Name/Nicknames: Hestia Flores /Hest

Race: Human (Caucasian) 

Age: 17

Appearance:

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 Sneered at by the other occupants of Paradise Falls as being ‘The only fat girl in the Wasteland’, Hestia has an unusually corpulent body, making her stand out quite abit amongst the hordes of malnourished survivors. 

Possessing a flowing, overweight form, Hestia is a chunky young woman, with a stout build and a stomach which spills outwards. She has a sturdy frame, padded with a decent amount of muscle, and flabby thighs which brush against each other. 

Miss Flores has full red lips, deep brown eyes, and a luscious explosion of bleach blonde hair, which cascades down her broad shoulders like water.  


Sexual Preferences: Bisexual 

Perks: Scoundrel, Cannibal, Prospector 

Strength: 7

Perception: 8

Endurance: 3

Charisma: 8

Intelligence: 5

Agility: 2

Luck: 7

Personality: Going from day-to-day life under the masquerade of a caring young woman, Hestia Flores is as rotten as they come, possessing a whole truckload of depraved and sociopathic tendencies. Profit is Hestia’s one driving ambition, and she will stop at nothing to get it. 

Whilst an arrogant narcissist, Hestia is smart enough not to let her own inflated opinion of herself compromise a good deal, and is willing to let bygones be bygones if it ends with her making a tonne of caps. 

Crude and amoral at the best of times, and downright merciless and barbaric at the worst, Hestia will keep a level head up until the point where she’s pushed to her limits, when the gloves really come off. 

Hot-headed and jealous, Hestia is quick to mistrust others, and has occasional outbursts of extreme anger. Miss Flores suffers from occasional mood swings and bouts of depression, which she can sometimes be poor at concealing. 

Equipment: Boogeyman's hood, Combat shotgun, Raider Painspike armor, Dirty pre-war spring ware, Broad machete, Mesmetron. 

Caps: 300

Biography: The daughter of a prosperous Brahmin baron, Hestia’s father is a sleazy merchant, not above using underhand tactics to secure his success, and put his competitors out of business. For most of her life Hestia has lived a life full of luxuries not afforded to most children growing up in the Wasteland, and has been kept relatively safe and sheltered under her father’s care. 

The Flores happened to be traveling through the Capital Wasteland when disaster struck, and ended up stranded in the middle of the vicious conflict between the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel. 

Over the next few months supplies began to run low, and situation in the now Capital Graveyard became even more worrisome and desperate, as death ran around the family on all sides, and people seemed to be dropping dead in the blink of an eye. 


The slaver haven of Paradise Falls was hit hard by the epidemic, and it was there that the Flores found salvation. Striking a deal with the cruel Eulogy Jones, The Flores began trading with the slavers in Paradise Falls, in return for sanctuary there. A few years on, and the Flores Brahmin Caravan operations and the slave market have become almost inseparably integrated, with Eulogy using the caravan’s to easily move slaves back and forth throughout the Graveyard, and quickly expand to farthest corners of the map. 

Hestia has become apt with the Mesmetron, and often goes on raids around the area of Little Lamplight, in search of child slaves to be sold off to those interested in such products. 

Rising tensions between the Institute and the Enclave present fascinating new opportunities for Hestia and the other slavers, who are set to sweep over the battlefields like carrion birds, scavenging technology and scooping up weary travellers who are ripe for the taking. 


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