xxxxxxBASICS
Name: Jamison Hollow
Nicknames/Aliases: Very, very occasionally answers to "Jamie" or "James".
Age: 23
Race: Tribal
Gender: Male
xxxxxxSOCIAL
Karma: Mildly cynical and snarky, but essentially good-natured.
Job: Salvager, Robotician
Home: N/A
Secret: Now, now, that'd be telling!
Origin: Point Lookout, Maryland
xxxxxxS.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Primary Trait: Perception
Secondary Trait: Intelligence
Perk 1: See in the Dark
Perk 2: Danger Sense
Perk 3: Hacker
xxxxxxAPPEARANCE
Height & Weight: 6'4", 155 lbs.
Hair: Dark Blond xx●xx Skin: Caucasian, Palexx●xx Eyes: Brown
Description: Jamison is a tall, lanky kid who seems to have put most of his energy into growing vertically while devoting no time to growing horizontally. He is practically skin and bones, with only a bit of muscle beneath his skin, though what muscle he does have is hard and lends itself to a decent tone, especially around his midriff. Years spent underground have given him a pallid complexion, in stark contrast to many out in the wastes. He wears his dark blond hair fairly long, just past his ears and down the back of his neck, and his brown eyes always seem to be burning intensely, either with an inner cunning or a supernatural sharpness.
xxxxxxPERSONALITY
Goals: *Collect and repair salvage in the Wasteland, perhaps for a profit.
*Explore the mysteries of Pre-War technology and develop new ways to use them that could help better the future.
*Survive and avoid those who would do him harm.
Favourite Colour: Greyxx●xx Favourite Food: Stew; it's one of the few things he can generally assume has at least been cooked fairly recently.xx●xx Favourite Activity: Playing with computers
Description: Unlike many Point Lookout Tribals, Jamison does not have a mystical outlook. Rather, his experiences have shaped him into a practical, cunning young man with a keen interest in history. However, he has taken a different turn with the treasures of the past. He doesn't believe in looking to the past of the Pre-War era, but instead looks to the future and what can be done to improve the present for the future generations.
xxxxxxHISTORY
Write-up: Jamison was born in 2262 to the tribals of Point Lookout. From an early age, he was markedly different from most of the inhabitants of Point Lookout. He certainly did not possess the brutish, xenophobic nature of the swampfolk or the blind religious fanaticism of his tribal relatives. Rather, he was an intelligent, curious, and insightful child, despite the fact that such traits were discouraged by his brethren. He often asked questions about the treasures of Point Lookout and its history, questions that the elders believed would hold him back from walking the astral plane when he came of age since they were too worldly. However, even though they tried to guide the boy away from such questions, his curiosity could not be sated, and eventually the elders gave up, believing that he would outgrow it with time.
However, Jamison's intelligence was not overlooked by everyone in Point Lookout. When Jamison was ten, he was approached by a shady man by the name of Carson. Carson explained to Jamison about the nature of the "god" of Point Lookout and the complex political game that was being waged between Calvert and Desmond. He then offered Jamison a chance to join in this game as a player on Desmond's side, an agent like Carson himself was. Although this was far beyond the understanding of the boy at the time, he nevertheless jumped at the chance to learn more about his surroundings. Pleased with his response, Carson began to train the boy in the subtle game of shadow warfare.
Of particular importance to Desmond was the ability to fight Calvert electronically. Since Calvert relied almost solely on robots and machines, Desmond had long wanted an agent who could fight over networks. Carson, responding to Desmond's wishes, focused most of Jamison's training on hacking and computers. Jamison quickly became adept at electronic warfare, and by the age of fourteen he was able to fight off most AI's that Calvert set up, as well as reprogram simple robots and control networks remotely. In addition to this, Carson also taught Jamison various other sciences that were preserved from Pre-War times. He also trained Jamison in defensive warfare based around traps, ambushes, and foresight, on the off-chance that the were discovered and attacked. While Jamison learned about energy weapons due to their effectiveness against machines, his favorite weapon was the double-barrel shotgun due to its explosive stopping power, and many of his tactical setups were designed to allow him the best chance to get close to an enemy before blowing them away with a close-range shot if the traps themselves didn't claim the attacker's lives first.
When Jamison was sixteen, however, the duel between Calvert and Desmond came to an end. While Jamison was never sure of the exact details, Calvert Mansion was destroyed, Calvert himself was killed, and Desmond was not seen again around Point Lookout. Shortly after he received the news that Calvert had been destroyed, Jamison began poking around the remains of Calvert's labs. Here, he found the master network of Point Lookout, and while it was mostly destroyed, he nevertheless began to play around with the machines and Pre-War treasures of the laboratory. One of his earliest pet projects was the reconstruction and programming of an Eyebot that he named EVA, and with her he was able to monitor Point Lookout remotely from the ruins of Calvert's headquarters; so long as he had a PC, he could use her to scout the area. He spent years tinkering with the destroyed robots and computers that Calvert had stored, and through them he became very familiar with the capabilities of AI's.
However, with the game no longer a factor, Jamison eventually began to grow bored of life in Point Lookout. Carson had disappeared shortly after Desmond had, and there was no one in the area that was his intellectual equal. The swampfolk left him alone, and while the tribals initially hailed Jamison as a prophet for his work around their "god's" sanctuary, he eventually grew tired of their psuedo-religious blather and began ignoring them altogether. By the time he was twenty-two, he had grown restless and eager for a change of scenery. Taking only EVA, his shotgun, and a few supplies from Calvert's labs with him, Jamison took a ferry to the Capital Wasteland to seek adventure. He landed in Rivet City and was met with a group of merchants called the Dustrunners that suggested he join them once he demonstrated his technological prowess, promising that he would be able to experience far more of the world than he ever could in Point Lookout. Jamison agreed, and for the past few months he has been steadily heading northwards into the Commonwealth, earning his keep on the road as a scout and salvager for the merchants.
xxxxxxINVENTORY
Weapons
Ranged: Laser Pistol, Double-Barrel Shotgun.
Melee: Combat Knife
Explosives: Frag Mines, 3.
Armour/Apparel
Armour: Leather Armor
Apparel: Roving Trader Outfit (minus the hat); Pre-War Parkstroller Outfit
Accessories: N/A
Miscellaneous
Chems: Stimpack, 3; Rad-away, 2.
Other Gear: Backpack, Mess Kit, Canteen, Basic toolkit, Compass, Map of the United States, Digital Wristwatch, Sleeping Pallet.
