» Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:56 am
This will be my first RP,go easy on me
Name:Known only as "Drifter" Real name:Vincent Summers
Age:Middle aged,appears to be in his 50's
six:Male
Basic physical appearance and attributes:An old man with a tough demeanor,physically fit for his age despite his heavily deteriorated leg.
Weapons and armor:Lever-action rifle,Sawed-off shotgun,and his trusty old 44 Magnum.He is garbed in a Wasteland Settler Outfit,which is now not much more than rags.
Personality: A cold and unforgiving man,known to shoot first and ask questions later.He keeps to himself,although he has a soft spot for damsels in distress.This has gotten him into much trouble over the years,but this old dog just won't learn.
Occupation:Wanderer
Faction: Greyditch
Backstory: Drifter was born down south under then name of Vincent Summers.He was raised by his mother Shawna,a chem-addicted prosttute doing her nightly work in the Sunset Hotel,where they also lived.One night,when Vincent was 8,Shawna picked him up,gave him a kiss and told him to hide in the closet.After the crashes and screaming stopped,he crawled out to find his only parent lying brutally murdered in a pool of blood.The hotel owner found him there,cradling his mother in his arms.The hotel owner,who went by the name of Tim,raised the boy as his own in his household not far from the hotel.Vincent grew up quickly,by the age of 12 he had joined the ranks of a local gang,and spent his nights with his friends,harassing local traders and pickpocketing the unwary.When Vincent was 14,he was fed up with living with Tim and his wife Sonia.He stole Tim's 44 Magnum,50 caps and enough food for a few days,and strode out into the wasteland.
For the first few years,Vincent's life was rough.He survived on the hospitality of traveling merchants,and he picked up whatever information he could use to survive from them.When they inquired his name and origins,he simply replied that he had none.He would sit at their campfires,eat and listen,and then be gone,like a shadow into the night.Traders on the southern roads took to calling him Drifter.Vincent stuck to the roads,keeping his trusty 44 Magnum at his side,and living off the land.He did not know where he was going,nor did he care.He was simply going.After years and years of walking,he saw a trader on the side of a path one day,feeding and watering his Brahmin.When Vincent inquired where he was,the trader told the young man he was in Tennessee.Vincent kept on walking through Tennessee,eventually coming to a settlement called Ashy Hills.Here,he met a woman in the local saloon,by the name of Tara.Vincent caught Tara's eye,and she came over to talk to him.She told him she was traveling to D.C. to meet up with her brother Gage,and would love a big,strong man such as him to accompany her.Vincent was instantly in love.Vincent and Tara set off a few weeks later.Tara took a liking to Vincent,and they soon fell in love.Vincent had never been so happy in his life.While traveling through the Appalachian Mountains in Virginia,Tara and Vincent encountered a lone deathclaw.Tara fled,but Vincent stood his ground.The Deathclaw charged at Vincent,and took a strong swipe at him with his huge claw,decimating Vincent's leg,before rushing towards Tara.Vincent rolled over,in a daze,to see the Deathclaw catch up to Tara and rip her apart.Vincent blinked back the tears and started firing madly with his 44 Magnum,catching the Deathclaw in the eye.As the Deathclaw thundered towards him,Vincent managed to load his last bullet in his 44 Magnum and felled the beast with a perfect shot to the head.Dragging himself towards Tara's body,he could not help feeling a strong sense of Deja Vu.
Vincent wrapped up his leg and stumbled on towards D.C.When he finally got there,he didn't know what to do besides hunker down and do what he did best,live off the land.After another 10 years of this,Vincent began to notice how old he was getting,and decided to find a quiet settlement to hunker down in for the rest of his years.A trader pointed him in the direction of Megaton.On his way there,he snatched a flyer,drifting in the wind.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE CAPITAL WASTELAND.
I, Colin Moriarty, am pleased to announce that I have recently acquired the abandoned settlement of Greyditch.
There are several exciting opportunities for skilled workers within this new community.
We need builders, masons, plumbers, carpenters and other tradesmen to rebuild the town.
There will also be positions for cooks, farm hands and shopkeepers.
In return for work you will receive food and accommodation, at greatly reduced cost.
If you are interested then please come to see me at my bar in Megaton, or report directly to the welcoming committee in Greyditch.
Vincent didn't think that sounded too bad.He realized he wouldn't be of much use,but he could certainly find some sort of trade.Excited to finally belong somewhere,he ambled on in the direction of Greyditch.
(How do you like it?)