[hider= Moses 'Motherfucker' Jones][b]Name:[/b] Moses 'Motherfucker' Jones

[b]Date of Birth:[/b] 35

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] 

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Moses Jones stands at a height of 6'1, with a strong upper body due to his mechanical laboring. His frizzy hair is often held back by a circlet of cloth. His eyes are green, with some scarring along the left eye that looks like it might have been caused by shrapnel. The skin along his arms have marks from clawing at his own skin while on jet, and he has the mosquito pricked appearance of faded needle wounds along his left leg. He has a warm smile, a warm enough smile that you can almost believe this man became something of a wasteland folk hero in his early days, despite all the chem use.

He speaks in a relaxed baritone, with some vocal inflections inspired by his childhood hero, Three Dog. He'll often avoid looking you in the eyes, afraid you'll take this as a threat. He often leans when standing and even when sitting he manages to give the air of leaning.

[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Moses Jones was born in Pittsburgh/The Pitt.

[b]Path:[/b] Lancer

[b]Rank:[/b] Lancer

[b]Equipment:[/b]

[i]OldBoy:[/i] The nickname Jones gave to his revolver, it's loaded with HE rounds and kicks like a mule, so it's not entirely practical, but if you really want to take control of a situation, there are worse ways than blowing the first man to protests head open like a watermelon.

[i]Silver Case[/i]: A silver briefcase, rather large that Moses has strapped to his back sort of like a backpack. It's not as convenient, but it's far better than trying to carry a bunch of bouncing explosives in a sack.

[i]Pipebomb bandolier:[/i] Unless otherwise equipped with grenades, Moses typically carries at least four pipebombs strapped to his chest. These are a horrific mix of a flashbang and a fragmentation explosive, often disorienting and maiming if not outright killing.

[i]Landmines: [/i]Moses never goes anywhere without mines. They've saved him in several sticky situations and they're fairly easy to locate, disarm, and manufacture even out of a lunchbox in The Wasteland.

[i]Door charge:[/i] Moses has developed door charges, to the horror of everyone.
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Tools:[/i] Moses carries various tools, such as wirecutters, wrenches, and anything else he might need to repair something.

[B]Notable Talents:[/B] [i]Demolition Expert:[/i] Moses Jones loves bombs. He is capable, given time and resources, making just about any bomb you could think of. He's also very capable of throwing them at you.

[i]Vertibird Mechanic:[/i] Jones has learned to repair his own vertibird, and some of that skill translates to repairs on other vehicles as well. He can also fly a vertibird.
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Guerilla Tactician:[/i] Due to his early history, Jones is more than capable  of using basic guerilla tactics to wear down enemies and besides his bombs, he can manufacture pit traps, trip wires, and the classic "cans dangling from the ceiling" alarm system.


[b]Laughable Failings:[/b] 

[i]Psycho:[/i] Due to his own sense of justice, Jones cannot let wrongs stay in front of him. He would rather blow himself and everyone else around him, up, than let a single raider run off scott free. He also tends to solve problems rather violently if provoked.

[i]Chem addict:[/i] Jones is addicted to various chems, his favorites being psycho, jet, and med-x, though he's mostly gotten past that part of his life. The main thing that keeps this under control is that in the BoS, there isn't ready access and no one believese his "my stomach really hurts" story.

[i]Poor Impulse Control:[/i] Jones often acts on instinct or in the moment. Unfortunately his impulses tend to be rather dangerous.


[b]Personality:[/b] 
Jones likes to fuck with people. He'll throw duds to see his friends reactions when they think it's about to go off, he'll put their hands in cold water while they're sleeping, and he'll date their exes as a sort of running joke. He's fairly daring and often asks to take front in Vertibird formations. He likes to make cracks while flying too, going by his radio handle of "Big Mofo".

He's hard to calm down when angry. His life experience leads him to treat injustice as something that needs to be utterly destroyed and he often won't understand imprisoning anyone. He's impulsive and will do things just to see what happens. He loves chaos, explosions, beer, and dogs.


[b]Short Background:[/b] Moses Jones was born in Pittsburgh in 2252. His mother was a jet addict and his father was abusive. He spent hours working in manufacturing weapons, and explosives that were easier to make with small hands for the Arena and defense of The Pitt. Raised under these circumstances, Moses ran away from home at the age of fourteen and never saw his family again. Not all was lost though. He gained something of a reputation.

He reached the Capital Wasteland three years later, [insert date], and settled for a while in a half collapsed building outside Megaton. One night, he saw a woman and her brahmin being harassed by six raiders. Snapping, he threatened them with a grenade he'd found in the ruins he lived in. They laughed, and approached. What he hadn't told them was he had planted mines there.

The tale spread quickly, starting with the woman he had saved. She described him as heroic, tall, handsome, and spoke glowlingly of the time she had spent in his shelter, him dressing her wounds from the explosion and talking about his family life.

What was true was different. He'd lied about his family. They were awful. He had treated her, but it was by pure coincidence she'd healed correctly. He'd been polite booting her out, but she had described him as flirting with her before she left.

The legend overtook Moses Jones. He'd been told, whiskey in hand, that a local settlement was harassed by Billy Joes Rough Raiders. He ignored this before one of their gang showed up to start bar fights. Jones beat the man to an inch of his life, then dragged him outside with a rope around his neck to beat the shit out of him again.

The stories differed on what actually happened after. There were claims that he had lead the man to Rough Raiders with tnt strapped to him, a twisted version of wasteland justice, but justice all the same. What had actually happened was, while drunk, he had stumbled onto Rough Raider territory. Too drunk to use his gun, he'd ran off, tossing mines behind him. What he hadn't known about was the local gasline. The explosion took out a large chunk of the road and, by sheer coincidence, most of Rough Raiders home base. The survivors, as they were, retired from their raiding careers almost universally.

He was far more careful with future engagements. His "attacks" had lead to him ending on various Raider shit lists. Due to the way raiders tended to refer to him moments before their homes were reduced to debris and a flame, he began to be known as "Motherfucker Jones!" This name took, and by the time he reached the age of 18 years, telling anyone in a tavern he was [i]the[/i] Motherfucker Jones would get him free drinks. He developed guerilla tactics during this time, often changing his sleeping cycle to keep his enemies on their toes, moving from location to location, and sometimes letting Raiders he'd captured go free to tell the others (they often had a bomb collar strapped to their necks and would explode after relaying this information). Fighting raiders was stressful, so he often found himself stealing chems, particularly jet, to calm his nerves when he had to disarm a mine, re-arm a mine, or even light a pipebomb fuse.

Things escalated. Jones chem use resulted in him being far, far more willing to get dirty and he took things too far when he crashed a raider wedding with teargas. This resulted in a major war between himself and The Hellboys. The Hellboys, riding modified Harley Davidson hovercycles, claimed the "highways" (really blasted ruins) of D.C were under their jurisdiction. Jones disagreed. The roads towards Rivet Town and Megaton slowly started to become a warzone. Caravans on the road from Megaton to Rivet city had to be redirected due to small craters, giblets, and an increased Raider presence. To Jones credit, he marked the locations he had placed mines (some of them are still there to this day). 

When the mines finally focused more towards The Hellboys, the Brotherhood of Steel stepped in. Jones had been mostly under their radar, operating outside of civilized society, but with his actions leading to some innocent casualties, countless pre-war relics being destroyed, and a trade issue, they had to step in. Through Three-dog radio, they managed to convince him to both stand down and meet. After he somehow managed to call in through Threedogs own radio system and request cigarettes, they reluctantly agreed.

Moses Jones was treated fairly well, but he did not adapt well to following rather than directing his own fate. Over the years, his attitude improved somewhat, though he always had the edge of a chem abuser and wastelander, relapsing even into his thirties. However while his violent tendencies and hair trigger temper lead to him being booted from the Knight program, his mechanical ability, sense of humor, and generally loyal attitude lent him to a position as a Lancer. He was trained as a Vertibird pilot and surprisingly, was rather good at it.[/hider]