» Fri May 27, 2011 6:12 am
Heya. Not sure if this is what you're after (or if this is what this topic's for), but here's my old Fallout PnP character, and his background:
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Information
Name: Casius
Age: 24
Race: Human, six: Male
Hair: Black, Eyes: Brown
Height: 1.85m, Weight: 168 lbs.
Level: 12
Karma: Good/+180
Primary Statistics:
ST: 6, PE: 5, EN: 7, CH: 4, IN: 6, AG: 7, LK: 5
Secondary Statistics:
Hit Points: 107, Carry Weight: 175, Action Points: 8, Sequence: 10, Melee Damage: 3, Critical Chance: 5%, Healing Rate: 2, Poison Resist: 35%, Radiation Resist: 14%, Gas Resist: 0/0, Electricity Resist: 30%, Armor Class: 27
Threshold and Resistance Statistics:
Normal Threshold/Resistance: 2/50%, Laser Threshold/Resistance: 0/20%, Fire Threshold/Resistance: 2/25%, Plasma Threshold/Resistance: 0/10%, Explode Threshold/Resistance: 0/20%
Skills, Traits and Perks:
*Small Guns: 99%, Big Guns: 32%, Energy Weapons: 36%, *Unarmed: 128%, Melee Weapons: 72%, Throwing: 52%, First Aid: 40%, Doctor: 26%, Sneak: 52%, Lockpick: 45%, Steal: 41%, Traps: 76%, Science: 40%, Repair: 56%, Pilot: 34%, Speech: 36%, Barter: 52%, Gambling: 43%, *Outdoorsman: 92%
Traits: Skilled
Perks: Bonus HtH Damage (1), Die Hard, HtH Evade, Prizefighter
Equipment:
1 x Combat Leather Jacket, 1 x Brass Knuckles, 1 x Colt 6520 10mm Pistol, 4 x 10mm JHP, 2 x Flares, 1 x Rope, 503 x Bottle Caps
History: The Tale of Casius
-As told by Bridgette McConnell
"Casius always was a fighter. That has never been in dispute. We've been through more than a few scraqes during our time together, and I can't name one time when I haven't felt safe knowing that he's got my ass. He can box with the best of them, and can hit a fleeing Brahmin in the eye from twenty yards with the majority of firearms, if he cares to; I remember a time when he took to the ring with a guy twice his size, and beat him into the dirt without even breaking a sweat.
"Where did he come from? In all honesty, I can't answer that question and promise you that everything I'll say is the wholly accurate, because chances are that it ain't. What I know about Casius I heard from a friend-of-a-friend, and he apparently heard it from somewhere else. Can't trust what you hear nowadays; normally I dismiss what I hear from wanderers as the babble of tongues loosened by too much liquor, but in this case I think I can certify that at least some of the stories are true, having travelled with the guy for a time myself.
"According to my sources, Casius isn't really called Casius, but was born to the name Judas Kepler. He was raised somewhere to the west, where the old discs say Old California used to be. He was an orphan, raised on a ranch somewhere that doubled as a farm and Brahmin ranch. I did a little research into this myself, see if it was genuine, and apparently there was such a place there a good decade ago. The Doc Ranch, it was called, run by well-respected James "Doc" Gibbon and his wife Shiela; rumour was that old Doc couldn't give his wife any kids, so he tried to make it up to her by finding parentless youths and bringing them back home to look after them. Their work got them a lot of respect ? children are a worthy commodity, especially now, when the human-race is already nearing extinction; unfortunately, their growing name won them attention from the wrong sort.
"You know who the Raiders are, right? Good, then I don't have to waste time explaining. Well, the Gibbon's good name brought the Raiders to the door ? smart move on their part, since children make the most obedient captives, and fetch a nice price with the Slaver's Guild. Anyways, a large Raiding party showed, killed all of the advlts on the ranch, burned it down, and then took the children back with them. Casius was only about two or three at the time, if my math's right; he probably don't remember any of it, which makes it a little clearer why he did what he did next: he was initiated into the Raiders.
"Hey, before you start looking on the man in a different light, sit your ass back down a listen a little more, okay? He was one of the few that the Raiders didn't sell ? not sure why they didn't do away with him, but they didn't, so don't ask ? and he, along with a few others, were raised by the female slaves that their group's leader bought during the same transaction. The girls were taught how to act like proper little servants; the lads were taught how to fight. Casius? He was a genuine brawler, and it didn't take them long to see it. He became on of their favourites quickly, and by the time he got into his teens, he was already given membership.
"Not sure what happened for the next few years, but knowing the Raiders like I do, I can guarantee that it wasn't pleasant, especially for any of the neighbouring towns. All I know is that, one day, Casius just stopped taking orders. Most other people think that he became worried about being targeted by bounty hunters, or by the town's sheriffs; I think that he just finally started listening to his conscience. Oh he's got a conscience ? a big one. One of the nicest guys you'll ever meet, if you can get past his 'I don't need no-one' mucho-exterior. There's been more than one time when his sense-of-right-and-wrong have come into play, and more than once the poor sod being pounded about unjustly finds himself a mite better off. Anyways, Casius undoubtedly turned his back on the Raiders one day a time ago, and that decision very nearly lost him his life.
"Now, this next part I know for sure, since Casius himself don't keep it much of a secret: when the Raider-Chief found out about Casius's defiance he had the group beat on him, inject him with poison ? most likely Radscorpion's, since those bastards seem to be everywhere ? and then dump him out in the wastes. He was dying, no doubt about it ? he was beaten bad enough that he couldn't walk, and his veins were blistering with the crap they put in him. Seemed like the angels above were singing his song? but he didn't die. How'd he live? Well, this is where things get a mite fuzzy with the details ? if you ask anyone else, they say that he overcame the poison himself, and then dragged himself to a small village south of where they dropped him: unlikely, for sure, but I wouldn't put it past Casius to pull off something like that. But if you ask Casius what happened, he'll start telling you all about the Woman in White.
"Okay, here's what Casius would tell you on the Woman in White: according to him, he was very near his final dance when a young woman, garbed all in white, showed up out of nowhere. No caravan with her, no guards or anything ? just her. She found him, placed her hands upon him, and the poison was purged from his body. Not only that, but she also cared for him, nursed him back to health, and then disappeared whilst he slept.
"Sound weird, huh? I thought so to, when I was first told it. I met Casius about two months later, in old Brownstone. He came looking for work, and I just so happened to have a coyote problem ? damn critters were hunting our animals and livestock. Anyways, he came along and smashed a few canine skulls; when he came for his pay, I was having a little trouble with a local lout who couldn't keep his hands to himself. Casius saw to him too. He did a mighty job of impressing me that day, so much so that I decided to kick-start my long-term goal of leaving Brownstone and seeing the world. Don't look at me like that: you and I both know that what's left is hardly worth seeing, but at the time I was none-the-wiser, having never left the town. But Casius had seen the outside, and I managed to convince him to take me along with him. Reluctant at first ? seemed to have the mistaken impression that being a farmer's daughter made me weak ? but he came around to the idea when I told him that I was good with a rifle, and a fair trade with the stitching needle. From the kind of work that he was listed to have done, I assumed he'd see the sense in my particular skills: glad to say that he did.
"It was during those first few weeks together that I really got to know just how tough a guy Casius was. We were headed east ? most likely to head away from the Raider groups and the towns that Casius used to steal from, though I didn't know it at the time ? and that meant spending a lot of time on the roads. Casius possesses a good head for direction and tracking, so we were okay on our own, though we wouldn't pass up the opportunity to branch off with a caravan if the opportunity came along. We met a few critters on our way out, but the guys who were leading us knew the safest routes, so our encounters were brief and there was only three occasions where we lost someone. Eventually, we made it to Hijaro, a small settlement near the coast, where we decided to rest up for a while, plan out our next few moves. It was there in that quiet little place that we met Tarkon.
"You haven't ever met Tarkon, so for your benefit I'll elaborate a little more: Tarkon is a big guy. We're talking real big. He towered over me and Casius to such a degree that we figured he must have been mutated or something. Turns out we were half-right: Tarkon is a Halfie. Lost you, have I? Then I'll detail it a little clearer for you: you heard of those big creatures in the north and south, the ones that give even the Brotherhood trouble? Super-Mutants are their names. Well, sometimes, one of those gets ranchy with one of ours, and from that little in-and-out comes a Halfie. Sometimes you can't tell them apart for what they are ? Tarkon just looked like a big, ugly giant ? but sometimes you can, and that makes folk a mite weary around them. Unfortunately for Tarkon, though, someone found out what he was, and the town turned on him, tried to run him out or kill him. Casius, at this point, moved in to help the guy; okay, she we all got ran out of town, but at least the Halfie can still breathe in all this toxic air, right?
"See? Told you Casius had a sweet side.
"Anyways, after leaving Hijaro, the three of us ? yes, Tarkon came with us, since Casius didn't feel right about leaving him alone so close to a Brotherhood settlement ? headed south, in the hopes of making it in time for a hunting enclave down south. According to my sources ? I got a few of them, you'll find ? the enclave held a hunting contest three times a year, the winner of which found himself walking away with a much heavier purse. Anyways, Casius believed my sources, and wanted to try out for the reward, as did Tarkon, who could lift up a Brahmin with his own two hands. I knew that together, they could walk away with the reward, so I didn't worry too much about the competition ? until I found out that their competition was a band of Ghouls, all armed well and fuelled by a hatred of the non-radiated. To even out the odds, Tarkon hired a little help from the nearby town before the contest began ? thanks to them, the fight that ensued went much smoother, and we didn't lose anyone. The Ghouls ran away limping, their tails between their legs? or so Casius thought. Turns out that they hadn't though ? on their trip back through the town, they grabbed yours truly and made a run for their hideout up in the mountains.
"What were they like? Ain't you ever seen a Ghoul before?? You haven't? Well, ain't you the sheltered butterfly! Well, I can say pretty fairly that I envy you: Ghouls aren't the nicest people to be around. Now, don't get me wrong, I ain't saying that they're all bad ? saying that they're all bloodthirsty savages would be like saying the same thing about any human group ? but their appearance, their smell? it ain't pleasant by any definition of the word. The radiation of the bombs all those years ago ? and the radiation that's still settled ? has morphed them into unsightly creatures, ones that you want to shower with disgust and pity at the same time. I don't judge on appearances normally, but in the case of the Ghouls, no-one could blame me for being more than a little sick in the stomach.
"Anyways, back to my little story. The group took me up to the cave, where they threw me in a makeshift jail. Wasn't much ? might've been able to pick the lock if I tried ? but there was always a sentry about, and they were packing some nasty weaponry, and some even nastier tempers. They guessed that Casius and Tarkon would come for me, and indeed they did. They attacked my companions on sight, and though Casius made it through, Tarkon was badly hit, and whilst he was down, one of the Ghoul's rabid dogs tore his throat out. Casius cleaned up the last two survivors and got me out of there, but my rescue was achieved at the price of a friend ? and not to mention that I was suffering from the after-effects of radiation poisoning. Yeah, I got the effects of it ? not much thankfully, but enough to make travelling unthinkable for a while; turns out that the Ghouls had chosen that place to hide because it had once housed a nuclear reactor, which made their den less likely of being infiltrated by those of the curious sort.
"As I said, I couldn't move for a time, so Casius left me in the care of the town folk whilst he went on ahead to check out travelling route. I did as I was told ? mainly because I physically couldn't follow him ? but he wasn't gone for too long. Two weeks later he returned, but he wasn't alone: he had with him a wolf-dog mutt, one that looked very unfed and ill-nurtured. I thought at first that it might drop dead where it stood, but appearance were deceiving: the dog was a lot better off that day than when Casius found it and, thanks to him, that dog recovered very well, as you can see. Okay, so his coat is still a little thin, but he's put back on weight, and he's eating properly again.
"Where did Casius get him? At a caravan rest to the south-east of the village where I was resting up. I asked Casius about it when he returned, and apparently the caravans all belonged to a group of gamblers. No, before you ask, they didn't gamble like you do, unless you bet on which sickly animal can last longer in a fight against a Radscorpion when both of them are tethered in a small, fenced up ring. Yeah, that made me cringe when I heard about it too, but those bastards were doing it, and thanks to them, three dogs were already dead. Thankfully, Casius got there before this beautiful boy here could meet the same fate. How did Casius get him out? He did it like he does most things: with fists of iron. No, he didn't take them all out ? though I don't doubt he could've, had they not all been armed with shotguns and the like ? but he did offer them a gamble: a hand-to-hand fight with their largest member for the dog's freedom. If Casius lost, they most likely would have fed him to the scorpion, or the already-starving dogs; Casius won.
"When Casius came back to meet me, he came back with some bad news ? apparently the guy he beat was chummy with someone a little higher up the food-chain, someone who claimed to have contacts within the Brotherhood itself. I didn't believe him, but Casius didn't want to take the risk: he told me that he was giving me the dog to look after, and that I was to stay where I was, and follow him no longer. I argued, of course, and I even tried to follow him, but his stubbornness made it clear to me that he fully expected me to perish if I went. And so I stayed, I did what I was asked to do, and I've been doing it ever since.
"Well, that's all I can tell you for certain about the man, since this place is pretty dead for those who keep and ear to the wind. I haven't heard much about him, or where he is or has been, but I can promise you something: whatever he's got in store for him, you can guarantee that it'll be big. He just seems like a guy who knows how to affect the world; in the time I knew him, he changed a lot of things, and I fully expect him to change a whole lot more.
"Just you wait and see."
