Iron Alpha's Many faces

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I'll be posting my characters here. I have a few, and this thread might get updated over time.

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Fallout Characters

 

 

Name: Warren Bentley

 

Gender: Male

 

Age: 25

 

Race: Caucasian

 

Karmic Alignment: Neutral

 

Appearance: A handsome blonde man with blue eyes, or at least he did. He's exceptionally pale due to lack of sunlight, and has a sickly appearance. (This will change as Warren spends time in the wastes.)

 

Clothing/armor: A space suit that has been modified with car parts for added protection.

 

(Optional) Pet: None

 

Starting Weapon: Experimental Uberfalcon (An experimental Laser pistol that fires an entire clip's worth of energy in a single shot for tons of damage. However, It's flawed design makes it take a solid 15 seconds to reload, and it must be reloaded after every shot. On top of that, it's prone to misfiring, and needs constant repairs.)

 

Skills/Occupation: He Is skilled in energy weapons, and is trained in advanced repairs. He's also quite a charismatic guy from his celebrity status before the war.

 

Personality: Potentially thoughtless at times, and optimistic when the world around him doesn't call for him to be. He's also pretty. . . Well crazy. He did wake up one day and find his entire world destroyed after all.

 

History/Background: A hero in his day, Warren Bentley worked for Repconn as an Astronaut. He relished his fame, and together with his scientist brother, was the first man to use the Repconn Deep-Space Rocketpod, a spacecraft that allowed distant travel in space. He was sent on a mission to Saturn, along with a special laser pistol that was designed to "Battle the Alien Menace" according to the scientists working on the project. He set out, frozen in a Cryogenic tube. Unbeknownst to him, the project was funded by the Enclave. He was a guinea pig to test the technology they planned to use to escape the earth in the event of a nuclear war.

5 Years after he set out, the great war ocurred. After he finally arrived at Saturn the craft he was in was called back to earth. He crashed in the former DC area. At first he thought he had crashed on an alien planet, but he was soon attacked by raiders, and discovered the truth. He's looking for the vault his brother was sent to, since he has no idea how long he's been gone.

 

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Name: Wallace Thompson

 

Gender: Male

 

Age: 46

 

Race: Caucasian

 

Karmic Alignment: Good

 

Appearance: A tall, strong man in a Ranger's duster. His hair is black, and ragged from many days trekking the wilderness, and he has a beard to match. He wears an eyepatch over one eye, to cover old scars from the war with Caesar's Legion.

 

 

Clothing/armor: An old beat up Ranger's duster, and an eyepatch over one eye

 

(Optional) Pet: Ruby, His Brahmin

 

Starting Weapon: A .44 Revolver, and a custom built minigun Called Anna Maria. Anna Maria has a Vertibird blade attached to it for close encounters. Anna Maria is currently damaged and unusable unless replacement parts are found.

 

Skills/Occupation: A caravaneer, with skills in repairing guns, as well as some machinery. He's also quite skilled with big guns.

 

Personality: He comes across as a world weary old man, who's just searching for a reason to keep breathing another day.

 

History/Background:Wallace was born in the wasteland. Literally, his parents worked for the Crimson Caravan Company, and his mother gave birth to him in the middle of nowhere. For the early years of his life, he ran with his parents on their trade routes. Out there, he learned to live off the land, the value of caps in the wasteland society.

 

His father used to work for the Gun Runners, but quit after he was married, since the Crimson Caravans and Gun Runners were rival companies and he didn't want it to impede his relationship.

He taught his son everything he knew about guns.

 

The most important thing Wallace learned in the wastes was how cheap human life was treated. Many times, his family would run across a settlement that had been decimated by raiders, and many times did he find children younger than him alone, and starving.

 

He didn't know much about life yet, but he knew this was wrong. Life wasn't supposed to be this way.

 

One day, when Wallace was fifteen, his family stopped at a small settlement for the night, and it was attacked by Slavers. They hit hard, decimated the town's whole encampent of NCR soldiers, and making off with Most of the townspeople, Wallace and his family included.

 

Before they could make it back to the Slaver camp, the slavers started to fall.

It easn't until after the men were killed that the would-be slaves even heard the shots. After the Slavers were wiped out Wallace and the others were unsure how to react. A few folks kept going towards the Slaver camp.

 

Worse case sceneario, it was some unhappy remnants of The Master's army who were still picking up travellers. Wallace's father said they didn't exist, but they'd heard stories.

Best case scenario, it was the NCR.

 

Lady luck smiled on them. It was the Rangers. Just two actually.

There had been at least ten slavers, but these two men took them out like it was nothing.

 

Wallace thought the world wasn't right, and now he knew how to make it better. He was going to be a Ranger, like them.

His parents were very supportive, and let him stay at the Ranger station.

 

He started off cleaning the Ranger's guns for tips, then, he was repairing them, then building them.

By the time he was Twenty, he was in the Heavy Troopers, doing upkeep on their weapons as well as the rangers.' There he gained an appreciation for big guns.

 

After many years he finally made it. He was a Ranger.

 

He fought the Legion in the Mojave Wasteland alongside his fellow rangers. He was in the first battle of Hoover Dam in 2277, wherein his squad promised that they would survive the battle and start a cravan together after the war. He outlived them all that day. He also reached the asteemed rank of Ranger Elite.

He was known as a hero for his exploits in the battle, but he remembers it differently. As he told a young recruit a few years later when asked about the battle: "In battle, there are no heroes. Just men killing other men for a cause he don't know. My brothers all died in that battle, and I get called a hero for surviving? I was a coward. They were the heroes."

Not much else happened during his tour of duty, but he did fight in the final battle. Afterwards, he was issued an honorable discharge after a Legionaire's spear pierced his eye, and he disappeared.

 

Some say he took to the drink and died out there, and others say he left the Mojave to start that caravan he's planned with his squadmates.

 

He did start the caravan, but he stayed in the Mojave. He drifted from town to town, selling the guns his daddy taught him to build. Made plenty of caps, too, but fate had other plans.

He fell in with a group of wastelanders, and supposedly they did something big, but that's a story for another day. Point is, he lost his hard earned caps, his caravan, and even his minigun; Anna Maria. He split from his group, and headed off for greener pastures. He headed east. To the ruin now known as the Capitol Wasteland.

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Edited August 27, 2012 by IronAlpha