GranoxFirewind

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

Posted, hope I got Dimitri's personality right.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

Devon snapped awake as the trumpet blast woke them all up. It was quite irritating, but he was more than used to it by this point. Training tended to do that to a man, afterall, and he was dressed in something other than simple pajamas within moments, ready to attend whatever it was that the base commander had planned. It was a funeral, quick and simple. (See collab post with DT for rest.)
--
After speaking to Golem, Devon found himself with something new to do. While he'd veered off to the cyborgs lab, he realized that he needed his equipment first. Returning to the barracks, he retrieved his suit of armor, complete with faulty wiring, and the blueprints he had used to build the additional systems he'd incorporated. Carrying the armor in a duffel bag and the blue prints in a folder, he made his way to Dimitri's lab, ariving in time to see Bear leaving. He wondered what the man had spoken to him about, and then realized that he really didn't care. It surely didn't concern him, afterall, so why should he? He knocked heavily on the door, right as it closed, not giving any mind to the man passing him, instead listening for a voice on the other end of the door.

"What is it? I'm very busy." The voice sounded annoyed at receiving a second visitor so quickly, but Devon didn't really care. He was here to serve the Enclave, and Devon was Enclave.

"One of Eagle Squad. I need your help in fixing up my armor." A very audible sigh, though muffled, came out, Devon wondering how much the man hated dealing with other people. It would interrupt him from his work, afterall.

"Fine fine, come in, be quick about it." He pushed the door open and walked inside, glancing around the lab rather curiously. Still, it was hard to miss the man with a third arm, and he approached casually, putting down the suit of combat armor onto an empty table. He put the blueprints down next to it, before clearing his throat.

"I've added some modifications to my armor, the most significant being build in injectors for stimpacks and stimulants. The issue is, I am not a master of technical work, and somewhere along the line I screwed up the mechanics. It works, somewhat, though you can't turn off the flow of chemicals once they're started. I need you to fix that, that's it." Devons voice was very matter of fact, giving a very clear objective in mind. Truly, it wasn't a massive problem, and Devon could probably fix it on his own, given enough time, but he needed it ready incase a second mission came within days. He didn't have the time to waste fixing it on his own, not when he had other things to do with his precious time, such as train.

Dimitri looked him over, and retrieved the suit of armor, examining it as well. Finally, another very noticable sigh was released. "Very well, I'll fix your armor... Someone of my caliber should have no issue with such a trivial issue. Now go, you're disrupting my concentration." Devon let out a small chuckle and left, leaving behind the blueprints and armor, heading off to the barracks to relax for the next little while. Today was going to be a lazy day, of sorts for him. He still intended to run through a routine of exercises, but not at this ungodly hour of the morning. He'd do his exercise when he had just a tad more sleep.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

I'll have a post up tomorrow, hopefully.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

I'm gonna get up a post saying what I did other than talk to Golem, and then you're fine.

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

When he noticed Victoria as they walked down the halls, Marken made a point of it to pull Ella closer to him, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, instead of holding it so formally. It was very obvious, as days continued to pass, that the prince was not someone who truly believed in social laws and etiquette that would force him to be less intimate with his fiance. If he wanted to hold her close to him, than no one would tell him otherwise, and it certainly wouldn't be his Governess who couldn't believe the fact that he dared marry below his class.

He sat at the table with Ella, glad as well that Glenn hadn't shown up yet. He wanted to finish his breakfast atleast, before they discussed such unpleasant topics. Instead of the normal trays with food ready to be deposited onto a plate, there were instead large omelets on different trays, of different types. Marken selected one that obviously held ham and cheese within, each one sliced open in the center for the diner to be able to determine what their meal would contain.

It was rare that they served things like this, since it outlined a single portion size, something that would vary from day to day. However, it was a nice change of pace, and he enjoyed the egg and ham omelet, that also had tiny chunks of potato cooked in as well, hidden in the thick yellow cheese.

He ate and drank from a glass of apple juice, nervously waiting for his father to arrive. "Just... Let me talk to him, unless he asks you anything. I don't think he'd want my attempted killer to try and explain the situation." He reached over and grabbed her hand, clutching it dearly for a moment, before returning to his meal.

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

He thought about the question she asked him, even as he held her body close to his. "I think it might be a good idea. He'd likely see you as more guilty, if you tried to hide away. He follows the philosophy that the innocent have nothing to hide."

Releasing Ella, Marken stretched out his arms, before tucking the vial safely away into a pocket. He'd seen her frown, and had the same reaction to the thing himself. However, it was necessary to completely prove the maids guilt, and he would not allow such a woman to escape justice. She'd tried to use Ella against him, had tried to kill his mother, there were places in the world for people like her. The realm of the living was not one of them.

"So, shall we go to breakfast? With luck, we'll find my father there and we can get this whole business over with." He gave her a reassuring smile, though was very worried himself about how his father might react. Given his rather... Violent history, he couldn't see something like this ending well for any involved.

The Sixth Blight

I think I'm gonna play a Dalish too, also I saw the OOC, looks cool. Think I'll play an Arcane warrior, since I always love the concept of a spellsword.

Glass Shoes [GranoxFirewind/LalaKitty]

He turned his head as Ella kissed him on the cheek, their lips briefly meeting. They broke apart just as quickly, Marken pulling her closer to him as well. "I love you too." He sounded as though the night before hadn't happened at all, letting out a small frown as she pulled away from his embrace. Still, they did need to separate at some point, though he hoped such cuddling could be done again, for longer than just a few minutes before getting out of bed. He wanted to repeat the experience of the couch they shared, or when Marken first discovered his mothers poisoning.

Watching Ella finally blow up to Victoria, he let out a small chuckle as she stomped away, not stepping in for her defense in the least. No, he completely supported his Ella's actions, especially if the woman was going to take it upon herself to insult his wife. That wouldn't be something he was going to deal with, in the least.

"I think she had that coming. I would've done it if you didn't, I'm not going to tolerate someone insulting you so blatantly." He sat up and pulled her into a tight hug. "Let's get dressed, we need to go to breakfast, don't we? They'll think we're doing things we're not supposed to be if we stay in here too long." He stretched out and let out a great yawn, as his muscles tensed and relaxed from his night of sleep.

He'd wait until Ella was in her own room, before switching out of his bed clothes into the outfit Victoria had brought. Clearly she was embarrassed by his actions the morning before, though Marken didn't really think it was such a bad thing. It was only his chest, afterall, he hadn't exposed anything incredibly private to her. Once they were both dressed and ready to face the day, after Marken had retrieved the vial of poison to show his father when he spoke to him about the maids actions, he would give Ella the passionate kiss that had started to become a tradition of sorts for them, their 'good morning' kiss.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

Devon groaned as he injected another set of chemicals into his arm. Immediately he felt better. Finally, it took long enough. He had to miss his first mission, something embarrassing enough in it's own right. Still, he couldn't be fully blamed for his armor malfunctioning, that wasn't something that could be accounted for by anyone, much less the man who designed it. Still, he'd found the combination to counteract the overload of drugs in his system, though the effects would still rage for days to come. He really needed to talk to Romanov about helping him design the more technical parts of the armor. It would be terrible to overdose on drugs in the middle of a firefight, atleast this time it was in the base, when he did a test run on his armor. Being forced to move about when you could feel your very body trying to rebel against itself was a terrible thing, and it was far worse to search through his vast collection of chemicals to find the right combination to force it away.

Now through, he could relax, atleast long enough to be ready for his next mission. Maybe go bug Bear... Still, his team was back, so he probably needed to talk to them, figure out what all happened, if his services would be needed. He stood up, groaning at his sore muscles. Normally his stimulants left him feeling weak after a day or so, as his body was pumped into overdrive. Now, though, his chemical high was crashing down on him, and his muscles took the beating. He couldn't imagine what he'd be feeling if his implant malfunctioned. Hrmm... That was a thought. make an implant to do what his armor did? It would make him a surprising force, even outside of his armor, though there would be the issue of refilling it... And if it malfunctioned, something clearly possible, than the consequences would almost certainly be terrible.

Walking through the barracks was the massive man that was Golem. He looked at him as he passed by, and wondered just how many drugs that man must've taken as a kid. His stomach suddenly growled, and he decided to follow him to the cafeteria too. His body had burned through so many calories, for no use, when the stimulants made it go into overdrive, and it was obvious now, feeling absolutely famished. He wondered how the rest of his squad would treat him, given how his own designs for the armor had taken him out of commission. His presence in the mission might have been critical, he might have been needed, but instead, his need to be better than a normal man had forced him to be less. Hopefully, Romanov could help him work out the kinks in his designs. It'd also help him possible modify the rest of his squads armor, to do something similar. He'd never met anyone who had made something like this, the closest he'd encountered were the auto-injecting stimpacks that kept a man fighting in the heat of battle, without being forced to inject it himself. Of course, he also had systems of that sort hooked up to his armor as well, which is why he hadn't died, mainly. The chemicals in the stimpacks served as enough of a force to stop the stimulants from killing him, and also allowed him to find a cure for his affliction.

After watching the man speak to the deathclaw, he followed behind the pair to the cabin that served as their cafeteria, entering in and taking a deep sniff of the delicious food. Now, this was more like it. They were, after all, the best of the best. He quickly went to the buffet, making a large serving of steak and potatoes. He poured a large glass of rum on the rocks, though about a forth of the drink was lemon juice, and even some salt was mixed into the drink. He sat down at the table, cutting into the meat and beginning to dig into it ravenously. He didn't talk to the other members of his squad, expecting them to start mocking him for his own mistakes. And, honestly, it was probably atleast a little deserved. Atleast the higher ups hadn't felt a need to execute him for the screw up with his armor. It was something he had fully expected to happen, given the way he had been trained for the past six months. They had put resources into training the squad into a force of absolute might, and he had just been taken out of commission because of his own screw up. He did know one thing, that wouldn't be repeated in the future. He would work without his stimulants if such things would hold back his potential. He was quite interested in both Golem and Dimitri for that. One was clearly augmented, much like he was, though Devons was much less obvious, and Dimitri for his sheer intelligence. He mulled over this thoughts as he took a deep drink of his sour rum, releasing a satisfied "Ah" at the taste. He would settle into the job well, if this is what he would be treated to.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave Eagle Point Barracks

Agent Name: Devon Black
Agent Code Name: Venom
Age: 30
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Armor: Power Armor. Inside, the work of Dimitri can be seen, as a series of extra wires and tubes, attached to various needles and liquids, all held in place by a series of brackets. It works to supply a supply of combat stimulants, though their effectiveness has yet to be seen...

Clothing: When not working in a lab, he wears a pair of nearly immaculate jeans, and a solid black shirt, of the same quality.

Weapons
Long Range: http://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/55225/?
Mid-Short Range: http://www.nexusmods.com/newvegas/mods/55133/?
Back-Up: M1911 .45 Caliber Handgun

Miscellaneous items: Carries around a pack containing a veritable lab of medical supplies, enough to perform even surgery in the middle of the field. He also carries around various vials of various toxins.

Forces of habit: Is very carefree, unless put into a situation where such an attitude would get him, or his allies, injured or killed. Is very sarcastic, even in battle, and often holds grudges for things done to him.
--
Edit(!): As of recently, Devon has taken a far more serious approach to the Eagle Squad. No longer is he carefree, though his sarcastic bite is still occasionally present. He tends to play around with a pocket knife, only two inches long, when bored or stressed, now.

Biography: Born in vault 59, Devon grew up a relatively boring life, though he held a rather high intelligence, and very steady hands. He found himself interested in science, his intelligence leading to him being taught by the vaults doctor about the work of medicine and the human body. When the vault came into the Enclave, he was intrigued by the high level of technology they possessed.

Devon joined up with the Enclave at the age of sixteen, and it was immediately found that he held a rather uncanny ability to work with science, specifically biology and chemistry. His steady hands came into play again, being quite accurate with fire arms. The thing that singled him out, however, was his first mission into the wastes.

His squad was ambushed by a group of raiders, carrying much heavier firepower than expected. Devon maintained a poise of extreme calm in the battle, his sarcastic personality completely lost, even taking a round to the shoulder without much effect. Through his unflinching visage, the battle was turned around, his squad rallying behind the indomitable man.

It was discovered, afterwards, that he had been implanted with several augments, one of them designed by himself. His brain had been augmented to increase his alacrity, and his pain sensors had been dulled, or rather wired to be much more easily ignored. Combined with natural adrenaline, the man practically felt no pain in battle, though afterward, it would rush to him, though still dulled.

This, combined with his ability to combat through situations of life or death with such calm, is what attracted the attention of Eagle Squad. He went through the training, continuing to explore biology and chemistry. Now, he is known for his stimulants, being akin to the drugs of the wastes, though much safer. He also works heavily with toxins created through chemistry, and has even been known to create clips of bullets with toxins implanted, for added effectiveness in missions.
--
--
Update(!): Following the massacre at the airport, Devon was rarely seen without being near Dimitri. He'd taken the loss terribly, his medical expertise saving many lives, but his trained eye had also seen, and put an end to, so much suffering, so many mortally wounded. He'd never used so much Arsenic before. Once he emerged, he no longer had that suit of combat armor, so hazardously modified. Now, it was a solid suit of Enclave armor, worked on for nearly a month in near silence. He spoke, occasionally, at meals, but it was never anything major. Sometimes, he muttered about the loss of Golem.

Afterward, he focused entirely on training. No matter who they were, no matter what they were, Venom was out and about, fighting with his squadmates. In battle, he seemed to relax the most, strangely enough. Maybe the adrenaline rush helped kill whatever it was that plagued his mind. No matter, his skills have improved with this new take on life. His life, the life of an Eagle. Even his free time would possess some form of activity, or he'd be in a lab. Hopefully, his role as team medic would be accepted, as he focused more and more on his duty.