The Whacko

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The Mojave was about the same as Del remembered it. Hot, dry, and filled with some of a shittiest critters he'd ever seen in his life. Hell, the cazadors alone were enough to make a man want to turn to drink. It was a hell of a departure from The Delta, granted in some ways in a better sense, but for the most part he prefer the Bayou. Or at least somewhere with those lovely things called seasons. It was still better than Caliente, at least. The loonies that called that town home were worse than the White Legs some days.

"Real shame ol' Stella kicked de bucke'. Dat dere was a gal dat knew her way 'roun' a rifle." He'd heard she bit it in Zion a few years ago, back when Happy Trails was trying expand into Utah. He'd heard that expedition had gone....poorly. Happy Trails came out on top in the end at least, and since then they'd gotten him some decent work, but he still missed that redhead. He shrugged it off and shifted his pack around into a more comfortable position. He should be ariving in Westside soon. Not his first choice in stops for the day, but it was the closest, and he wasn't in the mood to waste shells on what was left of the Fiends. There weren't that many, but every couple days or so there were some of those old junkies that got nostalgic, slapped on the old helmets and went out to fuck up everyone's day. They were usualy stopped quick enough, but someone would end up shot or stabbed before it was over. Del didn't mean to be that somebody today.

It took around a half-hour to reach the gate of Westside, and another twenty to get himself a room over at the ruined motel. Carlos was still running things, big surprise, and to even less of one, he was still letting Pretty Sarah run her hooking out of the place. Contrary to what Sarah herself said, Del didn't think she looked all that bad. She kept the burns hidden under some heavy clothes, but he'd seen enough of those in his time not to be too squimish. And her face was still nice enough to look at, so there was that.

But he liked the gal enough not to pester her about it, much as he'd have liked to have her to warm up his bed. He didn't even stop to ask about her merchandice for now, just giving her a short little nod and starting up the stairs. He was too beat to treat a girl right tonight anyway. He just wanted some shut eye and a decent breakfeast in the morning...

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Dinh AaronMk said
He's maybe The Man With No Name at the best.

Hmm, that works better, anyway.

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Dinh AaronMk said
I am George RR Martin bow before the tear-making machine that I am.On that note though, considering I appear to be a loose cannon I will apologize. But with that posted I think it's sort of at a point where there's not much turning back and all I got going now is to wait for IC. And I was told by Evan that I should just simply grab every post I wrote for her and lump it all into one. In-all given where I'm at and what the pacing of Sweet Gin's story will be I won't be directly related for some time. But because Evan and I will be in tandem I'll need to talk to him about how we're doing this.As I said to him, I am like the Daenerys Targaryen of the RP... Except maybe having the massive army that'll be a threat until late. But in her role in the ASoIF series she's sort of her own theater that'll clash with the main one soon enough, or run parallel to merge later. Or something to that effect.And as someone who has GM'd before I don't think it's particularly healthy to sit around and flap our dicks around in OOC for too long. Introductory things at least should be executed early on so no one who's applied early or just then doesn't risk loosing interest. You could defend the move by saying you're still setting the world up, but if that's not tackled before the RP is even made or during the interest check period - where these plot-important answers should be posed - then you risk loosing steam and slogging the RP down as people argue over if the sky is blue.

....Can Del be Sandor Clegane, then?

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Dinh AaronMk said
Pretty sure for a military organization like the Enclave and for his duties it makes sense. Helps more when you know Evan is military, so it's his thing.

Ah. Makes sense then, I guess.

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.....is an Ex-Enclave soldier with a non-standard name a requirement for every single Fallout RP out there? No offense, just saying....

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Dinh AaronMk said
And given New Orleans is, for the most part under sea level...

....Swamp Folk, mutant alligators, and general Southern bayou goodness....
Yes. Yes. Yes.

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Hope ol' Del got accepted. Got some ideas about the Fallout-y Deep South. 'Specially Lousiana. Honestly, who wouldn't love a taste of Mad Max meets Deliverence?

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Name: Henri Fontaine DeLeteur Delacroix, AKA "Del"

Age: 36

Appearance:

Race: Human

Skills: Guns, Melee Weapons, Survival

Perks:

1) Gun Nut -- Big surprise, the mercenary is very, very fond of guns and keeping them in repair.

2) Tribal Wisdom -- In his travels, Del's met more than a few tribals, and he's learned from them the best ways to live off the land, and how to deal with the less 'Civilized' peoples of the wasteland. And how to cook a decent rat steak.

Equipment:

1)

Remington 870 Witness Protection

2)

Colt Police Special

3)

Dirk Knife

4) A small pack of travel supplies; Canteen, cans of pork and beans, spare ammo and parts for his guns, etc.

5) His clothes. They're pretty simple, consisting of a dark maroon plaid flannel shirt (sleeves usualy rolled up to his forearm), black fingerless gloves, a tan tactical vest, blue jeans, tan kneepads, and heavy combat boots. He also has a black bandana and goggles for storms, but otherwise he keeps them in his pack.

Bio: There isn't too much to be said about this man. One of the few remaining members of the strange and alien people of the Southern Wasteland known as "Cajuns", he was born and raised in the semi-ruined city of New Orleans. New Orleans, part of the region now known simply as The Delta, was a little less of a hellhole than most parts of the U.S. these days, with only the occasional attack by raiders and cannibalistic Swamp Folk. Even so, it was enough to make a young man want to leave and explore the world. Such was the case with Del, who after a brief stint with the settlement's militia, left for the West to pursue a career as a mercenary at age 24. Since then he's been rambling up and down the Wasteland from Caesar's lands, The Mojave, The NCR and even as far as Montana. Now he's wandered back South towards New Vegas with the rumor of a big job and the opportunity for a bigger reward than any Good Ol' Boy could ever dream of...

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Beebee2121 said
Oh, hey. I just realized Odie's from Texas. Walker has family in Texas.I also notice that the sheet doesn't have room for a bio or brief history or anything...

Neat. Might be something workable in there.

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It's still early. The gals'll roll in soon.