NAME
------- GOES BY BEETLE; BIRTHNAME UNKNOWN
NICKNAMES/ALIASES
------- NONE CURRENTLY KNOWN
ORIGIN
------- HUMAN [WASTELANDER]
AGE
------- 23-24 YEARS
APPEARANCE
Average in overall stature, Beetle stands at 5 feet 5 inches (technically a little shorter, since they're near constantly slouching) and weighs around 114 pounds, their body more leg than torso. They're wiry and lithe in build, perfect for sneaking about and outrunning dangers, but not so great for hauling things around as their job dictates.
FACTION
------- CHILDREN OF THE FEN [FORMERLY]
Born and raised in the swamp. Beetle was supposed to be a Micco priestess, a life that was chosen for them by their parents as soon as they were born, but it didn't work out that way. The diet of only Tartary seeds was no obstacle for them, the true challenge was rearing a plant. A stupid, insignificant little flower. When their's withered due to inattentiveness, they were cast out like the other failures and made to harvest the same plants that, at the time, had ruined their life.
Thankfully they honed their sneak skills and managed to escape their future of servitude. Nowadays they have no intention of returning to their homeland and typically have nothing nice to say about it, either.
------- TRAVELING JOE [CURRENT]
(.....)
CHARACTER AUDIT
A traveling merchant that scavenges the Wasteland for items to sell. Fitting with their origin, Beetle is widely considered to be an odd character by anyone who crosses their path. They typically have a muted expression, flat voice, and a very forthright way of speaking, a trait that makes many people think of them as rude and insensitive. They're not much of a talker, keeping things short and straight to the point -- unless you manage to bring up a subject they're invested in, like tech and weapon modding, then they're happy to dump all the information they know onto you.
Given their line of work, they don't stay in one place for long and, despite what others may think, they do actually have a routine and schedule that they like to stick to. Any small changes or interruptions tend to frustrate them, while bigger ones can lead to stronger emotions and, eventually, a meltdown.
They have psychic abilities, much like the other Children of the Fen, but the strength of said abilities is very weak, especially after they were cast out and cut off from consuming Tartary seeds. (...)
S.P.E.C.I.A.L STATS
STRENGTH: 3
PERCEPTION: 4
ENDURANCE: 6
CHARISMA: 2 (-1 for addiction)
INTELLIGENCE: 5
AGILITY: 6
LUCK: 3
*** 29 POINTS TOTAL
CAPS
------- VARIES DUE TO THEIR WORK; CURRENTLY HOLDING 334
INVENTORY
------- WEAPONS: (....)
------- ARMOR/CLOTHING: Leather armor pieces on right and left arm + right and left leg, metal helmet and goggles. Wears a cropped tank top and green cargo pants, plus a heavy-duty belt and pair of leather boots that have seen better days.
------- MISC: Carries a variety of things to sell in a large backpack they carry. They offer ammunition of different kinds, a few weapons, the occasional piece of armor (if they're lucky enough to come across some), and random 'junk' items they find that any resourceful survivor could potentially make use of. Their pride and joy, though, is their collection of crafting components, which they always seem to have high supply of.
Other things in their pockets include stimpacks (x10), rad-x (x2), rad-away (x3), bottles of dirty water (x5), a bottle of rum and a half bottle of whiskey, and a single stealth-boy they've been saving for an emergency. They always have at least one tin of orange mentats.
FIGHTING STYLE
Prefers to avoid fighting whenever possible by using stealth, but if not, then they prefer to get up close and personal. They typically wield blades like daggers or machetes. Traps are also a favorite of theirs, usually when they're going up against opponents they can't get within range of (ie. ones with guns).
