FRIEDA Spoiler Name: Frieda
Age: Late 20's
six: Female
Basic physical attributes: At a glance, absolutely stunning. Tall, lean, and thick, waist-length yellow blonde hair. Grey eyes, and very pretty face – all features appear in perfect proportion and placement with the others. Athletic, though not really very strong, and definitely not stealthy.
Personality: Sweet, happy, and intelligent. Frieda is a genius of electronics and electrical configurations, and able to work under extreme stress. She gets along with others well enough but, in fact, does not work very well at all as part of a team – ironic considering her supposed military background.
Occupation: Electrician.
Weapons and armour: Enclave-issue plasma pistol, and a pocket knife. No special armour. Wears a flattering, though not tight-fitting, green t-shirt, khaki shorts, and black, capri-length leggings, with black, Enclave-issue combat boots, tied loosely or not at all. She carries a bag of electrician's tools, and occasionally will wear gloves and a baseball cap.
Faction: Greyditch
Backstory: Frieda woke up one morning in the cockpit of a tiny, single-occupant, and crashed, flying vessel. The dashboard had a number of dials, symbols, and lights she didn't recognize, and she had no idea where it had come from, or where she had landed. Upon exiting the vehicle, she noticed she was wearing the uniform of an Enclave officer, and her name tag bore the single name “FRIEDA”. She sat next to the vehicle for a time, trying desperately to remember anything else about herself or her past. After a while she came to the conclusion that she must have stolen, or escaped, from the Enclave, lost her memory in the crash, and should find a way to disappear before they found her. She stripped off the uniform and fled with only the plasma pistol in hand. Frieda stole some clothing of the nearby corpse of a Wastelander and never returned to the crash site.
She discovered that while her conscious memory was absent, her muscle memory was strong, and incredible. Her hands seemed to work entirely on their own when it came to the use and maintenance of her weapon, and her level of athleticism was quite high – both things she could only assume came from military training. Eventually, she would also discover that she possessed extensive knowledge on all things electrical, from wiring, to circuit boards, and made her way from town to town using this knowledge for monetary advantage.
Frieda was spending time in Canterbury Commons, learning a bit about robotics and doing electrical jobs as they came up, when Moriarty's flyer came with Crazy Wolfgang's caravan. The idea of settling down in one place with guaranteed work appealed to her. After settling up with Uncle Roe, she set out, hoping for the best.
"Security protocol: engaged. Weapons: fully functional. Hydraulics: Functional. Please input command," the Protectron at the front of Canterbury Commons buzzed monotonously. It swayed from side to side, the light that was its head blinking arrhythmically.
Frieda stood up from behind the robot and dusted her hands against themselves. "I can't believe I did it," she smiled sheepishly.
"You're a clever girl, and robotics aren't so different from electronics, they just have the extra element of programming," Uncle Roe replied to her expertly, standing in front of the robot with his arms crossed.
"I didn't know you had such deep knowledge of robot mechanics." Frieda began to re-pack her toolbag.
"Aha, well...I've dabbled, and read a book here and there. The Enclave uses robots, right? I'm surprised you know so much about electronics but so little about robots."
Frieda straightened and narrowed her eyes towards Roe. The only indication that she was ex-Enclave were her combat boots, and her plasma pistol -- both stamped with the Enclave's "E-and-stars" logo, but the stamps were small and hidden, requiring one to take a very close look at either to see them. "I don't know what you mean," she replied slowly.
Roe laughed. "Girly, I've seen so much come through here with my caravans, I know a pair of Enclave boots when I see 'em." He pointed at her shoes. "Though, it was wrong of me to assume you
were some kind of Enclave defector, by my own reckoning, you could have acquired the boots legitimately yourself. Either way, I don't care." Roe reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "This may interest you. It came with Crazy Wolfgang, who picked them up last time he was in Megaton."
Frieda brushed a few stray strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes with the back of a gloved hand and unfolded the paper. It was an advertisemant about the rebuilding and resettlement of a town called Grayditch, outside of the DC ruins. "Skilled workers...?" she breathed.
"Mmhmm. You're a great electrician, but you don't really fill a need here in the Commons, you know?"
She nodded, knowing it was true. She had essentially begged Roe for work, and when he told her they really needed help with their robots, bought some time by learning how to repair the guard Protectron. "Who is Colin Moriarty?"
Roe laughed again. "He's a complete bastard, that's who. He runs a saloon -- complete with watered down booze and saggy prosttute -- in Megaton, one of the major settlements in the entire Capital Wasteland. God knows how he acquired an entire settlement for himself..." He trailed off when he saw Frieda's expression cloud over and her shoulders sag. "All of that's irrelevant, though. The point is, they're looking for good, honest folk to fix up and fill out the town, and I think you'd be really successful there. He's a bastard, but he'll pay, when he says he'll pay. That much you can count on."
Frieda nodded again. "How far is it from here?"
"Probably a day or so, depending on how fast you walk. You're quite fit, though, so I can't imagine it taking you more than half a day, to be honest."
Frieda took Roe's suggestion. That night she packed a few provisions into her travel pack, settled up with Roe for the work she'd done, and went to bed such that she could set out early the next morning. Machete woke her up at dawn, as she requested, and she was off.
She managed to find the town well enough. Ironically she passed Lucky Harith on his way back to the Commons and received some very good directions. Her first impressions of the settlement were iffy. Dried out husks of giant ants were all over the place, as well as tons of debris, the occasional dead human, and the typical Wasteland dust and grime that Frieda had become used to. The majority of the people seemed to be gathered at the broken down diner, upon which a sign that read “WELCUMMING CUMITTY” had been posted. She glanced briefly between the sign and the flier and wondered how such terrible spelling could have occurred.
Frieda passed a metal shack, within which she could hear some muffled male voices, but carried on to the diner where an eclectic group of people were sitting or standing around A boy smoking a pungent herb was sitting in a booth with a dog. An older man was standing against a wall. On the other side, a couple featuring a man with his arm in a sling were organizing food and drink items into bags, a short woman whose chest goes around the corner before she does was standing next to their table, and a middle aged man seemed to be asking her a question.
The man that really caught her eye was the one with the reddish-blonde hair, cowboy hat, and strangely similar apparel to hers*. She caught her breath when she heard him declare he was a wielder. So far, all of the others appeared to be traders, and none of them seemed to actually practice a
trade. She stepped into the entrance of the diner to watch and listen.
(*OOC: completely unintentional and obviously from their perspective, coincidental, hehe.)
(OOC2 Edit: had to fix my own writing for continuity :facepalm:)
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