Fallout RP Characters

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Name: Corporal James Cook (Occulta Vulpes)
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Short black hair, Pale green eyes, pale skin and a clean shaven face.
Faction: NCR (Legion)

• Sub-Faction: NCR Heavy Trooper (Frumentarius)

Equipment: .308 Hunting Rifle (Extended Magazine), .45 Auto Pistol, Combat Knife, NCR Salvaged Power Armour.
Bio:

Journal Entry: (Burned)
I've been undercover for what? 10 years now? The Legion placed me within the NCR when I was 11. And now I'm part of General Oliver's hand-picked Heavy Troopers. I'd say I succeeded. When we took the Dam, I was proud to have served Caeser. But my orders were to remain with the NCR, find out their plans, leave them in dead-drops for Caesar's advance scouts. My squad know nothing of my true alliegence, and just as well, they'd kill me if they knew. But the profligates are blind. Many Frumentarii are still within their ranks, all I have to do is keep them trusting me, while I sabotage their mission, as I have countless times.

Name: Clayton
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Short jet black hair. Small blue eyes, short rounded nose, pale red lips (more of a pink) and a smooth, clean face.
His body structure is somewhat small for man. But he's toned.
Faction: NCR

Sub-faction: Trooper

Rank: Sergeant

Position. 3rd platoon.

Equipment: .308 hunting rifle with modifications, namely; A sniper scope and extended ammo.
A 45. colt handgun and a combat knife. Then normal NCR armour. Modified to have fingerless gloves, short sleeves and no helmet.
Bio: Journal Entry #23
I used to be part of a scouting team. We'd pick off Legion scouting parties before they'd see us. Mighty good fun if we weren't caught.
But mostly we just find empty buildings, useless cars, animals and even cannibals. Nothing special really. But we were good team.
We found a hospital once though, just stuffed with medical supplies. Because of that we got better pay. Hell, we help find New Vegas.
If that gives you how good of a team we were. But after the fight at Hoover Dam the NCR scattered. And now the Legion is on our tail and I don't even know if my team made it out alive! Why do I even keep this Journal? I know it was one of my last orders but that doesn't mean I should do it.

Journal Entry #24
I've been running from the Legion for a good couple days. It's astounding how persistent these a-holes are.
I have ran across several states, States! I'm only one man, damn. Maybe I'll have better luck in D.C. then I did in Georgia.
It's up ahead I think, I gotta start running again before they catch up.

Name: Lillian "Dash" Raptis

Age: 19

Weapons: 1 Colt M1911 and an AI Arctic Warfare AW-50 Bolt_Action Rifle.

Race: Caucasian

Faction: Wastelander.

Home: Rivet City.

Bio: Born and raised in Vault 92. Taught to play numerous musical instruments from a young age as per the Vault specifications. After the incident with Vault 92 she became one of the only two survivors of the Vault.

She lived alone for a while, using the location in the hills to become quite proficient with a sniper rifle she had picked up not long after exiting the Vault. As she often brags, she used to bullseye Bloatflys back home, and they're not much bigger than two metres. She left for Rivet City as soon as she could get the caps together through trading with the caravans and hasn't looked back since. After a short stay at Rivet city, she joined on up with the NCR. It was during that time that she earned the nickname Dash, through constantly being the fastest runner around.

Name: James "Copperhead" Robinson

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Race: Caucasian

Faction: Wastelander

Weapons: long range fighter; Kriss Super V SMG, Mk.14 EBR assault rifle, and one .50 Desert Eagle.

Other Equipment: Cowboy hat, duster, sunglasses, work boots, gloves

Home(s): Washington Mall District, near the Washington Monument

Bio:

Journal Entry-

When they, my extended family before me, were moved to the Vault, and everything changed forever. They were just people trying to figure out what was happening in the outside world. Everyone was confused, and we they wondered when they would come out. Then the doors opened, and we saw a vastly changed world.

I then immediately set to work arming myself, my family having died over the past two hundred years, and making sure I survived those days after I was released. I now find myself living near where My family used to work, in a little building; with just enough to survive for a couple weeks at a time. I now close this entry confident that I will live another day to write and survive.

Yes, I may look like something out an old action movie with my leather jacket, cutdown military boots, sunglasses, leather gloves, and cowboy hat; but it helps to block out the sun and provide a bit of an intimidation factor. Survival is the key out here, and let no one else tell you otherwise.

-James C. Robinson, survivalist and part-time mercinary

Name: Henry Rew. Also known as: Dirty Henry

Gender: Male

Age: 239

Race: Previously Caucasian, Ghoul.

Faction: Himself

Equipment: Two 1847 Colt .44 revolvers. Fine hat.

Bio: Before the war Henry had a family, wife, kids, white picket fence anything anyone ever needed then. Before the bombs fell and scorched the earth and all her beauty, Henry and his family took cover in a bomb shelter that he had worked on for the time of the war. Though the shelter would fail killing his entire family. Henry being the only one alive ventured out into the wasteland with anger deep in his heart. Rew watched his own skin peel away before his very eyes, he didn't know what he was becoming but he embraced it.

Henry would never be proud of the things he had done in the first ten years in the wasteland. Once he saw the error of his ways he changed and helped build settlements from scrap metal and rust. Henry lived many lives and using his father's Colt .44s he killed hundreds of creatures and got the name Dirty Henry in his travels, and to this day he wanders the wastes keeping the peace best he can.

Name: Nathan 'Any of Many Nicknames'

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Paler than Average, Blue/Grey shade of Eye, Dark Grey Hair.


Ex-Factions:

The Strip




Faction: NCR, Corporal

• Sub-Faction: Trooper
  

Equipment: (Both weapons and armour)

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NCR Mantle Armour



-Explosive Pouch
-Pip-Boy 3000 (Issued Vault 21)
-Khaki Tunic
-Hardened Leather Pauldrons
-Fingerless Gloves
-Arm Wraps
-Brown Boots
-Khaki Puttees
-A Metal Breastplate - Emblem of the NCR Painted on.
-Camouflaged Cloth - Wrapped around left shoulder

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Service Rifle



-Upgraded Springs (Faster Firing Rate)

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Machete



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Bio:

Pip-Boy Log #Idon'treallycarefornumbers (NUMBER ID EDITED)

I have a few logs here and there... But let's do an 'over view' one, or one of a few. My name is Nathan. Or, well, that's my actual name, I'm usually never actually called by that. I was born in Vault 21, grew up, got a Pip-Boy, vault opened, New Vegas Events and ect. I joined the NCR after spending some time working for a Gun Company of some sort... I've completed around two tours, maybe more. I had a knack for explosives, or thats what I told them on my sign up form. I may have learnt some skills while working for... That company. Must really remember that name. I spent some time at Hoover Dam, and even got deployed as a MP in the Strip, which lasted for around 2 Years. It was good work, close to home. With the Legion advancing and all, I was required to be out there helping.

Log #Ended

Name: Matt I Collins
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Faction: Scavenger/Prospector, Mercenary.
Equipment: Marksman Carbine, 12g Hunting Shotgun, .44 Magnum Revolver. Has a good amount of rounds for each of the weapons as well. He also wears Talon Company Armor, without the Symbol, of course. And no helmet as well.
Bio: Born in the Capital wasteland. Collins quickly began exploring when he was able to leave the city. Finding out major landmarks and areas that would help him when he moves to become a scavenger. One of his first jobs being a Merc for a company called...well Talon Company. After being part of the Talons for a good two years. He left the ranks and proceeded to roam the waste. Quickly removing the Talon symbol from his armor to make sure he wasn't shot. He started to become a prospector. A deadly one at that from the training. He still does some odd mercenary jobs here and there.

Name: Azumi Itou

Gender: female

Age: 22

Race: Japanese (Human)

Appearance: 5"6" feet tall, Black hair done up in a pony tail, brown eyes.

Fraction: Enclave [remnants] Lt. of Rapture Squad.

Equipment: Mainly wears Enclave officer uniform and carries the plasma Pistol, In battle carries the plasma rifle and wears Enclave Tesla Amour. (sorry couldn't link any pics, new member status won't allow until 7 days)

Bio: After the death of her parents at the hands of Raiders, Azumi decided to help purge the wasteland of all evil. She was found and took in by the Enclave who begin training her as a soldier. Using her skills, wits, and charm, Azumi rose through the ranks to take command of a elite squad Enclave troops called Rapture Squad. Only a few months later the Enclave raged war on the Brotherhood and were defeated by the help of a lone wander who destroyed their base, Raven Rock, and later on their Mobile base at the Airport. Azumi lead the small remnants of Rapture to a empty Subway station in D.C. and tried to turn a new leaf by aiding the people and clearing out hostile Supper Mutants, but their attempts were shattered when Elder Lyons was killed by other Enclave remnants. Now completely exiled with no hope of redemption, Azumi and Rapture Squad sit and wait for death to take them all.

(Quick description of Rapture Squad)

Rapture 1 - Lt. Azumi Itou

Rapture 2 - Sgt. Mathew Halls (male) Tesla Amour, Weapon: Lazer Gatling

Rapture 3 - Pvt. Sammy Wellmen (male) Enclave Power Amour, Weap.: Anti-Martial Rifle

Rapture 4 - KIA

Rapture 5 - Cpl. Thom 'Afterburn' (male) Hellfire Amour Weap. heavy incinerator

Rapture 6 - KIA

Rapture 7 - CMT Ashlee Goodrow (female) Enclave scientist outfit Weap: Lazer Rifle

Name: James Royce
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human, Scottish
Faction: Wanderer
Sub-Faction: None
Equipment: Assault Carbine with explosive and AP rounds.
Looted, Silvered Ranger Sequoia.
A Saturnite Claymore sword.
Modified T51-B armor with an upgraded interface and more appealing look (Gold trim, some more color.)
A Pip-Boy 3000
A satchel with 10,000 Caps, 5000 NCR Dollars, and 1000 Denarius
Bio: A boy from Freeside, James Royce became an up-and-coming star in the run-down casinos of Freeside, doing shows at the Atomic Wrangler and for sick patients at the Old Mormon fort. He was a great singer, a voice that was a mix of Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra, with a little Sammy Davis Jr. thrown in. He was so good, the management at the Tops paid his way into the city. While there, he made 1,000s of caps, blowing it on prostitutes, food, and alcohol. He then overstepped his welcome, blowing off much debt, thinking he was immune. He thought wrong. After being kicked off the strip, he grabbed his things from a small desert stash, and headed east. He left at 19. He arrived in D.C. at 28. Now he roams the much-less populated Capital Wastes, unsure of what to do.

Name: Gideon
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Race: Caucasian

Faction: Rivet City Security

• Sub-Faction: Rivet City Gate Guard
  

Equipment:
Waster Clothing
Chinese Assault Rifle
Chinese Pistol
Chinese Officers Sword


Bio: Gideon was born in Hidden Valley and was fortunate enough to have come with the Eastern Brotherhood Chapter when it was initially dispatched from the West. Only young at the time when his parents moved, Gideon was a close friend of Sarah Lyons and grew up as one of her few friends within the Chapter.
Gideon was notable for being one of the youngest active members of the Capital Wastelands chapter, donning his armour at the age of seventeen after showing subliminal physical capabilities. He was a skilled shot with a sidearm, able to hit targets dead on with one arm. Many expected him to join the Lyons Pride, or even venture to be the next Star Paladin.

At about the age of twenty one, Gideon joined a small squad of Brotherhood Initiates and a Paladin to try and examine and reclaim the ruins of the American History Museum. During the attempt, the squad was crippled by a surprise Mutant attack. Many of the Initiates were killed, and Gideon was critically wounded.
When the squad returned to the Citadel, the Paladin and Gideon would together pursue further attempts at eradicating the Mutant threat in DC, which would later prove key in the struggle of power of the remains of the Capital Wasteland.
It was later found out that, due to Gideons knee injury, he was not capable of being accepted into the Pride, his wound too much of a liability to the harsh missions they would carry out. Many say if not for that, he'd be one of the greatest soldiers in the Chapter by now.

During the war with the East Coast Enclave, Gideon was stationed around the Megaton area, where he experienced much conflict against the wildlife and raiders of the Capital Wastes, and would later aid in the assault on Adams Air Force Base.
When Elder Lyons and Sarah were assassinated, Gideon felt his world crumble around him, as two of his greatest friends fell victim to the cruelty of their foes.
During the lull in which the Chapter was without a leader, Gideon helped create the Children of Broken Steel, in hopes of continuing the good of the Lyons family.

After the anointment of Eldar Hillion, Gideon was one of the few who chose to leave the Brotherhood, unable to face the return to their old ways, and the passing of their most noble members.

With Project Purity back up and running, and Rivet City as a host of the clear waters, Gideon chose to join the Security forces, to protect one of the few civilised areas in the Wastes. With the sudden growing presence of Mutants and Raiders, Gideon has become willing to do whatever it takes to protect the Wastelands people, and his family in the Citadel.
Even if he had to give his life, and rejoin his friends.

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Gideon, by some small amount of luck, was met by an old companion Kelly recently. After meeting her, and being placed in a situation that left him reminiscing and thinking of old choices, ended up investigating what was apparently an attack on Kelly's squad. The encounter led him to meet a group of Enclave, perhaps the last in D.C.
His mind has been racing since, and now he can't decide how he needs to implement his skill. Kelly despises him, but if joining back on was something he so thoroughly though he should do, he would do it in an instant.

Name: Paladin Kelly Williams
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Faction: Brotherhood of Steel

• Sub-Faction: Children of Broken Steel
  

Equipment: Brotherhood Power Armour (T-45d)
Laser Rifle (AER9)
Laser Pistol
Bio: Born into the Brotherhood, her mother and father were Paladins, Kelly was always going to be in the Brotherhood, even if she had the choice, she'd have joined them. Her parents, and her, Supported Elder Lyon's in his goal to help the Wastelanders, and when the Enclave attacked, her parents were killed defending the Elder.

When the new Elder took over, Kelly was one of the most opposed to his "return to the old ways" believing that with the power they had, they had a duty to help people who couldn't help themselves. This lead to her becoming one of knights in shining armour that so many wastelanders owe their lives to.

She despises the Enclave Remnant for what they have done to the Wasteland, and to her, and will kill any wearing that Power Armour on sight.

Name: Donny Billiard
Gender: Male
Age: 27-33
Race: Human, caucasian
Faction: Capital Bastards
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Equipment:
R91 Assault rifle:

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M1911:

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Military fold able shovel:

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Canteen, lighter, Geiger counter, radio.
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Bio: Raised and beaten into the shit of an environment the world was in, he was bound to become some type of outlaw. Of course outlaw wasn't the right word, as there was no law. But there were still private bounty hunters who Donny had the pleasure of killing in his life. It didn't take long for Donny to start killing. His first kill was when he was just fourteen, and a traveler that was passing through the rattyass town Donny lived in, pissed him off so much he bashed his skull in with a billiard stick... and the name was born. He begun going by the name Donny Billiard, or just Billiard. And soon, got a couple of his beggar friends to join a raider group he was forming. This all being just south of D.C. When the gang had a dozen or so members, they headed north towards the Capital wasteland, to raise some hell there.

But they weren't suspecting what they found there. A group of heavily armored soldiers, no... an army. The raider gang hung low until that whole thing blew over. But right as it did, the bandits moved in, ransacking caravans, and even a few small town raids. They called themselves the Capital Bastards, because they liked the way it sounded. They had it pretty good, up until a pack of guys in football pads popped out of nowhere and killed half of the bandit gang. Now Billiard is pissed off at these guys, because not only are they killing his crew, but also stealing his kills.

Capital Bastards members:

Name: Tino
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, machete
Description: Though a few years older than Donny, Tino and him have been best friends for most of both of their lives. It was actually Tino's idea to start the gang and head north into D.C.
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Name: Marriot
Gender: Female
Weapon(s): Assault rifle, jacknife
Description: When Tino and Donny gave Marriot a gun and asked if should would join, she didn't think twice. Being the only escort in a sty of a town never really had its benefits.
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Name: Greggy
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): Machete, Combat knife and .32 pistol
Description: Greggy was always a risk taker, so getting him in the gang wasn't much of a chore. Though recently, Greggy went diving into a radiation flooded cave in search for treasure, not knowing his rad suit was torn, he emerged not only without treasure, but he started losing skin.
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Name: Pisspants
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): Hunting rifle, kitchen knife
Description: Pisspants, a name he earned in his early days of knowing the gang, is the youngest member, right behind Wisp. Not very combat proficient, but for some strange reason it seems he can't die, as the gang has tested this theory many times, using him as distractions any chance they get.
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Name: Shreddar
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): Large Ripper, pump shotgun
Description: Shreddar is easily the eldest of them all. A man of few words, he's just your classic mean sonuvabitch you do not want to mess with, 'cause no matter how many bullets you put in him, he will rip you limb from limb.
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Name: Wisp
Gender: Female
Weapon(s): Chain, 10MM pistol, Mechanical left arm and right leg
Description: Wisp is the only one who wasn't from the same town as the rest. She also wasn't the type who was born into the shit, she was most likely from a vault, then had the wasteland turn her into the cold killer she is now.
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NOMINE: Nich
AETAS: 21-25
SEXUS: Male
CAPILLI PIGMENTO: blonde/brown
OCULI PIGMENTO: Blue
RACIAL IDENTIFIER: Caucasian (White)
DESCRITPTION/BIOGRAPHY/HISTORY
He was born in Chicago, in the base of the Brotherhood of Steel. His parents, a scribe, and head paladin, were loving parents, when they were around. He was raised by the Brotherhood. Trained and taught, but never brainwashed. He was too introverted, too analytical, and too stubborn. The training made him strong, lean, and agile. He didn’t like the idea of wearing power-armor for the rest of his however short life. But he didn’t want to enter the Scribes life either. Though he wanted to improve the scribes by learning history as well as the technology from when the brotherhood first started out, and advance the brotherhood. He thought they were too far one way, and too far the other to change direction.He thought they were a sinking ship, and he wanted a lifeboat out of there.

He grew to be five foot eleven, and weighed a little under one-hundred and fifty pounds. For a member of the Brotherhood he was thin. They thought he was too thin, and any additional training or hardships they threw at him only made him leaner. Like other members of the Midwestern Brotherhood of Steel he had to kill a Radscorpion with his bare hands. As well as doing push-ups while knight-paladin Morocco was stepping on him. Just a few of the hardships he went through. He was all the combat and cybernetic implants that a brotherhood member could have, making him formidable even outside of his power-armor.

He ended up learning about both the Scribes and the Paladin way. Training in Power-armor and the high-tech weapons of the BoS, he would be a great asset. Some members speculated that he was being groomed to be the next leader. His Mother was the Head Scribe and his Father was the Head-Paladin, many rumors were started as to his fate. None, however, would ever guess his choice. What he felt in his heart.

When the day came for him to choose his path, he thought long and hard, and eventually said “yes”. They asked him to clarify, and he did, he explained that he wanted to join the Order of the Knight, Paladin, and Scribe, as all were important to the brotherhood, and that someone should be equally skilled in all to be a good leader. He was refused, they told him to choose, so he did. He chose to leave. Believe that no one should be forced to be in the brotherhood they let him go. with much disdain and sorrow his parents watched him leave. the rumors about him were quickly hushed, and the others in the brotherhood were stunned by his choice.

From there he left Chicago, his home, and headed south-west. He wanted to learn about the world outside the brotherhood. So, he unknowingly went to the Legion.

Walking blindly into Legion territory is generally considered to be suicide. However, he knew Latin well enough to speak it, so when he met the first patrol, coming up upon them at their camp, he spoke to them plainly. Thinking he was a frumentarius, they pointed him in the direction of their base. After many weeks of travel from his home in Chicago, he arrived at the Legion base in Arizona. Surrounded by slaves and warriors of the Legion, he walked in without fear, but curiosity. He was allowed to stay, and he studied the Legion. Learning it’s history. He wasn’t interested in their tactics, and they wouldn’t tell him anyway. He knew they had spies, called frumentarius. Wolves in sheep's skin, he thought they were. It was smart, infiltrating those who might oppose them.

He spent years with the Legion, studying them. Eventually he left, without offending the Legion. As time went by, he wore many outfits, from cowboy outfits with dusters and boots, to Legion Apparel, to caravan clothes. Every outfit, a different learning experience. Now, as he travelled, he wore a duster with the Desert Ranger armor, some type of combat boots, and khaki pants. He had a helmet that hung off his pack, but he seldom wore it. He kept the Kukri Machete that the Legion gave him, named Aquilae Rostro, Eagle’s beak. A good name for it, he thought. He had some other neat toys he picked up from travelling in Arizona, and the Mojave. A Pistol, that we shall call simply: The Pistol. A Tesla gadget, which he is still studying. Among other things. He travels relatively light. Surviving off the land. Experiencing the land.

Among his favorite places was Zion. The Tribals there, he thought, were friendly and kind, and had adapted well to their home. Of all the places he’d been, he stayed with them the longest, learning from them and in turn teaching them. He had lots of fun in the unspoiled wilderness of Zion canyon. For the first time in his life, he felt at home. Even becoming romantically involved with a girl from one one of the tribes. Nothing became of them, it never got beyond friendship. As she said “You have a traveller’s heart, you can’t stay in any one place for too long.”

He’s wizened beyond his years. Often nicknamed in the Wastes as the “Old Soul” or “Old Scholar”. In the places he’s been and become recognized, he’s always come and gone without much dispute, always seeking to settle things peacefully, and almost always succeeding in doing so. He travels alone, mostly, he’s met up with a Super Mutant on occasion, named John. They get along well enough, often bumping into each other when the other is in a bind. They don’t stay together, because both are of the mindset “You go your way, and I’ll go mine.”

He’s known by a few throughout the Wastes, but he’s known by many within the Brotherhood of Steel. He’s been codenamed, by the brotherhood, as: The Seeker.

Having explored western United States, learning about the NCR and the Legion and the other Brotherhood of Steel groups, he has decided to move east, towards the Enclave, or former Enclave. To learn about them, if he could. Or any other society that was building itself up.

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Subject: A2-03 Lucius
Date of Creation: 2242
Resemblance: Caucasoid

Faction: Raiders

• Sub-Faction: Common Enemies
  

Equipment:
Cybernetic Armor and rags
Multiplas Laser Rifle
Pulse Pistol

Bio: Lucius, or A2-03 as he is known up North, is an Android created by the Institute, deep within the Commonwealth. He, along with Harkness and a small sect of other Androids, had managed to escape the facilities and flee far from the Commonwealth, some going West, some North, and three going South. A3-21, A2-03, and A1-O1.
The three droids were quick to separate, aware that working together could be fatal to them. For some time, A2-03 lay low, deep below the city in its metro systems, until he heard that a man named Harkness had started to work in Rivet City. A2-03 was quick to deduce that that Harkness was in fact A3-21, hiding away in a fort of the Wastes.
And thus knowing that one of the three was settled, his new plan began.

A2-03 knew what he had to do. He hunted down his old associate A1-O1, and together they began to search for a team of Wasters that could disguise, and protect them. They chose then to hide their titles, choosing for each other names.
Venturing into the Wasteland with his friend, Lucius and Omega began their hunt.

The duo began their hunt in the northern areas of the Wasteland, intending to move closer to the Commonwealth to ensure their hunt proved for more fruitful and durable members of the Wastes. Their journey took them far, up into the ruins of Maryland. There, they ran into a band of Wasters who survived thanks to their violence and cruelty against all enemies, be them Slaver, Raider, or any other.
After the band was eradicated in its entirety, A2-03 came across their captive, the used and abused Ariella Sandras, a doctor from a city up in the Commonwealth. A2-03 chose to take the woman with them, somewhat compelled to protect her after seeing how cruelly she was treated.

Though she was physically able to heal, mentally A2-03 could see she had been broken. She felt no desire to survive, hurling herself against their enemies in any ways possible. Eventually, A2-03 chose, against the advice of A1-O1, to head further into the West to escape the insanity of the Columbian Commonwealth.
Their travels there lasted much longer, and they journeyed far into past defended territory, hiding from the monster of the Waste with the help of A1-O1, before eventually stopping in Ohio.
While Ariella was a fitting defender, she was not as capable as initially thought. Her mental degradation began to cripple her, and A2-03 knew they needed to help her and employ another defence. They were lucky enough to be gifted by the passing of a Luietenant from far West from a place known as the New California Republic.

Tim League was initially unwilling to join them, choosing to instead accompany them back to the Capital Wasteland where he had been heading to hunt some massive slaver movement. He had been separated from his squad, and had disowned his old company to continue his hunt without regard for laws or orders.
A2-03 used this to convince League to join them, the chance to operate in a group but continue to ignore the laws of the Waste. Now they had a veteran of war fighting with them. For now, Lucius felt safe. But he still wanted to help Sandras.
Upon returning to the Wasteland, Lucius and his group decided it was time to find a place to hold down. Avoiding Raider, Slaver, and Brotherhood patrols, they managed to find the WKML Broadcast Station. Lucius chose to enter first, to test the waters.
Little did he know it would alter everything about him.

As soon as the door open, a burst of monstrous flame erupted from the building, coating Lucius in super-heated fire, roasting his synthetic flesh and skin, and as the flame subsided with Sandras screams, the two additions to the android duo were given a look to what A2-03 really was.
The Raider that resided within the station, Rattle Vaca, was quick to regret his action and offer the group safety within the fortified building. That night, Lucius revealed their pasts to the group, including those that hunted them, and prepared to awake with his new, and old friends, gone.
Instead, he awoke to news; they would defend the androids to the death, under a new name.
Common Enemies.

Doctor Ariella Sandras:

Rattle Veca:

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Name: Naomi Richards
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Naomi has short (Shoulder-lengthish) brown hair, green eyes and is about average height and is slightly slimmer than average

Faction: Desert Ranger

• Sub-Faction: None
  

Equipment: Desert Ranger Combat armour and Helmet -Written on the helmet is "If you're reading this, I hope you bought me dinner."
Brush Gun
Combat Knife (Kept in a sheath on her armour)
Ranger Sequoia (Non-NCR version)

Bio: Naomi is the great granddaughter of Captain Marcus Richards, of the Desert Rangers. He was killed in Arizona, fighting the Legion. Her father was killed days later, also fighting the Legion. She did not enlist with the NCR, instead taking up the mantle of Desert Ranger, fighting the Legion alone for the most part, using guerrilla warfare against Legion patrols.
Her skills were past down to her by her grand father before his death, knowing that despite her age at the time, she would need them.

Eventually, she banded with the last of the Desert Rangers, the ones who hadn't joined the NCR, some of which were ghoulified, and fought the Legion more openly. When the Legion retaliated, most of them were killed, leaving only Naomi.

When the NCR was defeated, she fled Nevada, following the Legion, wanting to continue fighting them wherever they went.

Name: Cameron Shore

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Race: Caucasian

Faction: Desert Rangers

Appearance: Green eyes and short brown hair that's allways ruffled. Has 5 o' clock shadow unless he shaves.

Equipment: Desert Ranger Amour, flat bill desperado cowboy hat. Medicine Stick (Brush gun) Mysterious Magnum (.44 Magnum), Bowie Knife, and Satchel Charges

Theme: First Person Shooter

Bio: Cameron parents were Desert Rangers before the NCR and Legion came, he grew up friends with Nayomi but the lost contact after her father and grandfather were killed. He father went over with the NCR after the ranger agreement but died fighting. Deciding not to follow in his footsteps, Cameron went on to run a Caravan, selling to the NCR, until it was plundered by legion. He came close to spending his life as a slave if it wasn't for the Desert Rangers and Naomi. Due to his family ties he was able to get in to the Rangers, though most of his training was taught to him by his father while he was a child. Still he made as a killer sniper, fighting against the legion with the same men his father did.

After the legion took over the Mojave, he hopped on a Caravan and traveled east to DC.

Name: Will Carr

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Race: Caucasian

Faction: None

Equipment: (Both weapons and armour)

Modified Vault Suit

Pip-Boy 2000

10mm Pistol

Bio: While Will himself was not in a vault, his Dad was. Therefore upon its opening his Dad left the vault, proceeding into the world that waited outside. Where this Vault was located, Will never found out, as his Dad, along with his Mum, had made their way to the Mojave, where Will was born. Following their deaths, he made his way over the border and into the Capital Wasteland, eventually settling into Megaton, or well, that was the closest place he could call home.

Name: Varro Brown
Position: Sniper
Age: 32
Term of Contract: Ongoing
Merits/Demerits: 4/0
Pay: 85 caps/mission
Status: Active
Equipment:
Ranger Battlearmor
Sniper Rifle
.308 caliber rounds x20

Terminal Entry: Don't know where she came from, to be honest. Judging by that duster she was wearing, she may have been one of the Regulators. All I know is she says his employer sent her to us in hopes of joining on to back us up in our missions. Gotta say, she's been a brilliant asset, we never had a proper marksman in the team, and with her skill she's invaluable.
I'm thinking of letting her take part in lone missions further out of DC. She used to be a merc assassin, so she can handle herself on her own, I know that much. She's not telling me who sent her, but if she's from the Regulators I know she'll only accept the good kinds of contracts, like what we (try) to stick too. But if she's from Bighorn, or even worse the Talon company... Well, safe to say she wont be a member of the Rangers much longer, at least.

Bio: Varro was born in Canterbury Commons, to a pair of travelling merchants. For many years they cared for her and loved her, until they had a second child. They were both torn, but they knew that they had to follow their hearts, and children couldn't travel, not through the wastes. For their own good, they requested that the girls be given home and care from one of locals, who willingly accepted. They made their way, and promised they'd come back to check up on them when they was older.
Varro grew up seeing many kinds of people in the Commons. Good traders, people who went out of their way to help wasters if they stumbled on them. Bad traders, people who went out of their way to murder those lost in the wasteland, and people who just got by on their own merits.
She was quick to adapt to the good people, eager to be like her own personal idol, Crazy Wolfgang.

At the age of 18, after serving the city as a guard for a while, she caught sight of two merchants moving into the city. She gave them entrance, not recognizing them as her parents. When they asked for her, she was shocked and unable to hold herself back as she hugged them both dearly, having been told why they were forced to left when she was only young.
For ten long years, she lived happily with her parents, before deciding that guarding this city wasn't what she desired. She wanted to defend the Wastes, and all good people in it. Her father told her of some mercenaries he'd run across, known as Regulators.
With a gun, some armor, and some meds, Varro set off on her journey to become one of the peacekeepers of the Wasteland.

When she found them, Cruz welcomed her happily, and set her off on her first set of missions. In the years that passed, Varro was able to net a large sum of caps for her parents, and they were able to settle down in the Commons, putting aside their merchant lives. Varro continued her career, and did whatever she could to stem the tide of cruelty in the Wastes.

Name: Major Jackson Brown
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Race: Caucasian
Faction: NCR

• Sub-Faction: 1st Recon
  

Equipment:
Specialist Recon Armo
Survival Combat Knife
Marksman Carbine
.45mm Pistol
Radio
Bio: Jackson, like all NCR in the Capital, has a score to settle with the Legion. When Novac was attacked, he lost his beloved wife and child, and as such is eager to give his life in the call of duty, and take as many Legion bastards as he can with him. Considered mentally unstable, Jackson is kept a close eye on by Moore, who orders him to not stray far from their HQ.

Name: Steel-Skull
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: Hispanic
Faction: Caesars Legion

• Sub-Faction: Pitt Ambassadors
  

Equipment:
Raided Power Armor
Wastehound Hood
Armoured Gauntlets
Infiltrator
Bio: After the Pitt became, finally, a cured and cleaned city, many of Ashurs closest were sent as Ambassadors of peace into the Capital Wasteland, negotiating deals with all manner of people. Steel-Skull has started to welcome small groups of Raiders into his growing force, to implement a protective army to his Ambassadorial role.
Now, even he is considering leaving the Pitt, and creating a new empire of tyranny in the Capital. When the Legion arrived, Steel-Skull was fortunate enough to be selected to meet the Legion and possibly aid the Pitt in joining them. At first Ashur didn't want to join them but he knew the Pitt would be a likely target for such a powerful force, and so has chosen to join them.
For now, the Legion is considering their allegiance and integration into the tribes. Steel-Skull and his force remain near the main base of operations, and soon he hopes to act for Ashur and Magnus, and decimate the Wastes.

Name: Captain Aaron Barnett
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Race: African American
Faction: New California Republic
Sub-Faction: 37th Platoon Captain

Equipment:
Trail Carbine
9mm Pistol
NCR Bandoleer Armor (And Appearance. Best I got)
Beret

Bio: Aaron grew up in California, in NCR terrortory. So his childhood was nice and peaceful. Rarely any fights broke out in his town and those were mostly drunken.
But, like most soldiers out there, he wanted to serve his country or republic. Whichever fits more. He didn't care really.
So. When the NCR went east he went with them. Securing towns and such. But once Caesar's Legion showed up...
Well. Let's just say he hates them with a passion. Every single thing they do. He often wondered why the NCR hasn't wiped them out yet.
But now that the NCR has lost at Hoover Dam. He doesn't have time to wonder how Legion won. Why the NCR didn't plan better...

Name: Ryan Cooper
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: African American
Appearance: Screenshot.
Faction: New California Republic
Sub Faction: 37th Platoon Trooper
Equipment:
Service Rifle Missing.
.308 Hunting Rifle
Combat Knife
Bandoleer Armor
Trooper Helmet

Bio: Ryan was born in a gang. No, not the Great Khans. He was born into the Vipers back before the NCR came around.
So he was always around violence. Killing, stealing, raping, drugs and more killing. Just the usual things the gang did.
When he finally became old enough to go on raiding parties he did the same. But his most favorite was the killing.
Just the feeling of watching someone or something die made him feel good. Which sound better for the Legion right?
How would somebody like this end up joining the NCR? Well, I'll tell you why. Legion nearly killed him and took all his stuff.
His drugs, alcohol, women, guns, food, water. Killed his friends too. They didn't have a chance. Neither did he.
He only survived because he pretended to be dead after they shot him. He survived, obviously.

And like his friend Zach, he wanted revenge. But he wasn't stupid. He knew he needed help and the NCR was perfect.

Name: Zach Miller
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Screenshot
Faction: New California Republic
Sub Faction: 37th Platoon Trooper
Equipment:
Service Rifle
Silenced 22. Pistol
NCR Trooper Armor
Military Police Helmet
(Both shown in his screenshot. Sorry. All I could find.)

Bio: Zackery, or Zach for short, lived in Nelson before the Legion attack. He watched as his father was cut down by machetes.
And his mother dragged out of his house. When they came for him though, he had already left. Going through the back door.
But like most people who have their family killed and forced into slavery, he wanted revenge. So he looked for NCR.
Finding McCarren soon after he started looking. He enlisted. Then came his training a few anxious days later.
Before he knew it, he was a Trooper with the rank of Private in the 37th Platoon.
Zach is usually in good spirits. Always trying to lighten the mood. Becoming fast friends with most people he meets.
Of all the people in his Platoon he's become good, if not best, friends with Ryan. Another trooper in his Platoon.

Name: Kristoff Dmitri Makarov

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Caucasian

Faction: Waster

Appearance: Kris is about 5' 9" and weighs 154 lbs. He has black hair in a high-and-tight cut. He has piercing blue eyes and a charming smile. He is well toned and tan. All in all, he is a very handsome kid.

Equipment: Kris wears a black zip up sweatshirt over a light gray v-neck t-shirt. He also wears blue jeans and black converse that are wrapped in duct tape, along with wearing sunglasses and a red baseball cap. He always carries a backpack that has stimpacks, books, food, and water bottles. He also has two weapons on his back, a metal baseball bat and a machete. The thing that throws off this normal outfit is the fact that he wears a rebreather, quite a rare find in the Wastes.

Bio: As long as Kris remembers, he's never had a family. Wondering the wastes as an orphan, Kris learned to fight rather quickly. His first kill was against a man with a strange mask covering the bottom half of his face. He would later put it on and realize itmade the air easier to breath, even through the scummy air of the wastes. He was 12 at that time. As the years passed, he's honed his skills and found refuge in a small town abandoned by it's previous owners (Andale). Don't let the good looks and desperate child act fool you, he wants what you have.

Name: Cyrus Silva

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Race: Caucasian

Faction: None

Equipment:
Armour: (Leather Armour)

Weapons: (10mm Pistol)

(Hunting Rifle)

(Trench Knife)

Appearance: Black "Blast Back" hair with some signs of silver from age and stress. As far as facial hair goes, he has a black goatee. His eyes are a dull brown. Leather armour with a holster for his 10mm and a sling for his hunting rifle. There is a sheathe located on his right ankle for his trench knife. He also carries a backpack that holds his food, water, and any spare caps he may have. It also carries pictures from his past (Family and such). He has an obvious limp when he is walking. This occured when he was twenty and fighting a small group of Talon Company. He has scars present on his body from when he was much younger. He stands at five foot nine.

Current Location: The wastes

Bio:

(Childhood)
I grew up in Little Lamplight. I was the oldest child out of the entire group. They looked up to me, even more so than the actual leader himself. I think he grew jealous. He had forced me out much sooner than the others. I was fourteen when I was kicked out, much to the other children's surprise. I didn't give a fuss. I told them to protect Little Lamplight and to not give full power to the leader, to keep some for themselves. I made my way out, alone and afraid. I had no idea what was going to happen or who I would meet. I had no direction. I only knew about LL. I made my way northeast. Running into fearsome creatures and unknown people. One night, I took shelter in a destroyed car and awoke to the sound of people poking around for supplies. I huddled into the seat, hoping that they wouldn't see me. My hopes were dashed as one, a man, peeked in and saw me. A smile spread across his face and he started to grab at me.

...
...
...

I didn't get away...

(Slave)
The people turned out to be slavers working for Harmon Jurley within the... aptly... named "Paradise Fallas". They knocked me out... the next thing I knew I woke up in a cage. Shackles on my arms and a collar on my neck. These were my worst years. When a year had passed I had accumulated a fair amount of scars. I did the work they wanted me to do, but... they just enjoyed attacking me. When I was sixteen I was forced into battle with another of my "kind" I was weak... we both were. I didn't want to do it, but I did. I ended the battle victorious, that's what they called it. As I grew, the battles they set me in grew tougher. I was nineteen when I fought their most respective guard in hand to hand combat. I was almost dead. I didn't lay a finger on him. I layed on the ground, a pool of blood around me. That's when I heard something. A rival slaver group. They entered in and began killing. Harmon released the guard to deal with them. In the chaos, I had somehow managed to escape through an underground route. I hobbled and hobbled once I hit the surface until I found a caravan of traders. They helped me out just until we got to Big Town. I was "properly" aided there.

(Big Town Security)
I lived in Big Town for a time. As my strength grew back, I joined in aiding the town against the occasional attack from Supermutanats or raiders. When I was twenty, I went out for supplies. I ran into a small group of Talon Company. A bullet was shot into my left leg and stayed in a precarious spot. I fended them off and limped my way back to Big Town. Five years of fighting and surviving gave me a child and a beautiful wife. When I was twenty six, an attack by the supermutants ended my life in Big Town. They broke in and began taking over, killing the residents. We fended them off the best we could. When the last one fell, I was left standing with the small group of Security. I searched for my family...

...
...
...

I never found them... I left Big Town soon after.

(Wanderer)
I've been a wanderer for four years now. I want nothing more than to survive and to see every slaver and supermutant that I see, dead.

My name is Cyrus Silva
I just need to survive

Name: Steven McArthur
Rank: Officer
Service Number: 01928-19912-SM

Age: 24
Nationality: Caucasian

Inventory:
Advanced Power Armor Mk II
Plasma Rifle
Plasma Grenades x4

Appearance: Steven stands at an impressive 5'9", with thick shoulders and a strong upper body. He is a bald male, with dull hazel eyes and thick cheekbones, with a rather overbearing brow and a bit of an overbite. His button nose and soft skin differentiate with his powerful looks, and his somewhat dainty hands don't help the situation.
He has a few scars on his back and arms from the battles with the Brotherhood, and is missing the index finger on his right hand from an undisclosed encounter with Mutants when evacuating the Air Force Base.
Bio: Born into the Enclave like so many are, Steven was one of the first teenagers raised within Raven Rock, and was outfitted early into his life to become one of the new generation of Enclave troopers. He was normally kept inside the facility like many other recruits, modified and trained until the time was right.
In 2277, Steven along with his own squad, were deployed to protect and hold the Jefferson Memorial. His time there made him very interested with the technological advancements the Enclave wished to achieve, and over time this would change him deeply.
When the Brotherhood assault the Memorial, Steven and his team had been relocated to Adams Air Force base, to begin training in the Hellfire units. Though the news of losing both Raven Rock and Jefferson stunned the Enclave forces, they knew that only meant more work needed to be done. At this point, Steven began to study technology more deeply, and even ended up designing a new set of Recon Armor for the Armory Master and Sigma Squad.
When the Air Force Base was attacked, Steven and his team were not yet prepared for Hellfire equipment and so were not deployed on the front lines, instead holding the facility until the Brotherhood finally managed to destroy it, causing the Enclave survivors to retreat en masse.
While he did all he could to aid in the retreat efforts for civilian and military personel, Steven lost his squad in the ensuing attack. He knew they died for their cause, and holds no ill will against the Brotherhood. Two sides, fighting for their beliefs.
He simply wished he didn't feel so lost, even with his allies.

Name: Aegidius
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:
Faction: Caesar's Legion
Subfaction: Prime Legionary
Equipment:
Machete
9mm pistol
Hunting Shotgun

Bio: Aegidius was only fourteen when the Legion invaded and killed most of his tribe. He's completely forgotten about them now.
He longer cares about them or if any others survived. He rathers to live in the present, not dwelling in the past.
It's countless how many he's killed. Whether it be NCR or rival tribesmen. He's a terror, like the rest of the Legion.

Name: Hades

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Race: Caucasian

Faction: Legion

Apperance: Stands at 6'2 with jet black hair and grey eyes. Has Tribal Tattoos and has realy built body.

Equipment: (Both weapons and armour) Dual wield Machete, Marksman carbine

Spoiler:

Bio: Hades was from a tribe of Nomads somewhere up the Mississippi River. They traveled too far west and were attacked by Legionnaires in Arizona. The men of his tribe fought the legion to the death, until Hades and his father were the last two standing surrounded by enemies. They held the Legion off for a hour, taking out many men while protecting the rest of their tribe from a life of slavery. His father, knowing they couldn't win, knocked Hades unconscious before sacrificing himself in one last valiant attempt. Hades and the rest of his tribe were put in chains and merged into the Legion. Angered with his father, and his tribes defeat, he defied the Legion and ended up fighting to the death in the Arena. He fought for weeks, slaughtering every enemy they threw at him. Caesar saw many of his fights and eventually released him, naming him 'Son of Pluto' whom Caesar said, sent Hades here to fight for his cause. Hades didn't believe a word of it, but the Legion hung on to every word, and treated him with a respect. Later Caesar privately told Hades to fight for him, or one way or another he would be killed. Hades agreed but had the remains of his tribe become his slaves and under his protection.

Name: Maximus Sanguinius
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human, Caucasian
Faction: Caesar's Legion

Sub-Faction: Praetorian


Appearance: Mohawk in the style of the helmet fan, dyed black with oil, speckles of dried blood on cheeks and forehead, brown eyes.
Equipment: Ballistic Fist, Mace Glove, Impact Gloves, Chakram, Industrial hand, Machete Gladius, this armor but with sunglasses

Bio: Although young, Maximus has shown great skill as a protector, dedicating his life to those he is entrusted to defend. When Gaius Magnus lead a small force into the Capital, he was selected as a personal guard and field commanded under Magnus command, used to ensure all those in battle follow the rules of Gaius, and that there were no dissidents or traitors on the field.

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John Wishmen
-27 years of age
-Dark brown hair
-Hazel eyes
-Brotherhood of Steel
--Knight Sargent
--T-45d Power Armor

Location
-West
--Mojave chapter

Mission
-Search for surviving members of the BoS, and new technologies

Items
-T-45d Power Armor
-Plasma Rifle
-Minigun
-.44 Magnum
-Stimpacks
-Pre-war dirty business suit
-Pre-war hat

Characteristics
-Gentle non-combatant man, until provoked by outer atmosphere
-Likes to make jokes, no matter the occasion or how bad they are
-Picky about what he eats, but mostly drinks Nuka-Cola

Bio
- John comes from a seemingly small family, that has even been alive before the war. What he didn't know is that before the war, the Wishmen's were high Military officials. They also had control of one of the Commonwealths, but now the name seems meaningless and useless. But John makes the best of it, even if his ancestors had something to do with the war. It wasn't his fault, but he tried his hardest to impress those around him, and he worked hard.

Name: Emma Taylor
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Race: Human, Caucasian
Faction: New California Republic

Rank: Corporal

Equipment: NCR Trooper Armour, Beret, R91 Assault Rifle and combat knife.
Appearance: Small, skinny with mousy brown hair tied up into a loose ponytail and light blue eyes.
Characteristics: Openly dislikes the NCR, naturally friendly, sarcastic

Bio: Emma was conscripted into the NCR Military at a young age, something which she never appreciated. However much she hated being in the military and fighting for NCR, she was an excellent soldier. Great shot, brilliant team leader, good at repairing weapons. She was quite friendly and good at dealing with nervous wastelanders when the NCR rolled in asking what was up. Yet she never felt happy with the NCR and saw her commanders and leaders to be little better than thieves. The only real difference was the fact that the NCR made laws before they robbed people blind. Emma and her squad was given the "Honour" of exploring the Colorado aiming to set up the flag of the New California Republic in Denver and the territories beyond. The task was all but impossible, which fate dealing cruel blow after cruel blow. Her squad was finally wiped out by a raider ambush when nearing the ruins of a pre-war town. Emma survived the ambush and escaped, she abandoned her mission and fled. Emma hopes that she never has to see the two headed bear flying over another settlement.

Names: Blood, killer, Quinn
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Human
Fraction: lone survivor, kill everything psycho.


Equipment: 9M handgun, Buzz axe, ragged jeans, wreck t-shirt revealing most of his right side. 


Bio: Quinn was affected greatly by the loss of his vault and went to find who did it in the wasteland. only to come across many killers all to never know his vault until one night he woke again with blood covering his hands and many dead around him. this event made him realize that the man he was searching was himself.