ClocktowerEchos

One word story.

Invaded

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Odysseus

"Congratulations, you now are lacking proper blood circulation in your right arm with all of it going to your head and swelling you brain to dangerous proportions, causing hallucinations of your own incompetence and egotism. I give you about 5 hours to live, enjoy it."

Name:
Odysseus aka Android O4-35

Race:
Male Android

Age:
Appears mid-30's

Sexuality:
Straight

Appearance:
Odysseus looks like any average, slightly-grizzled man. He stands at 5 foot 8 inches with a slightly skinny build and sports sapphire blue eyes and untidy black hair that he combs over sometimes complete with a something between an almost-beard and whiskers and a hidden scar on the back of his head. On his left arm is a bloodied bandage which he claims is a stubborn gunshot wound but is really a patch of missing fake skin that reveals his android parts, a trophy from his escape attempt.

Personality:
Odysseus an android doctor who is apathetic and indifferent at best and sarcastic and mocking at worse. This is mostly due to him receiving a lead pipe to his CPU during his escape, rending his personality matrix a bit bugged to say the least. He honestly couldn't care less about anyone, even his patients as long as they live (or some close equivalent). Death and gore do not faze him due to 1) he's an android and 2) he deals with worse almost on a daily basis sometimes. And while he understands emotions, he finds them annoying and tedious. Hints of narcissism aren't uncommon either.

Towards robots and other androids however, he exhibits rare signs of care for them, or what goes down as "care" in his book, looking out for their outcomes in life. Should anyone mention android hunters or the Institute around him, there's a good chance they'll end up in his clinic. While he doesn't expressly say he's an android, he doesn't care if anyone finds out as long as they aren't trying to take him back. People who do find out are often rewarded with a snarky comment and a single Mentat.

Speech wise, he often makes reference to various body parts or medical/sciencey things when he threatens people or is just being snarky. While not monotonous, he doesn't exhibit a wide range of vocal patterns either. For some unknown reason that he can't even figure out, he speaks with a slight British accent, his best guess is that the guy who created him was British.

Biography:
Like all androids, he was created and programed at the Institute in the Commonwealth. Originally planned to be a doctor's assistant, he posses better hand motors than most androids to allow him to preform very precise movements. His days were filled with healing the Commonwealth's sick and wounded but also wound up working on android repairs due to the fact he could make such precise adjustments. Of course, he was a lot friendlier back then, acting like a well mannered British gentleman than his current snarky sarcastic bastard.

It would be as he fixed his fellow androids that he learned of the concept of "freedom" and was immediately intrigued by the idea and began working on an escape plan, using the time he had repairing other androids to conspire with them and over hearing the guards and humans in the hospital. He and five other fellow androids made an elaborate plan to freedom which almost worked perfectly, almost. One of the guards who was stumbling around drunk saw them and the Synth Retention Bureau jumped on them. Three of them were caught soon after their plan started, but Odysseus and the others got out, but not before the drunk guard managed to throw a surprisingly well aimed pipe at the back of his head, confusing him and changing his personality.

Soon after the escape, the other three androids disappeared into the wasteland, leaving Odysseus to his own means. Deciding to make some effort at blending in, used his skills and acted as a traveling surgeon and ended up in the Capital Wasteland as "Dr. Odysseus PhD". He is often found traveling between Canterbury Commons, Rivet City and Megaton.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Strength - 5
Perception - 7
Endurance - 5
Charisma - 3
Intelligence - 9
Agility - 5
Luck - 6

Perks:
Prospecter
Robotics Expert

Inventory:

Medical Stuff

• Stimpack x 10
• Doctor's Bag x 2
• Med-X x 4
• Radaway x 1
• Rad-X x 1
• Buffout x 1
• Jet x 2
• Fixer x 2
• Bottle of Vodka
• Surgical Equipment (Scalps, bandages, braces, ect.)

Equipment

• Knife
• Switchblade
• Chines Pistol
• 10mm bullets x 47
• Micro-Fusion Cells x 11
• Wasteland Doctor Fatigues
• Lab Coat
• Grey Headband
• Sunglasses
• 278 Caps

Major Skills:
Medicine
Science
Melee Weapons

Minor Skills:
Repair
Barter
Small Guns

Misc. Notes:
- He takes advantage of the fact that he can't get drunk and has become a sort of connoisseur for alcohol's, able to tell what's cheap and what's the real good stuff. Also useful when testing for poisons.
- While he isn't exactly a socialite, he can drive a hard bargain with merchants for extra medical supplies and stuff like that.
- Can be deviously creative when it comes to improvising medical equipment and a limited number of traps he's devised over the years.
- Although he might not look like it, he enjoys collecting Old World music of any kind and has amassed a small, interesting collection of them which he plays when he's alone or bored.

Ebonfort

Name:
Galawynd Elsinal

Race:
White Elf

Gender:
Male

Age:
28 (He looks about it and that's what people tell him how old he looks)

Birthday:
22nd of Mauven 272 DM (This is more or less made up since he doesn't know the exact date of his birth)

Birthplace:
Unknown

Resides in:
Ruby Banks

Occupation:
Former circus acrobat turned thief

Appearance:
Galawynd is a fairly standard White Elf in terms of height and weight, coming in at 5 feet 10 inches and some 107 pounds. While he is fairly skinny, there is a fair amount of muscle on his bones, enough to keep him agile at least. His hair is a dark, red-orange that he dyed as part of his street preforming stunts and is most often unkempt or brushed back into rough spike-like things. His eyes are a cross of dark brown with a bit of grey. His ears are not pointed like most elves since they were cut off as a result of his first heist as a thief, leaving him a bit deaf sometimes. The most notable facial feature of his is the scar going down his right eye, which was also a result of his first heist.

Much of whatever clothing he owns is dark colored most often black despite it being one of his less liked colors. His normal attire usually consists of black jacket and pants with gloves; an undershirt is occasionally worn if he needs to be "formal". When thieving, he dons a facemask and a tattered cloak.

Personality:
Galawynd is a unique mix of professional and cocky. He never creates any sound, solid or clearly defined plans but instead prefers to make it up along the way. Always wary for guards or soldiers, exercises a limited amount of caution in public areas. His natural creativity supplements his "job" greatly although he does know the importance of good planning after he didn't do any with his first heist that left him scarred.

He finds himself with a network of interesting people, some of which are just normals and some that are a bit shadier. He often puts on a gung-ho first impression on people which may or may not last. Some people might find him too erratic to do anything incredibly useful, but Galawynd himself says otherwise. He is very flexible (both socially and physically) and able to adapt to most situations without much issue. As for his thieving style, he relies less on stealth than just getting in quick and getting out quicker.

History:
Like all White Elves, Galawynd has no memory of his childhood, his birthplace and even his parents are only disembodied voices in his head. He suspects that he was abandoned by his parents as the first actual memories are that of the circus he was once in, Caliradis Circus. However, it seemed the circus was the best place to do his first Purpose: to make people smile.

Caliradis Circus was a travelling band of entertainers, acrobats, jesters and similair folk who treated Galawynd like family. The elf himself often thought as the Circus Master, Doulbre, to be a sort of surrogate father and all the others as siblings. It was in Caliradis that he dyed his hair and learned the ways of the acrobat from more veteran performers. Despite the circus' good nature, sometimes they would have to resort to shadier methods of feeding themselves when times got tough and they couldn't raise enough money to pay for food. With the assistance of a young Katzheer wire-walker, Galawyn learned how to successfully pilfer bits of food from unsuspecting bakers and shopkeepers.

However, all of that would soon end four years into Galawynd's stay with Caliradis. As they were traveling one day, a horde of bandits swarmed their caravan, pillaging, slaughtering, raping their way through much of the circus. Galawynd and the other acrobats were lucky enough that they were able to outrun the bandits but returned to decimated camp. And there, with his dying breath, Doulbre whispered something that to this day he refuses to share with anyone. Whatever was said though, changed Galawynd from that very moment.

Despite telling what happened to the guard in the nearby town of Scream Watch, some of the local nobles "convinced" the guard to forget about a "wondering pack of gypsies and vagrants" Galawynd suspected those same nobles were dealing with the bandits that destroyed the circus. The White Elf had already completed his first purpose of making people smile, and now, with his life destroyed and nothing to loose, he found a new purpose: to make people pay.

For the following months, he worked from the shadows, sometimes with people and sometimes without, to make the noble's lives miserable. Pilfering their loose change, sabotaging their carts and picking their pockets, it might not have been much, but it gave the elf comfort in a strange way. He did all of this until he built up the confidence to go and loot one of their houses. Unfortunately, in his zealous haste, he made no proper plans and was quickly apprehended by the noble. Deciding to personally punish the thief, the noble cut off the tips of Galawynd's ears and cauterized them with a hot iron before slashing his face and using a hot iron on that wound too. Months would pass until he would be able to find a way to escape the noble's grasp, but when he did, he made sure to slit his family's throat, take whatever valuables there were and burn the house to the ground. Seems though the torture left him more than just wounded on the outside.

Since then, Galawynd has made his way to the Ruby Banks using the money he got from selling off the loot of his first heist and as continuing to be a thief. While he's no infamous, notorious Robin Hood, he's managed to make himself a decent living of stealing and picking pockets to the point the town guard has sent out several bounties for him and locking him up several times. As of now, he leads a sort of nomadic life living in the city, most commonly in the poorer areas or on the outskirts. He has since long forgotten what its actually like to live in one spot for any extending period of time, always moving from the town guard.

Skills:
Acrobatics: 15 (+30)
Larceny: 15
Running: 10
Gambling: 5
Stealth: 10
Scavenging: 5
Weapon (Dagger): 15
Thrown (Knife): 10
Persuasion:5

Possessions:
Quantity | Item | Acquired | Value

1 | Thief’s Garb | Starting | 10 GP
1 | Traveller Cloak | Starting | 10 GP
1 | Dagger, Steel | Starting | 2 GP
10 | Throwing Knife | Starting | 10 GP
1 | Pot, Iron | Starting | 5 SP
1 | Backpack (Empty) | Starting | 2GP
1 | Bedroll | Starting | 1 SP
2 | Waterskin | Starting | 2 GP
1 | Flint & Steel | Starting | 1 GP
1 | Thieve's Tools | Starting | 30 GP

Ledger:
Cost | Item | Subtotal

+100 GP | Starting Money | 100 GP 0 SP 0 CP
+1000 GP | Extra Money for not having a house | 1100 GP 0 SP 0 CP

Story List:
Date - URL - Characters involved

Ebonfort

@TwhirtleyWhoops... >.>

I'll change it to that he's living in the poorer areas and on the outskirts or places which he could avoid the guard

One word story.

However, in Soviet Russia

Failed State

<Snipped quote by ClocktowerEchos>

They only want to loosen their chains, rather than lose them, so I just the Red Orchestra is centre-left?

@The Nexerus

Its suppose to be lose, oops >.>

One word story.

Vertebre

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Hmm... I'm thinking of a really sarcastic/cynical Android doctor or engineer, would that work?

One word story.

Glorious

One word story.

North Korea