Age and Date of Birth: 53 - February 15th, 2231

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Profession: Medical Doctor



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

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.

Backstory:



Flaws:

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.

Relationships and Reputation:

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.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills:

- Experienced Doctor
- Skilled Sharpshooter
- Well versed in medical technology
- Widely traveled, expert navigator

Weapons:

- Primary: Custom .308 Scoped Hunting Rifle, "Euthanasia" is finely carved into it's stock.
- Secondary: A worn 10mm SMG.
- Melee: A simple combat knife.

Armor/Clothes:
- 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

Misc: Darya's arm is silver in coloration and sheen. She makes it a point to keep it well oiled and clean.

Age and Date of Birth: January 19 2070

Gender: Male

Species: Supermutant — Mariposan strain, stealthboy affected physiology

Profession: Odd job man



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Avery is a nightkin leading to a specific set of traits in his personality. He still firmly believes in the master's vision of Unity where all men are united as mutants. Similarly, like all nightkin he has a serious case of schizophrenia. This crushes the demeanour of a once calm, and collected supermutant into becoming an anxious, irritable mess.

Backstory: Gail was born just before the Great War, his parents bringing him to a vault where he was spared nuclear hellfire. He lived happily raising a famil of his own, but history would not let him escape a second disaster. When the Master's army formed, he was one of the many vault dwellers it kidnapped to subsequently dip in forced evolutionary virus. An intelligent man in his past life, he was also rather small and came out as such in comparison to other supermutants. Combined with losing much of his memory, he become a good servant of the master, and following many successful raids on foes of Unity he became a natural candidate for joining the ranks of nightkin.

As time went on however, the Unity made powerful enemies in the Brotherhood of Steel and the proto-NCR. Coming into conflict with them, it eventually collapsed with the death of the Master. Gail followed the Gammorin army that formed out of the Master's army almost all the way until the Midwest, until fighting a raider band he got isolated for days whilst evading them, eventually left behind by the rest of the army. With that he went back West, there eventually finding home in Jacobstown with other supermutants. This however was not something he could sustain. He had far too much difficulty inhibiting his violence and getting along with much of the rest of the community despite them likewise being mutants. This prompted him to go further West yet again, to seek out the ruins of Mariposa. There he lived for some time, pondering his past. He was surprised to find at some point a human that did not shoot at him passing by, an event that gave him the confidence to eventually find a community where he offered to do physical labours in exchange for a small amount of food and caps. In spending short times with settlements that could be reasonable enough to not attempt to kill him on site Avery found that this way he could still find a sense of community that he missed with the collapse of the Master's army, whilst still not having the frustration that he so often had spending long periods of time around people following his nightkin schizophrenia being developed.

Recently a more lucrative gig popped up, and when he surprisingly found that they were accepting of super-mutants he was glad to accept it.

Flaws: The flaws of Avery can be summarized with the fact he is a nightkin. He has schizophrenia, is hated by much of the wasteland for simply existing, and he has pecuiliar views on the world that make cooperating with non mutated wastelanders very difficult.

Relationships and Reputation: As all mutants, Avery doesn't have many positive relationships with people. Communities of all sorts ostracize him for his mere existence. At the same time, he struggles to get along with other people, including fellow mutants as his schizophrenia gets in the way. At the same time, he is marginally better off in dealing with humans as he has come to believe that though all humans should be dipped in FEV as per with wisdom of the Unity, they should be taught that this is a matter they should do voluntarily. As such, he has worked many jobs as a mercenary and odd job man in the North of the NCR and surrounding territories.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills: As all nightkin, Avery's skills lie largely in sneaking, and violence. As a former elite of the Master's army he learned the basics of things like first aid, but only marginally more than the average wastelander. He can lockpick and do some basic hacking that has been needed to help get close to targets of assassination.

Weapons:

- Primary: Sniper rifle
- Secondary: Nothing
- Melee: A rebar club

Armor/Clothes: Scraps of miscellanous clothing all sewn together to make a patchwork of many, many pockets to hold things, largely his great supply of stealth boys. For protection he relies on the natural improvements supermutants had over humans.

Personal belongings: A book with notes on his past.

Misc: (Anything you want to add that's not covered in the CS)

Personal Stats

Age and Date of Birth:

24 - July 21st, 2260

Gender:

Male

Species:

Human

Profession:

Freelance Merc

Psychological History

Motivations and Outlook: Thomas is a man who if given the chance to grow up anywhere or any way other than the place and way he did he would almost certainly be someone else altogether. He was always a little too thoughtful and soft for his circumstances. In his teens he always seemed to feel more guilt and trepidation than his peers about the things they did to survive. This was made worse by his knack for the crap that made him feel so conflicted inside. When pushed to a fist or gunfight he was quick and brutal and for someone who had little other prospects or talent, being so good at something made him almost proud. Proud but also ashamed.

This conflict is one of the primary driving forces of who he is today. A man who is only really skilled at things that make him dislike himself. He has a sense of rightness that often conflicts with what he does for a living and this more than anything else has brought him misery and misfortune throughout his life.

A thoughtful, quiet and generous seeming man who finds what little solace he can in the rare books he manages to get his hands on. Few employers expect to meet the man they do when they hear tell of the bloodbaths he has left behind. It doesn’t take much of a trained eye for folk to see that this man isn’t who he wants to be.

Backstory: Thomas was born and dragged up in Vegas and the surrounding area, the son of a local tribe whose people moved in and around Vegas. They relied on their freedom of movement to both hunt game and protect against raids from rival tribes. The entirety of his life has been spent in conflict of varied intensity. From occasional skirmishes to full on genocide.

Despite this his early life was one of relatively good fortune. Unlike a great many people he had two loving parents who protected him and taught him things of import. Being in such a violent landscape this included combat training from a very early age. Enemies would attempt to kidnap or kill the children of the tribe in order to weaken them and make them easier to exploit down the line. As such personal and group defense was paramount. Despite this life of near constant brutality there was also beauty and camaraderie in the tribe. Stories were told of great hunts and battles. Stories of shared victory and loss. They were close knit and one person's woes were felt by them all.

That all ended for Thomas just as he hit his teens, when Mr. House awakened from hibernation and began pushing tribes out of Vegas. He ignited a level of warfare that even battle-hardened clans such as Thomas’ hadn’t ever seen before. They survived for a year or two, fighting off more enemies in those two years than they had in the entire previous decade. Sadly they lost a large amount of their number, including Thomas’ father. When three large rival tribes formed an alliance to wipe the rest of them out they stood no chance. Too proud to flee, every man, woman and most of the teens were killed in battle or captured and executed not too long after. What few children and teenagers remained were taken under the protection of The Followers of Apocalypse. They had arrived two years previously and maintained a presence due to N.C.R protection. Thomas and many other war survivors were kept safeguarded and fed in the Old Mormon Fort.

Thus began a new chapter in Thomas’ life. Under the temporary protection of the F.O.A he was taught to read and count, the former he grew to love upon his introduction to written stories. His favourites were the ones with heroes. Their values often reminded him of those of the tribe and solidified in him a desire to hold to a personal creed.

His time with the F.O.A unfortunately didn’t last too long. The alliance between them and the N.C.R fractured and eventually broke and with it went a lot of their resources and manpower. With heavy hearts they were forced to begin rationing their aid. More and more war refugees were going to them for help, many of them very young and so those not in immediate danger or who were just old enough to possibly survive on their own like Thomas had to leave to make way for those who surely wouldn’t.

Finding himself back in the middle of an active war zone with few skills aside from fighting and reading he did the only thing he could think of to survive. He joined a gang. He wanted to join the merc group the F.O.A had hired to go out and rescue refugees but to them he was still an untested kid. With no reputation and being barely fifteen years old there wasn’t a single local merc group that would take him on. The gangs had no such reservations.

The following several years laid a brutal pattern of violence, attempted companionship and betrayal. At this point Thomas had no real problem with killing and looting as long as it didn’t feel incredibly wrong or unjust. Vegas was still dog eat dog and those who couldn’t defend themselves and kill their enemies either found protection or died quickly. It seemed every gang he fell in with though ultimately asked him to do something he couldn’t. Kill a child or a defenseless parent. Force people into slavery. Cannibalism... Every time he felt like he might have found a new clan he had some sort of morality-related falling out and at best had to go his own way. Usually though such a rejection was seen as a betrayal of the gang and he was forced to kill his former crew or let them kill him. He was lonely but never suicidal, and due to his time facing vastly superior numbers as a tribal he knew how to survive against smaller gangs, especially since he was usually among their better killers.

Unfortunately for quite some time it was damn near impossible to survive in Vegas without being in a faction so this pattern repeated itself over and over again. Eventually Thomas was forced to kill a lover who felt he’d betrayed her when he decided to leave the gang over its rampant chem-use and dealing, and the evermore cruel things they were doing to get and supply them. That was it for him. He decided he’d go freelance and risk death instead of having to murder another person or group he had feelings for. Thankfully by this time Thomas had aged to 19 and had some renown in Vegas for being a sole-survivor and extremely proficient killer. Most factions wouldn’t take him on even if he was interested but most everyone would give him odd-jobs that they didn’t want or couldn’t do. He found this suited him, as he could pick which contracts to accept or refuse based on his own feelings and didn’t usually have to kill when he didn’t want to.

As the years went on he tried his best to take only contracts that would be ultimately good and what he could consider moral. This made the Followers of Apocalypse his all-time favourite employers. When they asked, he rarely refused.

Flaws:

Uncharismatic: Thomas was never much of a talker. Having to kill so many of the people he was actually social with sure didn’t help. Neither does his reputation for killing former comrades in the Vegas area.

Distrustful: Having seen the terrible things people will do for greed, hunger, lust or even on a whim Thomas finds it increasingly difficult to trust people. He doesn’t let people in easily and in turn this makes people distrust him right back.

Survivors Guilt: Thomas is wracked by constant guilt about the people who’ve died in order for him to live. This is made worse by his perception of himself. A man who only takes. Only destroys.

Relationships and Reputation:

New Vegas: Thomas is a renowned mercenary in the New Vegas area. Known for being determined, skilled, professional and often taking on jobs for far less than he’s worth if he likes the cause. Something he jokingly refers to as “charity work”. On the flip side many still remember him as a friend-killer, with many people whispering Judas behind his back. No one has ever said it to his face and lived however, which somewhat perpetuates the nickname.

Opinions on Team: Not yet applicable.

Skills and Equipment

Skills:

Experienced and skilled close to mid-range combatant.

Familiar with most long guns and handguns. If it shoots bullets Thomas probably knows how to use and maintain it.

Talented with both a knife and his fists. He spent most of his childhood training and has since had near constant experience.

Scouting and recon. Extremely patient and pretty perceptive. Comes with being a merc.

Very physically resilient. He has a lot of scars from building this up and usually knows when he can keep fighting and when he needs to rest.

Combat composure. His whole life has been war. At this point he’s more disturbed outside of combat because that’s when his mental issues trouble him.

Knows how to track and kill an animal. Also knows how to skin and cook one. Was a tribal before he was a mercenary after all.

Very basic first aid. Doesn’t know much, but enough to give a wound some attention.


Equipment

Weapons:

- Primary: 556. M4-Carbine
- Secondary: 9mm SIG Sauer P226 and a 10mm Glock 29
- Melee: Fixed Blade Knife

Armor/Clothes:

Leather Hat
Black T-Shirt
Green Cargo Pants
Dark Brown Hiking Boots

Green Combat Armor
Ammo Pouches
Back and Hip Pistol Holsters
Sling for Rifle
Bedroll
Leather Courier Bag

Personal belongings:

Two Novels
Journal
1 Pen and 2 Pencils
Canteen
Wrapped up cooked Gecko Meat
Small tub of coffee
1 Med-X
2 Stim-Paks
Small can of oil
Oil rag
Screwdriver
150 Caps in a pouch
$300 in NCR Currency

Age and Date of Birth: 32 - September 5th, 2253

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Profession: Engineer



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Alexis truly believes in duality of character. One can be a mass-murderer today but tomorrow, he can be a savior of the wasteland and her life shaped her to be as such. Once she led her own raider tribe, killing those weaker than herself after the defeat of her tribe and safe shelter provided by the Followers she has changed her views of the world.

Anything and everything can be repaired no matter what the damage. Machine, human or character.

Backstory:



Flaws:

Crushed legs: Her leg was crushed when her tribe was defeated with the help of the Followers and her mechanical knowledge, she managed to fuse metallic leg armour to her legs. She's slower than the average person and sometimes requires stims to help with the pain.

No manners: Alexis was never taught, nor cared enough to learn how to be polite. She'll be straight to the point, no matter how hard the truth is.

Relationships and Reputation:

Doctor Jerremy Messa: Alexis's savior and a doctor with the Followers. Alexis holds him in high regard and wishes him always the best.

Raider Tribes: Well known as the Mecha-Witch between various raider factions. Hated by some, loved by others but respected by all.

NCR: A bounty was put on her head sometime ago which was collected when she was thought dead. She personally doesn't care about them but those that recognise her, might not be very friendly.

Koyotes Raider Tribe (Disbanded): Once upon a time Alexis had a tribe of at least 60 warriors under her command. Most have died while others have joined different tribes.

The Followers of the Apocalypse: Grateful for the second chance given to her by the Followers. She'll try to help them as much as she can.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills:

- Mecha-Witch: Alexis knows the ins and outs of Pre-War robots and machinery.
- Four Arms
- Well versed in raider tactics/speech.
- Dabbled in hacking while not a well-developed skill of Alexis, she is known to have hacked a securitron or two in her time.

Weapons:

- Primary: Power Fist
- Secondary: A 9mm pistol

Armor/Clothes:
- Full body metal armour

- NVG eye patch

- A backpack full of different mechanical parts and the sorts

Personal belongings:

- A medallion in the shape of a wolf head which she used as a symbol of her tribe made of obsidian.

Misc:

[Scientist]



Age and Date of Birth: 32 (tells everyone 25) January 2252

Gender: Feminine

Species: Third gen Synth

Profession: Institute Bio-Science Department Virologist, on long range assignment



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Driven to prove herself and dedicated to her work. Fiercely loyal and appreciative of the trust and work she has been given. She feels pride and happiness for the assignment she's been given.

Generally speaking Artorias has a huge disliking of things that are disorganized. And knowing how the surface is, with it's ruins and broken down items it's a daily occurence that she might have a little bit of a temper tantrum over seeing people on the surface just ignoring things that could be so easily repaired and used again.

Another pet peeve tends to be the ignorance of embracing science and technology. she can see it clearly again almost everyday, as just the most basic of technology and science is used in some places. And even willfully ignored and shunned in others.

She will gladly gush over any piece of scienctific gear, tool or practice that she can add to her notes. And will often go into abit of a fangirl moment as she will try and examine the item or practice from all angles and compare it to the tools or practices from the Institute.

Again generally speaking she finds almost all of the surface people very much backwards. But having grown up in the Institute, she knows she can't change everything in a day, as much as she'd like too. And sadly the two main factions who have continued to embrace science and technology are the Legion of Steel and the Enclave who she just does not get along with what so ever.

Backstory:

It's a perfect society, a perfectly safe and healthy place to be. Down in the Institute. The home of some of the greatest minds in the entire former United States wasteland.

Other advanced factions say they are the smartest or the most advanced. But the Institute knows better.

It was in that environment that Artoria was born. Some 32 years ago born as a bouncing pale-pink bundle of joy to Jon and Cricia Stanko. A healthy baby, who upon being swatted by the helper boy, had let out a hearty wail. She was cleaned and handed to her mother to learn the beat of her heart. And that was the first few moments of Artoria Stanko.

Attention, new batch of synths to be printed, sleeved and activated. ETA, Nine minutes. Advise build team to be on hand to head off any problems.

Attention Synth case Alpha Romeo Tango Oscar Romeo India Alpha One Sierra next in queue, sleeve for female form, prepare history tapes.

She would grow up peacefully and happily. Being taught by some of the best minds among the Institute staff. It was a good young life at first. A young and thoughtful child who absorbed information like a sponge. Almost seeming to have an encyclopedia in her mind that filed away facts with ease.

Throughout her young life this would persist a gluttony for knowledge. Her parents urging her on. With all that confidence she sought excel and as the years went by she matched on the idea of medicine and viruses. She was 18 when she began an apprenticeship with the Medical sub department in the Bio Sciences section of the facility. And that was the point where she found her passion. Beginning her studies to become a Virologist.

Attention: Endo-skeleton assembly complete. Third Generation chassis has been completed. Unit ARTORIA 1-S, unit proceeding to memory engram implantation. ETA to completion seven hours. Memory team be ready for delivery.

For about a decade Artoria would study and work, gaining no real notice, but still a diligent student and researcher. Compiling notes and helping to create the medicines needed to keep the enclosed city healthy and hale.

She'd work hard, creating a new database to keep track of the sicknesses that would come through the enclosed community, to help the medics and researchers to keep track of what worked and what didn't.

Some time later one of the Directors would point out that though The Institute had a supply of FEV, they had only done studies on what they had managed to create and what is nearby in the Commonwealth. They had little information on areas outside of their immediate area.

So they sent out word, "Who would brave the wastes outside to retrieve information on FEV mutations? Several will be sent out who is brave enough?" And Artoria put her name forward. An endeavour to help out more? She's take it gladly.

Attention: Data and memory engram at 97% completion. Begin equipment and item placement. Surface team make ready for transport. Courser Juliet Oscar India 19-Hotel, on standby. ARTORIA 1-S to be deployed immediately.

The fateful day came and Artoria Stanko set out, with a set of Institute survival gear, a full body set of science containment armor, a companion hover droid, her gear, weapons for protection and the directive to learn as much as she can about the FEV and other viruses, bacteria and things that could add to the Institute's knowledge base.

Flaws:

High levels of personal insecurity in her ability. Having spent the majority of her life in the below ground portions of the Institute and unknowing of her synthetic origins she has a complex over her perceived inadequacies.

Unknowing of her Synth origins. Memories implanted say she was born to a pair of scientists, one working in Medicine, the other working in Robotics.

Relationships and Reputation:

Jon and Cricia Stanko - Her Parents, both still alive but getting on in age, still working in the Institute. Jon in Medicine and Cricia in Robotics.

The Institute and the Board of Directors - Noted down as a special assignment Virologist, has very high positive reputation with the organization

NCR - Virtually unknown, seen as an oddity in fact, Neutral reputation

Legion and Enclave - Holds slightly bad reputation with both factions as The Institute continues to be outside their control.

Raiders and Slavers - High negative reputation. She will usually run, but in a combat situation she will not hesitate to kill these factions

Tribals - Neutral Reputation generally. As long as they don't try to attack her while she's going about her work she has no problem. But there has been a few problems here and there so she tends to be wary.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills:

Virology: Practiced and educated extensively in the study of viruses, trained to understand what sicknesses viruses can cause.

Researcher: Note taking, specimen collection, record keeping, all meant to bring back as much information as possible.

Energy weapon training: As per Institute protocol all Institute personal are trained in the use of energy weapons.

Institute Gear repair and care taking: Mostly self explanatory, she understands the care and repair of her equipment.

Weapons:

- Primary: n/a see Misc.
- Secondary: Institute Plasma Defender
- Melee: Survival Machete

Armor/Clothes:

Full body enclosing Institute bio hazard suit with armor plating and shielded bubble helmet. Air tight and designed to keep the wearer safe from most biohazard problems. Everything from acid protection, to radiation protection, but is very light on ballistic protection but has a rather good rating against stabs, cuts and slashes.

Personal belongings: A picture of her parents, a picture of her room back in the Institute and her mission orders in the form of a small disk.

Misc: Drone A2, a research and defense drone with a small 12.7 SMG built into the chassis, functioning in place of a primary weapon. The Drone also has various science and research tools built into it.

Age and Date of Birth: 207 years, Built sometime 2077
Gender: Genderless (For the sake of writing is male)
Species: Mister Gutsy
Profession: Works in the NCR military front line medical team



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Has a split personality. One is understanding and willing to help others. Believes that he is completely incapable of doing harm to living creatures. Is willing to listen to others. He is fascinated with biological material and works meticulously to provide as much care as possible given any circumstance. He speaks soothingly and to the point while also trying to calm the patient if they are in pain or duress. Will react to curt attitude the same until he can get to a point where the party he is treating or speaking to listens and lets him do his job.
If he should become aggressive, then he becomes blunt, rude, and dismissive of others, and their thoughts. He will still work towards the contracted goal, but will not care about how the job gets done. Other people are there to either get out of his way or become targets.

Passive voice is a calm male voice with British accent, aggressive voice is drill instructor.

Backstory:

Deployed in Alaska, the specially designed Mister Gutsy medical unit from General Atomics worked back within trenches to keep the soldiers alive. Armed with enough stimpaks to wane off the superficial wounds, Benning worked hard with his unit to push the communists back out of Anchorage. Though he was incapable of participating in the fighting itself, his expert medical care insured that his battalion was in tip fighting condition as they fought with the new power armored soldiers. The fighting was grueling, but eventually, the United States claimed victory, and Anchorage was liberated. For the months that followed, Benning would be returned to California working within their hospitals until the order came to move the units up to join in the front line against China. However, before even leaving the base, the first nuclear warheads were dropped.

For decades, Benning was stuck within several other units in an inoperable shipping vessel in a collapsed hanger. It wasn’t until several settlers dug through the rubble looking for spare parts for their own collection of robots, they found the shuttle. With only a few of the units still operational, the settlers collected them including Benning and scrapped the rest for their parts. This caravan of settlers was hauling whatever resources they could find back to their town to help build it up. They had a wagon pulled by defunct sentry bot.

At first, they were glad to find some military units, but soon discovered that of all the Mister Gutsys that were there, the only ones that worked seemed incapable of doing anything other than float. Benning, without orders, was no different simply floating there with no ability to do anything else. He couldn’t speak as well, a protocol wanting him to attack unauthorized personnel competed with programming that prevented him from doing any harm at all. Unfortunately, the settlers were unaware that this batch of machines were of a medical variety.

In an attempt to figure out how to activate the Mister Gutsy’s combat programming, one of the settlers, named Joseph Honor, hooked up Benning to a terminal and dug around the files he had access to. Having only a basic understanding of robotic programming, he opted to install the combat data from one of destroyed Mister Gutsys they had collected earlier. Not having a clue how to properly do such an installation, the programming that was finalized was a mishmash of conflicting robot operating systems. For the time being, that removed Benning’s urge to attack the unauthorized civilians, and gave him back use of his body, letting him speak, and inform the settlers of his purpose as a medic.

All was not well, internally though. The Mister Gutsy personality matrix was transferred over as well, attempting to find a route to gain control of the new body. Though Benning knew it was there, an internal conflict between competing processes left him in control for the time being. It took some doing, but eventually both systems settled into the various drivers where it was possible for either personality to take over. While each personality matrix is aware of the other, they do not have any memories when the other is in control.

Benning started to join the settlers as they continued scavenging for parts and materials at the request of Joseph. While he was not in charge by any means for the town, he had a good reputation among the people for his charismatic attitude and scavenging prowess. Benning did not mind this. With the US as it was, he saw this as a means for society to rebuild. He became a very handy tool mending to their wounds as they inevitably ran into dangerous rad creatures or rogue robots.

The place where they found Benning was filled with old military tech, most of which was out of commission. As a result of going back repeatedly, they grabbed the attention of a raider settlement farther down the road. During one of the trips to collect more parts and resources, the raiders attacked the wagon. Familiar with how many people usually went on these trips, the raiders were able to gain the upper hand. Benning did his most to provide first aid but one too many shots to his metal frame threw him to the ground. When he rebooted, his eyes focused on the battle in front of him and he primed the previously useless plasma emitter attached to his arm for the first time. Benning had started to partake in the battle, something the scavengers’ thought was impossible based on Benning’s explanation of his systems. With a completely different personality than anyone who knew him capable of he started to help turn to tide of the fire fight. It was not a clean victory. Of the seven people who went on the trip, only two had survived. Joseph and Benning. Dropping his gun, Joseph stood up and thanked Benning. However, Benning no longer recognized Joseph, and at that moment turned and shot him dead.

Since then, Benning had taken control of himself, and had worked to incorporate the new personality matrix into one, but it has been slow going. He copes by blaming the raiders for Joseph’s death. His more aggressive personality has been less trigger happy against allies, but the process has been slow. Not wanting to cause further pain to the scavenger town, Benning made his was east and found himself in Nevada, serving in the NCR where at least they can stop him from turning on his allies again.

For the most part, Benning had been successful in suppressing the brute personality program, learning from the less restrictive programs it had compared to his own, but the unorthodox means of installation meant he had no clue how to fully incorporate it since it was also trying to do the same. He had grown a reputation of fits of uncontrollable violence. While he has yet to shoot any allies, he had come close enough times to be considered dangerous. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who is asked, there have been enough episodes for the NCR to realize it was triggered during fire fights where he had been taking a brunt of the assault, usually running to rescue a downed soldier.

ON one hand, the people saved praised Benning, on the other, those who saw him lose himself feared that based on how he went into combat, would eventually kill one of their colleagues. The decision was to keep Benning where he was. At least, if he were to lose himself again, it would be against an enemy. Benning understood the order. At least he could be useful, but he disliked that he was defined by a personality matrix he didn't even want, rather than his skills as a medical professional. After a few years of this, when Benning heard about a follower of the apocalypse building a team to seek a treasure trove that could be revolutionary in the field of medicine within a nuclear wasteland, he decided to volunteer his services. Maybe then while his altered self could prove useful, he had hoped his medical knowledge would be of more benefit.

Flaws:

He is a loud machine.
Split personality. Change occurs when pressured enough, hit hard enough, or emotionally shuts down.
When passive:
- Is seemingly incapable of harming another living being even if hostile
- Current medical knowledge does not extend to anything other than human.
- Whether treatment would work on Ghouls or mutants depends on the subject
When aggressive:
- Will rarely listen to commands or suggestions given to him from allies
- Will not concern himself with the wellbeing of allies within crossfire.
- Will not administer medical aid even out of combat.

Relationships and Reputation:

Bot Scavengers: Has a good relationship with them, but since he did not return after the massacre, he is presumed to have died along with them, or was stolen by the raiders.

Joseph Honor (deceased): Benning’s only friend.

NCR: Depending on the person you talk to, he is either a godsend, or a ticking bomb. It’s evident by putting in the front with the other campaigns that some of the military leaderships don’t think him safe for regular civilian use. As the NCR expands, Benning is put with the lead in order to tend to the wounded as well as become a last resort soldier in case of the worst, since at least then they can direct him towards their enemy.

Raiders: He is an enemy. As they don’t know the odd complicated network that is Benning’s programming, the ones that linger around that area of California consider him a threat to their raiding operations.

The followers of the Apocalypse: Has had no real interaction with them but is aware of their presence within the NCR. While the politicians attempt to paint them in a bad light, Benning has been aware of their actions for a while enough to form an opinion that they don’t mean harm. Even if their plans were nefarious in nature, teaching and providing medical aid is an admirable goal. He doesn’t think them different than the NCR in some regard, and considers them two cards within the same deck.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills:
Has long range of vision, with few blind spots.
Immune to radiation and poison
Is capable of basic self-repair, standard to the GA Mister line.

When passive:
- Has predownloaded and installed an encyclopedia’s worth of medical knowledge, as relevant in 2077.
- Can apply first aid at a fast pace
- Is capable of light invasive surgery
- Is capable of more complex surgery, but success rates decline.
When Aggressive:
- Is pretty accurate with his shots, having a steady aim
- Is fast to change targets.
- Aims for vital points and vulnerabilities consistently

Weapons:
- Primary: Plasma emitter
- Secondary: Flamethrower
- Melee: Sawblade

Armor/Clothes:
Lightweight ballistic resistant metal plating. What paint remains is white with some US military insignia.
Oversized lab coat, with the side eye-stalks slipped through the arm holes. The bottom of the coat is a little charred from his thruster.

Personal belongings:
installed surgical tools

Misc:
He has an emergency/critical self-destruct

Ahab

Medic

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Age and Date of Birth: April 20th, 2185

Gender: Male

Species: (Human, Ghoul, Mutant, Etc.) Super Mutant

Profession: Doctor



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Motivations and Outlook: Ahab is a kind person not much of the backstabber type and will let you know if he has an issue with you up front. A great reader of books and literature he loves reading and quoting certain lines from his favorite books. A thoughtful and empathetic mutant that does not mind helping out a person or people in need. Although his kindness is not usually returned which saddens him. Bringing him great pain when he is mistreated or shunned because of his kindness and even his mutation. He is kind and friendly to all who listens or does not shoot him on sight. A mutant that loves to have deep thoughts about many subjects and is always looking for a person to stimulate his intellectual mind. Caring about animals and plant life. However if an animal was to try to take his life he would defend himself if needed. The same can be said with human life. Being curious as well loving to tinker and creating weapons, ammunition, and even strange inventions.

Backstory: Ahab has no memory of his past. And only remembered waking up in a prison cell with tattered clothing. From what he could tell he was taken as a human and dipped into a FEV tank and mutated into a super mutant. While he was in the cell which was outfitted as a quarter. The mutants invitingly activated the prison’s security system. Ahab had only a photo in his pocket of some humans whom he assumed was a group he was a part of. Assuming that he was the only survivor. Seeing the dead mutants being dragged away to presumably be burnt and disposed of. For the next six years he was treated as a prisoner. His only solace was a friendly Mr.Handy named Herman. Herman gave Ahab books to read and even read to him. The robot gave the super mutant the name of “Ahab” from the mutant’s favorite book “Moby Dick”. Herman, being different from the other robots, was Ahab’s only friend. Later helping him with the mutant’s escape plan.

On the day of his escape, Herman opened the door to his cell and gave him a harpoon gun and anchor from a salvaged boat. During the escape Herman was shot down by the other robots, heartbroken the super mutant escaped the prison in the dead of night. Taking a small but dense paperback copy of Moby Dick. For the next couple of years he explored the land making caps in the local towns that would accept him and let him work.

Working by helping communities with medical issues, or even performing surgeries on people in need. During this time he befriended two feral dogs naming one Ishmael and the other Queequeg. The two dogs were his companions and when Ishmael was killed during a fight against raiders he was heartbroken and angry. Killing the raiders by tearing them apart with his bare hands. Queequeg died of old age while Ahab was also saddened but glad the dog was given a full happy life. Now alone again he travels the wasteland looking for work and place to belong.

Flaws:

-Clingy

-Quick To Anger

-No Sense Of Boundaries

-Superstitious

-Arrogant

Relationships and Reputation: Ahab’s reputation as a super mutant has caused a lot of negative feelings to surface with the common wastelander. On the rare occasion he was given the chance to help someone, his reputation was acceptable enough. However because of his good reputation in these small towns, his reputation with larger cities and Californian towns in general would be negative.

Opinions on Team: TBD



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Skills:

-Medicine
-Melee Weapons
-Unarmed
-Cooking
-Gardening
-Horticulture

Weapons:

- Primary: Harpoon Gun

- Secondary: .45 Auto pistol

- Melee: Super sledge

Armor/Clothes: Wearing a large fitted prison overalls. The outfit itself is dark blue in color. With the name of the prison in large yellow print. His prison number sewn into the left said of the upper part of the overalls. Wearing black combat boots that seemed quite worn but are usable for the mutant. His overalls were worn as well and when he left he acquired a very large duster jacket that covers most of his body. He also wears a old naval captian's hat.

Personal belongings:

-Photo of a group of humans.

-A paperback copy of Moby Dick.

-A deck of Tragic the Garnering.

-A cross necklace.

Misc: None