Name: Carl Jones "CJ"

Age: 22

six: M

Race: British origin; though has long been wiped out by generations of American ancestors.

Hair: Short brown hair.

Eyes: Hazel.

Height: 5.7ft

Weight: 140Ibs

Other aesthetic attributes: Muscular but short for his age and build. The word's ‘Non Omnis Moriar’ are tattooed on the left side of his neck.

Clothing: Leather Armour worn underneath Regulator Duster.

General appearance: Rugged looking, piercing brown eyes with smooth tanned skin. A tattoo can be seen on his neck but it is in an unknown language.

Equipment: CJ carries a Chinese Assault Rifle; he is very rarely seen with it holstered. His leather armour straps allow him to carry multiple magazines; a large hunting knife is also sheathed at his hip. He carries a pouch with his father’s journal and his bottle caps in.

Personality: Carl is confident and quick witted, his upbringing as the son of a Regulator have made him hate Injustice, this has been his weakness many a time throughout the Capital Wasteland, corruption and greed are not a rare occurrence in the Wastes.

Skills: Sharpshooter, gun specialist and survivalist.

Occupation: Wanderer – He is looking for a place to call home and help keep justice a commodity in that home.

Back-story: Carl grew up following his father everywhere, they spent all their time in the wastes, hunting down evil doers and collecting the bounty on their heads. Every second that wasn’t spent tracking a criminal was time that Carl was taught to shoot. Every plant the pair came across would be documented in the journal his father kept, they would scope out the plants and see whether the wildlife would eat from it, if so they would test it themselves, those safe to eat were documented as such, those that weren’t we’re used as poison or aesthetic. The pair went on living like this for years.

One day, a 17 year old Carl and his father reported back to the Regulator HQ to collect a bounty, they collected a sum of 150 caps and split the cost according to how many ‘notches’ they both had scored. Carl had four, so kept 80 caps. His father had killed three of the band of raiders, so collected the remaining 70 caps. Every visit back to RHQ was spent cleaning and maintaining their guns, telling stories of close encounters with raiders and slavers, and times they ate the wrong plant and spent three days purging their systems. Night after night Carl’s father collected a new bounty, he sat reading it while the two cooked Molerat meat or some other exquisite tasting animal. The nights were filled with stories and laughter. The two carried on like this for another three years, until his father, at the age of 50 was stung by a Radscorpion, on his deathbed he told Carl. “Son, don’t spend your life wandering like your father… Find a place, and dedicate your life to it. We can’t make the world a better place, but you can be that light in the darkness.” These were Ol’ Jones’s last words before the poison took him. The next two years of Carls life, were spent finding that place.

Relations: Father - Deceased

Name: Joey Ziven

Age: 27

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Hair: (color, length, is it wavy? curly? straight? etc.) Medium. Get's a little long when he forgets to cut it. It's
wavy for the most part, but he can comb it to make it
straight.

Eyes: Dark brown friendly eyes, but blocked by the green visors of his helmet.

Height: 6,7

Weight: Around 195 lbs.

Other aesthetics: Scars on his face. They don't make him look ugly, but he gets embarrassed when every one stares at them and asks how he got them.

Clothing: http://www.google.com/m/search?tbm=isch&hl=en&source=hp&aq=0&oq=veteran%2520r&aqi=g6-k9d13t0&fkt=621&fsdt=7661&cqt=&rst=&htf=&his=&maction=&q=veteran+ranger#i=7

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General appearance:
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Equipment:
-Weapons- FN FAL Assault rifle, Glock 18, M95 Barrett Sniper Rifle hidden in his shop. An uneven dagger.

Carrying Pouch, caps, bottle of water.

Personality: Can be a great friend if you get to know him. He loves exploring. He does not like showing his face though, because of many scars that are slowly healing are there.

Skills: Good gun mechanic, firearms expert, accurate shooter, but has trouble in close range fights. However, when it comes to melee or brawling, he can stand his ground. He is a great mentor towards his child, and is very protective of his family.
Joey also is usually not afraid of the wasteland.

Occupation: Runs a gun-shop in Megaton called," Joey's Bullets 'n Guns." He also is an explorer, either paid too or not. He accepts mercenary jobs and usually can be seen guarding caravans.

Backstory: Joey was born in the year 2273. He was raised in Rivet City until the age of 16 when he decided to go explore the wasteland. He set out one night and left a note to his parents stating," He was going to the air machine city", better known as Megaton. His journey was quite safe thanks to the Brotherhood of Steel patrols, and he reached Megaton in record time. In Megaton, he tried finding available jobs so he could make some caps. A lady named Rachel and quite young at the age of 15 and her father happened to need a guard for their caravan. Max applied and was given an old FN FAL. He fixed it right up and successfully made sure she reached her destination safely. After this job, she offered even more to him. After a year of working with her, their relationship grew stronger, and eventually when he was 19 and she was 18, their first child was born. They named him Max and eventually settled down in Megaton. Joey opened up a gun-shop with guns he found at an old police station armory. He found a sniper he used for hunting game and keeping raiders away. He also found a pistol for a concealment weapon. Also, military Desert Ranger armor and helmet was found in an abandoned truck parked near the station, so he started wearing it since it was warm and offered protection while he explored. One day when exploring an old factory, raiders captured him and slowly cut at his arms and used hot steel to burn at his face. BoS paladins luckily were in the area and killed the raiders before any serious damaged happened to Joey. However, scars were all over his face and arms. After 8 years of healing and medicine, his arms looked brand new. His face however was taking a little bit more time to do so. He decided to wear his scavenged helmet all the time in public, except with his family. He has thought about someday showing his closets friends, but that has yet to come.


Relations: (family? spouse? significant other? relatives? etc.)

Rachel-26 as of 2300. Brunette hair. Almost 27.

Max-Brown medium hair. 8 as of 2300. Very agile and helps around the shop. Is shy sometimes, but loves his dad and usually follows him when he is not with his loved mother.

Name: Chester 'Doc' Reynolds

Age: 45

six: Male

Race: Black - Scottish

Hair: Buzz-cut. Dark brown, but speckled with white and gray. Detached goatee.

Eyes: Brown

Height: 5 '11

Weight: 170lbs

Other aesthetic attributes: Average height and build, though he has a bit of a beer belly, he is otherwise athletic. Short hair. Slightly wrinkled face from age.

Clothing: Plain white shirt, almost always smeared with bloodstains and dark brown cargo pants with black boots. Dons a lab coat when practicing. Always wears glasses.

General appearance: Like this, more or less. Except hair more like this.

Equipment: Tokarev T-33 that seldom leaves it's holster. Pack of cigarettes. Lighter. Pouch of caps. Satchel of surgical equipment. Utility knife.

Personality: "Doc" as everyone has come to call him is a low tempered, heavy drinking old coot. Doesn't have any room for manners and always speaks his mind. Though he shows no physical prowess, or combat capabilities he holds his own in a verbal argument as if he were the most feared man in the Wasteland. He does however have a soft side, and would be willing to help anyone in need. He would not show it though. His kind acts would be masked by bitter words and a begrudging attitude. Foul-mouthed and ill-mannered would be the best way to describe him in most cases. His idea of a perfect day would be one in which no patients show up, so he could sleep in through half the day, then spend the rest smoking, drinking, and flirting with women at the saloon before passing out in a drunken stupor. He speaks with a thick Scottish accent, and when he is drunk, he is utterly incomprehensible.

Skills: Expert doctor and scientist. Skilled repairman if required, though not the best. Can shoot to save his life, but no more. Though he may get into petty squabbles every now and then, he detests violence as it means more work for him.

Occupation: Doctor - Resides and works in the Clinic left by the towns former "Doc".

Backstory: Chester was born and raised in Rivet City. Under the wing of the doctor and scientists there, he learned the tricks of the trade. He was once a very pleasant and mild-mannered man. Ambitious, and passionate about his goal of opening up a large hospital in the DC Ruins to which people would come from all corners of the Wasteland, as well as ghouls to be cured somehow. Sadly, this dream remained as nothing more than just that; a dream. Once of age, he married a lab assistant working with him whom he loved very much and several years later had a child with her. It was a girl. As the years passed, Chester realized that his plans would never come to fruition, so he grew vain and cynical. He took to drink and became violent with his family, to the point where his wife decided to leave him. He sorely regretted this, and hates himself for it. Alone, Chester moved out of the city to spare himself the shame, and thus moved to Megaton where he found a clinic ripe for the plucking. Having no other choice, they appointed him town doctor in exchange for accommodation and caps. If anyone so much as has a scraqe in the town, he is the one they go to. His prices are fair and just, as his only expenses are booze and women.

Relations:

Clarissa Reynolds - Ex-wife - Caucasian female.
Claire Reynolds - Daughter - Mixed race female.

Name: (First name, nickname / middle name optional, last name) John Murphy

Age:24

six:Male

Race: (Caucasian? African-American? Ghoul? Races besides one depicted in game are allowed.)Caucasian

Hair: (color, length, is it wavy? curly? straight? etc.)\blsck,short straight hair

Eyes:blue

Height:6ft 2

Weight:220lbs

Other aesthetic attributes: (muscular? burly? skinny? tattoos? scars? etc.)BOS Symbol tattoed on his arm

Clothing:Wearing a Suit of Hellfire PA,grey coloured with BOS symbol on shoulders

General appearance:

Equipment: (weapons? caps? food? etc.) Modified R91 Rifle,126 caps,Some purified water and Brahmin steak

Personality:Friendly,welcoming,distrusts mutants and ghouls,Treat his friends kindly but is harsh on those who exploit others,Not very good at speaking and is not good when dealing with the oppsite gender.

Skills:Shooting,Trading and a good cook

Occupation:BOS Knight assigned to protect megaton

Backstory:Born into the BOS in 2276,He grew up in the citadel training as an intiate. His father died fighting the Enclave in 2277 and his mother died in a raider attack on a water caravan in 2281. He was raised by the rest of the BOS whom he viewed as family and eventually became a knight in 2296 . While patrolling the mall on his second mission his group was attacked by a behemoth. they killed it but he was badly crippled in the attack and now cannot run or walk fast. He was then chosen to represent the brotherhood in Megaton in 2300. His duties inclued Protecting the town,Recruting for the Brotherhood,Taking requests from Megaton to the brotherhood and organising supply shipments from the brotherhood. He lives in a rented room at moriartys saloon.

Relations: (family? spouse? significant other? relatives? etc.) none

Name: Lewis whitely

Age: 32

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Hair: Maroon “sarge” styled hair and (currently) clean-shaven

Eyes: Light blue eyes

Height: 6,8

Weight: roughly 200.lbs

Other aesthetic attributes: slightly muscular

Clothing:clothes (without hat),A Black Beret with a Faded “E” on it that is almost never taken off, Sunglasses. Will wear Black combat armour outside of town/Battles (basically anything dangerous)

General appearance:

Equipment: Scoped 44. Magnum, several stimpacks, Toolkit, MR Teddy, several skill books and roughly 2000 caps

Personality: Lewis is very nice, warm and Friendly person, doesn't hold any prejudices or racism attitudes and is usally friends with anyone but has a slight fear of the brotherhood….

Lewis also distrusts any ghouls & supermutant but unlike his Parents he is willing to get along with them (and not kill him)


Skills: Expert repairman, skilled with Guns (energy & normal) knows basic first aid but is very poor at melee combat & lock picking.

Occupation: enclave remnant repairman & mercenary

Backstory: Born in 2268 Lewis was the son of Enclave researcher at Adam’s air force base. Lewis grew up on the Base until 2277 when brotherhood attacked, were his mother was killed and he & his father fled in wasteland, occasionally moving town to avoid enclave suspicion…

Shortly after his 17th birthday Mr whitely passed away and Lewis began doing mercenary work for several towns up north However three years Later people will begin to suspect Lewis was in the enclave and had leave the area…

Travelling down south to DC Lewis began doing Guard & repair work for the town of Canterbury common until one day a Brotherhood squad came to town on reports that enclave remnant was living there…

Strangely however Nothing happened until several Months later when Package was dropped of Lewis house inside was Baby girl, it turns out Lewis had gotten drunk that Night and slept with a (Married) brotherhood soldier…

Naming the child Sarah Lewis continued to work for Canterbury commons for another ten years but after an attack by rad scorpions and Sarah complaining that she was only child in Canterbury commons decided to move to megaton….

Relations: (family? spouse? significant other? relatives? etc.)

Daugther - Sarah whitley - Chinese-American - Ten years old

Parents- decreased

Sister - unknown, Presumed dead (AFB attack)

Name: Silas Botwin

Age: 32

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Hair: Black, Short, Unkempt

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6”2

Weight: 190lbs

Other aesthetic attributes: Silas has more of a toned body that a bulk body, he has this tattoo on his right arm and a few small scars on his arms and legs.

Clothing: Silas wears a black jumpsuit similar to what mercenaries wear

General appearance: THIS

Equipment: Silas keeps a Combat Shotgun, 10mm SMG, a Silenced 10mm Pistol and a .44 Magnum in his house with quite a bit of ammunition.

Personality: Despite Silas’ occupation he is actually a genuinely nice man, he likes to make friends but he’s smart with who he chooses. Silas doesn’t trust most of the people he knows but that doesn’t stop him from liking them. When it comes to business Silas is extremely confidential, if you are not a part of his network you will never hear him talk about it. Silas has killed members of the Demons who reveal information about the business and has even killed his own brother, secretly of course, for revealing information.

Skills: Silas is an expert chemist; he’s spent years producing and distributing drugs to a variety of towns. He knows how to keep his gang on a low profile while still increasing their popularity and reputation. Silas seems to have a way with words but only with a few people, the majority of being woman. When it comes to combat Silas is above average, he can handle himself in a fist fight and is deadly with knives/guns.

Occupation: Leader of the Demons, the Demons activities include extortion, assassinations, roughing ups and theft but there main activity is producing and distributing drugs.

Backstory: Silas was born in Megaton, when he was only two years old his parents split, Silas’ mother took Silas to Rivet City and left Bill with Silas’ sister Lucy. Unfortunately Silas’ mother barely took care of Silas and spent most of her time getting drugged up and drunk, when Silas was six he started to learn how to take care of himself, he stole food and water from the market place for years, when he was eleven he left his mother’s home and lived in the lower levels of Rivet City by himself. He met several other kids; Silas became friends with the kids and formed the gang the Demons. The gang was nothing more than a posse of friends stealing things and beating up other kids but that all changed when the gang reached their late teens. Silas met a man named Charles Xavier, he offered Silas the job of distributing the drugs he made, Silas agreed but on one condition, Charles had to teach Silas how to make these drugs. Charles agreed and gave his first batch to the Demons, surprisingly the Demons turned out to be extremely talented at selling the drugs.

As the years went on the Demons got richer and richer and Silas became an expert at selling the drugs, but after Charles realized that Silas and the Demons were making more money than he ever had before Charles got jealous, murdered two Demons and fled Rivet City. Silas sent a few Demons to look for him but they never came back. Six months after the event Charles returned but with a gang of his own, Charles started pushing drugs out like no tomorrow and at a smaller price, this lead to Silas initiating war on the gang. A gunfight broke out in the Rivet City marketplace between the two gangs, many were killed but only gang members, a few bystanders were injured. While fleeing the scene Rivet City security ran straight into Silas and many members of the Demons, they immediately opened fire on the Demons, Silas and the Demons fought back and escaped Rivet City. Knowing they would never be allowed to return Silas and the Demons moved to Megaton to start up there criminal empire once again. Silas moved in with his father and set up business in his house.

Relations: Bill Botwin (Silas’ father), Lucy Botwin (Silas’ sister)

Name: Arianna Rose Richardson (Ari)

Age: 28

six: female

Race: African-American

Hair: long, black, braided hair that hangs to the middle of her back. Beads of her native colors cover the last couple inches of her braids. (Red, orange, yellow, green and brown)

Eyes: golden brown, in direct sunlight, they look almost vampirish.

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 130 pounds

Other aesthetic attributes: Ari is very toned, her muscles defined, she has a washboard stomach. Largely due to her work load. Ari does all the heavy lifting for Miora these days, she jogs up and down the catwalks in the early morning before Craterside Supply opens up. The pinky and ring finger on her left hand are crooked, results from not being set properly after dropping some scrap metal on them, fracturing both fingers.

Clothing: during the day, she wears either khaki cargo pants or cutoff shorts (barely covering her rear), and a black or white tight tank top with a bandanna tied around her head. Keeps her braids from interfering in her work.

At night, she has two seductive dresses she alters while working at the saloon as a waitress and prosttute.

General appearance: she looks like Tara from True Blood. Smooth, chocolaty skin, long legs.
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Equipment: Ari has managed to save up a substantial amount of caps. Ari keeps them locked away, as she lives a rather low maintenance lifestyle. She one day hopes Miora will hand over Craterside Supply to her, for her years of tolerating the woman.

Not leaving Megaton too much, she doesn't have much need for high caliber weapons. She carries a .32 pistol and a switchblade.

She often gets food deducted from her salary at both places of employment.

Personality: pleasant most of the time, mostly while working at Craterside Supply. Ari is standoffish, and rude at times. Though, when it comes to making caps, a seductive nature takes presidence.

Skills: Ari has learned to repair various weapons and merchandise. She can also cook and seduce men out of caps efficiently.

Occupation: Ari works for Miora Brown, tinkering as Miora has done for years. She can repair whatever you bring in the shop, making it better than it was, but not perfect. Ari cooks a mean Iguana too, and does well to satisfy a variety of appetites.

After the shop closes, she has a couple of hours to ready herself for her shift at the saloon. She work there as a waitress and prosttute. She also dabbles in selling Jet and Med-X.

Backstory: When Ari was two years old, her Mother, deathly ill with radiation poisoning, left her to grow up in Little Lamplight. She started tinkering with what little items she could scavenge. As she grew older, she became known as, Scary Ari. Because, as she grew, so did her attitude, and she wasn't afraid to let the other kids know it.

During her time at Lamplight, Ari would fix up the weapons, structures, and barricades. As long as she was busy, Ari wasn't too scary. When the time came, as it always did, she was sent off to Big Town. Big Town was a big disappointment, a bunch of whiny ass people. Though, Ari did meet an old woman, Bittercup. They would talk about Bittercup's past, how she had even made a play for the infamous, Lone wanderer once. When Bittercup succumbed to the afterlife, Ari was left to listen to the residents whine. Though they complained, they rarely, if at all, did anything about it.

To occupy herself, Ari messed with the several incapacitated robots that lay about the town. She managed to salvage a protectron from spare parts of other robotic corpses. Satisfied with her accomplished, she celebrated that night. Ari ended up getting drunk on whiskey and breaking into Ol'Red's Clinic. She stole some Jet and Med-X, and got blew out of her mind. As she stumbled the street, she ranted, not holding anything back she verbally tore her home town a new one. In the early morning, Ari was found passed out between two decrepit houses. The towns folk concluded, from the needle marks in her arm, and the empty Jet inhaler clutched in her hand, that she did indeed break in and steal from Ol'Red. She was ousted from the town, never allowed to return, unless she wanted a bullet in her brain.

That was after spending five years in that dump, twenty three years old and homeless. She wandered with a caravaner named Mike for a short while, repairing things people presented to them. Ari did so for food and a tent, the protection, she had to give up her body for that. It wasn't all bad, she was never lonely. One day, they arrived at Megaton to do some trading with Miora Brown. Ari loved the ingenuity of using old, prewar aircraft husks for building materials. Mike found a couple of pistols of Miora's he was interested in, their condition was poor. Mike asked Ari to take a look at them, Miora offered up her workbench. Within a few minutes, Ari had both pistols working in satisfactory fashion. Miora, pleasantly surprised with the young woman's ability, offered her a job. Ari accepted.

Ari slept in the common house for the first few months while in Megaton. Usually taking a partner there with her for some extra caps. Miora offered her to stay with her at Cratersidean once she felt she could trust Ari. Ari jumped at the chance, and has lived there, helping the aged Miora for the last five years.


Relations: Miora Brown, she's like a mother to Ari.