Here's a hot mess made sentient. Let me know if I need to alter anything, or if the character needs to be overhauled entirely.

[hider=Infiltrator: Jacelyn "Jack" Mercy][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/AgcHM5X.png[/img][h3][b][color=#39040f][[/color][/b] 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙸𝙻𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 [b][color=#39040f]][/color][/b][/h3][/center][color=#39040f][h3][b]𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖲[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][quote]𝙰𝙶𝙴 & 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷 [color=gray]34, August 2252[/color]
𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 [color=gray]Feminine[/color]
𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙴𝚂 [color=gray]Human[/color]
𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 [color=gray]Gun for Hire[/color][/quote][/indent][/indent][color=#39040f][h3][b]𝖯𝖲𝖸𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖫𝖮𝖦𝖨𝖢𝖠𝖫 𝖧𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖸[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][quote]𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 & 𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 [color=gray]Lacquer coats her tongue like an old game table in New Vegas. The lights shine off it just right, but it wasn't its original sheen. Jack likes it that way. The more people watching the spinning top of the roulette counter, the less they can see that they're getting swindled. The thrill of holding a win over her adversaries is what Jack lives for. A lucrative tryst with a few more bottlecaps in her pocket and a new hat. A wager set on a bottle of moonshine and a shooting contest where she forgets to shut just one eye as she blasts an old Nuka Cola bottle off someone's head. Lifting some old tech under the prospect that she's from the Brotherhood is a little close to home, her original one, but she knows all the jargon to make it work. Jack doesn't want to get by in the world with hard work. She wants to gamble and lie her way up. It's more interesting that way.

Maybe there's a flicker of altruism there, though. While she's slow to trust, if someone has paid her to care--she'll care. She can lie her way in and out of trouble, dragging her compatriots with her. But when it's time to put someone's hide on the line, she offers her's knowing she can get out. She's as slippery as a radroach. And even deeper, past all the lies and the sleight of hand, is someone that'll not care what your outside looks like. Jack's more interested in the intentions in your heart.[/color]
𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 [hider][color=gray]Ever heard of the town of New Boone? No. Well, there's a reason for that. Jacelyn Mercy was born there under a different name entirely. Like every other kid in the wastes of the Mojave, she had to learn to be quick and cunning not to get gobbled up by the nearest sentient [I]whatever[/i]. The town was established by an old prewar structure that managed to have some technology within it. None of it was worth anything or functional. The town wished to keep their findings a secret, and it would have probably stayed that way had it not been for various travelers. Yet, before that time came, Jack had the rare honor to play with whatever she found. Her thirst for knowledge was incapable of being parched. So, when the Brotherhood showed up, as they do, to relieve the idiots of their fool's gold, Jack wanted to go with the technology. As it stood, building a fledgling settlement around defunct machinery wasn't very lucrative. Her parents were more than happy to give her up. So, began her time as an initiate in the Brotherhood.

You don't want to know much of the next part. It's what you could imagine from a child being raised in a pseudo-religious-militant organization that would make out with their power armor if it didn't look so strange. Yet, despite Jack's begging to have joined the BoS, she began to resent that decision. She found that her interest in technology was more the interest in deciphering puzzles and "winning" the contest of who could explain what the hell the prewar contraptions did the fastest. She only ascended the ranks because she hated doing the grunt work and listening to the jeering that came with being low on the totem pole. She became a scribe of the Order of the Sword, interested in guns and why they shot (also why so many paladins practically married their armor.) It was during that time that she met a knight, Isiah Hillside. He'd grown up within the BoS, and he found Jack's stories about everything else and her rebuffing of the constant stick-up-the-ass demeanor to be hilarious. He even found her having to constantly mop the floors of the labs for disciplinary reasons humorous. Of course, he went out of his way to maybe tip a few liquids onto the floor. This was how their flirting went. To an outside observer, it seemed that Jack was going to knife him in his sleep.

They married in their early twenties. It was probably too young, but their thoughts ran the course of "how long are we going to live, seriously?" But again, you're not here to learn how much they [I]actually[/i] loved each other. More so, listing out every mission that they went on would be redundant. Instead, let's skip to the inciting incident. In the year 2276, when Jack was 24, the NCR dealt a crippling blow to the BoS. Yet, that wasn't what would change Jack's course of life as much as what happened when their brothers were decimated. They had been sent to root out a small supermutant band that had been moving closer and closer to their base. It was a small contingent, and Jack went along to test a new modification to their laser guns. If it failed, she needed to be there to remedy the fact quick enough. Unfortunately, their intel was bad, and the band of supermutants was far larger than expected. The paladins went down, followed by the knights, and Jack only survived because Isiah drew their attention away from her hiding spot. When the commotion died down and the biting tang of blood was all that Jack could taste, she dragged herself out. She walked among the bodies, not wanting to really look them in the face. Inevitably, she steeled her nerves enough to start collecting dog tags and what valuable technology she could. What she noticed quickly, was that Isiah wasn't among the dead. She found where he'd been disarmed and armored and dragged away. 

Jack followed the tracks the best she could, but it became apparent that she'd never catch up in enough time to find him alive or human. So, she headed back to the Brotherhood of Steel base. Remember what I said about the destruction? Assured that it had been decimated by the NCR, Jack found herself without cause or home. In one last attempt for normalcy, she headed back to New Boone. Well, I already telegraphed the sad ending to that. Jack was entirely alone. At that time, she was not called Jacelyn Mercy, but at that moment in the middle of the abandoned town--she became her.

More time passed, as it likes to do, and Jack found herself moving through the Mojave Wastes like a tumbleweed. There was no love for the Brotherhood, especially as she became more and more acquainted with the NCR. So, she had to rely on her knowledge, charisma, and fighting skills to get by. Jack's survival instinct served her well. She was able to work herself in and out of low society, and her teachings and manners allowed her to find purchase in high society. In the town of New Vegas she was looked at as the "Woman from the Wastes with Wit and Weapons." It was comfortable living. Yet, the feel of comfort itched something awful. She'd do jobs for whoever paid her. They all had varying levels of stakes and danger, but it was the only way to stay alive and entertained. It was easy to make her way around with what was afforded to her in New Vegas. She'd take care of the dirty deeds without nary a valiant hiccup in her way. She'd tried to play by the rules, and she'd been left with nothing.

Yet, as the years passed, maybe her consciousness started to weigh on her. Most of her dreams were nightmares. That battle ringing in her ears. The screaming. The dying. The last look at Isiah's face before nothing. Yet, her mind wouldn't leave the nagging fear alone. He'd always pop back up in her dreams, but his face was imposed with that of a supermutants'. Jack didn't know how, but she was sure he was still out there. Not that she could do much about it. But she didn't have to stay here.

So, Jack took what bottlecaps she could and left in the middle of the night. She needed to get out of there. Jack made some enemies with her flight, so letting her trail cool a while could help. And what better way to do that than to head to Oregan with a doctor that wants to track down one woman in all of the wasteland? A woman that was immune to radiation. Jack would have laughed, but her dreams enjoyed playing again and again her mind. So, she figured they needed someone that could get in and out of places without the need to turn everything into a lukewarm steak. That was her specialty, being cunning, charismatic, and caustic.[/color][/hider]𝙵𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚂 [color=gray][list][*]Booze & Cigars [*]She Likes them Tall, Strong, & Dumb [*]Pathological Liar [*]Sticky Fingers [*]Is Not Built for Feats of Physicality[/list][/color]𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂 & 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 [color=gray][list][*][color=white][u]Brotherhood of Steel:[/u][/color] She is technically still a scribe, though currently marked as MIA. Her relationship with them is good, occasionally using private channels to check-in, but she won't flip on a dime for them. [*][color=white][u]NCR:[/u][/color] If she could spit into the mouth of a governmental organization, she would. While she has much disdain for them, it's not like she's planning for an all-out war. Jack is smart enough to know that she'd die.[*][color=white][u]New Vegas:[/u][/color] Decent relationship with the city, and she has a name there. Of course, she may have dirtied it a bit with her latest antics. But they love her, right? [*][color=white][u]James & Virginia REDACTED:[/u][/color] Jack's birth parents. With the dissolution of New Boone, she doesn't know if they're alive or dead. She had a rather fraught relationship while they were together, but they were family. [*][color=white][u]Ben REDACTED:[/u][/color] Jack's baby brother that had been born shortly before she left. Honestly, she couldn't tell you anything about him. Other than the fact that he's blood... and... was born a boy? [*][color=white][u]Isiah Hillside [DECEASED OR WORSE]:[/u][/color] A paladin in the Brotherhood of Steel and Jack's husband. Might still be out there...[/list][/color]𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙼 [color=gray]TBD[/color][/quote][/indent][/indent][color=#39040f][h3][b]𝖲𝖪𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖲 & 𝖤𝖰𝖴𝖨𝖯𝖬𝖤𝖭𝖳[/b][/h3][/color][indent][indent][quote]𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂 [color=gray][list][*][u][color=white]Small Guns & Energy Guns:[/color][/u] She has the knowledge of how to use them and maintain them. She isn't a crack shot, but she's not bad either. [*][u][color=white]Speech:[/color][/u] Jack knows her way around a word two. She'll work them just as well as a ghoul stripper works a pole. [*][u][color=white]Bartering:[/color][/u] A mixture from her days within the Brotherhood and New Vegas. She knows the real worth of something and can talk someone up or down. Now, she can't sell piss as Nukacola, but she'll damn well try. [*][u][color=white][s]Gambling[/s] Sleight of Hand:[/color][/u] That makes it sound important, right? Being deft with one's fingers and [i]not [/i]having a crippling debt addiction. [*][u][color=white]Lockpicking:[/color] [/u]She can't flavor this one any better, but give her some bobby pins and a minute... and she's in. The food lockers at the Brotherhood's base didn't break into themselves. [*][u][color=white]Repair:[/color][/u] Only on weapons and other offensive technology that the Brotherhood of Steel would use.[/list][/color]𝚆𝙴𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚂 [color=gray][list][*][color=white][u]Primary[/u][/color] AEP7 Laser Pistol[*][color=white][u]Secondary[/u][/color] Modified 10mm Pistol (Reinforced with better mechanical parts, grip, and a fun little charm she found in a prewar gas station)[*][color=white][u]Melee[/u][/color] Switchblade[/list][/color]𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙾𝚁 & 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂 [color=gray][list][*][u][color=white]Modified Male Gambler's Outfit:[/color][/u] Has a dyed leather chest piece to keep from immediately dying, and stylish bracers on both arms. [*][u][color=white]Gambler's Hat:[/color][/u] Fancy and only good keeping the sun out of one's eyes.[/list][/color]𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 [color=gray][list][*]a Set of Caravan Cards [s]that are entirely legal[/s] [*]Bobbypins [*]Three Cigars in a Steel Cigarcase [*]a Metal Flask of Whiskey [*]Brotherhood of Steel Dogtags (x2) [*]a Wedding Ring [*]Handful of Caps[/list][/color]𝙴𝚇𝚃𝚁𝙰 [color=gray]She wears her wedding ring looped around the same chain that has her dog tags. They're all tucked under her clothes. She's never without them.[/color][/quote][/indent][/indent][img]https://i.imgur.com/GIeQ4Fa.png[/img][/hider]