He's in the Brotherhood of Steel kicking some serious Super Mutant ass. Still waiting for the Enclave to return to the wasteland.

Dying of Cancer. Judging by the amount of radiation he svcked up like a sponge, probably multiple types.

Chances are, thats going to be the realistic death of most characters, if the harshness of the wasteland doesn't do them in, either via unfortunate Deathclaw ambush, Talon Company/Regulator hit teams, or death via slow radscorpion poisoning.

Living in the sniper shack protecting his territory.

Wandering the wastes, ruin to ruin. Negotiating entry when possible, forcing the issue with a mixture of explosives, energy weapons, and small arms fire when any occupants won't listen to reason. Once inside, copying historical and medical data for his effort to chart a path to restoring society. Further contemplating fully repairing and reprogramming the Robco factory to build a Protectron army to escort him when he begins the long trek north and then west. Maybe even inventing some kind of robot pack-mule, if he can't get a large vehicle up and running that isn't in such poor condition that it goes nuclear with two .32 bullets to the door.

Troy Hunter would be in his office, in Raven Rock, treating his variety of radiation-caused issues (from constant nosebleeding to epilation) in secrecy while his soldiers patrol the streets of D.C. destroying anything that is not Enclave, animals or your average Wastelander.

My female would most likely be dead. She has killed quite a lot of people so she would sooner or later start suffering from severe psychological problems. Which is not good.

Your name is EnclaveRulez. Why would you marry the co-leader of the D.C. Brotherhood?

Sorry, wrong area to post in.

Gee, you too?

After he turned into a Ghoul while mapping the entrance to Vault 87 he went to Old Olney Nuka Grenades on his belt and bottlecap mines in his Pack. He held his Sniper rifle close and only brought 100 rounds. Maybe he survives within Old Olney to this day maybe he perished somewhere deep within. That is for you guys to wonder.

Knowing how my character playing jackaroo (in my character's case jillaroo), somewhere in the middle of the wasteland as a skeleton with a curtain part of her body missing.

Jacob 'Black Dog' O'Tell- Retired to Rivet City, where he took up a job cleaning and repairing guns for Flak 'n Shrapnel. A true mercenary at heart, he spends most of his time down by the Water Merchant Pickup, chewing the fat with the caravaners on their way in from and out to Project Purity... that is, when he's not dead drunk at the Muddy Rudder. His days of wandering behind him, he eventually found himself tutoring CJ Young and James Hargrave in the art of 'Wasteland Scavving'. When he eventually bumped into Tammy Hargrave, his young pupil's alcoholic mother, the two of them very nearly came to blows. Deeply flawed, and quite dysfunctional, the pair have made something of a 'minor' improvement to their lives by remaining together.


Dr. Julianna Caine- Her efforts eventually paid off when, after years of research and experimentation, the Ridgefield Electrical Power Plant was restored to life. Instantly, the Brotherhood of Steel became interested in her work... and before long, she and Elder Lyons were involved in the makings of plans for a 'reconstruction effort' of the Capital Wasteland's power grid. Hundreds of man-hours (and woman-hours, too) have been spent repairing and replacing ruined power lines running to and from the desolate wasteland villages of D.C. It wasn't long at all, however, before Doctor Caine found herself wanting to find another challenge... a new problem to solve... and so she left the Metropolitan Power Project in the capable hands of the Brotherhood of Steel.

The latest accounts place her somewhere in Old Olney, accompanied by a small army of armed mercenaries. When asked about her current work, all she would say is that 'Olney had a power-station too! I plan to find it... Deathclaw or not!'


Jamie "Boomer" Rodriguez- Boomer's Boomsticks flourished over the years, eventually becoming even more popular than Flak 'n Shrapnel's. By 2279, 'Boomer' Rodriquez had completely removed himself from the wasteland scavenger gig, and instead taken up the full of his attention with running his store. In July of 2282 however, an on-the-job accident cost him his right eye when a keg full of gunpowder ignited behind his shop in the Rivet City Market. Although medical response was quick, there was nothing that could be done to save his eye... and they were forced to remove it. In light of this turn of events, Boomer decided it would be best if he retired... giving his shop away freely to Flak 'n Shrapnel, with whom he had become close friends in their time as 'competitors'.

Retirement only lasted so long for Mr. Rodriguez, however...

On January 2nd, 2283, Jamie Ramone "Boomer" Rodriguez entered the Weatherly Hotel for his evening meal. While there, he got between owner Vera Weatherly and a rather vicious slaver by the name of Sister. When Sister pulled his gun, Boomer pulled his faster and shot him dead. Rivet City Security took him in for questioning... but ultimately Security Chief Danvers was rather impressed with his attempts to resolve the situation fairly. After some coercion, she eventually convinced him to take her old job. By the end, he knew he had found the perfect line of work for him.

He had also met Lana Danvers... the woman who would eventually be his wife. Theirs was a relationship which endured the public eye and intense scrutiny of an entire city, and one which would empower them both to do great things for that city once they had earned its full trust. As Rivet City continues to grow and build, so too do the burdens of daily life for the Danvers-Rodriguez family. With one young son, and a second child on the way, daily life is a drastic change of pace from the usual violence and struggle for survival which encompassed his youth.

And for him... that's just fine...


Loomie- Life was harsh, violent, and short for this wasteland ruffian... the child of parents who were but children themselves, and who perished as violently and painfully as they had lived. Like most raiders... she learned from a young age that nothing in this life comes for free. Be that payment pain, food, or flesh... one does what one must to survive... and survival was something Loomie became very good at. As a young girl, she learned how to move quickly and quietly... how to stalk prey... how to stalk a mark... how to tell an easy bloodbath from certain death. When she was old enough to carry a gun, one was thrust into her hands without lesson or explanation. Learning was a matter of -survival-... and survival is something that a raider learns through blood, sweat, and tears.

By the time she was fourteen... Loomie had killed two armed caravaners, a slaver from Paradise Falls who tried to steal from her tent, and at least a couple dozen rival gang-members whom had attempted to encroach upon Evergreen Mills territory. At sixteen, she was a rival to any pre-war marksman... and one of the most affluent members of the 'Central Five'. Madame, the oldest member of the Five, took a particular shining to her. Running the Evergreen Mills Brothel afforded Madame the kind of power which most male members of the gang only wished that they could wield... and it was her sharing of that power with Loomie which cemented their bond. Rumors of their being 'romantically involved' are difficult to substantiate for any outsider... but one can surmise what they will from this simple fact: Where you found one, you could most certainly find the other.

At seventeen, Loomie found herself both a respected leader, and an expecting mother.

Her son, Rascal, was born a scrawny... screaming... bothersome mess of blood and tears and writhing. She resented the child, at first, as something which would divide her attention away from protecting her people. She also feared that if she were seen to be showing the child too great a deal of attention, it would be seen as a sign of weakness. Madame was the one to see this conflict within her... her natural instinct to mother the child... and her survival instinct to wash her hands of the burden and be done with it. In the end, Madame proposed that perhaps it was time for a new way of doing things at Evergreen Mills... and so the child found itself the unwitting subject of a madwoman's doting affections.

The story ends here, however... as the author was not present for much longer after that. Once his business was done, he moved along to the next market. He heard rumors of a bloody assault launched upon Evergreen Mills... instigated by some nameless wanderer... by means of the radio, only. Whether any survived, such as Madame or Loomie... he never did learn.

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Whelp... that's it, so far.

We'll see what new stories I make once I get FOOK2 and MMM to work properly.

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Helping the brotherhood and megaton, maybe died an honorable death with the BoS while they were ambushed with an epic death pose... lol

Stuck in Raven Rocks kitchen cooking up lot's of Deathclaw surprise and mole rat jerky.

In New Vegas

Repair mother ship zeta then do the Killing, Robbing, Slaving part

probably eradicated talon company

He's most likely living the rest of his life in comfortable Tenpenny Tower. Drinking whiskey with Mr. Tenpenny and Mr. Burke.
His suite being guarded 24/7 by his own guards. Smoke still rises from Megaton in the distance as he throws a bottlecap below, smiling.

My guy's relaxing in Megaton, doing the odd quests here and there. His work with the Purifier is done. The BOS can fight the Enclave themselves.

Found his way back into vault 101 to ask amatas hand (in marriage [censored]). Now they since then have found a bus, figured out how to run it on irradiated and clean water, armored it with scraps from megaton and are on their way with Fawkes and Dogmeat to New Vegas. Only to stop in vault city and decide not to leave but the lone wanderer (Jack Winterfield) has also gained communication with his brother (Axel Winterfield) through letters. Jack finds out that his brother is working as a courier and carrying an important package :wink_smile:.

P.S.: sorry if my grammar and punctuality svcks im at the bussiness end of a 26 hour gaming streak.

He's probably just another insane survivor after realizing that Vault 106 only has one panel for opening the door and also realizing he left his experimental MIRV in Megaton

Samantha

Dead. Her gun-for-hire lifestyle and her only concern being caps brought her to the attention of the Regulators. Despite her Chinese Stealth Suit and Special Silenced Weaponry, it's more then fair to say the Regulators cornered her - likely coming back from a mission via the Metro tunnels in Downtown DC - and brought her to justice.


Ranger

Poor Ranger. He had abandonment issues and the sheltered life of Vault 101 left him totally unprepared for life in the wastes. After helping "Fight the Good Fight" and getting GNR back on the air, Ranger fled into the Metro tunnels, where he's presumably found a hidey hole to shut the harsh Wasteland World away. Many travelers note his Dog coming and going, presumably to bring him food.


Joshua

Messiah of the Wasteland and activator of Project: Purity, this Lone Wanderer increasingly found his services unneeded. With Vault 101 still sealed from the outside world, and no family left to him, he left his home in Megaton to the orphan boy Bryan Wilks, turned over most of his weapons and armor to the Brotherhood of Steel for research and safe keeping, and headed out on a caravan with the Outcasts to the West Coast. The Outcasts were journeying to find out why they couldn't communicate with the Lost Hills Bunker. The Lone Wanderer was tagging along because maybe somewhere, out there in the wastes, he could find a true home.

My main's living out of the Citadel as a Brotherhood of Steel Paladin,my all-melee female will be kicking back in Megaton with her friends, most likely.

After wiping out the brotherhood of steel and large settlements like rivet city and megaton, my character would amass a faithful army of slavers, to secure DC and establish a new slaver hub.

Left in a shallow grave after a job for the Mojave Express went wrong. Yeah, I went there. :shifty:

No, but seriously he's probably just wandering around somewhere out west with Charon and Dogmeat.

Well, in my original character's life, it is three years later.

He's virtually king of the wasteland...except it's overrun with hordes of albino radscorpions and other big bad nasties.

Fantasy:

To unite the Wasteland under a centralised government, establish a hospital, decent school, farming and communications. Intended to have a couple of regulators in each of the settlements, establish the rule of law, offer the brotherhood citizenship in return for assistance, set Reilly's mob up to train the people to look out for themselves, and to finally eradicate the nasties in the wastes.

Reality:

Has become the biggest arms dealer in the DC area, hangs out with a mangy unwashed dog and a drippy ghoul. Doesn't have much to do anymore except visiting Bittercup and shooting people.

Is probably heading towards being a fat old alcoholic who still shoots people.