Name: Royce

Age: 29

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Skills: Survival, Sneak, Melee Weapons, Small Arms, Animal Husbandry

Weapons & armor/clothing:
1x Mismatch of tribal and raider leathers as armor
1x Hunting Shotgun
1x Hunting Knife

(Previous) Occupation(s): Caesar's Legion (former), Wanderer

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory:
Royce hails from the Hangdogs, a tribe located in northeastern Colorado near Denver, the tribe mostly kept to itself and with it’s obsession with hounds, it was inevitable that Royce was trained to running with his own pack of wild dogs from the hordes that infest Denver. The worship of dogs was common among his tribe, seeing them as their spirit animals. Royce was 12 when the Legion tore through his tribe’s encampment and enslaved them to become legionnaires.

Royce spent the next 16 years within the legion forced into becoming a soldier against his will. It was 16 years of forced conflict that hardened him to the horrors of war and made him grow to resent his platoon’s leader; little more than a slavemaster to his people. Little did Royce know that the life of the legion took its toll on his superior too. In the dead of night during a cold September, the slaver fled his camp eastwards. Royce didn’t waste a second taking the brief chance given to him to flee east and chase the man down, hellbent on making him pay for the atrocities he has committed onto Royce’s people and the ones who got in their way.

After months of travel, Royce’s hunt lead him to the commonwealth. It was there that he tracked his former slaver, who has picked up mercenary work for quick caps. With vengeance still driving him on, Royce made quick work of locating him and confronting him.
The slavers current employer intervened, only to turn out to be an extra scalp on his belt. Without the fiendish drive of vengeance to spur Royce on in his travels he now wanders aimlessly, seeking a new purpose in this unfamiliar land.

Appearance/Personality:
Royce is a large man, withered by the never-ending wars raged by the trials that come with three decades of survival. Enslaved for more than half of his life to a ferocious army hellbent on ruin, Royce thrived as little more than a conscious weapon used against interlopers before his recent escape. If he ever had a name beyond this one, it has been long forgotten. The story of his youth is burnt into history through the scorch of flame and the spilling of blood on soil.

Running with wild dogs by night and day, his dark skin is littered with grisly scarring from the jaws of hounds. Each one is received as a blessed penance, for his people worship these apex canines as deities. His body is unkempt and unshaven, with dark wiry hairs running over the bare patches of sinewy skin, halted only by aging scars and scattered lacerations.

Like the hound, he is known for displaying the extremes of loyalty and ruthlessness. He is unforgiving to those who trespass him and persistent with his desires. His slavery has stripped his morals to bare bone through the years and alleviated him from much of the restrictions of fear, leaving him an intimidating opponent and deadly enemy. Though world-wise and experienced in many ways, he is oblivious to the sciences and technology, robbed of any means of education.

Name: X2-88 "Abel"

Age: 9

Race: Synth

Sex: Male

Skills: Unarmed, Robot Strength, Energy Weapons, Repair, Science

Personality: He speaks in an animated, robotic style fashion. His personality has a synthetic tinge and you can tell that he is not human-but that is more obvious by the robotic bits sticking out of his face.

Weapons & armor/clothing:
Abel wears a Courser Uniform and uses a Institute Laser Rifle. He also has built in Power Fists. Like all Coursers, he uses a Stealth Boy in battle.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Institute Courser, Town Guard, now Wanderer

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory: X2-88, or Abel was a new style of Courser made before the Institutes base was destroyed. X2-88 is designed for high-risk assault and retrieval operations above ground. X2 is very capable at engaging enemies at range and is equally capable of direct assault and more subtle approaches.

After the destruction of the Institute base, he continued to be an operative for the Institute until he was deprogrammed by a member of the Railroad. He learned of the truth of the Institute and how harmful what he was doing was to Synth kind, but deep down he was still loyal to both the Institute and the Railroad. Confused, he decided he wanted nothing more than to live his life and abandoned them all. He has since worked for a guard for Diamond City, but after his face was damaged and he was revealed to be a Courser he was shunned, he abandoned them all and became a lone wanderer.

He has traveled across the Commonwealth, eventually reaching a new town: Salem. It is here were he will see if they can accept a Synth as a normal man and if he can find a place for himself.

Name: Rachel Wilson

Age: 27

Race: White/Hispanic

Sex: Black haired female, with hazel eyes.

Skills: She’s excellent with melee, small guns, and is tech savvy as in being able to disassemble without making components unusable. She is stealthy when she needs to, a skill she’s worked on trying to get out of tough situations. Incredibly lucky, she always seems to be in the right place at the right time.

Personality: Curious and outgoing depending on circumstances.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Carries a revolutionary sword, she found while scrounging inside an old Museum, has saved her more than once. Also carries 10mm SMG with a strap, and keeps it slung over her shoulder.

She still has her Minutemen hat, along with a pair of blue jeans and a blue shirt with a tan jacket over it. It is the old minuteman outfit, before they started wearing camo with leather armor. Also wears a pair of patrolmen sunglasses.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Scavenger

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): Formerly Minutemen

Backstory: WIP

Name: Zhelk

Age: Unknown, but elderly in aspect

Race: Irradiated Mutant, Possibly Ghoul

Sex: Male

Skills: Proselytizing the word of Atom, radiation manipulation, subterfuge

Personality: At first glance, he appears to be nothing more than a deformed, hunched over mutant, and gives off a frightful presence. However, when required he can whip himself into a frenzy of oration that can inspire even the most doubtful of Atom’s servants to throw down their lives for their new god.

Zealous and utterly convinced of Atom’s truth, he is half-crazed but also deeply intelligent when it comes to the skillful use of Atom’s gifts.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Wears a long sickly green tattered robe embroidered with various intricate designs sacred to the Church of Atom and which keeps most of his body covered. Where his skin and body does shows through the torn fabric, it can be seen to be covered in a variety of pustules, sores, lesions, and necrotic flesh. His face is partly obscured by both his hood, and bandages wrapped around his face, but his eyes are still visible and glow an unearthly green. He wears an old leather belt around his waist attached to which is a variety of bottles filled with glowing green liquid, along with various alchemical substances and poisons sacred to the Children of Atom. He also carries with him a well-worn bound book that is secured tightly to his side at all times. The book, supposedly, contains visions and insights from Atom himself.

He also has with him a medium-size staff which serves as both a walking stick, a weapon, and a religious instrument. Attached firmly to the top end of the staff by a metal chain is a spiked censer which encases a highly radioactive rock that is believed to have fallen from the sky as a gift from Atom himself. Zhelk uses this as a flail-like weapon to attack enemies and the radiation it emits, which is quite potent, more often than not is enough to make them succumb. Those that bear Atom’s gift and are immune, however, would be unaffected: which is where the large metal spikes come in.

Occupation(s): Wandering Atomic Monk, and Prophet of Atom

Faction: Chuch of The Children of Atom

Backstory: Zhelk was originally known by another name, and was once a young impudent wastelander who happened upon the first of Atom’s worshippers, long before even the city of Megaton was constructed. He was at first, of course, highly skeptical of the cult and its practices and even outright dismissive. After unknowingly drinking highly contaminated water, he was shown a series of lucid visions so potent and so impossible to explain that it was utterly impossible for him to deny the reality of Atom any longer. He threw himself wholeheartedly into his new faith, and his piety and zealotry outshone even many of his fellow brothers and sisters in the church.

Eventually, he was forced to leave due to his...unnatural worship practices, most of which even his fellow Children of Atom thought too extreme. These included refusing to bathe in anything but the most putrid irradiated water and regularly scrubbing himself with pollutants, radioactive substances, and all manner of foul concoctions in hope of gaining favor with Atom. He was not born with an immunity to radiation, and his body swiftly began showing signs of decay and unnatural sickness. However, despite constantly appearing as if he was at death’s door, he never died, and indeed eventually began to thrive off the substances he regularly imbued, which made him all the more convinced that Atom had looked on him with favor. He has now crossed the line and become something not wholly human, but also not entirely inhuman either. He is not quite a ghoul, but is almost certainly a form of one. Ferals he has encountered do not attack him, and indeed he has found that like many of the so-called “Glowing Ones” he too can manipulate and use radiation as both a source of healing, and to call down upon his enemies. Where he trods, Atom's glow follows and he is almost a living conduit of radioactivity.

Since his conversion, Zhelk has wandered the wasteland spreading the word of Atom and has become something of a legend within the Children of Atom. Some have heard of the “Wandering Radiation Monk” and welcome him with open arms as a prophet and great holy man, others fear and shun him thinking he is some kind of demon. It doesn’t matter to him either way however, he knows the truth of Atom. He has seen his holy light, and felt his presence. There can be no doubt: Atom is the one true god of this world, and all must serve him.

Name: Gorge

Age: He honestly doesn’t know or care.

Race: FEV-II Super Mutant

Sex: Refers to itself as male

Skills: Armorer, Heavy Gunner, Survival, Animal Friend, Repair, Energy Weapons.

Physical Description: Gorge stands about 9’8” and weighs nearly 772 Lbs. his skin is an olive drab color with splotches of grey across his chest. His body, like all super mutants, is mostly muscle with 75% of his body weight being muscle, 10% bone and soft tissue, and 5% fat. He has no hair and his eyes are grey in color. His skin is rough with wrinkles that cover most of his body and calluses that linger on his hands and feet. His voice can be a bit dry but due to his rather high intelligence, he does have a good vocabulary that seems to surprise the citizens of the common wealth. It should also be noted he has a branding on his right shoulder of the BOS symbol with a few numbers listed below it that are his serial number of sorts.



Personality: Gorge can be a bit brash towards others as well as blunt. He doesn’t beat around the bush and likes to get straight to the point. He understands that due to what he is, most if not all others are untrustworthy if not straight out hostile towards him, but does want to make friends occasionally. He prefers the company of ghouls who like him won’t die of old age as far as he knows and they like radiation like he does. He also tries to be approachable even through being intimidating, most people here in the common wealth aren’t used to a smart Super mutant and he does like to share his stories from time to time.

Weapons & armor/clothing:
- He wears what looks to be a modified brother hood of steel’s standard knight’s grey and black T-60 power armor that covers most of his body and his head without blocking his senses, its modified to be a bit larger to fit him. The armor does have a compass, Geiger counter, a red head lamp, a radio communicator, and it uses small fusion cells to power them. He cannot take all of it off or put all of it on without help. It has been modified to slowly adjust to his growth for a number of years still to come. Although his skin does show through some gaps in the armor, he usually wears a cloak that covers most of the exposed skin. He has noted that most other people seem to think his modified large armor is either very new or very old depending on the person.
- He carries a modified laser rifle that allows him to wield it like a pistol. Not very accurate but he makes do with it.
- Gorge also favors heavy weapons like his main weapon, a modified Gatling laser. Mods include Beam Focuser, Boosted gamma wave emitter, large grip and trigger, and extra ammo storage for easier reloads.
- When it comes to Melee, he prefers to simply use his armored fists and increased strength.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Captain in “The Masters Army” / Shock Trooper in the Brotherhood of Steel – Rank: Knight Captain / Caravan Guard / Wanderer

Faction: Formerly - the Master’s army - BOS / Currently – Looking For Group

Backstory: Gorge like other super mutants, doesn’t know who he was before his change, all he can remember is the pain. He was turned in 2163 and added to the ranks of the master’s army in California. During his time with them, the master realized that Gorge’s intelligence had not suffered like most of the others and in some aspects seemed to increase slightly. He was with them for some time before realizing what the master’s plan was. It bothered him for some time before he told the others he was going on a long range patrol looking for far away vaults with a group of others who felt the same.

He did receive one thing from the master he is thankful for, he was given a shot of a strange liquid the master said was experimental. The shot made him sick with extreme pain for many months after but didn’t kill him and after it was done he no longer felt the constant pain that the others felt. A pain that was accused of causing older mutants to become insane. It did not take him long to figure out the drug had extreme side effects as many of the others that were given it either experienced no change, or experienced extreme pain to the point of near instantaneous insanity.

So along with himself and the other mutants that chose to come along they set out east. It turned out to be a good idea, after a few years of slow travel they happened upon a group of Brotherhood of Steel soldiers. These soldiers engaged them and seemed to be impressed when they showed tactics and strategies that far surpassed the other super mutants they have encountered. After a tense cease fire the brotherhood of steel and his group of super mutants came to an agreement and where all drafted into the brotherhood of steel as shock troopers.

Most of the enemy’s he encountered in these trying times were robots or raiders. His squad was tasked with search and destroy missions, given a single point of reference and leaving for weeks at a time to destroy or capture specific objectives, locations, resources, or even people. This job was fun until it wasn’t. They were given an objective to collect an old world artillery piece for an airship only to find it gone by the time they got there and were subsequently ambushed. Gorge was the only one to make it out of the ambush and proceeded back to base with a failed mission.

However, when he got back to base it was deserted. Strewn bodies on the ground and weapon scorched walls of the camp where the first bad signs of what was to come. It only took him a little longer to figure out that he was alone, the base was abandoned, all radio channels were down or not talking, and he did not have the slightest idea of where they would have gone. He stayed there, at that place for a little while longer, gathering supplies and repairing his armor, clinging to the hope that someone would return like he did and he wouldn’t have to be alone. But alas, no one came other than the occasional scavenger.

So Gorge left, taking what supplies he would need and headed south. He was alone, this was not the first experience of this but the first in a long time. He hated it, constantly on the lookout, being chased and tracked by all manner of creatures that at the very least left him alone after seeing what he was, except death claws. In turn, he also hunted down a few raider camps and other lawless people, at least the brotherhood instilled some sense of justice in him. Stopping occasionally at settlements to trade, acquire maps, local knowledge, and the odd contract to clear out raiders or wildlife from certain areas or important structures for caps. He rarely took off his armor when at such places, brushing off questions with the explanation of a knight that got a little lost.

He did this for a few seasons, wandering the waste lands and helping out where he could but never feeling comfortable staying anywhere for too long. And on one stormy night near what once was Atlanta, he happened upon a fire fight. Raiders were attacking a caravan and seemed to be winning. It did not take him long to step up and take a good position killing off most of the raiders in a surprise attack, the rest fled a short time later with the unexpected surprise ruining their ambush. Gorge checked on the survivors and when he was sure they were all right he proceeded to leave before a raspy voice offered to pay him to stay. A ghoul named Harold offered him a job and a place among the others in the caravan, with most of their guards being killed and Gorge not really having anything else to do, he accepted. He traveled with them for many seasons, a rather rag tag group really. A few ghouls, a couple way ward slaves with broken collars, a few humans from all walks of life, and now a super mutant in Brotherhood of steel armor.

Everything went rather smoothly for a while, the caravan he was with prospered from better protection and intimidation for better prices. Gorge seemed to have finally found another group he was comfortable with and was glad to have some friends again. But a lesson he learned long ago was about to repeat itself, nothing lasts forever. They found themselves wandering through the common wealth on their way south to diamond city when yet again they were ambushed. This time it was different, this time they were super mutants. He was doing a good job at holding off the hounds and other mutants that charged forward. That was until one of them got a lucky rocket off that blew up a car next to him. The explosion pushed him back into a wall and the small two story building collapsed on him.

Other: He still has his holo-tag from the BOS and he can play the guitar and sing rather well... for a super mutant. However, he has to make his own guitar usually due to the size of his hands.

Name: Giraud

Age: 55 51

Appearance: Giraud is a rough-looking man with a full head of gray hair, a scraggy beard, and blue eyes. He walks with a limp due to an old leg injury, using a pole hook as a cane.

Race: Caucasian

Sex: Male

Skills: Giraud is an experienced fisherman and boatman the greatest fisherman and boatman in Far Harbor, having speared and hooked everything from salmon to Mirelurk Kings Queens. He is also an adept mechanic and handyman, having kept his boat, the Lisette, running for almost thirty years having completely rebuilt his ship, the Lisette, at least three times following its destruction. He is fairly fit and hardy of constitution for his age despite his drinking habit, but an old leg injury has left him unable to move quickly or nimbly.

Personality: Friendly and lively despite his age, Giraud's fire has yet to dim. He is an opportunist, always on the lookout for finding new opportunities for profit and trade. His most notable characteristic, and the one he is most well known for in Far Harbor, however, is his penchant for telling tall tales, eagerly exaggerating and embellishing his admittedly not-unimpressive achievements telling completely true stories of the many accomplishments in his life.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Giraud wears a longshoreman's outfit and hat and carries a double-barrel shotgun and a pole hook, which also serves as a walking cane. His ship, the Lisette, is further armed with a deck-mounted harpoon gun with a motorized winch.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Once a fisherman, heartbreaker lover, and hunter, now a fisherman, boatman, and prospective trader.

Faction: Far Harbor. Sort of.

Backstory: For all his boasting, Giraud does not discuss much of his past. From his tall tales, however, the inhabitants of Far Harbor have pieced together that he was born and raised in Southwest Harbor, during a time when the fog had receded. He never married, but it is known that he loved a woman named Lisette, and has spent most of his life as a fisherman, trapper, and hunter. About ten years prior, he had an ill-fated close encounter with a Mirelurk Hunter that mangled his right leg, an injury that never properly healed and left him slow of gait, forcing him to focus less on hunting and more on fishing, where his hindered mobility is not an issue- and where his walking aid makes him even more capable.

Giraud is a man shrouded in mystery, a seasoned veteran of the land who does not divulge his past easily. And it was a Fog Crawler that mangled his leg.