Post by Lighty on Dec 13, 2017 2:02:29 GMT
Samantha Folestine
Occupation: Local Doctor
Birth Place: North West, U.S.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 140lb
Age: 36
Hair: Blonde, Short
Eye Color: Green
Skin: Pale, White
Build: Average, Lean
Notable Features: Rather clean for someone being in the wasteland. Wears glasses.
Personality
Personality & Traits: Rather friendly, and kind. Willing to help any patient that requires aid, even they're a raider.
Legal Status: Neutral Good
Current Goals: Care for Amy, run the clinic.
Likes: Helping people, coffee, wine, medical technology.
Dislikes: People breaking tech, wild/feral creatures, getting dirty.
Skills
Doctor: Master - Having dedicated most of her adult life to learning and performing medical techniques, she'd earned the title of being a master in her field.
Deception: Skilled - Often trying to talk her way out of any hostile actions, sometimes the best thing to do is to lie and deceive.
Persuasion: Skilled - Similar to her deceptive skills, it helps to be able to persuade someone.
Energy Weapons: Novice - Her choice of self defense has always been laser-based weaponry. They cauterize whatever wounds they create, making treatment of her would-be enemy easier.
Equipment
Lab coat - Self-explanatory, her lab coat has a few pockets, usually containing a few medical supplies. Clipped to one of her front pockets is a Geiger counter, used to detect radiation.
Glasses - Used to help adjust for her far-sightedness. They're made of a metal frame, and tough, scratch/crack resistant glass.
Medical Bag - A simple backpack, marked with a red cross. It's often full of various medical items, and she only carries it around when she heads out of town.
Laser Pistol - A plain, well kept laser pistol.
Relations
Special||Close Friend||Friend/Well Received||Acquaintance||Untrusted||Disliked||Hated
Ryan Danes - A local mechanic, he seems like a friendly enough neighbor. I'm glad I'm able to help those closest to him, I just wish he'd not smoke as much. His handyman skills are always welcomed, though! *I hope our talk sparked him to do something. Eli is his son, and he should be in his life. He's to hard on himself, he just needs to do his best, and he'll be a great father.
Lilliana Sheng - Saying that Miss Sheng is peculiar would be an understatement. Regardless of that however, she's been a good friend to me in the past, in both good and bad times. I just hope life starts treating her better, and I hope her son will grow to be a fine man.
Dawson - He's a friendly guy with a really thick Southern accent. I had met him a few times before, but a few days ago I stopped by some outpost or something on a bridge outside of town, he was there and during an attack he got shot up pretty badly. I patched him up, but I hope he makes a full recovery, physically and mentally. He seems like he deserves a normal life.
Darren - A very neighbor-like man. I've cared for him a time or two at the clinic. He seems to take the protection of New Delta very seriously, starting that militia and all. I'm glad to see that he's made a good recovery with his leg!
Amy - I might not be your mother, but I'll keep my promise and raise you as if I was. The wastes might not be the best place to raise a child, but as long as I'm around I'll be sure to take care of you. You will always come first in my life.
Background
Born in the North-East in old-world Washington state some thirty-odd years ago. Samantha was the only daughter, and the oldest of five children in the Folestine family, a long line of trappers and fishermen, braving the sea for food, and adventure. They lived in a small fishing town, secluded by the foggy, dense swamps and forests that made up the state. Around the time Samantha turned twelve, her mother would give birth to what would have been her sixth sibling, and her only other sister. However, complications lead to the death of both her would-be sister, and her mother. The lost of his wife and sixth child, led Samantha's father into a downward spiral of depression.
Throughout her teenage years, Samantha often found herself filling in the roles her mother would have, and even some of her father. Her father, never really getting over his wife's death, would go out to sea for days, even weeks at a time. Taking on long, risky fishing trips just to be secluded and alone. Samantha always figured that being home, or seeing herself reminded her father of her mother. As Samantha grew up, she'd take on the missing parental roles in her family as best she could, being mindful of her brother's health and well-being, while also instilling a sense of respect, and civility to what would otherwise be an unmanageable group of rowdy young boys.
As Samantha grew into adulthood, she began to ponder and yearn for her own life, often feeling as if she had been cheated out of her own adolescence. However her youngest brother was still eight years from being old enough to fend for himself. She'd stick around, deciding that her already developed skills at treating the many minor, and occasionally mild injuries that her siblings acquired, was a good enough ground to build her career off of. She'd start reading any medical literature she could get her hands on, often using her little siblings as practice dummies for things like bandages, and splints. Not to long after her second brother bid farewell from the homestead, and went out to make his own lot in life, Samantha's father gathered his usual fishing gear, saying his usual goodbyes as he went off on another one of his usual fishing trips. It wasn't odd for some trips to take over a week, but when the second week came and went, with no sign of their father, the Folestine family reluctantly began to see the writing on the wall. Neighbors would offer a hand, going out in their own boats to try and search for their father. After a few days of searching, the only thing to be recovered would be a life preserver, bearing the name of her father's boat.
With her father joining her mother beyond the grave, Samantha started putting her self-taught skills to use. With still two growing mouths to feed, she'd need to find a way to put food on the table. Assisting the local doctor, making house calls, and even offering to do small bits of manual labor, she'd find a way to make ends meet, her brothers never going hungry, even if it meant that she skipped a meal or two. Her medical knowledge increased over the few more years, and as she turned twenty five, her youngest brother came of age. With a joyful family reunion, her siblings coming back home from several hundred miles away, the decision was made to sell their home, and everything in it spiting the money between them. A final farewell was given, as the family she had spent most of her life holding together, went their separate ways.
With no family to care for, a hefty bag of caps, and a head of knowledge, she'd set out to travel south, following the coastline as she traveled the wastes as a roaming doctor. Caravans were always glad to have a doctor on-board, and towns were grateful for one to stop by for a few days. She'd always believe that the best medicine was a friendly smile, and caring touch. She'd stay on the road for years, traveling from NCR's northern boarder, through it's heart of California, and down to it's Southern edge. She'd find a small town, settling down for about a year as she established a clinic there. However, it wasn't to last. The NCR's defeat at Hoover Dam caused the spread-thin republic to pull it's forces back, leaving the town that sat as an outpost at the southern edge of NCR territory, nothing but an unorganized village. It wasn't long before the supply routes stopped, the lack of NCR protection making it to risky for anyone to venture out. Newcomers stopped, raider and Legion attacks became more and more common.
Samantha, along with most of the townsfolk, decided it was best to leave, less they wanted that town to be their grave site. Samantha joined up with a group of waste landers, heading north, back into what remained of NCR's territory. The group consisted of a few farmers, some scavengers, a mercenary, a pregnant woman, and Samantha herself. The group's journey went well the first few days, making good head-way towards the Baja-California boarder. Then, the attacks came. It was never the same people, bandits, drug friends, Legion, creatures, and anything else in the wastes, seemed to want a piece of the small group of waste landers trying to survive. Each attack drew blood, and most of the time, took a life. The constant string of attacks, nearly every day, threw their trip off-course. They'd drifted East, crossing over into Nevada without knowing it.
Another day, another harsh couple of miles, another attack. A scream, from a woman. Behind a rock, the pregnant woman. Screaming. Samantha runs over, she knew the woman would be due soon. Bad timing. She gets there, dodging gunfire from some raiders. The ground under her is wet, water is broken. Theres blood. Not uncommon, but it's not from the birth. The mothers' been shot. She's gasping for air, one of her lungs is collapsed. The other waste landers fend them off. It takes them all, no one can help. The mother looks at Samantha, unable to speak. Blood gurgling from her mouth. She goes to work, trying to calm her down. Stop the bleeding. Patch her lung. She'll drown. Samantha does just that, placing a diaphragm over her sucking chest wound. It feels like an elephant stepping off her chest. The mother can finally breath, but only screams in even more pain. The child is coming. It's time. Samantha does what she knows to do. Sweat, on Samantha's forehead. Not from the heat. She's constantly looking back up. The mother is weak. Clamy skin. Cold to the touch. Shivering. Her desperate screams growing quieter. It's over. Theres a new scream. A baby, a girl. Samantha grabs a towel from her pack. She moves over to the new mother, handing her the bundled up infant. The mother's arms tremble, as she weakly holds her newborn. Samantha checks her pulse. Weak, sparatic. The mother reaches out, her hand trembling. She grab's Samantha's collar, weakly tugging her close. She whispers, Samantha nods, her eyes glancing at the child. The mother looks back to her daughter. She smiles, her hands loosening. Her eyes slowly close, she still smiles. Samantha makes sure the child doesn't fall. The mother's arms droop to her side. She dies. Samantha looks at the newborn, still softly crying. She looks at the mother. Peaceful, as she lay there. The fighting stops, the bandits pushed away. One life extinguished, another lit aflame.
Another day. Another harsh couple of miles. Quiet. More miles, and a well traveled path. They've made it back into NCR territory. Samantha breathes a sigh of relief, clutching the infant strapped to her front. It isn't long before the repercussions of NCR's defeat at Hoover Dam are noticed, as whats left of the group make it to Day Glow. It's fallen on hard times, and as Samantha would come to find out, so had the entire NCR. The promise of safety and prosperity under the Bear seemed little more than a white lie, as the republic struggled to get back on it's feet. Determining that a familiar place is the best when raising a child, she heads for home. It takes her a year to trek back up the coastline, but she eventually makes it back to the North West, her old stomping grounds. All caravaners point to Tacoma, a prospering town with a well equipped militia. Samantha heads there, and once in Tacoma, quickly finds work in it's clinic, doing what she does best. Three years pass since Samantha and Amy became residents of Tacoma, Amy growing to walk and talk, and Samantha rising in position at the clinic, becoming a prominent member of the community.