Phineas Holiday Cassidy didn't say a word as they traveled, he was a little tense the last few days had been rough... Losing the scribe had been a real hit to morale, Maine had his method of coping that being copious amounts of violence and Armann had his method of deep thought. Finn would have paid a million caps to know his thoughts the old man was always a puzzle but one he enjoyed the company of, meanwhile he'd befriended Maine... As much as could, his actions spoke a lot more than he did and Finn did his best to keep the more violent Paladin in check in if he was only a Knight.
As they arrived Finn relaxed, taking up a post as everyone entered he engaged the defenses and locked the position down as he was the last one inside. Before the decontamination room, Finn had set upgraded the bunker's defenses and restored power to the building a handful of hardpoint mounted turrets buzzed to life as Finn stepped out of his armor grabbing parking it beside Khaliya's suit. "Good to see ya, Ma'am." He added politely tipping his hat as the commander and the Star Paladin moved to discuss things. Past decon stood a rack of power armor repair station's set up by Finn to make his life easier, or as easy as it could as the only person able to keep them in good repair.
Across from the bunks a spread out workspace parts, guns, and machines were in pieces all over the tables and on the floor. A small generator sat idle nearby in the corner and few power tools near it, obviously well used. "Well since the commander is indisposed and Maine as about as social as a Brahmin giving birth, falls to me to make y'all feel welcome! Receperint mi amice! Loquetur lingua mea paululum tui." Finn added stepping towards the center of the room, second part directed at Servius in Latin unsure if he knew English. "Knight Phineas Cassidy Holiday at your service! Of course y'all can just call me Finn, Cass, or whatever strikes yer fancy. I'm the resident grease monkey and sniper for our little excursion!" The young man smiled pulling on a duster over his recon armor, it was nearly the same well-worn color of his hat.
Phineas moved towards his bunk, soft locks of auburn hair poked out from under his hat as he rooted around in his footlocker a moment retrieving a holotape he grinned and moved towards the terminal they had. "Now how about a little music? Been awhile since I had folks to talk with... Maine ain't exactly a conversationalist, no matter how good a drinking buddy he is." He grinned as plugged the tape into the terminal and music began to fill the room as Finn kicked off the wall from and rolled towards the still, sampling the booze with a shot glass. "Need's a little more time, anyway make yourself at home. Don't touch our stuff unless we give permission."
Finn picked up a pair of welding goggle setting them around his neck as he looked out at the collected group, in truth the music was to drown out any arguing from the next room. "I'll whip something up for dinner in a bit if y'all are hungry you can join us. I got the plumbing working a weeks ago so we have clean water if you want that... I've also got a collection of fine intoxicants if you prefer your drinks to alcoholic as I do. Lastly, I got a fridge at the back and a stash of nuka I keep to go with the rum when we find a bottle." He tapped his foot to the music organizing his tools, ready to answer questions or just be a good host knowing Maine would more than likely be watching all of them like a hawk he had nothing to fear.
Marwood cursed quietly as the party traveled through the tunnels, he'd failed already to protect the person Lord Rioga had entrusted him with... The family screw up at it again, he was never prince his brother was or a leader like his mother. Fiona nipped his shoulder leaned her head against his as if telling him it would be alright. "Thanks, girl... You always know how to make me feel better even without a word." He added stroke her mane before pausing to look at Isolde, no doubt it hurt her too... She was a knight and this had been her task as much as his.
Marwood tapped Fiona's side as climbed on to her back and moved towards Isolde placing a hand on her shoulder. "You aren't useless. We were surprised... We will find her but this isn't a one-man mission... It takes a team we need start to working like one rather than blindly rushing off alone." He added trying to reassure Isolde. "Rallying anyone we can sounds like a good plan." He added using his own tactician's stone, seeing the kids in trouble.
"Were outnumbered by a lot here we should stick together." He looked to the rest of the group, while he did have battle experience so he decided to try and take charge. "Isolde out in front I'll be right behind you with my lance, try to engage the ones with axes for me. I can handle swords and lances." He answered clicking his tongue as he drew his lance giving it a spin. "We are going to win the day. We're going to get away and prove we can do this... It's our duty." Marwood answered looking at the others, before Fiona shook out her mane and dug her hooves in. She was as eager for battle as her rider.
{ "You need a scout? You need someone who ain't a delicate scribe to do field work? I'm your huckleberry." }
- General Characteristics -
|Phineas Holiday Cassidy |
| "Finn" "Cass" and always popular "Kid."|
| 29 |
| Male |
| Found Online |
| Gray |
Gray
| {Appearance} |
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.
- Psychological Profile -
| {Personality} |
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.
| {Fears/Limitations} |
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.
| {Place of Origin} |
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.
| {Background} |
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.
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.
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.”
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.
- Survival Characteristics -
| {Non-Combat Skills} | 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.
Southern, Cooking: 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 to cook weird meats, he's got it. More impressively is his ability to brew booze from just about anything needed, southerns are proud of the booze they make.
| {Possessions} | 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
| {Combat Skills} |
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.
| {Gear} |
.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
Marwood turned seeing the new person join the fray he growled as the thief grabbed Reina before he could run Marwood was clicking his tongue and Fiona was off. "You will release my friend or I'll run you though damned scoundrel!" The princeling added as he rushed after the man, trying to get around him and block his exit trap him between Isolde and himself.
{ "You need a scout? You need someone who ain't a delicate scribe to do field work? I'm your huckleberry." }
- General Characteristics -
|Phineas Holiday Cassidy |
| "Finn" "Cass" and always popular "Kid."|
| 24 |
| Male |
| Found Online |
| Gray |
Gray
| {Appearance} |
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.
- Psychological Profile -
| {Personality} |
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.
| {Fears/Limitations} |
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.
| {Place of Origin} |
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.
| {Background} |
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.
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.
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.”
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.
- Survival Characteristics -
| {Non-Combat Skills} | 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.
| {Possessions} | 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
| {Combat Skills} |
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.
| {Gear} |
.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
"I'm no fan of magic... And I know she's a bit infamous but, she's knowledgeable and no threat without her magic." The prince added, looking warily at the woman. "We cannot abandon her to die here, and if we're going to keep the Emblem safe we need all the help we can get. Even if it means trusting criminals, better than Jehanna's who've caused all this pain for Grado." Marwood sighed and waited to see what Reina made of the situation.
Daniel check his gear when he finished heading for the lounge still a little sore from body blocking the trainer's rubber rounds, so with a grunt, he found a couch and kicked back on it. Drawing out his phone to look through a few things Daniel decided to check in on his sister, texting her about how his daughter was doing with school. He knew he should be there walking her to class and such but... He couldn't, he had a duty and more importantly, he needed to make sure the world was safe for her to grow up in. The White Masks had shown any city, anywhere could be a target the way he saw it taking down Rainbow in Vegas was... Well, it was to add insult to injury to prove that were the real deal. It also told Daniel they knew Rainbow Six's past and meaning they probably had intel leaks somewhere... With so many nations involved and so much red tape and black ink, he had to wonder about it.
Maybe they had put a team of Ghosts on it or another unit was handling it, Rainbow certainly wasn't in a position they were going through pains rebuilding already. To Daniel it also spoke volumes that the rather than more FBI or Navy Seals they had sent a GST soldier... Probably because they didn't want more of the best and brightest to die. But these were just ponderings of a bored and paranoid soldier, pulling his mask down and his shades off he yawned and looked at around to see if anyone else had turned up in the lounge still surfing on his phone mostly looking over a testing report on invisbility suits. They had success cloaking objects, the US wanted to leap it forward it seemed, make an invisible soldier. He prayed the GST got the tech, it was a GST wet dream to have tech like that, he could only imagine how much fun could have.
Ariin had left Katya's room heading for the mess finally reuniting with Pally, the little drone scampered up into his hair as he moved to towards his mech. "Not a damn word about last night you little troublemaker. I hear a peep out of you I'll let Katya upload you to a toaster!" He grumbled, stopping for a cup of coffee as Paladin only gave chirping laughter mocking him. Ariin was annoyed and little hung over but he had the morning to himself he decided to get in a little training... While he had come a long way he wanted to make sure he could still run like he used to. So getting a shower and heading to the gym he arranged himself a little obstacle course.
Ariin tried not to think about last night, they were both a little more than tipsy and Pally had pushed him into admitting feelings not to mention Katya mocking him as well. He needed to really think... To do that he needed a good fashion run... Maybe lifting a few wallets could help too, that could happen after a workout. Stretching himself out he lined up several mats against the walls laid a couple out on the floor, running down city alleys was normally a lot dirtier than this... Good change if you asked Arinn. With that, he ran forward leaping against a wall jumping between them moving as quickly as he could. The goal was to use the walls to avoid the stuff most people would trip over chasing thief.
It used to be he would wake up early and go for a run before making breakfast for his siblings a perfect escape from being the big brother to just being Ariin. He began to practice again and again he ran the course, letting his mind wander... What he wanted, Katya told him he had to stop thinking like he was going to die. So he decided to think about it as if his service was voluntary, he wanted to go home and see his sisters and brother. He wanted to move them far away from Mars and maybe learn an honest trade, let his siblings go out and succeed.
He wanted to live, rolling as he stuck another landing Pally wondered over curiously. "Yeah, buddy... I'm just thinking." Little drone flashed up text which he read. "What? About you? Kinda... About my family." He picked up the little drone. "You might be annoying, violent, unhinged, and prone to disobeying but... I'm starting to think of you as part of my family too." She chirped eagerly sending another message.
"No that does mean I'm going to let you wander off on your freely... I'm still responsible for you... Ugh, I thought I wouldn't have to do this anymore when I joined the military." Muttered Ariin as he headed to get cleaned up and ready for a briefing.
Ariin arrived sharply in uniform, Pally sitting on his shoulder peeking up at the others as Ariin listened to the news. Seemed they would be taking back Zim's home, he hoped they still had people to help and it wasn't just another dead planet. Ariin almost stood up and yelled at the idea of having Irina of all people on their team, the women was a maniac and treated the members of the team like dirt. He didn't want to stand next to her let alone trust her on the battlefield he was also relieved until the moment when Katya shot down the idea. It made perfect tactical sense but Ariin didn't have to like it he just had to deal with it, be a good soldier and follow orders. He said nothing and saluted as the briefing finished before heading to his werk, Pally riding on his shoulder worriedly monitoring her human.
Ariin climbed in, before crackingly in over the comms to Katya. "Katya, mind letting me dropp just before the others... Paladin can take the stress better and the landing will make a crater. I can drop the shield create a beach head while providing supporting fire." He added as he keyed up the squence for the drop fine tuning the systems, Pally meanwhile had nestled herself behind the chair curious to watch how Ariin piloted the werk from a new angle.
Marwood cursed as the blade bit into his side, he turned Fiona with a snap on the reins. "I'm not done with you yet, you dastard!" He cursed and charged between Voss and Morag. "Your facing me you damnable mercenary!" He spun his lance with practiced elegance. "And unless you care to unseat me from my horse, you won't touch this man." He looked at Morag, he might not have had the experience of skill to beat him but he could damn sure hold the line and keep Morag busy.
"Spellslinger." He called to the man behind him keeping his eyes on Morag. "Stay behind me and don't let up and don't worry about me... Take more than some Jehanna mercenary snake to bring done me." He spoke wanting to get Morag angry and keep his attention focused on the cavalier rather than on the spell caster behind him.
Spectre raised an eyebrow a solo clear of a house against numerous hostiles, the difference for him was the fact he couldn't depend on his usual tricks. Rubber rounds and lack of being able to stick a knife in someone was annoying, to say the least, his CQC was fine but they didn't really teach you restraint as a Ghost so he wasn't sure he wanted to be beating on targets. Of course, to him, it just meant getting more creative with how he was going to take the building he'd show them what why he was Spectre. He smiled at the big Russian man behind his mask, pulling off the sunglasses he checked over the weapon with practiced speed. "Aut viam inveniam aut faciam." He looked at the mountain of a man before him. "I shall either find a way or make one." He gave the translation from Latin, he waved as he moved to exam the building and plan his assault.
He watched the others before him... So loud and fast, that wasn't his style at all it was getting results however so credit to them. Standing up from his seat he smiled grabbing his drone. "Right... My go it is." He answered as he moved to began the assault.
The Ghost placed his breaching charging on the far window of the dining room, eight signatures inside on the thermals his drone held position hover well placed above the building. "Well, well it's a party ain't it?" He muttered into his comm as he kept the drone in place watching how they moved. "Right... Now." He added before blowing the breaching charge making everyone alert to that location, the guard by the front door moved to check the next room so with practiced silence Spectre pried up a board and rolled up the barricaded doorway. Keeping an eye on his camera as he moved through the door into the bathroom laying down in the tub having just barely missed the now alert patrols.
Watching as the patrols now swept the building he watched one approached the bathroom he shifted only slightly the curtain hid his position and the darkness of the room he couldn't be seen when the trainer entered to finish his sweep Spectre pounced with practiced grace he grabbed him and pulled him close to 'choke' him out. Grab his rifle before it fell, a backup weapon as he laid the 'body' down knowing he had about a thirty seconds now he used the moment to go into the kitchen where the bio-hazard was. He laid down the defuser spare rifle beside it and then flipped over the kitchen table for cover as the blaring noise began, the silence was gone, but he'd turned defenders into attackers, changed the game to give himself a chance.
They came quickly but it didn't matter. He popped up over the top the first time from cover firing as the three that advanced down the long hall until his clip empty tossing that rifle aside as two more burst in from the hallway near the bathroom, he leaned firing back forcing them to seek cover in the doorway. Yet two emerged from the long hall they were making headway moving from cover to cover as they traded shots he hadn't bought enough time yet.
So he rolled towards to take cover behind the kitchen counter letting off small bursts near the targets no more kills, grazes as best until he was forced to reload as he did it he set the rifle auto and swung out from cover firing at the two closet to the charge before being struck by a dozen rubber rounds. He wasn't sure if the timer had ticked down far enough, he heard one person grunt and then complain. "Four wounded and four dead. Not bad." Spectre slowly got up from death smiling. "The goal was always to defuse the biohazard, living through was just a luxury." He added with a shrug, GST smiled. "Granted if could shoot you all through walls with a silencer be a very different story." He groaned and walked back towards the others, they nevered told if the defuser would have gone off in time, didn't matter to him personally it was a losing situation he'd tried to make the best of it.
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