: Snarky, rude, loud mouthed, improvisational, genius when it comes to technical or mechanical problems, and a wise cracking know it all.
Race: Human (cyborg, mechanical/robotic arm)
Theme song:
Gorillaz - Dirty Harry
Appearance:
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Strength: 5
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Perception: 5
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Endurance: 5
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Charisma: 7
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Intelligence: 10
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Agility: 6
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Luck: 2
Equipment
Weapons: Custom 10mm pistol, (increased accuracy and slightly higher clip capacity than a typical 10mm pistol.), Also carries a modified 10mm SMG, capable of dealing a bit more damage than the ordinary SMGs that may be found around in the wasteland and also has a much higher capacity for ammunition in a magazine than a normal 10mm SMG. She also has a set of grenades (frag) that have been modified to cling to targets upon impact but otherwise bounce as any other typical grenade before detonation.
Apparel: Wears random clothing she managed to find and salvage from the wastelands on her trips out to salvage other materials. She has a cybernetic arm that she created for herself after losing her arm, being the tinkerer she was. Other than that she is human though.
Other Equipment: She carries a variety of tools with her at all times in pouches and holsters that normally were intended for weapons, things such as a hammer, a couple of different screwdrivers, an adjustable wrench, as well as whatever scraps of wiring, bolts, screws, nuts, and whatever else she thinks may be useful for hacking, repairing mechanical devices, or fixing up/modifying weapons. She has her PIP boy built into her replacement cybernetic arm and has it fully functioning. Also she has a robot that she found in the wastelands, mostly broken down and barely running which she managed to figure out the workings of, upgrading it with an updated set of electronics, programming it to serve only her and uses it as a sentry and body guard, the thing carying quite a bit of ammunition and also using it's own set of weaponry. She's taken to calling it D34TH-TP or Deathtrap for short. She also updated it's outward appearance to give it a lot more armor and a much more intimidating outward appearance. Also has a small supply of Stimpacks (7 specifically) with her at all times and some other basic medical supplies such as bandages, inside of her small tin lunchbox which she uses for storage.
Background
Faction: Independent, for now, and usually modifies weapons for wanderers in the wastelands for a price.
Relationships: Notta, zip, zilch... In other words no one.
Bio: Gaige, or Cyborg as she has come to be known by some of her more frequent visitors was a vault resident, thrown out early, fortunate to not have to be exposed to the immediate after effects of the radiation left by the bombs that went off, she did have to be careful to avoid any extreme sources of residual radiation, using her pip boy. She was only the age of 12 when she was thrust out on her own, already displaying a very high intelligence for her age she managed to eventually find an abandoned bunker, only a single door in the side of a large hill with part of the metal walls exposed now from erosion of the rock around it. After some exploration of the area she decided it would be a perfect place to set up her own little safe haven and immediately began to do so.
After entering the bunker she had discovered that it had been filled and left behind for some reason. It had plenty of supplies, canned and preserved food and water, not to mention some nice guns with some slightly stock piled ammunition and a lot of computer and mechanical parts as well all scattered around. It was here she lived her life out of for the next several years, innevitably setting up measures against intruders, including an electrified door, only able to be turned on or off by her through her own little remote, then she found her now quite well known robot friend, servant, and body guard.
Now she lives and works out of this place, most of the area around it looking a bit like a junk yard now with a lot of old car parts, and other various machinery laying around, combined with broken and non functioning guns that she gutted for parts to other guns for modification jobs. If any factions ever wished for her to join, not only would it cost them in caps but in favors as well, knowing she could just as easily keep caps flowing with her gun modification and repair business set up in her own place. Or maybe some adventurers and wanderers could get her to come along with the proper persuasion. For now though she stays in her bunker, ready to fix or modify any guns or other weapons brought to her, for the right price of course.
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General Information
Name: Giant (Cant remember real name)
Alias/Nickname: Frankenstein, Monster, Gentle Giant
age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 8'0 ft
Weight: 350 pounds
Personality: Calm, Quiet, Easily Angered, Shy
Race: Human/Super Mutant experiment (explained in Bio)
Theme song: (N/A)
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 10
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Perception: 2
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Endurance: 10
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Charisma: 2
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Intelligence: 6
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Agility: 2
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Luck: 8
Equipment
Weapons:
Shishkebab (Prototype): A one of kind Shishkebab designed by an enclave scientist for him. It's smooth and sleek to not give it a junkyard look, and is slightly bigger for longer reach.
Shield of The Brotherhood (Prototype): A shield forged out of the brotherhood of steel power armor giving a good defense. Designed by the same enclave scientist.
Apparel: Steel Chest Piece under coat.
Other Equipment: 4 bottles of water, 2 stinpacks, 200 caps.
Background
Faction: Independent
Relationships: None that he doesn't know of
Bio: Before the experiment Giant was just another wanderer traveling the wasteland. he was walking by what seemed to be a brotherhood of steel member about to shoot an innocent man begging not to be killed. Giant intervene and accidentally killed the brotherhood member. The man very happy that Giant saved him let him stay the night at his cave. That night everything changed, Giant awoke strapped to a lab table with the man explaining how he use to be a scientist for the enclave and even after he proved himself worthy to the brotherhood he turned against them. Obviously the man had gone insane but not his intellect and wanted to make the perfect soldier and remake the enclave but all of his hopes and dreams died with him. After Giant had the experiment done he awoke without the scientist there and had found out the scientist had died from a brotherhood member distracting them where the cave was so all his work wouldn't have been for nothing. All of Giants memories were wiped after the experiment.
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General Information
Name: Zeran-Shu Zyrax-Shi
Alias/Nickname: The Enclave Slayer/Zera
Age: Twenty [Has ceased to Age due to lack of senescence after reaching physical prime]
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 215 lb.
Personality: Due to having been used as a test subject by the Enclave, Zera has a distrust of humans in general, leading to his natural avoidance of others and becoming a bit of a hermit, preferring to be a recluse and avoid the problems that people bring, simply because with people comes problems such as selfishness and greed, and he prefers to be his own person. He detests people with arrogance and those who have ideals similar to the Enclave, in the sense that he doesn't like people who delude themselves into believing themselves better or superior to others and thus seeing everyone else as insignificant and undeserving of life. Zera is no social butterfly, having become cynical and boorish in his behavior and therefore the few encounters with humans -or at least those that didn't end in violence - left people being offended and affronted by his callousness, and it doesn't help that he measures people primary on the level of threat they present to him, a result of his having to survive for ten years out in the unforgiving Wasteland from when he escaped Raven Rock as a ten-year old.
Race: F.E.V. Enhanced Human
Theme song sad optional)
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 7
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Perception: 7
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Endurance: 7
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Charisma: 1
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Intelligence: 10
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Agility: 7
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Luck: 1
Equipment
Weapons: Gauss Rifle and Power Fist
Apparel:
Zera Tesla Power Armor
Other Equipment: Various do-dads and such in addition to the basic things like food and ammo, including a modified Pip Boy that allows the downloading of data from computers. The majority of the stuff that he gets from raiding Enclave bases and such is kept in various hideouts scattered around the Capital Wasteland, preferring to avoid human settlements whenever possible to avoid the issue of the Brotherhood of Steel.
Background
Faction: Independent [Mercenary for Hire]
Relationships: Beyond having aided the Brotherhood of Steel and the Lone Wanderer without their knowledge in their war with the Enclave, no connections at all with anyone.
Bio: Zera was an experiment conducted by the Enclave when it was still kicking, as a result of seeing how Ghouls and Super Mutants could thrive in the desolate wasteland, and after constant dissection and experimentation with various kinds of Super Mutants and Ghouls, managed to find a set of genes that offered improved adaptability to the desolate wasteland by dealing with the issue of radiation. The result was a variant of the F.E.V. that enhanced a human compatible with the virus in ways to make them able to survive in the radiation-torn world without turning into 'mutants', which in the narrow-minded views of the Enclave, essentially dis-included everyone save those who lived in the Vaults or otherwise avoided exposure to the Wasteland from birth. The special variant of the F.E.V. was originally supposed to only prevent radiation from mutating the subject, but later on a decision was made to allow it to enhance the subject's traits, such as strength, speed, and regeneration were also included, in order to compete with the threat of the Super Mutants, who were physically superior to humans in every means imaginable. Out of the original test subjects, only one was known to have managed to survive, the individual known as Test Subject #1337, a young boy raised in the Enclave to parents who had died in an accident, and therefore an orphan and a convenient subject for the program.
Deemed a success, Test Subject #1337 was allowed to choose his own name to give himself more of an identity, having never learned of the name his parents gave him at birth, and as a child he chose a random assortment of letters that made no sense, the name he goes by is the most pronounceable version of the name he originally chose that he was willing to adapt to being called by. Biologically, while he is physically superior to normal humans, Zera comes up just a bit short when compared to Super Mutants, but that comes with the sacrifices made for other 'corrections' of the Super Mutant biology as a whole, such as ensuring his gametes are haploid, hence Zera could sexually reproduce; Zera will also not undergo senility or other issues affecting his psyche and will no suffer memory loss due to altered brain chemistry and biology that allows nerve cells such as brain cells to divide and renew themselves as well as 'rollover' information, that is to say that brain cells could store a theoretical infinite amount of information and memories as time goes on; the final and most obvious change is the lack of abnormal skin pigmentation, making Zera appear relatively human, although his eyes are sadly not the case, having turned from a cerulean blue to a glowing red.
Zera was thus raised as a part of the Enclave, but he was able to advance in intelligence and maturity to the point he could see through the lies and delusions of the Enclave, and he found them pathetic in how they clung to a non-existent power and authority over a world and people that they simultaneously commanded and condemned. When the Lone Wanderer managed to escape from Raven Rock, he was not the only escapee: a ten-year old Zera managed to free himself, having been in the middle of a training exercise with Power Armor, and managed to take advantage of the confusion and chaos to turn on the Enclave Soldiers and Scientists and make his escape into the Capital Wasteland. Unknown to the Lone Wanderer and the Brotherhood of Steel in their original incarnation at the time, they had assistance in fighting their war against the Enclave: Zera, aware that as long as the Enclave had the power to be able to wage war with the Brotherhood of Steel they would also be capable of capturing him again, began his own campaign against the Enclave.
While the Brotherhood of Steel had the advantage of numbers and strength in their campaign, Zera had the advantage of information and stealth on his: he was aware of the many bases and the command structure of the Enclave due to having been prepared to be a part of commanding it when he was old enough, and he was skilled enough to sneak in, take out his targets, and escape before he could encounter too much resistant, and thus Zera by his lonesome began a guerrilla campaign against the Enclave, hitting them hard and fast and being able to take out many of the authority figures of the Enclave and creating chaos in their ranks, allowing for the Brotherhood of Steel and the Lone Wanderer to gain headway against the Enclave until they were finally finished. Ten years later, Zera continues to hunt down the few remnants of the Enclave and continues weeding them out before they can manage to come back, preferring to avoid the issue of the Brotherhood of Steel entirely by avoiding living in any settlement for long, with all of his safe-houses virtually secure from access to anyone but himself; his primary safe-house and where he works on his inventions and other little projects is within the Ruins of Raven Rock...
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General Information
Name: Midas Goldfield
Alias/Nickname: "Goldy"
age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11.5"
Weight: 183 pounds
Personality: Charming, helpful and with a relatively quick wit Midas lives a touched life - not for spectacular luck but for his ability to talk his way out of most situations... which is good seeing as his slow to anger, slow to act attitude and permanent leisurely strides often leave him trailing behind his fellows searching the scenery for discarded tech... and examining the beautiful women because he's a hopeless flirt
Race: Human
Theme song: N/A
Appearance: Midas is fairly average when it comes to body weight and musculature (healthy but to no extreme) it wouldn't be unless one were to see him without his armor - a rare sight indeed - that they could identify the well groomed form the man sports, taking an almost obsessive pride over his youthful appearance
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S.P.E.C.I.A.L
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Strength: 5
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Perception: 7
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Endurance: 5
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Charisma: 8
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Intelligence: 7
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Agility: 3
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Luck: 5
Equipment
Weapons: "Standard issue" gauss rifle, long barrel .357 magnum
Apparel: Brotherhood power armor, brotherhood dog-tags, holodisk and related Brotherhood markings
Other Equipment: Overcharged microfusion cells suitable for 30 shots with a gauss rifle, 12 ".357 magnum" rounds, radio transceiver, Geiger counter (NOT a pip-boy), obscure old world tech (anything useful to the Brotherhood - usually damaged) OR up to 500 caps meticulously stacked and rolled to prevent jingling.
Background
Faction: Brotherhood of Steel
Relationships: Idolised elder Lyons and his methods, otherwise as normal Brotherhood paladin
Bio: Midas was born into the Brotherhood - as were most save those rare few honorary members and the random marriage... not that either of those could be called common by any stretch.
When Midas was still young he learned much from his then outcast order - truthfully for him those were the days of true justice and prosperity; securing dangerous old world tech and removing it from the hands of savages whom would repeat the great war in addition to saving the wasteland one civilian at a time... his youthful naivety was shattered only in the years after Lyon's passing - the first town destroyed in the name of this 'technology tax':
Believing much of the capital wasteland already salvaged beyond the breaking point he saw no benefit to punishing the wastelanders for failing to find things that even they could not. So started Midas' obsession with them in fact...
While never disobeying orders directly Midas became an agent of logic and reason - often using the guise of a "hobby" collecting wasteland currency in order to broker deals between technologically poor and rich settlements to make sure as few people as possible died by his order's hands... though he knew resources would not last indefinitely.
He was unable to save the republic of Bob, much to his dismay and is now in search of a quick and dirty selection of old world parts to throw together to appease his order was the in the name of the next region when they inevitably fail to provide for the order's mad addiction...
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Name: Loretta Miller
Alias/Nickname:Lore
age:25
Gender:Female
Height:5'2
Weight:128 pounds
Personality: She's not charming or very caring (at first), but painfully honest most of the time and will try to help someone if she considers them a friend.
Race: Human
Theme song:The silence of the waste
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 4
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Perception: 7
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Endurance: 7
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Charisma: 3
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Intelligence: 6
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Agility: 8
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Luck: 5
Equipment
Weapons: Sniper rifle and a hand gun
Apparel: She weres a leather vest and boots but other then that the rest of her outfit is made of cloth.
Other Equipment: Loretta has a messenger bag where she keeps some medical supplies, ammo, a Swiss army knife, and water with a bit of food.
Background
Faction: independent
Relationships: none
Bio: Loretta was raised in upper New York along with her mother and eleven siblings in a order called the Church of the Miller. The order was lead by her father, Orson Miller, along with his eight wives. When she was young, Loretta didn't realize the differences there was between the treatment of men and woman in the camp but as she got older she came to realize that the girls in the came were being groomed to be partners of both the boys in the camp and her father. At age fourteen, Loretta was chosen to be the her father's next wife, which horrified and disgusted her, especially since everyone else was fine with the arrangement. So, in the very early hours of the morning, she packed up what she could carry and broke into the armory and stole a pistol her father's sniper rifle.
For the first few weeks, she was bad hunting and started to slowly wither and die of starvation. Then, Loretta was found by Lou Tasfer, a a old mercenary working for a caravan heading to the southwest to Nashville when he had caught her stealing food. Instead of killing her, Lou made her his servant but later he grew found of her and her sharp wit and decided to take care of Loretta after they had arrived in Nashville and his contract with the caravan was up. Since then, they had became close friends and Loretta soon compared him to the family member she never had since Lou started teaching her how to survive in the waste.
Years past and Loretta had become a great mercenary and had traveled to many places east of the Mississippi river, accompanied by Lou. Sadly when she was twenty-three, Lou died of a sudden heart attack and she had to burn his body on a beach in north Carolina. With her mentor gone, she traveled north to the capital waste, where she heard that they were living well.
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General Information
Name biggrin ameon Grey
Alias/Nickname:The shadow, Bane of the 1st, the whistler
age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Height: 6"0
Weight:185 lbs
Personality: as a rule of thumb he's generally silent however when he does speak hes generally blunt and to the point.
Race: Ghoul
Theme song:
Sabaton - En Livstid i Krig
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 5
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Perception:8
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Endurance: 6
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Charisma: 1
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Intelligence: 7
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Agility: 5
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Luck: 8
Equipment
Weapons:
1 sniper rifle with aluminum alloy replacement parts, the words "Ultima Ratio Regum " printed on the barrel
1 .45 Auto pistol with silencer and extended magazines, the metal has been dulled down to prevent shine a decorative vine pattern engraved upon it
30 throwing knives
Apparel: He never removes his helmet or coat only cleaning it by taking a dip in a river or lake.
Other Equipment: A large assortment of mentats and stimpacks hidden about his coat.
Background
Faction: Mercenary
Relationships: Is a bit of a legend amongst NCR Scout troops, whispers of a silent sniper trailing along in his wake.
Bio: Very few remember the days the bombs dropped, Dameon is one of those few, stationed in what is now called The Divide. He was a member of the 11th Armored Cavalry Regiment stationed near one of the many missile silos to ensure no one could enter his silo, his mission was a futile one however for shortly after he was stationed the nukes began flying. He remembered a roar and a blinding white light and thats it he awoke with a pounding headache and a furious, rage induced will to survive. Through the horrifying pain he somehow managed to leave that hell hole and make his way to Vegas, to his surprise it still stood the radiation however making it nigh impossible to live in. It was at this time he learned of his sad fate, he had made it to one of the swankier casinos, blissfully unaware of the radiation that would kill nearly anyone else had they even stepped foot in Vegas, when he arrived at his room he figured it was time for a shower. Upon removing his glove he saw the chunks of skin fall from even the slightest adjustment of the glove. He couldn't stop screaming for a straight hour. Eventually he gathered his wits, set up shop, and waited. He etched out a rather comfortable existence doing jobs for the few survivors, then those who came from the vaults, then even Mr. house himself giving invitations to tribals to become the 3 families of Vegas. Eventually he grew tired, biding Vegas Adieu he went East eventually arriving in the Capital Wasteland during the time of the troubles.
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Name: Xander Higgins
Alias/Nickname biggrin eadshot
age:26
Gender:Male
Height:5'10"
Weight:190lbs
Personality: can be cold and distant, but is always willing to help those in need.
Race: Human
Theme song:Folsom prission blues
Appearance: Xander stands tall wearing an old, long, dusty coat he wears a bandana over his hair ans goggles to protect his eyes from the dust. His limbs are long and lanky.his pants are made with menny pockets and with his coat meny pockets he could use to hide items.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 4
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Perception: 7
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Endurance: 4
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Charisma: 7
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Intelligence: 6
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Agility: 7
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Luck: 5
Equipment
Weapons: Sniper rifle( silancer modified), SMG, frag granades, fragmines, and C4 with dentinator.
Apparel: (none trys to keep things light.)
Other Equipment: keeps weapon repair kits on hand and a few steath boys
Background
Faction: independant only works for those with the right cause
Relationships: none at the moment
Bio: Xander grew up liveing with the enclave. His mother was a sciantist and his farther was a soilder. He grew up as the best of both of his parents his farther's keen eye and sense of honor and loyalty. And his mother's inteliect and moral compus. When the enclave was defeated for the second time in the capital wastes Xander had lost everything. He made his way to big town and lived there untill he started makeing a liveing as a skilled markman. Few knows his birth name anymore as he just goses by the name others gave to him. Then all hell broke loose and the brotherhood started takeing over. Now he takes jobs for the resistance or anyone else who will pay
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General Information
Name: Cedar
Alias/Nickname: Branchtender Cedar
age: 34
Gender:Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight:321lb
Personality:Calm, merry, and peaceful. He seems to always eating, sleeping, or performing Treeminder rituals
Race: Human
Theme song:
Robert Rich - Somnium
Appearance: A large white man wearing a constant smile and Treeminder robes:
Cedar
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 7
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Perception: 4
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Endurance: 5
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Charisma: 10
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Intelligence: 6
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Agility: 2
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Luck: 6
Equipment
Weapons: He doesn't carry any firearms or melee weapons with him but knows how to handle them if the threat arises (he keeps an old pistol under his cot)
Apparel:
Treeminder robes
Other Equipment: Cedar keeps a satchel with assorted potions, seeds, and tree sap
Background
Faction: Treeminders
Relationships: only with fellow Treeminders (has never left the Oasis)
Bio: Cedar was born into the Treeminders in Oasis. His parents were both wastelanders. His mother was pregnant and his father, a muscular and hardy fellow, carried her in search of shelter from the outside world for the birth. They reached Oasis and the Treeminders gratefully took them in. Cedar's mother died during the birth and his father, denying to drink of the sap and in an attempt to kill Tree Father Birch had his legs broken by the Treeminders and left for dead in the rocky passages leading up to the entrance of Oasis.
Cedar was raised by Tree Father Birch and Leaf Mother Laurel. As a child growing up in Oasis he learned rituals and tended gardens. The death of Harold struck Cedar greatly pushing him into a depression and a temporary prayer service within the sunken chambers, but a week after the death he returned to his reverent ways in the forests of Oasis.
Cedar is regarded the wisest Branchtender and the wisest of all Treeminders next to the Tree Father and Leaf Mother. He is most likely to become the Tree Father after Birch's death, but he does not let that get to his head for he is enveloped by his work in cultivating plant life and practicing Treeminder rituals. He is truly a very mellow and insightful man.
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General Information
Name: Albireo
Alias/Nickname: Albi
age: 25
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 141lbs
Personality: Light-Hearted
Race: Human
Theme song:
Monk Brewmaster
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
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Strength: 7
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Perception: 3
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Endurance: 6
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Charisma: 4
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Intelligence: 4
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Agility: 10
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Luck: 6
Equipment
Weapons:
Amazingly well crafted spear
Apparel:
Robes of the Crimson Dawn
Other Equipment: Old World Mailbag, Three canteens(Wine, Scotch, Beer), Old World MREs x5
Background
Faction: Monks of the Crimson Dawn/Independent
Relationships: None yet
Bio: Twenty five years ago, Albireo was born outside on a starlit night where his mother could not move. His mother gave him the name of the brightest star that was shining that night and thus Albireo was named. He would grow up in a harsh and trying environment, suffering trails from both the terrible world and the harsh training that all among the Monks of the Crimson Dawn had to endure. By the time he was twenty years of age, Albireo had been honed into a righteous man of great skill and strength. He was given a choice: Stay and become a wise man of the people, to teach the following generations, or leave on a pilgrimage east to the DC area to put the Brotherhood of Steel to justice. Unexpected by all, Albireo chose to go after the Brotherhood, being the first to do so since the founding of the Monks. During the five years he was out on his own, he rediscovered a long lost martial art form: The Drunken Fist. He slowly taught himself how to fight using different alcoholic beverages that he could scavenge, and eventually learned to brew his own when he really needed it. After five years of traveling, the monk finally reached his destination, the DC Wasteland.
New Faction Info: Monks of the Crimson Dawn are a reclusive group of people similar to the Brotherhood of Steel and Legion, taking strong routes from ancient Chinese traditions and culture. They flourished for some years after the war, settling in somewhere between the Capitol Wasteland and the Midwest Commonwealth. The Brotherhood stumbled upon the secluded village by total accident, but when they saw the strong Chinese influence they immediately assumed that this was a communist haven and sought to destroy them. While the Brotherhood had greater technological advantage, the clever and well trained fought hard enough and put enough of a dent in the Brotherhood forces that the Elders ordered a tactical retreat before the Monks had been totally wiped out. The Brotherhood continued west, the seeds of doubt planted among the ranks, leaving the Monks to lick their wounds and the hatred they left behind to fester. From that day on the Monks trained harder than ever before to attempt to chase down the Brotherhood and enact justice. Years would pass before one warrior felt ready to strike out on a journey to find the Brotherhood and test the training they had worked so hard for.
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Name: Nikki Gamble
Alias/Nickname: “Lucky Shot” Gamble
age: 23
Gender: Female
Height:5’3”
Weight: 108
Personality: Nikki is a big gambler who always keeps going for the big bucks, her main poison is blackjack. Though now that she is in the Capitol Wasteland she does not have to worry about spending her money like crazy anymore. She is very smart and cunning, but is a very playful at heart always hitting on those who she finds attractive. Nikki herself is a talkitive woman who enjoys the company of others.
Race: Human
Theme song:
Born Unto Trouble
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: 6
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Perception: 5
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Endurance: 3
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Charisma: 7
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Intelligence: 6
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Agility:7
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Luck: 6
Equipment
Weapons: Long tubed maple stock custom action cowboy repeater, a black steel long barreled .357 magnum revolver with an ivory handle, and a broad machete. (She may have a Caravan with all types of weapons but she only uses these three normally.)
Apparel: Sunglasses (Puts them on from time to time)
Other Equipment: Stimpaks, Doctor Bags, Psycho, Med X, Guns and Bullets, Tumblers Today, D.C. Journal of Internal Medicine, Lying, Congressional Style, Wasteland Survival Guide, Mentats, and a lot of whiskey.
Background
Faction: Gun Runners and anyone who has the most caps to buy her stuff.
Relationships: None just yet but I am more then willing to make some new friends.
Bio: Nikki is the youngest of the Gamble siblings. Both she and her brother she were born in the Mojave Wasteland, close to New Vegas itself. Her father worked for Gun Runners so like her brother, she learned how to make guns and how to use them well. But unlike her brother she taught in the medical field and taught how to barter and speak with people so she could go out and sell their guns to people. She uses Brahmin even though she really wishes that she could use Bighorners instead since they are much stronger and are able to defend themselves much better then Brahmin. That’s’ why with her caravan of Brahmin she has two Bighorners with her as well. Nikki was the best seller of Gun Runners guns and supplies and did well until the Van Graff’s sent assassins to kill her and her caravan. Her guards and her Brahmin did not survive but she was able to take out the laser rifle wielding Neanderthals. She didn’t know how she was going to grab all the supplies and take it back to Gun Runners. But luckily, both of her Bighorners survived and even then it most likely was not going to happen she loaded up her weapons and supplies on the Bighorners and was actually able to carry all of her supplies to Gun Runners, to this day she has no real clue how her Bighorners were able to carry her supplies since Bighorners are not pack animals.
And that was the day when she returned to find out her brother became Ghoulified. When her brother was forced into early retirement she asked if they would let him become her guard for her now Bighorner Caravan. They decided to let her go ahead but warned her that her brother might turn feral at any moment. But she didn’t care and went off with her brother to sell some guns and supplies. Though her brother didn’t exactly agree with her lifestyle of drinking, gambling, and smoking. So they constantly fought each other, with their words. One day Nikki said something so bad that he just left her…Looking for somewhere he belonged. To this day she doesn’t know what has happened to her brother but she always keeps on saying that he is to stubborn to be killed by any gun wielding idiot, hes’ alive. When her brother left so did her bighorners, they just didn’t want to carry supplies anymore. Maybe it was just how they worked, knowing she needed something to use but couldn’t. So she decided to set up shop in New Vegas right on the strip but the thing was she wasn’t allowed to give you your new gun there…NCR and House’s robots made sure of that. So after purchase either and NCR MP or Securitron will give it to them after a very complex system of yadayadayada! Basically they kept messing up people’s orders and just eventually let her give it to them right then and there as they bought it. She set up shop right next to the NCR Embassy which makes it hard for her to just go out and sell to anyone like she used to. Which is why once she heard from a traveler that the Capitol Wasteland could need someone like her to sell them the guns. So she packed up her stuff, sold her store for 10,000 caps (put it up for bid at Tops and got a big payout for it) and now is set out with her new caravan on her way to the Capitol Wasteland.
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General Information
Name:Maru
Alias/Nickname: Shadow
age: 23 (Counting without years frozen)
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160lb
Personality: Cold, disciplined,hard to gain trust.
Race: Enchanced Human
Theme song:
Messenger
Appearance:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (must add up to 40 points)
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Strength: ( 7 )
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Perception: (9)
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Endurance: (5)
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Charisma: (2)
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Intelligence: (5)
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Agility: (10)
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Luck: (2)
Equipment
Weapons: Vibration Blade:Sends Vibration waves that allows the blade to cut steel. Throwing Knifes coated in Scorpion Venom
Apparel: His Armor acts like a chamilon skin, though experimental, if Maru stands still for a linked of time, he can blend in with the enviroment.
Other Equipment: (Has built in stealth camo, however glitches out once in a while.)
Background
Faction: (independent)
Relationships: (any connections you may have to other characters)
Bio: Maru was one of the scientist who developed and tested weapons for the future. Before the great fallout happened, Maru was undergoing a test with being the first human able to adapt to any envirment as the perfect assissain.
When the long days of never ending surgery was complete, Maru's body was required to undergo a freezing process for his body to finish undergoing the changes. However, at that moment, the lab for which
he was being fitted by was also being evacuated when the bombs fell. In the panic, Maru was left inside the lab for years until finally the computer that watched over his vitals finally was accessed.
It's unknowned who or what accessed the panel, but as Maru awoke, he was confused on what had happened. His sleep only felt as a single day. When going through the lab he noticed the whole area was in ruins with the exception of his gear.
Using the access he had, Maru found what little video feed and recordings that were left learning about the faith of man kind. It was hours before, Maru finally decided to collect what little was left and leave the lab.
His goal was the search for all, if any of the scienist that abandoned him and kill each one. He promised to kill each and every scientist that has to do with weapons and find anyone else who was left in the same condition as him and
aid. As time pass Maru learned that the waste lane was an empty and cold place, he did only what was required to survive and watched over small settlements but made sure he was never seen. The problem with Maru is
his body requires a very long length of time to rest between periods of engangement. He was meant to be the future soilder but was never completed. His only issue is trying to find someone trustworthy enought to complete his body.
