Fallout Lonestar OOC & Lore
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He's a guest, they will only if he wants to become part of the rangers, if he only volunteers though, he'll be like a hired merc, he'll be pad for his help and services.
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Himilo
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Am I the only one who cannot see your picture anymore?Name: Deckard King
Age: 31
Species: Human
Appearance
Faction:Unaffiliated with any faction but his family.
S: 9
P: 9
E: 5
C: 6
I: 10
A: 10
L: 4
Job: Courier
Tagged Skills: Small Guns, Sneak, Repair, Medicine, Survival
Weapons: A DKS-501 Sniper rifle custom modified to chamber .308 and .308 AP rounds. Deckard also carries a pistol that fires .223, his only other weapon is an M37 Ithaca.
Armor: Wears the body armor found in the Pre-War gear used with the NCR's elite ranger gear, a poly ceramic material that absorbs quite a bit of ballistic damage.
Karma: Very Good
Biography: "Yes sir, I am indeed a courier, not one affiliated with any particular service, I'm Courier Twenty-One, and while I have walked many long roads, been many places, out west to the lands of the North California Republic, to Zion, to east of the Colorado River, and beyond, and while I can handle myself, don't mistake me for being as capable as the one called The Courier, no one can lay claim to being as legendary as that one..."
Deckard was born to a family that has lived out on a homestead to the North of New Vegas, territories out in Utah, close to New Canaan and the more peaceful tribes. Originally his family had lived in the New California Republic, but the predatory business practices of the cattle barons encouraged them to live somewhere they could live in relative peace.
The Kings were large and prosperous enough that they were able to afford to set off as pioneers, to form a family away from NCR and build up their own life. Carrying with them the supplies they needed to build a farm and home out in the relatively untamed wilderness of old Utah.
Over the years they built up a good business, trading for what they needed with the New Caananites and forging relations with the peaceful tribes in the area to make it easier to form caravans to move out to New Vegas, and from there to NCR held lands.
This lifestyle is what shaped Deckard, growing up he learned to be a hardworker tending to the crops, the livestock, as well as fending off would be predators, or the hostilities of tribes like the 80's, there was no need to worry about the White Legs, an individual known as 'The Courier' had helped Joshua Graham drive them off, and they were shortly consumed by other tribes.
The Sorrows and Dead Horses were fairly good neighbors, not given to causing trouble unless given a reason, and the Kings avoided giving them one, keeping to their lands, not that the tribals were overly eager for conflict, neither tribe being overly warlike but also being aware that the King's weren't small, and were well armed.
Eventually Deckard once old enough went on with the caravans the Kings would send out, carrying produce and beef from their brahmin herds. They grew enough to produce not only enough to feed themselves, but to sell surplus to New Canaan, tribals, New Vegas, and even to people in NCR lands.
They avoided the dangers of inbreeding by mingling with tribals, and folks from New Canaan, and in truth the King's were technically a tribe themselves. Their business expanded eventually from not only produce and livestock, but in prospecting and...as Deckard took up himself, courier work.
Having shown himself to be intelligent, and a good shot, he took up doing work as a Courier, carrying packages and mail for folks, often alone, it was here that he truly began to grow into an individual, both in personality and skill, and began to see the Wasteland in detail.
Courier work has been his bread and butter for over ten years now, the work providing extra caps for his family, but also keeping them informed of events out abroad in the wide world, and giving them a feel for the market as well...
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Himilo
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Meaning? (I honestly just took the notes from the first page of this ooc)
Also your character asked is there were any scary places, uuhhh Teddy already had answered that lol
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True Name: Alexander Tremblay.
Alias: Several.
Age: 29
Species: Human
Appearance:
He wears a suit with a vest, suit jacket and almost always a duster. He wears glasses with tiny mirrors to look behind him and rarely carries anything outside of his pockets. He carries an underarm holster and other assorted items on hidden holsters or in his pockets. He has very few scars but the ones he has are gruesome looking which adorn his back and chest.He often pulls out a flask and takes a swig.
(Credit To Honyeater on Deviantart)
Faction: Texas Rangers
S: 5
P: 10
E: 5
C: 10
I: 6
A: 6
L: 10
Job: Agent, Wetwork specialist, Cleanup specialist
Tagged Skills:
Locksmith: 3 (Fallout 4)
Party Boy: 3 (Fallout 4)
Hacker: 3 (Fallout 4)
Ninja: 3 (Fallout 4)
Weapons:
Colt M1911 silenced
Super-heated Combat Knife
Armor:
Under clothing vest
Pre-war Suit
Duster
Assorted Holsters and gear
Friends: None
Bio: He spent his childhood and early teens breaking into objects and places he should not have been. After some time, he caught the eyes of the Texas Rangers and was offered a choice, being labeled a criminal or join up. He chose to join up and during training, he would excel in hand to hand but suffer greatly at anything beyond 100 yards. He had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong with his current commander and one night he chose to investigate. He entered his office and found out that he had been a slaver and was giving out info to slaver bands when and where to grab people for immediate pay. He immediately brought this up but faced treason for breaking and entering and officer quarters. He was soon spared by a higher commander and "Kicked Out" but he proceeds to do work for the higher up commanders when subtly is a requirement and no-one can be linked back to the Rangers. He has often been tasked with taking out targets that causes great harm but the Texas Rangers can't directly touch, entering into bands of raiders/slavers or legion and taking them out or other not necessarily legal actions.
Karma: Good
Other: He often stays silent unless he is talking about his job. He specializes in jobs that the Texas Rangers would not approve of and takes care of the more Dirty side of the organization as well as participating in parts where an undercover unit is needed. He wishes at times he was part of the more noticeable units but realizes his job is just as important. He tends to drink a lot more than he should. He tends to sing a lot and pick fights more often than he should.
(This will be fun, haven't had a decent secret agent for a long time.)
Alias: Several.
Age: 29
Species: Human
Appearance:
He wears a suit with a vest, suit jacket and almost always a duster. He wears glasses with tiny mirrors to look behind him and rarely carries anything outside of his pockets. He carries an underarm holster and other assorted items on hidden holsters or in his pockets. He has very few scars but the ones he has are gruesome looking which adorn his back and chest.He often pulls out a flask and takes a swig.
(Credit To Honyeater on Deviantart)
Faction: Texas Rangers
S: 5
P: 10
E: 5
C: 10
I: 6
A: 6
L: 10
Job: Agent, Wetwork specialist, Cleanup specialist
Tagged Skills:
Locksmith: 3 (Fallout 4)
Party Boy: 3 (Fallout 4)
Hacker: 3 (Fallout 4)
Ninja: 3 (Fallout 4)
Weapons:
Colt M1911 silenced
Super-heated Combat Knife
Armor:
Under clothing vest
Pre-war Suit
Duster
Assorted Holsters and gear
Friends: None
Bio: He spent his childhood and early teens breaking into objects and places he should not have been. After some time, he caught the eyes of the Texas Rangers and was offered a choice, being labeled a criminal or join up. He chose to join up and during training, he would excel in hand to hand but suffer greatly at anything beyond 100 yards. He had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong with his current commander and one night he chose to investigate. He entered his office and found out that he had been a slaver and was giving out info to slaver bands when and where to grab people for immediate pay. He immediately brought this up but faced treason for breaking and entering and officer quarters. He was soon spared by a higher commander and "Kicked Out" but he proceeds to do work for the higher up commanders when subtly is a requirement and no-one can be linked back to the Rangers. He has often been tasked with taking out targets that causes great harm but the Texas Rangers can't directly touch, entering into bands of raiders/slavers or legion and taking them out or other not necessarily legal actions.
Karma: Good
Other: He often stays silent unless he is talking about his job. He specializes in jobs that the Texas Rangers would not approve of and takes care of the more Dirty side of the organization as well as participating in parts where an undercover unit is needed. He wishes at times he was part of the more noticeable units but realizes his job is just as important. He tends to drink a lot more than he should. He tends to sing a lot and pick fights more often than he should.
(This will be fun, haven't had a decent secret agent for a long time.)
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Himilo
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Oooooh that's what you meant okay I'll post later when I have better connection.
And I think this is taken many, many years in the future. So I believe he's dead
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Name: Rorric "Roar"
Age: 31
Species: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Wolf Pack Industries
S: 7
P: 8
E: 6
C: 10
I: 10
A: 10
L: 2
Job: Assassin
Tagged Skills:
Negotiator FO2
Covert Ops FO3
Ninja Rank 3 FO4
Sneak Rank 5 FO4
Big Leagues Rank 5 FO4
Weapons:
Disciple Blade (aka Short-n-Silent)
Blood-Coated Assaultron Blade (aka Red Rocket)
10mm Pistol
Silenced Sniper Rifle
Armor: Typical W.P.I. Armor or Tuxedo with Glasses.
Friends: "HAHA"
Bio: Rorric was born as a bastard to the "Raider Queen" of the irradiated wastelands of South Dakota . His mother ran a decent raider gang with his father being a lucky grunt who got her drunk enough to breed with him. Although most thought she should terminate the fetus, she thought it would be fun to have a child. One year into Rorric's life however she decided Rorric was too much to handle. At the first sign of slavers, Rorric was traded away.
For the first several years of his life the boy was at the mercy of a cruel, old man whom disliked the appearance of frowns. If he caught someone frowning, he would carve a smile into their face. Because of this, Rorric learned to hide his real emotions and put up facades. This also allowed his hatred to grow - each new smile was a tick on the metaphysical doomsday clock.
The only saving grace of this horrible man was length he went to in order to educate his slaves. Not very educated but enough for them to aid his scientific work; reverse-engineering missiles found in military instillation. Through his work mercenaries such as the Wolf Pack were stocked with a number of rockets and explosives.
At the age of fourteen Rorric had been beaten by the slaver too many times. The boy plotted the man's death for weeks before executing his plan in the dead of night. Using a rusty knife Rorric slit his throat before running away. And although the wasteland is a dangerous place the slave boy managed to escape, but only for a while. He was found by a small group of Wolf Pack mercs. The leader of this team took Rorric has his personal slave. Yet this time he was treated much better by this particular merc. While still seen as less than a Wolf Pack member, he was still a human.
After several years of being in their service as a slave, Rorric requested he join their ranks. A series of trials would follow to prove his worth and his loyalty. Passing all of them, though struggling with some. Since that day he has taken mostly assassination hits and infiltration.
Karma: Bad
Other: N/A
Age: 31
Species: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Wolf Pack Industries
S: 7
P: 8
E: 6
C: 10
I: 10
A: 10
L: 2
Job: Assassin
Tagged Skills:
Negotiator FO2
Covert Ops FO3
Ninja Rank 3 FO4
Sneak Rank 5 FO4
Big Leagues Rank 5 FO4
Weapons:
Disciple Blade (aka Short-n-Silent)
Blood-Coated Assaultron Blade (aka Red Rocket)
10mm Pistol
Silenced Sniper Rifle
Armor: Typical W.P.I. Armor or Tuxedo with Glasses.
Friends: "HAHA"
Bio: Rorric was born as a bastard to the "Raider Queen" of the irradiated wastelands of South Dakota . His mother ran a decent raider gang with his father being a lucky grunt who got her drunk enough to breed with him. Although most thought she should terminate the fetus, she thought it would be fun to have a child. One year into Rorric's life however she decided Rorric was too much to handle. At the first sign of slavers, Rorric was traded away.
For the first several years of his life the boy was at the mercy of a cruel, old man whom disliked the appearance of frowns. If he caught someone frowning, he would carve a smile into their face. Because of this, Rorric learned to hide his real emotions and put up facades. This also allowed his hatred to grow - each new smile was a tick on the metaphysical doomsday clock.
The only saving grace of this horrible man was length he went to in order to educate his slaves. Not very educated but enough for them to aid his scientific work; reverse-engineering missiles found in military instillation. Through his work mercenaries such as the Wolf Pack were stocked with a number of rockets and explosives.
At the age of fourteen Rorric had been beaten by the slaver too many times. The boy plotted the man's death for weeks before executing his plan in the dead of night. Using a rusty knife Rorric slit his throat before running away. And although the wasteland is a dangerous place the slave boy managed to escape, but only for a while. He was found by a small group of Wolf Pack mercs. The leader of this team took Rorric has his personal slave. Yet this time he was treated much better by this particular merc. While still seen as less than a Wolf Pack member, he was still a human.
After several years of being in their service as a slave, Rorric requested he join their ranks. A series of trials would follow to prove his worth and his loyalty. Passing all of them, though struggling with some. Since that day he has taken mostly assassination hits and infiltration.
Karma: Bad
Other: N/A
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