Harvey C. Newton

Chester - After the Winchester Rifle he used prior to becoming a Veteran Ranger.

Caucasian Human.

29

Marksmanship;

Medical Knowledge:

Martial Training:

Multi-lingual:

Severe Panic Attacks connected to his PTSD from his time in the NCR and the loss of his wife. He drinks and smokes a lot, dulling his trained reflexes, putting off his excellent aim and reducing his physical capabilities. He's terrible with math and can never keep track of how many rounds he has in his gun. Despite his tactical skill, he is terrible with military lingo, geography and coordinates. Tell him to go up, down, left or right, not north, south, west or east.

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TBA.

The Death of his wife, Jessica, pushed him over the edge and made him resign from the NCR with a honorable discharge. He set off to join the recon team as a settler - a hired gun, you could say, in the Japanese wasteland. Maybe it's a chance at a new life, or maybe it's a death wish.

While a skilled soldier, he is far from a socially skilled person, wanting to make friends, but clumsy with the things he says has more than once lead to him having to solve a solution with bullets, instead of words.

His luck is terrible.

Yukiko leaned heavily on her polearm, breathing heavily as she recovered from the battle she had just barely survived. Slowly, she stood to her full height of 5'2". She swallowed as she eyed the three bodies around her: two men and a woman, clearly untrained in combat but desperate for the supplies in her green bag. Luckily for her, they hadn't been armed with anything more than swords and she was able to fend them off; however, she wasn't proud of the fact she had to take their lives. Soberly, she crouched by each one, closing their eyes and muttering in her native tongue, "I hope you find happiness in the next world."

After a moment of silence, Yukiko proceeded to search the bodies. If she didn't take the loot, she knew someone would come along and take it themselves. Besides the short swords, she found nothing of interest; and so, she slipped what she had in her bag before standing again. After a final, solemn look, she reshouldered her bag and turned to continue home.

Yukiko joined the Junns after losing her parents as a way to fend for herself; she has since grown fond of her fellow soldiers and works hard to contribute as much as she can to Yokohama.

Angelo Ortega

Human

22

Angelo has a talent in terms of charisma, he is able to convince people to go his way and follow behind him. He knows just what to say to get people to trust him and believe in what he is saying to be the truth. The other Talent that he has is stealth if he cant win people over with words then he will simply steal what he needs from them without their notice.

Angelo carries with him a bandoleer with shotgun shells on it for quick reloads for his own combat shotgun that he carries in a holster on his left leg. If close combat isn't an option then Angelo also has ammo pack with ammunition for his long barrel hunting rifle that he carries on his back thanks to a strap on the bandoleer. He also carried a messenger bag for anything else he may want or need in the future.

The reason Angelo needed to convince people so much is because Angelo has Coagulopathy a bleeding disorder so he has a weakness to actually getting injured if he doesn't stop the bleeding fast he could bleed out in moments if the wound hit a vital organ so he has less then tolerable endurance.

Angelo sighed as he was looking through the desk of an abandoned gas station. Angelo thought that it being a gas station that it would have at least a few caps or something interesting even some ammo would be appreciated. Unfortunately he found nothing that would help him just another empty building from the old days. Angelo then packed up his things and got moving he couldn't let this bad spot tarnish his treasure hunting. Once Angelo was out of the building however he heard the familiar sound of burrowing and he sighed loudly "why did it have to be mole rats" Angelo said angrily as he loaded his shotgun and started to move away but not before he saw the first one pop out of the ground near him and he quickly shot it in the face, that was one of the advantages of having a combat shotgun. Then he saw the next one coming towards him and because he was at a distance Angelo had to aim down the sights to take it down one shot injured it then the second killed it. Then their was one more but It popped up way to close and bit Angelo in his leg and he groaned loudly as he shot it in the face. When Angelo was satisfied that he finished them off he quickly pulled up his pants and saw that he was bleeding. Angelo quickly got into his messenger bag and grabbed some gauze wrapping it tightly around the wound to stop the bleeding. After a few minutes he sighed but he had to change it again because he bled through the first wrap. Once Angelo was satisfied with the second wrapping he went on his way looking for better things to find in this place....

Hates when men disrespect women

Aaron Ashworth

Synth

16

Aaron is equipped with a quiver and satchel. Within the satchel is purified water, elastic bandages, and various books that help him survive the wasteland. There are multiple maps he had created when he traveled, one of them was Las Vegas, though walking and adventuring so far he deems that map useless for now. The quiver hold's two different types of arrows, flammable and normal. The quiver only holds six arrows at a time, unlike traditional quiver's, Aaron has made a quiver that goes around his hips and when running or walking the arrows won't inevitably fall out as the arrows are strapped in against the quiver itself. There is also a bottle of oil that he use's to dip the arrowheads into to make flammable and! a lighter.

Though, knowing how to fight he does not use his profession in archery as much. He cannot kill willingly without knowing if this person is truly deserving of death, basically a pacifist in the wasteland. Aaron cannot experience the emotion of aggression, without aggression he cannot derive the will to fight though he does have the ability to kill wasteland creatures but not the peaceful one's (the mutated deer). Learning from experience, Aaron know's that the world he currently live's in is extremely dangerous. He is always in the constant feeling of fear and cannot leave it without having the true sense of safety, thus he is bound to become timid around others and is less cooperative.

Aaron leaned against a dead tree, he watches the snow fall. The wind was blowing lightly, making a quiet tune. The heat of the fire radiated from the flame's. He stared, looking aimlessly at the ground. His eye's trying to look for something in the snow, but he didn't know what. As the fire crackled and time passing by, Aaron become's colder. He has no protection against the harsh cold, no blanket. Yet something kept him conscious, his pride and confidence most likely.
Aaron had let himself down, trusting in nature instead of being the paranoid person he always once, he shouldn't of let his guard down and now he feels ashamed about himself. He'd have to start from point one again.
His eye's began flickering, becoming weak in almost every second. His body weak and almost numb-like. His body was quitting, already took too much damage from the cold. His voice was shaky, attempting to call for help, but too late. His mind slipped into the land of unconscious and landed into what Aaron liked to call, The Sleeping Abyss.

Aaron has a secret up his sleeve.