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MEMOIRS OF CHADRICK KNIGHT
Chadrick was around when it all began. He knew the world the way it once was, before the great war. He had recently graduated from college as a biotechnology engineer and began an internship with some of the world's most amazing scientists at a highly classified research facility known as Big Mountain. Though he did not get to work with the big names, such as Kline and Mobius, he did interact with them and often observed them inconspicuously.
On the day the bombs fell Chadrick found himself outside the safety of the unperturbed Big MT. Instead, cruel fate would have it that he had been asked personally by Dr. Kline to make a coffee and donuts run. In exchange for this minor favor he was promised an inside look at the facility's prized automated Y-17 trauma harnesses. As the bombs fell, Chadrick had only seconds to think of a plan of survival. The Poseidon gas station he was buying the donuts from had a basement hatch on the outside of the building, which Chadrick burst into as soon as the ground began to shake. Ducking under a table, face turned against the wall, Chadrick enjoyed Dr. Kline's damn donut. The last thing he remembers of that day is the most intense bright, white, burning light he has ever experienced, along with the sweet taste of Bavarian cream.
In some ways, awakening from years of an irradiated death-coma was extremely exciting. But in other ways it was terrifying. For example, awakening to find oneself already walking around is quite alarming. As it happened, Dr. Klein was so bent on getting his donut that he sent out a Mr. Handy unit with a Y-17 Trauma Override Harness for increased chances of Chadrick's return. The Y-17 Harness must've registered Chadrick as dead, because it took over control of mobility. He couldn't believe his luck. Not only had he survived the blast, but he had also been safely preserved in the very suit Dr. Klein intended to show him! It seems that he had been given an inside look at the suit after all. All of this, on top of the fact that the bastard Dr. Klein never got his donut. It took nearly an entire day of struggling and tearing to remove the harness. It would not have been possible at all, had it not been for several tattered areas in the suit. But at last he was finally free to observe where he had wound up.
After realizing that he was still wandering the Big MT Chadrick realized that he would need to leave this place.
Chadrick was around when it all began. He knew the world the way it once was, before the great war. He had recently graduated from college as a biotechnology engineer and began an internship with some of the world's most amazing scientists at a highly classified research facility known as Big Mountain. Though he did not get to work with the big names, such as Kline and Mobius, he did interact with them and often observed them inconspicuously.
On the day the bombs fell Chadrick found himself outside the safety of the unperturbed Big MT. Instead, cruel fate would have it that he had been asked personally by Dr. Kline to make a coffee and donuts run. In exchange for this minor favor he was promised an inside look at the facility's prized automated Y-17 trauma harnesses. As the bombs fell, Chadrick had only seconds to think of a plan of survival. The Poseidon gas station he was buying the donuts from had a basement hatch on the outside of the building, which Chadrick burst into as soon as the ground began to shake. Ducking under a table, face turned against the wall, Chadrick enjoyed Dr. Kline's damn donut. The last thing he remembers of that day is the most intense bright, white, burning light he has ever experienced, along with the sweet taste of Bavarian cream.
In some ways, awakening from years of an irradiated death-coma was extremely exciting. But in other ways it was terrifying. For example, awakening to find oneself already walking around is quite alarming. As it happened, Dr. Klein was so bent on getting his donut that he sent out a Mr. Handy unit with a Y-17 Trauma Override Harness for increased chances of Chadrick's return. The Y-17 Harness must've registered Chadrick as dead, because it took over control of mobility. He couldn't believe his luck. Not only had he survived the blast, but he had also been safely preserved in the very suit Dr. Klein intended to show him! It seems that he had been given an inside look at the suit after all. All of this, on top of the fact that the bastard Dr. Klein never got his donut. It took nearly an entire day of struggling and tearing to remove the harness. It would not have been possible at all, had it not been for several tattered areas in the suit. But at last he was finally free to observe where he had wound up.
After realizing that he was still wandering the Big MT Chadrick realized that he would need to leave this place.
Turning the corner of a rocky ledge came an average humanoid figure and the silhouette of a bulky canine companion, both trudging at just below average speed. "Over that ledge is bound to be a place to find something to fix your leg, Bark." Chadrick and Barkimedes had been prospecting in the area for a while when a young gecko sprang out of a crevice between two prewar vehicles. The gecko was luckily small and unable to do much damage to the cyberdog, however it effectively removed a single bolt that fastened together the dog's right hind leg. Unfortunately for Barkimedes, Chadrick was unable to find the bolt in the dirt.
As per the usual for Chadrick, luck was on his side. A four story building, seemingly abandoned, came into view around the bend. "Well, Bark, have I ever led you wrong? I'll have you fixed up soon. Just try to leave the tussling to me, I can't have my only true friend biting the dust. I need ya, boy. More than you even know." Bark whimpered affectionately at the ghoul, who then led him to the door of the building they had found.
The air inside the building was not pleasant on a normal scale, but when compared to the dry, inescapable sun of the wastes, the change in temperature was greatly appreciated. It became clear that the first floor of the building was essentially comprised of office space. The upper floors would need to be explored if spare parts compatible with Bark were to be found.
Upon climbing the stairs several loud bangs and thumping noises could be heard. It was easy to tell Chadrick and Barkimedes were not alone in the building.
"Bark, I want you to sniff around and find a spot that's safe. When I whistle, you come to me. Now go on, good boy." The cybernetic beast hesitated for a moment, scanned the nearby rooms on the second floor, and proceeded to wait to be called from safety.
This would be the roughest part of any experience with other people. The initial shock of meeting a ghoul. Though most of Chadrick's front side was intact, he maintained the scarred, dry skin that was a trademark to his race. He decided to keep his helmet on, but slide the red tinted frames away, so that his most pure, human feature was revealed first: his eyes.
Chadrick readied his MF HyperBreeder pistol and ascended the stairs. The sound of bullet spray in rapid succession echoed down the corridor of the fourth floor. Chadrick cracked open the door and peeped at what lay beyond. From what he could tell, the sounds he had heard were most likely that of sentry bots unless someone had entered the building with a minigun. Beyond the door he could see a mismatched group of travellers who seemed to be fighting off the robotic adversaries.
"Please do not be alarmed, friends. My name is Chadrick. I have simply come in search of spare parts. It seems I have stumbled into a conflict, and I would be happy to assist in the removal of that prewar, mechanical ruffian." Chadrick spoke at an audible level, but in a manner that he intended to be most sincere and least startling.
As per the usual for Chadrick, luck was on his side. A four story building, seemingly abandoned, came into view around the bend. "Well, Bark, have I ever led you wrong? I'll have you fixed up soon. Just try to leave the tussling to me, I can't have my only true friend biting the dust. I need ya, boy. More than you even know." Bark whimpered affectionately at the ghoul, who then led him to the door of the building they had found.
The air inside the building was not pleasant on a normal scale, but when compared to the dry, inescapable sun of the wastes, the change in temperature was greatly appreciated. It became clear that the first floor of the building was essentially comprised of office space. The upper floors would need to be explored if spare parts compatible with Bark were to be found.
Upon climbing the stairs several loud bangs and thumping noises could be heard. It was easy to tell Chadrick and Barkimedes were not alone in the building.
"Bark, I want you to sniff around and find a spot that's safe. When I whistle, you come to me. Now go on, good boy." The cybernetic beast hesitated for a moment, scanned the nearby rooms on the second floor, and proceeded to wait to be called from safety.
This would be the roughest part of any experience with other people. The initial shock of meeting a ghoul. Though most of Chadrick's front side was intact, he maintained the scarred, dry skin that was a trademark to his race. He decided to keep his helmet on, but slide the red tinted frames away, so that his most pure, human feature was revealed first: his eyes.
Chadrick readied his MF HyperBreeder pistol and ascended the stairs. The sound of bullet spray in rapid succession echoed down the corridor of the fourth floor. Chadrick cracked open the door and peeped at what lay beyond. From what he could tell, the sounds he had heard were most likely that of sentry bots unless someone had entered the building with a minigun. Beyond the door he could see a mismatched group of travellers who seemed to be fighting off the robotic adversaries.
"Please do not be alarmed, friends. My name is Chadrick. I have simply come in search of spare parts. It seems I have stumbled into a conflict, and I would be happy to assist in the removal of that prewar, mechanical ruffian." Chadrick spoke at an audible level, but in a manner that he intended to be most sincere and least startling.
Name: Chadrick Knight
age: 200 (Ghoul)
skills: Science, Medicine, Speech
SPECIALs: (40 points distributed between 7 stats. 10 being the highest and a minimum of 1.)
strength 3
perception 4
endurance 3
charisma 8
intelligence 10
agility 4
Luck 8
Equipment: I am wearing a hazmat suit from Big MT, however instead of the green eyed cowl I am wearing a red eyed riot helmet. As weapons I have a cowboy repeater and a MF Hyperbreeder Alpha pistol. A backpack with a bedroll and some non-perishables like Cram and Sugar Bombs. Chadrick is a ghoul, therefore there are some wraps around his skin in some areas. Lastly a cyberdog, named Bark-imedes, he once rescued serves as his faithful companion.
Theme Song: Darude. Fuckin. Sandstorm.
age: 200 (Ghoul)
skills: Science, Medicine, Speech
SPECIALs: (40 points distributed between 7 stats. 10 being the highest and a minimum of 1.)
strength 3
perception 4
endurance 3
charisma 8
intelligence 10
agility 4
Luck 8
Equipment: I am wearing a hazmat suit from Big MT, however instead of the green eyed cowl I am wearing a red eyed riot helmet. As weapons I have a cowboy repeater and a MF Hyperbreeder Alpha pistol. A backpack with a bedroll and some non-perishables like Cram and Sugar Bombs. Chadrick is a ghoul, therefore there are some wraps around his skin in some areas. Lastly a cyberdog, named Bark-imedes, he once rescued serves as his faithful companion.
Theme Song: Darude. Fuckin. Sandstorm.
Alright thank you !
So do we post backstory somewhere or just jump in?
So do we post backstory somewhere or just jump in?
Name: Chadrick Knight
age: 200 (Ghoul)
skills: Science, Medicine, Speech
SPECIALs: (40 points distributed between 7 stats. 10 being the highest and a minimum of 1.)
strength 3
perception 4
endurance 3
charisma 8
intelligence 10
agility 4
Luck 8
Equipment: I am wearing a hazmat suit from Big MT, however instead of the green eyed cowl I am wearing a red eyed riot helmet. As weapons I would have a cowboy repeater and a MF Hyperbreeder Alpha pistol. A backpack with a bedroll and some non-perishables like Cram and Sugar Bombs. The character would be a ghoul, therefore there would be some wraps around his skin in some areas. Not sure if allowed, but lastly i'd like to have a cybernetic dog companion. If it helps his chances of being a thing, the dog could be afraid of combat and mostly just be for aesthetic reasons.
Theme Song: Darude. Fucking. Sandstorm.
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