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NAME
The Soldier
AGE
32
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
Lafayette
FACTION
N/A
The Soldier
AGE
32
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
Lafayette
FACTION
N/A
When looking at Soldier, one would see a person that had truly experienced the world and its cruelty. He stands a head taller than most, with broad shoulders, and thick muscle cording through him. He doesn't look like the sort that would jump out of the way of an incoming onslaught. No, he looks more like that type to fight it. He's strong-armed, broad-shouldered, barrel-chested, and has a healthy middle that shows that his past few years have taken to drinking. He wears a mixture of combat armor, it's shiny and steel, on his chest, forearms, and thighs. One can assume there's some on his back, but it's hidden by his large green jacket with fur trim around the collar. The other pieces that cover him are dark brown leather. He wears clunky combat boots that have mismatched laces from wear. A holster goes over his chest that holds his huge, customized sledgehammer. He also has an old Pre War revolver on his hip that seems to barely get any use.
The first thing one might notice about the man is the massive burn scar down the right side of his face. His ear no longer a prominent feature, he tries to keep it hidden with bandage and gauze when he can. Unfortunately, he can not camouflage his entire scaring. Yet, past his neck, he does hide it with bandages, gloves, and clothing. His blond hair is cut close to his head and usually disheveled. His brows are strong and offset his pale blue eyes. He has a strong nose that has probably been punched in a few too many times. Full lips are always twisted into a frown.
Soldier only ever crosses his arms or holds his weapon. He's not the sort to have a stance that isn't defensive. Ask him about something, and he'll roll his eyes. Try to talk to him, and you'll get a dismissive grunt. Actually, have to work next to him, and you'll find out how much he dislikes anything that isn't combat.
The first thing one might notice about the man is the massive burn scar down the right side of his face. His ear no longer a prominent feature, he tries to keep it hidden with bandage and gauze when he can. Unfortunately, he can not camouflage his entire scaring. Yet, past his neck, he does hide it with bandages, gloves, and clothing. His blond hair is cut close to his head and usually disheveled. His brows are strong and offset his pale blue eyes. He has a strong nose that has probably been punched in a few too many times. Full lips are always twisted into a frown.
Soldier only ever crosses his arms or holds his weapon. He's not the sort to have a stance that isn't defensive. Ask him about something, and he'll roll his eyes. Try to talk to him, and you'll get a dismissive grunt. Actually, have to work next to him, and you'll find out how much he dislikes anything that isn't combat.
TYPE ESTP
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
He tries his best not to be very approachable. If anything, he might go out of his way to seem like that. It seems intentional and not a defense mechanism. When spoken too, he's insanely dismissive. Also, I believe he once punched a guy for touching his hammer. Yet, there's something about the way he stares at his surroundings and hte people around him that make me feel as if a fight broke out, he'd know what to do.
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
He tries his best not to be very approachable. If anything, he might go out of his way to seem like that. It seems intentional and not a defense mechanism. When spoken too, he's insanely dismissive. Also, I believe he once punched a guy for touching his hammer. Yet, there's something about the way he stares at his surroundings and hte people around him that make me feel as if a fight broke out, he'd know what to do.
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TRAIT
Bruiser: You're slow but you are powerful. Your punches can knock someone’s lights out. You won’t hit them fast, but you’ll hit them well. Hopefully, you have the Strength for that.
SKILLS
Combat Skill
Melee Weapons: Using non-ranged weapons in hand-to-hand, or melee, combat. Knives, sledgehammers, spears, clubs and so on.
Passive Skill(s)
Danger Sense: You’re aware that something is about to go down via body language or actual language. You have a jump all dangerous situations.
PERK
Brotherhood of Steel Training: Soldier has had years of military training under his belt and the knowledge that comes with the Brotherhood. He unfortunately also has their racism and idealism.
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
Bruiser: You're slow but you are powerful. Your punches can knock someone’s lights out. You won’t hit them fast, but you’ll hit them well. Hopefully, you have the Strength for that.
SKILLS
Combat Skill
Melee Weapons: Using non-ranged weapons in hand-to-hand, or melee, combat. Knives, sledgehammers, spears, clubs and so on.
Passive Skill(s)
Danger Sense: You’re aware that something is about to go down via body language or actual language. You have a jump all dangerous situations.
PERK
Brotherhood of Steel Training: Soldier has had years of military training under his belt and the knowledge that comes with the Brotherhood. He unfortunately also has their racism and idealism.
STRENGTHS
- Literal Strength: He's built himself up to the point that he's a practical juggernaut when it comes to strength-based combat.
- Resiliant: Soldier's going to have to take more than a few hits to go down.
- Looks Dumb, but Isn't: He has a deceptive intelligence hidden behind his eyes. People think he's an idiotic brute. Far from it.
WEAKNESSES
- Debilitating Injury: Soldier's right ear effectively doesn't work. He also can't touch or feel with the right side of his body. He has bad tinnitus that can sometimes keep him from hearing someone approach.
- Slow Moving: He's big, strong, and can take a punch. What he isn't about to do is avoid an attack. Or at least that's what he tells himself. It might because he's not very agile.
- Less Charismatic than a Supermutant: Soldier has a way with words, an assaulting way with them.
WEAPONS
Crushy McCrushface: A huge, modified sledgehammer. One side is blunt and made for crushing, and the other side has been curved into a nasty spike. It's also a lot heavier than other sledgehammers. It's been weighted so that when it's in motion, it's in motion.
Dad's Revolver: An old PreWar revolver. It has a sight on it, but it isn't an overly complicated one. Soldier uses it for when people think it's a great idea to run away from him.
ARMOR
Customized Combat Armor: Cannibalized pieces of Brotherhood armor along with basic combat armor, make up this amalgamation of protection. It's accented by a nice, green jacket with fur.
CHEMICALS
Silverfish Tooth Necklace: It's old and well worn. When Soldier doesn't think anyone is looking, he rubs it.
Crushy McCrushface: A huge, modified sledgehammer. One side is blunt and made for crushing, and the other side has been curved into a nasty spike. It's also a lot heavier than other sledgehammers. It's been weighted so that when it's in motion, it's in motion.
Dad's Revolver: An old PreWar revolver. It has a sight on it, but it isn't an overly complicated one. Soldier uses it for when people think it's a great idea to run away from him.
ARMOR
Customized Combat Armor: Cannibalized pieces of Brotherhood armor along with basic combat armor, make up this amalgamation of protection. It's accented by a nice, green jacket with fur.
CHEMICALS
- 2 Stimpaks
- 3 Pyschos
- 1 Mentat
- 1 Water
Silverfish Tooth Necklace: It's old and well worn. When Soldier doesn't think anyone is looking, he rubs it.
"You alright?" a voice erupted through the darkness. Soldier's head felt like someone had slid an icepick into it--more than once. His vision was blurred and shiny around the edges, and the light hurt when he tried to open his eyes. His hearing was broken up in the squealing of tinnitus.
"Who--uh--face?" he managed to groan out. Placing his hands on either side of him, he was aware with his left one, that he was on a cushioned piece of furniture. He tried to push himself upwards, but his muscles thought that was hilarious.
"No," a hand, soft and warm, pressed against his chest. "Lay down." There were sounds of them standing and rifling through something.
A soft sigh slid from their lips. "I don't know who you pissed off, but if you had not been a figher--they'd killed you."
He brought his hand to his chest and found himself without his shirt. While he may not have been able to piece the night together entirely, he knew that he'd at least been wearing his clothes. Curious, and not quite ready to open his eyes, he reached down. Oh good, he still had his pants on.
"I just treated the obvious injuries," the voice joked. "So, who did you fight?"
The memory came back like cap being forcefully inserted into his nostril. "Ghouls. Melty faced sons-of-bitches."
A dissenting 'tsk' left the voice's lips. "I was wondering what half that burnt off tattoo was. It makes sense now. Brotherhood?"
He waved his hand in the air. "Not anymore."
There was a soft tap of feet, and he felt the person lean in close. Their breath was warm. "I know why you left," they said in a sing-song voice. "Your humanity isn't as intact as you like to think it is. And that's perfect for us.."
Soldier opened his eyes, the glare of light gave him pause. He looked around the room. It was a run down doctor's office. His armor sat on the side of the bed, along with his weapons and belongings. Suddenly, a form was in the doorway. "Who left my door open?" the man asked, his voice not the one that Soldier heard before. "Oh good, you're up." He smiled. "Was someone in here?"
Soldier shook his head.
"Who--uh--face?" he managed to groan out. Placing his hands on either side of him, he was aware with his left one, that he was on a cushioned piece of furniture. He tried to push himself upwards, but his muscles thought that was hilarious.
"No," a hand, soft and warm, pressed against his chest. "Lay down." There were sounds of them standing and rifling through something.
A soft sigh slid from their lips. "I don't know who you pissed off, but if you had not been a figher--they'd killed you."
He brought his hand to his chest and found himself without his shirt. While he may not have been able to piece the night together entirely, he knew that he'd at least been wearing his clothes. Curious, and not quite ready to open his eyes, he reached down. Oh good, he still had his pants on.
"I just treated the obvious injuries," the voice joked. "So, who did you fight?"
The memory came back like cap being forcefully inserted into his nostril. "Ghouls. Melty faced sons-of-bitches."
A dissenting 'tsk' left the voice's lips. "I was wondering what half that burnt off tattoo was. It makes sense now. Brotherhood?"
He waved his hand in the air. "Not anymore."
There was a soft tap of feet, and he felt the person lean in close. Their breath was warm. "I know why you left," they said in a sing-song voice. "Your humanity isn't as intact as you like to think it is. And that's perfect for us.."
Soldier opened his eyes, the glare of light gave him pause. He looked around the room. It was a run down doctor's office. His armor sat on the side of the bed, along with his weapons and belongings. Suddenly, a form was in the doorway. "Who left my door open?" the man asked, his voice not the one that Soldier heard before. "Oh good, you're up." He smiled. "Was someone in here?"
Soldier shook his head.
