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    1. Lunar 10 yrs ago

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5 yrs ago
Current Back on the grind, been a few years since I've been on here
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7 yrs ago
It's hard to find time to pretend to be someone when regular life is already so hectic
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9 yrs ago
You just entered *dramatic music plays* the bone zone.
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9 yrs ago
A man is only as strong as his box
9 yrs ago
I just bought twenty dollars worth of junk food.
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Name: Sam Finche

Appearance:

In armor:

Age: 21

Personality: Cold at first, quite, protective, strong, emo-ish

Equipment: 10 stimpacks, a few hundred caps, amo, grenades, food, a tend, a lighter, cigarettes, a backpack, a controllable voice modifier in her helmet, and a bedroll.

Skills: amazing shot, amazing reaction timing, speed, strength, athletics, hand to hand combat, bladed and blunt wepons, intimidation, jimnastics/flexibility.

History: Sam was born and raised in a exsprimental military vault where she excelled at combat, gun, blade, and military training. She never liked the vault suits. One day the valt's system went off line and the life support systems went offline. After a day or two of trying to get the vault door open the people in the vault died until she was the only one left. They didn't want to use explosives, they thought it would make the valt come down on them. Since she was the only one left she brought every explosive thing in the vault and bared it against the vast door and blew it all to hell. One the smoke cleared she head blown the door open enough for her to get out. She remembered her dad had found a soot of thick light armor behind his wall. She thought to her self that it would be a good idea to bring it. Just in case she neded it. And she left to go to the cost. She had heard about the ocean in the vault and wanted to see it for herself. The vaults name was vault '266'

Weapons:
Fixed the pictures and her background @Gurren1
Sure
"Uh, not yet but soon I hope" @pkken
"Oh, ok" she sed sounding like she was already sobering up. "So what's the plan" she sed standing in her toes with a sparkle in her eye. @Framing A Moose
Name: Sam Finche
Appearance:

In armor:

Age: 21
Personality: Cold at first, quite, protective, strong, emo-ish
Equipment: 10 stimpacks, a few hundred caps, amo, grenades, food, tend, a lighter, cigarettes, a backpack. and a bedroll.
Skills: amazing shot, amazing reaction timing, speed, strength, athletics, hand to hand combat.
History: Sam was born and raised in a exsprimental military vault where she excelled at combat, aim, and military training. She never liked the vault suits. One day the valt's system went off line and the life support systems went offline. After a day or two of trying to get the vault door open the people in the vault died until she was the only one left. They didn't want to use explosives, they thought it would make the valt come down on them. Since she was the only one left she brought every explosive thing in the vault and bared it against the vast door and blew it all to hell. One the smoke cleared she head blown the door open enough for her to get out. She remembered her dad had found a soot of thick light armor behind his wall. She thought to her self that it would be a good idea to bring it. Just in case she neded it. And she left to go to the cost. She had heard about the ocean in the vault and wanted to see it for herself. The vaults name was vault '266'
Weapons:
Can I still join?
"Oh I'm Fendil" she sed looking a little embarrassed. She was now on her seventh cup of 'oil water' and was now fully drunk "can't say that I know him, why do you?" she sed while gulping down the last of her drink. "Say, wanna dance? I could get the bard to play a song" she sed with pretty smoothly for being drunk. @Framing A Moose
"Nice to meet you Lance." Shaking his hand "Were you just talking to a dragon?" She sed out of curiosity. @pkken
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