Almost a week, and stagnation.

Well, I'm still here. I just posted earlier. You just need to get us going

I meant on the OOC specifically. I cannot do too much I'm afraid, just continue it on a bit.

This still open? XD

I'll try to join anyhow!

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Name: Alexis Brigs

Alias: Dynamite Gal

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Race: Human

Primary Skills*: Explosives, Unarmed, Lockpicking

SPECIAL*:

Strength: 1 + 7 = 8
Perception: 1 + 6 = 7
Endurance: 1 + 5 = 6
Charisma: 1 + 2 = 3
Intelligence: 1 + 3 = 4
Agility: 1 + 7 = 8
Luck: 1 + 3 = 4

Gear/inventory:

Power fist

Satchel:

Plasma Grenades - 15
Baseball Grenades - 15
Stimpacks - 3
Weeks worth of food and water
Vodka - 1

History:

"Why am I here in Florida? Shit... Why am I here again? To be honest with you, my life hasn't exactly been one that's been carefully planned... Didn't create no big damn story for myself to follow, didn't set up any expectations for myself, i've just been the type to go down the road, fuck a guy, steal his stuff and then crush his face in with my fist until i'm pressing his brains between my fingers... Pretty fun.

'Course, how did I get so Violent? Well, when you grow up surrounded by raider pricks, and scumbags, your perception of morals tends to get right fucked. Killed my first prey when I was five years old, dad and mom held the poor old bastard down and I just stuffed the knife deep into his throat, and let the light fade from his miserable lookin' eyes... Followed by the cheers of my raider family, and I smiled too! I was confused, but happy, and that's all I needed to live.

However, live with raiders for a while, you understand how dog eat dog it can be, quite literally. It's a bit weird at first, but eating your family tends to be a popular past time when your avoiding the likes of any bounty hunters or big damn heroes trying to take you out, but soon enough, my time as a raider would end, about the time I was thirteen, when one damn hero was just too tough... Slaughtered and butchered my family like dogs, and held me by the scruff. Should have died, but he enslaved me, taught me, trained me... Guess he needed a good dog. Guy was great at blowing things up, everything just crumbled around him... I actually kinda fell for the guy, he was a right evil asshole... Perfect to learn from.

Lived with him as his personal pet until I was eighteen, living in the east, I suppose, we traveled from the west, somehow made it here after a few years, the type to move on and keep moving, never staying in one spot for long... It was nice, changed the scenery a bit, till I killed him.

May have jumped a bit ahead there... Lets just say, when he got a bit too use to me, and I learned from him, teaching me words, to talk, along with other shit, he gave me my reward, finally took off my collar and told me to leave. I bit his nose off and shoved a grenade into his throat, and it did the rest... Fun!

Since then, I've been doing what I can to survive, taking jobs, stealing, pillaging if I can get away with it, that kinda stuff. Ended up in Florida because of it. Got a job from some pompous brick, somethin' to do with finding the 'Geck'. Might be good to track down... for a fee of course."

I've been hoping the GM would be keeping it going, but I'm not so sure that they will, unfortunately.

Well the GM's last post was on this roleplay, so let's hope they'll return to here.

welp, did the character anyhow. Wooo! XD