[CHAR] Fallout: Atlanta

[Xeronoia]

Name: Flannery D'Isigny

Appearance: 5'4 feet tall. Small framed, lacking muscle and slightly pudgy. Round faced with a button nose, thin lips, slight jawline, and a broad forehead. Skin is pale white, and dotted in freckles. Eyes are wide and a very pale gray-blue. Hair is a bright orange-red, kept in a shaggy bobcut.

Race: Smoothskin, Irish

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: 40 Points Total
Strength: 4
Perception: 4
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 4
Luck: 8

Skills: Speech (Major), Science (Major), Medicine (Minor), Survival (Minor), Explosives (Minor)

Perks: Animal Friend (Animals are friendly to her.)

Personality: To sum her up, she is a bookworm at heart, possessed of a love of reading and knowledge. She has a gentle, softspoken demeanor even despite the recent nuclear disaster. She has a firm set of ethics that she lives by, which others might consider overly simplistic or foolishly optimistic. Though she is friendly and kind to most, she is also judgmental and cold towards those who have earned her ire.

Bio: Formerly a university professor, the bombs fell while she was in the middle of conducting a lecture. The alert came too late for people to evacuate to a vault or a safe place, and the building was almost literally knocked over from the force of the blast causing it to cave in on itself. Through sheer luck she survived with minor injuries, and was left un-ghoul-ified as well. One of the few survivors at the university, some of whom died of injuries soon after, she has since taken it upon herself to try and put her academic knowledge of various fields to use. As such she travels in a manner similar to a trader, except offering help and advice in a struggle to put the pieces of society back together.

Equipment: Pack Brahmin. Books. Various medical supplies, tools, scrap, and components. Handmade and Salvaged Explosives and Incendiaries.

[jordy0403]

Felix

Appearance

(Without helmet, holes in chest armour, items. Also doesn’t have webbed hands.)

(Face only)

6’ 0.5”, medium build, short hair, everything else in pictures above.
Race: Smooth skin
S.P.E.C.I.A.L:
Strength= 7
Perception= 7
Endurance= 7
Charisma= 3
Intelligence= 5
Agility= 7
Luck= 4

Skills: Close Combat (Major), Repair (Major), Crafting (Minor), Building (Minor), Survival (Minor)
Perks: Big Brother (Will do anything to protect his sister, doesn’t take many, if any, chances with her safety.)
Personality: Serious, grim, and cautious on the outside, but is friendly and inviting to those he knows.
Bio: The son of a prepper, Felix grew up around ‘crazy’, having a mini vault under the house, and had been trained in how to survive by his father for years. When the bombs dropped, Felix and his sister hid in the vault. Their parents never made it. He was twenty then. Surviving with their fathers teachings in this new world, they felt that they were lucky that their father was serious about prepping, so neither of them turned into ghouls. They never split up for more than 12 hours.
Equipment: Plate and cloth armour, survival knife, pistol, assault rifle, machete, rundown camp in a ruined apartment complex.

Alexis

Name: Alexis Barrak
Appearance:

6’, light build,
Race: Smooth skin
S.P.E.C.I.A.L:
Strength= 3
Perception= 7
Endurance= 4
Charisma= 7
Intelligence= 7
Agility= 5
Luck= 7

Skills: Trader (Major), Hacking (Major), Marksman (Minor), Scavenging (Minor), Hunting (Minor)
Perks:
Personality: Stubborn, kind, generous.
Bio: With a similar background to her brother, he’s the fighter and she’s the trader. When the bombs dropped, she was eighteen. Always optimistic, she still made her brother celebrate Christmas and their birthdays, whether he liked it or not. There was one difference between them when they got into their father’s bunker, she had seen her father get trapped from it, as he pushed her towards the hatch. She’s never shared this piece of information with anyone, but still hopes that their parents are out there, somewhere, even if they’re ghouls. They had emerged from the bunker six months after the bombs, driven out from lack of supplies.
Equipment: Armoured Clothes, survival knife, pistol, rifle, crowbar, rundown camp in a ruined apartment complex.

[Lord Coake]

David

Name: David Blackford

Appearance: David suffers from the usual charred, rotting skin of a ghoul, but unlike most managed to keep a nearly-full head of hair, though it has gone from its former chocolate brown to an ashy grey color. His eyes have also changed, now a bright orange, reminiscent of the atomic fire that scorched the earth a year ago. He is 5 feet 11 inches in height, and has a weight of 178 pounds.

Race: Ghoul

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: For consistency, let's say 40 points worth
Strength: 5
Perception: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 5

Skills: Guns(Major), Speech(Major), Medicine(Minor), Repair(Minor), Survival(Minor)

Perks: Gun Nut 1, Educated

Personality: A devout Christian, David believes in doing good for those who do good for him. He always volunteers to help those in need, whether that means building a house, or blowing the brains out of a raider's head. He enjoys a good joke, good friends, and good food. He's all-around a nice guy.

Bio: David does not divulge upon his life before the war, as he sees thinking on it as a pointless endeavor. He prefers to focus on how people can build up the world they have now. Seeing the Great War as the Wrath of God unleashed upon humanity, and that there are people who still have not learned from the mistake, David takes it upon himself to bring the judgement of God to those who have begun to prey on weaker survivors. He does not preach, he does not hold prayer sermons, he merely wanders the wasteland, bringing swift justice to bandit and raider types.

Equipment: He keeps a backpack on him, with a bedroll tied to the bottom of it. Said backpack contains approx. 1 week's supply of food and water, = a decent stock of ammo, mainly in .45 caliber for his handgun, and a small supply of medical items. On his hip he keeps a .45 caliber handgun, nicknamed the 'Hand of God' by David. His main outfit consists of the tattered black clothes of a Catholic priest, with a holster tied to the waist, and a worn but serviceable Bible hanging from his belt by a clasp.

[TheUnknowable]

My character

Name: Carl Fredrick

Appearance:

Race: Ghoul

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:
Strength: 4
Perception: 6
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 4
Luck: 5

Skills: Science (Major), Energy Weapons (Major), Repair (minor), Barter (minor), Small guns (minor)

Perks: Ghoul (Immune to radiation, and heals slowly in it, though the dust can still choke him. Also ages very slowly, though that won't matter much.)

Personality: He likes machines. They're easy to understand, often easier than humans.

Bio: He was working on the computer system for the Stadium when the bombs fell. He woke up a few hours later with his hair falling out and his skin flaking. He activated the intercom system and asked for everyone that was still alive to meet him in the announcer box. After they did, they talked and decided to fix the place up and turn it into a trade hub for the new irradiated world.
He currently works there as a mechanic, keeping the equipment and robots repaired. He's also on the city council, where he's in charge of keeping the infrastructure working.

Equipment: Pip boy (they had a few for the maintenance staff to use), Laser rifle, engineer jumpsuit, combat knife