Post by Merpkiller on Oct 3, 2017 22:51:48 GMT
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Idk someone sent me this, it works.
This is only to be used OOC and none of this may be noted IC.
Ryan Danes
Occupation: Mechanic/ Scavenger
Birth Place: -Unspecified-
Height: 5'8
Weight: Approx. 200 lbs
Age: 31
Hair: Brown
Eye Color: blue
Skin: Caucasian
Build: Balancesd, broad shoulders, toned legs.
Notable Features: "Well.. a guy, what do you want from me anyway!?" Scruffy and displaced facial hair scattered along his lower face, bruises and cuts all over his hands on a regular basis, neck has very faint and scattered signs of burn marks, light bags under the eyes, a few scars from various scraps over the years, face is less tan than the rest of him, probably from that welding mask, strange scarring marks on his ring finger wrapping around its base.
Personality
Personality Traits: A bit rough and slightly standoffish to strangers, or idiots, but friendly to newcomers to town and those he knows. Tends to have little temper when in stressful situations or when dealing with those he deems stupid or incompetent.
Legal Status: Single
Current Goals: Not die, run the shop, make money, repair that damn boat, Kill that fucking sheriff when I get the chance.
Likes: Working on various mechanical devices, scavenging and salvaging, repairing the boat, casual conversation, helping others to an extent.
Dislikes: 'The Sheriff', Dumbasses, raiders, *Non-talking* DEATHCLAWS, half the jet wasted assholes that walk in his shop and babble incoherently, distractions, surprises (the bad ones), people asking for repairs on guns that could have been avoided by bothering to clean the damn thing for once.
Skills
Skill:
Mechanical knowhow: Master: Given some time, tools, and resources, Ryan can fix whatever he needs to. In addition, in times of desperation with the proper items, he can create limited items, such as guns, weapons, and armor, although these will not be high quality if he lacks good materials and is in a rush to complete them. (approved by Lighty In-game, first day of old school rp)
Gunplay: Novice: Give him a gun and he'll shoot something, depending on the weapon, he'll be able to hit most things from mid to short range, although, give him a long range rifle, he'll be able to take the thing down, just not with the first shot more often than not.
Barter: Skilled: "You don't get to the place I got to without knowing how to convince a couple'a cheapskates to part with their precious caps." He knows pretty well how to price things to an acceptable level, and also how to argue for a price reasonable for the item being offered if he is buying, at times, he can get lucky and bend the odds further in his favor with this as well, more profit if he's lucky.
Speech: Novice: More often than not, Ryan can get someone to open up if they're holding back some private information that's hurting them. When it comes to dealing with interrogation, he sort of isn't the best, but he can often get the answer out of them with the right offer, preferring to use his barter ability instead of persuasion. On that matter, he has a limited ability to persuade others, held back by the lack of a drive to do so unless it gives a definite benefit to himself and will not harm people who don't deserve it.
Medical Ability: Dangerous: Uhhhh.. you just inject a stimpack right? That's how you fix everything pretty much, then tie something to your leg if it breaks... and you take something and wrap it around the bloody spots right? Please never make me fix you up, I fix machines, not people.
Luck: More often than not, Ryan just seems to have whatever he needs when he needs it, materials for building, tools to work on various items, they just happen to be there, although caps arn't always the case for that, but eh, good enough.
Equipment
Equipment/Gear -
Scoped Hunting Rifle: "Finally, it's about fucking time I get something nice! And hell, that scope I made is doing pretty well for doming ghouls, fuckers.."
Law's Assault Carbine: Well... he left, he left me his belongings, I'll cherish them law, I'll never forget them... I'll never forget you, and no, that's not fucking gay, I'm talking man to man, we were like brothers for so long man, then we stopped, and now you're gone, good luck wherever you go, you crazy man. Maybe I'll just look to Zion and see you... someday.. I have matters here to deal with... miss you man.. you were the best... in your own way.
Law's .357 Revolver: Another of Law's fine guns... miss the guy, this was one of his primary death dealers untill he got his .44.
Law's .44 Revolver: Law's primary pistol, he loved this thing, always used it to take down the baddies. And the goodies... damnit man... I just hope you're ok.
9mm SMG: "The first gun I had in this town, got 'er instead of caps for fixing Law's shotgun. Sure the thing doesn't do shit against armor, but get me near someone's head and the they've got an express ticket to hell."Laser Rifle: "Should've been a hunting rifle..... Stupid vault, the professordied for nothing.... Rest in peace you awesome bastard."
Update: Sold for a pretty pile of caps.
Tri-Beam Laser Rifle: Found this while scavenging the destroyed town of New Delta.... at least it's bad-ass... shame to whoever lost it... and the whole town..
Service Rifle: "Well.... at least the vault raid wasn't a /total/ waste of time... It's a good gun, and I can blow something's head off pretty good with it, or even get some decent penetration."
Welder's mask: Used to protect eyes and face in welding and dangerous mechanical processes. Hell, the thing works pretty good for bullets and melee weapons too.
Clothing: White tee shirt, blue jeans, Good ol' fashioned mechanic's coveralls, socks, underwear, obvious things: You know, the things you wear so people don't see your dick hanging out whenever you walk into town? Also pretty nice against various grime and minor hazards of working in a mechanic shop.
Boots: A pair of brown contractor's boots: These things grip any surface like a child to their mom's tit, even better, they fit perfectly and protect from most of the shit you'll be dealing with in a mechanic shop, and some of the dangers of the wastes, but not deathclaws.. fuck those things.
Duffel Bag: Army green duffel bag slung across the back. Used for holding things, what the heck else would it be used for?
Hiking Backpack: My emergency bag I grabbed before fleeing new delta, has all my tools, a set of emergency clothing, my medical, food, and miscellaneous supplies, as well as a bedroll and some camping supplies, it's what I really need in case something bad happens.
Rad Suit: Yeah, I could have brought the thing out on missions, but I'm not thrilled at the idea of patching the thing up each time, I just pull it out in case of emergencies, such as the nuke that destroyed new delta, the thing's bright yellow, so it stands out like a boat in the desert, and the thing hums because of the constantly running respiration pack doing its thing in the back, but hey, I'll take being detectable over being killed by radiation any day. I only really use this when I'm going around in uncertain areas when I'm off a mission, considering I don't want to risk it getting shot up or deathclawed because nobody watches my back, and hey, makes most places accessible for me too.
"Suicide Pistol": Found this on the body of a guy during the scavenging trip.. poor guy.. first his girl gets stabbed by a raider, he kills the fucker, then she dies of the wound... right in the heart..... I should ask Zoey for the knife... they should be together.... Oh yeah... then the guy realizes he lost her... then he just tilts his gun up, bites into it, and blows his brains out.... fuck.. if only it was that easy... but no, I can't take that route, I owe people too much. Thing's a .357 revolver, nice make and model, good quality for the environment, hell, revolvers are really reliable... I'll keep it clean.. this might just be my ticket to taking out the sheriff... hell if I know.. I can't even focus on him this time... there's more to work with.
"Sword of Vengeance": So, found this shoved through some poor shit's rib cage, nearly impaled him into a rock. Some note said to not feel for him, he killed some guy's daughter, then, we follow this path of blood, and BAM! Dead guy in a van. Poor bastard got stabbed, seems like the guy got hit in getting revenge, because he died right next to his fucking daughter's grave... hey.. 'least i've got this sword? Chinese officer's sword, one of the best, most reliable things you can possibly find out here for choppin' someone's head off.
.45 Pistol: Found this as part of some poor girl's emergency stash, she hung herself, shame... She really had something going for her... just took herself out of the world too soon.. well.. 'least I'll remember her by this.
Odds and Ends - (Random shit that Ryan owns of interest.)
Couch: It's my bed, my chair, my favorite thing in the house, perfectly preserved by some miracle of luck, thing's comfy as hell, don't even need a mattress. It's the highlight of my day, and hell, nice conversation piece. I like to fiddle with the typewriter or the ham radio when I'm on it sometimes.
-Update: My couch got burned by the fucking sheriff, hope that motherfucker pays for that, this new one isn't nearly as good.
-Update: Lost in the destruction of New Delta..... fuck everything..
-Update: It's back baby! My fuckin' couch is back!
Nuka-Cola Machine: Alright, this thing's wierd, it won't crack open when I try to pry it with a crowbar, like most machines, and it was just in my shop when I got here, but guess what, the thing spits out drinks like it's a never ending reservoir! Downside, the drinks are some family's crazy home made chicken shit burn your mouth off alcohol, it's like fire and an instant hangover. Only had one person drink it without passing out or stopping after the first sip, guy was a fucking bad-ass, although had some crazy depression I guess and thought that was his only out of it, meh, to each his own, he's drink god for all I know.
-Update: How the fuck did this thing follow me to the new town!? Is this thing cursed!?Boat: Don't ask how it got to my shop, don't ask why it's still there, and don't ask why I still work on it. I just like my fucking boat alright? And hell, maybe the desert'll magically flood and the thing'll be useful! Doubt it though.
-Update: Well shit, this area has water finally, too bad I LOST THE BOAT I WAS FUCKING WORKING ON! But... at least I can find another, and this time, it's actually near some water, Maybe it will be useful for once?
Deputy Silverstone's Hat: Found this before the betrayal in that vault... fuck.. we weren't there for you, I saw the terminal... I was too late, you're gone now dep, I can't change that, Just... I hope I'll see you again someday, by some weird fucking miracle.... At least I can remember you by this...
Deputy Silverstone's Hat: That new guy... matty, he gave me this... I can't believe it, all these years, and her badge just now turns up.... that vigilante chick, the one that blew something up in my back yard, she gave it to him... he passed it to me... I'm not giving it up... I've got a memory of her.. maybe... no, she can't be out there... the terminal entry said it.. or... hmm.. I'll have to think about this.APC: Holy shit, I hit the fucking jackpot! An APC, still in one piece! Unfortunately, the thing has massive damage on it, and in it, so it's not going anywhere anytime soon, and I can't even get it to the new shop anytime soon, but you know what, when I get it there, I'm patching that thing up.
-Update: Left behind in Greystone.Garage: Well, I miss the old place, yeah, but having an actual auto repair shop finally? Holy shit, this is a godsend. Sure, I'm sharing it with Lola, although that isn't really a bad thing, she's nice, and she loves to repair things, just need to make sure she doesn't burn the place down with volatile fumes. Plus, it's got a sweet basement with all the storage room a guy could ask for, hell there was a bunker down there, so much open room for anything I could think of! But unfortunately, this "Cody" jackass said it's "too dangerous" to let anybody in town inside, seriously, it's not my fault the vault exploded, someone else triggered it, and hell I even delayed the explosion timer to protect everyone inside! You know what, I still have a decent amount of space to do my thing, and even a working elevator and a soda machine! Really hope it isn't like that nuka-cola anomaly.
-Update: Left behind in Greystone.
Sandra's Tags: Took these from Sandra when we found her on that scavenging trip... I'm not letting these go if it kills me... if we have to get uprooted from this place, this'll be all I can remember her by.. because a coffin isn't easy to transport.... I'm so sorry.... Why am I never there for the people I care about?
Toaster's Flamer: Well, now I've watched a town of "good people" murder someone in cold blood for no reason other than wanting some fucking bloodshed of someone they feel deserved to die. Sick thing, it's happened before, just over some chems and caps, what the hell is this place? Oh yeah, they make it better by giving me the guy's flamer..... I don't even want to know anymore.... I just repaired the thing... they told me to sabotage it... fuck... well, maybe I can disarm it and make it a memorial until I learn how to properly operate the thing. I may be a mechanic, but I'm not a flamethrower operator.
Car: I did it, I FUCKING DID IT! I fixed a car, I don't know how... I don't know why, but I did it, I have a car, fully working, it's mine, I can go anywhere if I get the fuel... I'm so happy... I'm taking this baby out, away from the invasion, I'm going to get a new town ready for everyone, I'm not letting those people all die out..... no.. I can fix a car, I can do anything, I know it.
Porn Mag: What...........? I'm a guy, and the thing's fucking hot. I'm not a priest or something, so fuck off. Found it in the bunker, it was a good ass find.
Vault Loot: This was a find of a lifetime... found computers that work, guns for years, supplies to survive, food, water, everything I needed, I just happened to list the guns here so that I don't lose track.
-.22 Pistol: It's basically useless unless you sneak up on someone.... hell, I need something better and silenced.
-.32 Pistol: (3) Weak guns, but good enough... replacable.
-.375 Revolver: Nice gun, hopefully I don't need to replace my good one or Law's.
-9mm Pistol: Weak as hell gun, but it works I guess.
-9mm SMG Drum Mag: At least I have more lead to throw at them now.
-Combat Knife: Yes... this is totally useful... damnit.
-Double Barrel Shotgun: (2) Nice gun, hopefully it's more useful than more of the shit I've had my way.
-Hatchet: Maybe that helps... for cutting trees?
-Hunting Shotgun: Good gun, that's all.
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Pip-Boy 3000: A pip boy.... mint condition, left in a case in a bunker... shielded from everything... I don't believe in anything really, but you know what, there might just be a guardian angel out there for me, because this... this is something you don't get by just being lucky. It's programmed to me, and my vitals, it lists my name, my items, connects to the radio, has all my personal notes... It's perfect.... I can't believe it, I always wanted this... I'll make it work... I'll make it the best damn pip boy it could ever be... I'll do it.
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Relations
Special||Close Friend||Friend/Well Received||Acquaintance||Untrusted||Disliked||Hated
Ryan Danes: Am I supposed to not like myself or something? Meh, at least I think I'm pretty interesting.
Deputy 'dep' Silverston [Missing? Dead? Super mutant?]: She's a bad-ass, keeping an eye out for our town from whatever manner of fucking psychos the wastes throws at us, she's one of the few ladies in town that I don't have to act different to talk to, she's approachable, a good trait for anyone. She seems to put up with my jokes and all, and she still bothers to protect my ass, she's nice, I really appreciate it. She supports my business, giving advice occasionally, actually calling on my services, not being a dumbass like most and using duct tape and thinking that's the miracle cure all. Poor girl got kidnapped by that sheriff fucker... If I get a chance, I'm gutting the fucker and doing whatever I can to bring her home safe, I owe her that much. Be safe dep, I'm coming...
-Update: Well..... she's back, but she's not dep anymore, those ghouls, they did something, she's gone berserk and started attacking everyone, I can't believe this. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, maybe I can get answers from that sheriff fucker before I splatter his brains against the wall...
-Update: Well... looks like I'm not going to see you for a while.... or.. ever... I'm sorry I never got to say goodbye properly.. and.. I'm sorry that things turned out as they did for you... I wish I could have just fucking said I'll miss ya in person! Dammit!
Danial 'Danny' Dream: Cool girl, she's friendly and willing to help, she talked the shit out of a jet high guy in town in one of the funniest sass-offs I've ever seen. She joined up on a scavenging trip, she's pretty smart, knows how to not die out there with all the shit around there. Surprised she made it out of the fucking radiation bomb of new delta, she's a wanderer, hope she stays alive in the disaster out here.
-Update: After just about everything you've done for me, you deserve this level of respect from me. We've gone through hell and back, and you helped drag me the last couple miles of the way through. Don't know why you wanted to split up at the end of it all, I pretty much owed you my life, could've gotten a favor out of it first or something, now I'm just waiting to make it up to you. Anyway, good luck pal, be safe out there.
Sandra Dupres [Deceased]: I'm.... I'm so sorry.. that's all I can say.. and it's all I ever said... I can't bring Tylor back, and I never will be able to, I just wish I could have saved you and him, but I saved neither... just hope you're resting well wherever you are...
-Update: Well... found you... I was so... fucking close... scavenging trip from hell... found a slaver with a severed arm... a woman who hung herself from the leash she was stuck to... and you.... curled up, clutching your tags... three cleavers stuck in your body and a pool of blood.... knew you'd go out swinging.... atta girl... Just wish I could have been there to watch you cut the fucker's arm off... I'm so sorry that happened... I wasn't there for you, I was there in the wrong place for your brother.... What the fuck is wrong with me...? At least you got a proper soldier's funeral... that's good.. first good thing I ever did for you..[/font][/font]
Lawrance 'Law' Anderson [Gone]: A guy I've gone on quite a few missions with, he's friendly enough, heck, traded me my 9mm in exchange for some repairs on his gun, although,yeah I had to fix it, but it's the thought that counts. Now we're neighbors it seems, hopefully that doesn't end like most neighbors I see in those old magazines.
-Update: You better be lucky I've known you for so long, you owe me a motorcycle, I would've gotten that thing.
-Update: You've protected my ass in so many different situations and missions, he's there to help everyone, that's why he's such a good mayor, and you know what... guy's always there for us, and helps comfort otherss when they need it. I trust the guy with my life, it's the least I can do for all he's done for us. Maybe he'll actually make us a safe town someday.
-Update: What are you... yeah, the guy was an ex-slaver, and he even was still a raider. Regardless of what he was, you had Zoey shoot him in cold blood! What the fuck is wrong with you, you talked with me, said that it was for our safety or some bullshit like that. The guy walked into town, ordered a repair that I did, you even told me to sabotage it so the guy exploded! And that's all he did, sure, he showed up in the past and offered that stupid job, but you know what, it was Dave and Lil's fault for taking the drugs and accepting the thing, I declined it, that's because I thought. During our entire conversation on this, all you did was just list reasons why his life wasn't worth as much as ours, he did NOTHING to us. Hell, he's the one who said our own people are more savage than anyone he knows in the raiders, our people murdered children Law, CHILDREN! I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are anymore, I'm giving you this trust right now... but if you think I'm going to forget this, you've got another fucking thing coming. Just waiting for me to be the guy with the "Big, scary gun" that you feel is too dangerous to keep alive... I'll be ready, and I'm not going alone.
-Update: He let Jimmy stay... with me, had him be forced to help me as punishment. That courtroom debate changed my perspective on many people, especially him and Zoey. But at least he has a sense of human decency left in that burnt out body of his.
-Update: I hope you fucking hang yourself and do this town a favor for once in your miserable life you pig!
-Update: No.. don't do that.. you just don't know what happened.... damnit law, think, think for a fucking second please!
-Update: He was just doing what he felt was right.... that's all it was... she came back anyway... for what little it was... I just wish he was a good enough shot to save her when she needed it....
Ghor: You're the first deathclaw I haven't wanted to kill because it didn't attack me... Thanks pal... listen, I'm sorry for what happened to your people. Get out while you can, I want you to live, really, just be safe, alright?
Cap. Daniel O'Malley: The cap is pretty cool, he's stuck his neck out for me countless times for me, and others. Although, it's kinda his job, I respect him. He seems pretty attached to some of the base people in this town, makes ya kinda wonder how long he's been here. He really seems broken up about the whole thing with Dep getting taken, then with her acting... different now, wonder what's up with that.
'Red': She's alright ,and another mechanic, thank God, I thought I'd be the only person who understands what to do with tools in this town, sure she might give me a hit in business, but I'd imagine it won't be too bad, she's got some pretty decent prices on her shit too, all the better.
John Ham: Poor bastard... got ghoulified in that altercation with the nuke, carried him all the way from the desert to... wherever this place is, I just hope he can live with what happened...
Lola 'Fix' Powell: A pretty cheery girl, I like her, she's nice, and she's an electrician, maybe we'll click or something? Maybe, but that's probably hopeful thinking.
William 'Qually' Danialson: Guy stood his ground with me, facing on a rampaging deathclaw when everyone else pussied out, then was the first to be there to help me as soon as the thing died and I was getting crushed by it. Then he continued by taking charge and making sure I got help, and was safe before continuing on, sir, you have my respect, even if you are a bit quirky at times.
Connie 'Cookie' McAnderson: She's a cool person, probably got some interesting stories, one of the first people I met in here. I've debated calling her "Shortie" a few times, she's really approachable, like Dep.... yeah, they hung around each other often... Anyway, she opened the bar in town, real nice thing too, I've been needing something like that to hang around and enjoy life.
Sarah Gabrials: Cool person, stayed back for me when I got hit by a deathclaw earlier, she's really chill, 'least she isn't all spazzy about being near blood.
Roddik Reeves: Guy with the mask right? Yeah, he's a cool one, not the life story type, but still good none the less. Shoots good, keeps us alive when we work. Now if he bothered to come to me with that gun of his maybe he'd help us win more, thing needs a good cleaning and a tuneup.
-Update: Seems he knows loss too... he got set off when we scavenged that raider home with the slaves... shot the bastard's head when he was alread dead with one arm.. Guess he had some bad experiences with slaves too... I should really ask him about that.
-Update: Well.. guy carried me home when I got shot up by a raider... ran through a hail of Legion rifle-fire and didn't bat an eyelash, kept doing it for me, not worrying about his safety, guy's really devoted to protecting me, to everyone in town, no matter how much they piss him off, damn, I could learn a thing or two from that guy... hope he keeps himself safe... Eh.. hell, he'll probably end up getting shot protecting someone for all I know. I'll have to pour out my good wine for him out of respect that day.
Matthew Antiagio: Oh yeah, Matt, that NCR guy, he stabbed me in the fucking leg... Well, to his part, he was kinda shot up to hell with rads from that glowing one, but whatever, decent guy, seems to know his shit, if he'd ever bother to clean that gun of his he'd be dangerous.
-Update: He's a cool guy, covered my ass quite a few times, shown he cares about everyone he's protecting right now. Good friend of Zoey's, apparently he got field promoted to an Lt. Good on him, perhaps he really earned it.. or something. He really seems to care for his soldiers, I can respect that to no end.
-Update: Well, now he's a cripple, apparently the guy decided a service rifle was going to be enough to take on a super mutant behemoth solo. No, no it wasn't man, just be lucky he broke your spine and your arms and let you live somehow. You know, if I was good at fixing people, I'd have helped you immediately when it happened.. sorry I don't man. Maybe if you find some of the parts and a set of schematics, I might just be able to make you a hydraulic rig you could move with, but it's a long shot.
Sgt. Steamroller: Wow, a fully functioning Mr. Gutsy, and he's not a complete psychopath. He's apprently got it thought that everyone that isn't dressed like a psychopath is a soldier, as long as they're a male... for some reason, didn't they have female soldiers back then? He's a real laugh to hang with, I can respect him for his devotion to his cause, even if it's programmed in. I patched him up earlier, guy was one of my best customers, didn't chince out on caps, didn't spaz out about any of the things I was doing, an he held still while I did my work! I threw in a free paint job for the guy because he was nice. I really hope to see him around more often. Also, I managed to get him to see me as a military technician, good for both of us, because he trusts me enough to do repairs and upgrades, which in turn, gives me a new friend, and a regular client to repair and tune him up, where most people don't know how to take care of all of the parts of him at once. Honestly, I think they let him keep his personality matrix, which is good, because he has a good one, he's funny, friendly, and out there to dish out whatever his description of justice is on that day.
Zoey Dubois [Deceased]: You are the first person who bothered to listen to me ramble on about my past, and about my feelings, that already gets you some respect in my book. You actually.. actually felt for me though, your expressions, your voice, you actually gave a single shit about whatever I had to say. Hell, you watched me cry and didn't even laugh at me, which is a first. Thank you... you've helped me get my head back on right... I'm sick of hiding everything like I've been all this time, I'm not bottling it up anymore, thank you so much.. Oh yeah, then you kissed me, care to explain what the hell that was about? Did I have some leftover food on my fore head or something? Did you want to confuse me? 'Cause I sure as hell ain't attractive and shit... right? Damnit, why can't I understand people!?
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-Update: Alright, well, apparently we're dating now, that's nice... Man, this' gonna be a whole new ballpark, just hope I can keep on her good side long enough, she's really nice and all... wait, what the fuck am I saying this in a journal for? Not like anyone's gonna read this or some shit like that.
-Update: Guess nothing good lasts eh? ... gah... fuck the NCR, let your fucking soldiers date, you fucking hardasses! You expect to get soldiers that way you assholes? You won't!
-Update: Well, turns out that rule hasn't been a thing for the NCR, ever, just makes you wonder... what made her think that was a rule? Or even mention that.... I seriously hope this is a big misunderstanding, or a coincidence, fuck if I know what to call it, I just want it over and all this drama behind us.
-Update:Whelp, all good things have to come to an end. She says that we moved too fast, when she was the one who escalated the whole thing by deciding to get intimate too fucking early. Whelp, whatever, it's not like she's going to see this or anything. Fuck you, if you wanted a quick fuck, you could've just paid me some caps like the whore you think I am instead of making me think you cared about me. Don't be expecting any discounts from my shop either, you've already lost my favor in that department.
-Update: We could've been friends still after we broke up, awkward... ex friends. But then you did the unthinkable, well.. maybe not for some "justice seeker." You just stepped up behind the guy, pulled your gun, and shot him in the back of the head, like a fucking coward without a sense of the word respect. You even started shouting at me to sabotage the guy's fucking weapon, I have a hard enough time understanding how to do it as is, on top of that, that breaks my code of morals, trust, and business. I thought you were someone else. But it turns out you'll kill whoever you feel doesn't deserve to live, no matter what they're doing right now. Just waiting for me to be the guy with the "Big, scary gun" that you feel is too dangerous to keep alive... I'll be ready, and I'm not going alone. You didn't even stay around to bury the guy, you just shot him and walked off as if he was a radroach you squished. You're a disgrace to the NCR and everything they stand for, I hope they court martial you!
-Update: Too bad, she only cares about herself and democracy when it assists her goals. Hell, bet she joined the NCR just for a gun to kill with. During that courtroom debate, all she did was talk about what jimmy did without acknowledging the shit people did to him and got away with. That entire thing was biased to the point it made me sick. I hope she gets caught by a band of raiders and has to use that whore's body of hers to father all their children, then die on a pike for everyone to marvel at.
-Update: Honestly, after what happened to Lil... and everything... maybe you had your head in the right place. The NCR's fucked up on their own honestly. I hope we can be friends again, or hell, back to where we were before all this shit went down. I hope we can leave it behind us. You're a nice person when you look past a few of the flaws. Maybe if you left the force you'd be better off? We'll just have to see.
-Update: Well, another one bites the dust.... Seems those warhounds only have one thing they want to do to me, tear me down. I had one shot at being happy again.. finally.. but no, they wouldn't even let me have that. Just found out that Zoey got killed by them, some kind of mugging.... Fuck.. I wanted to say sorry... I wanted to try to start again, damnit I loved her still! ..... Guess I should've gotten my head out of my ass sooner... maybe then I could've gotten an answer... I'll see you again someday Zoe... I love you... and I'm sorry... for all the shit I gave you. All you were doing was trying to protect others, in your own unorthodox way... fuck... I'm such a piece of shit.
David Forrester [Deceased]: A pretty good guy, either not smart, or desperate in terms of jobs, he went after that golden gnome goose chase stuff, came back alive, so I'll give him credit. Him and his girlfriend, Lilliana, I swear the phrase "made for each other" didn't apply to anyone more than them. They're adorable, terrible to hear about what happened to their kid... hope they get over it. He seems to be the quiet, respectful one, I can appreciate that. And hell, he follows my policy of "give people a chance" first before acting like an ass to them. He has my respect, that's the moral of the story.
-Update: You may have provided evidance to lead up to that guy getting killed by Zoey, but you were desperate and didn't know that mission would end like that, you were scared, I understand. What I don't understand, you were about to help Zoey put the bullet in that poor guy from what I heard, or you at least watched from what I could know. At least you bothered to have feelings and understand a single thing that happened, and you buried the guy's picture of his daughter with him... you've redeemed yourself at least...
-Update: Umm..... yeah.... that was something... different? Hope you guys continue to do well together. Good luck with Boston?
-Update: Fucking hell... I never expected you to do that man. Poor bastard strapped himself with a suicide vest and ran into a raider encampment for those "regulator" guys... Took quite a few of them out... died in a blaze of glory.. just like he would've wanted. I'm just sorry I didn't say goodbye.
Buck [Deceased]: You may have been a real crazy druggie, but you know what, you opened a vault door with a sledge hammer to help us escape an irradiated room, then you charged straight into a pack of ghouls, a grenade, and laser fire just to try and take as many of them down with you. You may have been on drugs when you did it, and may have been asking for pay, but you know what... Thanks for your sacrifice, I'll never forget you crazy.. crazy bastard.
Jimmy 'Fly Boy' : Guy has my respect, even though he's a freaky fly man thing, he helped me get dosed up and cured of radiation poisoning in that damned vault, hell, even did it without poisoning me, guy's got some real humanity left after all.
-Update: He acts like a child, and seems to only exist to piss off everything around him. Only helped me to get money, fucking asshole.
-Update: He's still a complete asshole, but I give him a ton of credit for his puns, holy shit, we had a half hour pun battle, I had to get back to work or I would've continued it.
-Update: Well, now I know he honestly has no emotions whatsoever, we went through a plethora of dead bodies, hung, suicide, torn from their lovers, killed by an army of cleavers... even when I was mourning over someone... fucker was looting her... but.. can't blame him.. he doesn't get it, I punched him in the fucking eye because I was so mad and then.. it didn't make me better, didn't make him better, just made both of us worse... At least I apologized... I need to get a hold of myself, I can't let anyone play with my head like that.
-Update: Wow.. he's actually a pretty cool guy when you get to know him.. I just started calming down and understanding that he's not able to understand emotions, and that he's trying with those jokes of his. I just started taking them for what they were and trying to find humor in him. And now, I'd say I appreciate him much more than I used to. Maybe I can call him my pal or something, you know, as long as he doesn't try shooting me or something, although I doubt he would.
-Update: Good luck Jimmy, the place is yours... decaying bodies and all.. just do me a favor and get out of that fucking town, don't stay back for the loot... please... just don't die, alright? Good.
Doc Folestine: Pretty interesting, she's the local doctor right now, so I'm game for one of them. I'm trying to wrap my head around exactly where she got that vault suit from, real friendly too, probably a needed trait for a doctor.
-Update: We talked it out, well we talked about Eli... I think I've made a choice, I need to get my son back and be there for him.
Michael Alessi: He's a... interesting guy? All I know is he's got a fucking assault rifle in great condition after a repair, and he's walking around in some of the edgiest clothes I've seen, and hell, I know Law for crying out loud. Always wears a mask like the guy too. He seems a bit... excitable, maybe he gets a thrill from the kill or something? Hell if I know, the guy might be a friend, he seems to care about spending money on his weapons, so maybe he'll come back. Hopefully. Honestly, maybe I could use a person like that, let him know some problems, talk to him, maybe he'll just sit there and be a nice listener. Maybe he could even fix some issues around here.. meh, I don't know really.
Alfred Canole: Yeah, I heard him, some radio guy in the wastes, he could use a better name though. Seems to know what he's doing, and hell, he's entertaining, I can appreciate that. Has a good selection of music by the way. Hope he doesn't get killed by raiders or some shit. Also, his radio show needs a better name, "canole radio" really, you really didn't come up with anything better?
Goustavo Doe: Guy had me fix his stuff, at least he had the sense to do something like that, kind of pathetic he let it get that bad in the first place. I've seen him around lately, he seems to think everyone owes him something for having that armor of his, walks around playing ranger, though I doubt a ranger would be in the hospital every other day or acting as entitled as he does. I just like to keep it quiet, he uses his guns a ton, and he seems incompetent on gun cleaning and maintenance, so he's probably good business, maybe he'll be a town guard or something, actually be a use to the town instead of just sitthing there thinking we're supposed to be impressed or something.
Darren: I don't trust this guy... he's asking some strange questions about people and machines, and he's not wanting anyone to know we talked.... what is he after?
Alexi 'Pins' Kuznetsov: Who the hell is tha- Oh, chick with the gas mask? Yeah, crazy broad tried to run into a battlefield unarmed and get some weapons, crazy, but then again, I'll give her credit for having the balls to do that. Then she tried busting into my junkyard, guh, figures, I'll have to keep an eye out for her, maybe I need some barbed wire for the top of that damn thing....
Lars: He has no other personality or attitude other than "cocky asshole" and constantly thinks he's a special snowflake and better than everyone he comes across. Started that fight we had because of his behavior, as well as his acting like Lil is a toy he can play with however he sees fit. After a while, I followed him and Lil out to where they were going to tell him what for, during the argument, he just kept harassing her and harassing her. It was garbage, the second I try to stand up to this fucker and tried to tackle him, he puts a gun to my head, lets me get back up, then when lil threatens him with a gun and tells him to leave, he aims at my head again, fucker used me as leverage. Then when I report him to Law like a /citizen/ should, Lil decides she suddenly wants to leave town, fucking beautiful. Then she comes back and says she left his ass in the dust, great. Well apparently she ended up finding him in the wastes with a raider band, and yes, the same one that shot her down like a dog.... Lars, if i wasn't going to before, I sure as hell am now.... next time I see you, Your head is getting splattered on the fucking wall... and I'll deal with the consequences myself. That is how much I fucking hate you.... go back to Boston, it's for your own safety.
-Update: I left the town, left the region, left it all behind, and you know what, everything was trashed by the warhounds, I hope your mangled corpse is on a fucking pike in there, that'd make my day. And if you made it back to Boston, I hope you drown in the radioactive ocean, or maybe you come home and find your parents dead, or maybe you get your dick shot off and live your life without the defining feature of a man. Something to fit someone as undeserving of life as you. I wish Lil was in your place instead of her own, because there'd be one less asshole in the world, and my angel would still be here. Do the world a favor and blow that smirking head of yours clean off, got it?
Lilliana Sheng: She's an interesting character, likes to tease and slightly harass people jokingly, although not to the brutality of Jimmy's. If you become friends with her,she'll open up, being kind, understanding, you know, all that. She dragged David along with her for that golden gnome thing, she also came back alive, I give her credit on that. As with David, she's always attatched to her partner, they're both still cute together. I hope she doesn't have problems with the lost child.. she's a nice girl, she deserves better than that. She follows David's que of "nice untill proven asshole" so I can respect it, although she is a bit more brash than he is with her speech. Hell, she backtalked a guy with a flamer, that takes balls, you know.. metaphorical ones.
-Update: I give you credit... you seemed to be the least supportive of the murder, other than me. You seemed quiet when they went out to bury him, you even helped... good work on that... as for the evidence thing, same for David, I feel ya..
-Update: Umm..... yeah.... that was something... different? Hope you guys continue to do well together. Good luck with Boston?
-Update: Well.. apparently she sees something in me that nobody else does. After I put that poor regulator out of his misery from that wound he got, she just walked up and hugged me, seeing I was having a hard time coping with everything that happened in such a short time too. After a bit, I convinced her to stay in town, and told her my feelings. Turns out.. she felt the same, but stayed with David out of loyalty, even though he had some rather... unsavory traits to himself. I just hope I can help her feel safe again.
-Update: I fucking blew it, now she's gone, back to Boston.. with that monster she calls a brother... I can't believe the things I've learned today about both of them. I just want her back though.. I want her back..
-Update: She came back, I was so happy to see her.... she was there, in my arms.. she needed a nap, so I let her do so and went along my business.... the next minute, a few townsfolk rush in and tell me she's dead... raiders got her... guy with a flamer thrower and some guy with a shotgun.... matched the description almost of the guy the townspeople put down... damnit... due to everything... due to all of this... I wasn't there for her.... just like Dep..... and now... she's just a distant memory.... I'm so sorry Lil.... I couldn't save you.... I couldn't even have your body to bury.... I'm such a waste of space, why am I even here, I just fuck up every single time, and I lose everyone I love.... Damnit.... I'm so sorry....
-Update: Still gone... but... my biggest regret... I never got to look my kid in the eyes and tell him... her ... it... that I loved 'em.... why wasn't I there?
-Update: She's actually back... I'm shocked, hell, I'm beside myself in every possible way, it doesn't make any sense, someone was wrong, or lied, who cares, you're here, and you even brought back our kid. I promise you, I'm never losing you again, never again.
-Update: So she's finally turned loose on the wasteland yet again, maybe she felt bad for me or something, sticking with her even though it was a bad relationship or something, hell, I was feeling it, and I wasn't able to do shit about it to fix anything. Wonder if she'll just start getting knocked up every week or something, seems like it, just hope someone takes her to the hospital next time her ass goes into overdose.
-Update: You took my kid Shang... I know I shouldn't have trusted you with him, but now he's gone, and I just have you to thank for it, fuck you, I'm getting my son back... whether you come with him doesn't matter to me...
'The Sheriff': This motherfucker, I don't know why he's called the sheriff, but he stomps around in a set of power armor and sends hordes of ghouls at everyone, including the town and its people. I've fought enough of his lackeys to know I want him dead, the fucker owes me 100 caps for those medical fees.. I intend to get my money back from him.....
-Update: Alright, this fucker, the second I see his ass next, I'm ripping him out of that power armor, beating him to the quivering pulp of rotten flesh he is and crushing his fucking skull with his own power armor! He stormed into town, burnt my FUCKING HOUSE DOWN, poisoned our water with gasoline to make my house fire worse, then he kidnapps the deputy. Motherfucker I don't know when the hell I'm getting a chance at you, but you can bet your fucking ass that I'm going to make you burn for what you've done to me. Nobody touches my fucking couch and lives to tell about it, especially not someone touching armor that belongs to the b-... people who know what they're doing with it, like me.
-Update: So... you lose the fight, then we get dep, you couldn't let it be that easy could you? No, you made her a fucking psychopath who wants to kill everyone like one of your feral bastards! You're just adding to the list of things that'll grant you a nice... slow... painful death.
-Update: You... you son of a fucking bitch! You destroyed my town! My shop! EVERYTHING! You turned dep into a fucking super mutant for Christ's sake!! I'll never forgive you for what you've done, you may have won this time, but we'll come back, and we'll tear your fucking heart out and make you watch it get crushed before your fucking, soulless eyes!!!
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Group relationships: (Same as before)
New Delta: Well, it WAS home sweet home, but the nuke kinda made short work of that. Now I'm still with the New Delta group, but don't know what we're calling this new town, the people are nice enough. And hell, we've got Law as the mayor, he's good at his job.
New Vegas Families: Some rich guy happened to put all his money into keeping Vegas alive, I give him credit for that, really smart work on his part. What I don't like is the entire issue between NCR and these guys, as if they're fighting for power, seriously, leave the guys alone, they're trying to make the wastelands less of a pile of shit. Although, each of those casino groups seems to have something dirty inside, and no, not dirty like Gomorrah advertises.
Followers of the Apocalypse: Some good guys, try to heal up the poor guys who manage to get get fucked up by the wastes, they're a bit too pacifist for me, can't have a good group without some backbone, also, if they charge me anything close to clinic fees, they might just be another company to me.
NCR: Eh... they're trying their hardest to help out, but unfortunately, they don't always have the best idea of how to go about it. At least some of their soldiers are nice, some of them. As long as they leave me alone, I'll tolerate them.
-Update: Yeah, play with your toy soldiers and my heart why don'cha? Fuck you, all of you high command basterds who think you're above your own rules, hope your computers explode in your faces.
-Update: Alright.. that was a bit brash, seems it might not be as I thought, one of their sgt's are trying to get the situation diffused, seems that might not be a real rule, hopefully... hopefully it was just a miscommunication.
Brotherhood of Steel: -Redacted-
-Update: They raised me, they trained me, they turned me into "Mr.Fix it all." I loved ol' 346, but unfortunately, I learned something about the brotherhood. They seem close like brothers, but when they stick together long enough, they lost faith in each other... My entire group got so caught up in trying to convict each other on suspicions that they didn't even notice a deatclaw sneak into their open gate! Then when I was about to continue my service, the next group was the same way... I miss being a brother, it was great... but when I see that distrust.. I'm not letting that become me, never letting it happen. Maybe I'll join back up someday.... Hell if I know if they'll accept me, but maybe they will... fuck.. I need some time to think..
NCR: Eh... they're trying their hardest to help out, but unfortunately, they don't always have the best idea of how to go about it. At least some of their soldiers are nice, some of them. As long as they leave me alone, I'll tolerate them.
-Update: Yeah, play with your toy soldiers and my heart why don'cha? Fuck you, all of you high command basterds who think you're above your own rules, hope your computers explode in your faces.
-Update: Alright.. that was a bit brash, seems it might not be as I thought, one of their sgt's are trying to get the situation diffused, seems that might not be a real rule, hopefully... hopefully it was just a miscommunication.
/span]-Update: You know, I actually had some respect for you, trying to clean some things up, but you know what, I've seen real NCR action, these town people, they ain't doing it right. But here's something that's similar to you all. If someone is against you, or not on your side or in your pocket, they're an enemy and undeserving of life. You simply shoot people for existing if they seem to go against you in any way. Hell, you say chems arn't allowed, yet I watched your soldiers go in and sell them to the CC without any recompense. I've been in new vegas, I've had to pay taxes out the ass for absolute garbage that I could get for nothing anywhere else that wasn't in your control. I hope the few good people who exist in your damn monopoly get out of it, out of those ideologies that don't belong in humans that deserve freedom for half a second.
Legion: Basically, they're less fucked up raiders. They have a code, and that's the only thing that separates them from those jet doped assholes over there, legion still is a bunch of cocksuckers who should just learn to quit brutalizing people to try and "fix" everything.
Raiders: Wait, this is an option? Why the fuck would someone say anything other than "fuck these guys, they killed (insert name here) and I want revenge" or something edgy like that, or just "bunch of (insert degrading statement about whatever fucked up things raiders do here)." But yeah... fuck them, they're the floating logs of shit in the gene pool, and everyone else had to get out because of them.
Sheriff's pack: Fuck you.
Apache: Want to put me in a bad mood? Bring these fuckers up in a conversation, I'll probably kick ya out of my shop 'less I like you enough.
-Update: You sold Sandra to those bastards... I won't be happy until your little "empire" caves in and crushes you from above! Just keep adding autocracies on top of each other, I'll just keep loading my rifle every time you do one of these crimes you sick fucks.
Warhounds: I once had sympathy for you, defended you when the town wanted you dead just for existing, I wept for the loss of the man you sent in on a peaceful mission. I even felt bad about the suicide bombing, I really did, but now, you've taken the only person that mattered to me..... Nothing's more scary than a man with nothing to lose... remember that.. I'm coming for you, and I'm going to kill each and every single one of you... I'll wear your throat around my neck like a badge of honor, you started this, you killed a braindead, pregnant woman... You're going straight to hell when I get the chance.... I promise you that....
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Ryan Danes: BoS head mechanic, division 346, Utah branch. Serial: 34578654.
Sole survivor of breech incident 046, case notes included.
-Breech incident 046-
During a communal trial on suspicions of ammunition disappearances in the base, the main gate was left open, the majority of the division was attending the trial, when a large, reptilian creature, later identified as a deathclaw, entered the premises. before any units could respond, the creature attacked the courtroom, decimating the fighting force of the vault. When the alarms sounded, many of the remaining units attempted to reach the exit, with a few charging for the armory, resulting in their demise at the claws of the creature. Mechanic Ryan Danes was alerted, abstaining from the trial due to "distaste in the lack of trust for each other" displayed in his peers. In response to the alarm, he sealed the blast doors to the armory, after being alerted to the presence of the creature coming his way, he quickly mounted a customized set of power armor he had been assigned to, as well as grabbed a super sledgehammer and mini-gun, as he did so, another soldier entered the room, attempting to don the armor, but was stopped as the creature tore through the doors and attacked. Danes attempted to knock the beast back, and succeeded in doing so, but the cost was an uncontrollable recoil of the hammer, resulting in the head tearing through the abdomen of unit 456, Tyler Dupres, severing his spinal cord and separating his upper and lower body. After a period of 40 minutes Danes successfully destroyed the creature with a combination of mini-gun fire and sledgehammer blows.
-End of report-
After breech incident 046, Danes proceeded to march to the nearest brotherhood outpost after gathering personal items and survival supplies, finding no survivors. He was found after a week by brotherhood division 586 in Nevada. After transport to a local headquarters for reassignment, Danes seemed distraught when viewing his new division, 486 argue over possibilities of legion spy activity in their division. After witnessing this, Danes faced commander Argus and disengaged from his power armor, threw down his rifle, and stormed off with his belongings and was unheard of again, his current location is unknown.
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Ryan's Journal: [One day prior to the day of reckoning.]
Oh my god.... I entered the basement, it's... it's hell... ghouls, armored ones, jumpsuit ones... everything. It's a hellhole down here, I've had to shoot them all, normal stuff, but all the death around me, it's unbelievable. I fought off a swarm of bots with that Toby guy, some NCR soldier, I found a pip-boy, the crown jewel of all scavengers, I'm so happy! But here's the thing, amist that, there's still all the fucked up shit. Top it off, I met a deathclaw in there, not just that, but a TALKING ONE! I can't believe it, the thing didn't attack, it just wanted to survive, poor bastard lost his family, they didn't make the trip, so he shielded himself inside this bunker. Wish I could help, but I'm not risking getting close to that thing, even if he seems friendly, I see him again, under different circumstances, maybe. Just maybe we could be friends. I went through further, getting all kinds of shit along the way, what do you know? I found it... an unspeakable horror... A fucking nuclear war room, filled with disfigured and destroyed bodies, nuclear launch computers and buttons, booze, guns, bullets, casings.... I couldn't let this fall into the hands of those warhound bastards. I dismantled everything, the button, the computer, the programming and connection, the monitors, everything filled with bullets... I would never let anyone have that power, especially some raiders..... people can't play god anymore, that's how we got into this situation with the wasteland in the first place. So, with that gone, I'm leaving town, not going to be here for a fight I didn't start, and tried to prevent. I just hope my friends are safe as I take this car out... hoping to get another town set up for everyone before this all goes to hell.
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