[CHAR] Fallout: Peregrinate

[RangerOfTheRit]

Name: Hadrian “Roman” Kelly
Age: 26
Looks (picture optional):

Roman Kelly

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First pic: Roman in the the BoS.
Second pic: Roman as a merc.

Personality: Roman is one of those guys that’s down for his friends. When they’re threatened, he goes from a cheerful and happy man to an unstoppable machine.
Faction: Brotherhood of Steel (discharged), Caravan Guard(previously) self-employed (currently)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength:9
Perception:3
Endurance:9
Charisma:5
Intelligence:5
Agility:3
Luck:8

Backstory: Roman is the son of a vault dweller who came from an unknown vault in Washington and a wastelander. He joined the Brotherhood of Steel in Washington when he was 17. He stayed with them until he was 24, when he was honorably discharged from service. He began wandering until he found New Vegas. He became a Caravan Guard and began saving up caps to start his own business. Now he’s a self-employed gun for hire. He accepts contracts all over the country and enjoys travelling and helping others.
Weapon choice: Modified automatic laser rifle that he calls Liberator. A .38 revolver that belonged to his father. A Katana that belonged to his mother’s great great grandfather.
Anything else not included above: He also owns his father’s pipboy.

[Zerofighter]

Name: David Markova
Age:23
Looks (picture optional):
Personality: Kind, helps anyone in need, will do anything to win a fight, does his best to not result to violence if possible
Faction:NCR

S.P.E.C.I.A.L (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength:8
Perception:5
Endurance:5
Charisma 4
Intelligence:10
Agility:5
Luck:5

Backstory: His family was killed by the legion when he was 13. David managed to escape with his dad's hunting rifle. He used his dad's hunting rifle and killed legionaire that killed his parents. 2 years later he was found by the NCR and they would take care of him till he was 18. He left but still did work for the NCR. However he is trying to build bridges ton other facctions so they will work with the NCR
Weapon choice: Hunting rifle, a 5.56 pistol and Combat knife
Anything else not included above:While he is loyal to the NCR, he doesnt consider himself a ranger. He does work for them and will fight for them, but he will help out other factions. He will never do work for Caesars legion and will kill any legion member he sees. He does want to help Unite other factions. He does consider himself a mercenary

[DriveEMOut]

Name: Jax Evans
Age: 15
Looks:

My Hider

Personality: Jax is cold and calculating, but sometimes very kind.
Faction: Reilly's Rangers
S. 6
P. 7
E. 6
C. 4
I. 6
A. 5
L. 8
Backstory: Raised until 12 in a vault, Jax always felt cramped. One day, when he committed a serious crime, he was banished from the vault, left to fend for himself in the wasteland. When he was attacked by a group of feral ghouls, a pair of mercenaries saved him, and took him in for three years to train him. He joined Reilly's Rangers as they did when they were his age. He refused to take off his Vault jumpsuit, but allowed them to tailor leather armor engraved with 'Reilly's Rangers' to fit with it. He wanted to be reminded of his mistakes.
Weapon: An old sniper, and a small shiv.

[Flightless_Soul]

((Yes I know that pic ain't Fallout. Sue me! <.<))

Name: Xia-Mei
Age: 34
Ethnicity: Chinese

Appearance: No one truly has ever seen the beautiful face of Mei. Those that did only caught a brief glimpse before she "took care" of them. Her dark hair and dark eyes, while traits of her Chinese descent, display her efficiency and her cold lethality.

Personality: Being secluded for most of her life has had a significant effect on Xia-Mei's social development, but in her line of work there's no room for socializing, no room for friends. Rarely does she speak, and even more rarely does she smile. Despite her cold exterior however, the woman is capable of showing kindness, just on a few occasions. She may be a highly trained killer who lacks morality, but Mei also has a strong sense of justice. She will not tolerate the likes of vicious slavers and raiders, often killing them on sight.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

5 Strength
7 Perception
5 Endurance
1 Charisma
8 Intelligence
9 Agility
7 Luck

Tag Skills:
-Guns
-Sneak
-Lockpick

Minor Skills:
-Melee
-Science

Traits:
(None)

Perks:
-Rapid Reload
-Educated
-The Professional
-Finesse
-Night Person
-Fast Metabolism
-Silent Running
-Mister Sandman
-Robotics Expert
-Computer Whiz
-Ninja

Weapons & Equipment:

-.45 Auto Pistol silenced with night sights

-Combat knife

-Throwing Knives

-Varmint Rifle with black synthetic furnishings, silencer and enhanced night vision scope. ((Pretty much the Ratslayer))

-4 stimpacks

-1 canteen of purified water

Companion: None - There is no room for companionship in Xia-Mei's line of work. Too much of a liability.

Bio:

In the years leading up to the Great War, the Communist Republic of China had inserted spies behind enemy lines in the United States. They operated under deep cover, posing as normal civilians and passing on classified information to their handlers in Beijing, often times carrying out clandestine assassinations as well.

One such, Xia-Mei, was given the task of seducing a high ranking military officer living in Nevada, a scientist working on a way to sustain human life through cryogenic sleep. He was on the cusp of discoveringa breakthrough when Mei had entered his life.

Eventually as time progressed, the woman developed genuine feelings for the scientist. She ended up falling in love with him and the two married and had a daughter. The woman had strict orders to kill the man and pass his secrets onto the intelligence board, but Mei couldn't bring herself to betray the man she loved. Instead, she opted for the peaceful life of a loving housewife and mother.

This peace, sadly, would never last...

On the day the bombs fell in 2077, the man rushed his wife and daughter to the safety of a specially designed underground bunker ((not a Vault)) where they were cryogenically frozen. Many years passed, and the cryogenic chambers opened. Xia-Mei was the first to awake. Much to her tragedy, the scientist, her loving husband, was dead. Worse, her child had gone missing from the bunker.

Motherly instincts kicked in, and soon Xia-Mei set across the Mojave Wasteland in search of her daughter, relying only on her training as a spy. She eventually made it to the outskirts of New Vegas, but was ambushed suddenly by a rabid gang of Fiends. Though a skilled fighter, Mei found herself outnumbered ten to one. They quickly overpowered her and imprisoned her in Vault 3, where for six long months she became their personal "plaything".

Six grueling months of rape and abuse took their toll on the woman, forging within her a burning hatred for not just the Fiends but all savages of the wastes. Finally, that hatred spilled over the day she broke free of her captors, leaving a bloody trail of corpses in her wake.

Her body broken and fatigued, Mei found herself collapsing on a dingy, discarded mattress in the slums of Freeside. She awoke the next day, but to her surprise, she was no longer in the slums. Instead, she was in a strange concrete room, some sort of holding cell. A mysterious man's voice broadcasted over a speaker in the corner of the room, startling Xia-Mei.

"You've no need to be frightened, miss. I assure you I mean no harm. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Robert Edwin House, founder of RobCo Industries and President, CEO, and Sole Proprietor of the New Vegas Strip. You're probably wondering where you are now, yes? You are in a room beneath the Lucky 38 Casino. My Securitron discovered you lying face down on a mattress after you escaped those loathsome Fiends. Oh yes, I know exactly who you are, Miss Xia-Mei. Once, you were an agent of the long forgotten Chinese Government. Your mission was to relay classified information to your superiors in Beijing then assassinate your assigned target. Instead, you fell in love with the man and had a daughter together. Now...that daughter is missing, and you'll do anythingto find her."

Xia-Mei was alarmed by how much House knew, even more so by the fact it was he who brought her to this cell...but why?

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" She inquired with eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Pragmatic as ever, House replied, "Twas only a generous offer. I could have left you to rot in that God forsaken cesspool, but a woman of your caliber is something that you do not waste. Secondly, I believe I've already introduced myself, unless you weren't paying attention earlier. I'm a very powerful man, Miss Xia-Mei. For years, I've been collecting information from governments all over the world. It was all in preparation for the day the great powder keg this world was sitting upon was lit....and my, was it ever lit. The point being, Miss Xia-Mei, your "talents" would prove invaluable to a man such as myself. I am willing to offer you a business deal. You work for me as my personal spy and assassin, and I will aid you in all I can to find your missing daughter."

"And if I refuse?" Xia-Mei hissed.

House laughed, "Then I would hate to do this, but...concealed in this very room are four 12.7 millimeter automatic turrets. All I have to do is press one button, and you, my dear, will be nothing more than a relic of the past...a bullet riddled relic of the past. So...do we have a deal?"

"Fine." Xia-Mei answered begrudgingly. "But only because I want to see my daughter again."

"You have my word we will find her, Miss Xia-Mei." House assured. "But until then...you have work to do."

Mei was reluctant to work for House, but nevertheless she served him dutifully gathering information for him and eliminating his rivals. It was at the peak of her career working for House when she was tasked with an assassination. A courier of the Mojave Express was hired by Mr. House to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip, a platinum poker chip bearing the Lucky 38 insignia. The courier however got greedy and decided he was gonna take off with the chip and sell it for a hefty price.

He had only made it so far when Mei tracked him down just mere miles outside the settlement of Goodsprings. She was about to snipe him from the old water tower when she saw the courier get ambushed by a gang of men and a mischievous fellow in a dapper, checkered suit. Mei watched the arrangement taking place, only to witness the man pull out a gun and shoot the courier point blank in the head before taking off with the platinum chip. She would later discover the man's name was Benny, a two timing con-artist who schemed to take over New Vegas.

Her initial target presumed dead, Mei pursued Benny across the Mojave in order to kill him and return the platinum chip to House. She eventually ended up close to the town of Novac, where she was mistaken for an NCR spy and captured by Caesar's Legion. Mei was sent to Cottonwood Cove soon after, where she was to be transported to the Fort, interrogated, then crucified.

It was at Cottonwood Cove Mei discovered the horrible truth. Her daughter was captured by the slavers and sold to a wealthy man who had traveled down from the Commonwealth. Enraged by this news, the woman lashed out, brutally stabbing a Decanus she was handed over to for a night of fun, and made her escape.

During her captivity, many events had transpired. Benny was dispatched by an unknown assailant in his casino The Tops, Mr. House had been "deactivated", and the NCR had possession of the platinum chip. Also, Mei learned the Legion's most decorated commander, Legate Lanius, was preparing an all out assault on the Hoover Dam.

...but she didn't care about any of this...

As the Battle of Hoover Dam raged onward, Xia-Mei made preparations to leave the Mojave and make the long, arduous journey to the Commonwealth. She had no idea if her daughter was alive or dead, but one thing was for certain, she would find the man her child was sold to...and kill him.

Faction: Independent - During her journey, Xia-Mei has done various work for factions. Most of these jobs obviously were assassinations and gathering vital intelligence. However, Mei never considered herself a member of any faction she did business with. They were strictly a means of compensation for her.

The lone wolf prowls, seeking her lost cub.

[Deathsong12]

Name: Theodore "Texas" Calhoun

Age: 73

Appearance (And partially abilities.)

Texas is six feet tall (1.8 meters) and weighs 185 pounds (84 kilograms). He has a light tan complexion and a slightly muscled frame, but it is hidden behind loose skin and a paunch. His hairline is thinning, but he retains a head of brushed back, fine, silver hair. He also has an obvious and well groomed muttonstache matching the color of his hair.

This old timer grew up around guns and hunting and that's what he does best. If conditions are favorable, it's not uncommon for him to hit a target from 150 meters away with his rifle. His sharp eyes and swift, callused hands are ideal for quickly drawing pistols and putting down targets before they can respond in suit. Calhoun isn't your average gunman however; he has an expansive knowledge of medical science and can use his survival skills to supplement modern medicine with natural remedies if the situation calls for it. He's also knowledgeable about mechanics and is capable of keeping his weapons and armor in top condition; he's a bit rusty on other mechanisms, but he can pick it up quickly.

Calhoun isn't as strong as when he was younger, but can still hold his own in a fight... he just prefers not to. He also isn't the sneakiest fellow and prefers to take care of issues head on, and avoids attempting to negotiate with people on account that his callous, brazen and plain-spoken ways tends to upset people if they have a thin skin.

Personality: Texas can be described as a realist. Over the past 60+ years, he is largely pessimistic about life mostly because he sees things as they are. However, that is not to say he does not try to improve the wasteland when he can. He holds the simplistic mantra "it is what it is" and does not dwell on the past, but rather what can be done about it now. He also is not one to bottle up his emotions; if one wrongs him or otherwise makes him angry, especially by speaking ill of his wife or friends, he will display his short and passionate temper. Furthermore, Texas strongly believes that wasteland justice should be dispensed through the barrel of a gun, so it's best to stay on his good side.

He primary lives with a Libertarian worldview in that if you "don't fuck with [him], [he] won't fuck with you." He has a limited moral compass, but it is there; he does not care in the slightest what you are doing as long as it does not affect him or anyone he knows and likes. He thoroughly enjoys the company of others, so long as they are respectful, entertaining and don't try to rope him into their own selfish dealings.

Factions: Samson Caravans (2236-2243)
Alamosa Trading Company (2254-2275)
Coyote Bluff (2275-2281)
Followers of the Apocalypse (2282-2283) (Only lasted two days.)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 4ST, 8PE, 6EN, 6CH, 5IN, 8AG, 5LK

Backstory

This grizzled, mustachioed gunman has lived a longer and more colorful life than anyone in the post-apocalyptic wasteland should and he has the stories to prove it. Among his tales are early life in a Utah trapping settlement; accounts of his time guarding various caravans outfits; memoirs of his time as a sheriff of a frontier town in the Mojave Wasteland and later his wanderings throughout the waste. If you sit down and share a drink with him, he will regale you with these past exploits.

Early life

Theodore Warren Calhoun's story begins in the small settlement of Trapper Flats, Utah in October, 2214. As tradition held in the settlement, Calhoun was taught how to hunt and trap by his father and other local trappers. Trapper Flats' lifeblood was trapping coyotes, geckos and even yao guai to survive and everybody had to learn to trap to earn their keep. Theodore had a knack and was among the best marksmen and trappers in the settlements' history, and became somewhat of a local celebrity, even if he wasn't looking to become one.

In May of 2236, he married Charlotte Le Bret, a local woman he had known for many years. In June, Trapper Flats was assaulted by raiders during the night. Theodore aided in deterring the attack for a time, but was injured and rendered unconscious. He awoke to the hands of a scavenger named Jedidiah Samson pulling at his shirt through some wooden planks. Samson informed Calhoun that the town was ransacked and his scav team hadn't seen any survivors. Calhoun confirmed the news when he discovered his mother and father's charred remains on their house plot. He failed to find the remains of his wife, so it held to reason she had been kidnapped by the raiders in the confusion. He buried his mother and father next to each other on the same plot of land they had been found. Like any reasonable person, he wept at the loss of his family, but stopped when he came to grips that crying wouldn't bring them back.

Caravan guard and wanderer

Because of the circumstances, Jedediah offered Calhoun a ride on his caravan outside of town. Feeling there was nothing left for him here, Theodore slung his rifle over his back and accepted the ride. Calhoun traveled the wastes in all directions as an informal employee of Samson Caravans for seven years. The job took him everywhere in the Four States and Texas Commonwealth. In 2243, the caravan was confronted by a group of Sun Bird tribal-raiders in Texas. Calhoun fought off the force alongside the other guards, but ultimately, the wagon had been set ablaze and the other guards were killed.

After Samson Caravans went up in smoke, he wandered the Texan wasteland. It was at this time Theodore took the name "Texas", trying to start anew. He spent more than a decade trying to find a settlement of some sort, but luckily his father had not raised a brat, so Texas knew how to survive in the wastes. From there he lived in the desert for 11 years, just wandering it on his own. He caught what he could in expert snares and got water from the occasional spring or cactus, and played his guitar and harmonica to keep himself entertained, not to mention sane.

In 2254, he saw lights on the horizon and stumbled into the town of Lobo. After enjoying the luxuries of an actual town for a week, he got a job with the Texas Commonwealth branch of the Alamosa Trading Company, another caravan. As part of his contract, Texas was given his two signature revolvers. The Alamosa caravan he guarded was always being called back to Alamosa, Colorado to restock supplies, but Texas stayed on the caravans' route for over two decades, protecting it from any overzealous raiders or nasty critters that wanted lunch. He treated the caravan well and in turn, was treated well himself. He made fast friends with the driver, Bill Ackerman, the guards, Cole Masters and Kate Parker, and even the greenhorn, Derrick Payne.

Coyote Bluff

In 2275, the Alamosa caravan was on its Nevada run when Texas saw smoke billowing from the town of Coyote Bluff. Alamosa routinely did business with Coyote Bluff, but the town was in much more trouble than running low on supplies; half the population had been killed and even more of the town had been burned down. The caravan unanimously agreed that Coyote Bluff needed the supplies far more than New Reno, so they remained in town and distributed the food and supplies. Texas tended to the wounded as Cole and Derrick looked for other survivors and Bill and Kate distributed the food. Little by little, Coyote Bluff built itself from the ground up with the help of the caravan. After the mayor was killed in the attack, Ackerman took on the role and appointed Texas as town sheriff.

Wandering once more...

Texas stayed in Coyote Bluff for many years providing law in a land with no laws and protecting the town against wasteland threats. Alas, he realized that being in the same place for so long isn't a way to live out the last years of your life. In 2281, a man calling himself Benoit strolled into town and proved himself to be a very capable wastelander. Texas arranged for him to visit Coyote Bluff regularly, so Texas could heed his call of wanderlust. He still comes to the Mojave every so often, but he's been allegedly spotted all over the American Wasteland bringing incidental protection to towns he drifts into; from the Midwest to the Windy Wastes, Kansbraskahoma to the Deep South, and, of course, Texas.

Equipment

Weapons
Texas carries a small armory on his person so he can be prepared for most anything. His pride and joy are his two long barrel .44 caliber Magnum revolvers which he affectionately named Peggy & Sue, which he uses when firepower is all that matters. His 12 gauge lever-action shotgun, Roberta, has saved his skin in situations were maneuverability counts more than penetration and is perfect for combat in cramped locales.

The bulkiest of his arsenal is Charlotte, a .44 caliber lever-action rifle named after Calhoun's wife that he uses for hunting big game... or creatures and people that he doesn't want to get too close to. When all else fails, he has Kent, a small flint tomahawk, to fall back on, but it's mostly used to skin and portion what he bags when hunting.

Apparel
A well worn brown leather duster that Texas has sewed steel plates into for enhanced protection covers his coarsely knit black-grey shirt and dirty tan wool pants. Texas usually keeps the sleeves rolled up but lets them down when a sandstorm is brewing. He wears a black paisley bandana that he picked off a legionary recruit around his neck.

His black Stetson is similar to his overcoat in that it was already reinforced when he scavenged it. Dark glasses keep the sun out of his eyes, and sometimes more importantly, conceal where he's looking. Both his brown leather boots and gloves are supple and worn.

Miscellaneous
The most important thing he carries on his person is his doctor's bag, allowing him to keep his tools organized as well as store herbal remedies. For sentimental reasons, he carries his fathers's burnt Magnum, and his mothers harmonica rests in his pocket which he uses for entertainment on quiet and boring stops. He usually possesses a pack of stale and crumpled cigarettes and scavenges more when he can.

Other things: Texas has a bundle of even more stories to entertain passers-by of all manners. Some might even find a personal journal in one of his caches in the wasteland. Have a listen or a read if you have the fortune of stumbling across him in his travels.

[Leo Khan]

Name: Hadrian “Roman” Kelly
Age: 26
Looks (picture optional):

Roman Kelly

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First pic: Roman in the the BoS.
Second pic: Roman as a merc.

Personality: Roman is one of those guys that’s down for his friends. When they’re threatened, he goes from a cheerful and happy man to an unstoppable machine.
Faction: Brotherhood of Steel (discharged), Caravan Guard(previously) self-employed (currently)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength:9
Perception:3
Endurance:9
Charisma:5
Intelligence:5
Agility:3
Luck:8

Backstory: Roman is the son of a vault dweller (who came from an unknown vault in Washington state) and a wastelander. He joined the Brotherhood of Steel in Washington when he was 17. He stayed with them until he was 24, when he was honorably discharged from service. He began wandering until he found New Vegas. He became a Caravan Guard and began saving up caps to start his own business. Now he’s a self-employed gun for hire. He accepts contracts all over the country and enjoys travelling and helping others.
Weapon choice: Modified automatic laser rifle that he calls Liberator. A .38 revolver that belonged to his father. A Katana that belonged to his mother’s great great grandfather.
Anything else not included above: He also owns his father’s pipboy.