Fallout Characters: Show off yours here! Options

[Lopov]

Since TES has its own thread, Fallout should have one too!

Feel free to introduce any characters, new or old, dead or alive, smooth-skins or ghouls, from any Fallout game.

I copied the basic sheet from the TES thread but you can change it as you see fit.

I'll begin with Blondie, which I consider to be my most prominent Fallout character.

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Nickname: Blondie

Real name: Alexandra Wright

Status: alive and kicking

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Starting SPECIAL: S6-P8-E6-C5-I5-A6-L4

Tagged skills: Energy weapons, Lockpick, Melee

Level: 50

Traits: none

Place of birth: New Reno, Nevada

Home: house by the railroad in Novac. Apart from her home, Blondie "owns" some places across the Mojave that belonged to her former enemies, namely the Abandoned BoS bunker by the Colorado river, Hamilton's shack in the Guardian Valley and Trapper's dwelling by Jacobstown

What they do for a living: bounty hunter

Factions: Randall & Associates (formerly), NCR bounty hunting office (presently)

Companions: Guts the German shepherd (always)

Love interests: Blondie is bisexual and has been involved with several men and women from all over the wasteland, some were one-night stands, some were long-lasting affairs and some still last. People I remember that she's been with, are: Ringo, 10 of Spades, Ranger Andy, Bradley (mod-added), Hastings (mod-added), Derrick (mod-added), Beatrix Russell, Sweetie, Red Lucy and I'm probably forgetting someone

Physical Appearance: Blondie & Guts

Eyes: blue

Build: slim

Habits: chain smoking

Weapons of preference: MF-Hyperbreeder Alpha, Bowie Knife

Clothing: Courier's Duster

Magic abilities or powers: none

Miscellaneous - dealing with Benny: she killed Benny with his own gun Maria, put a cigarette in his mouth, then threw his cut-off head in a toilet

Theme song: Blondie - Maria

Biography/Life History: Blondie is one of the most notorious and fearsome bounty hunters in the Mojave. She made the name for herself by eliminating several legendary outlaws in the desert and beyond, like in Valle del Hierro and Utah. Though Blondie doesn't swear allegiance to any faction, she's been occasionally working with the NCR as a mercenary. Most people are afraid of Blondie because of her grisly profession and cold personality and as such prefer to avoid her. However, residents of Novac are happy to have her, because she had helped the town many times in the past.

Before becoming a bounty hunter, Blondie was a courier who preferred to spend her hard-earned caps on whiskey and more whiskey. Getting shot in the head sobered her up in a way, and opened up a new path ahead, even though a harsh one.

This post has been edited by Lopov: Sep 9 2019, 10:30 AM

[Lopov]

It's time to introduce my latest contribution to the Capital Wasteland.

Name: Peter Paul Barlow

Nickname / Game name: PP Barlow

Race: Ghoul (formerly Caucasian)

Status: alive

Gender: male

Age: 241

SPECIAL: S8-P5-E9-C2-I3-A8-L5

Tagged skills: Medicine, Melee Weapons, Small Guns

Home: nowhere

Profession: police officer

Factions: US Police Department

Companions: none

Love interests: none

Physical Appearance: here he is

Eyes: ghoulish blue

Build: taller than average

Habits: smoking

Weapons of preference: Barlow's Berreta and Barlow's Peacemaker (an enhanced police baton), in his early days he used the modified .32 pistol

Clothing: police officer uniform, hat & sunglasses

Theme song: here it is

Life History:

On the 23rd of October 2077, on that faithful day when the Great War started and ended, when those ‘lucky’ were safely sheltered in vaults and those unlucky were left outside, there was a police officer who obediently performed his duties despite the approaching apocalypse. His name was Peter Paul Barlow, called PP (Pee Pee) by his colleagues. PP Barlow was a very strict officer, unpopular not just among offenders but among his colleagues as well.

PP Barlow knew what was supposed to happen on that day but he would never allow a nuclear holocaust to prevent him from doing his job. Like every other morning, he came to the HQ at seven o’clock, put on his fine police uniform, had a coffee and a cigarette in the common room, all alone, and then sat in his car and drove from the parking lot, always on a lookout for potential criminals. Because none of his colleagues came to work this day, and PP Barlow assumed that the same applies to all neighboring police stations, he felt even more responsible for peace and order. Perhaps he was the only officer on duty in the entire region, or maybe even in the entire country.

After driving for about ten minutes PP Barlow abruptly stopped the car, brakes screeching. His ever-watchful eyes spotted the cat on a nearby tree that couldn’t come down on its own. As he always did, PP Barlow informed the HQ of his task ahead –“a cat in distress�, waited for response, not really expecting to get any this morning, and then stepped out of the car.

“Meow!� the cat greeted him, recognizing a potential savior. It moved slightly closer and PP Barlow gently grabbed it. He was far from a gentle police officer what several offenders experienced on their own skin, but PP Barlow liked animals very much, liked them more than people. As he was caressing the cat in his hands, blinding light engulfed the entire sky and not even PP’s fine sunglasses, extra-tinted and ordered from Switzerland, weren’t of much help – everything around him got blinding white.

“This is it then,� he told the cat which responded with a frightened meow.

That was when the Great War started and already two hours later it ended, but what was left behind, was only a shadow of the former world.

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For PP Barlow, however, not much changed. He survived the atomic war and defied even high radiation levels yet not entirely without consequences. He became a ghoul, but in the long run it didn’t matter – he wasn’t particularly good-looking when he was human either. But as long as his police pistol was working and the badge was firmly clasped on his uniform, PP Barlow still represented - represented the Law. What he didn’t know or at least wasn’t fully aware of, is that radiation fried his brain. Not completely, but still. He hadn’t gone feral like many other ghouls, but he adapted to his new surroundings from a simple perspective of a police officer whose job was to purge the land of evil-doers. There were other types of offenders in this new world – Super-Mutants, raiders, dangerous beasts - and PP Barlow’s mission was to stop them and prevent innocents from being endangered. There were also lots of cars left at inappropriate places and PP Barlow’s job was to clear the roads – usually by blowing up the cars of course. Lately he heard stories of a police station in the Capital Wasteland, and that is where PP Barlow headed, hoping to get in contact with more police officers and find a functional jail. But the road ahead isn't easy and PP Barlow will meet all kinds of offenders to deal with...

This post has been edited by Lopov: Jul 6 2019, 08:57 AM