» Thu Jul 29, 2010 2:58 am
Yes, I retooled the CS I did for Blackwater. Wanna make something of it?!
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Name: Rachael Yogere
six: Female
Age: 37
Race: Human(Asian/German)/Super Mutant Hybrid
Faction/Alliance: N/A (Mercenary)
Appearance: A tall (near 7' spot on), intimidating woman who never looks happy and tends to frown or just generally be unpleasant company (granted, a lot of her scowl is just how her facial structure is). Her physique is quite impressive when one could see it, but she does her best to keep her body mostly hidden, partially due to the fact that her muscle build is somewhat unnatural. Her eyes are all together not dissimilar from a Super Mutant's: A pale green with slit-pupils like a cat. Her hair is black and done up in neat, tight braids with all kinds of beads throughout. Many of the braids in front are falling over and partially obscuring the woman's face. Her ears are pierced in several places, some with chains dangling from piercing to piercing. She has plenty of scars from this and that, but nothing especially noteworthy. Her skin is a dark, tawny colour, giving her what appears as a middle-eastern complexion (but far from it).
Personality: Mostly, Rachael is grim and unapproachable. It keeps her sane and keeps people from asking her ridiculous questions. She doesn't feel much comfortable around normal humans anymore, learning to be suspicious of everyone the hard way. She doesn't mind much of anybody as long as they leave her alone, stay out of her way, and don't endanger her job. In fact, while working, she is a force to be reckoned with because she takes it very seriously.
While she has a good, solid wrap on her emotions most of the time, if pushed too far, she will flip into a mindless bloodlust just like any regular mutant would (and she does wish she hadn't inherited that specific trait). While in a rage, she knows allies and friends, but everyone and everything else becomes fair game to unleash her fury upon. Normally, even in day-to-day battle, she holds most of her strength back, only using what is required. During a berserk rage though, she has absolutely no restraint at all.
She does have a softer side to her, though. Hidden under the gruff attitude and distrust is a woman who, by her own standards, is still quite young mentally. She's had so little social interaction through her life that didn't include caps or guns or using guns in order to get caps, that when it comes to interpersonal communication, she can be quite uncomfortable. If provoked, she can be just as loving and protective as she can be rageful. Due to her own history, she will seek out and aid those she feels kinship with. Sometimes, it's just nice to be around people who understand. Thus, she is very kind to Ghouls and other humans who have obvious mutations.
Weapons: Longsword hanging at her left from her belt, M107 sniper rifle strapped across her back, Hunting rifle always either at the ready, or dangling from it's strap on her right arm, prepared to be ready at a moment's notice. She has also taken up study of a mish-mash of martial arts and other forms of hand to hand combat, but only uses them as a last resort.
Armor/Clothing: Dark brown leather Duster that comes down to her ankles. Under the coat is a shirt that looks to be some kind of T-shirt, a dirty black colour and her pants are also leather, tanned a dark brown to match her coat. Black, steel-toed boots. A heavy belt around her waist carrying supplies in various pouches. Dark tinted sunglasses. Fingerless black leather gloves that cover her arms to just the elbow with protective armor over her elbows and straps running around the gloves at the wrist and several more further up. The only skin visible besides her head is her upper arm from where the sleeves of the Duster end and where the odd gloves begin, showing off the rather impressive muscles there. Rachael likes to keep her clothing simple and durable.
Medical Items: Medic's bag with the basics, stimpaks, morphine, some tools, thread for stitches, just the regular stuff.
Misc Items/Food & Drink: Bandoleer with ammo for both her guns and things to maintain them, rucksack with Brahmin jerky (stuffed full, practically), and a few other meat-related products that keep well (mmmm Salisbury Steak). Canteen on her belt full of water that she refills wherever she can (immune to radiation and disease, so whatever nasty puddle water she can get works fine, it wont taste so nice, but it'll work).
Bio: Rachael had never known her father, and her mother never told her about him until she was eighteen. Even though some things had obviously been edited out of the story to make it even able to be spoken of in the first place, it was more than enough for her to know full well what had actually happened and it made her spine shiver in a chill. Not once had her mother ever considered her a burden, nor had she ever wanted to terminate the pregnancy and Rachael was glad for her mother being so accepting and still caring for her after the horrors she had faced.
It was also around that time that Rachael's body started to change. Once Puberty hit the young woman, it had hit like a freight train and she would sometimes gain a couple pounds of what appeared to be solid muscle over the course of a night. Some of these "growth spurts" could be horrifically painful, but she made it through somehow. After all the pain of growing, she started noticing other things--senses more keen than they'd ever been, immunity to Radiation and disease, and the more obvious ones of her muscle structure and her eyes. Her facial structure was always a bit off, heavy browed and angry-appearing.
Years later, her mother passed away from acute Radiation Poisoning. They had been an exceptionally poor family and simply couldn't afford better water to drink. Though she was immune to the Radiation, her mother hadn't been and it had been hell on her to watch the woman, the only person she had in the entire blasted world, slowly fade away. Her mother's dying breath had triggered her first true rage and she practically tore the small shack they lived in apart before she got herself under control.
Learning and using that control had been very difficult at first and she had tended to shy away from people as she worked hard on acting like a normal person. It took her years to get something like control over it, though it was this time, both being alone for so long, and the somewhat tenuous control, that made her surly and antisocial. She interacted enough to get jobs and to get paid, but beyond that, not much more.
Eventually she did uncover that more caring side of her that she had thought had long since died and it had, bizarrely, taken finding a Deathclaw hatchling to drag it back out. Raising the tiny creature to a fully advlt and proudly built male had sated something deep within herself, a strange desire to help those in need that simply would never be helped otherwise. Not one to take up causes, for the absolutely downtrodden, for the "freaks", for the "monsters", she shows this compassionate, loving side.
Now she's hard up for work. Merc jobs in the Capitol Wasteland have been drying up for years as the BoS finally started beating the super mutants back and travel became much safer. Usually, Rachael does escorting work, guarding caravans, delivering things, because those things have a less likely chance of her getting into a serious fight. She's heard that there might be work in old NY and has taken many weeks to travel there by foot.
