Name: Rattler
Behind the name: Rattler is actually his real name. He was born in a Quopet tribe north of the Capital Wasteland, where boys at the age of 14 had to perform a courageous act and based on their acts they were given names. One of the boys descended down a nearby pit, where not even tribe's most brave warriors dared to set foot, because deep below lived a giant mutated rattlesnake that claimed lives of many. Cunning and agile, the boy managed to kill the giant rattlesnake with a knife, then poisoned this very knife with snake's venom. He returned to the tribe and challenged the tribe's greatest warrior to a duel with knives. The boy easily won, not just thanks to his reflexes but thanks to the snake's poison which made even the greatest warrior feel weak. After the bloody duel was over and news of the giant snake's death spread, the boy was given his name -
Rattler.
Status: dead
How did he die: he performed suicide by killing himself and Eulogy Jones with Fat Man
Race: Caucasian
Gender: male
Age: 29
SPECIAL: S8-P6-E8-C3-I3-A7-L5
Tagged skills: Melee Weapons, Small Guns, Unarmed
Place of birth: the Quopet tribe in the NE of North America.
More about place of birth: At some point, the tribe was visited by friendly Followers of the Apocalypse who tried to educate tribesmen and supply them with food and medicines when necessary. Most importantly, they tried to dissuade the tribe from their cannibalistic habits. Thanks to the Followers, young Rattler learned how to read and write and as he kept hearing stories about the world outside the canyon he was born in, he decided to head out on his own. The chieftain who never liked Rattler because of his rebellious and bloodthirsty nature, forbade him to leave because according to the tribe's laws nobody was allowed to set out on his own. With his bare hands Rattler killed the chieftain, then mutilated his dead body in front of the entire tribe and as a final act - he ate his heart. Tribesmen didn't dare to go against him, but they permanently exiled him from the tribe, thus
opening his way into the wasteland.
Home: nowhere, he's a drifter. But currently he's in the Capital Wasteland.
What they do for a living: enslaving, pillaging, robbing, murdering
Factions: slavers
Companions: none and there'll never be, he's a loner
Love interests: oh please!
Eyes: dark brown
Build: tall, semi-muscular
Physical Appearance:here he is (human)
here he is (ghoul)
Weapons of preference:1 - a unique combat knife, called Pretty Woman, permanently "enchanted" with the rattlesnake's poison
2 - a standard combat shotgun
3 - frag grenades
Clothing:1 - a unique set of raider commando armor called simply Rattler's Armor
2 - a unique red bandana called Red Luck
Perks: cannibal
About PipBoy: he knew how to use it because one of the Followers in his tribe owned one, and occasionally allowed Rattler to fiddle with it. But he acquired his own from some friendly fellow in the wasteland who claimed to escape from Vault 101 and was celebrating his freedom. After emptying a few bottles of beer together, Rattler cut the unsuspecting man's arm off and
then took PipBoy from it. He left the vault dweller to bleed to death.
Theme song: (warning: decreasing sound volume in advance is advised because the default loudness on the linked page is very high) he doesn't have a theme song but there's a
melody which he keeps whistling. The melody is a part of some pre-war song which he found on a holotape and while he didn't understand much of the song because it wasn't in English, he liked the instrumental part and can be heard whistling it, especially when walking through wastes.
Biography/Life History: after killing a bunch of bounty hunters that were after his dirty head, Rattler realized that he should head south, as he always did, when things up north got too rough for his bloody taste. He heard rumors about slavers operating in the Capital Wasteland, so why not take a chance…
While Rattler can be considered a raider, he’s actually more than a mere raider. He’s a filthy scumbag that revels in pillaging and murdering. He’s the best example of the worst that humanity has to offer. If you see a lone traveler with a red bandana, run! Else you’re about to run out of your luck…
This post has been edited by Lopov: Sep 25 2016, 09:36 PM