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[indent][b][color=#838A46]NAME[/color][/b]
Roxanne 'Rocket' Cassom
[b][color=#838A46]AGE[/color][/b]
24
[b][color=#838A46]GENDER[/color][/b]
Female
[b][color=#838A46]SPECIES[/color][/b]
Human
[b][color=#838A46]HOMETOWN[/color][/b]
Magnolia Ranch
[b][color=#838A46]FACTION[/color][/b]
Political Heirarchy[/indent]

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[indent]If "curious" had a sentient form it would be Roxanne Cassom. No matter where you are, or what you are doing, you'll see her tinkering with something, reading something, or generally annoying various people about their various curiosities. She's a short woman, but not lithe and dainty as her title might imply. While her strength isn't made for hitting, she can haul and lift and move. It's apparent that she's put more hours into finagling with equipment than into the finer graces. Not to say she doesn't have charisma, it's just of her own making. 

Her hair is usually pulled up and sloppily placed atop her head, and her lips askew in a wild grin. She looks much younger than she is, which is unfortunate when she tries to get people to take her seriously. She has wide honey eyes and a face covered in freckles. Most of the time she also has a smudge or two from the mechanical things she enjoys working on. Much to her father's chagrin, she doesn't wear the finer things. She's prone to thick, long shirts that swallow her frame, hide pants, a large jacket with a hood, leather gloves, and boots. She also always has a pair of welder's goggles on her head. Of course, for the mission she's about to embark on, she's been clothed in the finest of combat armor--though don't tell her father, she still brought along her favorite red hoodie and her goggles.

One doesn't need an invitation to talk to Rocket. She'll probably start talking to them instead, or she'll entirely ignore them for something she's found more interesting than conversation. She's a bit of toggle like that.[/indent]

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[indent][b][color=#838A46]TYPE[/color][/b] ENFJ
[b][color=#838A46]SPECTATOR'S REACTION[/color][/b]
It's hard to tell if Rocket actually likes someone or likes an aspect about them that makes them interesting. Her interest comes and goes like the tide. One moment, she's speaking rapidly about the interesting gun on your waist, and then the next she's done examining it and taken to doodling it down in her notebook. She's not rude, but she's not naive either. She wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, but she always curious and touching things. Sometimes, those things might be dangerous. In forced social situations, she's quite civil and practical. Someday, she might be a good leader.[/indent]
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[indent][b][color=#838A46]TRAIT[/color][/b]
[b]Good Natured:[/b] You're a generally friendly person and are hesitant to employ violence to solve problems. Your help others. However, when your actions seem to harm others, specifically in combat, you often stand in your own way by doing less damage and racking less kills.
[b][color=#838A46]SKILLS[/color][/b]
[u]Active Skills[/u]
[b]Repair:[/b] The fixing of broken equipment, machinery and electronics and also the reprogrammaning of robots. 
[b]Science:[/b] Covers a variety of hi-technology skills, such as computers, biology, physics and geology.	
[b][color=#838A46]PERK[/color][/b]
[b]Fathers in High Places:[/b] As Governor Cassom's favorite child, Rocket has the wonderful gift of getting away with a lot just by her name and face alone. She also may have quite a bit of caps for bribery. It may be risky putting her up front, but it may pay off. Who knows who the governor has influenced.

[b][color=#838A46]STRENGTHS[/color][/b]
[list][*][b]Curiosity Can't Kill:[/b] Rocket is always into something--everything. As such, she's an encyclopedia of both helpful and useless information. She's able to deduce things at a quicker pace than some, but she's far from a computer in that regard.
[*][b]Armored Cats:[/b] Rocket's expertise are robots. She loves them. If you run across a robot, expect her to run at it and then duck if it's hostile. She's pretty good at making them love her, though
[*][b]With Death Lasers:[/b] Being the brunt of her brothers' ire, made her quite good at getting out of tough situations by wriggling her way from their grasp or leaping out of a building or just running. So, oddly enough, that's a real life skill that'll definitely come in handy.[/list]
[b][color=#838A46]WEAKNESSES[/color][/b]
[list][*][b]But Curiosity Can Kill:[/b] On the other side of that coin, Rocket can and has gotten herself into trouble by being too inquisitive. She can run into situations unprepared or insult someone who could kill her quickly and efficiently.
[*][b]a Sheltered Woman:[/b] Rocket is not naive. She knows she hasn't seen the world for what it is. But at the same time, she hasn't seen the world for what it is. She doesn't know how a lot of things work, and as such, she's bound to make mistakes others could easily avoid.
[*][b]With no Combat Skills:[/b] Rocket can't attack anyone, and she can't defend herself.[/list][/indent]

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[indent][b][color=#838A46]WEAPONS[/color][/b]
[b]Top of the Line Laser Gun:[/b] Her Father gave her a laser gun with a sight on it and a few modifications to make it fire quick and fast. Someone should probably take it away from her.
[b][color=#838A46]ARMOR[/color][/b]
[b]Top of the Line Combat Armor:[/b] Thick, green armor that's over the top of her "adventure wear", nicer clothing that her father thought might help her make friends. Over that, though, she still wears her red hoodie and has attached her welding goggles to her helmet.
[b][color=#838A46]CHEMICALS[/color][/b]
[list][*]3 Stimpaks
[*]2 Nukacoloa (to share with a new friend if she makes one)
[*]1 Radaway
[/list][b][color=#838A46]MISCELLANEOUS[/color][/b]
[b]A Switch to the Bomb:[/b] *waggles finger* Not going to find out what that looks like.
[b]Handy Dandy Unbreakable Lockpick:[/b] Of her own design, may actually be breakable. [/indent]

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[indent]Rocket tossed her brother's, Sampson, underwear halfway across the room as she rummaged through his things. "Ew, Sam, seriously." She was looking for her homemade lockpick. Her brother thought it might be amusing, the night before she was to leave on her big mission, to steal and hide several things that she needed. The last of these things was her lockpick. Older than her, Sampson shouldn't have even been attempting these childish things. He was currently courting some politician's daughter and was looking into purchasing a house of his own. Yet, here he was, tormenting her one last time before she left. 

Exasperated, she just pulled the drawer out and tipped it onto the floor. There was a metallic clack against the wood flooring that told her she'd found it. Upon pocketing the lockpick, she heard voices. Oh no. She'd looted the room too heavily to hide what she'd done, and so she needed to get out of there--fast. Unhinging the windows, she jumped through them, landing on the balcony outside. She slowly shut them, hoping that her brother wouldn't notice they were unlocked.

The door opened. "I can't believe he'd trust [i]her[/i] over me. I'm the eldest," Sampson said, probably to their other sibling, George."What the hell. Ugh! Roxanne must have figured out I stole her shit. She didn't have to leave my room like this." Oh, yes she did. She smirked.

"Calm down," George said, the youngest. "She'll be out of our hair tomorrow, and you can continue your plans on being the next Governor."

Rocket rolled her eyes. He'd pry that position from her cold, dead fingers. She was about to sneak away when Sam started talking again. "Do you believe the rumors?"

"What rumors?" George asked, his voice getting louder. Rocket pressed herself against the side of the house so hopefully, he wouldn't see her.

"About what's in the caravan." There was a noisy [i]thump[/i] of Sam plopping down on the bed.

"Dad's had that on lockdown."

"I know, but I used some of Roxanne's gadgets to hack one of this Mister Handys." Oh, he sounded so assured of himself. He'd never been able to do that without her tech. "Whatever is in there... is alive."

That caught Rocket's attention. She straightened up only to hit her head on the windowsill. It made a low, but obvious noise. SHe heard Sam stand up, and George rush to the window. She quickly got away from the window and lept to the next balcony over. It was for their grandmother. She'd apologize later. 

Rocket laid flat on the balcony as both her brothers stuck their heads out and looked around. She didn't make a sound. She didn't even try to breathe--which was easy considering what she'd just heard. Even with her face flat on the balcony's floor, she could still see the silhouette of the caravan in the pale moonlight. [i]What was in there...[/i][/indent]

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[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32kYH6XZrIo] Familiar by Agnest Obel[/url][/indent]