» Wed Mar 02, 2011 4:42 pm EDIT: For those that do not and for those that are not quite familiar with Roleplaying games here is a few links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alignment_(role-playing_games)
And if you wonder what your own alignment might be:
http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/dnd/20001222b
But, in my experience, those ideas are highly subjective and can cause quite a bit of discussion about the motivation and actions of your favorite caracters and even your own preconceptions of yourself.
So, lets hear it: Your favorite npc(s), their alignments, your reasoning why and perhaps (if you feel like it) a primer to let us get an insight into your toon and his first steps in vegas?
EDIT2: Then we try guessing/give our take on your toons alignment based on your primer.
I'll go first:
NPC Name: Mr. House.
Alignment: Lawfull Neutral
Reason:
House is really dispassionate about most things. He follows the rules as he sees them (The laws of a mathematical probable outcome) and really cares little for good or evil as long as his long term goals is achieved: New Vegas Independence from all other factions. Beyond that, a thriving vegas that is free from the politicians who destroyed the world and who only dabble in populism and the lowest denominator, to cater to the widest demographical segment of votes. He has most likely realized that the only way to rid himself of populistic politicians is to dispense completely with them. He listens to reason and sees himself not as a messiah or a king. He sees himself as the only man who has the insight and the mathematical and financial prowess to lead his area of the wasteland. A Vegas that can reboot civilization. And why shouldnt he? Did he not save Vegas? Did he not ressurect vegas from the ashes of the old world into a bright neon phoenix? Did he not pull tribesmen from barberism and cannibalism and yank them into the orderly pleasantries of civil society? Did he not twart both Legion and NCR attempts to seize controll of Vegas?
So far the numbers, the laws, have not lied. He has done what he had to do and nothing more. After all, its not his fault that the other players in the game never realized what game they were playing, and for what stakes.
NPC Name: Benny.
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Reason:
For Benny everything revolves around getting ahead. The next “angle” the next “safe bet”. He has worked for House as long as he thought it beneficial. To himself that is. And he did it by killing off his former boss. To Benny, House is just another boss.
That really is the only motivation Benny has. He is capable of some strategic thinking, but because his mind is so self centered, he usually fails to see the long term consequences or potential pitfalls of his actions. His inflated ego will blow up minor victories, to divine signs that he is destined for greatness… whatever that entails. Prolly something with angelbroads with cans as big as their Halo’s. His silver tongue and his flamboyant attitude most likely inspires admiration from people who are as feeble or more feebleminded than himself. The same silver tongue makes him able to con people into thinking what he wants them to think. At least for the moment. People are nothing to him. Women are pastime. Men are threats or servants. Threats he will either blackmail or threaten into submission or outright kill. Servants he can dazzle and get to do his bidding.
“Constructive criticism” is a contradiction in terms for Benny. Any criticism is an insult, and whatever “brilliant” idea he has is inherently perfect. He wants “yes men” with no ambition behind him. “Yes men” that scraqe and grovel at his feet.
He trusts no one. Least of all his own people. After all he did murder his former boss by using trust as a weapon, and he prolly suspects that he will end up the same way if he is not carefull. So for short term “trust” he relies on the only thing he has imagination to use: Bribes or the promise of such. And if he can weasel out of that promise that’s just aces too.
PC Name: Farbautisonn:
Primer:
Spoiler
"I did not start out this way. I assure you I did not. I was given a task and I wanted to fullfill my task to the best of my ability. I am the best at what I do, and I do take pride in my record of delivering my packages just in time.
Yes, admittedly, in the past, that has ment doing some things that some people might frown upon, but people in general and my Superiours in particular were none the wiser. Those that got in my way, usually underestimated me. And if you draw first blood, I am not going to give you the chance to draw seconds. There were those in the past, that threatened me with violence, murder and exposure. And I had to handle that too: If you threaten me, you really cannot expect me to take a chance, on you not acting upon that threat. So when you threaten me, I will take away every chance you have of following through. That usually means bending the rules a bit, and if I cannot land you in something You can’t get out of , I have to take care of it myself.
Oh no. Don’t think that I would soil myself by beating you up like some uncivilized tribal. I simply find you, incapacitate you and find some nice secluded place where your screams won’t matter. Then I ram Needles up the tissue between your fingernails and your finger. It hurts like hell, but it doesn’t ruin your body or kill you prematurely. So much more refined and not as messy as a brutish beating. Then I ask my questions. Some of these will be trick questions, where I allready know the answers. And don't test your endurance. Please. If i have taken time out for you, then I have a rather larger amount of time available to dedicate to our.... continued relationship. After all, If you have information I want or need, you really cannot expect me to sit idly on my hands and do nothing ? Don't take this as a threat though. I never threaten people. It’s crude, unintelligent and counterproductive. People who are afraid are somewhat unpredictable too and do the oddest things indeed. I prefer arrogant people. They are so blissfully simple to deceive.
Speaking of fear, was I afraid when that ridiculous fop Benny had me at his mercy? Sure. I was scared, but a disciplined mind and a keen intellect can make all the difference. Now that reminds me... I really do need to learn some things about knots and locks. It would have been nice to be able to at least give him a "run for his chips"... if you will forgive the pun. But there I was, and there I died. Or so I should have.
But I did wake to see another day. There was this nice elderly gentlemen, a doctor of Goodsprings, who tended my head trauma, after a robot had been so kind as to dig me out of my shallow grave. With parts of my brain decorating some shallow pit, I fully expected to have lost some of my faculties, but again it seems that lady luck smiled my way. The bullet entered my left eye and made a rather clean pass. Whilst I have lost an eye, I seem to have lost few if any important braincells. Now, leaving me for dead was not a nice thing to do and frankly not making sure I was dead was sloppy work.
However "sloppy" did not even cover it, I discovered to my surprise. Apparently Benny and thugs decided that they needed a drink and visited the local tavern. And you do remember Benny don't you? A city slicker with that ridiculous jacket of his. He stood out like a turd in a punchbowle in that hick town. And apparently he was loud enough to even be heard talking about where he was going. Now I know what you think. Any idiot could figure that out by himself. But it needed not necessarily be so. However the ninny dispersed with all doubt when he was overhead.
Now the elderly doctor was nice enough to lend me some of his clothing and after catering to the good will of the locals by helping them rid themselves of some pestering ex-convicts I proceeded to make myself toward Primm. Why help the locals do you ask? Well it’s quite simple: I can always use favors, so I collect them. And if people trust me, it’s going to stop random rumors dead in their tracks and usually help me find out the source of said rumors. In all honesty I did owe them for saving my life and seeming like an ingrate is really something people do tend to notice. Besides. Small communities have children. I should know. I came from one. I cannot abide the suffering of children. advlts make their own choises, but children do not. advlts who rob children of their childhood are lower than beasts and should be treated as such.
As you likely know, Primm had problems of its own… aside from being the armpit of Vegas. I did not, so I was surprised to find Primm under attack by these NRC ex-cons. The local NCR forces had, true to their incompetent self, built a perimeter to one side and just sat there, staring at downtown Primm as if that was somehow magically going to make the ex-cons dissipate into thin air. You really cannot trust the farmboys to do anything right, can you? So who has to sort things out? Yours truly.
After a rather pathetic display of aggression I had cleared the city. Fools do like to check up on mysterious sounds by themselves, rather than call for help and do it in pairs. Fear of looking incompetent overriding self-preservation, I suppose. All this being despite my missing eye and admittedly rather annoying occasional sharp pains at the top of my spine, hampering my honestly feeble experience with firearms. But we do persevere do we not? We do rise to the challenge?
Amusingly one of the local hicks had been given an inert Eyebot. Now to the untrained eye, and the unskilled mind, this rather practical invention seemed to be nothing but a pile of nuts and bolts. True to form the hick gladly turned the thing over to me. In no time I had the thing up and running, and it is a marvel let me assure you. I hardly have to do anything but point and issue an order before the thing merrily hisses away and destroys whatever trivial nuisance is in my way.
Anyway. The night is running late and I must be going. I again must thank you for so readily giving up your hostages, and some other time I must return to here, to look in on that gullible twerp of an NCR commander. Imagine. All it took to get you for myself, was a moral lecture on “integrity”, if you can believe that. I mean… the NCR troopers have spent more than two days in this neighborhood have they not? Now… Your friends are all dead, and I am sure you are wondering, what I am going to do with you.
Well, you really have nothing I need. You have no information, that you have not already given up and I have your weapons. Thanks again for the lighter by the way. So what I am going to do here, is stab you twice in the liver and let you live in violent pain for about 25 minutes, before you bleed out or your liver fails. Whichever comes first. Scream all you want. None can hear you through the gag, and there is no shame in pain. No shame at all."
"I did not start out this way. I assure you I did not. I was given a task and I wanted to fullfill my task to the best of my ability. I am the best at what I do, and I do take pride in my record of delivering my packages just in time.
Yes, admittedly, in the past, that has ment doing some things that some people might frown upon, but people in general and my Superiours in particular were none the wiser. Those that got in my way, usually underestimated me. And if you draw first blood, I am not going to give you the chance to draw seconds. There were those in the past, that threatened me with violence, murder and exposure. And I had to handle that too: If you threaten me, you really cannot expect me to take a chance, on you not acting upon that threat. So when you threaten me, I will take away every chance you have of following through. That usually means bending the rules a bit, and if I cannot land you in something You can’t get out of , I have to take care of it myself.
Oh no. Don’t think that I would soil myself by beating you up like some uncivilized tribal. I simply find you, incapacitate you and find some nice secluded place where your screams won’t matter. Then I ram Needles up the tissue between your fingernails and your finger. It hurts like hell, but it doesn’t ruin your body or kill you prematurely. So much more refined and not as messy as a brutish beating. Then I ask my questions. Some of these will be trick questions, where I allready know the answers. And don't test your endurance. Please. If i have taken time out for you, then I have a rather larger amount of time available to dedicate to our.... continued relationship. After all, If you have information I want or need, you really cannot expect me to sit idly on my hands and do nothing ? Don't take this as a threat though. I never threaten people. It’s crude, unintelligent and counterproductive. People who are afraid are somewhat unpredictable too and do the oddest things indeed. I prefer arrogant people. They are so blissfully simple to deceive.
Speaking of fear, was I afraid when that ridiculous fop Benny had me at his mercy? Sure. I was scared, but a disciplined mind and a keen intellect can make all the difference. Now that reminds me... I really do need to learn some things about knots and locks. It would have been nice to be able to at least give him a "run for his chips"... if you will forgive the pun. But there I was, and there I died. Or so I should have.
But I did wake to see another day. There was this nice elderly gentlemen, a doctor of Goodsprings, who tended my head trauma, after a robot had been so kind as to dig me out of my shallow grave. With parts of my brain decorating some shallow pit, I fully expected to have lost some of my faculties, but again it seems that lady luck smiled my way. The bullet entered my left eye and made a rather clean pass. Whilst I have lost an eye, I seem to have lost few if any important braincells. Now, leaving me for dead was not a nice thing to do and frankly not making sure I was dead was sloppy work.
However "sloppy" did not even cover it, I discovered to my surprise. Apparently Benny and thugs decided that they needed a drink and visited the local tavern. And you do remember Benny don't you? A city slicker with that ridiculous jacket of his. He stood out like a turd in a punchbowle in that hick town. And apparently he was loud enough to even be heard talking about where he was going. Now I know what you think. Any idiot could figure that out by himself. But it needed not necessarily be so. However the ninny dispersed with all doubt when he was overhead.
Now the elderly doctor was nice enough to lend me some of his clothing and after catering to the good will of the locals by helping them rid themselves of some pestering ex-convicts I proceeded to make myself toward Primm. Why help the locals do you ask? Well it’s quite simple: I can always use favors, so I collect them. And if people trust me, it’s going to stop random rumors dead in their tracks and usually help me find out the source of said rumors. In all honesty I did owe them for saving my life and seeming like an ingrate is really something people do tend to notice. Besides. Small communities have children. I should know. I came from one. I cannot abide the suffering of children. advlts make their own choises, but children do not. advlts who rob children of their childhood are lower than beasts and should be treated as such.
As you likely know, Primm had problems of its own… aside from being the armpit of Vegas. I did not, so I was surprised to find Primm under attack by these NRC ex-cons. The local NCR forces had, true to their incompetent self, built a perimeter to one side and just sat there, staring at downtown Primm as if that was somehow magically going to make the ex-cons dissipate into thin air. You really cannot trust the farmboys to do anything right, can you? So who has to sort things out? Yours truly.
After a rather pathetic display of aggression I had cleared the city. Fools do like to check up on mysterious sounds by themselves, rather than call for help and do it in pairs. Fear of looking incompetent overriding self-preservation, I suppose. All this being despite my missing eye and admittedly rather annoying occasional sharp pains at the top of my spine, hampering my honestly feeble experience with firearms. But we do persevere do we not? We do rise to the challenge?
Amusingly one of the local hicks had been given an inert Eyebot. Now to the untrained eye, and the unskilled mind, this rather practical invention seemed to be nothing but a pile of nuts and bolts. True to form the hick gladly turned the thing over to me. In no time I had the thing up and running, and it is a marvel let me assure you. I hardly have to do anything but point and issue an order before the thing merrily hisses away and destroys whatever trivial nuisance is in my way.
Anyway. The night is running late and I must be going. I again must thank you for so readily giving up your hostages, and some other time I must return to here, to look in on that gullible twerp of an NCR commander. Imagine. All it took to get you for myself, was a moral lecture on “integrity”, if you can believe that. I mean… the NCR troopers have spent more than two days in this neighborhood have they not? Now… Your friends are all dead, and I am sure you are wondering, what I am going to do with you.
Well, you really have nothing I need. You have no information, that you have not already given up and I have your weapons. Thanks again for the lighter by the way. So what I am going to do here, is stab you twice in the liver and let you live in violent pain for about 25 minutes, before you bleed out or your liver fails. Whichever comes first. Scream all you want. None can hear you through the gag, and there is no shame in pain. No shame at all."
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