Name: "Fox"
Age: 25-29
Appearance: I, too, have a shitty drawing that I can't seem to find anywhere. But he's generally white (Aryan master race), tall, dark-haired, athletic, and lean: what you'd expect of the Enclave's hyper-American bloodline.
Race: Human
Skills:
- Guns
- Explosives
- Science
Perks:
Grunt:
Just good, honest infantry work! You do 25% more damage with 9mm and .45 Auto pistols and SMGs, service rifles, assault and marksman carbines, light machine guns, frag grenades, grenade rifles and launchers, and combat knives.
Commando:
While using a rifle (or similar two-handed weapon), your accuracy in V.A.T.S. is significantly increased.
Equipment:
Enclave reconnaissance urban battledress (light armor, not general infantry powered armor), mobile armor plating (similar to SAPI plates of today, with added resistance to some laser weaponry: getting shot generally won't kill you instantly, but it will certainly ruin your day), LBV, integrated helmet, patrol rucksack. Enclave markings have been crossed out by red "x" marks, while "DISAVOWED" has been written underneath.
Enclave battle rifle, 7.62mm - UGL + NOD modifications
Enclave combat revolver, .45 caliber - LLM modification
Enclave utility/combat knife
PIP-Boy 2500/U.S. (US Government PIP-Boy variant of the 2000 model with additional features and connectivity to the ARPANET)
General supplies and medical items (overstock of Med-X)
Bio: Fox was born like most other Enclave personnel: in a bunker deep below the surface. Yet he was a distinctly different breed from a Vault-dweller. From an early age, he and his peers were indoctrinated with the belief that they would go on to become public servants for the Enclave - the last remaining bastion of the US Government and thus, civilization. General schooling had given Fox the skills to lead, manage, and become a useful utility in the Enclave's vast ranks. It was only at the secondary schooling level that he submitted his application package to the combat arms branch of the Enclave after making up his mind about the career he was interested in. He performed well on school tests, and was eventually accepted to full-scale combat service (as opposed to reservist conscription that everyone else ended up with in addition to their normal careers.) During basic training, he showed his true skills at leadership and management and was placed in a slot for leadership. He attended officer training shortly thereafter and was selected for recon school. Passing through, he was assigned to the famed F Company that was responsible for forward reconnaissance and direct action, if needed.
Recon school taught him to survive in the Wastes and enable paths from which regular Enclave forces could travel to fight and "civilize" the world. He remained undercover, scouting and gathering intelligence in the DC Metropolitan area well before the initial Enclave emergence following the activation of the Jefferson Memorial's water purifier by the Lone Wanderer. It was during this time that he was experiencing an enlightenment of sorts. The memorials and offices of DC displayed patchworks suggestions of the United States as a benevolent, democratic power. Yet when the Enclave rounded up citizens and executed them as per Colonel Autumn's orders, Fox felt that the vision of America was being betrayed. He had been taught so many things that simply weren't coming true. Towns were wiped off the map instead of reclaimed. The Enclave forces were killing instead of helping. The people did not look "impure" or "inept", as the President kept stating. They looked like they needed help. Weeks passed as Fox tried to keep his faith in the system. Eventually, he slowly became more cynical and increasingly critical of operations. Senior officers began to take note of this during staff meetings.
The catalyst for Fox's departure came during the Battle of the Purifier. As Brotherhood forces pushed through from the Citadel, Fox was ordered to take F Company to Anacostia where a Brotherhood flanking maneuver was expected. Establishing a beachhead on the bank of the Potomac River, the company began to take fire from Brotherhood advance scouts. A pitched firefight ensued that was eventually finished when a Vertibird dropped incendiary munitions on the building where the Brotherhood scouts had holed up in. As F Company advanced to "liquidate" the casualties, Fox ordered them to be stabilized. Ostensibly, their uses as prisoners would be far greater than simply killing them. After all, they had knowledge of the operations plans on the side of the Brotherhood. However, some part of him believed that these opponents shouldn't be murdered like animals. There had been rules to war, once: Fox wanted to honor that as well. But command denied his request and reissued an order to kill the scouts. Fox denied it and began to tend to the wounded himself before the executive officer placed him under arrest. There was no struggle, and Fox was sent to the stockade.
The realization that all was not well had occurred to him immediately. After the battle, as the Enclave reeled from the assault, Fox was given a trial. A mock trial, of course, but one that damned him to execution on the charges of insubordination, assisting the enemy, and treason. The rub salt into the wound, further charges of misappropriation of government resources, failure to wear the uniform correctly (his boots were unbloused at the time in casual defiance of established uniform code), negligent weapons discharge, and assault of an officer. Many of those had been simply made up. Fox's fate had been determined: he was to be shot the next day. That evening, he traded for a shiv and proceeded to take a prison guard hostage. Threatening to tear his throat out, Fox received the codes to the brig's doors and the guard armory. He locked the guard in a broom closet and looted as much as he could from the armory before escaping. He rushed out with a facemask concealing his identity: when he was stopped, his excuse was that we was headed out on a patrol. In minutes, he was gone. His survivalist skills, ironically taught to him by the Enclave, enabled him to make his escape. By the next morning he was in the westernmost parts of Northern Virginia. The Enclave sent out trackers to find and kill him before their defeat at the hands of the Brotherhood, and they continued their jobs as the Enclave fell apart around them.
Now alone and hunted, Fox wandered for a time. He explored the region surrounding DC and Virginia, looking for a safe place. Yet the Enclave still hunted him, appearing in locations to ambush him. They stuck to his trail, forcing him to trust nobody. But that mindset couldn't last forever, and he met a fellow explorer at a lonely bar in West Virginia. His name was Kiril Kazakov, and they became subject to a brawl. As the angry townspeople closed in around them, Fox and Kiril left together. Climbing through a mountain pass away from the conflict, they agreed to stick together to survive. They made their way back through the valleys and towards DC, where they laid low for some time. They often had clashes of personality, with Fox maintaining his idealism over the American values and Kiril arguing that they should do everything they could to survive. The tensions eventually became heated over the issue of slavery, when Kiril captured a ghoul and suggested that he be sold into slavery. They came to blows, but eventually Kiril convinced Fox to go under threat of death. They went off into the night, stopping only at the outpost of Arefu. Fox, however, accidentally killed a bouncer at a brother and sparked another riot. He managed to escape, but couldn't find Kiril in time. They never saw each other again, as Fox escaped through the old Metro tunnels. Unsure of the fate of his comrade but similarly unsure of the situation and his ability to find out, Fox fled the mercenaries chasing him.
He ran through the Metro tunnels before dispatching the mercenaries with a tunnel collapse. But this was not the end: he had walked in on some sort of settlement in the Metro. They appeared to be a cult, worshipping the Second Coming of Jesus. Fox was soon approached by their leader, a man named Rafael, who stated simply that they had seen Jesus streak across the sky in a fiery chariot, but couldn't keep his attention. They had established a signals post in a telecommunications building in Bethesda in order to contact Jesus and convince him to land, but it had gone silent. Their prophecies foretold this, and also the arrival of an outsider who would bring about the Second Coming. Fox was that outsider - a fearless warrior who would brave the Wastes to attract Jesus and his Apostles to land their chariot and uplift the true believers to Heaven. Fox reluctantly agreed to this quest after being treated to food, water, and supplies. He left the next day to find Bethesda and the signals station. The Raider hub was bloody and gritty, but Fox penetrated through their barricades anyways. It was here where he met Miguel.
Miguel had been taken captive by the Raiders and was saved by Fox from execution. The trader had been kidnapped from his caravan and imprisoned there. After thanking Fox for his kindness, he asked to tag along: he wanted an escort out of the city. Fox reluctantly agreed, and he found himself growing closer to Miguel as time went by. They shared their tragic stories, and Fox began to feel sympathy for the man who had lost everything as well. Miguel proved invaluable during the assault on the Raider-occupied signals station, before they burst their way inside. Upon reactivation of the station, Fox turned around only to see Miguel pointing a gun at him. Miguel was, in fact, Major Anthony Gonzales: an Enclave officer who ordered Fox's imprisonment and execution after being publicly shamed as a civilian killer at a meeting. He wanted to personally finish the job that had eluded him so many years ago. Fox was shot, but non-fatally. He came to as Major Gonzales called in a Vertibird, only to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Fox proceeded to bite out Major Gonzales's throat in a frenzy of combat. He escaped before the Vertibird arrived, and began the long walk back to Rafael. The enemy was onto him. They could be anywhere. They could be anyone. It was even more dangerous than before.
And thus, the story continues.
On an unrelated note, searching back to the MCF to find this app I realized that Fox's first birthday was a few days ago. He's over a year old.