Post by BoneScripts on Oct 18, 2017 3:08:15 GMT
(Credit to: lastR4NG3R @nexusmods.com/fallout4 For the screenshot of the armour he made)
Goustovo Doe "Gus"
Occupation: Independent Ranger
Birth Place: Nevada
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 160 lbs
Age: 25
Hair: Dark Brown Buzzed Hair
Eye Color: Green Eyes
Skin: Tanned White Skin
Build: Average Athletic
Notable Features: Chiseled and Well Defined Facial Features, Well Toned Upper And Lower Body Strength.
Personality
Personality & Traits: Kind, Trusting, Charitable, Slightly Alcoholic, Very Accepting,
Legal Status: Lawful Good
Current Goals: Live up to his father's legacy of dying for something he believed in and protecting people. One day he hopes to be considered a hero or "Independent Ranger".
Likes: Kind People/Acts, Sharing, Drinking, Fulfilling Goals, Rangers.
On The Fence: The NCR,
Dislikes: The Legion, Hardcore Drugs, Greed, Racism, Bigotry.
Skills
Skill:
Survival-\Skilled/ Goustovo's father being a ranger he taught him a lot about how to survive in the wasteland, combined with him spending most of his time outside of cities only coming in to help people he has grown accustomed to cooking his own food and making his own herbal remedies. He still works on improving this skill to this day, he is very skilled in this topic.
Unarmed-\Skilled/ One of the skills Goustovo would like to improve in the most is unarmed combat, he learned a lot about it from his years training but he can barley grasp some of the more advanced techniques like, disarming anything other then pistols, or how to land reliable kill shots, usually just resorting to ko's then taking their equipment while they are knocked out. If you ever see Goustovo out in the wasteland he tends to be practicing this skill.
Guns-\Expert/ Goustovo's most reliable skill is his rifle work, almost a master at his work he tends not to miss a shot and when he does it tends to be on bloatfies who are on jet. He is so trained in this skill mostly due to his father, with his father being a ranger he wanted his boy to stay as far away from Legion soldiers as possible as they specialized in that more then guns.
Equipment
Equipment/Gear - 1x Desert Ranger Armour
1x .44 Trail Carbine
1x .44 Magnum
1x Satchel
1x Camping Utility Knife
2x Lighter
10x Fire starters (Burner Bags)
1x Full Bottle of Whiskey
2x Stimpacks
8x Tin Cans Of Pre-War Food
Relations
Special||Close Friend||Friend/Well Received||Acquaintance||Untrusted/Meh||Disliked||Hated
Lilliana Sheng - Though at first she was a complete and utter dick, and still can be at times. In the about a week that I've gotten to know her, I have slightly learned about her troubled past (Though barely grasping the entirety of her past) and I understands why she acts the ways she does. Along with a good chunk of our time being spent together involved him caring for her after she had overdosed on day tripper, she has really grown on me.
Update: She broke up with Ryan again, the day it happened they got drunk and slept together. Not going to to lie, I'm beginning to think I'm getting played by her, like how she does with all the other men.
Update: I made her chose between me or Lars, I couldn't handle what she was letting that fucker do to her and i either wanted it to stop for good or her out of my life. I'm glad she chose me, but even if she didn't I'd still have feelings for her.We
Update: We're officially a couple now I suppose, I love her she claims she don't believe me. She loves me, maybe she just likes to hear me say it?
Ryan Danes - Local mechanic of new delta, fixed up my helmet for a reasonable price. Hell of a nice guy but ain't my friend just yet.
"Carmine" - The old ghoul who introduced me to New Delta, he may be rude at times but he is a straight up and realistic person.
Dog - First time the pup came into town he was hungry, gave him food and he hasn't done anything but help me since then. I saved him from an arrow shot to the chest as well, its a miracle that the dog is still alive.
Dawson - Pretty cool fella, when I first came to town he offered me some food. Recently we teamed up and saved the town from a deathclaw.
Andrew Carlson - Not all to bad of a fella. Kind of a dick but I don't blame him for getting put in this small town with nothing to do, especially when he could be in Vegas drinking. Saved his life and patched him up once, didn't seem to appreciate it too much though.
Jimmy - One of Lilliana's friends, some guy who got mutated into a fly-human hybrid. I got nothing against the man except how greedy he can act, and to be completely honest he's pretty fucking funny.
Other Dog - Judging by how this dog was hesitant to approach me before i gave him a lunch, I'd say this is a different dog. Fed him and watered him seemed pretty nice until Jimmy spooked him away.
"Steam Roller" - A Mr. Gusty model, Lilliana introduced me to him. I thought he was going to get pissed at my accent but he wasn't that bad. Really protective of Lilliana though.
Laurentius "Lars" Sheng - Lilliana's protective brother, almost shot me when he found me and Lil kissing.
Update: Cant believe that sick fuck did that to Lil. Lil confronted him about it in my home so nothing would happen, he claimed he didn't do shit and when he tried to pull her out of my house by force I clocked him in the face, brass knuckles did him in good.
Background
(It came out better on google docs once again, i write theese on word so when its copied over onto the forums, the paragraphs and proper line spacing are not kept, but on google docs they are. so if you would like to see a neater version of the backstory you can find it here. docs.google.com/document/d/10cKyqmYXzWwCYJ1_QbAIK4zUhTLx0Heoor9G7nWPn1k/edit?usp=sharing )
Not many people know the origins or the story of the masked stranger, although it is a rare tale it's still one to tell. Goustovo "Gus" Doe is and Annexed American or Canadian. if the term still applies. Born in the year 2256 in Nevada, America raised by his loving mother and father not too far from Hoover Dam. His mother was an average woman, good care taker and farmer, just about like everyone else was. His father however, he was a different fellow compared to his mother, the average farmer girl.
Goustovo's father, better known in his day as "August Doe, of The Veteran Rangers" was a long time serving member of Desert Rangers. Accepting the merge when the Desert Rangers of Western Nevada merged with the NCR of Shady Sands California, the biggest organized community in America, or what's left of it at least. An agreement to last longer than any current stranding member of either organization. Goustovo's mother gave birth to him on a small farmstead. He spent the next twenty-one years on that homestead, it was his home more than anywhere else in the entire world.
August Doe had left Goustovo's mother before he was even born, as he had ties he wanted to keep with the Desert Rangers, to return late could result in him being classified as a deserter. Goustovo never got to see his father, who his mother talked about so very fondly until he had just rached the age of 8, when he was ready for training. August had taken a formal leave of absence from the Desert Rangers in order to train his son, his excuse for this was that he was training a next generation of ranger. Him being a model ranger they expected his son to follow in his footsteps. Therefor it was allowed, under a very tight leash however, he was not permitted to leave the farmstead for extended periods of time unless the other Desert Rangers was informed.
For the next 8 years of Goustovo's life, him and his father had intense physical training, and combat training. Most of the training would be about guns as he wanted to keep his son as far away from the legion as possible, how to use them, maintain them, and all of their uses, but even included how to survive in the wastes, and unarmed combat. Training would sometimes deviate from the normal path, branching off into history lessons. Later on in the training of Goustovo, after they had accomplished most of their combat training, August would spend a lot of time teaching Goustovo about the rangers and their history, how they survived "The Great War" and rose up from the ashes of the old world, wanting to do nothing more than help the people of this new world for little to no rewards. He was inspired by their story.
After being mesmerized by the tale of the Desert Rangers he wanted nothing more than to be one of them and follow their ways. Help people for nothing more than a "Thanks", and a small handful of donated caps. To be a true hero of the wastes. He would work harder than ever before after being informed about the requirements to be a Desert Ranger. Continuing one of his final days of training training his farm was put under attack by a gang of raiders, he grabbed his rifle and went outside with his father preparing to fight. When he got outside he father was already taking shots with his brush gun at the hoard of oncoming raiders. He took his side next to his father joining him in shooting the oncoming hoard, at the age of 16 Goustovo had killed his first man. He didn't like it what so ever, but he knew it had to be done. To save people, worse people sometimes had to die he didn't like this fact, but he understood it.
On the year 2271, shortly after "The Ranger Unification Treaty" Goustovo's father finally left the homestead once again, as he was called to work by the new approaching force, The NCR. With the new NCR version of the Desert ranger armour being produced for August, he left his armour behind with Goustovo along with a farewell and a promise that he would return. For the next six or so years Goustovo would continue his task of training daily, occasionally helping local settlements with raider and other problems about halfway through the six years. His life would be fine, he would be happy going around settlements helping folks for small rewards, then turning those rewards around to help his mother buy food for the farm and the occasional bullets. Until one year, 2277, "The First Battle of Hoover Dam.".
News of the battle had reached Goustovo and his mother about a week after it had happened, it came by in many fashions, be it through the traveling caravans that would come, passing the info along, or a wanderer looking for a place to stay the night. Either way, the news arrived. With the news being told to Goustovo, he would be expecting his father, August, to return soon, just to tell his family that he had survived the battle. He expected this due to the fact that he knew his father was an extremely experienced fighter, thinking that nobody could even dream to take the man down. He sat out front of the farmstead, practically ignoring his life, waiting, and waiting. Hoping that his father would return soon, but sadly, nothing ever came to that farmstead, other than the passing caravans.
Waking up at the end of the week, Goustovo fetched his repeater, his satchel, and a light snack to take on the road, he headed to a local town to check his mail for this week, hoping for there to even bee a small notice from the NCR, stating that his father was alive. His trip to the small town contained little to no trouble, just a couple of rad roaches, and the occasional bloatfly that he took the long way around to conserve his ammunition, when he finnaly arrived at the town was when the trouble began. He saw the friendly face of the regular courier walking away from the mail box after delivering the mail to the town and its locals, Goustovo gave him a quick wave and headed towards the box and opened it. One letter for him, from the NCR, he tore it open as quick as he expected it to be a notice that his father was okay. However, this was not the case.
The letter turned out to be a compensation letter, compensation being for, his father's death. August Doe the brave ranger had fallen on Hoover Damn. The letter came with a pouch of 500 caps, taking the pouch putting it in his satchel. He headed home choking down tears, preparing to deliver the news to his mother. All seemed fine, he had recomposed himself and was ready to confront his mother all until he saw a trail of smoke heading to the sky in the direction of his house. Goustovo's saddened walk turned into a fast bolt as he ran towards the house to see what had happened. However, once he arrived, nothing other than more bad news came.
When he arrived, the farmstead had been burnt to a crisp. All that remained was a note stabbed into their picket white fence that had been left behind by the perpetrators, it read.
"Remember us from six years ago, bitch? We're back and it looks like you and your daddy weren't here to guard the place!"
Goustovo in mental trauma tore up the note into many pieces, then proceeding to run inside in search for his mother. There she laid, covered in rubble and flaming coal, dead, covered in nothing but melted flesh and ashes. Holding back the tears he headed to his room, where only one thing remained unscathed by the fiery blood bath that was now his once beloved farmstead. A safe, a large iron safe. Stood for a while, trying to remember what the code could be, when he proceeded to the safe he knelt down to open it dusting the rubble off of it and putting in the first 3 number code he could remember, 32, 6, 18. With a loud *click* the safe creaked open to reveal his father's old armour, which he hadn't worn since he had first received it. He put the armour on, searching the house for anything that could help him in the future, he then set off.
With the beliefs of the Desert Rangers he set off, he did not follow his father in becoming an NCR ranger as he would not be permitted to help people as much as he could if he were independant. He remained in Nevada for the next three years until he heard about people suffering worse down south, as the NCR had almost completely neglected them, focusing all of their efforts on the war. When he heard this, he headed down south in hopes of helping people, when he finally arrives he comes across the city of New Delta, Baja Territory.