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: 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: Danielle 'Danny' Johnson

Age: 28

six: Female

Race: Caucasian

Skills: rifles, field medicine, lock picking, survival

Physical appearance: Danny is 5’ 8” with long auburn hair and has golden brown eyes. She is physically fit and attractive. Her arms are covered at all times due to her upper body being heavily scarred. It’s a part of her she doesn’t like talking about.

Personality: She is gruff and takes no attitude from everyone.

Weapons & armor/clothing: She wears a pair of desert camouflaged combat armor with long sleeves. She has added padding to muffle sounds and allow her to stealthily come up on a target.

She carries a silenced snipers rifle and a silenced SMG. She carries plenty of ammo at all times as well as an arsenal of various grenades for when the circumstances warrant their need.

She also carries a large Bowie knife that she uses when in a tight spot. For the most part she dislikes using melee weapons but is proficient in their use when required. Any time a contract calls for stealth she carries a garrote around with her to easily take down enemies.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Bounty Hunter

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

Backstory: Danny’s family were Enclave remnants and true devout believers in their cause. Once they were disbanded and dispersed her family moved out to the middle of nowhere where she was born and raised. Her father and mother raised her and taught her survival skills and everything she knows about fighting.

She always heard about the values and honor of the enclave and their cause but she could give a damn. She was a rebel and didn’t care for what they had to say and once she was 15 she left home with her father’s sniper rifle and mom’s SMG. She believed she was ready to be on her own. However, she was caught off guard one day without her equipment and she suffered for it.

After escaping from her captors, she managed to make her way back to her hideout and retrieved her equipment. Ever since that day she’s been careful to always be armed and never trust anyone. In order to survive she began taking on bounties that were put out by anyone and soon made a name for herself to always get her mark.

She decided she had spent long enough time on the road and wanted to settle down somewhere. She’d heard that Nipton was a happening town and decided it would make the best place for her to start a new life. Hell with its location she could come across some good contracts as well.

Name: Daniel "Dan" Ansem

Age: 25

six: Male

Race: Caucasian/ White

Skills: He is very persuasive, handsome, skilled with guns and blades, and is an expert tracker.

Physical appearance: Dan is what people would call a "handsome" man. His charms help him while he is trying to catch a criminal.
He is 6' 1" and has Dark Brown hair. He has some stubble growing for a sole patch.

Personality: Dan is charming, and will do almost anything to catch his targets, who are usually criminals or rivaling business members

Weapons & armour/clothing: Dan uses a hunting rifle, which is carried in a duffle bag. He wears a duffle bag, Sunglasses that represent Aviators, and wears formal clothing, that looks like Dean Domino's Tux (Except not battered)

(Previous) Occupation(s): NCR 1st Recon and NCR Criminal Trackers

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

Backstory: When Dan was born in California he grew up in a middle class family, with enough money. He learned how to hunt animals at age 10 for food, to sell and keep. At age 12 he learned how to use a rifle by shooting Geckos in the head. At age 14 Dan was living the NCR lifestyle, wanting to be a soldier and kept training. He joined the NCR at age 18 and quickly excelled in rifles and marksmanship. They made him a Sniper & Recon and when he passed that at age 19 he enlisted in the 1st Recon battalion.

After one mission where he and his spotter got attacked by an unknown Legion hit squad. His spotter was killed and he ran. It still haunts him so he settled for MP for a while. It was way too easy for him so he asked command if there was something harder.

They saw how well he did at his job so at age 23 they let him join the NCR Criminal Trackers. Basically he tracked down people, found them, and arrested or killed them. On rare occasions there would be a pesky mimicking group who he would infiltrate and destroy them from the inside. He wears fancy clothing after he found an old Pre-War book that talked about a man named James Bond. He does many things that this James does and it usually works well when he is infiltrating.

His new mission is to find Kyle Grant, a man who had stole money from the NCR and the Casinos.

Name: Claudio Kerrigan
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Caucasian/Hispanic

Physical Description: Claudio is tall and thin for his age. He hasn't quite grown into his body yet which leaves him a bit awkward and gangly. Careful observation would prove that Claudio will grow up to be a handsome man. He has sharp green eyes and black hair that he keeps short. He has a lightly tanned complexion. He has burn scars all over his body and his arms bear the mark of torture by a knife.

Personality: Claudio is quite insane. He has frantic mood swings and will swing from being friendly and kind to being utterly deprived and maniacal. He has an obsession with women's briasts(as most fifteen year old males do) and has little impulse control at times. Claudio is desensitized to violence and has no problem with killing. He secretly loves pain and the oblivion that goes with it. When he isn't crazy, Claudio is friendly amiable and very likable. Somewhat addicted to Med-X and Psycho

Clothing: Tattered cheap pants and a makeshift leather armor that is in obvious need of repair.

Skills: Claudio is a fairly decent shot and prefers to use shotguns. Claudio is handy with a knife and can throw,as well as take, a punch. Life in the Wastes has lent him with great survival skills and the ability to track and stalk his prey.
Weapons: A combat shotgun with regular buckshot shells as well as slug rounds and a handful of explosive shells, a larger-than-usual combat knife, and spiked knuckle gloves. He carries a .357 revolver as a backup gun.

Previous Occupation: fiend

Backstory: Claudio was born into this world as a fiend. For as long as he could remember, he was either being shot at, beaten, or both. He learned quickly how to survive, he had to. Every one of his scars are a testament to a time when he was either too slow, too foolish, or too unlucky. Claudio learned from his scars and grew tough and mean.

Claudio took his first life at the age of twelve. A group of Fiends had captured a handfull of NCR soldiers. To test his mettle, Claudio was ordered to kill them. At first he was a little worried, but fear of being ridiculed and beaten urged him on. He looked into the eyes of his captor. Claudio could practically smell the fear coming from the man and this gave him a sense of pleasure that he had never felt before. The young boy smiled widely and calmly slid the blade across the soldier's neck. Blood sprayed onto his face and clothing but Claudio didn't mind. In fact, it made the whole experience all the more exciting. He repeated the process with the other four captors. He took extra pleasure in taking the life of the lone woman of the group.

Three years passed, and Claudio began to realize that his particular gang of fiends was slowly beginning to die off. Much to his dismay, he discovered that there were bounties on just about every one of his buddies. One by one, they were picked off and Claudio eventually found himself on his own. Alone and destitute, the young fiend set off to a new territory were he wouldn't be hunted. A town called Nipton

Name: Leilani (lay-law-nee) "Lei" Kelleher
Age:23
six:Female
Race: Caucasian/Mixed

Skills: Excellent with all energy weapons and explosives, due to her background. Her medical knowledge is a bit better than the average person, but she will refuse to acknowledge this skill. Leilani enjoys talking her way out of things, and will do so if a situation arises. She also prides herself on acquiring old world sign language and will use it sometimes. She is also a very skilled cook.

Physical appearance: Stands around 5’4, with long black hair usually in a ponytail or tied hastily in a messy bun and almond shaped eyes with a light blue/green tone. She isn’t overly well endowed, but has a very fit but full body and outstanding curves. She has burn mark on her right forearm, and fair skin, which is slightly tanned due to traveling to Nipton.

Personality: Growing up in a bad area of New Reno, she has obtained great street smarts, but is cautious towards people belonging to factions, especially the BoS, who she believes their sole motive of existence is to confiscate energy weapons and technology from the rest of the world. Despite this, she is extremely carefree and likeable, always enjoying a good laugh and cracking jokes and sarcasm whenever she can. Being a people pleaser, can cause her to be too trusting and gullible at times but is loyal to people she befriends, and will not hesitate to back them up in their troubles.

Weapons & armour/clothing: Carries a LAER slung on her back, and a cosmic knife on her hip. She usually wears something on the likes of the merc charmer outfit, but likes to change clothes often.
Misc Items: Flask, Purified water, Mentats and half empty Jet canister.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Traveling merchant, Silver Rush bodyguard, Gomorrah crier.

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): Traveled briefly with the Happy Trails Caravan company. No current faction.

Backstory: Revealed later.

Name: Gaston Vaurien
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Ethnic Origins: Caucasian

Skills and Talents: To say that Gaston is proficiently skilled in anything is inaccurate, to say the least. It is not fair to say, however, that Gaston is completely unskilled, or even helpless. No, this statement is far from true. The man’s one true talent is talking, persuading, and manipulating. Being quite the Lady Killer, Gaston has done everything from seducing the high class virgins of New Vegas to Triple Crossing a Powder Ganger while they held a gun to his head. Speechcraft and Bartering come second nature to him, and he has honed his skills over the years of freelancing. Gaston also knows how to handle himself in a fight- so long as he’s a reasonable distance away from his enemies, and maybe has a couple other of people on his side. To say he’s a crack-shot with a pistol is completely false, as he is known to panic and just shoot wildly until everything is dead, though he is known to actually aim his gun from time to time. In addition, Gaston knows how to pick simple locks and stay hidden when he needs to, as well as use energy weapons. Gaston considers himself very luck and charismatic, though he is completely lacking in the realms of physical prowess and endurance outside of the bedchambers.

Appearance: Despite his current downtrodden state, Gaston radiates class. Both his appearance and actions reek of it to at least some degree, from his New Vegas Shades to his fashionably unkempt black hair, and even his Bounty Hunter’s duster which he does his best to keep clean and fitting. A pair of bright, ocean blue eyes act as the focal point on his handsomely gaunt face, and a set of white teeth rest in his mouth, ready to pop out in a dazzling, seductive and/or lecherous smile at any time.

Personality: Often referred to as a player, or Lady Killer, Gaston is quite the ladies’ man. Lazy and unambitious, he cares only for himself, or those who have somehow earned his friendship, which is rarity. Gaston is very wry and sarcastic, and will insult and jest even in the face of certain doom, depending on how scared he is. This good sense of humor, however, sometimes gets the better of him, and makes him many enemies.

Equipment: Gaston carries a .44 Magnum revolver, polished to the point where its silver exterior positively gleams in the Mojave sun. He once owned a Laser RCW, but has since lost it in his travels, leaving it behind so that it would not weigh him down. Dressed in a classy Bounty Hunter duster (or at least as classy as a duster can get) and a pair of killer shades he obtained in New Vegas, Gaston also carries a moderate sized pack which contains nothing but a few empty bottles of water and a handful of caps.

Previous Occupation: Before becoming a High Roller and Bounty Hunter, Gaston was a Junior Officer in the Enclave.

History: Born the son of a high ranking Enclave officer, Gaston grew up in the confines of a remote Enclave base. His father was a very strict military man, though he never raised Gaston in a similar manner. It was deduced early on by the intellectually sharp Gaston that he was of illegitimate birth, and that his father could have cared less about his spawn. With discipline rarely occurring, the child obtained several habits that still persist to this day, such as laziness, lack of respect for superiors, recreational use of chems, womanizing, and rude sarcasm.

When Gaston was sixteen, his father died, leaving him alone in the world outside of the few officers and soldiers that the teenager called “friends”. Having to take action now that his father had moved on (a notion that didn’t bother the young Gaston in the slightest), he was forced to join the Enclave’s ranks as an officer. Having all the training already, the only thing left for the unambitious teen was to select a corps. What was lazier and less dangerous than the supply corps? Gaston chose this above all others, glad to escape the fate of a common infantry or other hard combat soldier.

Gaston had had enough of the Enclave by the age of eighteen, sick of their rigid command structure and what he considered to be “ridiculous” disciplinary actions. Having been in several small skirmishes and a few larger battles, Gaston was no stranger to bloodshed when he deserted, leaving his life behind him with a boyish grin on his face. He arrived in the Mojave Wasteland about a year later, attracted by the dazzling lights of the strip.

He, of course, blew all of his money his first week in Vegas. Capless and jobless, Gaston fell into employment with a few of the Casinos in Freeside, working as a freelance Bounty Hunter and enforcer. His reputation, while small, was spectacular. Gaston usually did his job well enough, but he often botched jobs, if not skipping out on them entirely, as well as stealing food and supplies from his employers. Despite this, he persisted pretty well, and was often successful in earning caps, booze, and women.

Throughout his years of bounty hunting and prospecting, Gaston somewhat improved his skills, though not by much, being the unambitious hedonist he is. It wasn’t until recently, a few months after the second battle of Hoover Dam that Gaston made a powerful enemy on the Strip, and has been laying low in the Mojave for a while. His travels, at the current point in time, are leading him towards the old town he once knew as Nipton...

Name: Kayla "Rascal" Montigue

Age: Seven

six: Female

Race: Human, Caucasian

Skills: Strong pain tolerance, Skilled with small blades. No true sense of right or wrong.

Physical appearance:Rascal would look like any other seven year old girl. She wears her dirty face well, with two bright blue eyes resting in her sockets, shining like little diamonds in a canvass of dirt and grime. Her cheek bones are placed up high with small heart shaped lips. Her hair is long and frayed looking as though it hasn't been cut once in her life. There's a large trashy streak in her hair on the left side of her head, dyed a bright fluorescent pink. Under all the dirt was a sweet olive skin color, lightly kissed by the sun. Maybe she would grow to be a pretty woman under all this dirt, but as her mother used to say, beauty is a curse best avoided in a mans world.

Personality: Rascal is far from being the perfect person. Though quiet and very mature, she takes interest in everybody and hides behind a very sinister smile. At her core she's a sweet sensitive girl but she has developed bouts of uncontrollable anger and psychotic tendencies (see backstory for details) which have become increasingly frequent. She fears men. All other details will become more apparent in role play, she is a developing character.

Weapons & armour/clothing: A small pre-war switch blade, most likely intended for gutting small fish.
She wears light pink overalls with a white (or at least it used to be, maybe a million years ago) long sleeve underneath. It has a thick turtle neck. She seems to prefer being barefoot, so her feet are quite thick and calloused.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Raider Rookie (?).

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

Backstory: Born into a raider community, Kayla has been exposed to death since the day of her birth. Her mother's name (Deceased) was Dayna and her father could be any of the men whom they resided with. With this in mind, Kayla has never learned to trust men. Her mother would whisper to her at night of the evils of man, of how they use women and children for themselves, and how she must learn to be tough or be eaten live by the wastes. Though children were not seen as beings to be protected and raised into fearful soldiers, but rather, lousy trainees who will and have been left behind. No advlt lives will ever be spared for the sake of a rookie.
Kayla's mother was raised by a gang far from where she lived, called The Wildcats. She grew up in a life of crime and developed an addiction to Psycho, which she passed on to Kayla. Though she tried to escape her life of crime and murder, she fell into an even nastier crowd. As a child she read the story of Romeo and Juliet obsessively, resulting in her choosing the last name Montigue as she settled into her new life. Definitely not considered a strong woman, she was used and abused by the men around her, resulting in Kayla. The second of five children she's had, to have survived. Kayla had a brother, Dylan whom she was close with in childish spirit. It was Dylan who protected her from becoming bait to the rest of the group and kept her alive, for there has been children traveling with them before herself.

Though Kayla was always odd, her first murder was at the age of five. Her mother would tell her of the evil Wildcats she used to live with and Kayla sought to impress her mother. The clan leader had a cat, Domino, whom Kayla has stabbed thirty seven times, and then dismembered. It was the first in a series of kills Kayla had committed with no near end in sight. She felt urged to take the lives of others, and while at first she displayed this behavior with pride.. Dayna had eventually scared her into concealing her dark habit.

Her family and fellow raiders were murdered weeks before her discovery of the town of Nipton. Her ability to survive was based solely upon staying quiet and being quick to attack if cornered. Though she lived off of various plants and small slow moving animals for the past several weeks, hunger drove her to seek refuge with the folks of Nipton. The matter of finding a safe place among so much chaos and confusion was a matter of luck and natural instinct. She hasn't much knowledge of past events in the world, nor of any of the factions.
Her real life begins now.

Name: John "ITB" Decker

Age: 19 but has a look of a 20 year old

Gender: male Race: Caucasian, Born in vault 3 by a fiend called Crash and junkie prosttute named Elizabeth.

Appearance: John's build is a pretty muscular. He has bags under his eyes from sleep deprivation, dark brown hair a little past his shoulders and both ring fingers gone.

Clothing/Armor: John wears a black duster, unzipped to show his chest and abs. Also wears dusty jeans and is barefoot.

Weapons: Great with his Anti-Material rifle and 44. magnum.

Occupation: previously a fiend, raider, body guard, and now a [censored] Up

Skills: Too many skills to count but mostly in drugs(stimpaks, buffout, fixer) and he is one of the best cooks in the Mojave, and a very good shot.

Faction: none

Strengths: Drinking

Weaknesses: life

Personality/Mental Bio: not a people person and works hard for alcohol and caps. currently an addict.

Bio: Born in vault 3. His mother and him(age 4) were kicked out when his mom cheated on the fiend leader.(age 12)His mother committed suicide. Two months later he took a few dose of buffout from the loss. Two. Three. Five. Twelve. For five years he was an addict an is so high he is lucky to know his name.

Anti-material rifle background: During that time he met a girl named Kara. She was a daughter of a gun runner named Alexander. John had won a bet at The Thorn and was on his way to buy as much fixer he can and take all of it at once. Overdose. He took a shortcut threw west side and on his way there was a man waving a 10mm around like he's going to shoot the place up. John ended up stabbing him in the neck with a broken vodka bottle. his stomach started to turn, he moved away from the body and released all of the alcohol from his body. John walked past all the staring eyes. near the door the the ruins of old Vegas. He collapsed to the ground and woke up in a hole. six inches down. A old black man tossed a shovel full of dirt in his face.

After john climbed out of the hole a crowd of people were gathered in front of him. Most of them looked terrified others confused. One girl stood out to him. her name was Kara. For nearly a 2 year John lived with her and her father. He was taken to old Mormon fort for detox and Lived health with, a family he never had. Kara was the one... until one day a Fiend named motor runner (Fallout: New Vegas/ spared by the Courier in a great khan quest) [censored], murdered and sawed apart with motor runner's chainsaw. He was also the man that killed his father. In such a rage he took the fathers Anti-material rifle and took out his right leg. John proceeded to use the saw to shove the saw in motor runners stomach and left it there for him to suffer. He took the Anti-material rifle and ran to the fiend hide out to find bodies. All dead. none in the vault. None in the surrounding area. Nothing. Kara was gone. He left west side with the anti-material rifle, and drowned himself in alcohol and drugs. He never stopped walking or thinking. Thinking of her. Kara. The one that got away.

Name: Peter Van Heerdan

Age: 20 (if years passed since my last posts, account for that)

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: http://www1.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Ryan+Peake+QtVwYuhJaesm.jpg

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. He always wears a hat with his various assortment of clothing.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Former NCR trooper, now a Caesar's Legion merchant/slaver

Faction (NCR, Legion, BOS, None. Etc): Nominally part of the Legion

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.

After staying in Nipton for some time, he was captured by Caesar's Legion soldiers while on a trip with his family near the Mojave River. As he sat in his pen, he killed a guard and managed to escape. He was quickly re-captured but the local Centurion was impressed with his bravery and freed him and his family. Peter was made a civilian "merchant" in the Caesar's Legion. He didn't like it, but it paid well, very well, and now Peter is very wealthy. His sense of compassion is now all but gone after his times watching slaves get killed and beaten. Mary and his daughters are some the only people he can be nice with now.

His travels now take him back to his old home of Nipton.

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