Coldshort's Company Character Thread, Post your character! Options

[Dantrag]

Post your characters here. Please don't clutter the thread with comments; that's what the planning thread is for. Post character sheets only, so we can have a nice, neat reference.

NOTE: for those not involved in the original planning, check the planning thread for available classes/roles if you would like to join in.

Here's the Format
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Name
Gender
Age
Race
Appearance
Skills
Weapons
History/Background

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Name: Keara

Gender: Female

Age: 23

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Long black hair, dim grey eyes, and a thin, wiry body (likely from heavy chem use). Wears an old pair of jeans and a faded grey t shirt. Carries a pair of binoculars as well.

Skills:
Energy Weapons
Sneak
Lockpick
Survival

Weapons: Laser Rifle, Plasma pistol, switchblade.

History and Background:
Keara is both the youngest and newest member of the group. She was recruited a year ago after being caught trying to steal from Coldshort's crew. Instead of punishing her, Laura made her an offer she couldn't refuse.

Keara has a long criminal history, considering her age. Not too long ago, she was employed as a caravan guard for a man named Doc Hoff, who dealt in chems. A hopeless jet addict, Keara couldn't resist stealing her own employer's merchandise. She was not only fired, but stripped of everything she owned and left for dead. It wasn't long before the Regulators heard of her deeds, so she stayed out in the wastes, slowly trying to regain her place in the world.

It was not long after this that she happened across Coldshort's Company. She had no caps, no clothes, and no weapons, so she decided to try her luck robbing them while they rested. Laura caught her, and instead of turning her in to the Regulators, suggested that she pay off her debts by working with the mercs as a scout.

She got no pay at first, as penance for her attempted theft, but now she is on the 'payroll', and has obtained some new equipment.

Keara is probably the least 'honorable' member of the group, and is known to be very opportunistic. She is still on the run from the Regulators (which she has kept secret from the rest of the group), she has problems with authority (with the exception of Laura, who she feels indebted to), and is highly dependent on chems. Her best friend is her dog, Lucky, a black lab that has tagged along with her since her early teens.

[Lord Revan]

Name: Damon Wyeth
Sex: Male
Age: 31
Race: African American

Appearance: Damon stands at 5’5” (165 cm) and wears a sleeveless brown duster over a white turtleneck (similar to the Merc Cruiser Outfit), fingerless gloves, a dark brown scarf, elbow and knee pads, and a pair of combat boots. An eyepatch covers his right eye, which is a cybernetic implant, his left eye is brown while the implant is grey. He wears a coyote tan boonie hat to keep the sun off his face.

Skills-
Repair (Low) Only maintaining firearms and disarming traps.
Survival (Medium)
Science (High) Damon's technical expertise is limited to manipulating software.
Sneak (Medium)
Small Arms (Medium)
Melee Weapons

Weapons-
M-16A2 (5.56mm NATO): selective-fire, Skeleton Stock, 20 round magazines with a GI web sling.
Wells-Fargo Schofield Revolver (.357 Magnum): 5 inch barrel, 6-Shot, top-breaking
Tactical Tomahawk: Parkerized finish, 12 3/4 inch overall length.
Gerber Mk I Knife: 4 3/4 inch blade, kept in his right boot

History: Wyeth was raised in the Commonwealth north of the Capital Wasteland. Up until his departure, Damon enjoyed a fairly high standard of living. His father, a security analyst, took him out hunting every other weekend. It was from these tours that Wyeth gleaned the survival skills that he used to track runaway synths for the Synth Retention Bureau.
When he joined the bureau, Damon believed runaways were merely malfunctioning. After eight years of hunting them down, he learned the truth. During a hunt, Wyeth encountered a female Railroader sheltering his target. At first the woman's defense of synth self-determination only frustrated him and his partner. But as the night wore on, the two SRB agents noticed that the Railroader did not appear to be folding in spite of the pressure. Suspicious of her fortitude, Damon's partner struck her on the back of the head. The blow revealed that the woman was in fact a synth herself.
Although they took her back to the Institute and gleaned from her the location of their initial target, Damon couldn't shake the fact that this synth had thrived in her community. If runaways really were perilously disfunctional, then how could one lead a succesful life among people revealing its identity? Shaken by this revelation, Wyeth left the Commonwealth to leave the dilema behind him.
In time, the former hunter found his way south to the Capital Wasteland. His expertise at tracking and investigation serves him well as a hunter of raiders, those whom survive by pillaging others. At the present, Damon Wyeth is cooling down in Megaton between hunting expeditions.

This post has been edited by Lord Revan: Aug 11 2011, 06:34 AM