Flying Bullets Company: Characters, Fallout RP Options

[Dantrag]

Anyhoos, here's the character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Role:

Equipment:
Weapons(s):
Skills:

Appearance:
Race:

History:

Let your imaginations run free!

Oh, and no equipment that's too powerful like Plasma Rifles, Gatling Lasers or Power Armour, because that would be silly.

NEW ADDITION: write a short story from your character's past so other players can get an idea of your character's personality and get in their head a little.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Apr 4 2009, 02:57 AM

[Priest of Sithis]

Name: Felix Sanders

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Role: BioChemist

Skills: Trained as a pharmaceutical researcher for the Enclave, Felix has the ability to manufacture Rad-X tablets and with proper lab equipment, Rad-Away. Felix also has a basic understanding of the human physiological system, and with the proper materials, assist with addictions. Can manufacture drugs with the right conditions.

Equipment: Tattered glasses, notepads and pencils, Rad-X and Rad-Away, a broken Walkie-Talkie, sneakers, slacks, white overcoat, green t-shirt.

Weapons: A small .33 caliber magnum with five in the spool, A scalpel, and a Bottlecap Mine

Appearance: 6'0". Short cut, graying hair. Cold, calculating gray eyes. A goatee, and the day's worth of stubble. A dirty white lab coat covering a stained old green t-shirt. Tan slacks and battered sneakers complete the outfit.

Race: Caucasian, very tan.

History: Felix was born to two Enclave scientists, who were employed to come up with a permanent solution to the Mutant problem. Felix was always in the lab, mixing and creating things on his own. Under direct supervision from his father and mother, Felix grew into an accomplished BioChemist. Felix's parents both died on a Wasteland expedition. Felix was left alone at age 20, and by his 30th birthday, he had had enough of the Enclave and their totalitarian ways.

Felix left on a wasteland expedition with an Enclave soldier on his 31st birthday. When the soldier finally asked where Felix was headed, Felix shot the soldier in the head. Felix stripped the soldier of his gear, and used it to barter a way into Rivet City, where, for a time, he worked helping people with Radiation sickness. He left two years ago, forging his own path in the Capitol Wastes.

Short Story:
The smell of decay. Felix was used to this by now. But when they took the blindfold off, Felix felt the urge to vomit. Sitting on a table was a torso, and connected to that torso, was a screaming head. The raiders cut his hand ties and Felix reached into his breastpocket and retrieved his glasses. The scene came into focus, and it looked as if the torso on the table was a raider. Or what was left of one.

"Fix him, or you die." Grunted a burly raider.
"Not much to fix, I'm afraid. You might as well kill him. You are only prolonging the inevitable. Send him to a better place." Felix retorted.

For his response, the wooden end of a rifle connected with his face, sending him and his glasses reeling. After retrieving his glasses and standing up, Felix walked over to the bleeding mass. Felix removed his scalpel from his breastpocket, and made a fatal cut across the carotid artery in the raider's neck.

"He's sleeping now," Felix said, making a fake jesture of injecting the raider with an empty syringe next to the table. "I gave him some medicine, he should be fine in the morning." Felix gave his most convincing stare to the two raiders observing, and they began to converse with each other. Felix saw the torso raider's machine gun laying on the ground next to the table. Felix muttered a quick prayer and prayed that it was loaded. He then grabbed the machine and squeezed the trigger.

The sudden flash of movement caught the raider's eye, and they both turned, a moment too late. The rusty machine gun in Felix's hands spat hot metal into the sweaty flesh a few yards away. The muzzle flashes reflected off of Felix's glasses, and a cold resolve came over him.

Dropping the smoking gun to the ground, it being depleted of ammunition, Felix wiped his brow and began searching the camp for supplies.