How about thisName/Nicknames: Jim
Race: Ghoul
Age: Unknown (pre-nukes)
Appearance:Like This
Sexual Preferences: none
Perks:
Robotics Expert
Gun Nut
Prospector
Racial Perk:
Radiation Immunity (Ghoul)
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength 5
perception 5
endurance 7
Charisma 3
Intelligence 8
Agility 7
Luck 5
Equipment
Combat armor
Raider blastmaster helmet
Sniper Rifle
9mm handgun
food + water
some spare parts (Sniper rifle repair)
683 caps
“Frank” (The Baseball)
tools for repair and modification of robots or weapons.
Personality:
Jim has been driven slightly mad by his years and years of isolation and he is apathetic towards most things, and just trying to live his life, such as, who lives or dies really doesn't make much difference to him. He has taken up adventuring mostly due to boredom. He does hide the fact he is a Ghoul only because it makes his life easier if people don't know. Otherwise he is a savvy salvager, who can always make a quick buck by going into highly irradiated areas.
Bio: Jim woke up after some strange noises and flashes of light, 'odd thunderstorm' he though. After a few moments the house above him was torn from the ground. Living in the basement was probably the luckiest thing he had ever done. The rubble above him protected him from the infernal heat of the warheads, but not the radiation. After a couple of days his skin began to rot away from him but it never killed him. Within a week of the nuclear blasts, he was a Ghoul. Although the term hadn't been invented yet. He survived the radiation, and everyone and everthing died so fast there was plenty to eat if he wasn't being picky. Radiation had killed most of the bacteria in the food near him and it didn't seem to be effecting him at all, so he continued to survive. He became eccentric due to his isolation, but managed to live long enough to cultivate “crops”. It was mutated strains of food growing crops but it seemed to work. He did very little exploration for many many years because he assumed everyone was dead and he would die eventually too.
One day, he met “frank”. Frank was a simple baseball and had done very little with his life but Jim had made him his friend. Frank is a very good friend, always listened but had very little to say. Jim befiriended the baseball because he was afraid that the years of isolation might effect his mind some day and decided to take preventative measures to ensure that he remains "sane"
Eventually Jim began hearing things from above. He decided to leave and explore. He was unsure of the time that had passed and wanted to see if anything had changed. And they have. He met his first Super Mutant, who was a decent sort and only tried to kill Jim twice. Jim sensed that maybe this giant green man might not be the most friendly and decided to lose him in the ruins of DC. Which was a simple task and struck out on his own to learn of the world.
During his exploration he learned much, like that Ghouls are feared and often shot at or beaten on site. So he cobbled together a set of armor that would be passable in most of the non-mutated settlements. It took him some time and a few excursions to irradiated military bases to build himself a reasonable set of armor. During his exploration he managed to find a very nicely preserved sniper rifle and hand gun, and decided that a life full of adventuring and exploration would do him, and frank, some good. also during his travels he became quite adept at repair and engineering. a great deal of it is jury rigged and held together with duct tape and wire, but it works.
Approved! Feel free to put our very first Ghoul in the CS tab.
Eh, I don't think this roleplay is going to hold itself to the standard I want after all. I won't be joining. Have fun, y'all!
And you! Hope you enjoy whatever comes next for you.
