Post by jtod on Oct 5, 2017 2:37:58 GMT
Grinder
Occupation: Metalheads' leader.
Birth Place: Unknown.
Age: 30s.
Skin: Caucasion.
Build: Average.
Notable Features: Teardrop tattoo.
Personality
Personality & Traits: Straightforward and blunt.
Legal Status: Law-abiding citizen.
Current Goals: Expand the Metalheads to make the wasteland a better place. Eliminate the raiders and bandits that attack Metalhead scavengers.
Likes: Building, mentats, caps, justice, machines, robots, energy weapons.
Dislikes: Bandits and raiders stealing his shit, NCR, Legion, Crimson Caravan, other traders.
Skills
Skill:
Engineering - Expert - Grinder can create pipe guns, can assemble various structures, and can repair and restore various machines. To be expected of a man that leads a group that supposedly worships technology.
Equipment
Equipment/Gear -
Metal Armor - Only used when acting as a guard.
Sledgehammer - Only used when scavenging, used to break down doors or walls to access loot.
Riot Shotgun - A relatively short 12 gauge shotgun to deter wannabe bandits.
Ripper - Used to get through obstructions if a sledgehammer isn't available. Or to just cut wood.
Relations
Sprocket: There's few people I put my absolute trust in. This man is one of them.
Gasket: A useful addition to my toolbox. He has been productive thus far, and I can see the potential in him. He has accomplished a few tasks for me.
Lug-Nut: A new addition to the Metalheads. I know his name and face, but I don't know him.
Mister Danes: He's alright.
Doctor Lady: She's alright.
Drug Lady: She's alright.
Mercenary Lady: She's alright.
Angry Townsman: He's alright.
Mysterious Stranger: She's alright.
Background
Grinder was a scavenger and craftsman from a small town. The man would go about ruins and simply look for anything that seemed useful. He would take apart useless junk, and use it to assemble new things. At first, it was small things; boxes, shelves, chairs, but eventually it grew to be zip guns and bows. If he couldn't find any food on his trips, he would trade his various crafts. The average haul was a gun or two, a bunch of parts, a few cans of food, and maybe some half-decent clothes that kind-of fit. Somewhere along the way, he found a riot shotgun hidden underneath rubble in a destroyed police station, and kept it. When the Grinder came home to his shack one day to find his pretty woman friend in his own bed with his best man friend, he left the room, took a hit of psycho, and returned with the same shotgun he found weeks earlier. Approximately ten shotgun shells later, Grinder found himself in a different town with nothing but the clothes on his back, a shotgun, and a handful of shells. At the time, Grinder turned to drugs to help deal with his crippling depression, a common side effect of seeing your girlfriend get dicked in the ass by your best friend. Grinder bought some mentats and jet, figuring that the mentats would help him think of what to do next and the jet would cure his crippling depression. He took both drugs at once, had a vision, and woke up on top of a suit of power armor, complete with the knowledge to operate it. The same day, the man changed his name to Grinder and began setting about establishing a cult that worships technology. Years later, the man's power armor has been reduced to pieces of scrap from brawls and firefights with raiders while defending his loot, but the man has a small following and an abundance of caps, obtained from bartering away various items.