[hider=Eliza Weaver] Eliza Weaver [img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/e2fd46f0591bda677f18af8d3bf88350/tumblr_o2wejnkOGy1rfd7lko1_500.gif[/img] Gender: Female Real Age: 34 Age Appearance: Appears to be in her late 20’s to early 30’s Birthdate: April 13th, 2256 Birthplace: Caliente, Nevada Personal Evaluation Occupation: Mercenary, specializes in high risk environments, asset protection/retrieval, search & Destroy, and intelligence gathering. Work Ethic: Eliza dedicates every fiber of her being to the task at hand. Refusing to give anything less than 110% at everything she does. She’s garnered a reputation among the people she’s served with as being a loyal and dedicated soldier. Willing to sacrifice anything to accomplish her mission. Experience: Former NCR soldier and officer, served with distinction in a reconnaissance battalion with multiple combat tours. Awarded the position as Company Commander and the rank of Captain for exemplary service to the NCR and it’s people. Went on to impress her superiors with her natural talent for leadership and combat, was being bred for Battalion Commander shortly before her departure from the NCRSR. Organizations/Affiliations: Former NCR Captain, original founder and leader of the prestigious Rough Riders mercenaries, currently a freelance mercenary with recent contracts with the Commonwealth Minutemen. Style: Eliza prefers to dress practically and cuts down on frivolous accessories. In her current state she tends to wear clothing commonly worn by standard Rough Rider mercenaries, with her own flare added for good measure. This consists of well worn t-shirts and tanktops, accompanied by a well traveled dark leather duster, leather slouch hat, and worn but well maintained leather combat boots. Preferred Weapons: With few weapons systems being unfamiliar to Eliza she is capable of picking up nearly any weapon and making good use of it. Although she does have her tried and true companions. She carries a well worn but meticulously maintained Browning Hi-Power handgun that serves as her primary means of defense and attack. Although Eliza is particularly skilled at hand to hand combat. Habits and Mannerisms: Runs fingers through her hair when she’s stressed or nervous, and smokes cigarettes when stressed or anxious. Medical Evaluation (still compiling subject’s medical records) Ethnicity: American/Caucasian Blood Type: o+ Preferred Hand: Right Handed Eye Color: Light blue Hair Color: Dirty blonde/light brown Hairstyle: Hair is kept either slicked back, in a bun, or ponytail. Very rarely is it ever let down. Skin Tone: Pale white with minimal tanning from prolonged exposure to the sun. Complexion: Fair, usually burns, Rarely tans. Makeup: N/A Body Type: Mesomorph Build: Strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders and slim hips. Height: 5’9” (175cm) Weight: 139 lbs (63kg) Cup Size: B Shoe Size: 9 ½ Birthmarks/scars: 3 inch scar front right of neck, cause; knife. 1 ¾ inch scar left outer Eye, cause; blunt force trauma. Bullet Entry Wound front left shoulder, 2 ½ inches below collarbone, Cause; Gunshot, 9x19mm Parabellum round. Bullet Exit wound upper Back Left Shoulder, 1 inch left of the spinal cord. Cause; Gunshot, 9x19mm Parabellum Round. Bullet Entry wound outer left leg, 4 inches above knee. Travelled through the left leg and nicked the right thigh, clean entry and exit. Cause; Gunshot, 7.62x39 fired at close proximity. Multiple Scars on back. ranging from 1 to 5 inches in length, consistent width. Have healed over time but are still visible and some of the deeper ones can still be felt. Cause; flagellation Energy: Astonishing stamina, isn’t easily tired or dissuaded from completing a task due to exhaustion. Senses: Heightened level of awareness developed from being constantly on guard. Is generally able to get a good read on people’s emotions through their body language and tone. Addictions: Camel unfiltered cigarettes, recovering alcoholic. Mental Disorders: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety, Dysthymia, Night Terrors, Insomnia, Nocturia, and Substance Dependence. Attitude: Stability: Relatively consistent, although she can and has suffered from emotional instability due to events that triggered a psychological reaction from her P.T.S.D and anxiety. Expressiveness: Hides emotions deemed too personal from others. Doesn’t express her emotions too often if at all. Biographical Summary Eliza was raised along with her sister Charlotte by her mother and father in the rural town of Caliente, Nevada. Her mother was a merchant by trade and her father was a mechanic. When Eliza was 13 years old raiders attacked the town as they often did in their attempts to seize control of the towns valuable water purification systems. During this attack her mother and father were killed and Eliza and Charlotte were captured as trophies. Charlotte was only 3 years old at the time and was struggling to understand what was happening. Too young to rationalize what had just happened and too dependant on the care she received from her parents it was up to Eliza to protect her sister. Unfortunately the raiders had taken a liking to Eliza. She was a wiry young blonde with an athletic build and an attitude just like her father. Too the depraved raiders it didn’t matter. They wished only to conquer their trophies. Eliza used this opportunity to manipulate them into leaving Charlotte alone, and instead focused all of their attention onto her. For the next 4 years Eliza was regularly and brutally raped, beaten, and starved. All the while her sister was being treated like a princess. She was fed, clothed, and left untouched. Charlotte even went so far as to call the raiders her “family.” She had happily left herself become lost in the fantasy. She was never made aware of the sacrifices her sister made to keep her safe, and the agony she endured for the hope that Charlotte would be let go. Eliza had been raped so severely that her pelvis was shattered and she was unable to walk or even sit. At that point she stayed bound and chained to a pole, her legs slumped underneath her as she was unable to support her own weight. Her captures didn’t care about her injury and still continued to molest her multiple times a day. They only stopped when Eliza’s screams of pain became too grating to them. It was only then that they let her lay down and heal, except during this time of recovery she was still whipped and beaten, and was fed only scraps and slop. She had grown too weak to resist them even if she wanted to so now all she could do was submit and hope for her sisters release or her death. Once her hip healed Eliza was returned to her same old routine as the gangs personal toy. It was relentless, she couldn’t sleep without having one of the raiders wake her up and rape he. Eventually Eliza had become so weak and frail that the raiders took notice. Fortunately for her she had become their favorite plaything so they started taking better care of her. She was fed more often, allowed periods of undisturbed rest, and could visit her sister more often. Their kindness did not come without a price however. Their abuse of her escalated sharply from here forward. She was choked until she passed out, bones were broken including her pelvis again, she was beaten into states of unconsciousness, and there were times that she spent days chained to a post unable to move or sleep properly. When Eliza turned 17 she was traded to another raider gang along with her sister. During this trade the gang she was given to was attacked by the NCR and Eliza and Charlotte were saved. Charlotte was devastated, she missed her “family” and wanted to go back. Eliza couldn’t walk and had to be carried everywhere she went for the next few weeks. When she recovered enough that she could take care of herself the NCR gave her the option of enlistment and the ability to keep her sister. Or they would split them both up and put them in foster families. Eliza wasn’t willing to give her sister up. Even if her sister refused to accept the horrible things that were done to Eliza for her safety. Eliza enlisted into the NCR military and excelled from the very start. She was driven to succeed, to forget about what had just happened to her over the last 4 years. To forget that her family was murdered and her entire childhood was ruined. Her own sister called her a liar, and wanted to flee back into the wilderness in search of the raiders they escaped. Once she finished her basic training Eliza volunteered for the Advanced Reconnaissance Course. She was told by her instructors that there wasn’t too many things in the NCR military more difficult than ARC. So Eliza naturally roze to the challenge, again she persevered the training was grueling and the stresses on her body and mind were immense but Eliza had suffered worse. She knew she could endure, she had to. Not just for Charlotte but for herself. She needed to prove to herself that she could be something. That what had happened to her would not define who she was. It was easier said than done, her body was left with countless physical and psychological traumas. All of which she hid from the military, to them she was fit and of sound mind. It didn’t matter to Eliza that she was falling apart. She had completed the ARC, and was cycled into her first combat tour. She excelled in the field but the trauma she had sustained over those years with the raiders were exacerbated in the field. She ignored the symptoms and the pain because she didn’t see any other option. She needed the money she was paid to take care of Charlotte. To keep her fed, clothed and in school. Eliza never stopped caring for her sister even if it meant that she was killing herself in the process. Regardless she still was able to hide all of her conditions from the NCR and serve 6 years until she was promoted to Captain and Platoon Commander. This position paid her more and got her out of the field more often. Charlotte could never want for anything now, and Eliza was getting her ready to enlist as well. Hoping that with her sister in the military she could focus more on tending to herself. Eliza was an excellent soldier and an even better officer. She showed a natural talent for commanding soldiers and struck up a great rapport with her platoon. Her superiors were so pleased with her success that they were grooming her for a position as a Battalion Commander. All those dreams and ambitions were dashed against the rocks when Eliza’s current Battalion Commander forced himself onto her. Even after all of those years she spent suffering at the hands of the raiders she didn’t fight it. Her body just shut down and she let it happen, the pain was excruciating though and Eliza’s screams would’ve gotten him caught if he didn’t strangle her before she drew any attention to what was happening. When she came to she was laying on the floor of her quarters. Her pants undone and pulled down around her boots, her panties wadded into her mouth as an impromptu gag. She couldn’t get up from the floor her legs were too weak and her groin was on fire, as if someone had jammed a smoldering blade inside of her. Eliza couldn’t do anything but lay on the floor and cry. She was alone again, she was back to where she was as a teenager. She hated herself for letting it happen again. Even now when her service weapon laid merely a few feet from her. She could’ve shot him, she could’ve done anything to resist him but instead she collapsed to the floor and gave up. All of that fighting, all of those boisterous words, her bravado. None of it meant anything anymore. Over the next few days Eliza tried to recover from what had happened. Choosing to ignore that it had happened and try to move on. It was impossible, she seen that man everyday. In every meeting he was there, and he knew that they shared a secret that Eliza would never tell because she was afraid of losing Charlotte, and losing her position. Everything Eliza had given so much for would be gone in an instant if she ratted out her Commander. He had too much influence and Eliza was afraid she would be called a liar if she spoke out. So she kept her mouth shut and took his menacing looks and let him pin her against his desk during their personal “meetings.” He had her broken again. Too afraid to come forward. This was her life now, the life she escaped found her again. She would wake up with him straddling her in bed. He didn’t care that the trauma from her past caused any sort of penetration to be extremely painful. He just crammed her mouth with her underwear or smothered her face with a pillow. What caused her crippling pain kept him coming back for more. It was almost every night, even during the day she wasn’t safe. He bashed her head off the wall so hard one day that she blacked out. When she came to her shirt was pulled over her head, her pants ripped and ruined from him savagely trying to remove them. She sat in a puddle of blood and contemplated killing herself. She was weak, she didn’t deserve the rank she held. If she came out the men and women she led would think she was weak. To her suicide was the only way to escape him but she couldn’t do it. Eliza continued to accept the raping. At least he had the courtesy now to knock her out, or use a different entrance. Apparently what kept him coming back wasn’t doing it anymore and he was getting frustrated. He started abusing her in different ways now. While he was raping her he would choke Eliza until she was just about to pass out and then he would let her breathe again. Her spasming muscles and the fact that he was teasing Eliza into thinking that she could just pass out and not have to witness what was happening drove him crazy. He kept coming back and each time was more vile. He knocked her out and drug her into the public restroom, raped her in the stall and left her unconscious body slumped on top of the toilet. Eventually Eliza snapped, and one day when she entered the conference hall with the rest of her colleges and that bastard. She finally did what she couldn’t do for all of those years, she fought back. Eliza drew her service weapon in front of everyone and gunned down her commanding officer in cold blood. She just stood there and examined his corpse making sure that all 13 rounds from her Browning Hi-Power hit the fucker. She didn’t even resist when her colleges tackled her and the MP’s drug her off in handcuffs. She didn’t fight in her trial. Conveniently there was no evidence against him so all the blame was pinned on Eliza. She was deemed to unstable for military service, and even after all she had accomplished and all the medals she had earned. They called her a disgrace to the NCR military, her medals were confiscated, her rank was stripped away and she was locked away for what should’ve been a live time until one of the prison guards helped smuggle her out. AFter she escaped from prison Eliza disappeared into the wasteland. She spent her next 6 years living in isolation in the deepest parts of the wilderness. Even after escaping once more Eliza still didn’t feel free. All of those years of abuse and rape left her empty inside. Since she was 13 years old she could never love someone, never embrace them in her arms. To her sex was something to be feared. It caused her pain and suffering, she couldn’t escape it. Everytime she went to urinate she would collapse in pain, and her trauma was so severe that a finger couldn’t even penetrate her without the spasms from her muscles paralyzing her in pain. During those 6 years like all those years before her Eliza suffered. She hadn’t slept a full night since the raiders abducted her and Charlotte. She suffered from horrible vivid dreams of her being molested again. Even when she found someone she could confide in, she was only betrayed again. She met a young woman in Carson City. She was beautiful, young, dark hair, slim boyish figure. She was Eliza’s type. The two struck it off immediately, both women were desperately in search of a companion and they found it in each other. Unfortunately for Eliza the woman she gave her heart to had other intentions for it. Secretly she was a slaver, and she truly believed that Eliza was one of the most stunning women she had ever seen. Those two things meant only one thing for her, a paycheck. Eliza was led along to believe that what they held together was true. Her lover made her feel things she never felt before. She had orgasms so intense that her pain was almost insignificant in the moment. Eliza truly thought that her life was turning around, she let her defenses down for the first time in her adult life and was instantly betrayed. During their time together the woman didn’t just learn how to pleasure Eliza, she also learned how to manipulate her. Her pain was so severe that her body shut down when it experienced it. Eliza couldn’t fight back while the pain was happening and she was completely vulnerable until it was over. During her time with this woman though her pain was getting better, she had the patience to take it slow with Eliza and edge her along. This gained Eliza’s trust and helped her rebuild her confidence. Now she could take about 6 inches without discomfort. She was having orgasms she never had before. Sex never felt this good to her before. One of the woman’s friends frequently came over and Eliza was more than happy to let him sleep with her. He was careful but intense, he carefully watched how Eliza reacted to him and made sure that he never hurt her. She was feeling so much better now than she ever was. Except one day Eliza’s lover brought more than one friend and they weren't nearly as pleasant as the others. Eliza tried to fight it but they overpowered her and tied her down. This was a trial period for potential buyers. In her isolation Eliza had made herself vulnerable again, now the woman her heart ached for was standing over her while she was raped examining her like she was a piece of cattle. 3 days passed with different men each day, some of them were repeat visitors but Eliza was nearly unconscious for most of it. Her conditioned had flared up again making every inch she took hell. She was bleeding all over the floor but none of the men cared. Eliza’s lover assured them that it was worth it, and she wasn’t wrong. Once someone forced themselves inside of her the muscles constantly spasmed and contracted around the object as if she was having a constant intense orgasm. This kept people coming back. She was the best sex they had ever had and they were arguing and bidding over who would get to buy her. For 3 days Eliza was tied to heating pipe in her home. Her arms straight above her head were chained around the pipe while she stayed sitting at a slumped angle for 3 days. They didn’t clean up after themselves, and they didn’t feed her. At one point one of the men inserted himself inside of her and he was way too big. Bigger than anyone Eliza had ever taken before. This made the pain unbearable, she screamed and cried. Begging him to stop, at this point her heart was shattered. She begged to the woman to let her go but she just stood there and watched. The man encouraged her to scream even louder, because he enjoyed it. Eventually Eliza was flipped around so two men could penetrate her. One of them was the same man and the other was just as big as him. They both went after her at the same time, laughing hysterically at her screams. Eventually the pain had become too much for her to bear and she blacked out. When she woke up she was naked laying in days worth of blood and fluid. She was alone everyone else had left, even the woman. Eliza was too weak to move, she was still bleeding and without anything to eat in at least 3 days she felt like she was going to pass out. So she just laid on the floor and hoped that she would bleed to death and die. She thought she got her wish as she slowly slipped away only to wake up later on to find that the woman had returned. She was sitting alongside Eliza, twirling a blade in her hand. Eliza couldn’t do anything to her even if she wanted to. She was trembling and cold, and every breath was a struggle. She couldn’t even speak. Eliza just laid there and hoped that this woman would just run that blade through her throat, but the woman didn’t. She layed down beside Eliza and held her, the woman’s body felt so good against hers. She was warm in her embrace of Eliza. She played with her hair and kissed at her neck. Eliza didn’t know how to feel. She was flooded with a mix of emotions. After a few minutes of her laying with Eliza she began to speak to her for the first time since this whole thing started. “I fucked up Eliza. I fucked up really bad. I shouldn’t have went through with this. It wasn’t worth it. They didn’t have any interest in buying you. They just wanted to fuck with me. They exploited the fact that I was using you and then none of them were interested. All of that money is gone. You could’ve made me fucking rich.” She placed the blade against Eliza’s throat. In her anger she was ready to kill her. Eliza just layed there and waited, she wanted to die. Life wasn’t worth living to her anymore. All she could do before she died was whisper one last thing before she went. “I loved you.” After that Eliza felt the cold steel of the blade slice through her neck and she blacked out again. She figured that was it, that she was finally dead but she woke up again. Still weak she managed to crawl onto all fours and headed for the door. On her way out she found the woman she loved slumped against the wall, her blood and brain matter painted the scene. She killed herself, and in her lap laid a blood soaked note written for Eliza. On the note it read simply. “I loved you too.” To summarize current events, Eliza spent time in New Vegas with her mercenary unit. There to serve as security for the Jaded Empire's delegation Eliza took things further then expected and fell for Shelby a member of Empress Calypso's delegation. It was a short lived but sorely missed relationship. Eliza under circumstances known only to her and Shelby left and headed back into the wasteland. During her exodus Eliza and her mercenaries came under fire from a mysterious bounty hunter. They successfully killed off most of Eliza's comrades and continued to stalk her across the wasteland. Now Eliza has found herself exhausted and beaten in Salem, Massachusetts. Hiding in ruined buildings, she's now waiting for her inevitable death to find her. 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