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[h1][color=Gray]Finn Cassidy[/color][/h1]

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[center][h2]- General Characteristics -[/h2][/center]

[color=Gray][b]|[u]Phineas Holiday Cassidy [/u]|[/b][/color]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] "Finn" "Cass" and always popular "Kid."[/u]|[/b][/color]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] 24 [/u]|[/b][/color]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] Male [/u]|[/b][/color]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] Found Online [/u]|[/b][/color]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] Gray [/u]|[/b][/color]
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[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Appearance} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Finn is a young man, broad-shouldered and well-muscled thanks to his work with Brahmin, as a child of vault dweller and being partially raised in a vault he's rather pale for a wastelander and much healthier than most. With shaggy auburn hair and a pair of welders goggles, stockily built with strong legs and a charming face. Sea green eyes that can and have made hearts melt when he turns on the charm, his face usually has some oil or grease from tinkering on something. Phineas does have a few small scars on his chest and arms from the occasional tussle. He also sports burn scars on his hands from the occasional cooking incident and his work repairing and tinkering with objects he finds.

Dressed in brotherhood recon armor worn under a thick leather duster, a holster at his left hip. A heavy traveling bag crossing from his left shoulder to his right hip. A rancher’s stetson sat upon his head with a gauss rifle slung across his back and in his arms, an old battle rifle.[/indent]

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[center][h2]- Psychological Profile -[/h2][/center]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Personality} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent] Phineas is a kind soul and one whose prone to act of compassion and mercy, but he also strongly believes in justice and to get that in the wasteland you need to be willing to put a bullet in someone. As such Phineas finish while trusting is always quick on the draw, with lies and betrayal being the order of the day in the wasteland. Having grown up herding Brahmin and working the land around the vault his parents were born in he's far smarter than he seems and with manners to boot he is probably one of the last Southern gentlemen in existence. Phineas has always had a strong moral compass, more importantly, he has always stuck by it even when it's gotten it him into trouble. The first time he found people who were willing to stand up to raiders and threats of the wastes it was the Brotherhood of Steel, while many were fearful when they appeared in the Broken Banks of the Carolina's Finn stepped up. Helping the Brotherhood find places to scavenge and places to avoid he was given a place among them as a guide, hearing stories of Elder Lyons and started to believe in his vision for a better wasteland. [/indent]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Fears/Limitations} [/u]|[/b][/color]

Water, growing up living further inland on the vault controlled dairy he never learned how to swim and when he did finally attempt to learn after reaching the sound of Pamlico near New Bern he asked local fishermen for a lesson on swimming. Awhile latter at a small freshwater stream leading into the sound he went for a swim... Only to be greeted by his first ever Mirelurk, outrunning the massive crab alongside his teachers he vowed he was never going in the water again. He will sail with great hesitance but he will never swim and detests large bodies.

Finn also has an obsession with finding whatever passes for a horse in the new world they live in, he's taken to chasing rumors and having at one point even built his own upscaled version of the giddyup buttercup to help with his work herding Brahmin. As such he's prone to chasing tales of wild horses and before joining the brotherhood joined several grouping trying to scout the Broken Banks for a rumored island of purebred horses. He's never had any luck but it doesn't stop from wanting to follow every lead he can get about finding real-life horses, no matter the trouble he gets into.

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Place of Origin} [/u]|[/b][/color]
[indent]Vault 55, Carolina Creamery: Buried under the hills of the Piedmont region deep under a modern dairy farm Vault 55 opened 80 years after the Great War. When the vault opened they found a small village of caravaners trying to take advantage of the dairy farms herbs for hauling items. Now known as Creamery 55 the vault dwellers helped restore much of the old dairy and keep it running they have even found ways to cleanse Brahmin milk of rads and cool it the Creamery has helped keep the people of the Carolina's from drinking dirty water.[/indent]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Background} [/u]|[/b][/color]

[hider=Vault 55: The Cowboy Vault]
Vault fifty-five located in South Lee County North Carolina was the vault of the people it accepted carpenters, engineers, small business owners, teachers, and farmers. Middle-class educators and workers, the vault also hosted an election system and all entertainment was based off the Wild West Americana. The Vault’s experiment was to see if instilling the idea of taming a wild and uncivilized world would help the populace expand and rebuild faster. Vault fifty-five opened after eighty years and began trading with the outside world, rebuilding the dairy farm with traders who were attempting to figure out why so many Brahmin lived in this area.
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[hider=Born in the Land of the pines]
Born in Vault 55, Phineas did not spend his life underground instead his parents joined the vault residents who had begun living outside working the farms. His mother was part of maintenance while his father a natural born speaker joined up with the caravans that left to trade milk for caps. Phineas even as a young boy would slip away from the daycare and head right off to watch his mother work no matter what they tried the young man wanted to see how his mother took apart machines and put them back together in a way that made them work. It was as mesmerizing to watch and eventually they gave up trying to stop him. Soon each day with little Finn in tow she would teach him about what she was fixing. 

Yet, Phineas, it seemed inherited his father's natural charm eventually convincing one of the caravaneers his father worked with to teach him how to shoot. With an old varmint rifle and a handful of bullets, Finn took to the guns the same way he took to other old world machines, with careful practice he learned to clean, repair, and care for rifles. His father fought to keep him away from violence but the wasteland never liked the innocent and eventually. Finn would lose his one day and his mother knew it would be better to teach him to fight than let him live without the skills to survive. Soon Finn and his mother began to practice shooting together and as the young boy grew into a teenager his father knew he would need a better rifle. Upon his next trip out Finn's old man bargained for an older model battle rifle and soon Phineas had his first real rifle and he'd need it soon.

Just after Phineas's seventeenth birthday after all of the milk caravans had left and the town was quiet, the stillness of an autumn day in the wasteland. They heard screams of war a mob of raiders rushed towards the gates with cobbled together weapons and hateful words. The townsfolk of the Carolina Creamery were a mix of traders and settlers from outside and well-armed vault residence. The raiders had expected a town of brahmin herding simpletons, what they met was a fortified town with an understanding of just exactly how to deal with bands of raiders. Phineas manned the walls alongside many others, picking off targets trying to rush towards the gates with improvised explosives. Soon corpses littered the fields around the diary groans of the dying were met with the echoes of pistol fire the people of the village executing the would-be conquerors and stripping them of loot.

It was after this Phineas began to join his father of trips away from the village and it was during this period in his life he met the Brotherhood of Steel.
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[hider=Ice Cream and Steel]
A Brotherhood detachment arrived in North Carolina to search for tech and learn about what the locals were doing perhaps even establish an outpost here. Many were fearful of the men in power armor yet Phineas ever the tinker walked right up and began to ask about the features and what they had gotten working on the armor. Phineas himself had been trying to restore a weather-battered suit of T-45 his father had bargained for believing it to still work. While the tight-lipped brothers didn’t say much at first upon discovering he hailed from a Vault that had built its own community they decided to investigate.

Bringing the Brotherhood to the Carolina Creamery built above Vault fifty-five, he introduced them around and showed them what they had managed to get working. Even demonstrating a few people tinkering with the idea of getting motorcycles or ramshackle cars built to make milk runs easier. However, according to the lead, the greatest discovery of the entire mission was that the Vault dwellers had a working freezing and knew how to make ice cream. Watching a bunch of power armored knights and normally stuffy scribes line up to taste ice cream and groan with joy couldn’t help but make Finn smile.

After this introduction, the Brotherhood decided to set up with the friendly and easy to trade with locals of the dairy. Phineas became the go-to person and began to travel with the knights who opened more and more over time. Phineas heard tales of the Capital Wasteland and other places the Brotherhood had been, how they had helped people under Elder Lyons and done so much good even purifying water in Potomac. When a group had to return home to join up with the others, Phineas was invited to come with them. During his time with the group, he’d proven a capable combatant and knowledgeable about old world tech and culture in ways on Vault dwellers could be. He was brought into the Brotherhood as Initiate and awarded the rank of Knight for selfless acts in defense of his brothers.

His promotion ceremony occurred under Lyons, awarded the rank of Knight he wore it proudly just like he did his first suit of power armor. He couldn’t have been happier protecting people, building bonds of friendship, and getting to work with the tech he could only read about before. Yet while he loved his work, the Brotherhood would soon change into something he could not approve of. Sarah Lyons passed away and Maxson stepped forward named the new Elder due to his bloodline, he seemed more focused on tech than caring for people as Lyons had. Phineas never the silent type pointed out that should be honoring the Lyons family and continuing the work... He was acknowledged by the upper brass before he given a mission to scout the area around New York City and “The Necropolis.”
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[hider=O'Brother, where art thou?]
Joining with a caravan Phineas took months to arrive at his destination where he used what little info they had to find a small bunker and secure it. Phineas usually wore his recon armor under a duster and cowboy hat, he kept his weapons with him as he did his best to learn all he could know it could be of use to his brothers and sisters when they finally came to begin properly exploring. 

He bargained some collecting himself a few odds and in and trying to learn the history of this Northern area, the large structure made him feel uncomfortable. He was used to open plains and quiet hills, it reminded him of the capital wasteland but a hundred times worse, he couldn't understand why anyone would want to live a big metal city like this.

Eventually, the rest of the team arrived and they began to explore together throughout the Necropolis they wandered. Finn did his best to keep his spirit but as it grew worse he could only hope they would survive the mission. He began to understand that this was more of a death sentence than an exile, that the Brotherhood had sent them too it willingly.

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[center][h2]- Survival Characteristics -[/h2][/center]

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Non-Combat Skills} [/u]|[/b][/color]
Old World Machinist: While he lacks computer skills most Scribes have Finn is one hell of a grease monkey from guns to motors, even good old fashion generators Phineas can repair them all, even laser and plasma weapons he understands how to replace, repair, or upgrade. That said he is not a miracle worker don’t expect him to be able to magically slap an elevator and it kicks in. Given time he can decipher most any machine, computers, however, is not his strong suit.

Pickin and grinnin: While not the most common talents it is one Phineas wishes he got to put to better use, he is capable of reading sheet music and playing three instruments. Banjo, guitar, and his personal favorite the fiddle which he will argue into the ground is the proper name for the instrument. He adores playing music and has plenty of copies of songs from his vault saved on his pipboy.

Southern Charm: Phineas Holiday Cassidy is a smooth talker even if he doesn’t know it, he has a way with words and way with people. Finn is good at getting people to talk and very open to hearing about others, people get a sense he is always listening and trying to really care for the others around him. Some perceive this as naive to others it refreshing and reassuring to have someone so willing to listen and care about the problems others face in the wasteland and be willing to try and offer some comfort or help. Naturally, Finn will always try to talk his way through a problem with others before resorting to a lead spitting competition.

Comfort Food: Phineas has knife skills, in the kitchen or on the road his home in the Carolina’s found ways to continue cooking good old fashion southern comfort food even after the end of the world. Just about every Cassidy since Finn’s vault opened has learned to make everything from sweets to biscuits with gravy. If you need someone to turn an unappetizing caravan lunch into something tasty Finn’s got a spice or a method.

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Possessions} [/u]|[/b][/color]
Acoustic Guitar with case
Harmonica
Ice cream recipe
Brotherhood Holo-tags
Canteen of purified water
Assorted fresh vegetables
Collection of half full booze bottles
Rucksack
Pipboy
Music holotapes

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Combat Skills} [/u]|[/b][/color]

Silent, Vigilant, Deadly: “A sniper is like a genius - it’s not enough to be one, you have to be one at something.” Finn is a marksman and a damn good one, able to pick off an enemy commander with a gauss rifle just outside of what should be the weapons maximum range. While not quick to jump to violence if it required he just needs a line of sight, preferring bullets and guns to energy weapons, for the most part, the Gauss rifle he carries is his personal method for dealing with some of the more nasty creatures that exist in the wasteland.

East Coast Cowboy: With a pistol at his side and a steady hand, Finn can draw and fire with astounding speed, combined with his natural precision he is a deadly duelist and good at reacting to an ambush. Even with his favored battle rifle, he is a well practiced and disciplined shooter staying calm even when bullets are raining down and wasteland critters start closing in. He can reload and clear a jammed weapon quickly thanks to practice and care, well versed in practical weapons he knows just how to use to his advantage.

Power Armor Training: Thanks to the Brotherhood Phineas can operate power armor and fight just as encased in it as he can outside.

Discretion and Valor: When not in power armor Phineas can blend with a crowd or slip into the wastes like a ghost, preferring this method when a straight-up fight is not needed he also knows how to hide a weapon on his person or slip past a patrol of guards to lay a landmine in the path of the patrol. His sneaking skills make him a great choice as a scout, he mastered the skill early on poking around old military bases along the east coast.

Big (Guns) Damn Hero: When his brothers and sisters are on the line when people are in danger, or if it seems like it what needs doing you can bet Phineas will be the first one in line. Phineas is part of the Brotherhood of Steel and he’s well versed in their assault tactics usually playing but he’s also been known to pick up a minigun and charge into the fray to try and protect his friends and family in the Brotherhood. His love of machines extends to some of the bigger weapons in the wastes as well and while he might prefer picking off target it doesn’t mean he won’t be right beside the people he wants to protect if that is what has to be done.

[color=Gray][b]|[u] {Gear} [/u]|[/b][/color]

.45-70 Gov’t Revolver “Smoke Wagon”
Battle Rifle “Quigley”
Gauss Rifle “Newton”
Brotherhood Recon Armor
T-51b Power Armor
Ammo bags
Bandolier with .308 rounds.
Box of .45-70 rounds
Ammo box for spare rounds.
A case of 2mm EC

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