Post by Kicks on Jul 6, 2014 22:31:03 GMT -6
Name: Booker
Gender: male
Age: 19
Race: human Caucasian
Description: His hair is a dirty blonde color His skin is lightly tanned, and his eyes are a light grey tint, sometimes mistaken for an off-blue. Booker likes to dress fashionably, his favorite style is pre-war. Suits suit him! He is completely intact, he doesn't have any missing pieces or limbs, no scars. Booker is slightly muscular, but only in his torso. His arms and shoulders are strong, though his legs are tall and stalky. He has a nice six pack which he shows off often.
Personality: Booker is a joker, he loves to be a smart talker. Usually, he is kind and is just looking for a friend. He is also constantly looking for some cute thing to bother. He is hopelessly a date hobbyist. His life revolves around guns, drinks, drugs and women. If you are the same gender he most likely wont pay you any mind, but it doesn't mean he wont have a drink with you and yab your ear off about all the women he's been with (even though he hasn't been with as many as he says!)
History: Booker grew up in a big vault, went to school (even though he didn't learn squat but anything about guns) and lived with his aunt. His parents died young, as they were both junkies and stole the medicines from the doctor's office often. Booker's aunt took him under her arm and tried to raise him right, but he did as he pleased and raised himself. When everyone got out of the vault, Booker was 18 and said goodbye to his aunt, wanting to explore the world himself. He loved her and respected her, but he was an only child with no parents who wanted to live life. So, Booker traveled the desert and learned much from those he encountered, whether they were bad or good.
When he was robbed, he learned not to trust so willingly, when he was helped, he learned to be generous. After a year of roaming the desert and learning all the dangers of the lands, Booker finally decided to settle down in town, though not always clung to one in particular. He is a regular bar stool, easy to find in any saloon. He goes from town to town, seeking tail and intoxicants, always ready with a witty remark to anyone who ushers him out the door in the early morning. Booker looks for small jobs when he's strapped for booze cash, constantly harassing gun dealers about their merchandise and pleading them to let him sweep their floors or guard their doors.
Carried Items: 1 9mm Pistol
50 9mm bullets
1 Varmint Rifle
100 5.56mm Bullets
15 Rations of Purified Water
1 Small Backpack - Carrying Capacity 45 Lbs
1 Leather Armor
1 Vault Jumpsuit
1 Pair of Worn Sandals
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Name: Charlie
Gender: male
Age: 5 years
Race: robo-dog
Description: He is a german shepard. Charlie has dark brown fur. His head and his back fur is black. His fur is 4" long, a little hot when traveling in the desert. Charlie's eyes are a sparkling blue color. His spine and back legs are robotic. His Brain is still flesh but has been modified and enclosed in a metal sphere. His intelligence is the same as a five year old human. He can't speak, but he can communicate with body language and barks or growls. Charlie has a thick scar across his left eye. His torso and everything left that is flesh is hunky and strong.
Personality: Charlie is suspicious toward any ghouls, but any other creature he can tolerate. He is very kind-hearted and tries to help anyone who asks him. He is very aggressive toward other dogs and ghouls. He will jump into a fight if he thinks he can win, he's very prideful and dosen't like to lose. Mainly, he's a nice, loyal dog with a lot of love to give.
History: Charlie was born in a vault as a regular dog. His owner bred german shepards for protection. By the time he was a year old, the vaults had been opened and Charlie was taken outside on patrol missions. His owner favored him over his litter mates and took him with him where ever he went. One day while they were on a solo patrol mission to gather food, they ran into a horde of ghouls.
Charlie was too young and scared to help his master kill the feral ghouls. They overwhelmed Charlie's human and came after the scared dog, sending him running as fast as he could. He was caught by one and brutally beaten as he tried to get away. A robot came to his rescue, shooting the ghoul dead on the spot. But alas, Charlie was mostly dead. The robot took him back to a shack in the middle of the desert and worked on the dog all through the night. Amazingly he survived, though his back legs, skull and spine didn't. The robot who saved him had left him at the shack, not bothering to wait around for him to wake up and greet him. He is now a robo-dog, his back legs and spine are metal and wired, as well as his skull. Charlie roams the land, determined to help those in need and fulfill his gift of life with good deeds.
Relationships: Currently None
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Name: Steven (prefers Steve)
Title: Ranger
Gender: male
Age: 28
Race: human Asian
Description: Steve has jet black hair, his eyes are a light hazel. His skin is a beige tint, reflecting his Asian background. He wears the official Ranger armor and trench coat. He carries standard issue goggles but rarely wears them, he prefers his large lens sunglasses. Steven has a few long whip scars on his back. He has a very toned, lean body. His arms, legs, abs and even back are tight with muscle. He has a childish face, his eye lashes are a bit long for a man and his cheek bones stick out a little, making his face look slightly triangular.
Personality: Steve is a real badass, he is extremely courageous and brave. He would put his life on the line for innocent people. His past forces him to be ever vigilant in his work, keeping people safe and catching the bad guys. He works well with others, being fairly friendly toward others. Steve tries not to get too involved with other people's lives, as he is scared of personal relationships.
History: Steven was born to a peasant woman whom he never learned the name of. His mother died giving birth to him and his father is unknown. He was fostered by a rogue who went by the name of Fleck. Fleck was a traveling merchant who owned an old pack donkey and sold items to traveling wanderers. The man was extremely abusive toward Steven, more so as he grew. He carried a whip and beat him with it when Steve did something that made him angry. Fleck forced Steve to stay weaker than him by refusing to let him eat as much as he needed. One night, Steven stole a brahmin steak from Fleck's pack donkey.
Fleck, drunk and infuriated, beat Steve on the back with his whip, leaving deep wounds. As soon as Fleck passed out beside the fire, Steve plotted revenge against him. The 19 years he had spent in the awful imprisonment of Fleck, Steven hated his guts and often thought of murdering him in his sleep. And that was exactly what he did that night. Inside the pack on the ground next to his donkey was his filet knife he used to cut gecko meat with. The blade was long and sharp. Steve cut the man's throat, a quick fluid motion. The cut was so deep, Fleck never even had a chance. He immediately bled to death. Steve set the donkey free, carrying its pack. Finally both of them were free from the brute that had imprisoned them. Steven left his body to the desert, now on his own. After years passed, Steve was known around the towns as a hero, butting in to mysteries and fights, always serving up results. He had beefed up since his freedom, proving to be a strong and willing man under his scars. He was asked to be a ranger for his courage and tough will. Now he wanders the desert, keeping the peace with his fellow rangers, finally feeling like he belongs in this world.
Relationships: Currently none
Carried Items: 1 9mm Pistol
50 9mm bullets
1 Varmint Rifle
100 5.56mm Bullets
15 Rations of Purified Water
1 Small Backpack - Carrying Capacity 45 Lbs
1 Leather Armor
1 Vault Jumpsuit
1 Pair of Worn Sandals
Gender: male
Age: 19
Race: human Caucasian
Description: His hair is a dirty blonde color His skin is lightly tanned, and his eyes are a light grey tint, sometimes mistaken for an off-blue. Booker likes to dress fashionably, his favorite style is pre-war. Suits suit him! He is completely intact, he doesn't have any missing pieces or limbs, no scars. Booker is slightly muscular, but only in his torso. His arms and shoulders are strong, though his legs are tall and stalky. He has a nice six pack which he shows off often.
Personality: Booker is a joker, he loves to be a smart talker. Usually, he is kind and is just looking for a friend. He is also constantly looking for some cute thing to bother. He is hopelessly a date hobbyist. His life revolves around guns, drinks, drugs and women. If you are the same gender he most likely wont pay you any mind, but it doesn't mean he wont have a drink with you and yab your ear off about all the women he's been with (even though he hasn't been with as many as he says!)
History: Booker grew up in a big vault, went to school (even though he didn't learn squat but anything about guns) and lived with his aunt. His parents died young, as they were both junkies and stole the medicines from the doctor's office often. Booker's aunt took him under her arm and tried to raise him right, but he did as he pleased and raised himself. When everyone got out of the vault, Booker was 18 and said goodbye to his aunt, wanting to explore the world himself. He loved her and respected her, but he was an only child with no parents who wanted to live life. So, Booker traveled the desert and learned much from those he encountered, whether they were bad or good.
When he was robbed, he learned not to trust so willingly, when he was helped, he learned to be generous. After a year of roaming the desert and learning all the dangers of the lands, Booker finally decided to settle down in town, though not always clung to one in particular. He is a regular bar stool, easy to find in any saloon. He goes from town to town, seeking tail and intoxicants, always ready with a witty remark to anyone who ushers him out the door in the early morning. Booker looks for small jobs when he's strapped for booze cash, constantly harassing gun dealers about their merchandise and pleading them to let him sweep their floors or guard their doors.
Carried Items: 1 9mm Pistol
50 9mm bullets
1 Varmint Rifle
100 5.56mm Bullets
15 Rations of Purified Water
1 Small Backpack - Carrying Capacity 45 Lbs
1 Leather Armor
1 Vault Jumpsuit
1 Pair of Worn Sandals
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Name: Charlie
Gender: male
Age: 5 years
Race: robo-dog
Description: He is a german shepard. Charlie has dark brown fur. His head and his back fur is black. His fur is 4" long, a little hot when traveling in the desert. Charlie's eyes are a sparkling blue color. His spine and back legs are robotic. His Brain is still flesh but has been modified and enclosed in a metal sphere. His intelligence is the same as a five year old human. He can't speak, but he can communicate with body language and barks or growls. Charlie has a thick scar across his left eye. His torso and everything left that is flesh is hunky and strong.
Personality: Charlie is suspicious toward any ghouls, but any other creature he can tolerate. He is very kind-hearted and tries to help anyone who asks him. He is very aggressive toward other dogs and ghouls. He will jump into a fight if he thinks he can win, he's very prideful and dosen't like to lose. Mainly, he's a nice, loyal dog with a lot of love to give.
History: Charlie was born in a vault as a regular dog. His owner bred german shepards for protection. By the time he was a year old, the vaults had been opened and Charlie was taken outside on patrol missions. His owner favored him over his litter mates and took him with him where ever he went. One day while they were on a solo patrol mission to gather food, they ran into a horde of ghouls.
Charlie was too young and scared to help his master kill the feral ghouls. They overwhelmed Charlie's human and came after the scared dog, sending him running as fast as he could. He was caught by one and brutally beaten as he tried to get away. A robot came to his rescue, shooting the ghoul dead on the spot. But alas, Charlie was mostly dead. The robot took him back to a shack in the middle of the desert and worked on the dog all through the night. Amazingly he survived, though his back legs, skull and spine didn't. The robot who saved him had left him at the shack, not bothering to wait around for him to wake up and greet him. He is now a robo-dog, his back legs and spine are metal and wired, as well as his skull. Charlie roams the land, determined to help those in need and fulfill his gift of life with good deeds.
Relationships: Currently None
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Name: Steven (prefers Steve)
Title: Ranger
Gender: male
Age: 28
Race: human Asian
Description: Steve has jet black hair, his eyes are a light hazel. His skin is a beige tint, reflecting his Asian background. He wears the official Ranger armor and trench coat. He carries standard issue goggles but rarely wears them, he prefers his large lens sunglasses. Steven has a few long whip scars on his back. He has a very toned, lean body. His arms, legs, abs and even back are tight with muscle. He has a childish face, his eye lashes are a bit long for a man and his cheek bones stick out a little, making his face look slightly triangular.
Personality: Steve is a real badass, he is extremely courageous and brave. He would put his life on the line for innocent people. His past forces him to be ever vigilant in his work, keeping people safe and catching the bad guys. He works well with others, being fairly friendly toward others. Steve tries not to get too involved with other people's lives, as he is scared of personal relationships.
History: Steven was born to a peasant woman whom he never learned the name of. His mother died giving birth to him and his father is unknown. He was fostered by a rogue who went by the name of Fleck. Fleck was a traveling merchant who owned an old pack donkey and sold items to traveling wanderers. The man was extremely abusive toward Steven, more so as he grew. He carried a whip and beat him with it when Steve did something that made him angry. Fleck forced Steve to stay weaker than him by refusing to let him eat as much as he needed. One night, Steven stole a brahmin steak from Fleck's pack donkey.
Fleck, drunk and infuriated, beat Steve on the back with his whip, leaving deep wounds. As soon as Fleck passed out beside the fire, Steve plotted revenge against him. The 19 years he had spent in the awful imprisonment of Fleck, Steven hated his guts and often thought of murdering him in his sleep. And that was exactly what he did that night. Inside the pack on the ground next to his donkey was his filet knife he used to cut gecko meat with. The blade was long and sharp. Steve cut the man's throat, a quick fluid motion. The cut was so deep, Fleck never even had a chance. He immediately bled to death. Steve set the donkey free, carrying its pack. Finally both of them were free from the brute that had imprisoned them. Steven left his body to the desert, now on his own. After years passed, Steve was known around the towns as a hero, butting in to mysteries and fights, always serving up results. He had beefed up since his freedom, proving to be a strong and willing man under his scars. He was asked to be a ranger for his courage and tough will. Now he wanders the desert, keeping the peace with his fellow rangers, finally feeling like he belongs in this world.
Relationships: Currently none
Carried Items: 1 9mm Pistol
50 9mm bullets
1 Varmint Rifle
100 5.56mm Bullets
15 Rations of Purified Water
1 Small Backpack - Carrying Capacity 45 Lbs
1 Leather Armor
1 Vault Jumpsuit
1 Pair of Worn Sandals