Fandom Fallout : New York

[Midnight Paragon]

*In Woody voice*


There's a Snake in my box!

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

*Picks up the cobra* Hey, lil gu- *It bites him* AHHHH! AH AH AHHHHHH!!!

 

[VirtualUnity]

I was like "I know that face........ And then I see it says "METAL GEAR SOLID" In the corner. At that moment, I realized I pissed myself....
........


Yeah.

It took you near an hour to realize... Really?! xD

 

[Karcen]

NAME: Rosa Harmon


AGE: 230 or so


GENDER: female


FACTION: wastelander.


S.P.E.C.I.A.L STATS


strength:3


perception:3


endurance:3


charisma: 5


intelligence: 7


agility:3


luck: 4


HISTORY: Rosa was born the daughter of a US senator affording her privilege and the soft life even when she signed up for the military as even then the important people were given safe job while everyone else was sent to die. So she was left working at one of the military bases the speckle the country. Now why this matters at all is that this privilege would have saved her from her fate if not for bad luck.


She like many other ranking military and government officials ( she had managed to make major though little action of her own) were all part of the secret enclave project though she only knew that it was something like a safe bunker for them. She never made it to any Enclave base as when the bombs fell she was on board an evac vertabird but though luck or fate one of the nukes crashed a scant distance away, well scant for it miles for everything else, and the vertabrid crashed killing everyone except Rosa who at first thought the power armor she had taken , she thought it was that valuable that it might be needed in the bunkers, had saved her she soon discovered she had mutated her hair falling out her skin peeling away she was no longer human.


After nearly a year of depression Rosa eventually mostly got over it and after trying to find a few of the bases and failing she simply started to wander aimless. She soon started to work as a hired hand to keep herself feed and her armor nice and repaired, she even eventually painted it, however this affected her in a way she could never have expected.


Nearly 10 years ago she went on a small expedition in the capitol wasteland , she had wandered there to see if anything was left, she along with a small group of humans went to look for any supplies and one of them suggested some place called dunwich. After entering everything at first seemed fine but soon things started to go bad others reported seeing things and even Rosa started to hear voices. They stayed there nearly a day but by that time the humans had become ghouls and they had discovered some strange obelisk which seemed to speak to them. Rosa had just enough sense to run as fast as she could out of there but she still hears those infernal whispers.


She currently has resumed the hired gun line of work and tends to operate out of Black wood when she can otherwise she tends to wander having figured out ghouls as people like her are called don't exactly seem to die, as she meet one person who was 100 when the bombs fell and changed only to feel far healthier afterwards, so she may never die if she doesn't go mad first


PERSONALITY: Rosa is a seemingly laid back and friendly person always willing to take a job or charge into a fire fight for a handful of caps. She however wishes for something to work for and really pass her time instead of the short term jobs and friends she makes. She really just wants a good cause. She is very attached to her modified power armor as it not only protects her but protects other from her. Rosa prefers energy weapons but if ammo is scares she has no qualms about wading into melee and punching her enemies to death , with the help of her armor of course. She also loves nuka cola quantum and finds deathclaws cute she desires to have one as a pet.


PERSONAL WEAPON:

Spoiler

It has quite a few modifications after 200 years


Plasma defender.


APPEARANCE : First of all Rosa is a glowing one ghoul, though she is fairly well persevered for someone in her state. He nose is gone her hair is nothing but a few patchwork locks and in many places her skin has peeled away to reveal the glowing power inside her. He body is slightly on the thin side and her joints have lost more skin than various other parts of her body. He mouth eyes and nose hole consonantly glow making her face almost be a glowing skull, though in a bright day her features can be made out.


HEIGHT 5'7"


WEIGHT 115 lbs


HAIR COLOR used to be red still is but there is barely any left.


EYE COLOR used to be a light grey now they are so glowing they can barely be seen.

 

[VirtualUnity]

NAME: Rosa Harmon
AGE: 230 or so


GENDER: female


FACTION: wastelander.


S.P.E.C.I.A.L STATS


strength:3


perception:3


endurance:3


charisma: 5


intelligence: 7


agility:3


luck: 4


HISTORY: Rosa was born the daughter of a US senator affording her privilege and the soft life even when she signed up for the military as even then the important people were given safe job while everyone else was sent to die. So she was left working at one of the military bases the speckle the country. Now why this matters at all is that this privilege would have saved her from her fate if not for bad luck.


She like many other ranking military and government officials ( she had managed to make major though little action of her own) were all part of the secret enclave project though she only knew that it was something like a safe bunker for them. She never made it to any Enclave base as when the bombs fell she was on board an evac vertabird but though luck or fate one of the nukes crashed a scant distance away, well scant for it miles for everything else, and the vertabrid crashed killing everyone except Rosa who at first thought the power armor she had taken , she thought it was that valuable that it might be needed in the bunkers, had saved her she soon discovered she had mutated her hair falling out her skin peeling away she was no longer human.


After nearly a year of depression Rosa eventually mostly got over it and after trying to find a few of the bases and failing she simply started to wander aimless. She soon started to work as a hired hand to keep herself feed and her armor nice and repaired, she even eventually painted it, however this affected her in a way she could never have expected.


Nearly 10 years ago she went on a small expedition in the capitol wasteland , she had wandered there to see if anything was left, she along with a small group of humans went to look for any supplies and one of them suggested some place called dunwich. After entering everything at first seemed fine but soon things started to go bad others reported seeing things and even Rosa started to hear voices. They stayed there nearly a day but by that time the humans had become ghouls and they had discovered some strange obelisk which seemed to speak to them. Rosa had just enough sense to run as fast as she could out of there but she still hears those infernal whispers.


She currently has resumed the hired gun line of work and tends to operate out of Black wood when she can otherwise she tends to wander having figured out ghouls as people like her are called don't exactly seem to die, as she meet one person who was 100 when the bombs fell and changed only to feel far healthier afterwards, so she may never die if she doesn't go mad first


PERSONALITY: Rosa is a seemingly laid back and friendly person always willing to take a job or charge into a fire fight for a handful of caps. She however wishes for something to work for and really pass her time instead of the short term jobs and friends she makes. She really just wants a good cause. She is very attached to her modified power armor as it not only protects her but protects other from her. Rosa prefers energy weapons but if ammo is scares she has no qualms about wading into melee and punching her enemies to death , with the help of her armor of course. She also loves nuka cola quantum and finds deathclaws cute she desires to have one as a pet.


PERSONAL WEAPON:

Spoiler

It has quite a few modifications after 200 years


Plasma defender.


APPEARANCE : First of all Rosa is a glowing one ghoul, though she is fairly well persevered for someone in her state. He nose is gone her hair is nothing but a few patchwork locks and in many places her skin has peeled away to reveal the glowing power inside her. He body is slightly on the thin side and her joints have lost more skin than various other parts of her body. He mouth eyes and nose hole consonantly glow making her face almost be a glowing skull, though in a bright day her features can be made out.


HEIGHT 5'7"


WEIGHT 115 lbs


HAIR COLOR used to be red still is but there is barely any left.


EYE COLOR used to be a light grey now they are so glowing they can barely be seen.


(You have without a dought the stongest armor ever xD )

 

[Karcen]

its the paint job that makes it extra strong if it was red i could go faster

 

[Fendisteel]

Name


BoGash


Nickname (Optional)


N/A


Age


124


Gender:


Male


Faction


Masters Army (Formally)


Wastlenders (Current)


S.P.E.C.I.A.L (21 points to spend, each starts at 1)


strength: 9


perception:2


endurance:8


charisma: 2


intelligence: 5


agility:1


luck: 1


Bio (Optional)


A first generation super mutant that was a former member in the Master's army. He was put in command of a 10 mutant task force with the objective of finding subjects for "dipping". After the master's defeat by the Vault dweller, Bogash and his team was cut off from their Master's warming Influence and guidance; with no base to regroup at and with the Master's army in disarray, the small group began to panic and looked towards their team leader for the guidance the Master provided. There was only one option they had and that was simply to wander and look for other super mutants.


During this search his team was hunted by the Brotherhood and harassed by wastelanders, unable to ever set up camp with their trails being tracked, slowly their numbers withered away. They stayed and fought every time a group came after them, and they paid the price as their brothers get shot to death or their injured carried across the Deseret with nothing to treat the wounds. It was not until they were down to four did Bogash decide that they should stop fighting and actually tried reasoning with theses people, maybe stop being the brutes they think they are and try to be civil. Long story short it ended in disaster and only left Bogash standing. The team he was put in command of was wiped out..


Bogash traveled alone for years, avoiding humanity and learning to live as a nomad. Simply wanting a peaceful life now away from the hatred and intolerance of humans...Even though he understood why hes kind was hated, Years of the Master's influence being absent allowed BoGash to think for himself, and what he pondered on was the atrocities the Master was doing, and how he was blindly following those orders the entire time thinking it was all the right thing. He does not blame humanity for wanting him dead, he just wishes he could be taken into a settlement and live out the rest of his years as a farmer or something.


He got his wish when he came across a town called brokin hills, led by a fellow Super mutant that served in the Master's army. The Town was made up of Humans, ghouls and mutants, something BoGash though he would never witness...Seeing this as a sign that it is possible for Humans and mutants to get along and work together, he decided to settle down here and become a miner. However this lifestyle was short lived when the town fell to shit with paranoia and conspiracy theories coming from each of the groups...Was not long until violence broke out and peopel began leaving...So close to the life Bogash wanted.


After the Enclave's defeat in California he joined Marcus and his fellow mutants once more to travel deeper into Nevada to get away from the NCR, they founded Jacobstown in a surprisingly snowy mountain...Except there were no humans here just Super Mutants and Nightkin. It did not take Long for Bogash to get fed up with this, he was not gonna get settled and wait for the next group of humans to chase him and his people away, he was better off being nomadic and wandering at his own pace..So he did, with the NCR moving deeper into Nevada he figured it was best to keep moving East, keep moving until he found something better for him....


Personal Weapon


Assault Rifle


SledgeHammer


Appearance

 

[MEDUSA]

Name: Veronica


Nickname (Optional):Vero


Age: 81


Gender: Female


Faction: Vault Dweller


Strength- 1


Perception-1


Endurance- 1


Charisma- 8


Intelligence- 8


Agility- 1


Luck- 8


Bio: Vero was only 24 when the bombs fell. "I can remember everything. My boyfriend and I running to the vault when the sirens started. I remember the long lines of people, screaming, begging to be let in. We were cleared for entry, and like an idiot I looked back. I looked at those desperate faces, some resigned to their fate, others fighting for survival. Somehow, people broke through the barrier, and the guards opened fire. There was nothing but flashes of light, and blood everywhere. I still don't know who was better off; them, or us."


Vero witnessed the massacre of dozens of civilians after an attempted overthrow of a Vault-Tec vault entrance facility during the Great War. She is psychologically scarred and now avoids all violence whenever possible.


"After a few months in the vault, Tony started getting rashes all over his body. My hair fell out in clumps. So many of us became violently ill, throwing up and losing skin in patches. Many of us died in the first year. I didn't know if we were infected with some disease, but there were rumors in the vault that it was some kind of sick experiment, some bio-agent. If I knew what was happening, I would have killed myself right then and there."


Vero was in a vault that never sealed properly, leading to dangerous levels of radiation seeping into the living quarters. The results of the experiment were catastrophic. Only a quarter of the original population survived, and they became something far worse than they had imagined. The ghoulification process was only one of Vault-Tec's experimental studies.


" The disease drove some of us mad, like maybe their very souls were rotting away with their bodies. We cared for the sick as best we could, but nothing helped. Pretty soon there were only a few of us left who could still think. After a few decades, Tony's skin turned a strange green-yellow color, and he seemed to fluoresce. Good thing, too, the way the power started failing."


Vero escaped the vault with the other survivors, as well as a legion of over 50 feral ghouls that scattered off into the night.


Personality


Extremely sweet, loves to repair tech, people, and cook food! Real food from the good old day, like Cram and eggs, and blamco chili mac with extra hot peppers. Too bad there's nothing like that anymore... or is there? (no really I'm hungry af) Nice, able to talk her way out of any situation despite being a ghoul.


Personal Weapon


Vero does not enjoy combat, and as such is completely useless with a weapon. However, she has a ridiculous number of tech abilities including the knowledge to hotwire and operate Protectrons, Robobrains, and many other pieces of wasteland and Pre-war tech.


Appearance

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Name: Veronica
Nickname (Optional):Vero


Age: 81


Gender: Female


Faction: Vault Dweller


Strength- 1


Perception-1


Endurance- 1


Charisma- 8


Intelligence- 8


Agility- 1


Luck- 1


Bio: Vero was only 24 when the bombs fell. "I can remember everything. My boyfriend and I running to the vault when the sirens started. I remember the long lines of people, screaming, begging to be let in. We were cleared for entry, and like an idiot I looked back. I looked at those desperate faces, some resigned to their fate, others fighting for survival. Somehow, people broke through the barrier, and the guards opened fire. There was nothing but flashes of light, and blood everywhere. I still don't know who was better off; them, or us."


Vero witnessed the massacre of dozens of civilians after an attempted overthrow of a Vault-Tec vault entrance facility during the Great War. She is psychologically scarred and now avoids all violence whenever possible.


"After a few months in the vault, Tony started getting rashes all over his body. My hair fell out in clumps. So many of us became violently ill, throwing up and losing skin in patches. Many of us died in the first year. I didn't know if we were infected with some disease, but there were rumors in the vault that it was some kind of sick experiment, some bio-agent. If I knew what was happening, I would have killed myself right then and there."


Vero was in a vault that never sealed properly, leading to dangerous levels of radiation seeping into the living quarters. The results of the experiment were catastrophic. Only a quarter of the original population survived, and they became something far worse than they had imagined. The ghoulification process was only one of Vault-Tec's experimental studies.


" The disease drove some of us mad, like maybe their very souls were rotting away with their bodies. We cared for the sick as best we could, but nothing helped. Pretty soon there were only a few of us left who could still think. After a few decades, Tony's skin turned a strange green-yellow color, and he seemed to fluoresce. Good thing, too, the way the power started failing."


Vero escaped the vault with the other survivors, as well as a legion of over 50 feral ghouls that scattered off into the night.


Personality


Extremely sweet, loves to repair tech, people, and cook food! Real food from the good old day, like Cram and eggs, and blamco chili mac with extra hot peppers. Too bad there's nothing like that anymore... or is there? (no really I'm hungry af) Nice, able to talk her way out of any situation despite being a ghoul.


Personal Weapon


Vero does not enjoy combat, and as such is completely useless with a weapon. However, she has a ridiculous number of tech abilities including the knowledge to hotwire and operate Protectrons, Robobrains, and many other pieces of wasteland and Pre-war tech.


Appearance

Accepted, and also, nice grammar skills. Like, seriously, I applaud your grammar.


Side note: Dude.... You only used 14 S.P.E.C.I.A.L Points......

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

NAME: Rosa Harmon
AGE: 230 or so


GENDER: female


FACTION: wastelander.


S.P.E.C.I.A.L STATS


strength:3


perception:3


endurance:3


charisma: 5


intelligence: 7


agility:3


luck: 4


HISTORY: Rosa was born the daughter of a US senator affording her privilege and the soft life even when she signed up for the military as even then the important people were given safe job while everyone else was sent to die. So she was left working at one of the military bases the speckle the country. Now why this matters at all is that this privilege would have saved her from her fate if not for bad luck.


She like many other ranking military and government officials ( she had managed to make major though little action of her own) were all part of the secret enclave project though she only knew that it was something like a safe bunker for them. She never made it to any Enclave base as when the bombs fell she was on board an evac vertabird but though luck or fate one of the nukes crashed a scant distance away, well scant for it miles for everything else, and the vertabrid crashed killing everyone except Rosa who at first thought the power armor she had taken , she thought it was that valuable that it might be needed in the bunkers, had saved her she soon discovered she had mutated her hair falling out her skin peeling away she was no longer human.


After nearly a year of depression Rosa eventually mostly got over it and after trying to find a few of the bases and failing she simply started to wander aimless. She soon started to work as a hired hand to keep herself feed and her armor nice and repaired, she even eventually painted it, however this affected her in a way she could never have expected.


Nearly 10 years ago she went on a small expedition in the capitol wasteland , she had wandered there to see if anything was left, she along with a small group of humans went to look for any supplies and one of them suggested some place called dunwich. After entering everything at first seemed fine but soon things started to go bad others reported seeing things and even Rosa started to hear voices. They stayed there nearly a day but by that time the humans had become ghouls and they had discovered some strange obelisk which seemed to speak to them. Rosa had just enough sense to run as fast as she could out of there but she still hears those infernal whispers.


She currently has resumed the hired gun line of work and tends to operate out of Black wood when she can otherwise she tends to wander having figured out ghouls as people like her are called don't exactly seem to die, as she meet one person who was 100 when the bombs fell and changed only to feel far healthier afterwards, so she may never die if she doesn't go mad first


PERSONALITY: Rosa is a seemingly laid back and friendly person always willing to take a job or charge into a fire fight for a handful of caps. She however wishes for something to work for and really pass her time instead of the short term jobs and friends she makes. She really just wants a good cause. She is very attached to her modified power armor as it not only protects her but protects other from her. Rosa prefers energy weapons but if ammo is scares she has no qualms about wading into melee and punching her enemies to death , with the help of her armor of course. She also loves nuka cola quantum and finds deathclaws cute she desires to have one as a pet.


PERSONAL WEAPON:

Spoiler

It has quite a few modifications after 200 years


Plasma defender.


APPEARANCE : First of all Rosa is a glowing one ghoul, though she is fairly well persevered for someone in her state. He nose is gone her hair is nothing but a few patchwork locks and in many places her skin has peeled away to reveal the glowing power inside her. He body is slightly on the thin side and her joints have lost more skin than various other parts of her body. He mouth eyes and nose hole consonantly glow making her face almost be a glowing skull, though in a bright day her features can be made out.


HEIGHT 5'7"


WEIGHT 115 lbs


HAIR COLOR used to be red still is but there is barely any left.


EYE COLOR used to be a light grey now they are so glowing they can barely be seen.


Accepted. You used 23 S.P.E.C.I.A.L Points, but I'll let it slide.

 

[MEDUSA]

Accepted, and also, nice grammar skills. Like, seriously, I applaud your grammar.
Side note: Dude.... You only used 14 S.P.E.C.I.A.L Points......

URK! Luck was supposed to be a 7!

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

URK! Luck was supposed to be a 7!

That's 20. You've got 1 more. You don't have to, though.

 

[MEDUSA]

That's 20. You've got 1 more. You don't have to, though.

I meant a +7 from base. See, it's got seven added to it. DON'T CRITICIZE MY MATH!!

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

I meant a +7 from base. See, it's got seven added to it. DON'T CRITICIZE MY MATH!!

Sorry, you didn't specify! >-<

 

[pridedzoey]

Name- Lindsay Letourneau


Nickname- a bunch of people call her "junkie"... But they don't live long after that. She lives with " Linda " or "Letter"


Age- 23


Gender- female


Faction- ex raider, currently wasteland drifter.


Special-


"Strength- 6


Perception- 4


Endurance-7


Charisma- 1


Intelligence- 3


Agility- 4


Luck- 3


Bio- to be revealed in rp (totally not an excuse for me not having one yet)


Personality- She's very up front when talking to people, and often comes off as rude. She enjoys her chems, psycho being one of her more favorites, but she'll try whatever to pass the time. She's not all " getting high and shooting people " all the time, just most of the time. She does show remorse for some of her actions when her mind is more clouded.... But she mostly drowns them out with more chems.


Personal weapons- a double barrel shotgun with a blade attachment, and a 10mm pistol with an improved sight.


Appearance-

(Totally did not hit send too early by mistake... Tooootally didn't)

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Name- Lindsay Letourneau
Nickname- a bunch of people call her "junkie"... But they don't live long after that. She lives with " Linda " or "Letter"


Age- 23


Gender- female


Faction- ex raider, currently wasteland drifter.


Special-


"Strength- 6


Perception- 4


Endurance-7


Charisma- 1


Intelligence- 3


Agility- 4


Luck- 3


Bio- to be revealed in rp (totally not an excuse for me not having one yet)


Personality- She's very up front when talking to people, and often comes off as rude. She enjoys her chems, psycho being one of her more favorites, but she'll try whatsv

Appearance?

 

[pridedzoey]

Appearance?

Shhhh i fixed it... Nothing happened

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Shhhh i fixed it... Nothing happened

I like your personality. Accepted.

 

[jole875]

Name


William Joseph Thatcher
​

Nickname


Greyhound

Age


63

Gender


Male

Faction


Enclave Remnant


(They're a few of these old dogs that're still kickin)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L


Strength 7


Perception 2


Endurance 1


Charisma 3


Intelligence 6


Agility 1


Luck 1

Bio


William is one of those guys you come across every once and a while, and in all seriousness, shouldn't fuck with. When the oil rig was destroyed by a tribal, William was on a mission on the mainland. What the mission was you ask, well he was trying to establish an outpost so that the Enclave could expand into the mainland. That tribal killed thousands of people women, children, the elderly, and even his dear president. The person that people called a hero had murdered the innocent and for what? When he heard the news that the enclave had a new president he rushed to the capital wasteland, he arrived right in the middle of a major battle. (Not the one with Liberty Prime) It didn't take long for William to get involved and at the least we can say he mowed down some unpatriotic traitors. He was there that fateful day, the day that the big metal beast came marching to the water purification plant. He even caught a glimpse of the lone wanderer, or he thinks he did. He watched in horror as it killed dozens of his brothers, a slaughter and for what? William was there when Liberty Prime was finally destroyed, the battle of Rockland. After retreating further north he went under a fake name and became a kennel owner, though in secrecy he still served the Enclave. Through his travels in New York he has tried his best to grow support for the Enclave Remnant.

Personality


William is a very rough and tough old man. He seems nice enough, often helping people he meets on the road but he always seems to be hiding something which he is. Under all his laid back attitude and careless lifestyle he is a very patriotic man, his love for America isn't something that a person can sway.

Personal Weapon


Plasma Rifle

Appearance

William may not look it but he's a stout old man and one tough son of a bitch. He has several Enclave tattoos on his arms and chest but on his back is a full Enclave Flag. By his side are two middle aged boxer dogs, both males. One brown one white, the brown is named Abraham while the white one is named George.

He also has an old set of X-01 Power Armor hidden away in the secret basement of his home.

(Ill correct anything you need me to)​

 

[VirtualUnity]

Name


William Joseph Thatcher
​

Nickname


Greyhound

Age


63

Gender


Male

Faction


Enclave Remnant


(They're a few of these old dogs that're still kickin)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L


Strength 7


Perception 2


Endurance 1


Charisma 3


Intelligence 6


Agility 1


Luck 1

Bio


William is one of those guys you come across every once and a while, and in all seriousness, shouldn't fuck with. When the oil rig was destroyed by a tribal, William was on a mission on the mainland. What the mission was you ask, well he was trying to establish an outpost so that the Enclave could expand into the mainland. That tribal killed thousands of people women, children, the elderly, and even his dear president. The person that people called a hero had murdered the innocent and for what? When he heard the news that the enclave had a new president he rushed to the capital wasteland, he arrived right in the middle of a major battle. (Not the one with Liberty Prime) It didn't take long for William to get involved and at the least we can say he mowed down some unpatriotic traitors. He was there that fateful day, the day that the big metal beast came marching to the water purification plant. He even caught a glimpse of the lone wanderer, or he thinks he did. He watched in horror as it killed dozens of his brothers, a slaughter and for what? William was there when Liberty Prime was finally destroyed, the battle of Rockland. After retreating further north he went under a fake name and became a kennel owner, though in secrecy he still served the Enclave. Through his travels in New York he has tried his best to grow support for the Enclave Remnant.

Personality


William is a very rough and tough old man. He seems nice enough, often helping people he meets on the road but he always seems to be hiding something which he is. Under all his laid back attitude and careless lifestyle he is a very patriotic man, his love for America isn't something that a person can sway.

Personal Weapon


Plasma Rifle

Appearance

William may not look it but he's a stout old man and one tough son of a bitch. He has several Enclave tattoos on his arms and chest but on his back is a full Enclave Flag. By his side are two middle aged boxer dogs, both males. One brown one white, the brown is named Abraham while the white one is named George.

He also has an old set of X-01 Power Armor hidden away in a secret basement of his home.

(Ill correct anything you need me to)​

William won't get along with Nathan and vice versa cause you know BoS hates the Enclave and well vice versa

 

[jole875]

That's exactly why I made him


@VirtualNotoriety

 

[VirtualUnity]

As My characters main enemy


@jole875

 

[Slim Intoxicado]

Name


William Joseph Thatcher
​

Nickname


Greyhound

Age


63

Gender


Male

Faction


Enclave Remnant


(They're a few of these old dogs that're still kickin)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L


Strength 7


Perception 2


Endurance 1


Charisma 3


Intelligence 6


Agility 1


Luck 1

Bio


William is one of those guys you come across every once and a while, and in all seriousness, shouldn't fuck with. When the oil rig was destroyed by a tribal, William was on a mission on the mainland. What the mission was you ask, well he was trying to establish an outpost so that the Enclave could expand into the mainland. That tribal killed thousands of people women, children, the elderly, and even his dear president. The person that people called a hero had murdered the innocent and for what? When he heard the news that the enclave had a new president he rushed to the capital wasteland, he arrived right in the middle of a major battle. (Not the one with Liberty Prime) It didn't take long for William to get involved and at the least we can say he mowed down some unpatriotic traitors. He was there that fateful day, the day that the big metal beast came marching to the water purification plant. He even caught a glimpse of the lone wanderer, or he thinks he did. He watched in horror as it killed dozens of his brothers, a slaughter and for what? William was there when Liberty Prime was finally destroyed, the battle of Rockland. After retreating further north he went under a fake name and became a kennel owner, though in secrecy he still served the Enclave. Through his travels in New York he has tried his best to grow support for the Enclave Remnant.

Personality


William is a very rough and tough old man. He seems nice enough, often helping people he meets on the road but he always seems to be hiding something which he is. Under all his laid back attitude and careless lifestyle he is a very patriotic man, his love for America isn't something that a person can sway.

Personal Weapon


Plasma Rifle

Appearance

William may not look it but he's a stout old man and one tough son of a bitch. He has several Enclave tattoos on his arms and chest but on his back is a full Enclave Flag. By his side are two middle aged boxer dogs, both males. One brown one white, the brown is named Abraham while the white one is named George.

He also has an old set of X-01 Power Armor hidden away in a secret basement of his home.

(Ill correct anything you need me to)​

Accepted. No killing eachother without the other's permission.