Post by ChrysamereBlade on Dec 15, 2016 20:11:30 GMT
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WILDER CASTILLO
Occupation: Wastelander, Crimson Caravan
Birth Place: A smaller settelemnt located somewhere in the Mohave desert
Height: 6'4 ft
Weight: 167 lbs
Age: Twenty-nine and a half
Hair: Short, black, unkempt hair
Eye Color: Dark green
Skin: Naturally tanned
Build: Athletic build
Notable Features: Missing eye, wears eyepatch and bandana, tattoos covering arms and chest
Personality
Personality & Traits: Even though the man is missing an eye, he is very confident of himself and believes in mutual respect. He believes that he deserves the best, but not necessarily in a greedy sense, more or so in an equal sense. As far as respect goes, he respects himself and others and expects the others to return the respect. Most would assume he is an asshole because of his appearance, but he's actually very kind and the complete opposite of what he looks to be. However, to every good and bad guy, there are flaws in his personality. He allows himself to be tricked into being robbed blind, however he is working on that in an effort to 'be the better man.'
Legal Status: Very legal, not a single crime
Current Goals: Make some friends, Get some time off of work, Buy a residence in Greystone
Likes: Working for the Crimson Caravan, Dogs, Looking through magazines, Earning honest pay
Dislikes: Rude people, Scams, Liars, Thieves, People who try to get items cheaper & sell items for more
Skills
Speech: Dealing with a lot of people has resulted in being excelling in speech encounters
Barter: A trade man himself, he is good with deals and caps
Unarmed: He is okay at fist-fighting, but tries to avoid it
Hunting: To an extent, he can hunt and kill animals
Equipment
Black bandana - A black bandana that is wrapped around his forehead. There isn't much of an explaination for this one.
Black eyepatch - An eyepatch that is used merely to cover his eyesocket.
Faded green button-up shirt - The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the color of the shirt seems to be faded beyond color recognition. The button-up appears to be a gray color.
Pocketed combat vest -A black, thick and nearly bullet-proof vest with ammunition pockets.
SMG Bullet belt -A bullet belt that is wrapped around his torso.
Worn out, ripped camo jeans with knee pads -A pair of faded out camo jeans with rips and tears in it.
Military boots -A black pair of boots intended for Military use.
Relations
Special||Close Friend||Friend/Well Received||Acquaintance||Untrusted||Disliked||Hated
Ryan Danes
"The town's mechanic, he also seems to be close with that one asian woman, Lilliana. I can't really deplict how I feel about him since I just met him recently in the shop. I believe he sold a bunch of items, that was it... Then Lilliana made me give him 50 extra, in which I lended toward her way for doing the bribe."
Andrew Carlson
"He's kind of my boss and he's kind of a dick, but I can stand him enough to continue working with him. I mean, he's only ever gotten on to me once about being too kind with the pricing, but I can understand. I was new to the job and didn't understand it."
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Background
Wilder was born in a small makeshift settlement that his parents had created, raised along side his siblings and sometimes others that would stay for a while. His childhood was not lonely at all, despite the fact that the majority of his siblings were years older than him. His oldest brother left the small settlement when Wilder was as young as seven, leaving him with a distant memory of him. The others, he knew very well and was close with. When he was nine, the settlement was threatened by a group of raiders, leaving his father no choice but to stock the happy, carefree family with guns. Each child got a gun to defend themselves in case the raiders came back, but they didn't. The family carried on as normal, playing family games and tending to the crops like normal. Seeing that the youngest child was Wilder and he was almost ten, his father did not remove the guns from the children. By the time he was eleven, all of his siblings, save but one, had moved out. His brother, who was a year and a half old than him, was the only one left. They had always rough-housed harder than the others and were much closer due to their age. Less work was put into the crops and more family games were relevant, but what happens when the wasteland is nothing but drought and you barely tend to your crops anymore? Your family goes hungry and you lose caps. His parents had to spend less time with the two, leaving them unattended for hours on end while they worked the crops, or went to larger cities to trade. This was all fine and good until his older brother had lost his gun. He blamed Wilder for the lost gun, even though he had set it out in the field one day and forgotten it there. He wanted Wilder's gun, but he wasn't giving it up and so they wrestled with it. Wilder had fallen backwards, his brother tumbling onto him and the gun's trigger being pulled by accident. The bullet was sent through his sclera, passing through his eyeball and barely making it past his brain and shattering through the side of his skull. His brother began screaming as the blood had covered the both of them, but Wilder was in shock and merely leaned forward and tried to touch his head. He was pushed back down by his brother, who kept screaming for anyone nearby to come and help. Luckily, their parents had been down the road. It took about ten more minutes, when the pain had just started to surface, for his parents to come. His father lifted him up and put him in a cart, rolling him all the way down to the trade market. There was a doctor there that had treated his wounds to the best of her abilities, sending him back home a few days later with a wrap around his head and eye. It took months to heal and his brother had gifted him after a visit in the city, giving him the eye patch that he always wears. Years went by and the brothers grew even closer, maturing and working side by side in the crops. However, his older brother had left in the middle of the night after he had argued with their father. Wilder tried to stop him, but his brother had ignored him and left with a smile. "Good luck." He said. That was the last he had ever heard of him. A year and a half later, when Wilder was old enough to leave too, he stayed. He waited until a caravan had stopped and had been staying with his family, offering him a job at one of their locations. He accepted and weeks later set off for Greystone to work for the Crimson Caravan.