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That sounds like the greatest plan ever. I approve.
Of course. And as I told you. Just a rough outline. I'll name it vault 102! Just kidding lol. I guess just vault 92. Also I love Firefly. I've been watching it ever since I was five lol.
Also I suggest you read the "Factions" Tab.
Also I suggest you read the "Factions" Tab.
Name: Brookes Durrant
Preferred Name: Brook
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
species: Human
Personality type: Brookes is the loner type. He never socialized well with any of the other kids at the vault, thinking them completely and utterly stupid. Through most of his life he never really relied on anyone or let anyone close to him after his parents died. Whenever anybody tries to get close to him, he just puts up his walls and never lets anybody close to him. Through this, he has become fairly self-sufficient despite being fifteen years old. He ran from his vault a year ago after it was destroyed and he's managed to survive by going from town to town, doing boring, laborious tasks. He can't resist helping people but never really talks very much.
Main Skills: Survival, speech, and medicine.
Secondary Skill: Bartering.
Bio: As a child, Brookes was already fairly independent. His parents had to work a lot so he spent most of his time alone. He would always play alone and feed himself. One day, he heard lots of screams and explosions coming from another area in vault 89 and instantly grabbed his father's spare gun and ran out to see what happened. Only to find that the whole vault was completely ruined. Raided by The Lost Ones that roamed the wastelands. When he found his parents, he didn't shed a single tear. Instead, he salvaged what he could and grabbed their hands and dragged them out of the vault. For days, he held their cold, lifeless hands and dragged them across the wastelands with him until his mothers hand broke off. Only then did he cry. He fell to his knees and cried for a whole night. Then, he wiped away his tears and continued walking, not looking back at his parents the whole time. Now he travels around with different groups of people and sometimes stays in a single town for a while, working for enough money to feed himself.
Weapons: A pocket knife and his father's spare pistol.
Items: Basic medical supplies, his mother's wedding ring, medical masks, pistol ammo, food, and water.
Accessories: Goggles that he uses to protect his eyes, just basic circular eye goggles. He also wears medical masks to protect himself, he doesn't really know what he's protecting himself from. Just that he doesn't want to get sick.
Preferred Name: Brook
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
species: Human
Personality type: Brookes is the loner type. He never socialized well with any of the other kids at the vault, thinking them completely and utterly stupid. Through most of his life he never really relied on anyone or let anyone close to him after his parents died. Whenever anybody tries to get close to him, he just puts up his walls and never lets anybody close to him. Through this, he has become fairly self-sufficient despite being fifteen years old. He ran from his vault a year ago after it was destroyed and he's managed to survive by going from town to town, doing boring, laborious tasks. He can't resist helping people but never really talks very much.
Main Skills: Survival, speech, and medicine.
Secondary Skill: Bartering.
Bio: As a child, Brookes was already fairly independent. His parents had to work a lot so he spent most of his time alone. He would always play alone and feed himself. One day, he heard lots of screams and explosions coming from another area in vault 89 and instantly grabbed his father's spare gun and ran out to see what happened. Only to find that the whole vault was completely ruined. Raided by The Lost Ones that roamed the wastelands. When he found his parents, he didn't shed a single tear. Instead, he salvaged what he could and grabbed their hands and dragged them out of the vault. For days, he held their cold, lifeless hands and dragged them across the wastelands with him until his mothers hand broke off. Only then did he cry. He fell to his knees and cried for a whole night. Then, he wiped away his tears and continued walking, not looking back at his parents the whole time. Now he travels around with different groups of people and sometimes stays in a single town for a while, working for enough money to feed himself.
Weapons: A pocket knife and his father's spare pistol.
Items: Basic medical supplies, his mother's wedding ring, medical masks, pistol ammo, food, and water.
Accessories: Goggles that he uses to protect his eyes, just basic circular eye goggles. He also wears medical masks to protect himself, he doesn't really know what he's protecting himself from. Just that he doesn't want to get sick.
Can I have a thirteen year old? :PP Also I only know a basic outline of Fallout three. No knowledge of cannon characters or anything.
Hey Silver...may I join?
Oh cool I got the guy who has protection from telepathy and what not. That means Brookes wont have to feel his emotions :D Also yes that is perfect!
Penguin would you mind assigning me my classes? I'm too weird to do it XD
Brookes blushed when Tris got embarrassed. "I-I'm Brookes. Brookes Durrant." He stuttered. He awkwardly held his hand out as his face turned a bright shade of red. One of his eyes turned from a nervous blue to a bright shade of pink as he became more and more embarrassed. He could feel her embarrassment as if it was his own. "S-stop feeling embarrassed. You're making me feel embarrassed." He said looking away. Brookes looked towards the ground and bit his lip, trying not to make eye contact with Tris.
Nearby, another person was getting very angry with getting kidnapped. Which of course Brookes could understand. But even so, his other eye turned a dark red and he felt to very different emotions. "I hope I don't go lucid again." He whispered to himself as he heard an angry scream from nearby.
Nearby, another person was getting very angry with getting kidnapped. Which of course Brookes could understand. But even so, his other eye turned a dark red and he felt to very different emotions. "I hope I don't go lucid again." He whispered to himself as he heard an angry scream from nearby.
Sorry I was busy. I'll post right now.
Power wise? I noticed Xander teaches the mental based abilities. I'm sure somebody else teaches more physical ones as well. So we could do that.
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