[CHAR] Fallout New Vegas: Points of Divergence [Reboot]

[NecroKnight]

Fallen Ranger

Name: Jessica Fairbright

Nickname: "Virgo"

Age: 25

Looks:

Personality: Calm, friendly, precise, helpful, loyal.

Faction: Independent

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

• Strength: 4
• Perception: 9
• Endurance: 8
• Charisma: 6
• Intelligence: 7
• Agility: 6
• Luck: 5

Backstory: Jessica Fairbright had been a rising star in the NCR military, six years ago - she had been slotted as one of the best gunslingers in her time in the NCR army. While lacking skills with firing a rifle and a dislike of rules - she made it up for her great mind, strong will and precise aim with a revolver. Instead of having her drop out - due to not, meeting certain Army standards.

Instead at the age of nineteen she had been slotted to the NCR Rangers - becoming one of the youngest Rangers to date, to join the organization. Despite them being all volunteer-based, their skill-set needed to many and very good. Two years and several succesful missions later - she was on a fast track road to becoming the youngest to gain her Veterancy. Although her path had been cut short - once news reached about her brother being in trouble.

Namely both her and her older brother - had been orphaned when Jess had been sixteen and her brother at twenty-one. Namely due to a caravan attack gone bad. Her brother had taken care of her, for about three years - after which she joined the NCR Army. While her brother moved on as prospector. Her brother had run amock against some Cabal agents - since he had discovered a piece of valuable Old-War technology and had been upto delivering it to the Followers of the Apocalypse. Namely the charity group having helped the family out during their initial years - however the Cabal captured him instead and due to the value of the tech; they had him fake-charged and hanged for treason.

Jessica heard about this situation that had happened, and investigated her brother' charges. She hadn't managed to scratch much of the surface - only finding rumors that the NCR in some way had set up her only family left. Albeit, before she could report this forward - the Cabal, also called-up charges on Jessica; in-order to silence her from investigating further. In that regard, Jessica managed to kill her attackers and flee East.

She kept travelling in the Mojave Wasteland, always on the move and alert for any Cabalists.
Weapon choice: .44 Magnum revolver

Perks (Add only three):

• Gunslinger
• Toughness
• Paralyzing Palm

'Tagged' Skills:

• Guns
• Survival
• Medicine

[Letter Bee]

Sample CS/My GMPC:

Name: Paradise 'Par' Rapids

Age: 19

Looks:


Personality: Par looks like someone motivated to make a quick buck, and most of the time, that much is true. He likes bottlecaps/water whatever you can pay him, and is often out for the most profitable trade deals. He also likes sex (dude or gal, it doesn't really matter), and isn't above using it to gain an advantage. But, underneath it all, there is a dedicated, somewhat idealistic person who genuinely believes in the power of free and fair - emphasis on fair - trade and genuinely honest living, a power that, he believes, can rebuild civilization in a better form.

Faction
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength: 4
Perception: 5
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 9
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 7
Luck: 6 (+1 from Intense Training, so 7)

Backstory: Born in NCR Territory to two members of the Crimson Caravan, Arthur and Miranda Rapids, Par was taught how to pursue the family business from an early age. Intelligent, precocious, and good with technology, Par was also handsome and, although not strong, was fast and decently lucky, allowing him to charm many people into giving him a fair and favorable deal. Nevertheless, he remained under the shadow of his parents until he turned sixteen, when he, along with some bodyguards, were allowed to strike out on their own, towards the Mojave and New Vegas. There, Par was confident he'd make his fortune and find adventure.

The Mojave would prove a harsh teacher, however, as Par, after a string of successful deals, would then be tricked into gambling away most of his money in New Vegas itself, leaving him without his wares, without anything to pay his bodyguards, and barely avoiding slavery or death. He did keep the clothes on his back, a set of mechanical tools, some food and a stimpack, and more importantly, his skills with technology were still in his head. And finally, he avoided getting fired, despite enduring intolerable public humiliation from the higher-ups in the Crimson Caravan's local HQ. He still had enough to plan for a comeback, and he was going to do it the honest way...at least at first.

First, going to the lower city, he found a member of the Kings and paid him to act as a bodyguard for a stimpack. Then, noticing that the Kings' gangster had an ill-maintained pistol, he offered to repair it as an alternate payment instead of the stimpack. The gangster agreed, but threatened to knife Par if he did anything, and when Par actually followed through on the bargain, making the pistol work good as new, the gangster was amazed enough to offer to guard Par for all of his time in the lower city. After that, the boy went to the Old Mormon Fort and the Followers of the Apocalypse, where, after some reluctance from the latter, he was allowed to do more work for them, as well as pursue their archives for more knowledge.

When the chance came to get back in the Crimson Caravan's good graces a year later, Par took it with open arms. This chance was rescuing a caravan stranded outside an old Vault, Vault 91, whose experiment was that its inhabitants each had some phobia or another, some of which were inherited. Over time, when Vault 91 opened, its people were half-ready to get outside and out of the tight and cramped spaces of the complex, while the other half were afraid of the things outside. Both sides were in civil war with each other, and had taken the Crimson Caravan's convoy prisoner just for passing through. And so, Par saw his chance.

Successfully talking both sides in the civil war through their differences, the boy, just a few weeks shy of 18, managed to not only secure the release of the caravaneers, but also Vault 91 and any settlements span off from it as a trading partner, winning immense profit from the Crimson Caravan Company, and regaining their trust. He also got, as his greatest gift from Vault 91, a solar-electric powered car. Yes, a bonafide car that can carry a small amount of goods, had a security system that prevented others from using it, and, after some jury-rigging, even a couple of sentry guns each to its hood and rear to fire at any intruders, making it a Technical.

And so, a year or two on after that, life was good...

Weapon choice: Sniper Rifle, Carbine, Pistol, Knife.

Perks (Add only three):

-Confirmed Bachelor
-Lady Killer
-Intense Training

'Tagged' Skills (the skills you are strongest in; add only three unless you take a 'Weak' Skill, see below):

-Speech
-Science
-Repair
-Guns

All other skills are assumed to be average unless you want to take a 'Weak Skill'.

'Weak' Skills (the skills you are weakest in, add only if you want more 'Tagged' Skills):

-Unarmed

Any other info not included in the above:

[Lauder]

Austin Woods

Name:

Austin Woods

Age:

239

Looks:

Reference

Standing at about 5’11”, Austin is how one would exactly describe a ghoul, freakishly hideous and looking like a corpse in general. His skin looks rotted off over the hundred of years he has been alive and overall, his skin still retains a normal pale tone despite, as previously mentioned, rotted off to some degree. Atop his head stands a single gift of blonde hair which surprisingly grows back despite being a ghoul. Granted, at least he takes pride with how he looks as he believes that he looks halfway decent with his cowboy hat, worn duster, and his plain white shirt. He wears dark brown slacks and black boots, heavy clothing for the Mohave Desert, not that it truly bothers him.

Personality:

Austin has seen many, many thing in his many, many years of being alive and roaming around to the point that really nothing seems to scare him or surprise him. Most of the time he holds a largely dull face that signifies that he is largely unamused by something or just internally sighing at how the United States has gone so south. Yes, he remembers the United States, at least vaguely. He is a patriot for his nation that no longer exists and will still lay down his life for the dead country no matter what. Or so he would like to think.

The ghoul is largely unenthused about doing much of anything and will only do something for someone when caps are involved, even if it is so much as giving a smile. Despite his false love for his dead country, he can be an nice, morally upstanding person when he wants to be. It is that part of his humanity that has survived these many years, the one thing that has allowed him to retain some shred of his fading sanity. Hope that things will get back to what they may have been like.

Faction

Unaffiliated

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

• Strength: 4
• Perception: 10
• Endurance: 7
• Charisma: 4
• Intelligence: 6
• Agility: 5
• Luck: 9

Backstory:

Originally born in Texas, in the city which he shares a name, he had grown up in the patriotic American way of guns, cursing, and knowing how to make steaks. This was his life for the most part, that was until those wretched bombs had fallen. He would tell you exactly how it felt to have everything around you know and love turn into ash while you hid in a sewer system, waiting for the screams to stop, but he had forgotten long by this point. Before he knew it, he was turned into exactly what he would be considered now and life began to pass like a blur.

Austin remembers some of the events that transpired between the time he took walking from Texas to the Mohave, which took him many years to get to on account of distractions and settling down for some periods. For one, he remembers having to kill the remainder of his family, having been turned into feral ghouls or some other abomination. Yet, he continued to hold hope that everything would be better eventually and sure enough life came up when he came across another survivor of the Great War, someone to share his suffering. Her name was Dianna.

Dianna and Austin settled down in a lightly irradiated, nothing that could harm a human, part of the deserts outside of Texas, spending their time surviving more than building a stable form of relationship. Life was good and Dianna, who was a human, lived out the remains of her short life. When she passed, Austin was not sad, in fact he was happy that both of them got to live together and at the very least it made him happy that she went peacefully. He buried her outside of the hut that they had built together before going off to try and find the Mohave once more.

Once more did he settle down, this time with another Ghoul. Sadly, it was not meant to last as she was a bit of a free spirit, the relationship on lasting about twenty or so years before Austin had enough and just left. Finally, within two hundred years, he managed to get to the Mohave where he lived his normal mercenary life up to now.

Weapon choice:

Lever-Action Shotgun

Perks

• Shotgun Surgeon
• Cowboy
• Tag!

'Tagged' Skills:

• Guns
• Survival
• Barter
• Repair (+1 from Tag! perk)

'Weak' Skills:
N/A

Any other info not included in the above:
N/A

[BladeSS4]

Dalton Claywell

Name: Initate Dalton Claywell
Age: 25
Looks:

Picture

Personality: Cocky, Talkitive, friendly, joketive, very curious. Dalton is the kind of person to question a lot of things and will seek out things that dont seem right. Dalton also likes to collect random things from random nuka cola bottles to tin cans from time to time.

Faction Brotherhood of Steel
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength:7
Perception: 4
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 4
Luck: 9

Backstory: Dalton Claywell, now known as Initiate Dalton Claywell by those within the Brotherhood of Steel. Dalton grew up within and under the care of the Brotherhood of Steel. He was born with in the group both his parents also were and are part of the Brotherhood as well. His mother was a scribe his father a sentinel.

Growing up with the teachings and beliefs and lifestyle of the Brotherhood was taught to him. He wasn't the most gifted person he seemed to struggle with his studies even though he was pretty smart he never took anything seriously. Made jokes and slacked off a lot but eventually he rose to the rank of initiate within the Brotherhood. Dalton was always wanting to go higher in the ranks so he can earn his 'suit' and become a Sentinel like his father or even go farther to the rank of Paladin. Recently he had been given a mission to 'prove' himself as he is to go out and find technology and bring it back to the Brotherhood of steel.

He went out into the waste to do just that. Dalton found a broke pipboy his first day out. After a bit of work and slapping things together he manage to get it to somewhat work after he manage to scrap together stuff to get it to work. Soon after he started to explore the waste looking for whatever he could think of that would be good enough to bring back home.

Weapon choice: Lever action shotgun, 44 revolver and rock'it launcher
Perks (Add only three):
Jury Rigging
Computer Wiz
Gunslinger
'Tagged' Skills (the skills you are strongest in; add only three unless you add a 'Weak Skill', see below):
Computers
Repair
Guns

Any other info not included in the above: Dalton owns a jury rigged half functioning pipboy.

[dereken]

OB

Name: Obadiah of the Cutskin
Age: 20
Appearance:

Image

Obadiah is an imposing tribal, standing at 6'2", with a toned, muscular body. Her skin is the deep tan typical of tribals. Her clothing is a heavy leather armor, festooned with tribal fetishes and talismans. Her hair is cut short and tied back. It has a ruddy, earthy color.
Personality: Obadiah is a brash, boisterous type, just as willing to rush into danger as she is into a new friendship. However, she has a propensity for sharing tribal fables and stories, which she does with the greatest solemnity. While she has a general knowledge of the world outside her tribe, some of the more scientific and advanced aspects escape her. She is quick to anger when she feels to be insulted, though just as quick to lose interest in her anger.
Faction: Independent
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Strength: 9
Perception: 5
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 4
Intelligence:5
Agility:8
Luck:4
Backstory: Obadiah was born of her tribe, self-called the Mal'okai, but referred to by outsiders as 'The Cutskin', due to their ritual of self-scarification. The Cutskin were a warrior people, which heavily emphasized the hunting of great beasts. This led them to be at odds with most of their neighboring tribes. The local politics were wiped away, however, when the Legion rolled through the area, subsuming all the tribes in the area. The Cutskin tried to stand up against the might of the Legion, but it came to naught. They were wiped away, and the survivors that were not taken scattered to the wind.

Obadiah was one such survivor, having only recently having been inducted as a full status warrior of the tribe. She escaped the slaughter and enslavement of her people, along with a small band of other refugees, to the west, where they were taken in by the NCR. The defeat and destruction of her tribe, however, hung on Obadiah's mind, and she refused to settle, instead striking out once more, to the Mojave, where she might prove herself a warrior once more, and regain the honor of the Cutskin.
Weapon choice: Obadiah's Warclub: A custom war-club, traditional of the Cutskin. This one is unique to her, and is a heavy, powerful weapon, enhanced with the teeth of a yao-gui on the head, to both pierce and pulverize.
Perks: Tribal wisdom, hunter, unstoppable force
Tag Skills: Survival, Melee, Unarmed, Sneak
Weak skills:Science

[Grec]

Tatsuya

Name: Tatsuya (Tatsu)
Age: 24
Looks:

looks

Personality: Garuk has a personality that polarizes his intimidating appearance (he is 6'6). He is a rather brooding, reserved and taciturn man who opts to appeal for an analysis of a situation before acting, sometimes even overthinking things, but when he's in action there are few who can stop him.
Faction: Mercenary
S.P.E.C.I.A.L=
S: 10
P: 6
E: 10
C: 3
I: 4
A: 10
L: 2

Backstory: Tatsuya, or Tatsu for short, was born into slavery. His mother was a Japanese slave who was raped by Tatsuya's father, a slaver. She was allowed to keep the child. She gave him the name of the creature that would prosper in this world; Tatsuya, or dragon and gave him the first 7 years of life before being sold into slavery. He was then raised in a military camp as teen, carrying heavy packages and other hard labor. Already very strong genetically, the hard labor made him even stronger

When he found a bottle of buffout, he put his hopes into fighting in the arena for his freedom. He began sneaking extra food while taking the buffout to get even stronger, and when the time came he was 250 pounds of muscle and 6'6, perfect for fighting in the arena. He used his brute strength and size to win his battles in the arena, even beating veteran legionnaires and NCR soldiers.

When he finally won his freedom, he decided to head as far West as he could walk. He met some tribals who taught him survival and how to create gauntlets out of mutated animals, and he went on his way. When he found himself in the brutal Mojave desert, he ran into a Caravan that needed a new guard. He was picked up by the Caravan and given a .44 as a sign up bonus

Weapon choice: Mantis King Gauntlet, .44

Perks (Add only three): Ninja, Slayer, Adamantium Skeleton

'Tagged' Skills (the skills you are strongest in; add only three unless you add a 'Weak Skill', see below): Stealth, Unarmed, Big Guns, Survival

'Weak' Skills (the skills you are weakest in, add only if you want more 'Tagged' Skills): Speech

[DepressedSoviet]

Jake Vieth

Name: Jake Vieth

Age: 229

Looks:

Appearance

Jake is a ghoul, with all the usual features of rotting flesh, no nose, disgusting-colored eyes, crumbling ears, a raspy voice, and little to no hair. He wears the uniform and gear of an NCR trooper,
with rank insignia denoting him as a corporal in the NCR Army, and a red beret denoting him as a member of 1st Recon.

Personality: Jake is a gruff survivalist type, not speaking often, and not liking to spend very much time around people or in urban areas. He prefers the company of the wilderness, a good spotting partner, a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of cigarettes.

Faction: A Corporal in the NCR Army, a member of the 1st Recon division, and a citizen of the NCR.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength: 5
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 8
Luck: 10

Backstory: Jake was a loner even before the Great War, and it shows. He rarely talks about his past, though the wedding ring he wears around his finger, and the cross necklace he keeps around his neck are hints at it, and he can often be found muttering something he calls a "prayer", or reading a worn black book with faded gold text reading "he oly Bibl" on the front.

Jake's past following the war is a bit more open. He was one of the people "lucky" enough to become a ghoul, living in a small california town that was just far enough from ground zero to give him the perfect dose of radiation for the reaction. From there, he wandered California and the surrounding areas, spending quite a bit of time in a town called Broken Hills, where Humans, Super Mutants, and Ghouls lived in relative harmony. That all ended in 2242, which the uranium mine sustaining the town went dry, and everyone left.

From there, Jake moved to what had become the New California Republic, becoming a citizen and an eventual member of the Army. His training went well, with decent enough marksmanship to earn him a place in the Recon branch of the Army, eventually finding a home in 1st Recon, the primer scouting and sniping unit of the Army.

He would soon find himself deployed to the Mojave, scouting the area, and playing rival to the presence of The New Legion, fighting off raiding and scouting parties from across the colorado, while also combatting raider and bandit groups throughout the region. At the moment he's lacking a spotter, so he's having to do alone what snipers usually do in pairs.

Weapon choice: He carries a scoped .308 Hunting Rifle, and a 9mm pistol as a sidearm.

Perks: Light Step, Silent Running, Sniper

'Tagged' Skills: Survival, Sneak, Guns, Medicine

'Weak' Skills: Speech

Any other info not included in the above: N/A

[Pirouette]

La Muerte

Name: La Muerte
Age: Unknown

Still somewhat debated, La Muerte is believed to be female. Although due to extensive kevlar padding, a heavy duster, and a sinister sounding voice synthesizer, some still believe it is a feminine male. There are also suspicions that La Muerte is multiple people, rather than a single person as each time La Muerte appears, their face paint is in a different pattern though some repeats have occurred.

Personality: People who have survived an encounter with La Muerte couldn’t hear much on account of the many explosions but some report that La Muerte is very preachy and apparently very religious. Among her acts of terrorism, she usually preaches about how society as fallen to far and must return to embrace “Him”. Whether this means she is a Children of Atom believer or some Old World religion worshiper, it isn’t certain. Probably the nicer thing about La Muerte is that she does not discriminate targets with the exception of children a few times. Whether La Muerte has a soft spot or likes to foster in fear is uncertain. However, it is likely the latter as La Muerte doesn’t seek to eradicate a populace, only inflict losses and scare them.

Faction: Mr. House? Independent?
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength: 4
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 7
Luck: 6

Backstory:
La Muerte is a self-labeled terrorist that has recently been causing quite a lot of havoc and grief for both parties of the war: NCR and Legion. Some suspect that La Muerte may have ties to Vegas or be an associate of this Muted Man. However, others would argue that the Strip is a lot harder target to hit than the several installations that La Muerte has visited. Origins of La Muerte have been as difficult to determine as her motive. Some say La Muerte has come up from Mexico, a convict on the run. Others think she might be an exiled Boomer due to the love of explosives. However a few had noticed the striking similarities with a character from Drake Tungsten, Chrono Cowboy, including the name San La Muerte. Thus, a few believe that she just might be crazy.

La Muerte has been running rampant on and off for the past year now. There are sections where she terrorizes NCR territory before vanishing for about two weeks and then reappearing in Legion territory, terrorizing their population. She always leaves a calling card behind of some kind, usually a small hallmark card painted over with the La Muerte face and some holy verse scribbled inside. Nobody knows where La Muerte goes during her downtime but people assume that she has a workshop somewhere that she uses to restock. She’s likely to have an alias, too, but again, nobody is certain who is exactly under the face paint.

Weapon choice: Explosives

Perks (Add only three):
Demolition Expert,
Jury Rig,
Terrifying Presence

'Tagged' Skills (the skills you are strongest in; add only three unless you add a 'Weak Skill', see below):

Explosives
Science
Repair

Any other info not included in the above:

Major Character Spoilers enclosed

Name: Katherine “Kate” Marlo
Age: 29
Faction: Mr. House and New Vegas

Looks can be deceiving and Kate certainly likes to be deceiving... Kate is about average height for a female, has a very median build but noticeable muscle definition. Her skin tone is slightly tanned with freckles on her face. She bears a few scars, mostly on her torso. She mostly remains expressionless with a dead stare, only displaying emotion when putting on an act. At one time people thought Kate had quite a soft and soothing voice but as time has past, she sounds a bit hoarse as if she has needs to cough or something. Usually dresses up in leather bomber jacket, pants, an aviator, and a weathered hat.

Personality:
Kate is much for conversation often finding people are too wordy or dull to really attract her attention. In her eyes, they were all savages in a way. A bit hypocritical but she didn’t care or really notice. She has an extreme hatred for the NCR and usually lumps the Legion, finding them to be a bit depraved and deplorable. This fueled hatred does lead her to take an active role against them and as long as you aren’t associated with either, she doesn’t care too much about you. There have been a few who have been able to crack her shell and extremely outgoing people or the sincere,j soft, and caring type can soften Kate’s hard exterior for her to open up. Anybody who can keep her entertained is a plus, like some of the show business people on the Strip. While she also values the true friendship in people like the Followers of the Apocalypse as this was how Kate use to naively envision the world.

Backstory:
Growing up, Katherine was originally part of the Boomer clan that had emerged from their vault to populate Nellis Air Force Base. Due to the xenophobic nature of the Boomers, they all spent their time isolated from the outside world. As Katherine grew up, however, she wanted to experience what was out there and had tried to petition her tribe to maybe send someone out. Denied repeatedly, Katherine grew frustrated and eventually thought it a good idea to sabotage one of the Boomer’s flight simulators in an attempt to have them search for outside help on repair parts. Of course, Katherine was found out and seeing as she wanted to experience the outside world so bad, they exiled her, threatening her to never comeback.

Not the way she wanted it to go, Katherine grew a bit hostile which fueled her discovery of violence and theft being the keys of survival outside the Air Force Base. Eventually this caught up to her and firefight with the NCR lead to her becoming wounded, left her dead on the roadside. She was only saved from death due to a passing Follower of the Apocalypse. Katherine recovered in the Old Mormon Fort, grateful for the help, but grew very aggravated with the rest of the world. From that point on, she swore she had enough NCR and suspected Legion could do the same. She now realized why the Boomers did not want to leave because this outside world was horrid and now with both power factions threatening her family and friends back home, she vowed to do something….

Inspiration for La Muerte did indeed come from Chrono Cowboy as there had been a few comics floating around when she was a kid. She had always loved the La Muerte and Muertos bad guys she decided that she should take up that model. The explosives came when she got lucky on a tip and discovered an old firework factory that was stocked with enough black powder to blow up the Strip. It was also a boon to her that she knew and worked with explosives plenty when growing up as everyone was trained with the artillery. Creating explosives was another thing but after some practice, Katherine did managed to become quite good at the process.

For a whole year, Katherine hid under the guise of La Muerte using facepaint to play the part, a salvaged voice unit from a sentry bot to disguise her voice, spouting religious crap to disguise her intentions... Loot she gained was put back into her work and the excess to fuel her found love of gambling. It had been going well she thought until a mysterious man approached her just last week. The Muted Man was quite persuasive, albeit intimidating too, and offered her a position to work for Mr. House. There were plenty of perks in addition to that thinly veiled threat that Katherine decided to accept and see where it takes her. She had always spared New Vegas due to the Followers of the Apocalypse being there and not necessarily as a show of respect to Mr. House, but it appeared it had been interpreted that way. Still, Katherine couldn’t complain being given access to the Strip proper now. It sure beat those shitty knock offs off the strip.

[Delta 38]

Centurion Numerius Valens

Name: Numerius Valens
Age: 32
Looks:


Numerius stands at 5 foot 11 and is broad of build and muscle. He has dark and suspicious eyes with a dangerous light in them. He often keeps his black hair short with a modest goatee. His body is covered in scars, the bull of the legion has been branded onto his left pectoral. His uniform consists of heavy metal armor which have been re-purposed into the colors of the Legion. His helmet is signifying of the Centurion rank, a plume of bright red feathers.

Personality:
When you think of a New Legion Officer, you probably imagine Numerius. Powerful, decisive, ruthless, totally dedicated to the cause of Caesar and the Legion, Numerius is the model legionnaire. Numerius was promoted to his position because he has the mindset of a conqueror, not of a simple foot soldier. He welcomes all who wishes to join the legion with open arms and destroys all who would dare oppose him and his brothers. While some outside the legion would consider him a monster (and that very well might be true) within the legion he's considered a good man. Numerius is very family oriented, his wife and two children being one of his motivating factors for fighting. He truly believes once that Legion has taken over everything, the world will be safe and his children can grow up to do great things. If that means he has to slay every degenerate that stands in his path, than so be it.

Numerius is also a devout follower of Mars, the official God of the Legion. He has a unique respect for his enemies, weak or strong, that is rare in the legion. It speaks of his humbleness and modesty when facing down an opponent which many other legionnaires lack. But one shouldn't mistake these traits for mercy, as Numerius has none for any who would stand in the way of his goals.

Faction: New Legion

S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 10
Perception: 6
Endurance: 9
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 2

Backstory:

Numerius Valens was born Elijah Valen in a large farming town on the border of Kansas. He grew up a farmer, living in a brutal environment like most in the wasteland. This town was located in the middle of the plains with the only fertile land for miles around. People from all over came to trade for the freshly grown food of his town, which also made it a target for raiders. Elijah joined the town guard at the age of 15, learning how to fight properly, track thieves and handle drunks. He went on many patrols in his few years of serving. But by the time he was 18, the raiders had become too many as his town had raised the prices for food. Many normal people were simply hungry and didn't have the means to afford it from the now wealthy farming town.

So an army of raiders assaulted the town in the dead of night in a vicious attack. It went farther than anybody wanted. Many innocents lay dead in the streets and Elijah himself had been shot twice, bleeding out at the gates. He passed out with image of the town he failed fading in his mind. He awoke in a Legion tent two days later. The New Legion had moved in and dispatched the raiders, setting up an outpost in the town. They had saved his life and for that, he was in their debt. The Legion let him know it too and he was drafted that day into their forces. Elijah buried his parents and young sister that day and was given the name Numerius Valens and the tattoo of the Legion, a bull on his left pectoral.

Numerius marched out with a centuria towards Colorado, to a larger outpost. Over the years, Numerius fought in many battles and participated in many campaigns. His acts of valor got him noticed and promoted over time. He took many lives with his blade and earned his right to be called a legionnaire and a Centurion. He met a beautiful woman by the name of Marziana and married her and had two beautiful children, Loxus and Luna. Numerius began to see Mars' influence in each aspect of his life and gave thanks. Though the deaths of his previous family still haunted him, his new family was all he needed to move forward. Now the NCR and Mr. House is in the Legion's cross hairs and Numerius is ready to take them both on for the glory of the Legion. And Mars help anyone who gets in their way.

Weapon choice: Power Fist and New Legion Long Sword (Basically a spatha.)

Perks (Add only three):

Piercing Strike

Super Slam!

Unstoppable Force

'Tagged' Skills (the skills you are strongest in; add only three unless you add a 'Weak Skill', see below):

- Melee

- Unarmed

- Traps

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Jean Khan

Name: Jean Khan

Age: 25

Looks: (picture optional)

Hider

Personality:
Cold and distrusting, mostly. At least to outsiders. Then again, some would argue that the Khans have good reason to hate the outside world after what happened at Bitter Springs. Jean is no different, but unlike most she will at least hear a stranger out before passing judgement. Unless they're NCR, in which case they can just fuck right off, to put it in her own words. Despite such a prickly attitude, Jean doesn't actually go out of her way to pick a fight, not even with NCR. But don't think that means you'll get away with taking a shot at her or doing anything that would just piss her off in general. Jean keeps a lot of pent up rage inside and it shows when she fights... or when she's drunk. But if you can get past the thorny attitude and anger issues, you'll find a young woman who most might actually say is justified in her ways, even if she does have a massive chip on her shoulder.

Faction
The Great Khans

S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 6
Perception: 6
Endurance: 8
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 8
Luck: 5

Backstory:
To understand Jean's story, one must look no further than the history of the Great Khans as a whole. Under the rule of Papa Khan, the Khans kept to themselves, living with an isolationist policy. Contact with other tribes and factions was kept to a minimum unless it was for trading. Conflicts between the Legion, NCR, and Mr. House was considered none of the Khans' business and so they opted for neutrality. Knowing the Khans' long and deadly history as a tribe of raiders, the NCR apparently decided they couldn't just leave them be. If they weren't dealt with, the Khans could become a threat again, so they launched a surprise attack against a Khan encampment at the Bitter Springs campground. Instead of soldiers, the NCR instead found women and children, defended only by a handful of actual soldiers. It wasn't a battle, it was an outright massacre. Still, the NCR believed that such a demoralizing blow would surely spell the end of the Great Khans, especially when reports came of Papa Khan being among the dead. The NCR couldn't be more wrong.

Instead, Bitter Springs served as a wake-up call to most of the Khans. For years they were living in what they now realized was naivety, and that now they had no choice but to pick a side and fight for survival. No one believed this more than a man named Sonny. Smilin' Sonny - or so he was called - was one of Papa Khan's trusted lieutenants, considered by many to be his right-hand man. With Papa gone, it seemed only natural for Sonny to take over and fill in his shoes. Only one person didn't like the arrangement, and that was Jean. Jean Khan was a young and eager scout, and also Papa's only daughter. She would have been slaughtered at Bitter Springs if not for sheer luck. It just so happened that she and Papa had an argument the week before and he "punished" her by sending her out on a long-distance supply run, Jean only returning in time to see the aftermath of Bitter Springs. She also always hated Sonny, who for the longest time kept calling her "his girl" and claiming that she would be his one day sooner or later. When Jean tried to oppose Sonny's takeover, he rightly pointed out that the Great Khans have - and always would be - a patriarchy, that no Khan would be caught dead swearing loyalty to a female leader.

Sonny even tried to brow-beat Jean into marrying him, that their union would only strengthen the Khans. Jean could only spit at the idea, but would have been forced into an arranged union if her mother hadn't stepped in and offered to marry Sonny instead. Jean felt a strong sting that day, seeing this as her mother not only betraying her but Papa's memory as well. Over the next three years Sonny has been working to mobilize the Khans to join Caesar's Legion and exact revenge on the NCR. As much as Jean despised the NCR for what they'd done, she couldn't help but feel this was the wrong decision. How could they possibly know if the Legion would treat them any better? For that matter, this new policy was in direct opposition to Papa's former policy of staying neutral and isolated. Maybe it was her loyalty to her father, or maybe it was her hatred for Sonny? Either way, Jean couldn't let him get away with this. One day, out of the blue, Jean challenged Sonny to trial-by-combat in order to win leadership of the Khan's from him. It was an old law, one the Khans hadn't needed to use in a long time, but Sonny accepted.

Jean never stood a chance. She was still young and inexperienced, and Sonny was Papa's strongest lieutenant, and and had even survived Bitter Springs. It was no contest, and Sonny was all too eager to finally shut Jean up for good. After all, this sort of battle was, by law, to the death. Jean would have died that day, and frankly she really should have. But someone stepped in to save her at the last moment. Jean's mother - whom rest of the tribe affectionately called Big Mama - invoked another of the Khans' old laws. She offered to take Jean's punishment herself. According to older Khan laws, it was perfectly acceptable for someone to offer themselves in place of another to spare them the punishment in exchange for a full pardon of the accused's crimes. Sonny was reluctant, but didn't want to risk angering the tribe by ignoring one of their laws. And so Big Mama was killed in Jean's place, and Jean now found herself without a mother or father, and her entire tribe seemingly turned against her by this smiling bastard who wasn't even born among the Khans. A little known secret about Sonny was that he used to be an outsider who joined the tribe after proving himself.

More determined than ever, Jean has sworn to herself that come hell or high water, she would take back the tribe from Sonny and see him put in his place.

Weapon choice:
Compact Bow (it can be folded in when not in use so that it takes up less packing room)
2 .357 Magnums
Ballistic Fist

Perks (Add only three):
Khan Trick
Black Widow
Cherchez La Femme

'Tagged' Skills:
Guns
Unarmed
Sneak
Medicine
Survival

'Weak' Skills:
Science
Barter

[JackHasAShotgun]

James Farkas

Name: James Farkas

Age: 34

Personality: James is a very charming yet extremely angry man prone to impatient and aggressive remarks and occasionally acts of not completely justified violence. He is indiscriminately honest and almost never bites his tongue. He thinks of the world in very gray terms morally and thinks nothing of the contradiction in him often wanting to help people but also being an extremely gifted and frequent killer. He is loyal to those he cares about and is almost always a man of his word, whether those words be spoken with good or bad intent.

For better or worse James is a man who lives by a code. He definitely doesn’t kill children. As a matter of fact he would likely execute anybody who asked him to. He doesn’t kill people who aren’t a danger to him or others, though that doesn’t guarantee he won’t punch them. Lying for him is extremely rare and he generally takes other people at their word unless he has a bad gut feeling about them. Killing in self defense barely rates as a kill for him. Once someone is attempting to take his or someone else's life all bets are off. Generally he does his best to protect the innocent and kill only those guilty of reprehensible crimes.

Faction: Followers of the Apocalypse

Strength: 5
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 9
Luck: 6

Backstory: James spent most of his childhood in the Boneyard further back west, his father a doctor in the Followers of the Apocalypse and his mother a hired gun paid to protect him and others whilst out on their expeditions. Of course the two soon grew close and not too long after James and his twin sister Julie were born. Due to his parents both having relatively well paid jobs James probably grew up more comfortably than most in the post-apocalyptic world despite having to live in a place such as the Boneyard.

He was a talented kid, taking to shooting and repairing firearms quickly due to an infatuation with Westerns. He both read and listened to Western holotapes a lot as a child, daydreaming about one day being the quickest gun in the wastes. Because of his and his moms shared interests he grew closer to her than he did his father. She taught him how to shoot and maintain all manner of rifles and pistols from the time he was eight years old. It was pretty much expected from then on that he would follow his mother's footsteps and Julie would follow their fathers.

Due to his relatively comfortable life, his confidence and a little later on his blooming good looks James ended up getting into his fair share of fist fights as a kid. The other young and much poorer inhabitants of the city were understandably bitter about his good fortune and found ways to insult and attack him for it. They still quite regularly had to deal with raider gangs, super mutants and radiation poisoning whereas he and his for the most part did not, although as Followers they were doing what they could to help those who did. These fights eventually lead to James being rather proficient with his fists.

Around the age of 15 was when he and his sister first started venturing out on safer and not too distant expeditions with their parents and several other volunteers. They would travel to remote settlements and if needed teach them how to better survive in various ways. They would teach how to better farm, how to make certain medicines or simply help settlers in any way they could. It was on one of these expeditions when James was 16 that he saw one of his father's friends get blasted in the chest by a paranoid and jumpy settler. They were in a very small settlement, nothing more than four or five wooden huts really. They had been to this particular place less than a year before and were just making a pit stop on the way to another town. They were doing what they usually did upon arrival to an already known location and knocking on the homes to announce themselves and offer help to anyone in need but before this poor man even got to this one huts door it violently swung open and the inhabitant fired out with his double barrel, buckshot tearing into his victim's chest.

James barely thought before he reacted, mostly running on muscle memory. He tore his handgun from its holster and emptied half a clip at the doorway before the man with the scatter-gun had a chance to reload. Only three of the rounds actually hit the man but it was enough. James had taken his first life in the blink of an eye. What happened after that was a bit of a blur but he remembered his father being furious. They had come to help and instead were left with two people dead before they even got to their destination. His mom of course understood. In the moment he hadn’t really had a choice at all. It was freeze or react and she had trained him to react in just the way he had. Sometimes it really was the only option on the table.

It was also a notable event in shaping James mind. That day distanced him from the Followers philosophy a little. He thought about the people his parents helped back in the Boneyard and how they still treated he and his sister with nothing but hostility and he thought about how the man he had killed blew someone who was there to try and help him away without taking a second to think. That day he began debating whether people really deserved or wanted help at all, a debate he would likely never conclude.

Several years later he’d been on dozens of expeditions, quite a few of them without his parents as they were now getting on in age. His sister was studying medicine at the Angels Boneyard Medical University. He for the most part had continued to act as a hired gun simply out of loyalty to his parents and their faction. He’d grown tired of it though, tired of helping the same old settlements who never really appreciated the kind of danger he and his loved ones put themselves in to try and help them. He had become more of a mercenary than anything, often asking whether the settlements needed any small raider bands killed in return for some caps. Some Followers disapproved, thinking it the antithesis of what they stood for, others accepted it as just another way of helping the downtrodden out in their violent world.

Mercenary work for remote settlements was obviously never very profitable however so James sought out a profession that was both far better paying and still allowed him to do what he was good at without hurting decent folk. Bounty hunting. Given a camera and a description James sought out certain outlaws and killed them. Some, such as rapists, slavers and mass murderers he killed without warning or mercy. Others, such as those who had committed crimes he deemed too morally gray to make a snap judgement on he spoke to first, occasionally letting them go free and alive. He helped more than one woman and child who had killed abusive husbands or fathers get out of NCR territory unharmed. He did this for over a decade, travelling far and wide. He became quite famous on the west coast as a bounty hunter, gunslinger and general killer.

Eventually though his parents summoned him back home to the Boneyard. They had a favor to ask of him, one he could never in good conscience refuse. His sister was going to Nevada, leading the Followers in their efforts to help the populace there. They wanted him to go with her, to protect her. They didn’t fully trust the NCR. He loved his sister and couldn’t let his parents down, especially knowing they would do anything to go with her themselves but simply couldn’t handle the journey physically. So he travelled to Nevada as his sisters right hand, so to speak.

Weapons: Marlin 1894 (On a Sling), a 45. Glock 21 (Hip Holster) and a .380 Glock 42 (holster on back of belt).

Perks: Rapid Reload, Gunslinger and Quick Draw.

Tagged Skills: Guns, Speech, Unarmed, Repair and Medicine.

Weak Skills: Explosives and Science.

Any other info not included in the above:
Julie Farkas (The leader of the FotA in Freeside/New Vegas) is his sister.

[Noodles]

Cecillia

Name: Cecillia

Age: 19

Looks:

Hider

Personality: Cecilia is a sincere, ambitious and keen girl, though she is not interested in starting a relationship/family.
Cecilia is a sincere girl, mostly loyal to her job and often have them completed. She has her own sense of values, and sometimes deviate from orders, making decisions that she think is right. She was generally neutral towards the Legion, the only reason why she associates with them is due to common enemies. She is also ambitious, rather determined to her cause of returning her parents' favour. She is sharp, and thus she rarely gets herself into battles that she can't win. However, she isn't interested in starting a family, 'cause she feels that she doesn't need to be a legionary to work her way up.

Faction: New Legion
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength: 4
Perception: 6
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 6
Luck: 6

Backstory: Cecillia was born in a fairly rich family of the Republic. Her parents worked in the Government, and she lived free of worries due to their influences. Things changed when she was 13, when her parents were charged with corruption and killed silently. She was the only one spared because the government have assumed her to be just a 'mere child'. Despite so, she found the idea of working under the noses of those who blatantly killed her parents distasteful. Thus, she left the Capital, defecting towards the Legion territory. She worked as a mercenary from then to make a living.

Weapon choice: Pistol

Perks (Add only three):
Friend of the Night
Gunslinger
Light Step

'Tagged' Skills (the skills you are strongest in; add only three unless you add a 'Weak Skill', see below):
Small arms
Sneak
Repair

All other skills are assumed to be average unless you want to take a 'Weak Skill'.

'Weak' Skills (the skills you are weakest in, add only if you want more 'Tagged' Skills):

Any other info not included in the above: