Post by dunce on Nov 2, 2016 22:08:54 GMT
Gavra Hasen
Occupation: Wastelander (No real occupation per-say)
Birth Place: Maxson, New California Republic
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 135 lbs
Age: 28
Hair: Curly brunette hair tied into pigtail braid
Eye Color: Light brown
Skin: Lightly tanned Caucasian complexion
Build: Surprisingly muscular mesomorph
Notable Features: Several blade scars running up upper right arm
Personality
Personality & Traits: Considerably sarcastic and detached. Tends not to try and build relationships if she can. Can't seem to control her gambling problems.
Legal Status: Questionable.
Current Goals: Make caps, survive, get the fuck out of New Delta.
Likes: Gambling, spending caps, Caravan, games of chance, rye whiskey, traveling.
Dislikes: Lawmen, the NCR, losing caps, liars (ironic, isn't it), moochers (despite being one).
Skills
Marksman: Hasen is a decent shot with her cowboy repeater, claiming she's able to hit a moving target at over two hundred yards.
Liar: Hasen is also a skilled wordsmith in a way, so she's prone to twist the truth to get her way. One has to wonder if the previous skill's claim has any merit if that's the case.
Thievery: Having to scrape by moving from town to town, Hasen has picked up knowledge regarding breaking and entering and pick-pocketing.
Running: Of course, when caught, Hasen knows not to stop running.
Medical Training: One has to wonder how a shady character like Miss Hasen made it into the followers of the apocalypse, but she did gleam SOME medical knowledge from the experience.
Equipment
Wastelander's Leather Armor - Provides the most basic of protection against the elements. Otherwise, fairly useless against guns and sharp objects.
Binoculars - A set of old binoculars used for scouting and the like. Might be stolen, judging by the NCR insignia.
Cowboy Repeater - Only thing you can have faith in is your trusty gun, and Hasen puts a LOT of faith in her rifle skills.
10mm Pistol (Broken) - A currently useless hunk of junk pistol Hasen needs repaired.
Molotov Cocktails (3) - A bit of whiskey and tar rigged to a rope used for area denial and the like. Tends to render those who come in contact with the flaming liquid medium-rare to well-done.
Relations
Special||Close Friend||Friend/Well Received||Acquaintance||Untrusted||Disliked||Hated
Alexi Kuznetsov - Kind of rude. Got her arm shot off during that dumb shit with the Brotherhood. Had to try and save her, I guess. I think I did an ok job? That being said, I guess she's alright..