Name: James Gregor Castner

Age: 43

Race/Gender: White Male

Brief physical description or picture:

He would still look handsome, were it not for the toll combat stress and lost comrades took on him over the years. His deep blonde hair is turning gray at the edges and thinning. Once he kept it in whatever military style he preferred at the time, but now he’s let it grow out halfway down his neck. He also keeps a full greying blonde beard, but it doesn't go too long. Scars and blast burns mar his body, but none of them are too deep thanks to his power armor. Despite all that, he's aged well enough, has retained his muscle, and his combat readiness. James 

Clothing/Armor/Weapons:

A trusty modded AER9 laser rifle called Shark(lasers and sharks just seemed to go together), a hunting .44 revolver called Bear(killed too many Yao Gui with it to call it anything else), and a combat knife called Talon(relieved from a Talon Comapny Merc who didn't know the fine piece of work he had). All three have seen him through his whole service in the Brotherhood. In the crashed vertibird he has more: a modded anti-tank rifle he simply calls Cracker(Perfect for cracking giant crab shells or Enclave power armor). A shocking super sledge called Odinson(found an old comic that had a similar hammer in it). His power armor is his same old suit of T-45 decked out and modded over the years. The right arm and right leg had to be replaced with T-51 years ago, since his dominant right side had taken the most hits. He believes T-51 is superior to T-60 personally. As you can tell, James is sentimental about his weapons as he’s maintained and modded them for years now. They provide some attachment in a Brotherhood now foreign to him.

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The Brotherhood of Steel outfit on the far left. It doesn’t have any patch for the sake of secrecy. 

Brief Background: James is one of the old guard in the Eastern Brotherhood: a local recruit who upheld Lyon’s cause to bring peace and prosperity to the people of the Capital Wasteland. He was orphaned at 7 in Canterbury Commons. Raids were on caravans were common in those days, and his parents were another pair of unlucky junk traders. The raiders had the audacity to jump the caravan close to the settlement, and the young James was able to run there to safety. The townspeople took him in, and he managed to have something of a life doing odd jobs. Everything changed for him when the Brotherhood came into town one day. Their noble purpose, their advanced tech, their sense of camaraderie. He had to join, it was his purpose. 

James got through training and became a knight, but he wanted more. Lyon’s Pride: that was his goal. He could be the best and defend the people of the Capital Wasteland from the most dangerous creatures. It took him years of hellish assignments, but he and his friend Colleen managed to become some of the few local recruits to be accepted into Lyon’s Pride. Only a few years later the Enclave returned, and the true battle for the Capital Wasteland started.

It was around this time James and Colleen became romantically involved. They both had the same compassion for protecting people and similar backgrounds. Years of fighting together made them very close. Their partnership gave them the strength to endure many losses, and fight harder than ever against the Enclave at Sarah Lyon’s side. Soon, the war was over. A couple months later, the pair married. 

The death of Elder Lyons was the clouds of an approaching storm. The man’s ideals had formed their purpose, but most rest easily knowing Sarah Lyons would carry on the old man’s legacy. Then the storm truly begun at the death of Sarah Lyons not long after. The circumstances were unthinkable. How could the Brotherhood’s greatest warrior fall on a routine mission? There had to be a culprit. The Brotherhood needed scapegoats. Many of Lyon’s Pride, and everyone on that mission, were banished or executed. Colleen was on that mission. She was to be executed until James pleaded with the court to change their ruling, and instead she was banished. He almost left with her until it was reported that she was killed and mangled by deathclaws not long after her exile.

With nowhere else to go, James threw himself into Brotherhood service to cope. He hoped to honor her memory by helping people as much as he could. Unfortunately for him, the Brotherhood gradually abandoned their ideals. His doubt grew as he watched more and more of the men like him sent on suicide missions or shuffled into dead end jobs far away from any position of influence or meaning. He did his best to balance his loyalty to the Brotherhood, his loyalty to his real brothers, his loyalty to his ideals, and his hate for what Maxson became. But now the end is near. He feels it in this mission. A scouting trip to a dying island will be how Maxson wins over him in the end. He’ll do his job to be sure, but he sure as hell won’t end up dead in a ditch if he has anything to say about it.

James typically tries to emanate good will and humor, but the black hole of the years before and the weight of every thing he did during his service that he thought was justifiable at the time sits just behind the positive attitude.