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Name: Conor Abraham Smith

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Your S.P.E.C.I.A.L. / Skills: Going by the 40 points of FNV
S - 6
P - 6
E - 6
C - 7
I - 8
A - 6 
L - 1

Speech
Repair
Medicine

Appearance: 

Conor is red haired, and of a pale complexion freckled and tanned by his ceaseless travels. He is taller than most wastelands - namely tribals, raiders, and the other chronically malnourished - but about average for a Vault Dweller or NCR citizen who has three meals a day as a child. His eyebrows are rather bushy, and just like facial hair are carefully trimmed to avoid becoming a ruler-sized unibrow. His eyes are a very light brown. The lad's ears are large and round relative to the rest of his face, whilst his nose has been flattened against his face by many impacts since youth. His appearance will always be as close to immaculate as is possible, with his Mormon suit always cleaned, his body washed and head groomed when time permits. His right shoulder has tribal tattoos, which he typically hides and will never mention. 

Armor and Equipment:
From suit and tie to fine leather shoes, Conor dresses as his distant ancestors going about Utah did, though in harsh terrain he may switch into a more rugged outfit. He doesn't have any armour, preferring to instead be quick on his feet and instead use cover and terrain as his armour. He does however carry a handy-dandy satchel full of ammunition, medical supplies and survivalist tools to fare in the wild, as well as to help wastelanders. A respirator and geiger counter for hazardous environments will similarly be with him. His left index finger has a  Choose The Right ring. 

Weapons:
[url=https://www.oowinc.com/exclusives/semi-auto/h-c-a-r-package-2/]Modified[/url] [url=https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Automatic_rifle]Automatic Rifle[/url] - just like the 1911, favoured weapon of Joshua Graham, it is designed by a member of the Mormon tribe. With rails, bayonet, tape, tuning, much like the ship of Theseus it has no components of the original. But it is still a memory of home, and a great tool to hunt fauna with, to flick onto automatic for breaking raiders with its high caliber .308 munition, or to use the blade on the end to open cans of food. No more or less is needed for Conor. 

Personality: 
Conor will typically shift from a choleric to melancholic disposition. Having seen so much of both of the best and worst of humanity, he has a hatred for people of the wasteland that must somehow coexist with a desire to cultivate the best in them; though once this was exhibited in a rather condescending manner, he has for the most part grown out of this habit. One may mistake him for being rather reserved, but truth be told he simply doesn't believe he has much to share. 

As of late he has been struggling with his Mormon faith, the validity of a God above being a hard question after witnessing a sufficient volume of blood. But though not sure if the ultimate truth is there in his book, he is certain it at the very least shows a better way of life. 

History / How they came to be part of Whitlash:
Conor was born in Ogden, or New Canaan as the men of the day called it. Supposedly a distant descendant of Joseph Smith, the founder of the Mormon Church, his family and their friends were sure the line was destined for great things. Though his childhood very briefly had all the prosperity and happiness that the New Canaanites had very briefly relative to the tribes that encircled them, this all disappeared in the blink of an eye with the arrival of the White Legs. Privately Conor was always happy that this happened sufficiently early in his life that he wasn't too soft to survive in the wasteland. 

It was thus that his family became travelling missionaries typically going along with Mormon caravans, for though the city of Ogden was a charred ruin, the civilization of the New Canaanites went on as did their effort to spread the word. Travelling to spread the word of God, Conor got to see much of the world. The ruined remains of the Twin Mothers tribe out East, the tales of the Cyphers' mathematical mystics and insane stealth boy junkies coming from bunkers. He saw the vice and decadence of New Vegas and New Reno alike, and even set foot in the great civilizations of the Bear and the Bull when marching with traders. 

But though the as a mere boy he saw so many wonders, Conor would hazard calling them adventures. All the visits were part of a series of unfortunate events. In one adventure a sister died of a radscorpion's bite in the night. On another, his father was vapourized by a raider's bundle of dynamite. His mother disappeared in a snowstorm, whilst a tribal girl that was his sole love was kidnapped by slavers he was powerless to set her free from. 

With the passage of time, Conor foudn that he was losing people he held dear faster than he made new ones. But as a wise man of his people said, there was always his tribe. Though disheartened to his core, he was still happy to join a mission to proselytize distant Montana. It was thus that he ended up as part of the Mormon mission in Whitlash. Though the place was civilized and not a mere tribe to be wooed by electricity their pro-bono medical assistance, help in getting people off of the particularly addicting drugs like jet, and general sharing of the fruits of their higher education has still lead to some inroads being made within the settlement and its surroundings. 


Extras: 
He sings in a fine baritone, and is acquainted with guitar, harmonica and most other instruments one will see in the wasteland. He is acquainted with Spanish and several tribal and Native American languages, as well as Latin.
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