» Sat Mar 13, 2010 12:09 pm
{Basic(s)}
Name: Tater
Nickname: Tate
Age: 47
Race/Species: Deathclaw
Hometown: Vault 13
Occupation: Mercenary
{Physical}
Eyes: Suffers from complete Heterochromia, left is Hazel while right is Blue
Hair: None, though possesses short spikes along his back
Body: More Humanoid than a normal Deathclaws, strong and well-muscled
Face: Elongated and pointed, though a bit shorter than most Deathclaws
Height: 8, 3
Weight: 267 lbs
{Equipment}
Weapons: 1x Deathclaw Gauntlet, he will sometime use this in close range to make up for his short claws
1x Scoped Hunting Rifle
Armor: Crude cloth outfit made from scraps that have been sewn together which covers his entire body, has a hood which he keeps thrown over his head to cover his horns, iron plates that fit over his chest, forearms, and shins, Leather patches that cover his thighs, abdomen and upper arms that are sewn into the cloth outfit, he wears a black cloth mask with eyeholes over his face which has bits of broken hockey masks sewn into it
Items:
14 magazines for Rifle
80 caps
3 Stimpacks
2 Med-X
Rucksack carrying 5x Brahmin steak, 10x Mole Rat meat, 8x Dog meat, 6x Bloatfly meat and 3 gallon jugs of irradiated water (being a Deathclaw he needs to consume more than a human)
{Personality}
Tate is holds the deep moral views of his clan intact, but after witnessing the ruthless slaughter of his entire family he became withdrawn and less merciful as his previous family was, he places little stock in life, even his own, seeing to make the most of his time here, carving out and surviving whenever and wherever he can, he has decided that if his death may come, so be it, even though he has so little faith in humanity he still avoids killing needlessly, he helps those in need, but only if it doesn't blow his cover, or spell death or excessive trouble for himself
{Background}
(For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, this is the baby Deathclaw that hung out around the Mother Deathclaw in Vault 13 in Fallout 2, his name is a reference to the only word he could say, "p-o-t-a-t-e-r")
Tate was born prematurely and was the only Deathclaw that had been born at the time that the Enclave invaded Vault 13, when the sounds of fighting broke out the Mother turned to her son, she rushed to the side of the cavern and with her massive strength quickly dug out a spot for the little Deathclaw, she looked him in the eyes "little one, you are our last hope, wait in her till the sounds stop, then dig yourself and run, flee, go as far as your legs will take you and don't stop until you are absolutely sure of your own security, don't look back" and with that she swiped the dirt over him, hiding him, then turned and let out a bestial roar and ran to meet her death, the tiny Deathclaw shivered amongst the cold earth and his Mother's words, which didn't make entire sense to him, he sat for hours listening to the sound of his family dying and slowly fell asleep to it, when he awoke the sounds had stopped, so he dug his way out, he looked around the cavern to the sight of his brothers and sisters eggs smashed, some of his siblings broken and mangled bodies lay on the ground, covered in yolk and blood and dirt, he slowly made his way out of the vault, passing the remains of his family and dead Enclave soldiers, everyone had died, everyone, he found his Mother near the entrance, she had fought valiantly but in the end succumbed to hundreds of plasma scorches, he lay beside her and wept, a dry bleating sound, soft tears rolled down his scaly cheeks, after many hours he steeled himself for what he must do next, he ran from the vault, ran and ran, he eventually found a vast library, abandoned and empty, though blown apart in several places, it was no matter to him, it would offer shelter and was a source of knowledge, he found a nice place under some toppled bookshelves and collapsed, he awoke later and spent a few years in the library, learning all he could, he never reached the intelligence of Goris, but he was reached the level of an average human, though his speech was stunted due to his inability to actually interact with other humans and practice, he made crude metal and scraps of cloth into an outfit that would hide his appearance, because of his premature birth he stood more upright and his claws were shorter, as was his tail, he was just as powerful and agile as any Deathclaw but this helped him hide his appearance more easily, allowing him to engage in battle and many activities without taking his outfit off, he traveled extensively from this point, working as a mercenary when he could
