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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks – Ace’s Diner

Much to her joy, Rook took her hand and allowed her to lead them to the diner where there seemed to be a buzz of activity inside. Brandy’s face was glowing; she wore a bright smile like a proud toddler showing their parent something they had accomplished. Brandy turned around when Rook let go of her hand, she cocked her head in wonder until Rook hunched down to go through the doorway, she tapped her forehead with a carton of cigarettes, “DUH,” she giggled. Rook began waving his white flag upon entering Ace’s Diner; Brandy held her hands out in front of her, “HE WILL NOT HURT YOU, DON’T FREAK OUT.”

“Rook is here to buy meat. Does Cooker Man have radstag? Or maybe man has found something better? Brahmin meats?” Rook grinned a bit wider. “Rook has caps and small things to trade, if Cooker Man is open to that as well. Rook is hungry, and building wall takes so much energy.”

“See, I told y’all so,” Brandy triumphantly folded her arms in front of her, even with the cartons of cigarettes, “He IS friendly,” she wore a shit eating grin. Taking her attention away from her personal victory, someone tapped Brandy’s shoulder.

"Psst. Hey." Said a tall blonde haired woman motioned towards the cigarettes. "Are you selling those? I'll give you five caps for a pack."

Brandy spun on her heal, “SURRREEEE AM,” Brandy juggled the cartons to offer her hand, dropping one on the floor it broke open spilling the ten packs of cigarettes, “Just a sec please.” She managed to gather up the dropped packs and clumsily held them in her left arm and extended her right, “You’re new in town, I’m Brandy Brooks, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” After the tall woman shook her hand, Brandy leaned her left shoulder towards her, “Take one, you can have it as a welcoming gift. I’d like to personally welcome you to Salem. A growing community of likeminded people looking to better the world we live in,” she smiled brightly, using her free hand to push her glasses up.

"Rook!" A woman with dark brown hair called out grinning from ear-to-ear and walking over to Rook. "I see you've made a few friends! I told you the folks in this town would come around." The woman looked over at Ace and then back to Rook. "I recommended that we craft you a flower-crown to ensure that you mean no harm. How's the wall coming along?" The woman offered a gracious nod to Brandy, “I am glad that you saw him for the big friendly giant that he is."

Brandy got a little jealous, putting her arm around Rook, at least the best she could, “Yes, he is a nice person, you can see it in his eyes,” she leaned and sat the cigarettes she had brought on the bar top, “Ace, I hope these will buy Rook and I dinner, if not I can do some work around the diner,” she blushed a bit, “I spent all of my caps on building supplies at The Sanctuary…sorry.” She took a breath and looked the woman up and down noticing that she was roughly the same height but slightly skinnier than she was, “I don’t think he needs a flower-crown,” Brandy looked up at Rook, “He moved things today that we couldn’t think of moving. I think he just needs OUR,” Brandy waved her hand around the diner, “Protection.”

Brandy let her eyes wander around the diner before focusing back on the similarly sized woman, “I’m Brandy Brooks, it is a pleasure to meet you…” she extended her hand.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Shelby Jackson - Ace’s Diner

Shelby slid the bowl towards the edge of the table and dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin, “Thanks Ace, I really needed that.” She noticed Waylon call for another bowl, “Damn fatty.” She was finally able to relax a little as she leaned back and took a sip of water when Brandy popped in shortly after I man who sat at the end of the bar.

"Ace, Rook is coming for dinner, do you have enough food for him? I just wanted to let you know, I'm going to go and wait for him to get here. OH, and I have a .22 pistol and aren't afraid to use it if anybody tries to hurt him. You need to look into his eyes, and then you will see he really is friendly."

Shelby slammed her hands on the table, “WHAT THE FUCK?” She slid from the booth and grabbed her hair, “IS SHE REALLY BRINGING THAT MUTIE HERE?”

“Shelby, relax dammit, it’ll be alright,” Waylon jumped up and put his hands on her shoulders, which she shrugged off.

“No, screw that, I’m going home. Not to mention if that twit actually tries to use that pistol of hers,” Shelby bit her lip and clenched her fist, “Ace, I think I’m gonna beat her ass, like I should’ve on our trip.”

Waylon snatched her up, “Calm. The. Fuck. Down. Shelby.” He spoke sternly, “She is as harmless as a dead radroach. Everyone here who has actually met him said that mutie is alright.”

“Ya’ll just wait, when you look into his eyes like the twit said, it’ll be as he’s about to use you as a chew toy,” Shelby struggled free of Waylon’s grip, “I’m out, thanks again Ace, the stew was great Waylon will pay for mine.” She stormed out of the diner and back to S&W to her place upstairs. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment before falling, “Why?” A few minutes later she decided to take a hot shower and calm down. Looking into the mirror, “Why? Why did you leave me? You leveled me out. You were something good in a world of shit, then you up and vanished.” She closed her eyes leaned against the sink and sighed, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it altogether waiting for you, maybe it’s time to move on?” Pulling off her tank top and wiggling out of her cutoff shorts she turned on the shower. It didn’t take it long to steam up the mirror as she watched her reflection slowly being engulfed into a haze. The hot water felt good against her skin, cascading down to her toes she ran her hands in her hair and closed her eyes, relishing in the often overlooked sensation of functional plumbing. As she let the water hit her face visions of Emily and the time they shared in New Vegas led her body to burn with anticipation. Slowly, her right hand caressed her own skin over her breasts and down her stomach, “Ahhhh,” her legs shook slightly. She licked her lips, the water beating from the showerhead onto her chest; she pinched herself with her left hand and allowed herself to back against the steamy wall of the shower. Her heart raced as her hand moved faster, rubbing against her. Gasping, she ever so slowly succumbed to the burning from deep within until she was on the tubs floor. Throwing her head back she moaned loudly, her body buckled, knees shook, and she curled her toes about to explode.

PPFFFFFTTTT, SPLASH.

Shelby’s eyes shot open and she tore back the shower curtain, “WHAT THE FUCK? WAYLON!!!”

“Sorry, my shitter is broke. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself, I had gut rot,” Waylon smiled.

“WERE is right ASSHOLE!!!” Shelby turned off the shower and yanked a towel off the counter, “I can’t fucking believe you Waylon.”

“Hey, I couldn’t wait Shelby,” Waylon said while Shelby went out into the bedroom. He finished up and walked out to see Shelby standing with her back towards him still wrapped in her towel. He walked up and turned her around, placing his hands on her waist he picked her up and stared into her eyes, “I can help you with that you know?”

“Bu…” Waylon hushed her, “I…” Waylon smiled, “You’re right,” Shelby finally choked out, her heart had nearly skipped a beat. She pulled the back of Waylon’s head to her and they engaged in a long, passionate kiss. Waylon carried it to her over to the bed, laying her down with ease. She opened up the towel exposing herself, Waylon eased down on top of her and they kissed again. He kissed her neck causing her to tilt back her head and breathed deeply. Waylon peeled off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans; Shelby wrapped her legs around him. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with tears; she closed her arms around him, “Waylon…”

“I know, you can’t…yet,” Waylon managed a smile, “I do get it Shelby, I really do. I know we’ve been here before she ever came around. You are my friend,” he pushed her hair from her face, “I know the real you, and I know I can be an asshole. I want you to finally be happy, isn’t that why we left Calypso?” She nodded and wiped her nose with the corner of the towel. He stood back up and redid his pants and picked up his shirt, “You know you can always come to me, and I don’t mean just for sex either.”

“I know,” sniffed Shelby, ‘I’m sorry.”

“No worries, this is the furthest you’ve been, just try to get a good night’s sleep for once,” Waylon leaned down and kissed her cheek, “I’m going to bed, goodnight.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, “g’night.” She tossed the towel and got under the covers, tossing and turning until she was able to reach comfort before falling asleep with her torn heart.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks – Rook’s Wall

“Rook has shack where Mirelurk King used to live. Rook killed Mirelurk so it was no threat to town. Took shack to make it better. Rook can swim when it gets hot, keep fans for people in big buildings. Generator for making opening and closing of gate easier. Rook wants to make town safe before Rook gets comfortable himself. Rook wants to see town grow, town prosper.” He nodded once as he looked to the diner. “We should get food before man closes doors for night.”

“Good idea, but you need to make sure that you have what you need too,” Brandy smiled, she looked down at her sweaty t-shirt, “Would you mind if I ran home and changed?” She lifted and smelled under her arm, “I’m kinda stinky from sweating all day on our way back. I will be quick, I promise, and I’ll meet you close to the diner.” She took a deep breath, the long day had worn on her, and she knew there would certainly be less understanding folks in town, “I will protect you, I won’t let anybody try to hurt you.” She stood on her toes and held up her hand to whisper, “I have a .22 pistol to scare them if we need too.”

Brandy grabbed her knapsack and jogged back into town, further drenching her t-shirt in sweat, running past the diner and into her house at the end of town. She dropped her tools in the foyer and scurried upstairs. ”Gotta be quick so Rook doesn’t have to wait,” she told herself. She quickly took a cool shower and pulled on a yellow sundress. She ran a brush through her hair really quick and let her hair remain down, but made sure to slide a hair tie on her wrist so she could pull it up later and dropped a brush into her small purse. “Where are those?” she whipped around and shot downstairs to the living room, “There you nasty things are,” she scooped up two cartons of cigarettes she had found while cleaning her house. She hoped that Ace would trade her dinner for the cartons; she had spent all of her caps on supplies upon leaving The Sanctuary. She took her pistol from her knapsack of tools and put the beat up gun into her purse and made for the door, locking it behind her.

I need to oil the turret when I get home. Brandy hustled down the beaten street in her canvas tennis shoes to wait for Rook, she popped into the diner real quick, "Ace, Rook is coming for dinner, do you have enough food for him? I just wanted to let you know, I'm going to go and wait for him to get here. OH, and I have a .22 pistol and aren't afraid to use it if anybody tries to hurt him. You need to look into his eyes, then you will see he really is friendly."

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks – The Wall

"Hello Brandy. Rook is Rook. Rook is friendly. Rook is also attempting to make wall for town. Rook needs to get food for tonight however, so he needs to stop work for now." Rook pondered for a moment. "Unless you are helping Rook, then he can keep working for now."

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Rook, “She looked up at his eyes, “You…You have gentle eyes, they’re warm.” Brandy peered around Rook at the wall then back, “You moved all of this stuff by yourself?” She looked at the wall again, “HOLY CRAP, THAT IS AWESOME,” her last words filled with astonishment. She looked at her hand in his large green hand; her hand couldn’t even reach across his palm. “Thank you, what you have done already is AMAZING,” she reached as wide as she could and gave Rook a hug, “Ya know, I just got back into town from The Sanctuary, needed some supplies.” She looked up at Rook, “Some people will be scared of you, but I see the warmth in your eyes and I can tell…you won’t hurt anybody.” Brandy grinned ear to ear, “I know of one person we could prank, but we can wait on that. I’m kinda hungry myself. Why don’t we eat and work on the wall in the morning, we can call it Rook’s Wall.”

Brandy looked around the coast and saw a shack, “Do you have electricity? I mean, if that is your shack that is? If not, I have an extra generator and with the shack that close to the water I can give it to you to power your shack if you’d like? I have a couple extra desk fans too, might help ya sleep when it’s hot out.”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Shelby Jackson - Ace’s Diner

Shelby glanced up, there were quite a few new faces in town, she sighed, there was one she still clung onto a strand of hope that would show up. Given how long it had been it was very unlikely that Emily would show. Out of the corner if her eye she saw Ace approaching, he sat down two glasses of water, “Well I see you’re back from your trip Shelby, I don’t see Brandy with you, what’d you do kill her and dump her body on the way?”

“ Nah, she is probably doing that all in her own with that mutant, “She tried to be her normal smartass self, but her lack of enthusiasm showed. Ace let out a laugh and went back into the kitchen returning moments later with two steaming bowls.

“Here ya go, some radstag stew, pretty good if I say so myself. Have other stuff, but I recommend this, maybe I’ll even let you have some pie, if you behave” Ace smirked as he said that.

Shelby finally grinned a little, “You mean you want some pie, “ she actually laughed, “Lot's of new folks huh?” Then an emergency bulletin put an abrupt halt to the music and informed of a battle occurring.

Ace smiled, “Well seems like the Minutemen are keeping themselves busy.”

“Yeah...it does,” Shelby brought a spoonful of stew to her mouth and sniffed, “Shit does smell good Ace.” She took the bite and savored the flavor of something she hadn't had in a long time, “It is really good Ace, thanks.”

“Real good,” commented Waylon while scooping yet another spoonful from his half full bowl, “Hits the spot man, I was starving.”

“Guess so, you keep eating like and you'll end up a fat ass,” Shelby replied before she took another bite.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Shelby Jackson – S&W Weaponry – Salem

Shelby padlocked the bar on the inside of her garage door then slid to the floor with her back against it. “What’s up?” Asked Waylon as he came into the back to see what all the clatter was about, “You alright Shelby? Looks like you saw a ghost.”

She hiked up her thumb, it shook as she motioned outside, “Tha…there,” she let out a deep breath, “there is a fucking Super Mutant out there.”

“Uh,” Waylon rubbed his chin, “Must be the one I heard strolled into town with a white flag,” he pressed his lips together in thought thinking, “Think I heard his name was Rook, maybe he’s Barney’s brother.”

“So now you’re a fucking comedian Waylon? The shit ain’t funny, what if there are more?”

“Well if their all friendly, then I suppose that would good,” he shrugged.

Shelby shook her head no vigorously, “NO, THAT WOULD NOT BE OK WAYLON,” she clutched her chest to catch her breath, “What if he was ousted like we were and they’re coming for him?” Shelby pulled a note from her pocket and looked at, “Or maybe he just got forgotten about like me?” She crumpled up the note and tossed it into her coal forge, it was quickly turned to ash. “That scare the fuck outta me, you know that.”

Waylon sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders; she let her head rest on his shoulder and watched the flame from the note flicker out. “You know I have your back no matter what, be it relationship, fights, whatever.” She sighed and sniffed back tears; Waylon took his free hand and wiped the tears from her eyes while she nodded in agreement, “I know that you know. Salem is a good thing…for both of us. You’re like my sister, I would die for you.”

Shelby sniffed again and wrapped her arms around Waylon, burying her face into his chest, “I know.”

“If anybody knows how rough you’ve had it, it’s me. Speaking of which, how’s the back healing?”

Shelby broke her embrace and leaned forward pulling up her tank-top, “They can still be tender once in a while, but they’re alright I guess.” Waylon ever so lightly ran his hands across the lashing wounds, still pink from Calypso and breaking up her tattooed wings on her back. She shimmied the top back down. “Paid for it and never got it.”

“C’mon, let’s go to the diner and grab a bite to eat,” Waylon stood up and offered his hand, “I heard Ace got some Radstag and other shit. Thank God, Mirelurk was wearing thin on me; I nearly closed shop to go hunting myself.”

“Surprised he can even shoot anything other than a shot of whiskey,” Shelby quipped back, “I dunno Waylon, that mutant is out there.”

“Don’t worry about him; if he is really going to stay around town, you’re going to have to meet him eventually. I’ll be right there with you, both 1911’s on my hips, you know I’m a quick draw.” Shelby just nodded and went to go upstairs to clean up, Waylon went and flipped the sign and waited out front for Shelby.

She washed up with an old holy washcloth and threw on a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a dark pink tank-top. She looked in the mirror and brushed out her hair, leaving down despite the heat. She joined Waylon out front of S&W and he locked up shop. “What’s up Ace? Heard you actually got something a little different on the menu?” Shelby quietly slid by and plopped down into a corner booth, she traced figured eights on the cleaned up tabletop.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks – Returning to Salem withShelby Jackson

“WHEW,” Brandy wiped sweat from her forehead, “Sure it hot out today, huh Shelby?”

“Yep, sure is,” Shelby slowed to smack the Brahmin’s ass, “Let’s go boy, we can cool off in just a few minutes.”

“I wonder if anyone new has arrived in town.”

Shelby rolled her eyes, “Gee, wouldn’t know, haven’t been there.” She was alright with Brandy, but honestly, the younger woman annoyed her the majority of the time because she often asked too many questions. But, Waylon had to stay back in town at S&W. Luckily the women had found travelers going both to the Sanctuary and two men whom were eagerly willing to accompany them on their way back.

“Well, if there are new folks maybe we can help them get situated. I mean, it will give us something to do,” Brandy pulled the bottom of her tee shirt up and wiped her face.

“Like hide,” Shelby said under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing, let’s just pick it up a bit, I want to finish the sword I started before we left.”

As they got closer to town they could hear chopping, when they found the source Shelby stopped in her tracks, “Fuck me,” she gasped.

Brandy raised her brow, “I told you I don’t do that.”

“You twit, look,” Shelby grabbed Brandy’s chin and turned her head to see a Super Mutant.

“A Super Mutant,” Brandy’s eyes opened wide. The women were corralled and directed around the mutant and into town by their escorts.

“We need to avoid that area, there could be more and we would be had,” Mike said, the others all agreed and made it into town. When safe in town Brandy ran ahead of the group to the diner.

“DID YOU SEE THE SUPER MUTANT OUT THERE?” She yelled, pushing her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose.

“Easy kid, his name is Rook and he just wants a place to stay. Supposedly he’s not like other green skins, he has been peaceful thus far,” Barney told her.

Her eyes widened again and a smile crept across her face, “You mean…he’s friendly? Is he nice? Did he say how old he was?”

“So far so good, and don’t start with the questions again kid, I have a bunch of riled up folks about him already.”

Brandy nodded, she could see Shelby down at S&W speedily unloading her stuff from the Brahmin, after the last load Shelby rolled down the garage door and disappeared. Brandy giggled, “Shelby is scared of them, well I am to, but if he is friendly I won’t be.” She looked around at all the new faces and waved, “Hi, I’m Brandy; if ya need something fixed I can help ya out. I’m kinda nifty that way. BUT, I don’t mean to be rude, I just have to go and meet this guy.” She turned on her heel but quickly looked back, “Does he talk?” Barney nodded, “Gotcha, oh this is so exciting. Brandy walked to where she could see the mutant; it looked like he was building something. She snapped her fingers and ran to fetch her tool belt and knapsack of tools. Cautiously, she made her way closer until she was sighted, “Hello there, I don’t mean to bother you but the townsfolk told me that you’re friendly?” She swallowed the small lump in her throat and extended her hand, “My name is Brandy, and it is very nice to meet you. Can you use some help?”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Waylon, also under construction like Shelby.

Hider

Waylon is 6 foot 2 inches tall and well built, his hair is shaved on the sides with the top combed back. Usually has scruffy facial hair, three day beard I guess you could say. He is not generally talktative, but issues commands with an authority only rivaled by Calypso. He typically wears a mixture of leather and combat armor in combat. When not in combat he can be found wearing jeans, workboots and a sleeveless shirt. He always has a matching pair of 1911 pistols at his sides and a combat knife strapped to his hip.

Waylon joined up with The Jaded Empire when Calypso and her merry band of craziness easily wiped out a rival Raider faction whom has been a nuisance to his group. The remaining raiders in his group followed suit, but Waylon excelled in Calypso's grace. He, along with Shelby, acompany Calypso whenever she leaves the territory.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Here is Shelby's CS, still under construction though.

Hider

Name: Shelby Jackson

Age: 26

Sex: female

Basic physical appearance and attributes: Shelby has somewhat pale skin, she stands at five foot six inches tall, bright blue eyes, thin lips and a slender face. Shelby has a delicate frame, and is not nearly as strong as Calypso. Shelby will wear her hair in cornrows when fighting other than that it is usually in a sloppy bun while she works. She is missing the tip of her pinky finger on her left hand, scars on her back from being whipped, and tattered wings tattooed on her entire back.

Weapons and armour: Bladed staff, Samurai sword, Colt 1911 with night sights.

Personality: Shelby hangs on Calypso's every word, she is obedient and extremely loyal to Calypso. She is very smart, and creative with constructing weapons, and various slaving tools. Shelby is relatively quiet, in Calypso's presence. Away from Calypso, she can be quite the little chatter box. Like the saying goes, while the cats away, the mice will play, it could not be more true with Shelby.

Occupation: Calypso's protege, she primarily makes weapons and slaving tools. Shelby also does a majority of Calypso's slave running.

Faction: whomever Calypso decides, in this case, Moriarty.

Backstory: Shelby was a mischievous child, growing up in North Battleford, a small reestablished settlement, in the Canadian Providence of Saskatchewan, it was a relatively quiet place. After being taught to read and write, she would study anything she could get her hands on. Shelby held a fascination for melee combat, since she was too young for a gun, Shelby would create swords, staffs, and spears from the remainder of petrified trees. Shelby's parents constantly scolded her, the people of the settlement would voice their displeasures with her as well.

At the age of ten, Shelby made her first Nuka grenade, to test it out, she tossed it in the settlements brahmin pen. Needless to say, this caused an uproar with the community. Her parents, unable to corral her enthusiasm for chaos, were faced with a daunting decision. They were forced to decide between, having her stay with the town sheriff, a corrupt man Mr. Fusiler was, but he kept the piece in the settlement. Or, they must pack up their family, leave, and never come back. They had no caps, barely enough weapons to hunt with, let alone defend themselves in the wasteland. Her parents relinquished her to Mr. Fusiler.

As Shelby began maturing into a young woman, Mr. Fusiler would abuse her, in various ways. This caused her to fester an hatred for everyone in the settlement. The once friendly, outgoing youth, was becoming a wolf in sheep clothing. At fourteen years of age, she heard rumors of a crazed woman, who with her Chinese remnants, were en slaving and slaughtering towns on her way to the States. Shelby had hoped, the Battleford would lie in her path.

Just after Shelby turned fifteen, her wishes came true. As the local hunters returned with horrific news, the crazed woman, Calypso, had stormed through Lloydminster, and was heading to Battleford. News of this sent everyone into a panic, Shelby relished every second, as she watched the towns people scurry to set up defenses. Mr. Fusiler locked Shelby in the backroom of his barn, as he did so many times before. Over the course of the last year, since Shelby first heard the rumors of Calypso, she had been preparing for this day to come. She would pick the lock to the barn door, and at night, would pilfer various things. Shelby made a staff like no other, using a pair of lawnmower blades, a conductor, braided fuel lines and flamer fuel.

Gunfire erupted, along with screams of the people Shelby had grown up with, it actually made her smile, as most of the town has shunned her. They were getting what they deserved, having never taken her accusations of Mr. Fusiler's disgusting acts. Shelby pulled up the wood plank in the floor, where her staff resided, looking it over as she picked it up. She picked the lock on the door, cautiously, she snuck outside. Shelby watched, as Calypso masterfully orchestrated her minions in the takeover of Battleford.

Catching some movement behind some brush, Shelby saw Mr. Fusiler take aim at Calypso's back. Igniting her staff, she sprung from her spot, Mr. Fusiler yelled for her to run. Instead, Shelby spun around, and with a loud swoosh and the crackle of flames, she sliced his stomach wide open. Mr. Fusiler's son sought to attack Shelby, she kneeled down, sweeping her staff upward, stabbed the young man in his throat. Shelby heard someone clapping, "Bravo darling, bravo" a dramatic voice called out. Turning to find, Calypso walking over to her, Shelby placed her staff on the ground.

"Take me with you" her blue eye sparkled, awaiting Calypso's answer. She saw two of Calypso remnants restraining her parents as they called to her. Calypso looked at them, then back to Shelby, picking up Shelby's staff.

"Prove you are indeed worthy of such a request" Calypso said, handing Shelby the staff.

Shelby walked over to her parents, without hesitation, they pleaded, apologizing profusely for anything they had ever done to the girl. None of it fazed her, she spun the staff, and executed them right there, no tears, no remorse. She looked at Calypso, she smiled back at Shelby, "very well done indeed, we shall hone your skills my dear, come now."

It has been eleven years since then, Shelby has grown into a woman, Calypso's protege. Calypso shares a special bond with Shelby, a mother like bond. The only person, beside Sensei Lee, that she has ever cared for.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Brandy Brooks

Name: Brandy Lee Brooks

Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: Brandy has lightly tanned skin, dark brown hair just below her shoulders. She is about 5'5" tall, slender build, green eyes and a scar above her left eye. She is book smart, but lacks the necessary survival skills to travel the Wasteland on her own. Even though she is good at constructing and creating things, she's accident prone.

Skills: Moonshiner and a handywoman/carpenter

Personality: Brandy is friendly, and kind. She tends to blab about the things that she has read in her pre-war books. She is a big dreamer, fueled by the books she reads. She has been relatively coddled, therefore leaving her naive to many things, and also because she longs to see the new world to resemble what she has seen in books and other prewar literature so she overlooks many negative things if the wasteland.

Weapons & armor/clothing: .22 pistol, 12 gauge pump shotgun. No armor, Brandy wears summer dresses or tan work boots, khaki shorts, pants and various tops and a dirty red baseball cap. She wears black framed reading glasses the majority of the time, though she is only slightly farsighted.

Occupation: Brandy has a small copper still that she uses to brew her Papa's Potion moonshine. She had a toolbelt filled with various tools for handy work.

Faction: None, but she has done odd jobs for the Minutemen and their communities in order to get by.

Backstory: Brandy and her brother Ricky were raised by their grandparents, Bob and Cathy, in northern Michigan.

Brandy and Ricky grew up in the family business of distilling their own alcohol, better known as Papa’s Potion. Cathy taught Brandy from mostly pre-war books, as she was the homemaker and didn't venture out to much. During the warmer months, Brandy enjoyed working with her Papa repairing and or building new structures around the settlement and surrounding areas.

When Brandy turned 18, her inquisitive nature had her yearning to explore the Wasteland. She had never been far from home at all. Ricky, now 21, had traveled with his buddies and the stories they told only made Brandy long to experience it even more for herself.

At 19 Brandy's grandfather passed away, and her grandmother Cathy told her to follow her heart. Cathy convinced Ricky to let Brandy tag along on their next expedition. Reluctantly, Ricky said he would take her.

When she was 20 years old, it was Brandy's job to set up camp and prepare meals. Other than traveling during the day, Ricky wouldn't let her do much else. He told Brandy when they started getting closer to D.C. That he would let her scavenge with them.

Her lack of knowledge and clumsiness drove Ricky and his friends crazy. One day they tried to teach her to shoot a .22 pistol. Brandy was so jittery wanting to impress him that she accidentally squeezed off a round grazing his leg. Ricky automatically reacted by swinging a tire iron at her. It nailed on the left side of her forehead leaving a large gash and rendered her unconscious. Ever since that day the guys wouldn't let her touch a loaded gun.

Stuck with setting up camp, and bored out of her mind, Brandy would drink the whiskey they had made. Only wrecking her relationship with her brother even more. Eventually Ricky left Brandy in the Boston Commonwealth to fend for herself. She wandered into The Sanctuary and helped the Minutemen fix up the settlement. She was told of an up and coming settlement, Salem, and a couple of the Minutemen traveled with her to Salem so she could rebuild her life, and the new settlement.