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Name: Guy Waarshak

Age: 49

Gender: Male

Race: Irsh (White)

Faction and Rank: NCR Number 2 (Lt General)

Skills and Talents: He is great at speeches, he uses this skill to inspire is soldiers, and to convince the enemy to surrender. Although he is a general as well as growing up around large fire arms, hes lost much of his skill with them, so he uses side arms as a weapon. He also has an uncanny tactical prowess and leadership. He can win a battle while outnumbered, out gunned, and out supplied, as long as his soldiers stand fast.

General Appearance: 6'4, 206 pounds. He is thin, and is looks like he isn't that heavy. He doesn't have much muscle, and would looks like someone who couldn't decide if he should go to the gym, or the dunkin donuts, so he does both (last part was to help visualize, he doesn't do either). He has brown hair and brown eyes, and likes his hair straight.

Clothing/Armour: He wears a generals uniform when off duty. Wears a jeans and a tee shirt when off duty, which rarely happens.

Weapons: Uses an Colt .45 in any combat situation. If his .45 is not available, he'll use a combat knife.

Personality: He is quite unless he has something to say. Is normally calm, but can get very angry. When he gets angry, gets very violent and impatient.

Biography/History: Was born in the North. He lived there of several years until his father died in a tribal war. He and his two brothers and mom moved south to a small homestead outside San Francisco. He then found a Military museum/Library. Although he couldn't read, he looked at the pictures of men fighting, and dieing. He found many pictures of great people, he didn't know it at the time but those people where generals of the past wars; General Chase, Patton, Rommel, Zhukov, Lee, Meade, Jackson, Sherman, Napoleon, Duke of Wellington, Washington, Ivan the Terrible, Sun Tzu, Constantine, Axlander The Great, Ceaser, and Hannible.

His mother knew how to read very little, so she knew its English. By then they heard rummers of a city, known as 'The Hub'. Guy and his brother Ben where tasked to go to this city. After walking for three hours they featured into the outskirts of the Hub. They where amazed by how civiazation rebuilt as they only thought it had happened in the North. They ventured into the city, Guy found a building that looked like the Military Museum. He ventured in, a women said hello, but he ignored her as saw the things that looked like all the books he had at his home. That is where he learned where to read and write. He was taught by the owner of the library. It took him several months but he did it. Durning that time his mother and younger brother died defending thy're homestead.

It was a small gang that killed them and Guy swore revenge on them. Later in the year Several NCR squads came by looking for that gang. As Guy and his brother and wanted revenge, they had followed and scouted the area around the gang. Guy said he would help the NCR while his brother stayed behind. Guy lead the NCR squads to ideal positions to attack. He a;so informed the sergeant leading of the best way to attack. The sergeant, agreed to the ideas and went with that as the plan. During the battle the sergeant was hit and his men looked up to Guy for a leader. Guy then rallied the troops to attack them while giving instructions to the designated marksmen. The battle soon turned around and the NCR won. The sergeant survived and suggested to Guy to sign up as an officer. Guy did, and his brother followed in his footsteps. After several small conflicts against various enemy's, he eventually found himself as a general, second only to Oliver. That was eleventh year in the NCR. It is now his twelfth year.
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Name: Sevaria Paxton

Age:23

Gender:Female

Race: Human

Faction and Rank: The White Glove Society, Honorary Member

Skills and Talents: Inflitration, Escape Artist, Minor Combat Training

General Appearance: Short brown hair tied into a ponytail, blue eyes, a white scar slashed across her waist, white skin, average height.

Apparel: Tends to wear formal clothing unless on a mission for the Society. If that is the case, she tends to wear whatever suits the role best.

Weapons: A sharp razor, whatever she can get her hands on at the time.

Personality: Tends to be quiet around people, feeling out of place. Her personality revolves around who she is inflitrating at the time. It varies to the point where she isn't even sure if she has her own character when she isn't at work.

Bio: At the age of sixteen, Sevaria Paxton grew tired of living in the town of Novac off playing games of Caravan with random travellers. She gathered all of her cards and tagged along with a small band of NCR soldiers to Freeside. Upon arrival, Sevaria immediatly went to work in carving out a new future for herself. She challenged the locals to games of Caravan and easily raised enough money to enter The Strip.

Upon arrival, Sevaria found herself attracted to the Lucky 38. Every day, when she wasn't winning money off of NCR soldiers, she would stand outside the tower looking up to its windows with interest and wondering what could possibly be on the inside. Eventually, she gained a reputation of being a mind reader, thanks to her knack of being able to convince people for discounts and beat just about anyone at Caravan.

The White Glove Society took notice and saw a oppurtunity. They made her a offer that in return for working as a collector of information, she would be granted her own room within their domain. She took it proudly, and for the past few years has lived a luxurious life. Most people on the streets of The Strip refer to her as "The Phantom of the Opera", a title she takes with pride. [/ spoiler ]

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Name:Richard Greeves

Age:29

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction and Rank: NCR, Veteran Ranger

Skills and Talents: Guns, Hand to Hand Combat, Melee, Survival.

Appearance: Short-Trimmed Black Hair. Brown eyes. Usually covered in grime. Muscular, scarred, cut up.

Apparel: Veteran Ranger Uniform, a gray t-shirt and brown pants when off duty.

Weapons: 9MM Silver Revolver, Assault Rifle, Combat Knife, anything he can get his hands on.

Personality: Discplined, always ready to make a friend, loyal to his cause.

Bio: Richard has always been raised to follow the teachings of the New California Republic. At the age of 11, little did he know that his father was already preparing him for a life of service to the NCR as a soldier, taking the child hunting, running, climbing, and of course camping.

When he turned 18, Richard joined the NCR. Throughout the years, he proved to be a very valuable soldier, however it was not until the battle for HELIOS ONE that the NCR recognised him for his talents. He was promoted to the rank of Veteran Ranger and placed in a special task force. Now that the threat of the Legion looms over the Mojave, many Veteran's such as Richard have been given the order to prepare.

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Name: Axe

Age:58

Gender:Male

Race:Super Mutant, Shadowkin

Faction and Rank: Independent

Skills: Melee weapons, Hunting, Stealth (as best as a mutant can be anyways), Speechcraft

Appearance: Purple skin, red eyes, a muscular body that bears many scars.

Apparel: A gray cloak over broken scraps of power armor and car parts that he wears loosely on his body. Pauldrons made of Brahmin Skulls hold the cloak down.

Weapons: Axe built from car parts.

Personality: Quiet, Scornful to most people, Paranoid.

Bio: Axe was given his name for the weapon he had built himself. He never blended in well with the rest of his race, frowning upon the mindless violence that they seemed to attract. Forcing himself into exile, Axe has roamed the Mojave nearly all of his life. The Super Mutant holds no trust for anyone, and for good reason as the scars on his body show.

He befriended a member of the Followers of the Apocalypse at one point in his life. That friend taught him to read, a skill that Axe took great pride in being one of few amongst his race in having. He currently spends his days roaming around the Wasteland, looking for books to read and observing the events occuring between the various factions.

Perhaps if one were to gain this Mutant's trust, they would find themselves in the company of a very strong ally. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: Cato Sars

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: Caesars Legion, Centurion

Skills and Talents: Close range combat, survival, and deception.

General Appearance: Cato is a pale man, standing at six feet tall. His white hair is trimmed down to a buzz-style cut, and his eyes glow a bright green. His face is small and compact. He is somewhat muscular, but his appearance usually marks him as a "ghost" by the NCR soldiers.

Clothing/Armour: Centurion Armor. When not in combat he wears simple robes.

Weapons: Machete Gladius, and Marksman Carbine

Personality: A hard natured man, Cato is no human to mess with. His ferocity in battle has earned him respect among fellow legionnaires, and even Caesar himself. During battle he orders his men ruthlessly yet effectively, making sure they get the job done. Off-duty he is a respectful and respected man.

Biography/History: Cato was captured as a young boy by the Legion. They trained him ruthlessly, teaching him everything he needed to know about combat and war. He learned quickly, and the Legion saw the boy as a warrior within their ranks. They continued training him, and at age 18 they took him in to a specialist class instead of enlisting him in to the military.

He was trained as a praetorian gaurd, but the man was too impatient for the simple job. He wanted action, and so the Legion gave him action. In the following years Cato took part in many dangerous excercises within the Legion, including bringing down an NCR ranger outpost with only two allies to assist him. At 30, the Legion offered him the rank of Decanus. He graciously accepted, and a measly two years later they promoted him to Centurion. He was a true battle hardened warrior. He now awaits at the Legate's camp. Hoping the assault on the dam will occur soon.
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Name: Nathan Drake
Age: 35

Appearance: Nathan stands at 5”11; he has an athletic build and perfectly tanned skin. His eyes are a light blue color and his hair is a light brown color and is unkempt. Nathan has several small scars on both of his arms and a large scar across his chest from a battle with a Legionary.
Clothing/Armor: Nathan usually travels in light clothing made of Brahmin skin; over his clothes is a combination of different armour’s. Nathan wears the riot armor that is given to veteran rangers and a centurion cape died black. Nathan also uses the leg armor from a set of Combat armor.

Weapons: Nathan uses an Assault Carbine a .44 magnum and a combat knife for all things combat.

Bio: Nathan was born into a tribe that was conquered by Caesars Legion; Nathan grew up in the Legion and had no memory of his tribe growing up. Life in the Legion morphed Nathan into a ferocious yet smart warrior, because of his smarts Nathan was put into a secret Frumentarii mission that would plant several young Legionaries in the NCR military, a mission where Nathan would be nothing more than a spy and a saboteur. A few months into the mission Nathan joined the NCR military and became a Private. He showed tremendous skill and courage in the field and was rewarded with several promotions. By age 24 Nathan had made it to the rank of Ranger, Nathans was put into a squad of rangers that was dedicated to eliminating raiders and hostile wasteland critters. Nathan served in the squad for years and in 2277 he was made into a Veteran Ranger, later in the year Caesars Legion invaded and Nathan went on a NCR killing spree, he killed his entire squad and three squads of NCR troopers, after leaving no witnesses of this slaughter Nathan deserted from the NCR and traveled to the Mojave.

When Nathan arrived he didn’t know what to do, he had come all this way with the thought of joining up with the Legion once again but he didn’t know if he wanted to do that now. Nathan didn’t want to be a weapon of destruction for some person; he didn’t want to be ruled over. Nathan wanted to be his own boss and he decided to desert from the Legion, Nathan realized that he would now be wanted dead by both NCR and Legion for deserting but it was worth it. Nathan decided to become an independent mercenary and assassin, work was rare at start but with each successful contract more and more people started to talk, by 2280 Nathan had completed over 500 contracts, never failing one. Because of his popularity and his hogging of business several other mercenaries and assassins started to come after Nathan, but he always managed to escape with his life. Not wanting to be constantly pestered by his “fellow co-workers” Nathan retired and bought a permanent room in the Lucky 38 with the massive fortune he had acquired. Nathan has been living the good life for the last two years but with the Legion actually being a threat for the NCR and the Mojave itself Nathan is getting ready for war once again. He wants to be independent which means the Mojave is going to have to be independent, Nathan’s fought for both sides of this war and he wants neither of them to come out on top.

Personality: Nathan has little regard for human life, he’s seen the worst and the best and he doesn’t like either way. Because Nathan grew up in the Legion he didn’t have a family and he didn’t consider his fellow Legionaries his family either. Nathan never did like the Legion but he respected them, he never had thoughts of leaving them until he was actually away from them. During Nathan’s time in the NCR he saw more friendlier people but much more corrupt people, the NCR kept secrets and lied to their people, Caesars Legion never did anything like this, the Legion would deal with a problem head on and more than likely use violence to solve it. It wasn’t the nicest thing to do but it worked and there was no treachery involved. Nathan preferred the Legion much more than the NCR and he grew to hate the NCR and his fellow squad mates, he hid his true feelings though but when Caesars Legion invaded the Mojave he was happy to slay his squad mates and a handful of NCR soldiers. When Nathan was finally free from rulers he started to do only what benefited him, he has continued to live this lifestyle and has become rich because of it. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: John Stone

Age: Appears to be around 30, though looks extremely healthy for his age.

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: Wanderer and Mercenary

Skills and Talents: His reflexes are that of legend, he can reload, take apart and clean a gun faster then most living, he specializes in firearms. Being able to kill anything without remorse though has been known to hesitate during executions. He knows basic first aid, though he himself doesn’t know how he does, just something that came naturally when he was wounded while wandering the desert. His perception and strength are beyond his own already extraordinary abilities. Although being a good looking and intelligent man John often finds it very hard to communicate, he can take orders and speak fine but finds it hard to small talk.

General Appearance: He is bald, not a trace of hair on his head or face. He has been wandering for over a year and none has ever appeared, he has grey cold eyes that seem to be aware of everything. He is 6ft and weighs 165 Ibs. He is very well toned with perfect muscles, they make him strong enough to carry heavy equipment and still be as stealthy as a shadow when he needs to be. He also has (147) tattooed on the back of his neck.

Clothing/Armour: Reinforced Combat Armour, he also has a bandolier around him being able to hold up to 10 clips at a time.

Weapons: Marksman Carbine and 12.7mm Pistol.

Personality: Cold, Calculating and ruthless, he has a more humane side but it is buried deep within him.

Biography: Stone doesn't know much about himself, he woke up in an abandoned shack in the middle of the Mohave desert, all there was in the shack was a small single bed, in which he woke up in, Combat Armour, a bag with water and food in and a 12.7mm pistol. There was also a note nailed to the wall, it said; your name is John Stone, you are the one, and you are free,

History: John was a special forces soldier in the year 2060, he fought in many conflicts to win the British embassy fuel and land, in the year 2070 he was sent to America as a voluntary scientific experiment run by a secret military branch; the idea of the project was to make a Super Soldier. He was genetically modified in hundreds of ways, he was soon recognized as the key ingredient; being the only one to survive the experiments, when all experiments succeeded he unwillingly had his memory wiped. In 2077, the nukes started to fly; Stone was put into a cryogenic sleep along with the head scientist of Project Superior. Dr Solus set his chamber to deactivate one year before Stone's, giving him plenty of time to prepare what he needed for Stone, the plan went wrong however. When he came out of the sleep he was subject of an autopsy via an auto-doc. It said he had caught a fatal illness from the cryogenic sleep, with this he set up the necessary arrangements for Stone, after he did all he could, he died peacefully in the underground lab they set up in, hoping that one day Stone would know who and what he was.
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Name: Falcon
Age: 35
Race: African-American

Skills and Talents: Falcon is a good shot with his rifle but his most favoured skill is using his twin machetes to kill his enemies. His a fast man able to run long distances but he couldn't run for too long. His is smart man but certainly doesn't have a silver tongue.
Appearance: Falcon is about 5 feet tall, his very compact. His head is shaved; his dark skin is almost akin to coal. His small green eyes show no mercy.
Armour: Falcon wears praetorian armour.
Weapons: Falcon wields two machetes that he calls the Talons, he also has a spear and uses a service rifle he stole from a NCR sergeant.

Faction: Falcon is a part of Caesar’s Legion.
Rank: Falcon holds the rank of the Praetorian Guard.
Personality: Falcon is a very cold person showing no mercy at all; only the Legate is more deadly. Falcon would gladly slaughter whole towns if Caesar ordered him to do so. He is very cunning in combat, using any means to win.
Bio: Falcon was born in Arizona; his tribe was conquered by the Legion. His tribe unlike many didn’t fight but willingly joined the Legion. Falcon was taken from his family and began training to become a Legionary. He barely came out of his teens when he was sent out on his first mission, he was tasked to bring back the head of the leader of a tribe that wouldn’t give in and join the Legion. The mission was a success and when he got back he was promoted to Decanus.

When Falcon turned 30 years of age he was called to Caesar’s tent, there the mighty Son of Mars promoted Falcon to a mighty Praetorian Guard, but before he could take his place he needed to pick another guard to have a death duel with. He won.
Falcon also led many attacks against the NCR, and even stole a service rifle from a NCR sergeant he killed. He reasoned that the man didn’t need it anymore. Falcon has on many occasions gone under cover to assassinate NCR officers as well. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: Sean McConor

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Race: Ghoul

Faction and Rank: Freelance, Ex-Ncr served a tour, Ex-BoS, Ex-Raider.

Skills and Talents: He is a goodshot and is an excellent repair man.

General Appearance: Looks like Roy but with brown chunks of hair on him and wiht dark brown ghoulsih skin. He has slightly more muscle mass than your average ghoul.

Clothing/Armour: From top to bottom. Sean adorns a grey WW2 Military helmet ontop of his brown clumped hair. On the helmet in an outcast red color and a snow white color is a target painted right on the center of the front of it. On his eyes is a pair of dark black aviators with a silver steel frame. Atop his mouth and nose rests a blue badnana with white desings all around it.

His chest from inside out is coated in four layers of clothing. First adn by far sweatiest is a white muscle shirt that has many grease stains on its cotton fabric. Above this is a longsleeved 'cowboy' type shirt. It has no pockets but button sup the front of the chest adn up to a colar. The white buttons are buttoned up to where the top three buttons don't click together. Once again ontop of this is a black pinstripe suit vest that matches with his shirt. Across his chest daignolly is a bandolier filled with twelve gauge shotgun shells and several .45 shells.

For pants he wears denim jeans with tears at the knees and ragged strips at the boot of it. they are held up with a brown leather belt he found in mexico from a dead prospector. It is hung sideways to the left with a holster fitting his .45 pistol.

On his feet are a pair of black NCR grade boots.

Weapons: Double barrel shotgun, Brass knuckles, and a .45 auto.

Personality: He is a quiet man, hard on people and would rather shoot first talk later.

Biography/History: Sean lived a simple life, he and his wife were living in Camp Searchlight before Ceaser had detonated the bomb. He lost his two sons Grady and Eduardo in the blast as they were playing in the twons center when it erupted. turning them intosmoldeirng corpses. After this tragedy he and his wife had fled, fled throught the Mojave adn getting involved i nthings they did'nt want to. They began to work with raiders, were hired guns and caravan gaurds. On one particular caravaan run he and his wife had been payed an incredibly high sumof twenty thousand caps for one small caravan. They were nearing New Vegas but as they went into a small canyon green plasma erupted form the walls. His wife and the caravan were killed by it and he had been hit due to cross fire, bu tnot dead.

After this he had gone mad. He joined the Vipers, stayed with them for two months but then was exiled for not doing the rituals. Sean then went on his own, a small rampage followed by a two month travel to D.C. He fought with the BoS for the purification device they had constructed. The Enclave captured him adn he was forced to help with their monlie base at AFB. He had escaped with none other than his very own Eyebot. It was called TOD. He and TOD traveld back to New Vegas only to spend their time in Freeside and Goodsprings. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: James Max

six: Male

Race: Ghoul

Age: 239 (35 at age of Ghoulification)

Appearance: James is 5”11, has the normal rotting skin look of a Ghoul, however he usually covers himself up to prevent people (mostly himself) from seeing his skin.

Weapons: Trail Carbine (with Scope), .44 Magnum (with Heavy frame) and Combat Knife

Skills and Talents: Guns, Stealth, Survival

Armour/Clothes: Desert Ranger Armour and Helmet,

Faction: Mr. House
Rank: Operative

Personality: James is usually happy and is always tries to find humour in any situation, he is somewhat sarcastic. He has a sense of honour and will always try to give people he fights and chance to surrender and if they refuse a quick painless death, he abhors torturers and slavers.

History: James was born in Pre-war Las Vegas and lived most of his life at what is now Camp Searchlight, he had a job as a policeman and his life was relatively quiet until October 23rd, 2077 when he was called to cottonwood cove due to an attempted burglary, soon after he arrived, the great war happened, James watched in awe as Mr. House’s defence systems destroyed some incoming Bombs, but despite Mr. House’s defence system a bomb dropped nearby, forming cottonwood crater, the resulting explosion and the radiation after killed most people in cottonwood cove.

In the Months and years after the war James tried to keep law and order around Searchlight and Cottonwood cove but could not due to the radiation sickness which eventually led to him becoming a Ghoul.

After James became a Ghoul he thought he was a freak and kept himself hidden away but after meeting another Ghoul he started going out again and protecting small settlements for some time, while patrolling Nipton some Desert Rangers came along and warned him of a imminent raider attack, together, James and the Desert Rangers successfully defended the town from the raiders, after this the rangers invited James to become a ranger himself, to which James agreed.

After becoming a ranger James patrolled the Mojave for a while and realised that he and other ghouls were not dying due to old age.

James continued to battle raiders and slavers around the Mojave for around a century before going east with other rangers to battle Caesar’s Legion, however due to their limited numbers the Rangers retreated into the Mojave, but they continued to attack the Legion at any opportunity.

When the desert rangers signed the ranger unification treaty with the NCR James quit, feeling he was no longer necessary, he then went and started living in the strip, where in 2274 he watched as the lucky 38 opened and securitrons under the command of Mr. House rolled out and took control of the strip and recruited the three families, awed at the Mr. House’s strength and the speed of his operation, along with the fact that it was Mr. House who had saved him from being killed by the bombs at the beginning of the war, James offered his services to Mr. House, who agreed to hire him, since then James has been watching , spying and sometimes eliminating factions and people of interest to Mr. House. Such as when he fought with the three families against the Great Khans.

James is currently at the Sniper's nest, where he has been monitoring Legion forces at Cottonwood cove for Mr. House. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: Gaius Augustus Caesar Born: Maps
Age: Twenty-Four Date of Birth: August 13th, 2257.

Faction: Caesar's Legion
Rank: Caesar's Heir

Dux of the XIII Legion 'Aquila'

Physical Appearance: 5'11" in Height, slim, and well developed yet his body isn't bursting with muscles, this allows him to be much more agile than some of his cohorts. His face is angular with soft, attractive features with short curly mousey-blonde hair and blue eyes.

Personality: Augustus favourite quotation is, "Scientia potentia est." Knowledge is power. Knowledge is something that Augustus has been undeniably been gifted with, especially with his own knowledge of the Romans. Which is why Caesar kept him close at hand for all these years.

Despite loving his adoptive father, Augustus maturity over the years has shown him to be a less harsh leader than his namesake. Know for giving enemies he considers worthy one opportunity of surrender and to be absolved into the Legion, and one opportunity is all that they get. As a military leader is his swift and brutal, able to jump instantly on his enemies mistakes, he commands by inspiration rather than fear, and cares for the live of his legionaries as he would not needlessly lead them to their deaths to secure a shameful victory.

While merciful to what he judges as a worthy enemy who fought well, certain tribes who he finds to be beyond enlightening, he's has wiped out, believing them to be of no benefit to the legion. Though this may also be down to some tribes reminding him of his own, which motivates him towards the action of removing them from history.

He is also known for his punishment. Should the crime be less serious in nature, he will allow a trial with a fine, or a flogging. Depending on what occurred, more serious crimes such as traitors, raqers, murders, and any sort of criminal or raider activity warrants execution or crucifixion. And the more serious the crime, the longer criminal in question will suffer.

Personally he's quiet in nature if not somewhat reserved, often found around loyal friends or alone where he will be found reading or writing, something along the lines of literature or regards to the Legion. He's has good rein on his anger yet his grip can easily slip, especially amongst the stubborn, the arrogant, and possess a strong hate of drug and frequent alcohol users. He regards both as tools for weak minds.

History: Augustus was born on the 13th of August, 2257 in southern Colorado to a tribe know as the Nordiques. A unexceptional tribe with a savage history, and being the strongest of the all the other tribes in the area. Were in control of the territory.

Augustus was born under the name of Maps. His mother died during child birth with himself a small, meek baby that barely survived. Which already established his position within his tribe as a 'failed-man' a unofficial, but extremely embarrassing title, especially for a society that valued strength. His father took this extremely hard as he was regarded as one of the tribes finest warriors, and for him to sire such a child and to lose his wife, was a great dishonour.

As Maps grew, his life became no easier. Though his health improved he struggled to adapt to his tribes way of life. Constant beatings from his father was a daily event, the idea was to beat the nail in till in was down, the other problem was the rest of the tribe was missing the head of the nail. Only helping in the brewing of the bitterness and resentment in him.

Since he was considered unfit for hunting or fighting, he was sent among the women and other failed-men. Tasks involved the roles that women could and couldn't do. Despite the embarrassment, this allowed him to befriend and grow close to Gabriella. A girl of extraordinary beauty, and displayed kindness and virtue that was rare in his life. He grew to love the girl but the fact that nothing would be allowed between then as she was already betrothed to the Chieftains son, who would no doubt kill him if he found out how he felt, sunk him down to a deeper into his depression.

Though he was not the strongest of his tribe, he soon discovered he was the smartest. Even though his tribe had no need for intelligence, he did. He chanced up a abandoned building known as a Library which would become his sanctuary, his place of safety. All the books were remarkably intact and well kept, Maps taught himself how to read. He read book after book, fuelling his knowledge, teaching himself other things like how to write. He decided to find as much information in order to aid his escape from this life he was trapped in. It was then where he chanced upon a book about a figure, 'Napoleon Bonaparte' a great man from before the Great War. The discovery of Napoleon led him to other great military leaders, Fredrick the Great, William the Conqueror, Sun Tzu, Alexander the Great and finally the one that came to define his philosophy on life; Julius Caesar.

Maps came to admire the Romans, and figures such as Caesar, Augustus, Constantine and Aurelius. Alas, he was unaware that his fantasy was soon to become reality.

Still determined to go through with his escape plan, with a rucksack filled with stolen food and water he was prepared to leave, however, the exploits of his idles made him much bolder and confident. Sneaking into Gabriella's family hut. He attempted to persuade her to leave with him, a brief game of quiet verbal tennis occurred as she also tried to convince him to remain behind but he was firm on leaving, and for a brief moment he believed that she was going to agree to accompany him, if they were not interrupted.

He was dragged outside by her father, and beaten. He then called out for the tribe's chief. Gabriella's father informed the chief and the elders that Maps had attempted to steal his daughters maidenhood, a heinous crime considering it was saved for the chieftain's son. The chiefs son then proceeded to beat Maps to near death. As he lay on the ground he turned and could make out the image of his father, disappointment across his face, but kept watching his son be beat as if to say. "You deserve this."

It was only at the pleadings of Gabriella to not kill him. Which speared him death, momentarily. Knowing that they tribe would not give him mercy she pleaded for the tribe to hunt him rather than kill him now. Sadist as the Chief son was, he agreed.

Broken and bloodied, Maps was given till the rising sun before the tribesmen would come after him. But in his state he was struggling already and sought out his library one last time. upon entering he found himself facing men of unknown origin, he was grabbed and a collar placed around his neck and bag over his head.

Had he not heard hear one of the mention Caesar, things would had been different. Although Maps was talking about Caesar of BC they mistook what he was talking about as reference to their own Caesar. The bag taken off his head and collar removed, Maps came to meet Praetorian Lucius. Who found it difficult to believe the child who claimed not to of heard about the Legion but possessed a large amount of knowledge about his leader. He decided to bring the child before Caesar himself.

Caesar initially reprimand Lucius for bringing him a child. Maps upon meeting Caesar called out his bluff, by announcing that he was not the real Julius Caesar. The saying "Fortes fortuna adiuvat" Fortune favours the bold, had never been truer as the boy suddenly caught Caesars attention. Ordering his men out of his tent, he began to question the boy, test him, he found himself someone who knew as much about the Roman Empire as he did, maybe even more and for a tribal the discovery confounded the man. And the more they talked, the more he grew to like the boy.

Caesar believed that Maps had been sent by Mercury, and blessed by Minerva. He felt that he had felt a suitable heir to his Empire. Caesar then promised to extract revenge against The Nordiques. As the tribesmen began to set out on the hunt for Maps, they found themselves drawn into a ambush. Maps relived in the death of those who had beaten him, the years of hatred began to boil over, they captured the Chief's son in the ensuring skirmish while the rest were killed.

They then marched on to his tribes settlement and forced their way in. Rounding up the remaining Nordiques. Maps finally had the opportunity to avenge everything that had happened to him, in his rage he demanded Caesar that the entire tribe be killed, save two of them. Caesar was initially hesitant before agreeing. As long as Maps would kill the Chief's son.

Caesar handed him the blade, if he was really suitable to be the heir he needed, then he would do what needed to be done. Maps didn't even stop to think, he opened the throat of the Chief's son, the blood that peppered face was his baptism. He was now Legion.

That night Caesar renamed him Augustus.

He spent his early Legion life under the tutelage of Lucius, while being regularly check upon Caesar. Thirteen years of age, the teaching methods were brutal, he needed to catch up with the other young men that had been training since birth. But unlike his life with his tribe, he adapted, when he did something wrong he was told what it was, drilled till he got it right, rather than beaten for the mistake. The resentment and anger for his tribe still remained but with time, the fires began to diminish as he began to mature. Around this time also he began to visit Gabriella again, who finally managed settled into Legion life as a priestess but there was a wall between them. To her, the sweet boy she knew as Maps had changed into something she hated. Augustus loved her, but he also knew she resented what he became.

Augustus began his first military command under Malpais Legate as the Legion began their first push into the Mojave, 'Nova Roma' New Rome. Shining like a jewel in the distance. He did not enjoy his time under Malpais, he was not the most brilliant commander as he, like Lanius, led by fear. But they scored numerous victories against the New California Republic, a enemy of which Augustus felt was a worthy nation for the Legion to contend with rather than tribes. He grew respect Malpais as he managed to see some of Joshua Graham from time to time, he believe that if that man was around more then maybe he could lead the Legion more effectively.

But all went wrong at the First Battle of Hoover Dam. Augustus and his Legion was deployed on Malpais rear. He was infuriated by given a babysitting position while the rest of the legion rushed the Dam. Later he would retract his statement and a sudden lesson in patience blew up before him. He watched as scores of legionaries were caught in the explosion of Boulder City. Malpais own arrogance and blindness to the situation handed victory to the NCR. Augustus attempted to rally as many legionaries as he could before retreating beyond the Dam before the NCR could cut them off.

He was there at the Grand Canyon and watched Malpais; Joshua Graham burn and fall down the great below to his death. Augustus does not share his adoptive fathers paranoia with the idea that the Joshua Graham ghost is seeking revenge and his belief that the amount of scouts and assassins he sends after his ghost is a waste of time.

As a stalemate formed between the NCR and the Legion, and rebuilding began on both sides. Caesar gave Augustus full command over the XIII Legion, and sent him to Utah to finally put down the Daughters of Hecate who began to push into Legion territory. As expected, him and his men perform admirably in the field of battle. He also secured a alliance with the Iron Lines who had long been hounded by the Daughters and Vipers, impressed by Augustus himself they later pledged to be absolved into the Legion, specially, Augustus own Legionaries to which he puts to use as his advance scouts.

Augustus scored several victories despite being outnumbered, the war was short and brought to a quick end once he had crushed the Vipers and the clans that allied with Hecate out of fear of the Legion, soon after the Daughters soon fell into line, providing several slaves and wives for his soldiers. And his crowning glory? Capturing Hecate herself. He had her crucified bodied paraded around Flagstaff after Caesar named him acting Imperator of the capital in his absence.

Now Caesar as called his son back to the Mojave to finish what they started. Jupiter and Mars willing, New Vegas shall become their Nova Roma. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: Zedd "Zedekiah"

Age: 119 (turned into a Ghouls at the age 42 in 2162)

Gender: Male

Race: Ghoul

Faction and Rank: Undecided at the moment ( Drifter )

Skills and Talents: natural Gunslinger, can also pull off some trick-shots but fails 50% of the time / Charismatic and friendly "as far as Ghouls go" / walking History Book

General Appearance: a tall 6' 3 Ghoul with a Intact human-like face. Green skin tone, skinny body that has the common DC ghoul shedded dry flesh here and there

Clothing/Armour: wears a Dark Brown pre-war Hat with a Patched Dark Brown Suit, has some bullet-holes and burned spots from energy weapons. Its a nice suit and has patches from skilled tailors making them not noticeable, also has a rosary in front pocket / wears whatever armor he can find under his suit

Weapons: Black 44. Magnum with Scope "Doesn't use Scope often", also 2 bricks of C4, always carries a Suitcase and also has equipped a Pip-boy given to him by a Overseer

Personality: Lives by this saying "I don't care who you are or what you did, if you killed a entire village or are some sort of enclave or some tribal Dictator if you treat me fair ill do the same" that being said Zedd at heart is truly unhappy, he hides his sadness he has over the hopeless wasteland...Hes courteous and polite without over doing it and always looks at things through the others footsteps. Most People who meet Zedd like him because hes Charismatic and he is always dominant in a conversation and his hight helps. People also find it awkward to lie, intimidate or manipulate him because he always treats people fairly which is rare to come across. He will go out of his way for to help out anyone he finds interesting or funny. also has weakness for Sweets and Cigarettes and will go to great lengths to get them

Biography/History:
Grew up in the Pitt as a raider who picked off, r?ped and kidnapped Travelers and mercs who ventured too close to the Pitt. In the Pitt he did things that he is ashamed of and trys his best to forget that part of his life, this is why at the Age of 19 he left the nightmare with nothing but the clothes on his back and black revolver his mother gave him before troggs brutally beat her then ate her flesh....he traveled the D.C. wasteland and discover that he was a natural with a revolver and used early raider encounters to harness his skill. he became friends with the people at Raven Rock through a scout he meant, There he learned every major event, Pre-war factions like the Soviet Union, The United Nations and USMC and also knows History dating all the way back to the sumerians . Eventually he was forced to leave once remnants from the west started coming in. He then continue East and stumbled on the ruins of New York city. not soon after his short 30 minute visit he became trapped by the Chaos in NYC called "The city of Demons" at the time and was forced to become involved in the conflict. It took him 5 years to get out and even then he abandoned the people who looked up to him

he started to travel again, this time heading West. On the way he visited a place over whelmed by Super mutants called Fort Knox, he was captured and dipped in vats by the Mutants in the area in a attempted to create more Super Mutants but instead somehow ended up getting a Ghoul. After barely Escaping death he ran away and hid in a Pre-War clothing store. He was in pain, naked and cold he spend awhile collecting himself and eventually found the courage to look at a mirror there. As he looked in disgust at what he became he tryed his best to find clothing that would cover the oozing flesh, he stumbled upon a custom made suit that happned to fix him perfectly. He laughed at himself and realized that a nice suit can make anyone look good, even a Ghoul.

He traveled for 50 years. Hardly made extra side stops besides stopping at a town for food and water, but when he did it was usually something big and important. This ghouls is now int the the Mojave where the next chapter of this Ghouls life is about to begin.
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Name: Rex

Age: 209

Gender: Male

Race: Cyberdog

Faction and Rank: The Kings, Best Friend

Skills and Talents: Thanks to his time with Caesar's Legion, Rex is incredibly good at biting people with intent to kill; however, as a result of training with the Denver City PD, Rex also knows how to bite a man in just the right places (crotch) to put him down, but not dead. In addition, Rex's enhanced senses allow him to see and hear things that even regular dogs can't. Finally, thanks to his enhanced muscles, Rex can move at a speed greater, as well as take more damage than any regular canine. Despite his brain pains, Rex is as smart as any other dog.

General Appearance: Rex looks like your average German Shepherd, aside from the fact that he has robot parts covering a large percentage of his body. His left flank sports a red bull, which, for some reason, always gets him in trouble with the NCR. Also, his brain is clearly visible in a glowing head-vat.

Clothing/Armour: Straight up naked, other than his robot parts. 3 of his legs and most of his back half are armored.

Weapons: His teeth

Personality: Rex is a good boy, yes he is, oh what a good boy! Very loyal and willing to help his current owner, as long as he is shown love. However, Rex hates two things: hats, and rats. If he sees a person with a hat on, they'd better remove it, or their jugular is about to disappear. And if he smells a rat, be it Giant or Mole, then hell is going to break loose.

Biography/History: Rex was a happy little puppy, born and raised about 200 years ago in Denver City. A few years before the War, Rex was upgraded into a cyberdog, for the purposes of pursuing and subduing the increasingly unruly mobs of rioters. However, the bombs soon fell, leaving Rex to wander the ruined streets of Denver, along with many other dogs (both cyber and normal) for the next couple centuries.

One day, a group of strangely garbed men arrived in town, wielding deadly spears as well as guns. They swept through the city, defeating and consuming the numerous small tribes of people that had sprung up over the past 200ish years. Through a series of hilarious events, Rex found himself in the bed-chambers of the man who controlled them all: Caesar.

Apparently, this Caesar fellow wanted a companion, and Rex was the perfect friend for any man, woman, or child - as long as they didn't wear a hat. Luckily, Caesar was completely bald, so there was no problem there. After a few years spent with the harsh, yet kind, man, Rex found himself separated from his friend, during a particularly intense battle. Rather than go back to find his companion, Rex caught the scent of a mole rat, and raced off to end its blight upon humanity.

Later, Rex would arrive in Freeside, to be adopted by a local gang leader, the King. Soon enough, Rex's elderly brain began to deteriorate, leaving the cyberdog with tremendous pains. However, unbeknownst to either Rex or his companion, this deterioration had activated a hidden function in Rex's cybernetic parts - the will to survive, no matter what.

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Name: Mordecai Armac

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction & Rank: NCR, Mercenary Squad Leader

Skills & Talents: Enclave Training, Great Craftsman, Very Charismatic

General Appearance: Relatively long, Pulled back, Dark brown hair, Green Eyes, Tan Caucasian skin

Clothing/Armor: Desert Camouflage pants, Vault-Tec T Shirt, Red Leather trenchcoat with added kevlar.

Weapons: Colt 621 chambered in .50 AE, glock 86 Plasma pistol, Modified combat knife

Personality: Most of the time, Mordecai follows orders, but will disobey if his assignment is "wrong". He is chaotic good, so he will kill in the name of good, but not for sheer pleasure.

Biography: Mordecai Armac was born in the Lost Hills BoS bunker in 2250. At the age of 12, he left the bunker, and was taken in by a drunken Enclave Officer. At 17, he abandoned his post at Navarro to go to New Vegas. When he first encountered the NCR in 2270, he thought them to be just like the Brotherhood, but his opinion changed when a BoS hit team attacked him near the Mojave Outpost. After seeing that Mordecai was opposed to the Brotherhood, he was hired as a Soldier of fortune for the NCR. 3 years later, Mordecai assisted 1st Recon snipers at the 1st battle of Hoover Dam, he earned his green armband, signifying that he is a Merc-Ranger. Today, he is known to have a camp near Hidden Valley, shooting any lowly Knight to step outside of the bunkers. Mordecai is also known to take his squad scavenging in the remains of Indian Springs.[/ spoiler ]

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Name: Lysander

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Faction and Rank: Lone wolf mercenary, very skilled

Skills and Talents: Marksman, sharpshooter, very adept with long range weapons. Knows his way around a fire arm and can field strip any gun.

General Appearance: Tall, enigmatic. A bit moody looking. Dark hair and rough short beard.

Clothing/Armour: Long black trench coat, dirty at the bottom. Black trousers. Tough combat boots. Grey shirt. Sunglasses. Cowboy hat. Dog-tags.

Weapons: Bolt-action scoped rifle. Silver .44 magnum engraved with an eagle. Chinese officer's sword.

Personality: Dark, moody, enigmatic. Doesn't trust any others who haven't proved themselves to him. Rarely makes friends.

Biography/History: Ex-marksman for the NCR, went AWOL and became a mercenary. No morals, only interested in the cash and the thrill of the hunt. [/ spoiler ]

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Name: Madison Rose (PIC)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human (Caucasian)

Faction and Rank: Mr. House, Head Representative

Skills and Talents: Madison is an extremely intelligent and perceptive young woman. One of the best journalists for the Shady Sands Times, she was known for being able to pick up on details that other people miss, in addition to being a rather skilled writer. She was trained in how to shoot by multiple people; her father, her best friend as a child, and from the NCR soldiers she traveled with for a time a couple years ago. In addition, she picked up on techniques for unarmed and melee combat during her time as a slave of Caesar’s Legion, and is fairly good at both. Finally, she can be fairly convincing if she chooses to be.

General Appearance: Madison is a fairly attractive woman. She has medium brown hair that falls just past her shoulders, which she usually keeps in a ponytail, and dark gray eyes. Madison stands at about 5’10” and is pretty good physical shape. She bears several scars across her body, most notably a stab wound on her stomach and a scar along her neck. She also has the brand of the Legion (a red bull) on her lower back, a mark that she despises, as it constantly reminds her of her time spent as a slave.

Clothing/Armor: Madison usually wears a pair of dark, ragged blue jeans held up by a wide brown belt, which also is lined with extra bullets for her revolver. She also wears a white, sleeveless shirt under an off-white, button-up, collared shirt, of which she roles up the sleeves to just below her elbows and keeps unbuttoned several buttons from the top. She also wears a pair of dark brown boots, and two lengths of string around her neck. For more hectic situations, she owns a suit of riot armor she scavenged from an old police station. However, she rarely gets the chance to don it.

Weapons: Madison is fairly well-equipped to travel in the wasteland: she carries her trusty machete in a sheath slung on her back, with the handle of the weapon over her right shoulder; a .44 Magnum in a holster on her right hip; a M1903 rifle, modified with a long-range scope, kept in a holster also on her back; and finally an AK-47 with the stock cut off, kept on a strap that she hangs over her shoulder.

Personality: Whereas Madison was once a vibrant, outgoing young woman, in recent years she has turned quiet and reserved, due to her time as a slave and numerous other experiences since then. She hates the Legion with a passion, but has also lost her faith in the NCR, which is why she’s begun to work for Mr. House to maintain an autonomous New Vegas. She has no problem killing when the need arises, but will generally avoid solving problems with violence . . . unless, of course, the problem involves the Legion. When she gets in a bad mood, she will often become much more sardonic than usual.

Biography/History: Madison was born to a wealthy Brahmin farmer just outside of Shady Sands. From a young age, she showed a remarkable intelligence, including a skill at writing, and throughout her years growing up impressed many advlts with her intelligence. Eventually, when she was 21, she became a journalist for the Shady Sands Times, and travelled across the NCR writing stories for the paper. Later, when she was 24, the NCR took Hoover Dam, and she was sent to write an article about it. However, she wound up visiting the Dam at the worst possible time. Not even a week after she arrived at the Dam, the Legion attacked. While the NCR was able to hold the Dam, the squad of troopers she was interviewing at the time of the attack was slaughtered, and Madison was taken captive by a group of Legionaries.

The Legionaries took her back to Arizona, where she was, like most of the women of the Legion, used as little more than a six slave. While certain high-ranking members of the Legion, including three different Centurions and at least one Praetorian, chose to use her as their personal slave during her two years in captivity, Madison luckily avoided being impregnated. Eventually, she saw her opportunity to escape after a Centurion fell asleep after using her and left his machete lying on the ground. Madison took the machete and killed the Centurion, and then snuck out of the camp. She made her way north, clad only in the skimpy slave clothes given to her by the Legion and armed only with the Centurion’s machete. Eventually she made her way up into Utah, but she quickly ran into a group of raiders, and was once again captured and used by the men of the raiding group.

Luckily, two months after the raiders captured her, a female raider took pity on her and clothed her, armed her, and helped her escape. Madison, now heavily traumatized by the events of the past two years, made her way east, into Nevada, where she wandered for just over a year. Eventually she wandered into New Vegas, and managed to catch the attention of Vegas’s mysterious overlord, Mr. House. Now armed, experienced, and with powerful friends, Madison has only just begun to fully recover from the events of her past, achieving catharsis by making a point to kill any Legionary or Raider that she encounters, and resolving to never let herself be captured ever again.
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Name: Venus Atticus

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: Caesar's Legion/ Veteran Legionaire

Skills and Talents: He is a good scout and has a good aim. He is a very good melee fighter, craftsman, and survivalist in the desert.

General Appearance: Looks young and kinda thin because of his age. Is handsome looking if you can ignore the fact that he is legion. Has brown clean cut hair, blue eyes, and is 6'5 currently.

Clothing/Armor: Legion Veteran Armor and wears his helmet when in combat.

Weapons: A rather long machete that has "Acta Non Verba" scratched into it (Battlefield: Bad Company reference). He has an Rpg-7 slung behind his back and four rockets in a pouch for it. Also carries a M1 Garand.

Personality: Has a "good" side when dealing with civilians, but he struggles to hide it. Hates NCR since he thinks they only like money and taking people's land.

Biography/History: Venus was born into the Legion in 2262. He took training early and became a scout when he was still a boy. This aided Legion raid parties real well, and soon he became a recruit around 16. He proved worthy in combat and when he got older he fought in the first battle of Hoover dam. He fled after his Decanus died, and witnessed Joshua Graham being thrown into the Canyon. Venus was angry at Caesar for killing one of his idols, but kept his mouth shut. He was promoted a veteran for fighting at Hoover Dam and is currently planning on fighting at Hoover Dam again and attacking Nipton...[/ spoiler ]

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Name: Shaun Lim(the L is silent)

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Asian

Faction and Rank: Mr. House(Ambassador & Agent)

Skills and Talents: Shaun is skilled in traditional forms of Martial Arts practiced in Far East Asia and the modern form of fighting practiced by most regular bar brawlers in the wasteland. Due to this, he's a very skilled silent killer with know-how of many different forms of melee weaponry such as knives, swords, and blunt weapons(baseball bat, lead pipe, etc). To add to this, Shaun is a very good shot with a gun. And in the non-combat department, Shaun excels at negotiations and business, more so than his combat skills. An incredibly skilled diplomat and businessman.

General Appearance: Shaun has very short, black hair that he keeps naturally without using any hair products or gel. Has a face that looks somewhat attractive but overall, slightly above average in terms of looks. He has an athletic build leaning towards the more agile style rather than the burly muscular style. Dark brown eyes. Has a few scars along his body that come from slash wounds and bullet wounds. Shaun bares a tattoo of the Great Khans during his time as a hostage that he wishes to get rid of.

Clothing/Armour: As an ambassador and businessman, Shaun always keeps a red Pre-War business suit with the Lucky 38 logo plastered on the back. When time comes to fight however, Shaun has leather armor and a bullet proof vest that can block small caliber rounds and stabs. To keep his ammunition and his explosives for the missions, Shaun wears a tactical vest over the bullet proof vest and sometimes keeps a bandolier handy.

Weapons: Shaun always keeps his family gun, a modified Marksman Carbine with a longer barrel, increased fire rate, but lack of a scope. For medium range combat or when he needs a quick draw weapon, Shaun keeps a 9mm Pistol with a kit to silence it when secrecy is needed. For close range combat and true silent killing, Shaun keeps a dagger handy. And finally for special weaponry for the more specialized missions to cause havoc, he has three satchels of C4 and a detonator.

Personality: Shaun is a quiet person but also somebody trustworthy and likeable. He never tries to go to a violent route, no matter his personal grudges against the entity in question. Unlike the people he works with(Three Families), Shaun keeps his own set of morals that he almost always keeps. He's a very moral person who pities the poor and aids them in any way he can. But Shaun also has an agenda for vengeance if somebody wrongs him or his close friends.

Biography/History: Shaun was born to a middle classed family of NCR patriots and soldiers. He, as a child, was taught how to read and write and to continue the family tradition of joining the NCR army of 18 years of age. So at an early age, Shaun was taught martial arts skills and marksmanship and eventually, Shaun did join the army. When the NCR moved to the Mojave, Shaun's platoon was sent to Hoover Dam.

But only at the rank of Corporal, not even a year of combat experience, the Legion attacked. While the NCR successfully repelled the attack, Shaun's platoon was wiped out, only a few members surviving. Shaun barely survived the ordeal and was shipped to a Mojave field camp to be treated for wounds. After his wounds were treated, it was then that Mr. House had approached the NCR with his Securitrons. Many NCR soldiers came to New Vegas after Mr. House negotiated the New Vegas Treaty, and Shaun was one of them.

Not being a good gambler, he simply drank and socialized with other soldiers. But he caught many eyes when he negotiated with many different caravans to help Freeside, most of which were successful enough. Later, when he finally got the NCR to help Freeside, Mr. House's Securitron approached him and offered him a position to help Mr. House regulate the Three Families and keep them in check, much like a military police. Shaun accepted.

Five months in the job and Mr. House ordered Shaun to check up on a drug import to New Vegas. When he traced it back to the Great Khans, they captured him for two and a half months before a rescue operation by Three Family muscle saved him but still left a permanent tattoo on his body. As of the present, he is stationed in the Ultra Luxe, investigating but also as an ambassador to make sure the Three Families don't think Mr. House doesn't do anything.
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Name: Papa Khan

Age: 42

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: The Great Khans; Cheiftain

Skills and Talents: While Papa Khan is talented with the use of melee weaponry and guns, his real skills lie with the ability to lead his people; His voice in battle can always be heard, his roars for victory always received, and even against unstoppable odds, Papa knows how to lead his people to victory. He is a incredible tactician, warrior, and chief; There hasn't been a better chieftan in Khan history.

General Appearance: Papa is well aged man, with an appearance that compliments his accomplishments. He his always seen sporting his spike helmet, and under it his hair has all been buzzed off, and a rough beard a dull black color.

Clothing/Armour: He sports his own specialty Khan combat armor, suited to his needs as leader. It took months to create, but is a combination of Metal armor and the well-known Khan armor leather, creating a deadly, spiked armor that strikes fear into all who see it. He is also always wearing his spiked helmet, to show that outsiders will recognize him as the leader.

Weapons: Papa sports duel wield 9mm submachine guns, both modified to reduce spread and increase accuracy. He also has a Khan chieftan machete, an ancient weapon of war which has been passed down from chieftan to chiftan for over a century.

Personality: Papa is a calm, and negotiable man; Even though he is skilled in battle, he isn't above talking things out with his enemies. But make one wrong move, or piss him off, and Papa isn't above slicing your head off and mounting it on his trophy wall. He is brutal; Not above taking barbaric measures to ensure his people can live to fight another day. He is a leader to his people first, and no matter what, he will insure their victory above all else; He shows no mercy.

Biography/History:Papa Khan is the patriarch and chieftain of the Great Khans. once a disciple of Darion in the New Khans, he led those who survived the destruction of the New Khans in California to the Mojave wasteland. He then began to continue the tradition of Khans raiding many of the surrounding tribes soon becoming the major force of the Mojave creating an image of ruthlessness and ferocity that couldn’t be matched.

But soon Mr. House recruited the surrounding tribes, giving them money, weapons, and supplies. He then drove the Khans out of New Vegas. Realizing Mr. House was an army all his own, Papa Khan decided the risk was too great for an assault and the benefits too few for a powerless rundown city when plenty of caravans and settlements were still open for raiding. Then when NCR expanded in the Mojave Papa Khan naturally lashed out at the settlers and soldiers that began to pour in considering the history of hatred between them.

Papa Khan knew that the NCR was no pushover soon large war parties of Khans began attacking and pillaging NCR settlement and outposts knowing that Mr. House would never give up his precious city began to push harder and harder against the NCR expecting Mr. House to take up arms against them.

Thus when Mr. House signed a treaty with the NCR and restored the city’s power NCR retaliated harshly with the massacre of bitter springs. Papa Khan was leading a war party against an NCR out post and feels heavy guilt and responsibility for not being there when his people needed him most and holds a dangerous grudge against NCR to this day.
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Name: Alexander Severus

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian/Black

Faction and Rank: Caesar's Legion, Centurion

Skills and Talents: Alexander possesses a natural affinity with all edged weapons as is expected of every legionary of his station. Aside from his martial abilities with a bladed weapon Alex has also extensively trained in the use of a legionary perforator, training which also helps with most other assault rifles as well. He's not all that great with pistols though he can get the job done with one if he has no other options.

General Appearance: Check out my avatar for a frame of reference, though ignore the armor he's wearing in that pic.

-6'2
-165 lbs
-Tan, slightly surnburnt skin
-Blond hair medium-length hair.
-Strong jaw line and prominent cheek bones.
-Deep blue eyes with tiny black dots strewn about in a rough circle around each iris.
-Lithe frame with the muscles in his arms and chest being the most prominent (due to a life of hard melee training).

Clothing/Armour: Customized Legion Centurion Armor and helmet. (The skirt portion is covered in steel plates and the gauntlet on the right arm is painted black.)

Weapons: Custom Machete Gladius (It's about a foot longer than the typical blade with a rounded pommel with an eagle etched in it's center.) Legionary Perforator

Personality: Utterly ruthless. Alexander has been conditioned from birth to be a cold, calculating killing machine. While many of his fellow centurions adapted to a "berserker rage" style of combat, Alexander favors more tactical solutions than simply having his men charge the front lines. He's renown among his contemporaries for favoring a risky flanking tactic dubbed the "Reseco Strategem" which has put some fairly impressive victories under his belt. This no doubt contributed to his enormous ego and ever-growing narcissism, compounded by the fact that he'd accomplish so much in merely twenty years of living.

Biography/History:

Unlike the tribal vermin brought under Caesar's yoke through military conquest as well as the over-eager volunteers that couldn't speak a word of Latin, Alexander was bore from a high-ranking centurions slave wench, a woman who's name he hasn't bothered to find out to this day. Therefore, every bit of Alex's training came from his father Marcus Severus, a man as brutal and bloodthirsty as he was loyal. It was rare for a high-ranking legionary to personally train a lowly recruit, especially if said recruit was his own seed. Upon reaching the age of sixteen

Alexander had participated in over three campaigns and sixteen engagements, racking up a kill count of twenty-three all told. This served to put him on the list of Caesar's potential candidates for the rank of Decanus and sure enough, two years later it was made official. Alexander now commanded his own conteburnium of legionarys at an unprecedented age, earning him both the respect and ire of his peers.

Merely a week after a twentieth birthday Alexander had received news by way of messenger that his father, Centurion Marcus Severus of the First Cohort had died during a large scale raid near Arizona's western border. Unfortunately Alexander's conteburnia had been stationed near the town of Nelson a year prior, and was therefore forced to leave his father's death unavenged.
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Name: Wes "Vergil" Morgan

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: Yes Man - Head

Skills and Talents: A man skilled in the art of negotiation. Adept at getting people to do what he wants. Master of card tricks. Skilled martial artist. Good with knives and pistols.

General Appearance: Tall and slim, yet muscular man with arched eyebrows, piercing yellow eyes, and a close-shaved goatee. He has shoulder length wavy hair that he occasionally put in a ponytail.

Clothing/Armour: Wears a black suit with the sleeves rolled up a white tie and white handkerchief kept in the pocket, a large black top hat, and a pair of dress shoes. When forced into combat situations he will don black combat armor.

Weapons: Pair of combat knives, brass knuckles, 9mm pistol, 12mm pistol.

Personality: Cold and collected, almost never displaying any emotions. He seems to derive amusemant and gratification from inflicting physical and emotional pain on others, making him a typical sadist. Ambitious with a vision for the future. Enjoys using deception when he can. Very Narcissistic.

Biography/History: Growing up amongst the Slither Kin that eventually became known as the Omertas, Wes quickly became a very dark child. Wes was quite skilled at luring hapless strangers into the Slither Kin's grasp, much to his amusemant. After moving onto the strip and operating out of Gomorrah, Wes established himself as an enforcer and part time dealer to end a persons winning streak. Wes abandoned the Omertas a few years later as the family politics bored him.

Seeking something more he found work at the Tops who were happy to poach the card dealer from the Omertas. The Omertas furious by the betrayal have made several attempts on Wes' life, but each attack is easily foiled. Shortly after Benny's disappearance Wes discovered Yes Man, who he is now using to plot his take over of New Vegas with his collaborators.

Name: Tobias Frost

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: Cowboy

Skills and Talents: Guns, Melee Weapons, Explosives

Tobias is extremely agile, all his movements determined and sure, all very quick. Toby also has a penchant for being lucky in many situations.

General Appearance: Tobias looks like the classic California boy. His golden blond hair is worn in the blast back style. His skin is very tan, and he is extremely handsome. Almost out of place in the wasteland, Tobias looked like an old-world model before his face grew rough and weather-beaten. He stands at about 6 feet and weights almost 200 lbs. Toby is very muscular from years of ranch work, and it shows.

Clothing/Armour: Tobias wears a rattan cowboy hat at all times, and wears authority glasses when the sun is up. He wears leather reinforced armor in order to protect himself.

Weapons: Tobias uses a Brush gun as his primary weapon and a lever-action shotgun as his secondary, with a .44 revolver functioning as his sidearm. He keeps several sticks of dynamite on him at all times, as well as a knife and a hatchet.

Personality: Tobias is the epitome of the romanticized cowboy. He treats people he meets with respect as long as they return the favor. He has code of western chivalry he applies to everything, doing what he feels is the right thing to do. Toby protects the weak and destroys the evil. He is a tough guy through and through, but he is still a softie at heart.

Biography/History: Tobias was born on a Brahmin ranch out west. His father worked as a ranch hand, and Toby followed in his footsteps. He grew up with the ranching culture of the NCR, the Brahmin hands seeing themselves as cowboys and conducting themselves as such.

Tobias quickly learned how to shoot and fight in order to defend the Brahmin from rustlers. As a teenager he was known as the best shot on the entire ranch, and his aim has only gotten better. He has killed several men trying to steal livestock.

Eventually, the ranch was absorbed into a larger ranch protected by the NCR. Tobias was just a ranch hand, and he was no longer expected to kill rustlers, but to let the NCR take care of it. However, Tobias became known to shoot rustlers in the leg so that the NCR had a chance of taking care of them. They gave him a few warnings but Tobias took his job very seriously, and he wasn’t about to let the rustlers get away. The next time he shot a rustler, Tobias was fired.

Tobias didn’t know what to do next, ranching had been his life. He had to look for another line of work to provide for himself. He ended up taking a job as a caravan guard, protecting only one Brahmin from a different type of thief. The work came naturally to him, and Tobias used his fighting skills to become the best freelance caravan guard in the business.

After a job escorting a caravan into the Mojave, Tobias decided to visit the Strip. However first, he needed somewhere to stay. He traveled to Goodsprings and took up residence in an abandoned house. There, he worked with the Bighorners and Brahmin the town had, as well as protecting them from animals and crooks. He enjoyed living there, as it reminded him of his childhood. Tobias put his journey to the Strip on hold, preferring to stay in Goodsprings for a while.

Name: Andrew Garret

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Faction and Rank: Brotherhood of Steel; Senior Paladin

Skills and Talents: Garret is skilled with Energy Weapons, he is very skilled at repairing his armor and weapons. He greatly inspires his peers by setting an obedient and respectful example.

Appearance: Garret is a veritable human tower standing at 6'5 and 240 pounds, of a fairly muscular build. He has dirty blonde and it only covers his head, he doesn't normally allow any facial hair to grace his mug. His face is always serious and somewhat grim, Garret seems to be angry all the time, his deep scars accent the notion. He has piercing see-your-soul eyes colored hazel.

Clothing/Armor: Garret is usually clad in his T-51b Power Armor with the Brotherhood coat-of-arms on the right pauldron. When is on break or relaxing he dons a bloodless set of Wasteland Doctor Fatigues.

Weapons: He equips himself with a Tri-Beam Laser Rifle for close range skirmishes, a Gauss Rifle for long range engagements. Garret favors a Glock 86 Plasma Pistol as a sidearm and when he knows he will face heavy opposition he brings out his custom Gatling Laser, Red.

Personality: Andrew Garret is almost always serious and stern. He doesn't tolerate insubordinate Brothers. Though he would lay down his life time after time for his Brotherhood, he recognizes the dire situation. He wishes McNamara would lift the lockdown and send more scout parties. He rarely shows his softer side to anyone, Garret will occasionally socialize with the other men.

History: Andrew Garret is the son of Hank and Nina Garret. His parents were very loyal Brotherhood scouts who never returned from recon when he was 15. After they didn't return for a week they were declared dead and young Andrew was left in the care of future Head Paladin Hardin. Hardin furthered Andrew's adoration and loyalty for the Brotherhood. Garret grew up under Hardin's wing learning to become a fine Paladin, Hardin had Garret taught the best ways possible in Energy Weapon use and repair of weapons and armor. The other Brothers teased him and despised him for being " coddled ". Garret developed a sincere romance with an attractive Scribe girl around age 19 .

The entire affair was kept secret as Hardin wanted Garret to only focus on his training and study. The young couple had grown to love each-other in the 2 years since they started seeing each other. Garret had managed to keep up with his studies and training while courting the girl named Kim until he fell asleep during study time after a long night with Kim. Hardin found out about the young romance from someone who'd seen the duo together the night before. Hardin chewed out Garret and had Kim taken away from him and made sure they never talked to one another. Garret and Kim walked by each other everyday to class but were never allowed to speak. Hardin reprimanded Garret over and over, he said how affection could harm the Brotherhood and cause him to become weak. Garret never cared for anyone after and his true feelings receded deep into his heart. Never to be seen again.

Garret became a great, powerful, and wise Paladin. It took him many years and just before Helios he was promoted to Senior Paladin by Hardin and Elder McNamara. During the slaughter at Helios, Garret showed once more he wasn't a spoiled child by saving 10 other Brothers from certain death at the hands of the NCR. The Brotherhood fled and ever since Garret has had an unquenchable thirst for vengeance.

Name: Alfonso Kuddlesworth.

Age: 32.

Gender: Male.

Race: Human.

Faction and Rank: He has been a member of many factions in the past but know has chosen to stay alone because of the crimes he has committed against humanity.

Skills and Talents: He is a crack shot with both a pistols and rifles but isn't that good and melee or explosive weapons. talents are he is really lucky which is weird because he lost everything at the age of 28 when his wife and child were murdered by the Enclave.

General Appearance: He is 6.1 feet high but is skinny. He has dark brown hair almost black. Has a muttonstache which is slitly ginger.

Clothing/Armour: His armour is a customised NCR Ranger Combat Armour made by himself which is woven with circutes which give him a strength bonus and peception bonus. it is a new sort of power armour, but weaker do to the loss of steel armour, the DT/DR is 33. He wears Daniels Hat but is all black which a red band around the hat and wears the NCR Ranger Veteran Helmet but without the Combat Helmet, just the mask Painted Black. the mask lets him see further into the distance and has night vision.

Weapons: The Hunting Rifle with all atachements but instead of the original skin it is made of a darker wood and instead of steel it is carbonized steelto deal with the high recoil caused by the new round, the rounds are the 50 govt round which is custom made which comes this incindinary hollow tip and armour peircing. His pistol is a Ranger Seqouia but the original prototype which he made for the NCR, so it doesn't have any of the symbols of the NCR because the NCR tried to assasinated him before finishing it, his ranger seqouia has a longer barrel for higher accuracy and his all black. on the side of the barrel and his hunting rifle are the words " I am sorry for what i have done" and on the other " It will be all over soon".

Personality: Kuddlesworth is haunted by the past because what he did for the factions he worked for and for getting his family murdered by the Enclave. He suffors from depression, he know just tries to stay away from anyone being affraid that he will get them killed. he is a drunk but disagrees with drugs.

Biography/History: in the past his single father was just like what he is know but he was killed by the Enclave. his wife and child were also killed by the enclave and know wants nothing to do with his past.