[hider=Dr. Darya Sadeghi] [center][h2][b]Doctor Darya Sadeghi[/b][/h2] [hider=Darya Sadeghi][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/80fbc21e7c2349ec3a0ac4c7fe26a5a8/tumblr_omnnieay8H1si41yfo1_1280.jpg[/img][/hider] [b]Team Leader[/b][/center] [h3]Personal Stats[/h3] [b]Age and Date of Birth:[/b] 53 - February 15th, 2231 [b]Gender:[/b] Female [b]Species:[/b] Human [b]Profession:[/b] Medical Doctor [h3]Psychological History[/h3] [b]Motivations and Outlook (Personality):[/b] Darya has always desired to see change in the world. Even when she was a teenager trying to survive among the gangs of the boneyard, she always wanted to help. To make things better. That's just who she is. That's how she's always been. As a doctor, she always strives to be reassuring with a sharp mind and a warm heart. She thinks of her patients almost as her children and will defend them to the death if necessary. Darya shows the same fierce loyalty to her friends. A follower at heart, Darya will always use violence as a final resort and will often go out of her to make sure no one gets hurt. However, if there is work to be done, one would be wise not to find themselves in her scope. [b]Backstory:[/b] [hider= Backstory] Darya Sadeghi was born the youngest of two in The Boneyard, New California Republic on February 15, 2231. Her parents were gangsters, running with a gang called the Bloody 13s. The Boneyard of Darya's childhood was a warzone, subjected to constant gang violence. Drugs, prostitution, slavery. There were few safe ports in this storm of a city. One of those ports was the Followers of the Apocalypse. Despite the inherent violence of the boneyard, Darya always saw their members braving the danger to deliver food and medicine to everyone that would accept it. No matter what gang they were in and no matter what they looked like. This compassion in a city where virtually none existed intrigued young Darya. She began to follow members of the followers around whenever she saw them. Being a curious and sociable child, most of their members welcomed her company and even gave her small tasks to help out. While virtually everyone in the boneyard respected the followers, Darya's mother feared their influence would turn her daughter soft. She began to keep a closer eye on Darya with the help of Darya's older brother, Samson. Samson was born for the gang life it seemed and thrived in the brutality, even as a teenager. He also felt that Darya might be weakened by the follower's influence. And in the life of boneyard gangsters, being weak was what got you killed. So the young girl felt herself pulled between two worlds. Her duty to her family and her gang and her heart's desire to learn from the followers. As she got older, the 13s trained her in the ways of killing. Whether she liked it or not. She became adept with pistols and SMGs by the time she was 14. She also showed a natural knack for rifle marksmanship and was often tasked as a lookout for more valuable 13s operations. Darya killed for the first time on her 15th birthday. Despite her gang gradually turning her into a respectable member of the 13s, she still found time to sneak away and work with the followers. That's about as rebellious as a gangster can get. Now that she was older, they taught her first aid and about agriculture and history. She soaked it all up. Darya knew in her heart she belonged with these people. Her life would take a dramatic turn when she was 17. The bloody 13s entered a gang war with a rival called the Neon Rippers. And in the first week of fighting, both her parents were gunned down in an ambush. Their deaths rocked Darya to her core. She and her parents hadn't always been the closest. Her mother was a tough and sometimes mean woman, one of the the 13s top lieutenants. Her father was a strict disciplinarian who commanded respect, in the gang and at home. She always had difficulty getting along with them. Despite that, they always did what was best for her and she knew that. For the first time in her life, Darya understood the rage of battle. She and Samson led the counterattacks against the neon rippers, gunning down dozens of them in the next months. But the 13s were losing the war and Darya's mentors with the followers saw it. The Bloody 13s would be wiped out if they didn't concede and no Bloody 13 had ever surrendered in the gang's history. After weeks of pleading, the followers convinced Darya to leave the gang behind. And in turn, Darya convinced Samson. They took refuge with the followers. A month later, the Bloody 13s had all but been wiped out. Now without a gang and the grief of her parents loss still fresh, Darya threw herself into working for the followers. She learned all she could and helped out wherever she was needed. Samson had a harder time adjusting but soon found a role as a guard in their facilities. Darya started to attend Angel's Boneyard Medical University when she just 19. They were desperate for good doctors and Darya was eager to learn all she could. She and Samson remained in the boneyard for another six years while she earned her doctorate, doing what they could to make the boneyard a better place. Samson became a seeker, a follower who braves danger in search of knowledge. When Darya finally earned her doctorate, they put in for a transfer east. It was time they left the boneyard. The siblings traveled all across the NCR, gaining experience and helping those who needed it. Eventually, Darya joined Samson as a seeker, specializing in medical equipment. They traveled everywhere from the coast to Utah to the edge of legion territory and back. They faced danger in many of the places they visited and honed their skills. Samson became an expert in mechanics as the years went on and every week Darya learned something new about medicine. Then one day their wandering ended very abruptly. The year was 2270. The pair had been with the followers for over twenty years now and neither of them were getting any younger. They had entered an abandoned hospital that was rumored to be filled with raiders. There was also rumors of almost perfectly intact medical machinery that would be vital to certain follower outposts. They entered the facility and began clearing it. Despite getting up in the years, these raiders were nowhere near as proficient as the siblings. But they just a bit more smart than expected. Samson opened a door a little too quickly, not noticing the series of explosives attached to a trip wire... The grenades went off and killed Samson almost instantly. His body took the brunt of the force but what remained ripped Darya's left arm off and cut the left side of her face up. She was thrown from the building and fell two stories into a pile of rubble below. Through sheer luck and grit, she managed to crawl her way to safety and encountered a caravan passing by. They took her back to the outpost where she was able to avoid dying from blood loss. That was her last day as a seeker. Darya hired a small group of mercenaries to clear out the rest of the raiders and retrieve her brothers body. He had outlived their parents. But 42 was still too young to die. Darya buried her brother and moved on, back west towards the heartlands of the NCR. Following her brother's death, she worked solely as a physician. She still traveled, but gone were the days of delving into ruins for lost technology. She just didn't have the heart. Eventually, Darya was able to obtain a robotic prosthetic through some friends and a significant amount of caps. It was bulky and a little unsightly, but it was nice to have two hands again. For years she moved from post to post, treating those she could. Then one day, she heard stories of a woman in oregon who could walk through a lake of liquid radiation and come out the otherside unharmed. Initially she dismissed these absurd claims, as any logical person would. Then a seeker came with a strand of her hair. The follower scientists tested it and showed it to her. Immunity. True immunity, no mutation, no sickness. If they could find this woman, the amount of good they could do. That's when Darya started to put a team together. [/hider] [b]Flaws: [/b] Old Joints: Darya can't move like she used to. Decades of hard living plus an explosion or two will do that to ya. Fragile: Darya was never the strongest of women, even less so now. If anyone gets in her face, it won't take much to lay her out. [b]Relationships and Reputation: [/b] Darya's Father [Deceased]: A strict and hard man, but Darya loved him. Darya's Mother [Deceased]: Meaner and even tougher than her father, Darya greatly respected her mother and knew she only wanted what was best for her. Samson [Deceased]: Perhaps Darya's best friend. A part of her died when he did. The Followers of the Apocalypse: Darya has dedicated her life to the followers and would do most anything to keep their creed alive. [b]Opinions on Team: [/b](To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.) [h3]Skills and Equipment[/h3] [b]Skills: [/b] - Experienced Doctor - Skilled Sharpshooter - Well versed in medical technology - Widely traveled, expert navigator [b]Weapons:[/b] - Primary: Custom .308 Scoped Hunting Rifle, "Euthanasia" is finely carved into it's stock. - Secondary: A worn 10mm SMG. - Melee: A simple combat knife. [b]Armor/Clothes: [/b] - Modified wasteland doctor fatigues (A leather pauldron on the right shoulder along with some bracers and other odd pieces of leather armor.) - Stormchaser Hat - A simple brown pack, laden with medical supplies as well as the Follower of the Apocalypse logo. Personal belongings: - A family picture - Engraved Harmonica [b]Misc:[/b] Darya's arm is silver in coloration and sheen. She makes it a point to keep it well oiled and clean.[/hider]