[b]Name:[/b] John Doe, Esquire

[b]Date of Birth:[/b] Fun fact, the average age of a US Army soldier today is 27-35

[b]Sex:[/b] Feel free to add gender identity as well if relevant

[b]Appearance:[/b] Description or image is fine

[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Do you even know?

[b]Path:[/b] Knight, Lancer, or Scribe; Knights will focus on combat, Lancers will be pilots, drivers, and mechanics, Scribes will be our our research and engineers (medic, hacker, or other intel can live here, too)

[b]Rank:[/b] Knight/Lancer-Sergeant or Lower; Senior Scribe or lower

[b]Equipment:[/b] Think of your path. Knights likely carry more weapons, armor, and ammo, while a Lancer likely has more tools/navigation supplies, and Scribes are the most likely to justify bringing a book. Also, remember that the more gear you carry the heavier your character will be. It's going to be pretty hard to stealth through an alley with a minigun, hunting rifle, and laser musket. For good measure, give us a sense of how you carry everything (Fjallraven bags are pretty groovy).

[B]Notable Talents:[/B] Give me three strengths or abilities we're likely to see from your character.

[b]Laughable Failings:[/b] Make us laugh with three weaknesses or personality defects that will likely come forward in the game.

[b]Personality:[/b] What makes you tick? Does your character hate anything not necessarily human, or do they just go along with the Brotherhood? This helps us understand how your character sees the world and may act in the future. Please include how your characters feels about authority.

[b]Short Background:[/b] Everyone has a story. Tell us the parts relevant to who your character is today and how they ended up here. Let's go ahead and assume this iteration of the Brotherhood is relatively progressive, so don't shy away from interesting origins.

Name: Dr. Harper Diane Kinsley

Date of Birth: 13-07-2241 (43 years old)

Sex: Female

Appearance:



Dr. Kinsley stands at an average height of 5’4 with a thin and borderline scrawny build. Her skin is pale, and not in an attractive porcelain way, more that the colour has been drained from her - through lack of sleep, and poor nutrition, constant worry and a general feeling of indifference to really take care of herself. Despite all of this, she is no old looking woman, quite the opposite in fact - her good and healthy methods earlier in life have left her skin in good shape and she has only a few wrinkles - most prominently around her eyes. At first glance, it is easy to pass Harper off as having always looked dishevelled, but once a person looks hard enough, they can see that a beautiful and happy woman once lived inside of the cracked shell.

The clues are in the way she does sincerely smile - it’s the smile that used to light up a family home, and her laughter was the music. Her body was once more womanly; she carried and bore a daughter, gave life and love in abundance, but such selflessness has been stripped away, taking with it streaks of auburn from her hair - leaving behind framing strands of grey. Her hair falls to the middle of her back in loose waves with a side swept fringe.

Whatever authority and confidence that Harper once spoke with, like much of the rest of her attributes, has withered. She is now incredibly soft spoken, speaking quietly most of the time. One would be a fool to think that she is soft at heart, however, for what her voice lacks, her eyes make way for. Her blue, wide eyes can very quickly command the energy that does not project in her voice - and many have learned this the hard way, that fire can indeed take hold of water.

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Place of Birth: New California Republic

Path: Scribe

Rank: Scribe

Equipment:
Chowder
Clothing
Weapons
Roll of Surgical Tools (Inside satchel)
First Aid Kit (Inside satchel)
Bottles of Sterilising Equipment (Inside satchel)
Mysterious Vial

Notable Talents:
Medical Hero

Everyday I’m Puzzlin’

Smart Cookie


Laughable Failings:
Unfiltered Honesty

Hard of Hearing

Insomniac


Personality:
A natural intellectual, her way of thinking offers a lot of insight into the world around her, but for the most part, Dr. Kinsley sees that world as an intrusion to her innermost thoughts. She is guilty of absent-mindedness when her interest is captured, usually by a puzzle of some kind, she can forget where she is entirely to the point of rudeness. She is private, withdrawn, and shy and so very little is known of her, just that she is good at what she does and does it without much of a fuss.

What is known, however, is that she is direct in her communication, and does not mince her words. It is not too much of a secret that Dr. Kinsley sees the world as meaningless, her eyes are often glazed over with gloom and that transcends in her social interactions. When one is so indifferent to the world around them, it can be liberating in that one can say what they like without fear of consequence. It is less appealing to those around her, even if in a way, her downhearted comments and topics of conversation are somewhat endearing.

Her honesty can also be refreshing, between the lines of melancholy, there is often genuinely helpful nuggets of wisdom that most certainly come from the warmth that she does have left, particularly for those who make an effort to get to know her beyond her outward quirks.

Life isn’t all a spiral of darkness, and there are brief moments where Dr. Kinsley will light up with joy, and smile from her heart. In those moments, colour seems to momentarily return and she possesses a maternal grace that hasn’t completely left her. But yes, those moments are fleeting and rare — but the longer she spends with people, being useful, the more such moments beat back the darkness.

Short Background:

Name: Moses 'Motherfucker' Jones

Date of Birth: 35

Sex: Male

Appearance:



Moses Jones stands at a height of 6'1, with a strong upper body due to his mechanical laboring. His frizzy hair is often held back by a circlet of cloth. His eyes are green, with some scarring along the left eye that looks like it might have been caused by shrapnel. The skin along his arms have marks from clawing at his own skin while on jet, and he has the mosquito pricked appearance of faded needle wounds along his left leg. He has a warm smile, a warm enough smile that you can almost believe this man became something of a wasteland folk hero in his early days, despite all the chem use.

He speaks in a relaxed baritone, with some vocal inflections inspired by his childhood hero, Three Dog. He'll often avoid looking you in the eyes, afraid you'll take this as a threat. He often leans when standing and even when sitting he manages to give the air of leaning.

Place of Birth: Moses Jones was born in Pittsburgh/The Pitt.

Path: Lancer

Rank: Lancer

Equipment:

OldBoy: The nickname Jones gave to his revolver, it's loaded with HE rounds and kicks like a mule, so it's not entirely practical, but if you really want to take control of a situation, there are worse ways than blowing the first man to protests head open like a watermelon.

Silver Case: A silver briefcase, rather large that Moses has strapped to his back sort of like a backpack. It's not as convenient, but it's far better than trying to carry a bunch of bouncing explosives in a sack.

Pipebomb bandolier: Unless otherwise equipped with grenades, Moses typically carries at least four pipebombs strapped to his chest. These are a horrific mix of a flashbang and a fragmentation explosive, often disorienting and maiming if not outright killing.

Landmines: Moses never goes anywhere without mines. They've saved him in several sticky situations and they're fairly easy to locate, disarm, and manufacture even out of a lunchbox in The Wasteland.

Door charge: Moses has developed door charges, to the horror of everyone.
Tools: Moses carries various tools, such as wirecutters, wrenches, and anything else he might need to repair something.

Notable Talents: Demolition Expert: Moses Jones loves bombs. He is capable, given time and resources, making just about any bomb you could think of. He's also very capable of throwing them at you.

Vertibird Mechanic: Jones has learned to repair his own vertibird, and some of that skill translates to repairs on other vehicles as well. He can also fly a vertibird.
Guerilla Tactician: Due to his early history, Jones is more than capable of using basic guerilla tactics to wear down enemies and besides his bombs, he can manufacture pit traps, trip wires, and the classic "cans dangling from the ceiling" alarm system.

Laughable Failings:

Psycho: Due to his own sense of justice, Jones cannot let wrongs stay in front of him. He would rather blow himself and everyone else around him, up, than let a single raider run off scott free. He also tends to solve problems rather violently if provoked.

Chem addict: Jones is addicted to various chems, his favorites being psycho, jet, and med-x, though he's mostly gotten past that part of his life. The main thing that keeps this under control is that in the BoS, there isn't ready access and no one believese his "my stomach really hurts" story.

Poor Impulse Control: Jones often acts on instinct or in the moment. Unfortunately his impulses tend to be rather dangerous.

Personality:
Jones likes to fuck with people. He'll throw duds to see his friends reactions when they think it's about to go off, he'll put their hands in cold water while they're sleeping, and he'll date their exes as a sort of running joke. He's fairly daring and often asks to take front in Vertibird formations. He likes to make cracks while flying too, going by his radio handle of "Big Mofo".

He's hard to calm down when angry. His life experience leads him to treat injustice as something that needs to be utterly destroyed and he often won't understand imprisoning anyone. He's impulsive and will do things just to see what happens. He loves chaos, explosions, beer, and dogs.

Short Background: Moses Jones was born in Pittsburgh in 2252. His mother was a jet addict and his father was abusive. He spent hours working in manufacturing weapons, and explosives that were easier to make with small hands for the Arena and defense of The Pitt. Raised under these circumstances, Moses ran away from home at the age of fourteen and never saw his family again. Not all was lost though. He gained something of a reputation.

He reached the Capital Wasteland three years later, [insert date], and settled for a while in a half collapsed building outside Megaton. One night, he saw a woman and her brahmin being harassed by six raiders. Snapping, he threatened them with a grenade he'd found in the ruins he lived in. They laughed, and approached. What he hadn't told them was he had planted mines there.

The tale spread quickly, starting with the woman he had saved. She described him as heroic, tall, handsome, and spoke glowlingly of the time she had spent in his shelter, him dressing her wounds from the explosion and talking about his family life.

What was true was different. He'd lied about his family. They were awful. He had treated her, but it was by pure coincidence she'd healed correctly. He'd been polite booting her out, but she had described him as flirting with her before she left.

The legend overtook Moses Jones. He'd been told, whiskey in hand, that a local settlement was harassed by Billy Joes Rough Raiders. He ignored this before one of their gang showed up to start bar fights. Jones beat the man to an inch of his life, then dragged him outside with a rope around his neck to beat the shit out of him again.

The stories differed on what actually happened after. There were claims that he had lead the man to Rough Raiders with tnt strapped to him, a twisted version of wasteland justice, but justice all the same. What had actually happened was, while drunk, he had stumbled onto Rough Raider territory. Too drunk to use his gun, he'd ran off, tossing mines behind him. What he hadn't known about was the local gasline. The explosion took out a large chunk of the road and, by sheer coincidence, most of Rough Raiders home base. The survivors, as they were, retired from their raiding careers almost universally.

He was far more careful with future engagements. His "attacks" had lead to him ending on various Raider shit lists. Due to the way raiders tended to refer to him moments before their homes were reduced to debris and a flame, he began to be known as "Motherfucker Jones!" This name took, and by the time he reached the age of 18 years, telling anyone in a tavern he was the Motherfucker Jones would get him free drinks. He developed guerilla tactics during this time, often changing his sleeping cycle to keep his enemies on their toes, moving from location to location, and sometimes letting Raiders he'd captured go free to tell the others (they often had a bomb collar strapped to their necks and would explode after relaying this information). Fighting raiders was stressful, so he often found himself stealing chems, particularly jet, to calm his nerves when he had to disarm a mine, re-arm a mine, or even light a pipebomb fuse.

Things escalated. Jones chem use resulted in him being far, far more willing to get dirty and he took things too far when he crashed a raider wedding with teargas. This resulted in a major war between himself and The Hellboys. The Hellboys, riding modified Harley Davidson hovercycles, claimed the "highways" (really blasted ruins) of D.C were under their jurisdiction. Jones disagreed. The roads towards Rivet Town and Megaton slowly started to become a warzone. Caravans on the road from Megaton to Rivet city had to be redirected due to small craters, giblets, and an increased Raider presence. To Jones credit, he marked the locations he had placed mines (some of them are still there to this day).

When the mines finally focused more towards The Hellboys, the Brotherhood of Steel stepped in. Jones had been mostly under their radar, operating outside of civilized society, but with his actions leading to some innocent casualties, countless pre-war relics being destroyed, and a trade issue, they had to step in. Through Three-dog radio, they managed to convince him to both stand down and meet. After he somehow managed to call in through Threedogs own radio system and request cigarettes, they reluctantly agreed.

Moses Jones was treated fairly well, but he did not adapt well to following rather than directing his own fate. Over the years, his attitude improved somewhat, though he always had the edge of a chem abuser and wastelander, relapsing even into his thirties. However while his violent tendencies and hair trigger temper lead to him being booted from the Knight program, his mechanical ability, sense of humor, and generally loyal attitude lent him to a position as a Lancer. He was trained as a Vertibird pilot and surprisingly, was rather good at it.