Name: Jack Mulder

Age: 26

six: Male

Race: Human, Caucasian

Skills: Science, mathemathics and other calculations particularly. Chemistry as well. Not much of an combatant, at least when not in chems.

Physical appearance: Skinny, weak and of medium height. Short cropped, black hair and a light beard. Hazel eyes and lips that make him look like he's smiling all the time.

Personality: Jovial, also has an obsession of calculating everything. Addicted to chems in general, most chems can provide him his fix.

Weapons & Clothing: A rusty, old Varmint Rifle and a kitchen knife and a NCRCF guard uniform with the NCRCF tags scratched off.

Previous occupation: Jack was among those PGs who attacked Primm, but was lucky enough to evade the Courier onslaught.

Faction: ex-Powder Ganger, isn't a part of them anymore but has good relations with them.

Back story: Jack was a model citizen of the NCR once, a teacher of sorts, wandering from town to town. But when he taught some villagers from a small village with no name in the art of chemistry, he himself was taught by the villagers to make chems for non medical purposes, the villages own variant of Hydra. Jack was first very wary, but when he tried this Hydra variant, he became addicted and that led to a petty crime spree of thefts and assaults. But then it escaleted to murder of an scavenger, who had the ingredients that Jack needed to make his own Hydra variant, and Jack was caught and shipped to the NCRCF, where he took part in the prison riot.

While incarcerated, he learned to brew various chems, including the Mojave hydra. He also took part in the assault of Primm, and when the Courier came to drive away the PGs, Jack was inside a toilet stall brewing his chems, thus avoiding death. After finding his former comrades dead, he ventured to Nipton where some PGs had gone after Primm assault, where he found only more death, but it inspired him to stay in Nipton, to rebuild it to its former glory. And to have a home again....

Name:Alexander Winter

Age:52

six:Male

Race:Caucasian, Human

Skills: Guns, Speech, Unarmed.

Physical appearance: Black and grey hair, blue eyes, 6'2ft, lean, slightly crooked nose

Personality: has a warm personality and is welcoming to others, however is cold and calculating if in a fight.

Weapons & armour/clothing: Veteran Ranger Armour, Pre-war suits, Ranger Sequoia, Anti-Material Rifle Doesnt use it much,Hunting rifle-scoped,custom bolt and extended magazine.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Veteran Ranger, 1st Recon- he will be like Boone for the town guarding it from raiders and others.

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): NCR has friends in the military.

Backstory: Alexander was born in the boneyard and had to fight to survive he joined the NCR military as soon as he was old enough and impressed the trainers with his skill with marksman weapons and was recruited into 1st recon where he served admirably before holding a small raider army of with a Hunting rifle which he still has, he then served with the Rangers gaining the "Black Armour" and sreving for twenty years before retiring after the 2nd battle of hoover dam as a captain at the age of 51, then he heard about nipton and has come to start out a new life.

Name: Julia Swift

Age:27

six:Female

Race:Caucasian, Human

Skills: Medicine,Survival,Guns.

Physical appearance: Long Dark brown Hair (If loose reaches down to her Kidneys) she has Chocalate Brown eyes, her skin is slightly tanned, she has a smallish curved nose, has a full figure and stands at around 5'8

Personality: She has a very warm personality, however if crossed she's more calculating and cold than a Calculator made out of Ice.
Weapons & armour/clothing: She wears Pre-war dresses,wears Combat armour and uses a Fallout 3 style assault rifle.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Farm Hand,NCR nurse and briefly served on the frontlines as a combat medic

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): NCR was a nurse.

Backstory: Will be revealed later.

Name: Regina (Reggie) Torrez

Age: 27

Race: Hispanic/Native American

six: female

Skills: Reggie always has an ace in the hole ready to play, making her a good cheat at small time poker games. She is handy with tools, but not great, but a Jerry-rigger rather. She is a proficient hunter and trapper and learned from her father how to handle a gun.

Physical appearance: 5'8" 130 pounds, Usually she wears her hair in a pony tail, or braided pig tails. Her eyes are golden brown, her skin is olive colored and tans easily. Reggie slender and fit with adequate curves. She has a scar that runs from the bridge of her nose to the center of her right cheek. It's an old wound, and is not much more than a slightly lighter colored line these days.

Personality: Reggie is confident, and blunt. She is not afraid to speak her mind, and is not afraid of confrontation. To those not close to her, she comes off as brash, rude and arrogant. But Reggie shows a mutual respect followed by general concern for those she befriends.

Reggie believes strongly in old world ways, specifically the late 1800's. She believes if there is a problem, you settle it, no need to wait for the local law dogs to arrive. She would take to an good old fashioned duel in the streets. Where, whether you are right or wrong, if you are the one left standing it doesn't matter anyway. Her feelings about the Great War leave nothing in question. To Reggie, the countries who engaged in the nuclear exchange are cowards. Instead of facing their differences head on, they chose to sit behind their terminals thousands of miles away and utilize satellite technology to do their dirty work. If the issue is brought up, she will carry on about the cowardice of the war. She lives one day at a time, when her time is up, someone, or something will put her down.

Weapons & armour/clothing: Prewar, blued, Remington Wingmaster 870 12 gage pump shotgun with orange fiber-optic sights. Carved into the stock is, El diablo, la hija de (The devil's daughter) Twin .357 Magnums with longer barrels and polished Jade inserts on the handles. 10 inch Bowie knife, also with polished Jade inserts in the handle, as well as a spiked knuckle guard (spike knuckles attached)

Faded, worn blue jeans with brahmin hide patches on the knees and backside. A leather strap with accompanying holster reside on her right leg. Dirty white tank-top underneath a red checkered button down shirt. Well worn dirty brown duster, the bottom is tattered and torn as it was once too long for Reggie, but she wore it regardless. Over the time that she has owned it, is has been worn down to her size. It has been reinforced with brahmin hide on the elbows and right (firing) shoulder. Old cowboy boots which she had metal covers attached over the toes, as well as around the heels. Dingy roaming trader hat, sides tied up with boot strings to make like a cowboy hat. It is bent down steeply in the front and rear, covering most of her eyes. Tortoise shell sunglasses.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Vigilante

Faction: None

Backstory: Reggie, is the daughter of the once infamous Daniel, The Devil Dog, Jones. A name which he was called due to his reddish skin tone and pencil thin black moustache and pointed goatee, much like that of the old world depictions of the devil. Her mother, Michelle Torrez, was the long time lover of The Devil Dog. Born in a small settlement in Northern Arizona known as Tular, Reggie's mother ran a small time supplies shop, making her living selling to the passersby while Daniel would roam the surrounding area conducting his vigilante justice.

Reggie was a disappointment to Daniel at first, as he longed for a son to carry on his lineage. He and Michelle agree to naming their daughter Regina, so Daniel would call her by the name he had hoped his son would be named, Reggie. Daniel, in an feeble attempt to lead others to believe he had a son, forbid Michelle to let Reggie's hair grow long. Hence, she was quite the tomboy, up until she reached the adolescent years and began to mature into a young woman. She was ridiculed by the local boys, and took to fisticuffs on many an occasion. Daniel taught her to play poker, and she would not only hold her own in a fist fight, but would embarrass the boys in card games also. Always with an extra ace up her sleeve, she won the majority of the time.

The first time Daniel put a gun in Reggie's hands was on her thirteenth birthday. It was a beat up .22 caliber rifle, Daniel was pleased with the steady hands of Reggie. Over time Daniel taught her that her guns should be an extension of herself, "be one with your weapon," he told her. Daniel worked with his blossoming daughter, teaching her his ways and even going as far as having regular duels using blanks. Reggie's cat like reflexes, and keen eye sight proved their great value. At the slightest flinch, Reggie would regularly win their duels. Hand to hand, she has a vicious right hook and is nimble and quick. At sixteen, her father presented her with a restored Remington shot gun, something in which Reggie holds dear. Its blued body, and true sights enable Reggie to be dead on at one hundred yards, further in good weather.

Reggie trekked across the Mojave with her father, much to Michelle's dismay, creating a bond unlike any other she experienced. Living an outlaw type lifestyle, while bringing vigilante justice with them to each town they entered. One morning when Reggie awoke, her father sat by the smoldering campfire carving on her shotgun. Daniel handed it to her after he had finished, it read The Devil's daughter in Spanish. Three days later was the last time Reggie saw her father, nineteen and alone, she did what it took to survive.

Reggie took to her gambling, that provided her with many interesting items. One item in particular was the pieces of Jade that now adorn the handles of her pistol and Bowie knife. A knife in which caused her to be shunned from her home settlement of Tular. One of her cards fell from her sleeve, as alcohol dumbed her common sense. The man whom she had been beating hand over fist lunged at her with the Bowie knife, the tip cutting the right side of her face. He demanded his money back, Reggie's reply was her Magnum to the man's forehead, relieving his head of it's duty to carry his brain. She was ushered out and cursed to never set foot in Tular again.

No home, and just her belongings she had with her, Reggie went from town to town. Using her wits and arrogant charm to get would be lovers drunk and buy a room. They woke up both penniless and without boots. She would throw the boots on the roof of a nearby building, allowing her ample time to get away. Nobody other than tribals would venture on the hot grounds of the Mojave without boots. Reggie grew tired of this lifestyle, and the things that she heard about the NCR piqued her interest. But, her father had been a wanted man by the NCR for some time, so she took her mothers last name of Torrez.

Reggie was diligent in her efforts to become a soldier. She showcased her skill set, though able to survive most hand to hand combat, even though she was not as powerful as most, her shooting skills impressed. But, her bad attitude towards the Drill Instructor put an abrupt halt to her becoming an NCR soldier. She still wanders the Mojave seeking a more permanent home.

Name: Jamie T. Taylor 'J.T.'

Age: 39

six: male

Race: Human, Caucasian

Skills: J.T. has had Power Armor training, is skilled with small arms and rifles. He is gifted with the ability to play the guitar and sing.

Physical appearance: He is six feet tall, 170 pounds, long dirty blonde hair and scruffy beard, brilliant blue eyes. He has a scar across his back, from shoulder to shoulder, from a Raider’s sword.

Personality: JT is a charming, charismatic person. Prefers a mellow, laid back lifestyle. Some people think he's lazy, but he is quite quick when he needs to be. He can get along with almost anyone, but disrespect his mother, or guitar, and you have a problem. When JT is provoked, he does have a violent streak that will rear its ugly head, in part to his BoS training.

Weapons and armor: JT carries a hunting rifle, silenced 10mm pistol, and a switchblade. His clothing consists of brown work boots, worn out blue jeans, white tank top under a brown leather duster, with a pair of sunglasses. He also totes around his antique acoustic guitar, around his neck is a leather boot lace turned necklace. He places the guitar picks he makes onto it, usually around 6 or so.

Previous Occupation: He did serve in the Brotherhood, but chooses to leave that part of his life behind. He simply wanders around, settling at places from time to time.

Faction: None

Backstory: JT, the middle of three sons to Mitch and JoAnne Taylor, was raised in the ruins of Carson City, now referred to as Larson City because of Raiders. Mitch, a well-known businessman, helped a great deal with the rebirth of the city. He had rebuilt an old hotel into a casino of sorts. JoAnne managed the in house restaurant and kept tabs on the more permanent tenants. JT had met many, many people; some who stayed awhile would teach or show him different things. JT had a vast knowledge of many different skills, but not particularly great at to many of them. One day, when JT was sixteen, a beautiful girl around his age showed up, her name was Haley. Her parents planned to live there for a while. She carried a strange looking suitcase with her, JT introduced himself, and they had an almost instant friendship. When he inquired about the strange suitcase, she explained it was a guitar case, and eventually taught him to play it.

Over the course of the next two years, when JT wasn't working, the two of them were together. JT and Haley were inseparable, teenagers in love as JoAnne put it. JT developed a deep affection for music, particularly, the guitar. JT's father supported the Brotherhood of Steel immensely, he provided tech when he came across it, and finances. Mitch told the boys he was sending them for training that he had made a deal with the BoS. His brothers wanted nothing more but JT, wanted nothing to do with it. Mitch forced him to go anyways; JT was extremely bitter and sick of the thought of leaving Haley.

JT completed training, eventually going AWOL. He did not like many of the means the Brotherhood used to procure their 'new' tech. While he was away, Mitch began dabbling in other areas; one in particular was becoming a slaver. In his casino, if you borrowed from the casino and lost, you really lost. Mitch would own you, if the poor soul was lucky; they would only have to work for Mitch, whether in his fields, on his buildings, or as a casino prosttute.

When JT returned home five years later, Haley was a shadow or her former self. Much worse, JoAnne had passed due to a Jet overdose; Haley was now forced to be Mitch’s girl. JT, not only disgusted with his father’s new foray for making money, his now cruel demeanor and relentless pursuit of money and power. One night, while his father was passed out drunk, JT poisoned him. His brothers were killed serving the BoS, but JT was unaware of this, and he ultimately inherited his father’s businesses.

In an attempt to right what had been wronged. JT kept the savings of his fathers, but turned control of the casino over to the people Mitch had enslaved. Haley and JT ventured as far away from Larson as they could, eventually settling in a small town. They established a little restaurant, and enjoyed what they had; glad to be away from the haunting memories of Larson City. The couple wed, and all looked promising, they were even expecting a child. But Haley died during childbirth, JT was devastated, he had lost the woman that he loved and his child. JT left with no particular place set in his mind. That was when he was twenty six years of age, now thirteen years later; he continues to wander, carrying his two loves on his back. Haley's guitar and the gift of music she had shared with him in his guitar.

Name: Catharina (Cat) Bellamy

Age: 38

six: Female

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Medicine, Speech, Guns

Physical appearance: Cat stands tall with her 5’11” and weighs approx. 155 lbs. Her body has curves in the right places, and she had gained a few pounds while working in the research field, since it included lots of hours sitting in front of a computer. She keeps her black hair short and spikey. Her eyes are emerald green.
Fine lines around her eyes and mouth show that she’s quick to laugh, yet shadows below her eyes tell a different story.
Both arms show various old burn scars, some small as tiny as needle pin heads, some as large as a bottle cap.

Personality: Cat is a quiet person, but that doesn’t mean she is shy. On the contrary, she enjoys meeting people. Her positive energy shines like a beacon in the wasteland darkness. Others are drawn to her and making friends comes easy to her. However, she is not a push over. If she feels that someone is taking advantage of her good nature, she will issue a warning and if that person continues to push her, she will take appropriate action, usually involving the legal way, if there is one. Out in the wastes however, where there is no law, she knows how to deal with raiders, since she had learned to shoot a gun at an early age. However, a gun will always be a last resort. Cat is a diplomat at heart and tries to diffuse a situation through talk first.

Weapons & armour/clothing:
Sturdy boots, military camouflage pants, brown T-shirt, Leather Duster.
Favorite gun is a .45 auto pistol

(Previous) Occupation(s): Worked as a medic for several years with the Followers. Most of her medical knowledge comes from working with NCR Doctors in Hopeville.

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): Loosely associated with the Followers and NCR, but not a member.

Backstory: Cat was born in the L.A. Boneyard, out in California. Her parents decided that a big city was not the best place to raise their daughter and so they headed east, looking for a quiet place where they could settle down. Her mother was part of the Followers of the Apocalypse and had worked at the Boneyard Medical University. Her father was part of the Republic’s Reserve and had helped to bring law and order to the city. He had fought many raiders, who tried to undermine NCR rule.

They both left their lives behind, in order to give their daughter one. Cat had just turned five years old, when they began their long trek east, across dangerous territory. After a week of wandering, they finally crossed into the Mojave. The first town they came to was Primm and this is where they stayed. Cat’s childhood was filled with laughter and happiness, until the day came when her parents went out to look for supplies and never returned. Cat had just turned sixteen. Johnson and Ruby Nash took the girl in and Cat remained friends with the elderly couple to this day.

However, as soon as Cat turned twenty one, the Mojave called to her and she thought it was time she spread her wings and looked for her own destiny. At first, Cat headed to New Vegas, earned a living as a waitress for a while, but found the position lacking. She wanted more out of live, wanted to do good, wanted to help others, just like her parents. After a month of working at the Tops, she bid the Chairmen adieu and headed into Freeside to work with the Followers. Life was good, it had a meaning. The Followers sent her on various mission and many times they assigned her to head out with the NCR. She learned a lot from NCR Medics and soon became a skilled Combat Medic herself.

In the year 2274 the NCR offered her a permanent position at a new camp they had established in Hopeville, just a few miles outside of Primm. Cat accepted without hesitation and was happy to be close to her childhood home and to see the Nash’s on a regular basis.

A small community had settled in Hopeville and was carving out a new life for themselves. In a few years, it was thriving. They repaired the “High Road” and various businesses were established alongside the highway. Some of the six and seven story buildings were renovated to serve as apartment complexes. This community seemingly captured the prosperous image Cat had of pre-war America. She felt at home here. This was Hopeville’s time. Cat felt overcome with pride and honor to be part of something so glorious. She marveled at everyone’s drive and dedication. They had built something out of nothing and they watched it blossom over the years.

Cat’s contribution had not been a small one. She ran the Hopeville Clinic and had helped to build it with her own two hands. And then, she had fallen in love. Her fiancé, Matt Jackson, a Sergeant First Class in the NCR, could make her laugh and then told her that he adored the sound she made. At first, they met as doc and patient, he had been shot in the leg during a Legion conflict and been sent back to Hopeville. His injury wasn’t life threatening and Cat referred to it that tiny scratch that brought them together.

They spent two blissful years with each other and were talking about getting married in 2277. However, fate had other plans.

As the sun climbed into the sky, pronouncing a clear, bright day for a change, Cat hurried to the Hopeville Missile Silo to assist in various research studies. They looked at the storm patterns, at soil consistencies and various other data.

The earth began to shake an hour later. Cat’s first instinct was to run outside and help anyone who might be injured, to try and get everyone to safety, and then… Matt! The other two scientists ran out, to find their families. The ground convulsed and suddenly it stopped. Cat opened the door and was engulfed by a major dust cloud, which obscured her vision. She stumbled down the road, calling Matt’s name, calling her friends, trying to locate survivors. After a moment she almost tripped over a body and when she kneeled down next to him, her eyes fell onto the name tag. Ashes rained down on her, settling on her bare arms, leaving various sizes of burn marks.

“Matt,” she called his name and turned his face slowly towards her. Her blood froze in her veins at the sight of him. He looked like he had been skinned alive. He was dead, there was no pulse. She threw herself onto his chest and cried hot tears. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her arm and when she looked up, his eyes bore into hers. “Run,” he whispered and weakly pushed her away.

Cat’s scream never left her throat. Suddenly, she saw other marked men get up from where they had fallen and she knew that Hopeville was now a place of horror, death and destruction. And she ran.

Name:William Krios

Age: 30

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Guns, Repair, Survival. A little bit of science.

Medical Problems: Has asthma and requires a respirator. When short of breath, he has to put it on. In battle, he always has it on due to adrenaline rushing in and fear of get killed.

Physical appearance: Black Hair Smooth Wave, Rough Beard, Blue Eyes. 145 lbs.

Personality: William dosent like to talk a lot but is friendly when talkin people. He hates stupid questions. When threatened, he will usually try to tal them down in a civilized way. In the wastes, he is always wary with his gun ready. William is smart in machinery and hates it when someone messes it up.

Weapons & armour/clothing: Breathing Mask, Swat Ballistic Vest, Blue Jeans, White Shirt Inside. His armor is similar to Joshua Graham. Marksman Carbine, .45 pistol, Bowie Knife, and 2 throwing knives.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Former Engineer of the Desert Rangers.

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): Has former Desert Rangers friends down Mexico and knows about some of the former Desert Rangers part of NCR now.

Backstory: Was part of small town in Arizona called Pelagia. When he was 18, the Legion attacked enslaving his town. He escaped and joined up with the Desert Rangers. This was one year before they signed the Ranger Unification Treaty. He learned the technical skills from his dad becoming a engineer. He served as a engineer, making weapons, reapairing infastracture, etc. He was about to gain his Desert Ranger armor but the ranger treaty was signed and went down to Mexico with a few other former Rangers. They stayed there for for a helping small towns there learn how to fix machinery, infastracure and teaching them how to fight against the mobs, raiders, and drug cartels. After that, he decided to go back to Nevada by going through Legion territory in Arizona. He arrived there in Nipton, seeing it as a destroyed town and decided to help and also to find a permanent home.

Name: Claire Dawkins

Age: 28

six: Female

Skills: Being subjected to harsh training, mad her efficient in many types of Guns. She is a effective Melee and Unarmed fighter. She is proficient in any small arms. She is also a smooth talker, being trained in the art of bartering and speech. She also wanted to train as a Nurse but being with the CIA hampered her time to learn and only knows basic first aid.

Personality: She has a cold, menacing and deceptive personality, showing no remorse for her enemies but that changed. When she was found out to be indoctrinated, she became somewhat more fienldier and nice. She is a bit quiet but likes to talk. Though, she still retains her cold blooded personality from back then.

Weapon and Armor/Clothing: MP5 and Heckler and Koch Mark 23. 6 throwing knives and 2 combat knives.

Previous Occupation: CIA Operative, SOC Assassin

Faction: None

Backstory: Born on 2254, Claire Dawkins was born in Crescent City on the shores of California. Yet, that city itself was the site of the CIA (California Intelligence Agency). Crescent City itself is used as a metonym when referring to the CIA. She had two sisters and 2 brothers. She was the youngest. On 2266, her 13th Birthday, her parents started to train her and like her siblings in the art of intelligence, and killing. She was subjected to harsh training, testing her psyche, and strength. This turned her from a normal kid into a quiet and fearless killer, and indoctrinating her to serve the NCR unwillingly, never questioning their orders. Though, her and her 2 sisters were the only one who passed ironically. Her first brother became a researcher and the second one became a disillusioned NCR Colonel

On the age of 18, 2272, she officially joined the CIA and became an operative of Alpha Cell. She participated in many clandestine missions alone or with other operatives. On one mission in the Baja, she killed a stubborn village of tribals who refused to be integrated with the NCR. On 2281, when NCR was in Nevada, was sent to Northern Nevada to destroy a Brotherhood of Steel Chapter operating there. She pretended to be a trader, and they let her into their base. She sabotaged there main reactor and stole their plans and secrets. She came back home to Crescent but was disillusioned with the NCR. Her parents where dead by then (Old Age). Sifting through the files of the CIA database, she found out she was indoctrinated by her parents. She was mad and angry at her parents. She tried to tell her siblings but did not believe her. Only her brother who a Colonel in the NCR Army. On 2282, during a deep mission into the Baja to find out the “Chasing Ghosts”, died when she was exploring a cave which cave on her but…..it was fake. She faked her death and the NCR putted her on the casualty list. She then changed her face, at headed back to NCR and became a assassin for the Sons of California (SOC). She was actually proud to be serving the SOC, who wanted to stop the NCR from falling at any cost and valued her experience. She assassinated many NCR officials and military officials who supported Kimball and the Warhawks. But on 2283, she was tasked to assassinated President Kimball during his State of the Union. She failed because her sister was there and thwarted her. Not only that, SOC was compromised and driven underground. She escaped, heading west to Nevada to escape from NCR and to find a new life.

Name: Ace Makovich

Age: 31

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Energy weapons, repair, science

Physical appearance: 5’10 & 220lbs. Light brown hair with hazel eyes. Due to his training he is well built. Likes to keep his hair short but long enough to comb forward. He has slightly pale skin due to living in a bunker for so long.

Personality: Had always been reclusive and quiet. Ever since Helios One, he's become more outspoken and will make his opinion known when needed. Really opens up when he is drinking and might actually make a good companion.

Weapons & armor/clothing: He wears an engineer’s jumpsuit but wears an old bulletproof vest underneath, as well as a pair of black boots. Has his scribe robe but he keeps it in his pack. Carries a plasma defender, but leaves it in his pack due to forgetting to bring enough energy cells. Currently uses a 10mm SMG with a few cartridges of ammo. Due to his main training as scribe he doesn’t like using weapon unless strictly necessary and even then he feels guilty. He also carries a combat knife hidden in his boot.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Scribe for the Brotherhood, professional drunk

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): BOS

Backstory: Ace was once a brilliant scribe for the BOS. There never was a project or problem too hard for him to figure out and resolve. Alongside many of the other BOS member he participated at Helios One before it was taken over by the NCR. His main task was resolving the power issues and rerouting them to the weapon, but realized they were missing the transmitter (Euclid's C-Finder).

He loved his job and discovering old world tech and experimenting with it whenever he got a chance. What made it even greater was working along the girl of his dreams and current wife. She was paladin and a soldier, a complete opposite to his persona. She was tough and hardy, never shy of expressing her opinion and using a weapon whenever possible to fix her problems.

When Helios one was overrun and McNamara called for a retreat to hidden valley, his wife stayed behind ensuring the scribes made it out safely. Knowing he would leave willingly without her, she knocked him and had her squire carry him to the Bunker. When he came to and found out that she died defending the retreat, he hit the bottle hard to escape his sorrow. Ever since he became more desolate and avoided people. His work started to add up and became a burden on the other members. McNamara called him into his chambers and told him that until he gets his act together he would have to leave. In order to help him, he authorized for him to take y two weapons and a combat knife from the armory as well as supplies from the mess hall and some of the local currency of caps.

Name: Lisa Rodgers

Age: 32

six: Female

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Energy weapons, Guns, Unarmed

Physical appearance: 5’1 & 135 lbs. Blond hair with blue eyes. Due to her training she is physically built. She keeps her hair at medium length, but always messy due to the PA helmet. She has slightly pale skin due to living in a bunker for so long and for wearing the armor.

Personality: She is friendly and very open but opinionated. Yet in battle, she is cooled headed and will do whatever it takes to win. Does not understand the meaning of no, and if you say anything about her height, watch out.

Weapons & armor/clothing: She wears T-51b power armor and helmet. Whenever not wearing it she sports a camouflage reinforced combat armor Mk II, but no helmet (she calls it her casual wear) Weapons she carries a Gauss Rifle, along with a plasma defender and two combats knives in her boots, when wearing casual wear.

Occupation(s): Paladin for the Brotherhood, member of the Circle of Steel

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): BOS

Back-story: She grew up in Lost Hills were she trained from a young age to become a soldier. She was always teased about her height by the others, and she harnessed that anger to become top of her class. She rose through the ranks quickly and caught the eyes of the High Elder. Anyone she was pitted against she was able to beat with ease.

During the NCR/BOS war, she was dispatched from Lost Hill to the Mojave Wasteland with a company of knights. She fought and killed many NCR troopers, she was ecstasy fighting and killing. Having the highest kill ratio she came to report directly to Elder Elijah. She found him to be a charismatic leader and admired him. Since she reported to Elijah, she got to meet and became friends. However, in the last few days at Helios One she came to see him as a lunatic that needed to be removed.

After the retreat, and defeat at NCR hands she remained in Hidden Valley, but along certain members and elders they founded the Circle of Steel. She wanted the pleasure to hunt down Elijah, but that pleasure was given to Christine Royce. Instead, she remained in hidden valley to keep an eye on things. She saw Ace’s downfall from Senior Scribe to banishment, she hated what happened and wanted to help him but she owed allegiance to McNamara and the Circle.

Soon enough she would get a chance to see him again, but this time was to keep an eye on him, and if need be get rid of him.

Name: Ryan Mitchell
Age: 38
six: Male
Race: Caucasian
Skills: Being an ex-Ranger, Ryan has many of their skills with none of their authority over him. He can track, trap, and pull off shots some would say were crazy. He knows his medical stuff ( enough to keep him alive ) and can keep his guns in top form. Other than his guns, ranging, medical needs, and his unarmed prowess Ryan sees little need for any other skills.

Physical Appearance: Ryan has an athletic body from his tenure in the Rangers and has maintained it by pushing his limits constantly. His face is full with warm brown eyes. He's clean cut at all times but has a full head of brown hair that's never styled. He stands at 6'3 and weighs 210 pounds.

Personality: Ryan dislikes authority and anyone abuses the little guy. He is a free spirit, not really caring about much. He does however like to protect others since he is able to. He harbors an extreme hatred for the Legion, wishing them all dead. It is the only NCR tradition he carries on. He likes his drink and living a free life. He fears no-one.

Weapons: Ryan fancies himself a pistolero and has become a master of one-handed gun handling. He keeps a .45 pistol ( Colt 1911 ), 12.7mm pistol, and a modded Ranger Sequoia for special occasions. He only carries one rifle that he only uses when he knows he'll need some long-range weaponry, an old Brush Gun with an added scope.

Armor: Advanced Riot Gear ( w/ helmet ). He wears the trench coat over a Ranger casual outfit, keeping the actual armor and helmet for dire situations.

Previous Occupations: Former NCR Ranger Vet, he quit after seeing things like Bitter Springs for too long.

Faction: None, only a few friends from his ranging days. He severed all ties he had with the NCR.

Backstory: Ryan was born to two homeless parents whom he never met, as they were killed by unknown assailants soon after his birth. The small baby was found by an old NCR serviceman named Jerry Mitchell who raised him as his own and even gave Ryan his names, he also told him stories of how glorious the NCR is. Old Jerry lived in McCarran and brought Ryan home with him after finding him on a walk outside of the base. The old man named was kind but knew that young Ryan must learn to be strong and independent to live in the post-apocalypse. He taught Ryan to shoot, to patch himself up, and how to fight unarmed. Ryan learned over the long years, he grew to love the NCR. The young boy heard of them all the time, and aspired to become the best of them one day. Being around the soldiers only strengthened his resolve, they were his heroes.

At 18 the boy enlisted in the military, the NCR took him regardless for they needed able and willing men. Ryan's first mission went well, though it was only a routine Fiend-purging. The young man fought hard and earned all he got. The other men liked their new comrade, he was always joking and helping them along their way. The boy made quick friends will his troop and even the Rangers took notice of him, they watched him closely for years.

At 24 after numerous promotions and serving faithfully for 6 years, he was extended an offer to join the ranks of the Rangers. He accepted immediately, very near to completing his dream. After so long he'd become a Ranger of the NCR, he was among his heroes. The others were happy to have him though some were jealous and looked down on him. Ryan worked just as hard, taking every chance to help his fellows and racking up a respectable kill count of Fiends and Legion. He moved outposts from time to time but stayed alert always. He was rather envious of the 1st Recon men, but knew he was lucky to be where he was.

Ryan worked for years and years until he was awarded the title of Ranger Vet at age 30. He was ecstatic and he rushed back to McCarran to receive his black armor. But he learned he must go to old Chief Hanlon to get his prize. He journeyed to Camp Golf and found the Chief, where he then attained his ultimate gift. He donned the armor and felt his whole life's dream finally come true. Hanlon commended the new Vet, saying Ryan was an asset and credit to the Rangers. Ryan served on with continued distinction.

But Ryan began to see the darker side of the NCR's operations. Witnessing massacres and seeing " uprisings " put down. Innocents were killed and Ryan took part. He felt he was doing the right thing, that the NCR was doing what had to be done. But when Bitter Springs came to pass, Ryan saw through the veil. Just a day later old Jerry passed, Ryan's faith was crushed. He quit the Rangers and left on his own. Taking his armor and weapons, and even stealing a Ranger Sequoia for his trouble. He also saw a derelict sit of advanced riot gear scavenged from somewhere sitting in an armory, he took suit's more advanced tech and found an engineer to install it all into his own suit.

Ryan wandered for years, helping those who needed it. The grizzled vet stayed in towns occasionally to help with keeping peace. He killed any Legionnaries he saw, Fiends too. The NCR left him alone. The ex-Ranger Vet crusaded against the same old enemies. After so much hardship though, he remained his old fun-loving self.

Now's he's decided little Nipton could use a hand in the harsh world.

Name: Steve Cousland

Age: 32

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Steve is skilled with small arms, bartering for goods and repair, capable of fixing most machines & robot. although likey to be unneeded, Steve can knows how to drive vehicles.

Physical appearance: Steve is 6’2 with a slight athletic built. Steve is clean shaven with short Black hair with somewhat pale skin. Navy blue eyes, Steve also has slash mark scar on his face and a couple on his chest…

Personality: Steve is friendly man but who can get along with most people, often changes his attitude based on who he’s talking too.

Weapons: Steve’s weapons include a 5.56 pistol with black synthetic grip and a flare gun. Although not a weapon Steve also has a Mr handy robot called “Jimmy” which he uses to store his item and cook food.

Armour/clothing: Steve wears a black collared shirt with rolled-up sleeves & slightly dirty white tie, black trousers with matching combat boots and Leather belt with a pistol holster attracted to it.
Steve also has his old NCR engineer jumpsuit and beret which he keep stored inside his Mr handy robot along with this toolkit and other items.

(Previous) Occupation(s): raider, prisoner, NCR engineer- Mechanized division

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): originally NCR but is no longer apart of them, he is still however a Citizen.

Backstory:
Steve was born in 2251 in the capital of the NCR to a pair of farm labourers and from an early age Steve had shown a knack for fixing things, getting training and schooling from the Follower Steve was set to become a successful engineer….

Fate had other ideas for Steve and on his 17^th birthday both his parents died and although he could have stayed the followers he decided to find his uncle who lived in the Hub..

Rreaching the hub however Steve fell in with a bad crowd and then went on to join a local gang.. And for the next few years Steve stayed in the gang, using the knowledge he gained with the followers to repair the gangs armour and weapons. With improved weapons and armour and leadership of “ace” the gang soon clawed its way up to the top the food chain, becoming the biggest gang in the hub…

This however brought the attention of the authorities and shortly afterwards almost entire gang was captured or killed during a raid on their hideout… Steve was one of ones captured and was soon convicted of being a raider but under the name “Sam Cooper” having lied about his name….

“Sam” was then sent to one of the NCR Correctional Facilities being set up to help build train lines or something but escaped within days after having friend bribe a guard to give him a stealth boy.

Using the stealth boy Steve broke out of broke prison but was now a wanted man…. So Steve decided to hide on the one place no-one would everlook for the him… the NCR army!

Enlisting in the Army, Sam’s engineering skills got him placed in Mechanized division and once finishing his training Steve was stationed at Camp McCarran working on the vehicles that the NCR had managed to get working…

Several years later when the NCR was kicked out of the Mojave by the courier Steve decided to stay and spent the next year visiting places in the Mojave such as Jacobstown and the repcon offices were he found and repair his Mr handy robot.

Steve is continuing his journey looking for a place to settle down in…

Name: Samantha “Sam” Jenkins

Age: 26

six: Female

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Guns, melee weapons, and unarmed

Physical appearance: She is 5’ 6”, 130 lbs, has the right curves that attract most men. Told to be very good looking, and she uses it to her advantage when necessary. Has long red hair, with bright green eyes, pearly white teeth.

Personality: Cruel, cunning, and charming. She does whatever it takes to fulfill her contract. Will not let anything get in the way. Uses her personality and sixuality as a means to an end and will not hesitate to use it to her advantage. Made a name for herself in the

Weapons & armor/clothing: Wears regular combat armor with a black duster. She uses a Chinese Officer’s sword, and carries two silenced N99 10mm pistols, as well as two combats knives that are kept behind her back.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Contract killer,

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): Littlehorn and Associates

Back-story: Sam was born and raised in the Capital wasteland. She was orphaned at a very young age and took her of herself ever since. Luckily she found refuge within a raider group. From a young age she was taught to be vicious cold. Unlike the other Raiders, she wasn’t not as blood thirsty as they were, and when she could she left the group. She used her fighting skills to her advantaged and assaulted a merchant, killing him and taking everything he owned. She sold most things and made her way to Tenpenny Tower. She knew she would need caps to live there so she took it to assaulting unsuspecting wastelanders and robbing them blind, and when necessary killing them. Her actions caught the attention of Daniel Littlehorn where he offered her a position and took her in as his protégé and adopted daughter.

She quickly rose through the ranks and made a name for herself within the organization. She made it a specialty of hers to stealthily kill her marks by disguising herself. Many times she prosttuted herself and after finishing the act she would kill the mark or if running low on caps rob the client blind. Due to her actions she became one of the associates and field contacts for the other members. However, the Regulators soon learned of her role and began sending teams out to kill her. Littlehorn found out about the plot to kill her through one of his contacts and dispatched Sam out west to open a branch of the organization out west. He wasn’t really interested in opening a branch out west but he felt it necessary to get her to safety.

She made her way out west, but along the way she fought many Regulators. She became fascinated by the Legion when she crossed into their territory but their treatment of women led her to continued out west. She heard a lot about the Mojave and how easy it was to make one’s fortune there at New Vegas. On her way to New Vegas she sees a small town and decides to stop there and resupply, and see if she could find an easy mark to perhaps help her out.

Name: Jennifer "Jenny" Wilson

Age: 18

six: Female

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Speech, Survival, and Sneak

Physical appearance: She is 5’ 4”, 110 lbs, She has dark black hair, and has brown eyes. She is a tad short, and skinny, she has some slight curves, but none that would make most men turn their heads. She was malnourished for most of her life, and it affected her growing. She is not flat chested, but not big enough to write home about. She actually prefers it this way that way she can go about unnoticed. She wears simple leather loafers, that when she is sneaking around are very quiet, but do not provide a lot of protection if she were to hit something.

Personality: She is very timid, and quiet. She is very reserved, and will only talk once she gets to know someone and feels safe.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Wears a pair of torn blue jeans. She wears tight fitting orange undershirt that shows her belly button and tattered overshirt to cover her shoulders and briast area. She carries a knife given to her as a small girl by her father before he abandoned both her and her mother. Aside from that she carries a walking stick that is very thick, she uses it on her travels and to defend herself. She abhors guns, and will not use them under any circumstances.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Waitress at the Kings Club

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): None, she is just a child of Freeside, working mainly for the Kings.

Back-story: Born in Freeside she was with both her parents until she was 6. Before her father abandoned both her, and her mother, he gave a knife as gift to his daughter. It is the only such weapon that she likes to use when she needs to defend herself. Her mother barely scrapped by to sustain them and eventually she passed away leaving her alone at the young age of 10.

She roamed alone by herself around Freeside, and many sought to take advantage of her, and succeeded. The only person that showed her compassion was Julie Farkas of the Followers. She provided Jenny with a place to sleep and food. Due to the experience with her father and other men in Freeside, she has learned to hate and distrust most of them.

Eventually she got a job working at the King’s club. Due to her hard work The King himself protected her, and ensured no one would try anything with her. She liked working there, an they provided her with many comforts and skills. It was there where she learned to defend herself in hand to hand combat, and where The King gave her the walking stick she uses for her defense. Eventually, she decided to leave and find her own luck in the Mojave, she heard stories of Nipton and headed there.

Name: Ajax Chambers
Age: 30
six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Skills: Anthony was born a raider and has been around violence his whole life. He’s used all kinds of weapons to kill people in his life time but he’s most skilled with rifles and blunt objects, specifically a baseball bat. Anthony’s not the most intelligent wastelander there is, he’s definitely not stupid or dumb but he was only taught how to survive. He barely knows how to read and his only real knowledge is of the wasteland.

Physical appearance: Anthony is 6 foot 2 and weighs 180lbs. He is physically fit with very toned muscles and he has a deep tan from constantly being out in the wasteland sun. His eyes are a deep blue and his hair is short and unkempt and is as black as the midnight sky. He also has a small goatee.

Backstory: Anthony was born into a small raider gang called the Punishers. He was taught how to survive from an early age and he took his first life at the age of six. By the time Anthony was sixteen he was like any other raider in the Mojave, he was using drugs, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes and killing people. Unlike most of the other members in the gang Anthony never did one thing, and that was [censored] anyone. He had more respect than that, in fact he would often get made at fellow gang members who did [censored] someone if the right people were around.

Eventually Anthony got sick of the raider life and was starting to lose respect for himself for still rolling with the Punishers. On his last raid Anthony along with three other Punishers attacked a small group of people who were living in campers, one of the men in his group found a mother and her two young daughters and waited until the rest of the group finished the other off. Once there was no more gunfire the man called the group over to see what he had found, everyone but Anthony started to cheer. They grabbed the girls and threw them to the ground but before they could do anything more to them Anthony shot the three Punishers to death and fled to New Vegas. He moved into Freeside and lived there for years. Eventually he got into trouble with some local gangsters and he fled to the rebuilt town of Nipton.

Personality: Anthony grew up around rude, rowdy and violent people but he was never like them. He always had something called respect. Despite the fact he killed ‘innocent’ people he was always a caring individual who actually had kindness. He was pretty much forced to hide his true personality around his raider brethren in fear of being ridiculed or even worse, killed. When Anthony turned on his fellow raiders and became a citizen of Freeside he was finally free to be himself and he’s been happy ever since.

Weapons & armour/clothing: Anthony only has a couple pairs of jeans and some t-shirts, and as for armor he has a suit of leather armor and the chest guard from a suit of combat armor. As for weapons, Anthony has a .308 hunting rifle, a .44 magnum and a combat knife.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Raider

Faction: None

Name: Adamus “Chester Osiris”

Age: 25

six: Male

Race: African American

Backstory: Adamus was born into the Legion and was trained to be a warrior from birth. He proved to be a quick leaner and excelled in his training, and as the years passed he grew more and more deadlier. When Adamus turned sixteen he was made into a full Legionnaire, but instead of being put into a Contubernia like most Legion recruits, he was instead placed in the Frumentarii. Adamus thrived in his new environment and became one of Caesars personal agents.

Around the time the First Battle for Hoover Dam took place, Adamus was doing a personal mission for Caesar in Arizona. When he returned to Caesar he was disappointed to hear that the Legion had lost, but he made a wise decision not to mention it to Caesar. Adamus started to work with Vulpes Inculta and one day they travelled to Nipton where Vulpes came up with his own lottery. Vulpes gave everyone a lottery ticket and started to announce numbers, the first lot were the lucky losers because they got decapitated, it was a quick death they were unworthy of. The next bunch were crucified, Adamus was responsible for three crucifixions. Then the rest of the people were enslaved except for two Powder Gangers, one was let go with no harm whatsoever and the other had his legs smashed. Adamus killed countless citizens of Nipton that day and is proud of himself for doing so.

When the Second Battle of Hoover Dam took place the Legion lost, but so did the NCR. Unfortunately the Legion lost Caesar and Legate Lanius took his place. This had no affect on the Frumentarii and they continued their work. Eventually Adamus decided to take the name Chester Osiris and became a wastelander, after he heard Nipton had been rebuilt he decided he’d become a citizen of the town and burn it to the ground like he did before.

Skills: Adamus is an amazing warrior, his weapons of choice are swords and spears, but he knows that you won’t survive in the wasteland long with just swords and spears. He’s proficient with guns, but not nearly as much as he is with a sword. On top of that being in the Frumentarii had made him very stealthy and sneaky.

Physical appearance: Adamus is very dark and has an athletic build, he stands at six foot five and weighs 228lbs. He has a square face and dark brown eyes, he’s also bald. Adamus also has a few scars on his body.

Personality: Adamus is a dark man who has little regard for human life, he is willing to do anything for the Legion, anything. To his fellow Legionaries, Adamus is kind and respectful but everyone else is a profligate and Adamus doesn’t acknowledge profligates.

Weapons & armour/clothing: Adamus would normally be in his Legion armor but since he’s decided to go undercover in Nipton so he’s wearing a dirty, light brown long sleeve shirt with black dress pants a pair of combat boots. As for weapons, Adamus has a basic longsword that he scavenged from a house and a 9mm pistol.

Faction: Caesars Legion

Name: Peter Van Heerdan

Age: 20

six: Male

Race: Caucasian

Skills: An extremely talented rhetorician. Extremely proficient with small guns. Knows how to cheat at gambling games and can lock-pick
decently. Knows how to use a knife proficiently as well.

Physical appearance: Peter prefers the pre-war look

Personality: Peter is usually a kind person, except if you provoke him. His anger can flare at a moments notice, and only a few people (such as his
wife) can calm him down. Almost never gets angry at his wife or kids.

Weapons & armour/clothing: A 9MM pistol, knife, and ammo. Has a couple of suits and hats.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Former NCR trooper.

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): None

Backstory: Peter was born in a farm near the Boneyard to a moderately wealthy family. At the age of 16 he eloped with a girl named Mary. In need of money to support her and his soon to be family, he joined the NCR army. For two years he did not see his wife or daughters, and was not granted vacation time. To his delight, he was wounded during the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and was discharged soon after. Disenfranchised with the NCR, he packed his bags and went East, not knowing where his road might take him.

Name: Henry Kirven
Age: 26
six: male
Race: Caucasian
Skills: Barter, small firearms like rifles and pistols, very skilled in melee weapons, animal care, hunting
Physical appearance: six feet five inches, strong build, very athletic, clean shaven, short curly hair. Hazel eyes, body is crisscrossed with scars and burns
Personality: Friendly, accepting, can be a real [censored] sometimes, jokes around to help deal with his deep depression, quick to anger if provoked, has been known to have outbursts of uncontrolled rage, can be very brutal if he feels he needs to be
Weapons & armor/clothing: Patchwork leather and hide armor with wolf fur around the collar, necklace with a copper pendent displaying a fist clasped around a thunder bolt, when out in the desert or fighting he wears a face wrap goggles and leather cap, Weapons: Bolt action rifle with scope, .45 revolver, curved homemade machete, combat knife, submachine gun
(Previous) Occupation(s): Raider and trader for the Storm Caller tribes
Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc.): Storm Call tribes, individual
Backstory: Henry grew up in the lands of the Storm Caller tribes in Eastern Kansas along the Missouri river. Kansas was forever changed by the Great War for now atomic tornadoes sweep across the land destroying everything. To combat this the Storm Callers travel through the worst areas via underground warrens dug by giant mutated mole rats. Henry and his people have learned how to train these beasts for a multitude of tasks. Henry has had a troubled past after being orphaned at the age of eleven when a rival tribe called the Scorpionz attacked and butchered his family and friends. Henry later grew up to be a brutal raider known beheading his enemies and taking their heads as trophies. Henry left his tribe at the age of 26 to seek his own path, he has since ended up in the Mojave and wishes to have a new life where people would not know of his past deeds. But such deeds cannot be forgotten or pushed aside.

Preamble

We the new citizens of Nipton, in a time of need, have come together to write down these here our laws. Nipton desolate and set apart from the world, owes allegiance to no one. Nipton is sacred neutral ground upon which, who you owe allegiance does not matter. Our citizens have left their lives behind and begun a new. The forge of friendship and strength is what will make us prosper.


Nipton Bill of Rights;
This government has been created to protect the governed, not the governing. In order to provide the public with full and accurate information, to promote efficient administration management, to make government more accountable, and to insure to persons fair and equitable treatment, the following rights are guaranteed:

(1)Convenient Access: Every person has the right to transact Town business with a minimum of personal inconvenience. It shall be the duty of the Mayor (1), the town council (4) and the town manager (1) to provide, within budget limitations, reasonably convenient access to public utilities, place for registration and voting, and for transacting business within the town

(2) Truth in Government: No town official shall knowingly furnish false information on any public mater, nor knowingly omit significant facts when giving requested information to a citizen of our town.

(3) Right to be Heard: As long as orderly conduct of public business may be maintained, any citizen has the right to appear before the town council to voice his concerns regarding any public matter involving the town. The Council shall schedule a convenient time for any citizen to be heard, and shall adopt and agenda procedure and schedule hearings in a manner that will enhance the opportunity for public participation.

(4) Right to order: The council shall elect a sheriff at the recommendation of the Mayor. Such sheriff, will be tasked with keeping law and order in our town and shall be entitled to a number of deputies that will be determined by budgetary constraints. The Council with the recommendation of both the Mayor and Sheriff shall determine a holding area to keep those that break the laws.

(5) Right to fair process: It shall be the duty of the Sheriff and deputies to keep the peace and to arrest, when deemed necessary, anyone that breaks the law. Such person shall be sent to the holding area and will appear before the Council to be prosecuted. A council will determine the fate of the unlawful citizen and will set upon judgment that fits the crime. In order to ensure fair trial, one council member will serve as prosecutor and one will serve as defendant. The remaining two plus the mayor shall act as judge and jury.

(6) Right to governance: The Mayor will appoint a town manager whose position will require approval by the Council. The town Manager shall direct the finances of the town, maintaining a yearly budget. It shall be the duty of the Town Manager to act as Mayor anytime the Mayor is away from the town.