I'm very interested for whenever this starts. I love settings with history also. Probably played through Fallout 3/NV at least 30 times...
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My name is Dan. I'm 22.
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so uhhh is this dead?? or what
okay sooooooooooooo there are a lot of people jumping on this, but I'll gladly take any lame-o wimp-out's spot if there are already too many
Sorry for the short post, but he was already sitting in the room haha which kind of limits his thoughts on the situation
Kieth didn't mind sleeping in a room with two girls, but Ada was always asking questions. He didn't understand why she couldn't just take what came her way like everyone else. She was less proactive than others in the group as well. Most of the scroungers had something to do on the side, but it seemed like she relied solely on jobs that were given to her. She always wore fancy clothes, which Kieth didn't understand at all. They were just going to get dirty. His thoughts trailed off when the young kid walked in. Everyone was itching for something big to come along, and that went for Kieth too. He silently awaited Delilah's news.
Oh I kind of threw Kieth in the room with the first two girls so... Haha
Just saying, but I don't think anyone would know about his past at this point.
Keith was tired of searching for work to do. He missed the days when work just came flooding to him. Nowadays, it's hard to find something that even paid enough to buy a meal; when you aren't part of a gang, it's even harder. Luckily for Keith, he had been in one of the biggest gangs in the Undercity for years and a few of the shopkeepers still relied on his skills from time to time. Not to mention, it was difficult for many Undercity-dwellers to find someone as willing and as capable as Kieth was to take care of their... problems.
Andrew Korbil's shop was one of the most frequented in the area by many, and Keith was still "welcome" to pawn whatever junk he came across there. Keith knew, however, that Korbil wasn't particularly fond of him since he had stopped speaking. It gave him an air of dark intimidation, and he was fine with that. Fear was a useful tool in the Undercity.
Keith patted the navy blue dufflebag that was slung over his shoulder as he walked in to signify that this wasn't a transaction to be made in public. Korbil gave Keith a wide berth while he walked to the door, barred it, and turned the 'Open' sign around to read 'Closed'. "This better be something good," Korbil half-whispered as he walked back to the counter. Keith slid the zipper open and spread the bag enough to reveal a standard issue police shotgun and shock baton. "Again? Are you fucking kidding me?! And you came here right after? You'll bring them right fucking to me!" This was the second time in two weeks that Keith had knocked out a police officer to pawn off their weapons. "Did they see you? I mean you stick out like a fucking sore thumb for Christ's sake." Keith subtly shook his head, his eyes fixed on Korbil's. Korbil muttered something under his breath, and reached under the counter to grab Keith's money. Keith laid the weapons on the counter and Korbil laid the money down next to them. Keith counted the money, and it was two dollars less than last time. He shot Korbil a look, his eyes burning with anger. Korbil cursed under his breath and dropped the two dollars on the counter. Kieth turned and went out, unbarring the door himself and slamming it behind him.
As Keith walked towards the house, he stopped by a food stand with a neon green sign flashing overhead. He pointed a thick finger to the only thing they were selling, meat on a stick. The old vendor held it out with the stick towards Keith, his hand wrapped around the curious meat. Keith took it and left what he owed in front of the bedraggled man. As he approached the house, he noticed the two youngest of his group in front, chatting. The boy gave him an uncomfortable glance as he walked past into the house. He gave a slight nod to the two girls in the corner, threw his dufflebag down and sat on his mattress to count his net earnings for the day.
Andrew Korbil's shop was one of the most frequented in the area by many, and Keith was still "welcome" to pawn whatever junk he came across there. Keith knew, however, that Korbil wasn't particularly fond of him since he had stopped speaking. It gave him an air of dark intimidation, and he was fine with that. Fear was a useful tool in the Undercity.
Keith patted the navy blue dufflebag that was slung over his shoulder as he walked in to signify that this wasn't a transaction to be made in public. Korbil gave Keith a wide berth while he walked to the door, barred it, and turned the 'Open' sign around to read 'Closed'. "This better be something good," Korbil half-whispered as he walked back to the counter. Keith slid the zipper open and spread the bag enough to reveal a standard issue police shotgun and shock baton. "Again? Are you fucking kidding me?! And you came here right after? You'll bring them right fucking to me!" This was the second time in two weeks that Keith had knocked out a police officer to pawn off their weapons. "Did they see you? I mean you stick out like a fucking sore thumb for Christ's sake." Keith subtly shook his head, his eyes fixed on Korbil's. Korbil muttered something under his breath, and reached under the counter to grab Keith's money. Keith laid the weapons on the counter and Korbil laid the money down next to them. Keith counted the money, and it was two dollars less than last time. He shot Korbil a look, his eyes burning with anger. Korbil cursed under his breath and dropped the two dollars on the counter. Kieth turned and went out, unbarring the door himself and slamming it behind him.
As Keith walked towards the house, he stopped by a food stand with a neon green sign flashing overhead. He pointed a thick finger to the only thing they were selling, meat on a stick. The old vendor held it out with the stick towards Keith, his hand wrapped around the curious meat. Keith took it and left what he owed in front of the bedraggled man. As he approached the house, he noticed the two youngest of his group in front, chatting. The boy gave him an uncomfortable glance as he walked past into the house. He gave a slight nod to the two girls in the corner, threw his dufflebag down and sat on his mattress to count his net earnings for the day.
Is there a new thread up? Are other people involved?
Keith
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Background and Personality: Keith was 5 years old when the apartment that his parents had spent their life savings on was burned to the ground. During the fire, he woke to a smoke-filled room and no parents in sight. The door was too hot for the child to push open on his own, and he was trapped in the blaze, soon to pass out from a lack of oxygen. The biggest gang in the area was running a weapons shop out of the apartment below his, and rushed to put the fire out and protect their asset when they found Keith. Normally, the group that found him would have put the fire out and left the kid for dead, but the group's leader was stricken by Keith's resemblance to his own dead brother, and was unable to leave him to die from his burns. Jarrod, the leader, took Keith to the gang's doctor to patch him up. However, he suffered major burns on his face, and has covered it for most of his life since.
After the fire, Keith was told by Jarrod that his parents had died in the fire, and that the gang was his new family. Before long, Keith forgot his last name, and the gang truly did become his family. Jarrod took Keith under his wing and taught him how to survive in the dangerous Undercity while under the protection of a large gang.
As Keith grew older, he began to resent the Undercity and its residents. The questions about his parents' death haunted him as he had never fully accepted that the fire had been an accident. When he was 8, he began running errands for the gang and quickly became acquaintances with many local gang-affiliated businessman and businesswomen. When he was 12, he was allowed to go on scavving missions and began to experience the dark underbelly of the Undercity's criminal world. Keith witnessed people killed over things as small as an unpaid meal, and as serious as a missing drug shipment. Keith was always larger for his age, though, and eventually became the muscle of the groups that he was a part of, being told to beat people in the name of the gang, and eventually gained a reputation for his ability to beat anyone into submission in three hits or less.
When Keith was 19, the gang he belonged to was absorbed by the largest gang in the Undercity, the leader of which Keith knew only as The Queen. This bode well for Keith's gang, meaning more protection and that their actions carried heavier weight, backed up by more manpower than anyone else. The first assignment that Jarrod was sent on was to retrieve payment from a local pawn shop owner who hadn't payed his protection fees. Jarrod took Keith, being that he was at that point the strongest member of their original gang. The group, however, was ambushed when inside the pawn shop. The owner had recruited help from a rival gang for a lower protection fee. In the scrap that followed, Keith took three down, but not before Jarrod was shot in the chest and died before Keith could say goodbye.
Stricken by the loss of the only person that Keith had ever relied on, he gave up speech almost entirely and began to take jobs that were more and more violent, grunting his acceptance of his missions at his superiors. Keith went on like this for about four years, taking jobs that would allow him to take his frustrations with the Undercity out through violence. Eventually, the violence gave no satisfaction to Keith any longer, and without Jarrod there to lead him, he felt disconnected. The gang no longer felt like his family, and he sought out something that might fill a similar role.
This is how he came to the Scroungers. His gang affiliation gave him connections that would be invaluable to a group like theirs, and everyone in the Undercity could use protection. He still refrains from speech more often than not, rarely giving his input on anything, but is working on improving his communication to become a more valuable asset to the group.
Other details: Wears a mask that covers his whole head to hide his burns, as well as Jarrod's old gas mask. One full sleeve of gang-related tattoos.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Background and Personality: Keith was 5 years old when the apartment that his parents had spent their life savings on was burned to the ground. During the fire, he woke to a smoke-filled room and no parents in sight. The door was too hot for the child to push open on his own, and he was trapped in the blaze, soon to pass out from a lack of oxygen. The biggest gang in the area was running a weapons shop out of the apartment below his, and rushed to put the fire out and protect their asset when they found Keith. Normally, the group that found him would have put the fire out and left the kid for dead, but the group's leader was stricken by Keith's resemblance to his own dead brother, and was unable to leave him to die from his burns. Jarrod, the leader, took Keith to the gang's doctor to patch him up. However, he suffered major burns on his face, and has covered it for most of his life since.
After the fire, Keith was told by Jarrod that his parents had died in the fire, and that the gang was his new family. Before long, Keith forgot his last name, and the gang truly did become his family. Jarrod took Keith under his wing and taught him how to survive in the dangerous Undercity while under the protection of a large gang.
As Keith grew older, he began to resent the Undercity and its residents. The questions about his parents' death haunted him as he had never fully accepted that the fire had been an accident. When he was 8, he began running errands for the gang and quickly became acquaintances with many local gang-affiliated businessman and businesswomen. When he was 12, he was allowed to go on scavving missions and began to experience the dark underbelly of the Undercity's criminal world. Keith witnessed people killed over things as small as an unpaid meal, and as serious as a missing drug shipment. Keith was always larger for his age, though, and eventually became the muscle of the groups that he was a part of, being told to beat people in the name of the gang, and eventually gained a reputation for his ability to beat anyone into submission in three hits or less.
When Keith was 19, the gang he belonged to was absorbed by the largest gang in the Undercity, the leader of which Keith knew only as The Queen. This bode well for Keith's gang, meaning more protection and that their actions carried heavier weight, backed up by more manpower than anyone else. The first assignment that Jarrod was sent on was to retrieve payment from a local pawn shop owner who hadn't payed his protection fees. Jarrod took Keith, being that he was at that point the strongest member of their original gang. The group, however, was ambushed when inside the pawn shop. The owner had recruited help from a rival gang for a lower protection fee. In the scrap that followed, Keith took three down, but not before Jarrod was shot in the chest and died before Keith could say goodbye.
Stricken by the loss of the only person that Keith had ever relied on, he gave up speech almost entirely and began to take jobs that were more and more violent, grunting his acceptance of his missions at his superiors. Keith went on like this for about four years, taking jobs that would allow him to take his frustrations with the Undercity out through violence. Eventually, the violence gave no satisfaction to Keith any longer, and without Jarrod there to lead him, he felt disconnected. The gang no longer felt like his family, and he sought out something that might fill a similar role.
This is how he came to the Scroungers. His gang affiliation gave him connections that would be invaluable to a group like theirs, and everyone in the Undercity could use protection. He still refrains from speech more often than not, rarely giving his input on anything, but is working on improving his communication to become a more valuable asset to the group.
Other details: Wears a mask that covers his whole head to hide his burns, as well as Jarrod's old gas mask. One full sleeve of gang-related tattoos.
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