Post by jtod on Nov 28, 2016 7:52:44 GMT
TOASTER
Occupation: Raider.
Birth Place: He was raised by a pack of wolves after being abandoned in a dumpster. Or something.
Age: Young.
Skin: Black as night. Well, actually, kinda brown.
Build: Pretty muscular, but he isn't overdoing it with buffout.
Notable Features: Probably the flamethrower. Or the handsome eyelashes.
Personality
Personality & Traits: He's a swag guy with a big heart and partially destroyed liver.
Legal Status: Whoa, the wasteland has a justice system beyond shooting someone in the face?
Current Goals: get lit Kill them all.Likes: Chems. Chems. Chems. Getting wasted. Killing people while shooting psycho.
Dislikes: NCR, regulators, rangers, cowards, bad trips.
Skills
Drinker: The man can drink a behemoth under the table.
Addict: You think smoking a cig gives you a buzz? Man, try psycho. Whoa.
Raiding: No-one knows how to break shit, steal shit, and hurt shit quite like a raider.
Equipment
Reinforced Metal Armor - Heavy as hell, strong as hell, but lacks in durability.
Flamethrower - Raiding is easy when you can run up on a caravan and they all start screaming, "Oh, Toaster, don't burn me, please!" It's fun to burn them.
Chems - Shoot some psycho, shoot some people, set up in a cave, eat cheezy-poofs and call it a day.
Booze - This is to improve his accuracy. Or get drunk.
Relations:
Everyone: I am surrounded by fucking traitors. They fucking did it. They killed her. They killed the ONLY FUCKING THING I cared about in this whole Goddamn world. I want to kill something slowly. I want to torture that fucking traitor, but he's fucking gone. And he took, the one, fucking, thing, I had, and didn't even give me the fucking pleasure of recording his screams as I hurt him in every fucking way imaginable. The others question my decisions now. I've never been this bloodthirsty. All I want to do is kill. We hit the regulator fucks they sent after us. I can't feel happiness anymore, not even chems help now. I inhale jet and I feel nothing. Med-x might as well be water and Buffout could be Flintstone-Gummies. I've shot up so much psycho in that past couple days I should be dead. I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to 'party.' I just want to kill, and watch things die. I killed all of the slaves we had, but nothing will cure my bloodlust now. Nothing is going to cure it now. They didn't go after me. They went after my fucking daughter like a bunch of fucking animals. I can't take it anymore. I was a fucking idiot. I tried again, and again, and again to make peace with these people. I should have killed every townie that entered our camp. I should have killed David and his bitch when we first met. I should have killed them while they were high. I should have killed them while they slept. I should have killed everyone.
Someone is going to die tonight unless they kill me first.
I don't want to live anymore.Stacy: It should have been me. It should have been me. It should have been me.Pepper Pete: We're gonna get stoned and go like, stone a guy to death. It'll be fun, man, trust me.David: Hey, man, like, you're willing to do business and you've hung out with me a couple times, man. Stay groovy.Ryan Danes: Wow, man, like, you got my flamethrower working again. We should hang out, man, my friends need a mechanic.Lilliana: So, like, you think you're hot shit and like, make me want to murder you, but like, you've helped me out, so you're cool.Fly Guy: You're okay, man.NCR: Whoa, how 'bout you guys like, go have an orgy with a deathclaw? Yeah, that'd be real nice.
Final Relations:
Pepper Pete: I wish I had one more meal with you.
Salty Pete: I wish I could thank you for staying by my side during my final days.
Boink: I never really knew you. Out of all my men, you were the strangest. Always quiet, and acting strange. A shame you died a few days before the battle.
Aries: I never got your name. Maybe I did, but forgot. You were the only one who believed I could change my ways. I'm sorry I proved you wrong. Your advice was too late, nothing would have changed at that point.
Ryan: A man I talked to once, in the past. He's probably dead, now.
Lilliana: At the time, I hated you and your man. I wanted nothing but to kill you both. Now, I am sorry you got caught up in this. It was nothing personal.
Jimmy: An odd mutant I met a long time ago.
David: I wish I could think I won. You're dead. Your girlfriend is dead. Your child is dead. Your town has been razed to the ground. I know you won, in the end, though. Everything I did was pointless. You didn't live long enough to feel the amount of agony I felt. You broke me when you took my daughter from me. Well played. I only wish I knew why.
Death:
Toaster never received what he needed most until it was too late: help. With no-one to talk to, his insanity spiraled out of control.
During the Battle of Greystone, as various gangs fought throughout the region and as Greystone fell to the Warhounds, Toaster found himself sitting alone in a dark room in the middle of the city.
A green flare went up above Greystone, signaling that it had fell to the Warhounds.
The man died of a self-inflicted knife wound before the sun came up.