Name= David Blackford

Age= 227 years old

Looks (picture optional)= David suffers from the usual charred, rotting skin of a ghoul, but unlike most managed to keep a nearly-full head of hair, though it has gone from its former chocolate brown to an ashy grey color. His eyes have also changed, now a bright orange, reminiscent of the atomic fire that scorched the earth a year ago. He is 5 feet 11 inches in height, and has a weight of 178 pounds. He wears the outfit of a catholic preacher, but tattered, and with a scavenged military belt at his waist, a pistol holster and clasped Bible hanging off of the belt.

Personality= A devout Christian, David believes in doing good for those who do good for him. He always volunteers to help those in need, whether that means building a house, or blowing the brains out of a raider's head. He enjoys a good joke, good friends, and good food. He's all-around a nice guy.

Faction= Wastelanders

S.P.E.C.I.A.L=
Strength- 5
Perception- 6
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 7
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 7
Luck- 6

Backstory= David does not divulge upon his life before the war, as he sees thinking on it as a pointless endeavor. He prefers to focus on how people can build up the world they have now. Seeing the Great War as the Wrath of God unleashed upon humanity, and that there are people who still have not learned from the mistake, David takes it upon himself to bring the judgement of God to those who have begun to prey on weaker survivors. He does not preach, he does not hold prayer sermons, he merely wanders the wasteland, bringing swift justice to bandit and raider types. He's been as far south as Atlanta, and as far west as Chicago, going off of a tattered pre-war map he found years ago, updating it with writings in pencil, chalk, marker, or anything else he can write with. He's come to New York with the hopes of ending its slave trade with the Pitt, before striking at the Pitt itself, and overall ending the raider threat.

Weapon choice= On his hip he keeps a .45 caliber handgun, nicknamed the 'Hand of God'.

Any other info not included in the above= He keeps a backpack, with a bedroll tied to the bottom. Inside, he carries approx. 1 week's worth of food and water, a decent supply of ammo for his handgun, and a small stock of medical supplies.

Name= Corporal Alex Roniel
Age= 20
Looks (picture optional)= Alex is a tall man with a fairly light build, standing at 6’5 and weighing 110 pounds. He has quite a boyish face, with light blue eyes and strawlike hair that is completely jet black. He wears standard enclave advanced power armor mk II, which is quite badly scratched and scorched in places, no matter how much he tries to get said blemishes out. Outside his armor, he wears a beige enclave longcoat and black combat trousers. He speaks fairly eloquently, with a slight texas twang in his accent.

Personality= Alex is a somewhat quiet and professional man, most likely due to the many quiet hours he spends on a high platform scoping out a target. However, he is completely polite to just about anyone he meets, even the loudmouthed officers of the enclave who make jokes about his boyish looks and quiet demeanor. He is quite popular with women, although has always turned them down, for reasons he prefers to keep to himself. (he isn’t above using this popularity if it suits him, though) Compared to most enclave, he is actually indifferent towards wastelanders, seeing them as inferior, but not worthy of extermination. He actually hates committing violence against them without a good reason, but has grit his teeth and bared it so far. For the USA and all that. Ends justify the means.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength-3
Perception-10
Endurance-4
Charisma-8
Intelligence-8
Agility-5
Luck-4

Backstory= Alex’s father was an enclave soldier, as was his father before him, etc. Like most children born into the enclave military, he started training from a young age. He quickly showed an incredible skill in marksmanship and stealth, although his ability to take orders left much to be desired. He was attached to a recon unit, and proved himself an incredibly deadly fighter, gunning down dozens of raiders with single laser blasts to the skull and saving the lives of several enclave personnel, one of whom was a lieutenant. For this, he was promoted to corporal. Despite probably being skilled enough to head through the ranks further, he has no stomach for command, and has therefore stayed a corporal. He is now known as one of the deadliest snipers in the enclave, to the point he is given respect that would usually be given to someone of a much higher rank. Dousnt stop the jokes though. When the enclave needs an individual dead NOW, they send Alex.

Weapon choice= Wattz 2000 laser rifle- Modified by the enclave to fire more powerful and accurate blasts for less shots per cell. Alex can burn a hole through a super mutants skull from 500 metres away without even trying.
Silenced 10mm Pistol- Despite being in full power armor, Alex can be surprisingly stealthy if he wants to be. This pistol helps.
Laser pistol- Modified to fire quickly, he uses this weapon in close quarters situations where the stopping power of the 10mm wont cut it.
P94 Plasma Rifle- His preferred weapon for missions that involve more firepower than finesse. He can use this surprisingly accurately.

Any other info not included in the above=


Perks:

Sniper
Lady Killer
Silent Running
Ninja
Laser Commander

Name= Paladin Lawrence Wilson
Age= 47
Looks= In his power armor. Not in power armor (used James from Fallout 3 because I couldn't think of anyone).
Personality= Lawrence is a shut-in alcoholic who doesn't enjoy being around people, but if forced to will try to find a way to enjoy it. His alcoholism worries many, as they fear he'll eventually die and they'll lose a rather valuable asset to the Brotherhood. Also, having grown up in the New California chapter of the Brotherhood, Lawrence believes in their classic tech-hoarding isolationist behavior. His interests include alcohol, reading up on old world history, and the music of Frank Sinatra.
Faction= Brotherhood of Steel
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength- 8
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 4

Traits= Built to Destroy and Heavy Handed

Perks= Demolition Expert, Lady Killer, Shotgun Surgeon, Size Matters and Terrifying Presence

Backstory= Lawrence was born in a BoS bunker to a Scribe and a Paladin. He was trained from a young age to shoot and fight, eventually gaining his own squad at the age of 19 named the 'Dirty Half-Dozen', consisting of himself and five other men. When he was 45, Lawrence and his squad were moved out east to Boston. After rescuing some Commonwealth Minutemen from a Deathclaw, Lawrence gained the laser musket that he has used since (after modifying it to his tastes, of course). A year later, and Lawrence and his squad journeyed to New York after hearing the situation was better there.
Boy were they wrong.
Anyhow, they chose to stay and train the recruits, and barely go on missions now. That is, until recently, what with the Enclave and all that.

Weapon choice= For melee, Lawrence prefers to use a super sledge (Fallout 3 version, in which it's all high tech). For ranged combat, he prefers to use a modified laser musket (which looks more like a laser rifle, aside from the crank), which he nicknamed 'The Pilgrim'.

Any other info not included in the above= When not in his power armor, Lawrence wears a leather jacket (similar to the leather jacket in Fallout 1 and 2, or the road leathers in Fallout 4).

-=Name=-

Lieutenant Katherine 'Kat' Winters... Well, before America fell.

-=Age=-

31.. Before the bombs fell.

-=Appearance=-


Katherine stands at a mighty 6'0. Tall for a female but perfect for a vintage t-51b. Her upper half is a rather smaller bust but her chest and arms make up for that lack of definition with significant but still sleek muscle mass. Her long legs share this trait.

-=Personality=-

She really doesn't have much in this category. Her entire life from the age of 18 was devoted to the American dream.

Democracy is non negotiable

Now with the destruction of the USA, she struggles to find her place in a world of disorder. She is forced to create her own strategic priorities rather than carrying out the orders of a superior.

In no way does this make her an ignorant blind drone but without a mission, she has little, if any, direction or motivation to do great things in the service of no-one.

-=Faction=-

Wastelander, wanderer.

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

Strength- 6, Her military conditioning is a huge factor.

Perception- 8, To be a commander, one must be aware!

Endurance- 7, Even though boot camp isn't for everyone...

Charisma- 1, would be less but due to being female, there is always some dumbass falling for a pretty face.

Intelligence- 7, Not only has tactical training honed this, but actual battlefield training has formed a well rounded mind.

Agility- 7, who needs armor when you're that fast.

Luck- 6, In combat, many have questioned how she had such steady aim and such skill at directing her men to victory. Uncanny... Unnatural some have said. Even going so far as to claiming Zetan interference.

Idiots...

-=Backstory=-

"My past... Before the vault everything feels like it was yesterday."

Katherine was born to a lower income family in Nebraska. Her life was lackluster as her father tried hard to pay the bills and still keep her little princess happy with gifts. Sadly these gifts were last years gifts but it didn't matter to Katherine at all. She loved her family.

As her life progressed, there was little excitement. School days came and went, seasons blurred by. Until red china began to challenge America's might. Communism is the very definition of failure, the slogan that brought Katherine and many of her friends into America's army. Her service was exemplary, raising quickly within the ranks. Upon reaching her final title of lieutenant, the battle of anchorage had begun and what better place to send a hard core patriot such as Katherine.

The battle was intense, so intense that her positions continued to fall back. The Chinese were endless until the roar of miniguns signaled the return of freedom. The T-51b's had arrived ad with it, the rallying cry for the troops that now had a chance. It seemed Alaska was going to soon be liberated.

It was in just enough time that Katherine was flown to eastern Pennsylvania for a special project by the us government. A strange program to further augment power armor wearers. As the us army prepared many new weapons such as the Mighty Liberty Prime, She was to be a new breed of super soldiers. This may have been the variant to the Forced Evolutionary Virus, but no one will ever know.

Her travels east were, as her pre-military life, lackluster. There were no major threats aside from the raiders and ever rarer super mutants... Well, that one Death claw. Weeks, or maybe months passed as she continued eastwards, stopping by various settlements and the occasional odd job to earn a bed. Cap collecting was not her forte so she was always forced into the aggressive jobs. This was perfect for her, a chance to hone her combat skills, even against the pathetic and disorganized raiders of the wastelands.

This seemingly random travel finally culminated at the arrival of New York city. Her mission was to reach something she had heard bits and pieces of as she traveled. A secret pre-war military base that housed the american government. They would be able to give her direction.

She believes she was only frozen for a few years but obviously this is not the case. However, as of now she only has a rumor and a rifle to go on.

-=Vault Number=-

39, Eastern Pennsylvania.

-=Vault=-

Vault 39 was masqueraded as a legitimate fallout shelter. When the bombs fell and the survivors moved beyond the massive doors, they found themselves in a paradise. Flora and Fauna were everywhere and in special rooms, various creatures. After some checkups and a special chamber designed for "compartmentalized sleep." the trap was sprung. Her body was quickly frozen, along side many other soldiers and civilians alike. It was at this time that the mutation was injected and vault-tec did their strange experiments.

After many years, the doors opened due to a pressure change in her pod. Her waking eyes could only see pods with strange, mutated bodies sleeping inside. Nearby there were human skeletons strewn about, as if just throne by some crazed beast. As she continued through the facility all she could see was the sick experiments her so called "saviors". Deer with eight legs, Large rabbits with horns of a goat. It was a strange place, devoted to the virus and its effects on everything.

-=Weapon choice=-

'Short' version R-91 assault rifle with two thirty round magazines. This has a saw'd off stock and a shorter barrel than the stock version.

Arctic camo-pattern accelerated Gauss rifle with an advanced long range scope.



Combat knife

Additional Gadgetry

Mk-I 02 Combat visor; A pre-war prototype visor carrying the same technology as the power armor Tactical hud. This version can see through thin obstructions like walls. This device only works with the Light armor as it runs off of a power core.

Mk-II-X light assault armor; A light combat suit variant that offers increased protection via magnetic plates over core areas of the body. This suit requires power cores to operate its magnetic plates. Even though it shows obvious visible plates that protect against shrapnel from explosions, it is not a true power-armor in any way. It is a suit with the high tech plates attached to it.