Doctor Fennec
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{"Those who always choose the easy path are as much bound by chains as those who chose the wrong path; I pity them both."}- General Characteristics -
Allen Fennec.
| {Nickname/Call sign} |Fenn, Doc.
| {Age} |32
| {Gender} |Male
| {Dialogue Color} |4684B2/ 'Steel Blue'.
A small amount of scar tissue littered the man's relatively soft face, not long-drawn-out scars but the sort that come from a life of having little regard for oneself. Just poorly healed nicks and cuts from shaving cack-handedly to wandering with little caution through hostile flora. Nothing too bad, or even that noticeable, but if you knew what you were looking for they are lying it waits, ready to be found. His gray eyes were likely the least noticeable feature that adorned his face. They were quiet and gentle, and looked so tired, but even with all the things they'd seen they wouldn't judge you; kind and unassuming.
Framing his face is a short beard and an often untidy head of dark brown hair with strands that somehow seemed to be constantly arguing about which direction they wished to stick out from his head. If his hair were but a little tidier and face a little less dirtied then Fennel would have almost fit the slender and clean aesthetic of a prewar doctor to a tee.
- Psychological Profile -
With a friendly personality and a kind smile, Fennel will always be there to help those that are within his abilities. He may not have the smoothest tongue in the east but that won't stop him from trying to have a rational discussion with someone in an opposing position if there's a chance that it will succeed; the gun that sits on his hip is exclusively a last resort. Sheltered much more than most in the Wasteland one of Fennel's biggest flaws is his over-eagerness to be trusting of strangers, believing in most circumstances that if someone appears to need assistance it is better to go with it than move on and be wrong. Admittedly it's worked out for him up to this point, but all it takes is for one raider who decides even a doctor isn't worth keeping around for his story to be ended.
| {Fears/Limitations} |One of the biggest fears held by the doctor has to be mutated insects. Thirsty blood bugs, fierce radscorpions, and prey-stalking mantises are enough to quicken Fennel's pulse and send him into a state of great distress. On their own they're borderline bearable, but introduce a group of these chitinous creatures his face will pallor beyond all compare, and he'll cease to be any use to those around him.
Not even he knows what in particular it is about these... things that manage to strike such unease about him. Maybe it was just an innate behaviour that made him him, perhaps exacerbated by prewar accounts of people who feared these creatures when they were much smaller, or maybe the origin lay in a memory long since forgotten or locked away with the only remnant of it's happening being the fear etched inside his brain.
| {Place of Origin} |Like some unfortunate souls in the wasteland Fennec knows little about his heritage or where he came from. It's guessed by him, and by those that raised him, that he is descended from someone who survived the Great War in one of the vaults due to the lack of obvious genetic abnormalities, but as to which vault in the Boneyard area it's unclear. His true home and family lay with the Followers of the Apocalypse, who's followers took him in as a child at around a year old during 2259.
| {Background} |Uncovered by a mercenary in the midst of raider camp that was causing some of the outer lying communities of the Boneyard issues. Fennec was saved by the kindness of the stranger who took the baby the Los Angeles Library to seek out the help of the Followers of the Apocalypse, who took in the child as their own, managed to wean him off of whatever drugs the raiders had been giving him and raised him through to adulthood with some of the best educations available to those who lived in the former United States.
It's more than fair to say that Fennec's entire life revolved around the Followers and very much followed their ethos of bringing good back to the wasteland through humanitarian projects. Even at the age of 5 he was following around his family 'helping' them construct and maintain wells and patches of farmland for the locals to drink from and cultivate. As a child, just seeing people happy for a short while after being helped by the Followers was enough to bring a loud giggle of joy to the boy's face.
That's not to say that he never encountered some of the more gruesome truths of the Wasteland as a child. Men with limbs torn from their bodies by deathclaws, sobbing widows clinging desperately onto their departed partners corpse after a home invasion by raiders. Even before being old enough to explore the Wasteland properly the descriptions and vivid scenes that had played out before him were enough to give him nightmares.
His teenage years were when his aspirations to become a true member of the Followers surfaced, specifically wanting to go into the path of medicine. Radscorpion breeding season always tended to hit their outpost hard. As a farming community there were certain times of the year when tilling the soil was dangerous, due to the potential of digging up a scorpion egg or a dormant hatchling, and every year there was a few casualties, always at least one fatality. That particular year it was all hands were needed to take care of the number that had been injured. Being able to help, even the small things he could do for the patients to ease their suffering is what set in stone the events that would lead him to travel and become a proper doctor.
After a few years of hard work, many hours spend studiously labouring over materials to learn from he managed to graduate from Angel's Boneyard Medical University. Post graduation he returned home to work at the outpost he grew up in, honing his skills further. Inspired by Julie Farkas' expansion to the Mojave in 2273 Fennec and a group of colleagues drew up plans to mount an expedition of their own, one to push the Follower's sphere of influence out of the West coast. In the early months of 2274 they left, nine of them - four doctors including Fennec along with five who specialised in agriculture and structure construction - along with what was practically a herd of Brahmin began making their way down the interstates, leaving only deviating from their path when they crossed paths with raider camps or cities.
The journey was not easy on any of them, least of all those that made it to North Carolina. Two of the troop had found their place at settlements they'd stayed at along the way, whereas twice that number had fallen in defense of the others during skirmishes. Of the three left was Fennec, Carlisle who was also a doctor by trade, and Matthew who was one of the structural specialists that had accompanied them. All they had left behind, family and friends, to arrive at a place lush and full of life like they had never seen before. After a settling in point the trio managed to set up their clinic in a settlement a few miles north of the southern border.
The building that they had set up in stood about as strongly as the relationship between Fennec and Carlisle. It fell little over 18 months after their arrival, Carlisle left over differing ideals and Fennec was left manning the Follower's outpost in Carolina alone. It took a further year to break him as he was unable to cope with the amount of patients coming in and the constant upkeep of the crumbling building, exacerbated by financial issues as the outpost struggled to break even with the cost of medical supplies.
Emotionally destroyed by his inability to run a successful clinic for the people Fennec fell prey to depressive spiral. Moderate amounts of chems were what kept him functional, whoring himself out to whatever mercenary group would trust a doctor in a state such as his for chems. It was a slow recovery, Fennec still has the needle scars on his forearms along with a few other scars in the same area he refuses to talk about, but progress was made step by step. His drug use dropped as he began to work harder on himself, physically by tidying himself and managing to cut himself off from those who supplied him. Fennec managed to land a job in Speedway under the Marshals, working with the wounded and helping to train up those who wanted to learn.
- Survival Characteristics -
Bleeding Heart: A compassionate soul whose morals directed to follow the path of a Doctor to help those he could. With the help of the FoA's training Fennec tends to keep the blood off of his hands by keeping his hands bloody and providing aid to those who need it.
Of course he has a name, he's mine: With a kind smile and gentle eyes the Doctor will listen attentively to whatever you need to talk about. A friendly demeanour is essential to help people feel comfortable, making it easier for people to relax and speak frankly around him. Sometimes they let something slip before realising "I should not have said that".
Tinctures from Toadstools: During his time in Carolina Fennec kept a diary of medicinal recipes used by the locals where they substituted old-world materials with substances obtained from the flora and fauna of the locale. With his notes in hand he is able to create basic supplies in a pinch.
| {Possessions} |Semi-functional prewar pocket watch, a coin purse of bottle caps, pouch of medical equipment, a varied assortment of chems and drugs (both those used in a medicinal environment and those regarded as recreational), holotape player, holotapes, and a cluster of notes poorly bound detailing local flora and their medicinal properties.
| {Combat Skills} |Adaptable Anatomy - Many creatures share the same skeletal and vascular structure rearranged ever so slightly differently under that flesh cloak each of them present to the outside world. Using his knowledge of biology Fennec has a good knack for figuring out weak points of creatures he's never come across before (Does not apply to most FEV experiments).
Surgeon's Precision - Whilst not having formal training in the use of firearms, some experience with a rifle and steady hands can make a lethal combination through enough practice.
| {Gear} |Custom 10 mm carbine utilizing a wooden stock and a smg receiver with an extended barrel.
.44 Magnum revolver.
Battle bandoleer strapped with stimpaks and med-x.
