Saarebas

The Dragon Rebellion

Klostrun simply let out a sigh and shook his head. "Hot head." He said with a roll of his eyes before walking off in search of Nacine and Aaliyah.

Fables Among Us

The Woodlands Boogie's apartment

Boogie crossed his arms as he listened to Max. "Okay lets iron some stuff out before hand. First I can manage a bar, handle the rabble be it Mundies or fables, I can protect a few girls, but I am not dealing in drugs Boy learn that now." He said in a business like tone. "And you know me well enough that I'm going to have to do something about this 'dust' thing." He said with a slight sigh in his voice. "I doubt Bigby is dead though, that old dog is going to out live all of use." Boogie said with a light smirk, though who he was trying to convince was anyone's guess. He stood in silence for a few moments as he analyzed the situation. Not only were fables falling into comas from some new drug, but another fable may be behind it, not to mention apparently Bigby was missing. This was the kind of shit that he would scar people with but now that it was real... well he had to do something even if this job went to hell. "Don't worry about me talking, spending hundreds of years under beds teaches a guy how to keep to himself."

Spliced

"Woo! I've had the biggest sweet tooth lately thanks wolfy." Marshall said with a grin as he caught the pack took one out.

Fables Among Us

Boogie leaned back on the couch as he listened to Max. "You're Boy until I get your real name. We each only got one do over we came here you're no different." He said with a smirk. "And yes I do have to talk so much. I have centuries of keeping my mouth shut to make up for, besides everyone loves my sweet honey voice." He said with another chuckle. Though his expression quickly harden as Max started to explain that this information could lead to people being hurt. Boogie was a smart mouth and he was a monster but he wasn't heartless, if there was a way for him to keep others from getting hurt he'd have to do it. "...Fine..." He said through slightly gritted teeth as he stood. "I expect a good paycheck you know? I do after all have a better head on my shoulders than Headless does." He said with a slight smirk. "Now what is this about people being hurt and killed?"

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

Tagorn let out a smirk before he brought his flask back up to his lips. He took another long swing of the small container before he reluctantly pulled it away from his mouth. He wiped away a drop of whatever drink he had kept in the flask, which was a suspicious crimson color, before he reopened his eyes that seemed to have become a even brighter shad of gold. "Less he minds the smell of burning Khajiit I think the lad should be fine." The Wood elf said with another smirk before taking a final swig from his flask and putting it back in his boot. He then leaned back further into the shad as if he was preparing for bed. "Though he might want to avoid the noble district for awhile."

Fables Among Us

The Woodlands Boogie's apartment

Boogie rolled his eyes, but let out a slight sigh. What is it with people and bringing up stalking tonight? He thought for a moment before refocusing on Max. "Okay first off Boy it's Boogie not Booger I'll tell you that now. Second you keep your hands out of my fridge, what's in there ain't for you. Third that mustard you're eating is three weeks expired, I've been saving it for a prank you just screwed over. Though this may be just as good." He said with a slight smirk that quickly died and was replaced by a cold expression. Boogie stood kept his arms crossed as he let Max speak though he did rolled his eyes at the joke towards Headless, partly because he used to be the guy's poker buddy and partly because it was his job to make crap jokes about people. He looked Max over for awhile as he considered the offer. His shop had been getting by just with the skin of his teeth lately and the extra money would be a god send, but he also remembered the shit he had to go through when he worked for Georgie. "Hmm... Lets get this straight Boy if I say yes, and I'm not saying I am, I am not whoring for you. You can just ask Georgie how well that offer goes over, I heard he just got the cast off." He said with a slight smirk before sitting on his couch opposite of Max. "And I'll be keeping my store if I agree to this, which I haven't yet." He said resting one of his legs on the other. "Now what about this other matter?" Boogie asked with a raised brow.

Fallout: Rebirth of the Enclave

Agent Name:
Subject XLR8, Xavier

Agent Code Name:
Cyber

Age:
29

Gender:
Was born male

Appearance:
Under his armor Xavier for all intents and purposes appears to be a mere man with a medium body build, stands 6'3 in height, has a closely shaven hair cut and beard, a stern face, and grey eyes. What is odd about his appearance is the coloring of his hair and skin, both being frighteningly white.

Armor:
Xavier wears light weight black combat armor that still allows him fast and fluid movements. Though it is stronger than the run of the mill armor one would find in the waste do to Xavier's need for easy movement the padding of the armor is thinner than normal, meaning that it can be punctured much easier with well placed shots than it's more common brothers. He wears a insulated long coat over his armor. He also wears a mask made of the same martial as his combat armor that servers as inferred goggles.

Clothing:
Xavier almost always wears his armor, almost only taking it off for repairs. Though he does have a white muscle shirt, that by what seems to be a miracle to others stays clean, a set of black combat boots, and a pair of arctic military fatigues bottoms he wears when he must remove his armor.

Weapons:
Xavier has two laser pistols that he duel wields and have been modified to be smaller than usual and fire at a slightly faster rate. The down side to the modifications is that they do not pack as strong of a punch as a normal laser pistol would.

When Xavier needs to fight in close quarters or when he is out of energy cells for his pistols he uses the unique energy blade that was made for him. The AE-86 Seiryuu Beam Katana has the same lethal power of the standard laser rifle but concentrated into the form of a blade.

Miscellaneous items:
Besides the stock of energy cells that he keeps on his person at all time Xavier carries a holotape so he can record his day to day activities. He also keeps a old rubiks cube that some how made it through the war intact.

Forces of habit:
Xavier is known to sit for long periods of time in complete silence with a expression of utter blankness, though if anyone knew what was going on in his head they would know he was in deep thought with not just himself. He also seems to have a obsession with numbers, be it counting screws or doing random math problems in his head.

Biography:
The stories of the men and women emerging out of the ground wielding weapons that shot out lights that turned people into dust, dawning shining armor that seemed to reflect bullets as if they were mere pebbles, and commanding their metal warriors in battle to slaughter through their enemies were told for years after the massive bunker unsealed it's self and revealed it's occupants to the war scarred land that laid in wait for them. Yes the vault 91 dwellers coming out of their shelter with their energy weapons, power armor and security bots were the cause of these tales of what seemed to be other worldly beings, some of the less civilized tribes that dotted the area around the vault even took to calling them the people of light.

Like many other vaults, 91 was to partake in a social experiment set up by the pre-war government. Where other vaults were given limited resources or had purposely faulty equipment, 91 was given the exact opposite. They had top of the line technology in their hands the moment the door sealed them in, they also had some of the best education systems set up for the vaults future generations. The goal of the experiment was to see how well people would react to having a easy life seemingly handed to them then to see how they adjust after being released back into the world, the expected result was rumored to be that these people would fail when they try to reenter society.

But despite whatever the planned outcome was for vault 91 the actual result was a near utopia for the bunker's residents. The dwellers had set up a chain of command that spread the power out evenly among the people. With there being no real struggle for power the dwellers were able to focuses on improving their lives even further. Within a few decades the vault had started training it's next generation to be some of the sharpest minds possible, be it in the fields of medicine, engineering, or weaponry. But this was only the beginning for the vault's journey, as soon the dwellers would start to look for way to improve themselves beyond their normal means.

They started looking into fields that could enhance their physical capabilities. They started off with testing the effects of cryogenics on organic matter, using rats and slowly moving up to humans, to see if it could prolong one's lifespan. They then moved on to minor implants that could enhance one's physical abilities, though the first few batches either ended with no improvements or painful rejections. But eventually the vault dwellers did master the science of the implants. And so went the vault's planes, slowly trying to improve themselves further and further until they reached the realization that the perfection they craved already existed in the form of the robots that served them.

They saw the robot's physical prowess and effectiveness in their work as the goal they had long since strived for, but the only short coming that they thought the bots had was the rigid programing that they had and how they would not have any true creative thought. So they came to the only logical conclusion, to make something that would combine both beings into one perfect specimen. So started one of the darkest parts of the vault's history.

In the pursuit of their goal many of the vault's residents volunteered to have parts of their bodies, or in some cases the whole thing, replaced with a cybernetic duplicate. To spar the more graphic details, most if not all of the volunteers did not make it through the procedure leading in a steady drop in the vault's population. So another step had to be taken to ensure the vault's successes, mandatory breeding. Some children were born for the purpose of keeping the population up while others for the sole use for the experiments, these children were dubbed the Subjects elude of real names.

The Subjects were seen as little more than lab rats to be used to archive the goal of the other vault dwellers. They were tested on from the very beginning of their lives and only taught the very basics, such as how to speak, read and perform math problems, the caution about the Subjects learning was to make sure to prevent a up rising. Dozens upon dozens of Subjects were lost in the project, some dying from the surgeries or others not being able to be compatible with the cybernetics leading to them being scrapped, but all the death and failures was the path that lead to the first success of the program.

The Subject XLR8, one of the Subjects that was projected to die the moment he was born, was the one that beat the odds. Not only did he survive the initial harsh treatments but he also was the first to have his whole left arm successfully replaced with a cybernetic one at the age of fifth teen, but this was only the beginning of his transformations. As the years went on more and more of his body would be replaced by cybernetic enhancements taking more and more of his humanity. By the time he was nineteen they had replaced ninety-three percent of his body with cybernetics, making sure to leave his human mind intact.

Though XLR8's body was cutting edge technology his mind was still that of a man's, a completely average one at that. So in an attempt to improve his mental power the scientists introduced a AI into his cybernetic system. The AI, who was referred to as Lyra, didn't overshadow his body but rather severed as a type of guide, it giving him advice or making him aware of anything he missed.

Despite his body modifications XLR8 did not begin to make a name for himself until he was twenty-two. That was when the vault began sending people out on various missions, be it recon, scavenging, or trading. They soon found that the Wastes were a dangerous place despite their weapons and armor so they decided to give their greatest success a test, see how well he handled out in the open.

That was the start of a countless number of missions that XLR8, who was given the name Xavier by Lyra to help him blend in the Wastes, went on for the vault. He performed recon, guarded the trading caravans that left the vault, he even took out possible threats to the vault like supermutant squads or raider camps. This went on for years, it being the time he received his gear, until the vault was taken into the Enclave.

The years since Xavier has been serving as a foot solider for Enclave until recently when he was approached with a offer.

Extra:
Xavier is quite in the dark when it comes to human interaction, being treated like a object his whole life, so he doesn't quite get concepts like relationships, remorse, guilt, politeness, etc.

Spliced

"Got any red vines in that bag?" Marshall called from the gas pump.

Elder Scrolls: Terror of the Padomaic

"Oi you don't whistle at me, I'm no damn dog." Tagorn grumbled out as he adjusted the sack that was still being hosted over his shoulder. The Wood elf's current mood could be accounted to the fact that after standing out in the sun for hours now his skin felt as if it was being tanned and turned to leather while it was still on his body. He then let the sack fall in front of him. "Your stuff should be in there. Hell every other bastard that got themselves locked up stuff should be in there." Tagorn said managing a slight smirk before looking over to Sharee. "Well the dull ears got a few of the local kittens to start a little spark and to entertain the guards for a while on our behalf." He said before he moved himself over to a tree's shade and plopped his elven rear on the grass. It was then that he pulled his mask down from his face leaving it around his neck, keeping his hood drawn up over his head, and pulled out a ebony flask from his boot. Engraved on the side of the flask in polished silver was what seemed to be a simple skull, but to the trained eye it would be known as a sign of Molag-Bal. The Bosmer unscrewed the top of flask before taking a long swing. As the flask left Tagorn's lips a soft smile came to his face as if the world was just lifted off his shoulders.

Fables Among Us

Little Miss Muffet's

Boogie couldn't help but grow a slight smile. "Well us fables who don't get the happy ever afters have to look out for each other or no one will." He said as he took a sip of his coffee. He never really thought about it but Rozalin was one of the few people that he could call a friend. Sure their were the trolls and the other monsters in Fabletown, but most of them were degenerates like Mickey. Boogie let out a light smirk. "Broom huh? I could fly home too, but we both know what will happen if I show my pretty mug." Boogie said with a sly smile before taking another drink of his coffee. "And you'd be surprised how little sleep you get when you know everything about nightmares." He said with a slight smirk before standing up. "Well I'm heading back and like I said before make sure to keep your nose clean because I'd hate to have to scar you straight." He said with a smile and his eyes turning into two glowing pits of deep yellow for a moment. He gave a slight nod to Rozalin and said goodbye to Miss Muffet before heading out the café.

The Woodlands Boogie's apartment

Boogie had taken a cab back to the Woodlands, not feeling up to walking the way back. He had just finished his coffee when he entered the building. Greeted by the usual sight of the sleeping guard Boogie made his way over to his mailbox. "Well isn't that a surprise nothing here." He said with a more than hardy amount of sarcasm before heading over to the elevator. The ride up was short as always, giving the once monster little time to think. Boogie had gotten off the elevator, made his way for his door and was reaching for his keys in his pocket when he noticed his door unlocked. The hell? Who could of unlocked it wait... no no Mickey wouldn't be that stupid would he? He thought to himself before he stepped closer to the door. As he put his hand on the nob and turned it he called into the apartment in a calm tone. "You know I'm the one who hides in the dark around here." He stepped into his apartment, letting his eyes flash their true normal color, and gave a quick scan of the kitchen and dining room. With a few more steps he was past the wall and into the living room. He almost immediately spotted Max, letting his eyes go back to normal. "The hell you doing here boy?" Boogie asked in an annoyed tone and crossing his arms.