Characters

Discussion in 'Roleplaying Board' started by welsh, Apr 12, 2003.

  1. Nova9219

    Nova9219 First time out of the vault

    Jun 5, 2016
    Name: The Raptor
    Real Name: Therm Vulture
    Age: 27
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Occupation: Vigilante

    Physical appearance
    Eyes: Dark blue
    Hair: Black
    Height: 5.7 Feet tall
    Weight: 173 Pounds

    History:
    He was scarred by the horrors of the wasteland. So he slowly built up money to buy some battle supplies. He then set out to make the wasteland a better place in his own way. He protects major and minor settlements as he travels and deals with local threats. He is skilled in the use of multiple weapons and is quite agile.

    Personality: When he is not fighting the local scum he is quite unique. He seems to always be able to start a conversation with someone and talk them into doing things. He is generally quite kind with an intact moral compass, although he will fight people picking on people weaker than them.

    Weapons:
    He has many weapons. Some of his main ones include a powerful shotgun, a six shot .44 revolver, a plasma rifle, a laser RCW, and a serrated combat knife.

    Items:
    He always carries around 3,000 or so caps. He also has a stash of stimpacks, radaway, and mentats. He also carries around a notebook as well as a few pencils and a pen. Lastly, he has a large stash of Nuka Cola that he carries around on him (some say he might be addicted).

    Clothing:
    He has a night-black trench coat that covers his whole body. He also wears a gas mask and a fedora. The trench coat has ballistic fiber woven into it.
     
  2. CluelessRanger233

    CluelessRanger233 First time out of the vault

    Jun 21, 2016
    Name: The Black Ranger
    Real Name: Reid Walker
    Age:33
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human
    Occupation: Outlaw/Vigilante/Mercenary Etc depends on your opinion.

    Physical appearance
    Eyes: Pale Blue
    Hair: Brown
    Height: 6.2"
    Weight: 189 Pounds

    History:
    Well a former NCR ranger he was trained since childhood to be one of their most elite soldiers. He was able to strike in the night and leave him targets dead not even noticed. He decided to leave after he had a minor fallout with the president of the NCR, he then since has roamed the US going all over taking jobs and killing who he deems a bad person. Currently he is stationed somewhere in Colorado there has been no noticeable activities from his end of the spectrum.

    Personality: He has a very self righteous and judgmental personality thinking he can judge those and decide who lives and dies. He may have mild anger issues and will sometimes loose patience with those who take too long to talk or just waste his time, those encounters usually end up with a dead body.

    Weapons: He carries a 50. sniper rifle which he calls 'The Ranger', a 44. Magnum which he calls 'Ol' Lucky' and a combat knife, he usually has a few grenades on him and occasionally a rifle of some sorts.

    Items: He carries around a sleeping bag, some food and drinks, extra weapons and ammo and a few thousand caps on him for traders. He also takes a souvenir from everyone he had killed. He also carries around a teddy bear some people recon it's maybe from a child or others just say he keeps it because he had no childhood.


    Clothing:
    He wears standard NCR ranger armour, some dog tags with his name etched in and a backpack. Across his NCR armour written in white paint is 'Fucker' which he put on personally.
     
  3. davkerrith

    davkerrith First time out of the vault

    Jan 2, 2014
    Name: (Former Senior Scribe) Martin of the Den

    Alias: The Atomic Bard

    Age: 35

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human

    Gear/Inventory:

    -Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun

    -.38 Revolver

    -Ripper (Modified for cutting through metal)

    -Pip-Boy Mark II (Sound Currently Disabled; the song Crawl Out, Through The Fallout is on a permanently loop until new parts can be found to replace a modulator.)

    -FIL-IP (Phillip) (Floating Independent Logistics and Intelligence Probe) An eyebot

    -Small stockpile of ammunition and spare parts organized in a external frame hiking backpack.

    - Atomic Guitar Synthesizer- Self powered guitar replacement with built in speakers and storage.


    History:

    Born in the New California Republic into the Western Brotherhood of Steel, Martin has grown up under the care of the Brotherhood’s principles and guidance the majority of his life. The rigid lifestyle always grated a little at him as he grew up, but with all the opportunities to provided to him. As an apprentice, he studied hard to prove himself, but when left to his own devices, he tended to spend his time with machines. He also took up a love of music, and spent a great deal of time working on radios and fixing up a handful of musical instruments with his free time.


    When it came time for him to be directed towards an occupation he found himself joining the Brotherhood Scribes. As part of his acceptance he had since begun to catalog and maintain incoming radio signals, specifically for the cataloging of music and news. His archive has since been copied and provided to other bunkers and spread throughout the Western Brotherhood. This became known as Brotherhood Historical Catalog of American Music, but informally the Atomic Scribe Tapes. It was through these “tapes” that he gained the nickname Atomic Scribe. His tapes spread across the wastelands of the former United States even gaining notice as far as the DC Wasteland and the Eastern Brotherhood of Steel.


    The main archive was eventually established at the Den Outpost, and he was promoted to Senior Scribe in charge of the archives. From there he established the first Brotherhood of Steel Radio Station. This worked as a general broadcast station providing coded signals that could be decoded by the Brotherhood as a way of sending out orders without direct signals, thereby preventing their enemies from triangulating the position of patrols. Its secondary bonus was that it gave the Atomic Scribe a chance to spread his love of music across New California.


    With growing discourse taking place between separate organizations of the BoS taking place, forming the Eastern, Western, and Midwestern Brotherhoods of Steel, it became necessary for communications between elders to be more consistent with backups in place. With his extended knowledge of radio signals and the electronics necessary to project and receive the signals he was placed in charge of Project Airwaves, their answer to the issue of the decreasing number of communication satellites in orbit.


    They set out with the intention to cross the wastes to establish a radio communication relay network. Thirty men and small airship were dispatched to repair and when necessary to rebuild relay positions with backups to get signals across the wastes without satellite assistance. Starting out in his early twenties, he aged as his thirty men dwindled to fifteen after ten years of work. The network was complete. However, discourse between returning home or staying with the East Coast Brotherhood split the remaining members apart. The airship had long since been scrapped into parts and no acceptable way had yet to be established for quick transportation from coast to coast.


    Not wishing to stay, missing his former post, especially with ten years of gathering of radio signals and music all across the coasts, but also not wishing to march across the continent on his own, he instead decided to keep his current mission until an alternative method to return home could be secured. Since then he has independently contracted hundreds of wastelanders and towns into the construction of a network of radio stations all along the east coast until he has made his way down into Florida looking to continue his work.
     
  4. CluelessRanger233

    CluelessRanger233 First time out of the vault

    Jun 21, 2016
    Name: Senior Scribe Richter

    Alias: Richter Frie

    Age: 58

    Gender: Male

    Race: Human

    Gear/Inventory:

    - Standard laser rifle modded to be more powerful.

    - 44. revolver

    - Backpack full of tools and scrap bits

    - PI-B Personal Intelligence Bot, a eyebot modified to take note of areas, people, technology and anything it can to document and then remind Richter about stuff he'll most likely forget, he calls it PIB

    - Random bits of ammo.

    - A pip boy, he found it on a dead vault dweller when he was younger and modified it so he can store data and when a patrol mission on his behalf goes out he can track their location using small chips they carry on their armour.

    - A combat knife and some grenades.

    Clothing: He wears BoS uniform underneath heavy BoS combat armour, he wears a scribe mask with a custom made gas mask covering up his hole face. Sometimes he'll wear some power armour but thats rare.


    History: Richter from a young age being brought up by the BoS wasn't really good at fighting he couldn't get to terms with why he had to fight, he could fight fist to fist but not with weapons he couldn't get his grips on how to use them, but he could tinker and modify weapons and power armour and nearly anything.

    When he was old enough instead of being a foot soldier they just made him a scribe but instead of doing what he wanted which was making things like small robots using bits of protectorons, all he had to do was go around and weld fences and make sure that reactors didn't break down.

    Skip ahead a few years to the commonwealth, by this time he wasn't really sure what the brotherhoods main goal was and most of the time he was on the prydwen he would argue with elder maxon, so he built a base near by so he didn't have to speak to him or see him on a daily basis. Then he found a radio signal from some people who seemed in danger so as fast as he could he ran over but he wasn't fast enough he got there to save one robot, much to PIB's disappointment but when he got the robot workbench schematics he killed the robot and set up shop in his base, he then provided the brother hood with armies of assaultrons, protections, sentries and mr. handy's and anything he could.
     
  5. Allen Drake

    Allen Drake First time out of the vault

    Dec 13, 2016
    *Note* - This is my first ever post on these forums and hope I do well!

    Name - Allen Drake
    Age - Mid 20's
    Gender - Male
    Race - Human
    Eyes - Brown
    Hair - Neck-length dark brown/black
    Height - 6'0"
    Race - Caucasian/Native American
    Weight - 149 Pounds

    Physical Appearance - Allen has tanned golden skin, with broad shoulders and long, strong legs. Allen looks like he is of Native American decent, but the Caucasian decent is evident. He is strikingly handsome, but has a twitch by his mouth that makes him look, well, weird. A few scars mark his body, most evidently a large scar along his left leg and a series of scars on his arms. All of the scars are from what appears to be blades, but one on his chest looks to be where a bullet hit him.

    Personality - Allen is a very proud, noble man. He has a strong sense of justice. He seems quite cold at first, and he is. He is always wary of outsiders and is slow to trust even the most trustworthy of people. Once he does decide to trust you however, he is the friendliest and most caring friend you could ask for. He is intelligent, but has slim knowledge of how to act and behave in most social situations, leading to his cold and uncaring appearance.

    Past - Allen was born into Caesar's Legion and trained to be a legionary since birth. Early on it was discovered that he was very fast and could run over very, very long distances, leading to him becoming a frumentarii. Allen was present at the first battle of Hoover Dam, leading a small team of scouts to a nearby ridge to counter-snipe NCR Rangers. Allen failed at this, contributing to the Legion's loss. After the battle, Allen was forced to kill his best friend during the Decimation, ordered by Caesar himself. Within a week later Allen had fled, first west and then north. He knew that he couldn't stay anywhere long as the Legion was going to be hunting him, so he headed east, past Caesar's territory, hoping to be on the complete opposite side of the NCR/Legion conflict. He soon found his way to the Midwest, and decided that that was where he would stay. He found a settlement settled by a small creek and stayed, becoming the resident hunter. When raiders started attacking the town, Allen led that defense using tactics he learned from his time in the Legion. After a few years, Allen was attacked by an assassin sent by the Legion. The assassin had helped the raiders into the settlement in exchange for their service to Caesar, and the town was burned to the ground. Allen fled, and vowed never to settle down anywhere and endangering the lives of innocents. He found his way east and soon started doing contracts for small settlements in exchange for a few days food and shelter. He came at odds against the Brotherhood of Steel at one point, but for the most part stayed away from large military presences such as theirs, being forced to relive the memories of what happened the last time he was in any sort of military.

    Equipment - Allen wears an a trench coat with light Legion-style armor underneath. He also wears a Legion-style face mask. Allen uses an old hunting rifle equipped with a high power scope, a machete, and a 9mm pistol. He also carries a pair of binoculars on him to scout out areas before travelling. Allen relies on Legion medical techniques, and fashions his own healing powder instead of using stimpaks and other medical supplies.

    Other Items - Allen collects and uses pre-war money instead of caps, realizing that it is generally more valuable than caps. He carries around $300-$350 at a time. He also carries water and some matches.

    Attributes - Allen is very quick and can run long distances as a result of his time in the Legion, allowing him to cover a lot of ground in little time. He has better eyesight than most, and has a higher intelligence than a lot of people, making him an excellent strategist and scout. Allen has less upper body strength than most, spending more time on his lower body and core.
     
  6. Mutant Screg

    Mutant Screg Totally not a mutant

    Jun 27, 2015
    I like it! If you'd like, you should try writing this character into a bit of fan fiction, if that's your thing.
     
  7. MurderTheMountains

    MurderTheMountains First time out of the vault

    May 3, 2017
    Name/nickname: Clubber Lang, "Dead Motor"
    Age, height, weight: 42, 5'8, about 213 pounds of muscle and body fat.

    Identifying features and back grounds: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Clubber Lang is a piece of shit with few redeeming qualities and a fierce addiction to psycho and buffout; he is known as a hothead and often roid rages. He is shorter than most able fighters out in the wastes but his rough upbringing has granted him a level of physical fitness and understanding of the sweet science of pugilism.

    He never knew his father and his mother would never talk about him when he asked. His mom worked hard every day until she died to raise him and keep him in line but despite her best efforts some people are just born ass holes. He always did take his mothers care for granted, he grew using small animals for target practice and picking fights with the other children around him. He never had a positive male role model in his life and developed a smoking habit at a young age. Constant fights with his mom drove him to pack his shit and leave home.

    Without a father figure, he never learned to talk to women and never had much luck upholding any relationship. He was turned cold against women and got involved with the wrong people. It's one thing to get involved with a drug dealer but when you're dealing with the people who cook the damn stuff and move it into NCR territory you're in a bad situation. He had made a reputation robbing and stealing from NCR citizens but he only realized how dangerous it all was when he spotted men in uniform staking out the motel they'd been set up in.

    It wasn't too long before they raided the place, killing those who met them with resistance. Clubber had been much skinnier at the time and was able to stay hidden in the bathroom cabinet with his .40 ptressed up against the door. He was clumsy and knocked into a piece of plumbing under the bathroom sink, alerting a nearby NCR. He saw the troopers shadow fall over the cabinet door and knew he had to act or be taken into custody, or worse: die. He fired with little hesitation through the neck of the NCR. Killing came easy to him and as an athiest he had no reason to feel guilty. The others caught off guard and deafened by the loud shots going off in doors, he quickly took the dying man's carbine clearing out dumbfounded NCR troopers and their battle buddies. He'd taken a bullet and rushed off into the bedroom, quickly field dressing his wounds without ever letting his guard down. It was quiet in the other room. He reloaded his pistol, barking threats through the door. Only silence in the other room. He eventually gathered his wits and with his pistol level, he hesitantly pulled open the door to see everyone in the room dead.

    In a nervous state, he hastily ransacked what was left of the room and took all the caps he could carry. He bagged several ounces of psycho, fitted it into his coat pockets and left the room. He left the state and gave up any hope of making it as a drug dealer. You know you're a shitty salesman when you can't sell heroin to a junkie. Moving from town to town doing mercenary work and completing odd jobs, he spent most of his caps on blacking out, falling down, and lots and lots of prostitutes. He contracted unidentified STDs and he's very pissed off.

    His rough life style has caught up to him in his middle ages, older than he was from a long history of hard drugs and backbreaking dangerous labor. What he lacks in stamina, charisma, and technique he more than makes up for with his brute strength and terrifying presence.

    He wears an asymmetrical leather police jacket and blue jeans. His worn and cleated combat boots decorated with blood and dust. He has a Taurus Judge at the holster on his hip which dangled from the police jacket at his side. His bandolier loaded full of 5.56 caliber bullets, another Smith & Wesson Governor in a holster on his rig. He had a shotgun belt buckled to his thigh and another strapped at the bicep around the thin steel plate armor he wore over his jacket to protect his arms. He has a sawn off double barreled shotgun in a long holster behind him, Evil Dead style. He has an M4 carbine with colt parts and a 14 inch military grade barrel for sweeping rooms usually left behind in his van.

    His face was rough complected and most of the teeth in his head were chipped, cracked, and falling out. His eyes glisten menacingly behind a skull bandana around his face, he also wears a woodland camoflauged combat helmet with 'Nam style graffiti plastered on the side.

    With low level schizophrenia, habitual use of 'performance enhancing drugs', muscle mass, and success as a hired gun Clubber Lang has proven a force to be reckoned with.
     
    Last edited: May 8, 2017