Draconis NevynMojave Wastes, Near Freeside
October of Year 2274
Around 2200 (10PM Local Time)
Blinding fluorescent lights in the distance fill your vision and, in an instant, the dirt and grit of the Mojave Wastes seems nothing more than a far off memory. Around you, the weight of the heavy, arid air lifts and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
Civilization.
Trekking forward, you ignore the sharp stabs of pain from the blisters in your boots, tangible evidence of just how far you've traveled to get back here. It seems as if hardly any time passes before your tired feet have carried you from the crest of the hill right up to the gates of the New Vegas strip. The metal creaks as you push open the chain link door, a measly yet effective divider between Freeside and the bustling strip of renown. Tales of the strung up strip had crossed the wastes to where you'd been before and the desire to see it for yourself had tugged at your mind.
That and the need to sell your spoils, collect your caps and restock once more. The potential for a little R&R was merely a bonus.
On your left, you tilt your head back and peer up the fluted tower of the Lucky 38 casino, the supports of the oversized roulette wheel branching out to bear the weight of the symbolic structure. Down on street level, securitrons roll on singular wheels to and fro. Even at this time of night, it only appears moderately busy. Over on your right, however, a completely different atmosphere beckons you near.
The curvy silhouettes of women lie back and kick their feet in the air atop of the square building illuminated in crimson lights. They're designed to resemble the flames of hell, proudly titled ‘Gomorrah’ and the reference pulls the corner of your mouth upward in a grin. Outside, women in half shirts and tiny skirts strut about with a dramatic sway in their hips. It is meant to draw the eye of the men, women and ghouls passing by. After all the time out in the Wastes, you've been so far removed from carnal temptation that it near hypnotizes you and, before long, you find yourself inside at the bar with a cold Nuka Cola in hand. With a splash of rum, of course.
Your eyes scan the main room as you take a cool sip, your face dancing from one scantily clad women to another.
Age: 34 Height: 5’6” Weight: 104 lbs.
Blonde Hair Green Eyes Heavy Smoker
Chem Addict Ghoul Friendly Prostitute
S P E C I A L
4 5 6 9 3 6 7
Perks
Perks notated are only temporarily available depending on drug usage.
Strength - Lightweight
No Perks
Perception - Wary Trout
Friend of the Night 1
Nightwalkers should all be equipped with night vision.
Light Step 1
Everyone can use a little advantage when getting out of a tough spot, right?
Endurance - Hardy
Lead Belly
For all of her… irradiated liquid consumption.
Rad Resistance
Probably the only upside to sleeping with ghouls.
Strong Back
For when Tom, Dick or Harry are too tired to move.
Long Haul
No stranger to packing up your life and moving on.
Charisma - Casanova
Ferocious Loyalty
A girl doesn’t get this far in this profession without a good set of friends.
Intelligence - Cretin
No Perks
Agility - Catlike
Silent Running
Sometimes, going unnoticed is the most underrated thing.
Luck - Lucky 7
Fortune Finder
A girl’s gotta eat.
October of Year 2274
Around 2200 (10PM Local Time)
Blinding fluorescent lights in the distance fill your vision and, in an instant, the dirt and grit of the Mojave Wastes seems nothing more than a far off memory. Around you, the weight of the heavy, arid air lifts and you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding.
Civilization.
Trekking forward, you ignore the sharp stabs of pain from the blisters in your boots, tangible evidence of just how far you've traveled to get back here. It seems as if hardly any time passes before your tired feet have carried you from the crest of the hill right up to the gates of the New Vegas strip. The metal creaks as you push open the chain link door, a measly yet effective divider between Freeside and the bustling strip of renown. Tales of the strung up strip had crossed the wastes to where you'd been before and the desire to see it for yourself had tugged at your mind.
That and the need to sell your spoils, collect your caps and restock once more. The potential for a little R&R was merely a bonus.
On your left, you tilt your head back and peer up the fluted tower of the Lucky 38 casino, the supports of the oversized roulette wheel branching out to bear the weight of the symbolic structure. Down on street level, securitrons roll on singular wheels to and fro. Even at this time of night, it only appears moderately busy. Over on your right, however, a completely different atmosphere beckons you near.
The curvy silhouettes of women lie back and kick their feet in the air atop of the square building illuminated in crimson lights. They're designed to resemble the flames of hell, proudly titled ‘Gomorrah’ and the reference pulls the corner of your mouth upward in a grin. Outside, women in half shirts and tiny skirts strut about with a dramatic sway in their hips. It is meant to draw the eye of the men, women and ghouls passing by. After all the time out in the Wastes, you've been so far removed from carnal temptation that it near hypnotizes you and, before long, you find yourself inside at the bar with a cold Nuka Cola in hand. With a splash of rum, of course.
Your eyes scan the main room as you take a cool sip, your face dancing from one scantily clad women to another.
Elena Smith
“Kitty”
Age: 34 Height: 5’6” Weight: 104 lbs.
Blonde Hair Green Eyes Heavy Smoker
Chem Addict Ghoul Friendly Prostitute
S P E C I A L
4 5 6 9 3 6 7
Perks
Perks notated are only temporarily available depending on drug usage.
Strength - Lightweight
No Perks
Perception - Wary Trout
Friend of the Night 1
Nightwalkers should all be equipped with night vision.
Light Step 1
Everyone can use a little advantage when getting out of a tough spot, right?
Endurance - Hardy
Lead Belly
For all of her… irradiated liquid consumption.
Rad Resistance
Probably the only upside to sleeping with ghouls.
Strong Back
For when Tom, Dick or Harry are too tired to move.
Long Haul
No stranger to packing up your life and moving on.
Charisma - Casanova
Ferocious Loyalty
A girl doesn’t get this far in this profession without a good set of friends.
Intelligence - Cretin
No Perks
Agility - Catlike
Silent Running
Sometimes, going unnoticed is the most underrated thing.
Luck - Lucky 7
Fortune Finder
A girl’s gotta eat.
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