Fandom Fallout: Rise of the Eagle CS

[jole875]

(Appearance)

Name

Age

Gender

Height

Weight

Eye Color

Piercings/Tattoos

Job/Occupational Skill

Personality
(Give me a brief summary)

Supplies/Equipment

SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S
P
E
C
I
A
L

Skills
(You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.)

Perks
(You get two perks)​

Fears

Likes

Dislikes

Background

Theme

Extra
If you want to put anything else down that's fine. But keep in mind that I don't require you to state what factions you fight for, hate, trade with, or spy on. I do advocate that you do though, so I as a game master can see who is who​

 

[mrmeme]

get fucking scammed idiot

 

[Blasing]

Name
Brandon Clark

Age
19

Gender
Male

Height
6'0

Weight
200.Ib

Eye Color
Brown

Piercings/Tattoos
N/A

Job/Occupational Skill
Vault Dweller (Formerly), Prospector

Personality
Somewhat extroverted, but with no filter, isn't fearful of reprocussions due to his actions or words, rather charismatic and witty, He is able to talk himself out of most fights before they even erupt

Fears
Wasteland creatures

Likes
Traveling, companionship

Dislikes
Fiends and other raider groups, Asians (bonus points for Chinese)

Background
Brandon Clark was born in Vault 3. From a young age, he was an avid studier of pre-war texts and literature, especially that of which revolved around patriotic, anti-Chinese, anti-communist propaganda. This influenced him later in life, as he would grow to hate anything considered (by the books, posters, and documents he read) "un-American," especially anything relating to Asian, Chinese, or Communist culture. He was found to be a great speaker in his early years, even going as far as to attempt to start a debate team in his last years in the vault school system. Brandon had an incredibly rocky relationship with his parents and sibling, as his parents always held his brother above Brandon in most all situations. This relationship with his parents eventually lead to Brandon accepting a dare to leave the vault for two months. Brandon spent those two months wandering the wastes. When his two months were up, he began on their trek back, only to later hear on the radio that his vault has been overran by Fiends. With a new kindled hate for all things raider, as well as with nowhere to go, Clark roamed the wastes, until he eventually came across a small town by the name of Goodsprings. He now resides there, prospecting for anything of value in order to make his way.

Extras
Raised and educated on Pre-War American Propaganda, so Enclave looks favorable in his eyes, as well as has a strong dislike for anything asian, socialist/communist, and anything considered "un-American," wandering the Wastes have toned this propaganda spirit down from what it was, but he is still highly impressionable by anyone that is for the American way of life, or that shows incredible patriotism.

Supplies/Equipment
x1 Baseball bat, x4 Stimpaks, x1 Reinforced Vault 3 jumpsuit, x1 pair of glasses, x2 igunana on a stick, x2 dirty water, Pipboy 3000

Strength
8

Perception
1

Endurance
6

Charisma
7

Intelligence
4

Agility
5

Luck
4

Skills
Speech and Melee Weapons

Perks
Stonewall, Sneering Imperialist

Theme
Big Iron - Marty Robbins​

 

[Baybell]

AIBA appears to be an old Protectron with visible dents and scratches in the lower parts of its legs, its chest, and forearms. The US Army-schemed paint job has its wearing down, patches of it missing, exposing the partially rusted and scratched metals beneath.

Name
"AIBA"
Artificial Intelligence and Behavior Adaptor

Age
214 Years

Gender
N/A
Height
5'3"
Weight
480lbs

Sensor Color
Yellow

Piercings/Tattoos
N/A

Job/Occupational Skill
Personal Intelligence Adapting

Personality
AIBA's personality seems aggressive, hateful, almost downright hostile, bitterness obviously projected outwards.

Supplies/Equipment
2x Standard Protectron Laser Arms

SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S-5
P-5
E-7
C-2
I-10
A-2
L-4

Skills
Science, Repair and Energy Weapons

Perks
Solar Powered and Toughness

Fears
Systematic Failure

Likes
Adapting one's intelligence.

Dislikes
Anything capable of destroying one's self.

Background
AIBA had been the prototype of a self-improving Artificial Intelligence, one without the requirement of an organic processor such as the Robobrain, and one that could be mass produced commercially and militaristically without the requirement of the human brain. The project was unable to become widespread, as the Great War took place only years after the Protectron and its artificial intelligence had been created, leaving it to eventually have to fend and adapt for itself in the remains of the outpost it had been located within at the time.

Theme


Extra
Due to AIBA's isolated location, its knowledge of the factions present within the Mojave is extremely limited- making it an easy target for conversion, or for trickery.​

 

[not chevy]

(Appearance)
plain supermutant clothes
Name
brick
Age
200
Gender
n/a
Height
10.4 feet tall
Weight
800
Eye Color
gray
Piercings/Tattoos
none
Job/Occupational Skill
super mutant
Personality
(Give me a brief summary)
My be dumb as a box of rocks but understands friendship and will at first try to make friends ,but if shot brick loses his cools and goes on a rampage.
Supplies/Equipment
A spiked stop sign,x5 Stimpaks,x3 igunana on a stick, 3x dirty water
SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S-10
P-6
E-7
C-2
I-1
A-4
L-5

Skills
(You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.)
Survival ,Melee Weapons
Perks
(You get two perks)
Tough Guy,Big Leagues

Fears
becoming a ghoul and lazers
Likes
companionship and fighting
Dislikes
being shot at and ghouls
Background
A mutant who was very bright before he got shot in the head. When he woke up from his head wound he saw a human doctor treating him,and since then he learned that friendship can make a change.
Theme

if want to chat about anything dm me

 

[Jotato]

Name
Clark Duncan

Raider Name
Fish Claw

Age
32

Gender
Male

Height
5"9'

Weight
210

Eye Color
Blueish Green

Tattoo
N/a

Job
Detective

Personality
Clark is best described as reserved and taking a serious business approach to his current position. Back in his raiding days he was much more of a carefree soul not giving much thought to his actions.

Supplies/Equipment
1x Tan Suit
4x Stimpaks
1x 45 Auto Pistol
40x 45 Auto ammo
1x Psycho

SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S 3
P 9
E 3
C 6
I 4
A 4
L 6

Skills
Speech

Perks
Cannibal
Terrifying Presence

Fears
Getting pickpocketed, piranhas, super mutants, gambling and losing.

Likes
Psycho, American Propaganda, Saving Caps, Human Steak.

Dislikes
Robots, Ghouls, Laser Weapons, Jet

Background
Clark, originally a miscreant scrounging for caps in Novac he had grown tired of being treated like trash gathered a group of weak minded unintelligent beggars to join up with him into a raider group known as the "Thorns". After years of successful raiding and pillaging and gaining the name Fish Claw from someone giving him an irradiated fish tooth his gang was killed off due to there being a rift in the hierarchy not seeing eye to eye eventually leading up to having a small civil war. Clark was getting a harsh reality check that his raiding days were over. Clark had cleaned himself up and used his remaining caps to buy a cheap suit and a spot for a small office building in the New Vegas strip. He's been spending his retirement as a private investigator for the public, or any organization willing to shell out the caps.

Theme
Dean Martin - "Ain't That a Kick in the Head"

Extra
Clark generally likes to listen to the radio in his office and will generally tune out most of his client's case and hear just enough to get by. Clark also hears alot of the Brotherhood of Steel's power armor and thinks it'd make a great addition to his office as a conversation piece. Clark loves to read about pre-war America in damaged books and constantly wishes he could live in such a great place instead of a wasteland.​

 

[TheUnnamedOutcast]

(Appearance)

Weathered Hazmat Mask. Tuxedo.

Name
Johnathan Smith

Age
35

Gender
Male

Height
6'5

Weight
200lbs

Eye Color
Blue

Piercings/Tattoos
A heart with the word "Betsy" written inside on his left arm

Job/Occupational Skill
Doctor/Gun For hire

Personality
Not the most sociable person. Heavy drinker. Prefers animals over people.

Supplies/Equipment
Hazmat Mask (Provides Night vision) as well a moderate amount of radiation resistance
Armored Tuxedo (moderate armor plating around the chest and other vital areas, significantly less armor on the arms, legs, and other nonvital areas.
12G Hunting shotgun heavily modified (Choke, long barrel, custom stock engraved with the name "Betsy")
Around 100 12g Slugs
2 Bottles of beer.
8 stimpacks
3 Med-X
5 doses of rad-away
Pip-Boy
Small amount of medical tools and equipment (Couple of Doctor's Bags)

SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S 6
P 5
E 7
C 1
I 6
A 5
L 5

Skills
(You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.)
Guns
Medicine

Perks
Shotgun Surgeon (Makes the shotgun essentially tear through armor) Animal Friend (Animals are no longer attack unprovoked and will help you in combat)

Fears
Nightkin

Likes
Animals, Solidarity, His Shotgun

Dislikes
Novac​

Background​

Anti-natalist doctor that religiously adheres to the Hippocratic oath. He sees himself as slightly above normal humans and envies them for being somewhat close to true happiness. He sees killing people as a medical procedure to minimize their pain (because they must be truly miserable if they decide to attack him). He sees weapons as tools and nothing more. He wears the gas mask to dehumanize himself without real success. When being asked about "Betsy" he simply ignores the question. He enjoys himself around cute animals for some reason, although "cute" is relative.

Theme

Only picked this cause the name seemed appropriate
Extra
Not the biggest fan of the NCR, but wouldn't be opposed to working with them if the pay was good enough.
Tends to keep to himself
Can craft medical supplies with access to the proper equipment​

​

 

[Redbeard]

(Appearance)

Name Ragnar Redbeard

Age 40

Gender Male

Height 6'5

Weight 230

Eye Color Blue

Piercings/Tattoos None

Job/Occupational Skill Freelancer

Personality
Naiv , strong willed, stubborn and prefers adrenaline filled lifestyle.

Supplies/Equipment
Explorer's gear, a shishkebab 3 stimpaks food rations for 3 days, silenced .22 pistol with 20 rounds of .22LR ammunition

SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S 10
P 3
E 10
C 3
I 3
A 3
L 3

Skills
Survival, melee weapons and medicine.

Perks
Stonewall +5 DT against melee and unarmed attacks and cannot be knocked down during combat. Toughness ( +3 DT permanently )

Fears
Loud noises and beautiful women.

Likes
Trust, respect , honor, violence, good food and cooking food.

Dislikes
Lying, boasting, unneeded killing and drug addicts

Background
Comes from outskirts, to travel, explore the lands and nature. Experience the wildlife and different people. Came to this place after knowing there was a place which was going well and filled with new hope and people. Ragnar Redbeard was a adrenaline junkie, chased dangerous situations until one point he almost lost his life and after that he decided to let the outcomes come to him instead where he can be prepared at all times. Finally coming close to a place called new vegas he knew he would find his new place here for adventure.

Theme


Extra
Anyone who shows good promise and favor will earn Ragnar Redbeards loyalty.

 

[Stolenskull]

(Appearance)

Name: Clave Kimchi

Age 26

Gender Male

Height 6ft 0 in

Weight 215 lb

Eye Color brown

Piercings/Tattoos Superman Tattoo on hand

Job/Occupational Skill: Boomer, Dog Trainer

Personality
(Give me a brief summary)
Buff, likes dogs, does not like it when other people don't train dogs. loves animals

Supplies/Equipment
legion repainted to a dark purple, respirator and goggles, cargo pants, 3 homemade smoke grenades, 3 tomahawks, , 45. pistol with 14 bullets, 3 stimpacks, 2 extra chain leashes and 2 collars.
(You get 35 points)
S:6
P:3
E:7
C:5
I:4
A:7
L:3

Skills
(You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.)
Large: Throwing
Perks
(You get two perks)
Animal Handeling, Heave Ho!

Fears
Police, Prison,
Likes
Dogs, Sports, Dogs
Dislikes
Cowboys, Cats
Background:
Clive was born in Westside, the second of four children to two radiers, Brenda Kimchi, and Micheal Boddie. After his birth, his parents quit being raiders and got jobs salvaging scrap around New Vegas. When Clive was 5 years old, his parents where forced to become raiders again due to being fired from their job. With the change of life of his parents, they started abusing drugs more and more. After a few months, Clive's older brother, now 14 couldn't take it anymore. He took his younger siblings and they left westside looking for refuge. They where not ready for the dangers outside in the wastes though. The first day they did not have too many problems, but later that night they struggled to find a place to sleep. By the midnight they settled for sleeping outside in a tent that they brought with them. Later that night Clive woke up to see the corpses of his siblings strewn around on the floor, a large golden gecko tearing away at his younger brother's chest. Clive turned around to run, when a tall dark skinned stranger, wielding a revolver shot the golden gecko straight through the head. Clive looked down and saw a large claw mark from where the golden gecko clawed him, he immediately passed out. When he woke up he was in the boomer camp. ever since he was living there he has always been more interested in interacting with the wildlife around the afb instead of learning much about munitions. He was always content with throwing a grenade, and not knowing how it worked.
Theme

Extra:
has an attack dog he keeps on a chain leash

 

[Aka]

Very short and heavy man, extremely attractive, and looks very friendly.

Name: Pedro Lansberry

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Height 4'11

Weight: 280 pounds

Eye Color: Black

Piercings/Tattoos: Has a tramp stamp

Job/Occupational Skill: Gambling

Personality: Pedro Lansberry is a born leader, with extra-ordinary drive and determination. He demands freedom of thought and action, and does not let anything or anyone stand in his way once he is committed to his goal. Exceptionally creative and original, Pedro possesses a touch of the unusual. His approach to problems is unique and he has the courage to wander from the traditional templates of thoughts and deeds.

Supplies/Equipment Mesmetron(Modified to a Microfusion breeder), Recharger Pistol, Switchblade, Binoculars, Trench coat, Tuxedo, Stimpack X5

SPECIAL

S: 2
P: 6
E: 1
C: 10
I: 5
A: 1
L: 9

Skills:
Large Skill: Speech
Perks:
Terrifying Presence
Animal Friend

Fears: Women,Commitment

Likes: Men, Tourture

Dislikes: Ghouls

Theme:

 

[Terbish01]

(Appearance)
A mongolian ghoul who always seems to be out of place, he has a slight stubble of a beard and patched black hair
Name
Terbish Medekgüi

Age
224
Gender
Male
Height
6’0
Weight
185
Eye Color
Green
Piercings/Tattoos
NO
Job/Occupational Skill
Traveling Mercenary
Personality
(A super optimist with very questionable methods of perusal of the world, his english isn't too good but he tries.)

Supplies/Equipment
Morin Khuur (mongolian string instrument)
30 ft Rope
Mini Nuke
Blue jeans, White t-shirt, Grey hoodie, hiking boots
2 stimpacks
1 radaway
Mongolian Saber (Chinese officer's sword)
12.7mm pistol with 21 bullets
SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
Strength
5
Perception
3
Endurance
5
Charisma
1
Intelligence
6
Agility
5
Luck
10

Skills
Science, Melee Weapons, Sneak
Perks
Travel light, Ninja


Fears
Communist takeover
Likes
Mongolia, America, Ghouls, Super mutants, Robots, Friendly people, Animals
Dislikes
Communists, Mean people, Irradiated beasts, CHINA
Background

Theme

(Mongolian Throat Singing-Batzorig Vaanchig)
Extra
Terbish is a Mongolian immigrant who traveled to america shortly before the war. After the annexation of Mongolia he felt unwelcome under communist rule and decided to flee the country. When he arrived in america his aspirations sent him to Las Vegas in an attempt to get rich quick but was caught in the fallout. For a long time he lived alone in the outside of vault 34, until the boomers came out allowed him to join their ranks. Now he lives in their socitey attempting to keep his dream of riches and fun on the rise.

 

[Sir Will Swag]

Adam Klein

67

Male?

5.11

120 LBS

Grey

None

Scientist

Personality
Money Oriented, Skilled with all weapons,

Supplies/Equipment
Custom Laser Rifle (Beam Focuser, Scope), Gold Rimmed Glasses, Lab coat, Reloading bench, a wrist mounted computer (Pipboy)
SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S-4
P-1
E-4
C-4
I-10
A-6
L-6

Skills

Science, Repair

Perks
(You get two perks)
Robotics Expert, Animal Friend

Fears
Carrots, Being found by the NCR

Likes
Warmth, Dogs, Revenge

Dislikes
Degenerates, The NCR

Background
Former Enclave Scientist who fled to Nevada after the destruction of the Enclave in the west. He worked with the Enclave to train and experiment on their Captured deathclaws, as well as Robotic maintenance. He now resides in Novac where he continues his experiments in solitude with some salvaged tech he was able to smuggle out of the Rig.

Theme


Extra
Skilled in the manufacturing of Ammunition and Fusion Cells.

 

[LazzyGecko]

Name
Rose Millard

Age 24

Gender
Female

Height
5'6

Weight
150 Lbs

Eye Color
Hazel

Piercings/Tattoos
A tattoo of a rose with a chain on her shoulder

Job/Occupational
Skill Travelling Doctor and Scientist

Personality
Understanding, but will tolerate no shit. She loves dogs.

Supplies/Equipment
Stimpacks, Medical Braces, Med-X, Purified Water, Ripper, Pip-Boy.

SPECIAL
S 3
P 4
E 7
C 3
I 8
A 7
L 3

Skills
Medicine and Science

Perks
Animal Friend Ferocious Loyalty​

Fears
Radscorpions, Messing up on a patient

Likes
Dogs, Snack Cakes, Music

Dislikes
Nuka-Cola, Birds, Milk, Addicts

Background
Daughter of an Ex-Enclave scientist and a Trader, she has spent a good majority of her life travelling. She met her dog when she was ten but it was killed by a raider. Her father taught her everything she knows. She has been travelling freely since she was twenty, helping people was her only goal until she discovered that trading was something she was good at. She also trades her services food goods.

Theme
I don't have anything in mind.

Extra
Got her pip-boy from a patient that died on her. She mostly trades with and helps people she deems "good", but occasionally trades with raiders and people she doesn't like.
​

 

[Brightside]

Pale, Ghoul-like skin. Gravelly voice.
Name: "Brightside"
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 175
Eye Color: Grey
Piercings/Tattoos: none
Job/Occupational Skill: Mercenary
Personality: Generally hard-spoken, solves everything to help out his teammates.
Supplies/Equipment:
Stimpak (3)
40 10mm Rounds
Sleepytime (GRA)
Merc Charmer Outfit
Pip-Boy 2000 (Fallout 1)
SPECIAL
S 4
P 4
E 6
C 5
I 6
A 7
L 3
Skills: Speech, Sneak, Lockpick
Perks: Nerves of Steel, Silent running
Fears: Exposure, Power Armored personnel
Likes: Silence, Dark places, Insightful thought
Dislikes: Loud noises, pretentious attitudes
Background: A hired gun with a mission, disconnected from his target's location. He searches seamlessly for him.
Theme:
Extra: he's a ghoul.

 

[Krypton]

White, long-ish hair, medium makeshift armor

Name
Peter Landwalker

Age
26

Gender
Male

Height
186cm

Weight
75kg

Eye Color
Brown

Piercings/Tattoos
Round earring in left ear

Job/Occupational Skill
None/Adventurer, former caravan guard

Personality
Prefers to talk through conflicts, well spoken, fun to be around, but becomes annoying after some time

Supplies/Equipment
"Borrowed" Ranger Sequoia, hunting rifle. Food and water for few days if managed correctly, two stimpaks, vault 13 canteen

SPECIAL
S - 4
P - 6
E - 3
C - 7
I - 7
A - 6
L - 2

Skills
Speech
Guns

Perks
The Professional
Cowboy

Fears
Dropping soap in prison

Likes
Adrenaline, guns, dogs

Dislikes
Communists, raiders, grenades

Background
Born in a small trading town in Oregon having his parents working for the Caravan, he became a caravan guard himself. Few years of non-stop killing raiders made him an adrenaline addict. He quickly found the job boring and made his way south east, to the city of non-stop fun - Las Vegas.

Theme
​

 

[jole875]

​

Name
Paul James Richardson

Age
Thirty Five

Gender
Male

Height
6'0

Weight
175 lbs

Eye Color
Dark Blue

Job/Occupational Skill
Enclave Officer / Robot Programmer and Computer Technician

Personality
Paul has a taste for the finer things in life. Video games, Nuka Cola, personalized robots, and Brahmin steak, as fine as it gets for the Enclave military. He as a slight case of OCD and tends to dislike when things fuck up with out reason, and by dislike I mean he flips his shit. When he was first granted his rank and position he kept his anti-social tendencies for a time, until he began to become comfortable in his place. Five years after being promoted to Major and dozens of speech and history classes later he is a force to be reckoned with. Whether you dare pose a challenge to his strategic might or try to beat him at Grognak and the Ruby Ruins, you may or may not be facing a giant in disguise. More often than not his teenage attitude towards those under him is a guise to hide his strategies to keep them in line. He has a tendency to be playful and cheery when in groups larger than seven.

Supplies/Equipment
Nuka Cola x1, 9mm Pistol, Officer's Uniform, prescription glasses, three blue pens, 1 set of X-02 Power Armor located in his office/quarters.

(There is more shit at the outpost but it doesn't really fucking matter because it will most likely not come into wide spread use.)

SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S: 3
P: 6
E: 3
C: 9
I: 10
A: 3
L: 1

Skills
Medium: Science and Speech

Perks
Robotics Expert and Explorer

Fears
Being backed into a corner, breaking a CPU, fucking up a line of code in a robot, being unarmed around any NCR, large crowds of people staring at him, being watched while he is working.

Likes
Robots, Grognak comic books, Nuka Cola, organizing patrols, blonde women

Dislikes
The Chinese, losing his pens, ghouls, NCR/BoS, people that don't speak english

Background
Paul Richardson is the older half-brother of the late Peter Richardson. While it is unknown how Peter died, it is known that he was a very dangerous individual to the NCR and BoS. Five years ago Paul was pulled out of the back of a computer research station. The Enclave Secret Service believed that since Peter was such a dangerous and formidable agent that Paul would be the same. At first it seemed that Paul was meant to stay in his field of research. Until he learned that his brother had been KIA. For a long time Enclave Secret Service agents hid who died and who didn't but it had been too long since Peter's death, they could no longer could hide it from Paul's family, just Peter. Peter flipped on a dime and gave up his work in the computer research field for studying for his mandated classes. When his training was finished he turned out to be just as dangerous as his younger, even more so in a sense of who was more ruthless.
Going back to his early childhood Paul experienced first hand the cruelty of the NCR. At Navarro he watched helplessly as the Enclave was battered and attacked on all sides by NCR. Days earlier dozens of the base personnel deserted, to leave the rest of them to die. A full scale slaughter ensued the days following the mass desertion. It was only out of sheer luck and sacrifice that Paul, along with twenty five other children, were evacuated on the only working vertibird. He watched from a window as the last defenders of Navarro died in a hellfire of plasma and bullets. When he arrived at the Midwest base he found his half brothers and found that he was ostracized from them by their mother. He grew up an orphan among his brothers and only found comfort in the unreal world of computers. When he came to age and graduated from his military training he was placed into computer and robotic science programs. Unlike six of his brothers, he didn't excel in leadership, physical prowess, or the charismatic virtues his father held. Except for his youngest brother, Peter. Peter excelled with Paul in robotic and computer sciences, although Paul was stronger in these field. Peter also held a middling level in the skills his full blooded brothers had. He could fight, he could lead a platoon, and he could talk to people with ease.
While they grew close due to their work stations being close to one another, it wasn't until the destruction of Ravenrock that they truly became brothers. Peter lost all of his family except Paul and finally embraced his brother. Yet they grew apart when the Secret Service approached Peter with a proposition. Paul didn't know anything about it at the time but Peter would be trained to become a truly devastating weapon against the enemies of the Enclave. A year into the program and Paul stopped receiving letters from his brother. A year more and the Secret Service extended the same offer they had given to Peter. Paul took it hesitantly, but as Paul learned of his brother's death he grew into his role as a son of Richardson.
After his training was finished he was given orders to take a different approach than his late brother. Peter had been a strong field man, he could navigate the wastes and make the best of his environment. Paul on the other hand was a master tactician and strategist. Every battle simulation he ran resulted in a low yield victory, but not a single soldier was lost unless the enemy attempted a last second attack. His skills in subversion, counter intelligence placing, and defensive attack strategies were beyond that of any living Enclave officer. They sent him into the Mojave with two Vertibirds and a long range radio. Within a week he had broken into a recently unknown abandoned military base, restored it to minimal self reliance efficiency, and began sending his men out for counter intelligence projects. His only casualty was one of his vertibirds, and the only reason it became a casualty was because the vertibird itself was so old that it had rust on its rotors.
In summary the Enclave is scraping the bottom of the barrel, they can't produce any success and they're losing numbers faster than they can pump out babies. One thing they have going for them is they dug down deep enough to find gold. Already Paul is proving to be a truly priceless asset, and he hasn't even begun his mission yet. It is as follows: Take in young orphans, train them, generate support for the enemies of the BoS and NCR, gather a native following, and insight full Enclave supported rebellion. While he has never refused an order, he does have other plans for the Mojave, he is much more deadly than the Enclave believes him to be, even more so than Peter.

Theme


Extra



(Soon to be deployed leaflets ^)​

 

[Koieater]

Name
David Lynch

Age
26

Gender
M

Height
5'11

Weight
130's

Eye Color
Brown

Piercings/Tattoos
On his right shoulder is a tattoo of "O+ David Lynch Catholic"

Job/Occupational Skill
Prospector and Field Medic

Personality
Slightly paranoid, Curious to the point near of idiocy, And quite stubborn at times


Supplies/Equipment
An old wilderness survival pocket book of Texas, A bayonet, Service rifle, 60 5.56 weapons, Vault suit + messenger bag, MedX, 3 stimpacks, 9mm pistol 13 rounds. A small silver cross
SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S 3
P 4
E 5
C 7
I 8
A 5
L 3

Skills
(You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.)
Science Medicine Repair

Perks
Trigger Discipline Scrounger

Fears
Brotherhood of Steel finding him, Running out of rations, Corrupted files, Centipedes and small scorpions

Likes
Followers of the Apocalypse, Folk Tales, Opossums, Bunkers/Enclosed spaces, The soft hum of an enclave eyebot.

Dislikes
Nuka cola, Loud noises, "Atom bomb baby", Children, Brotherhood of Steel

Background
David Lynch was a vault dweller from Texas, Settled in an old world military base. He served as junior technician after the GOAT, Wasting away in the dark computer lab of the vault. He became infatuated with the wasteland, To see what became of his ancestral home and eventually he volunteered to go on an expedition where he served as their field medic. The vault was later contacted by the Enclave, A weakened and battered form of themselves. They stationed themselves in the vault, Training the dwellers how to use the arsenal left behind in the base that is their home and train them to become soldiers and support. David was the latter, They shifted his efforts of technology to that of medicine, Training him as a field medic. Eventually, The Enclave's presence was found by a local chapter of the Brotherhood. The siege of their vault was bloody and during the conflict the order to evacuate all non combatants but a few to escort them and to scuttle the vault to trap the remaining enemy forces. David was one of the few to survive the exodus, Eventually landing in the land of gold, A town called Goodsprings. There he sells the scrap he finds out in the wastes, Hoping one day to here the enclaves call to arms again.

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Extra
Speaks german & Spanish, Enclave affiliation, Vault 82
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[Bloody_Eagle]

Jackson Fowler​

Gender: Male
Nickname(s): 'Bandit' - 'Gambit'
Known aliases: None
Nationality: American
Status: Alive and Healthy








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Physical Appearance
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Age: 25
Weight: 202 lbs or 92 KG.
Height: 6'2 or 1.88 m.
Body build: Muscular.
Eye color: Dark Blue.
Skin tone: White.


Distinguishing marks: Jackson would have a somewhat long scar on his neck, around three inches, though the scar tissue looks healthy however it seems slightly 'fresh'.

Predominant features: Jackson's predominant feature would defiantly be his 'long' and slightly messy hair which stands out among the other Wastelanders, though somehow it always manages to look well maintained. His other feature would be the scar displayed onto his neck, whenever his neck is shown.


Hair color: Dark Brown
Type of hair: Slightly Messy and Long
Voice: Somewhat Rough and Stern



Equipment: Jackson wears a somewhat tattered leather Ranger trenchcoat, with it's NCR insignia from it's sleeve ripped off, over the grey t-shirt he wears underneath is set the NCR Veteran Ranger "Black Armor", his head covered by the red eyed visor helmet. He seems to have two roughened knee-pads over his dusty khaki-colored jeans held up by a rough leather belt, with (2) stripper clips for his hunting rifle in one of his pouches, and a Ranger Sequoia (with 1 bullet in) inside the holster attached to his belt next to the (1) Bowie Knife, as for his footwear he has two military khaki-colored boots, his left one having a pad set on it for dealing harder kicks. A satchel can be seen set around his waist, held by a sling put over his shoulder and around his torso, which carries some of his supplies, including the (1) stimpak he has and (1) roll of bandages, as well as (1) silver canteen half-full with Whiskey. On his back and (1) pair of binoculars. In a make-shift holster on his back a Hunting Rifle with a scope can be seen.




Personality
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Positive personality traits: Adaptable, Charismatic, Clever, Persuasive, Leaderly, Pitiful, Brave.


Negative personality traits: Narcissistic, Sly, Very Impolite, Somewhat Lazy, Mean, Immature (At times).


Mood character is most often in: Relaxed.
Sense of humor: Erotic or Dark Humor

Personality: Jackson has a somewhat rude and impolite nature due to his rebel-like personality, and of course his occupation. However there are some instances where Jackson may take off his mask and show his 'kinder' side, though this happens only to his most known acquaintances. His personality tends to change depending in what type of situation he is, though when 'shit hits the fan', he is the first on the front lines, and will not hesitate to walk through fire to save the ones he deems to be his best friends.




Advantages & Disadvantages
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Advantages

> Proficient with pistols/revolvers: "I don't think I've seen any weapon better than this bull I've got here... One shot, and your entire head's gone! I enjoy using revolvers more than pistols due to their heavy caliber and well, look, pistols can prove more reliable when engaging multiple targets."


> Proficient with long-range weapons: "With what's out there... It's usually better you get the first shot. There are things that can tear you to shreds if they get close enough... "If'."


> Proficient with knives: "Pull the pin, arch your body backwards a lil' bit, aim with your hand and throw. Simple as that, though don't hold It too long, alright? You're not gonna turn out very pretty If you do..."


> Agile: "Obstacles? What're those? Never heard of 'em."


> High Awareness: "Keep your eyes and ears always at the ready... God knows what you'll hear and see."


Disadvantages


> Ineffective with heavy weapons: "Ugh, don't even start... I tried out a heavy shotgun once, the fucker blew me back harder than any normal shotgun I fired. From that day, I told myself I'm not gonna use anything like that again, unless I have to, of course."


> Ineffective with large melee weapons: "The amount of time It takes to swing one of those fuckin' hammers around, you could write a book or two!"


> Ineffective with technology: "I can't even remember when was the last time I used a 'computer', or anything like that... Those robots are really somethin', huh."




S.P.E.C.I.A.L
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Strength: 5
Perception: 9
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 10
Luck: 1




Perks & Skills
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Perks: Commando and Silent Running


Skills: Guns & Sneak [MEDIUM]



Past & Present
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Past


Hometown: New California Republic (Shady Sands)
Type of childhood: Average
Occupation: Ranger
Finances: Average


Backstory:

Not much is known about Jackson "Gambit" Fowler's past, but that his father was a Veteran Ranger, and his mother was a local farmer. His father Jacob would spend some time with him when he wasn't out on missions, teaching him about new things or gifting him interesting item, going out on small hunts with him when he was a teenager, teaching him how to remain hidden and use a rifle or a revolver. His mother made sure to teach him some sort of manners and reading, and a few things about how to live off the land. But, at around 17, Jackson's father never came home again. And one year later, Jackson decided to carry on his father's legacy, and decided to enlist in the Rangers. He would manage to live quite a long time, not wasting his time with settling down or 'meeting the right girl', Jackson would pay attention to his duties as a Ranger, eventually being deployed around New Vegas, where he had to engage Legion patrols, and once even a small warband. The small NCR Squad he was patrolling the area stumbled upon a relatively large "patrol" force heading their way. The Legionaries, led by a Veteran Decanus would retreat into a small town nearby, as the NCR Sergeant ordered his squad to give chase, Jackson following them as they yelled through the town and the abandoned buildings for the Legionaries to surrender. Before they could know it, they would ambush them, and soon after an intense firefight broke down. Jackson would manage to survive, injuring the Veteran Decanus, and capturing him, returning him to the nearby NCR Outpost, where he had the pleasure of having a rather long talk with him, after he was brought to his senses. Soon after, he was promoted to Veteran Ranger, and it would only pass one more year when he would be finally fed up with the corruption of the NCR, the long conversation which he had with the Decanus haunting him ever since. Jackson would rip off his Ranger insignia, throw away his radio, and desert.



Present


Current location: Outskirts of New Vegas
Currently living with: N/A
Occupation: Wastelander (previously NCR Veteran Ranger)
Finances: Below Average.




Factions
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Factions Liked

'The Enclave': "The very few stories that I did hear, as terrible as some may be, I'd much rather build a new world with the men that were apart of the old one, and the leaders of it, than with the corrupt ones of NCR, or the dictator known as Caesar..."




Factions Hostile/Disliked

'New California Republic': "After listening to that Veteran Decanus speak, as well as seeing and hearing of these things first-hand, the levels of corruption that are within our 'Republic', I couldn't stand it anymore... Had to leave... Leave it all behind."


'Raiders': "A bunch of fucking chem junkies that are up to no good... Some more dangerous than others. If it was by me, I'd have 'em all shot dead... You choose this life, It's not forced unto you."

'The Brotherhood of Steel': "When you have access to such technology, and you choose only to use it for yourself, and your own safety... When people are starving and dying out there... You must be a sick fuck if your goal is to simply take away technology, and do nothing in return..."




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Color: Crimson Red.
Least favorite color: Blue.
Music: Country
Food: Brahmin Meat.
Literature: N/A



Habits
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Hobbies: Physical training and weapons maintenance.

Spending habits: Personal care and personal equipment.


Smokes: Doesn't like smoking.
Alcohol: Whiskey and Bourbon.
Other drugs: N/A


Usual body posture: Tense.




Traits
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Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist.
Introvert or extrovert?: Extrovert.
Daredevil or cautious?: Daredevil.
Logical or emotional?: Emotional.
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?: Bit of both.
Prefers working or relaxing?: Prefers relaxing.
Confident or unsure of himself/herself?: Confident.




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[IXIAresIXI]

(Appearance)

Name
David Allen
Age
20
Gender​

Male

Height
6ft
Weight
84KG
Eye Color
Blue
Piercings/Tattoos
No
Job/Occupational Skill
Caravan guard
Personality
(Give me a brief summary)
lovable dickhead
Supplies/Equipment
caravan shotgun large combat knife leather armor 3 stempacks doctors bag purified water 3 sugar bombs
SPECIAL
(You get 35 points)
S
P
E
C
I
A
L

Skills
(You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.)
Speach guns
Perks
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guns robotics expert

Fears​

ghouls

Likes​

big titty goth girls
guns

Dislikes​

I'm uncultured
chinks
Kykes

Background​

grew up in shi ocupied san fran cisco
hates chinks blacks and jews
arrives in the mojave and is currently in freeside

Theme
- If I Could Be A I'm uncultured For A Day - Johnny Rebel​

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[Clydebot]

(Appearance) Y- 17 Trauma Override harness wearing Golden Aviator sunglasses.


Name: Clyde

Age: N/A

Gender: N/A

Height: 6'0

Weight: 186 lb

Eye Color: N/A

Piercings/Tattoos: N/A

Job/Occupational Skill: Exterminate all Pests from area specified. current owner: Enclave

Personality (Give me a brief summary): Cold. Metallic. Robotic.

Supplies/Equipment: LAER equipped with an Auxiliary recharger chip 50 MF rounds, laser cutter, vacuum suction pads. portable workbench

SPECIAL (You get 35 points)

S 7

P 7

E 7

C 1

I 5

A 5

L 3

Skills: (You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.) Energy Weapons.

Perks: (You get two perks) Laser Commander. Entomologist

Fears: Skeletons

Likes: Robots. Lasers. Power Armor

Dislikes: Cazadors. Nightstalkers.

Background: The scientists at Big MT needed someone to deal with the problem of Cazadors filling up their testing chambers with natural biohazards. The Scientists at Big MT made the unfortunate

mistake of programming in a boundry for Clyde to exterminate in. This error led Clyde to leave Big MT after exterminating the Cazador population. Shortly after Clyde arrived in the mojave, he was

captured by a group of Enclave north west of goodsprings after exterminating the local cazador population.

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Extra: Clyde's AI is unable to be completely controlled. but the prime objective of the Y-17 Override harness can be reprogrammed by a decently skilled scientist.

 

[Jango Starkley]

Name: Jango Starkley
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 165
Eye Color: Blue
Piercings/Tattoos: N/A
Job/Occupational Skill: Drummer, electrician
Personality (Give me a brief summary) Very loud yet soft-spoken. Hates degenerates. Can eat his weight in cheese. Only smiles when horny. Collects smegma. Only drinks water if it's boneless. Can swallow a snake whole. Failed the driving test 600 times. Used to do competitive skeet shooting. Is gay on the weekends. Once best friends with a feral ghoul. Can eat a stick of plutonium without dying. Has never seen a black man. Has eaten a badger alive. Has killed a man using only slaps. Man of cheese.
Supplies/Equipment: Drumsticks, dimebag of guitar picks, small bag of salt, hidden supply of fresh cheese at all times, 12 gauge pump action shotgun, 100 12 gauge shotgun shells (4 boxes), 9mm handgun (eight 10 round magazines), machete, copper wire, wire strippers, fork, spoon, knife, very large supply of napkins, gold coin, 1,000 caps, 10 lockpicks, dinosaur toy, hotwheels lamborghini, large yellow submarine toy, 5 Sunset Sarsaparillas, leather armor (reinforced), gecko head, brain of a man with alzheimers, jockstrap, small dog harness, 20 foot of rope, trenching tool, dog whistle (believes it's a vaporwave instrument), small first aid kit, 3 bottles of purified water, gecko meat, Frankenstein's monster drug (psycho, jet, mentats, buffout and steady grinded into a bottle), biker goggles, breathing mask, beret, rebreather, dog bowl, 3 sticks of dynamite.
SPECIAL (You get 35 points) S: 6 P: 6 E: 6 C: 3 I: 6 A: 6 L: 7
Skills (You can have 3 small skils, 2 medium skills, or one large skill.): Guns 100%
Perks (You get two perks): Jury rigging, shotgun surgeon
Fears: Shitting the bed, black children, hippies (sheer panic causes the instant reaction to kill on sight), people with no teeth, having no toes, blue cheese, men with large calves,
Likes: Super mutants, whores, liquor, rock music, drums, people that don't look anything like Benny, scientists with big lab-coats, playing with infants between the ages of 6 and 17 months (if they are still small and past that age he thinks they are goblins (generally stubborn to this fact unless convinced otherwise), black and brunette hair, animals with 2 legs (4 legs if they have hair), beetles, space mans, dinosaurs, bread, cheese, the Kings, slapping, fighting.
Dislikes: Benny, skeletons, zogs, blonde hair, people who can't read (will literally kill those who are illiterate), vaginas, goblins, children without legs, bald women, old women with attitudes, big words, White Glove Society, the government, NCR marks, degenerates.
Background: Born in Storey County, Nevada. Lived in the Wild Horse Adult Resort and Spa. Was once a drummer for his band Johnny and the Muddogs, worked as an electrician afterward. Once got high on shrooms and had to take a shit so he went into Vault 34 out of desperation and confusion right as the bombs went off and fell into the freezer and was subsequently cryogenically frozen. Awoke afterward in the year 2273 after other vault dwellers had gone looking for food and weapons. Left the vault and ventured to Vegas on Brahmin drawn carriage. Formed a band with a man named George Parasol, a ghoul named Phil Shears and a docile and friendly 1st generation super mutant named Winston Legthigh called the Sand Scarabs. Played in Freeside whilst living off of scraps, tips from admirers and cheese of unknown or questionable origin. Gained large amounts of respect from the people of Freeside, especially the Kings who they perform for on a regular basis. Main goal is to regularly perform somewhere inside the Strip and live inside the Strip.
Theme: Nowhere Man by The Beatles