Character Sheet -
Name: Y7-68 (Formerly)
Nickname: Newton
Age: Unknown. Appears in mid-30s.
Race: (3rd Gen) Synth
Morals: Very few, but he won't do anything to harm an animal or child. Likewise he holds disgust for slavers, or those who would bind others into servitude. He also isn't particularly fond of racists, as some of his best drinking buddies have been ghouls.
Flaws: Newton is a bitter guy, who generally doesn't 'play' well with others. His lone-wolf act has almost gotten him killed in the past, and yet he's stubborn enough not to want to change. He is also a terrible shot, especially with heavy weaponry. Don't give him a Missile Launcher or he'll accidentally blow himself (and everyone else) up.
Faction: Freelance Mercenary, (Formerly: The Institute)
Background: Originally he was a snyth working in the Institute, living an oblivious life as Y7-68. However he often thought about what the world above was like, and what life outside the Institute might be like. This was only intensified when a synth-sympathizer began to help synths leave the Institute. Eventually he decided to make his first major decision in life and attempt an escape. He was successful, and hasn't looked back since.
Of course his troubles were only just beginning. The Institute wasn't oblivious to their missing synths, and a courser was sent after him and the others who had made it out. It was only thanks to the generosity given by the Railroad that he is still alive to this day. He opted to go to the Memory Den to get his memories of the Institute erased, instead implanting him with the memories of that of a rather average settler of the wastes named Newton.
With his new memories, and a new take on life he left the wastes to go westward for about a year. However desperation drove him to need caps, and caps sometimes doing dirty work for scum people. Those sometimes turned into frequently hiring himself out as a mercenary. Eventually the haul of work that could be found back on the East cost drove him back.
Now he spends a good majority of his time in Goodneighbor and the surrounding area, selling his skills to whoever can afford them.
Looks: Newton is a fairly tall man, with a lean athletic build. He has short and curly platinum blonde hair that curls underneath the bottoms of his ears. His skin is a light peach, with a few blemishes along his arms and neck. His eyes are a light brown. He has a few scars on his torso and upper arms from fights, however the only noticeable one is one spanning the edge of his chin and across the bottom of his jawline.
Other: He's a pure melee-fighter, using a Deathclaw Gauntlet as his primary weapon of choice.
Name: Y7-68 (Formerly)
Nickname: Newton
Age: Unknown. Appears in mid-30s.
Race: (3rd Gen) Synth
Morals: Very few, but he won't do anything to harm an animal or child. Likewise he holds disgust for slavers, or those who would bind others into servitude. He also isn't particularly fond of racists, as some of his best drinking buddies have been ghouls.
Flaws: Newton is a bitter guy, who generally doesn't 'play' well with others. His lone-wolf act has almost gotten him killed in the past, and yet he's stubborn enough not to want to change. He is also a terrible shot, especially with heavy weaponry. Don't give him a Missile Launcher or he'll accidentally blow himself (and everyone else) up.
Faction: Freelance Mercenary, (Formerly: The Institute)
Background: Originally he was a snyth working in the Institute, living an oblivious life as Y7-68. However he often thought about what the world above was like, and what life outside the Institute might be like. This was only intensified when a synth-sympathizer began to help synths leave the Institute. Eventually he decided to make his first major decision in life and attempt an escape. He was successful, and hasn't looked back since.
Of course his troubles were only just beginning. The Institute wasn't oblivious to their missing synths, and a courser was sent after him and the others who had made it out. It was only thanks to the generosity given by the Railroad that he is still alive to this day. He opted to go to the Memory Den to get his memories of the Institute erased, instead implanting him with the memories of that of a rather average settler of the wastes named Newton.
With his new memories, and a new take on life he left the wastes to go westward for about a year. However desperation drove him to need caps, and caps sometimes doing dirty work for scum people. Those sometimes turned into frequently hiring himself out as a mercenary. Eventually the haul of work that could be found back on the East cost drove him back.
Now he spends a good majority of his time in Goodneighbor and the surrounding area, selling his skills to whoever can afford them.
Looks: Newton is a fairly tall man, with a lean athletic build. He has short and curly platinum blonde hair that curls underneath the bottoms of his ears. His skin is a light peach, with a few blemishes along his arms and neck. His eyes are a light brown. He has a few scars on his torso and upper arms from fights, however the only noticeable one is one spanning the edge of his chin and across the bottom of his jawline.
Other: He's a pure melee-fighter, using a Deathclaw Gauntlet as his primary weapon of choice.
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