Kenshin772
Strategist of the Three Kingdoms
Name: Robin Scott
Age: 23
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Vault dweller or wastelander?: Wastelander
Faction: Survivalist
Weapons/Armor: He is without a Pipboy. He wears Leather Armor, drabbed in a mottled green, brown, and grey, colored cloak. with a green long sleeved sweatshirt underneath that has had gloves of the same color sewn on to the sleeves. Carries an old world Browning HI-power 9mm in a shoulder holster accompanied by a sizable Dirk and a worn Hunting Crossbow.
Background: An ordinary guy from the wastes, Robin spent his life traveling from place to place with his father the two moved all throughout what was once New England, Hunting, foraging, scrapping, anything they could to survive that's just how they lived for as long as Robin could remember. At least until a year ago he and his dad ran into a spot of bad luck after they tracked a Radstag into a Deathlaw's territory right as they where about to take their prize the big scaly bastard jump onto the pair and put a deep gash into his dad's back the two out ran the Deathclaw by running right past the Radstag they had injured, offering a much better dinner than two skinny gingers. The two had to bed down in an abandoned building to treat wounds however the Deathclaw's, Claws brought a wicked infection one Robin couldn't treat without a Stimpack, one he didn't have. Since then Robin headed southward by his lonesome headed for the Commonwealth the place where of his earliest memory the place where his mother was buried and where he intends to settle after doing the same with his father phylactery.
Other: Carries multiple sets of Garrote wire along with a Gas mask with a multitude of filters. Smoke Grenades Quiver of twenty bolts. Pouch of 75 9MM rounds two extra Browning Mags. Keeps his non-essentials in a brown Burlap sac which includes a bedroll, set of cooking tools, Whittlers tools and an unnecessary amount of Duct Tape and cigarettes. ..... Now I have to tone down the Cringe.
Age: 23
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Vault dweller or wastelander?: Wastelander
Faction: Survivalist
Weapons/Armor: He is without a Pipboy. He wears Leather Armor, drabbed in a mottled green, brown, and grey, colored cloak. with a green long sleeved sweatshirt underneath that has had gloves of the same color sewn on to the sleeves. Carries an old world Browning HI-power 9mm in a shoulder holster accompanied by a sizable Dirk and a worn Hunting Crossbow.
Background: An ordinary guy from the wastes, Robin spent his life traveling from place to place with his father the two moved all throughout what was once New England, Hunting, foraging, scrapping, anything they could to survive that's just how they lived for as long as Robin could remember. At least until a year ago he and his dad ran into a spot of bad luck after they tracked a Radstag into a Deathlaw's territory right as they where about to take their prize the big scaly bastard jump onto the pair and put a deep gash into his dad's back the two out ran the Deathclaw by running right past the Radstag they had injured, offering a much better dinner than two skinny gingers. The two had to bed down in an abandoned building to treat wounds however the Deathclaw's, Claws brought a wicked infection one Robin couldn't treat without a Stimpack, one he didn't have. Since then Robin headed southward by his lonesome headed for the Commonwealth the place where of his earliest memory the place where his mother was buried and where he intends to settle after doing the same with his father phylactery.
Other: Carries multiple sets of Garrote wire along with a Gas mask with a multitude of filters. Smoke Grenades Quiver of twenty bolts. Pouch of 75 9MM rounds two extra Browning Mags. Keeps his non-essentials in a brown Burlap sac which includes a bedroll, set of cooking tools, Whittlers tools and an unnecessary amount of Duct Tape and cigarettes. ..... Now I have to tone down the Cringe.
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