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Emil



{ "A hero? Heh, no. Heroes save people, I just make bad people go away." }
- General Characteristics -

| {Full Name} |
Emil M. Sauer


| {Nickname/Callsign} |
Emil


| {Age} |
25 years old


| {Gender} |
Male


| {Face Claim} |
Joshua Sasse


| {Dialogue Color} |
ORANGE


| {Appearance} |
Emil stands 185 cm tall, has dark brown hair and hazel colored eyes. His facial hair is well kept considering his wastelander background. Even if Emil does not eat as much as he would like to, he has an athletic build that suggests that he is no stranger to manual labor and the like. He has numerous scars littered across his body but the most prominent of which is a scar on his back. Other than the scars, he has fair skin leaning towards the brown side of the spectrum.


- Psychological Profile -


| {Personality} |
Emil has a levelheaded and friendly demeanor that gives a strong vibe of 'that one guy whose everyone's friend.' Though, in truth, this is a coping mechanism to repress painful memories of the past and a means to ensure he has control over his emotions for the most part. Due to this, Emil has little to no issue to working with others. Though he would prefer to have the company, he is more than capable of working by himself. 

Though once he recognizes you as someone evil or irredeemable, his eyes grow cold and fill with killing intent...as if someone flipped a switch inside of him.


| {Fears/Limitations} |
Emil enjoys the taste of alcohol a little too much. He claims that the act of sharing a drink with others makes the taste more satisfying and forms strong bonds, but he only wishes to dull the pain of the nightmares that haunt him every other night. He also dislikes the dark very much.


| {Place of Origin} |
Emil was born in the town of Jacksonville, Oregon to a small family of four. After the escaping slavery, he relocated himself and lived and worked in various cities in California under NCR control.


| {Background} |
Born in May 22, 2262 in a small farming town of Jacksonville, Oregon. Emil was the youngest in the small family of brahmin ranchers. Even though he was the youngest of his siblings, he did not let that stop him from getting into shenanigans and misadventures with his older brothers. May it be simple pranks or exploring some nearby abandoned buildings for stuff to sell for caps, Emil was never left out much to the worry of his parents. Emil's curiosity and interest in machinery sprouted at the young age of 8, when spending time with one of his brothers when he was fixing the family's radio. He found the act of repairing and fixing something so complex in a matter of minutes so impressive that he himself started to learn how things work so that he could fix 'em when they break. Years of hard, but honest, work as well as interacting with others gave him a good work ethic and a number of skills he still uses to this date.

The peaceful farm life was a dream come true to those many tired and weary souls sick of the harshness of the wastes...but peace is something very transient in a place like the wastes. It was the late fall of the year 2274 when a group of slavers had set their predatory eyes upon the small town of Jacksonville. The town's militia was equipped to defend against small curious critter and the occasional small band of lightly armed raiders, not against 50 heavily armed slavers. It was a one sided slaughter and the slavers seized the whole town in under one night. The slavers segregated the townsfolk into groups. Men and women. Adults and children. Assets and liabilities... The slavers killed those that were deemed liabilities to them; may it be the ones who resisted and refused to submit, the sick, the old, or the crippled. They killed without mercy or humanity. Emil still has nightmares about what happened to his family.

It was also the last time he tasted freedom for years. It took 8 long years for him to finally get an opportunity to escape this hell. The price was costly. Three bullets in the back costly. He had wandered for hours and he was at the brink of death when a tall man with a hooded field jacket rescued him and nursed him back to health. The man's name was Felix. Felix would be the one to teach the young Emil how to take control of his emotions to prevent the hate and malice that filled his heart to the brim from consuming him, but rather transforming that hate and malice into a resolve to deliver punishment to those deserving. After learning that lesson, Emil spent the next couple years learning various things like: handling energy weapons, surviving off the land, crafting items, and creating and using explosives. When Emil learned all that he could learn, Felix sent his student off.

He dedicated the next few years of his life to protecting others while seeking and destroying evil he found as best he could. People may have called him a hero, but he considers himself to be just some mercenary that has his heart in the right place. 

The Pariah would soon take notice of Emil and offer him a job...


- Survival Characteristics -


| {Non-Combat Skills} |
Can I Take a Look at That? = Emil has a thorough knowledge of maintaining and repairing items. He is also capable of modifying them if given the proper workplace and materials. 
We Could Probably Eat It. = Emil is an experienced survivalist and can make meals/drinks out of the most unlikely of items...most of the time.
I Can Make Something From These... = Emil knows a number of crafting recipies and can make a multitude of items given proper materials.
Jack be Nimble. = Emil is light on his feet and is more agile than the average individual.
Got a Nice set of Pipes = Emil, believe it or not, likes to sing operatic music and other old world music.


| {Possessions} |
Durable Knapsack
 Dried Food and Water
 Bottle of Rum
 Bundle o' Meds
 Tool Roll
 Spare Parts (Varied)
 Crafting Materials (Varied)
 Sleeping Roll
 Flint & Steel
 Worn Picture
 Spare Gas Mask Filters
 Hand held lamp/Power-bank (Solar Powered) 
 Lucky Pendant


| {Combat Skills} |
Laser Commando = Emil prefers the use of energy weapons, lasers in particular, and is very skilled at using them. 
Explosives are fine too. = Emil knows how to create and effectively use his explosives in both in and out of combat situations. 
That all you got? = Emil has experienced a difficult life and it shows. It has been tried and tested that Emil is more durable than average individuals.
Packs one HELLUVA Punch = Emil's energy flintlock is not for show. It produces a beam so strong it pierces thick plates of armor and bone with terrifying ease at the cost of 1 full Electron Charge Pack.
Reflexes of a Caffeinated Weasel = Emil's difficult life and line of work make it so that he can react and respond to situations at the drop of a hat.


| {Gear} |
1 x Laser RCW "Cruel Virtue" (Scoped w/ Enhanced Capacitor) 
1 x Energy Flintlock "Hope's End"
1 x Survival Knife "The Huntsman"
1 x Cloaked Riot Armor and Gas mask
3 x Bundles of Dynamite (3 sticks each)
20 x Electron Charge Packs

@Zeroth

It was a stalemate between the young dire rat and the poisoned slime. The moments that passed, felt like hours as both of them waited and anticipated the other to attack. Ed had the advantage of time; something the slime did not. The stalemate was soon broken by the desperate slime, hoping to kill the dire rat before the poison did. It lunged at Ed in the shape of a malformed and awkward curve, much like a horse shoe. Time slowed to barely a snail's pace in Ed's perspective. This was it. The mistake he was waiting the slime to make. His only opportunity to end this fight. 
Ed's brain instantly fired millions of signals that his body was well and ready to receive. Ed swore that he felt every sinew, every single muscle fiber, in his body react to the sudden assault. One second Ed was still on the cave floor, about to be crushed by the slime's attack. In the next he had jumped backwards and was a half-meter away from his original position; watching the slime's attack fail. The slime's desperate attack missed and now it was Edward's turn to act. He could feel the adrenaline running through his system mix with anger once again as he closed the distance in a blink of an eye. He was upon the weakened slime; teeth and claws at the ready with eyes filled with grim determination to end the slime's life then and there.

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