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Name: Akira Fitzgerald

Age: 32

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Personality: Polite, friendly and against unneccessary violence, Akira can be considered a "White Knight" a "Goody Two Shoes" or someone who doesnt belong in the harsh realities of the wastes. Akira is overly protective, and a justicar at heart, extracting vengeance on raiders and murderers alike for willingfully performing crimes such as murder and slavery. Considered too polite and too nice for his own good, Akira tries not to accept caps from those of a poverty struck background, and simply asks for a small meal instead, showing off his very selfless nature, however he is merciless at his job, and when he knows an evil man or woman has commited an evil deed, no amount of begging or desires to "change their ways" will save them, a leopard can't change their spots as they say.

Those who are kind, honest of heart and desire a truely free wasteland devoid of political corruption and honest men will find him to be a joy to be around, sometimes quiet but friendly, inspired and quite the mortal booster, a person who they can rely on. If you are someone who is against his views, he will not take kindly to you, and will issue warning, though if you willingly admit to being a criminal, it wont take a second for him to gut you down, a warning many smug arrogant raiders seem to forget.

Faction: Wastelander 

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 10
Perception: 5
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 4

"Some say i'm too good for the wasteland, some say I shouldn't be alive, or that it's some form of miracle that I breathe. It always brings shock and surprise to others when I tell them of my ideals, tell them of my future plans, and what I wish to accomplish. Most laugh, mock me, or think me as just a foolish child... They can think whatever they please, but it won't stop me from pursuing my goals...

I will bring corruptionless peace to the wasteland... If not in my lifetime, then through those I persuade, who join my side, and those I father. The ones before the war stated once that Rome was never built in a day... This same statement applies. If you're reading this, then make a change for the better, live your life free of the manipulative crushing jaws of the radiated wastes, save lives, build our world to be prosperous for all... but most of all, don't give up... This is Akira Fitzgerald, not the leader, but a proud member of free men, signing off..." 

- One of the many holotapes Akira has left scattered across the wasteland.

Akira Fitzgerald was born unwanted, and was thus abandoned by the one who made him, just the unwanted child of a dirty back alley craven whore who selfishly left her own flesh and blood to die outside of the radiated wastes to be consumed alive by the horrors they laid beyond the city gates, at least, that's what would have taken his short lived life, had he not been carried up by a wandering caravan coming towards the gates an hour later. The group, consisting of 2 guards, Carla and Samuel, a grizzly dirty merchant nicknamed Deetz and their fat and filled brahmin Bertha noticed the child of Akira, gurning and screaming, and out of their hearts, or perhaps not wanting to pick up any guilt, safely carried the child off the grime and clothed him in a simple wrap, conflicted on what to do. 

Carla, holding onto the child decided to ask around as the group were selling off their goods to the city, and came across the whore herself, selling herself like the selfish woman she was. Carla, noticing just how she reacted to the woman and the baby in her grip could tell just whos child it was by a simple guilty glance in her eyes, and in a rush of both anger and unadultered rage dragged the whore out into the street, and proceeded to pummel her with her fists so violently that it drew a group around her, Samuel, having heard the commotion, was forced to drag her off the pulp beaten whore who quickly tries scrambling away, only to now have the whole community at the whores defense, seemingly not happy their 'property" was damaged. On the whores go, the whole town, or the ones who used the "product" removed their guns, and proceeded to open fire on both Samuel and Carla,  attempting to riddle the two into the dirt. Lucky for them, the two were able to make it out of the fire just fine, however deetz was not as lucky, as guardsmen outside the corrupt city, having noticed deetz with the two decided to personally greet him, before dragging him off in the street, to have thew whore from before repeatedly gut him like some form of sadistic raider, laughing along with her "friends", Carla and Samuel were both saved from the sight, as they fled through the sewers, escaping into the wastes with a child in their hands...

Both the two of them having survived, they reached the next town over, Samuel however, spat on carla, belittling her as nothing more than a loose cannon, an emotional train wreak and a blood shitting animal who could end up potentially killing him faster than any deathclaw could.  He left Carla, alone with a child in her arms, to fend for herself with nothing but her rifle, some caps and a broken heart.

Life raising Akira was not easy. Carla was forced to take every scummy job under the sun just to keep the baby fed and safe, reducing both her energy and her skills both, though she kept hope in her heart that it would be worth it, to repay Samuel and Deetz both for what she did, if she ever met them again. At the age of 7, Akira was noticeably a lot stronger than other children in the town, perhaps that meager hour in the grime of the wastes helped to sink some radiation into his system... in a positive way, he was much stronger than the others, and while he was a casual learner, his main skills remained in his ability to lift and carry, which the town saw as a welcome sight, giving him many jobs to help pay the cap rent of living in the town, and the more he aged, the stronger her became, even so much as to being able to hunt and maim things with his sheer strength, taking a job at the town butchery at age 10, easily able to surpass the cutting and finger strength of people aged around 20, he truly was a special child. 

When growing up, he was endlessly praised and raised by Carla, who he had no idea was not his true mother, and her words of wisdom, about the world, about looking after people, about taking care of the land stuck with him every moment of his life. He was very protective of his mother, though like Carla, coincidentally, he could not hold back his fists when it came to bullies or evildoers, and was the receiver of much abuse from others calling him a blood curdling animal for beating up assholes to within an inch of their breath, though behind the strong childs back, to the point where others became afraid of him, and this wasn't the end of his strife when Carla, having taken a hunting job ventured off into the wastes, never returned... Only to be found by settlers later, consumed alive, and dead, ambushed and cannibalized by geckos... Akira's spirit was crushed. 

Lonely from the lack of others being around him, Akira fell into a crippling depression at the age of 14, and attempted to commit suicide when he went off into the wastes to die alone, destroyed that everyone hated him for what made him special. He sat there, awaiting his cruel deathly fate, when the appearance of his grim reaper laid before him, its fangs, sharp and bloody, its body scaled and bulky, a deathclaw, was to be the boys reaper... yet... when it readied its claws for an easy kill, Akira's mind changed... he screamed and fled, not knowing what made his mind change, but the flashing face of his adopted mother, when he felt the sharp claws of its claw slice him from behind, creating a blood thick wound, the child was not dead, but all it would take is another quick slash... and yet his life was saved. 

A cloaked hooded figure screamed and bashed the deathclaw away with his own body... A bulky hunchbacked man, surrounded with blistering pours over his green face and feet, with grey hair patched on his disturbed face, twisted and manipulated beyond belief, a man radiated to the point where he was shaped like some form of monstrosity, given strength by radiation, but with a horrible figure, yet he spoke intelligently, and with a screech he climbed on top of the deathclaw, and proceeded to rip its throat out with his very hands, the child passed out soon after. 

Awakening several weeks later, Akira was awoken to the sight of a mutated, and large super mutant, shocked and about to scream at first, before realizing the man was his savior, he broke into tears, but was politely comforted. The man announced himself as Arthur Fitzgerald, a man who grew up in the wastes a despicable waste of life, a criminal, a murderer, a thief, one who would drink and fuck eagerly not caring about the world, until a job had gone wrong. Arthur explained, a man, with auburn hair, had kidnapped him, along with others, and had experimented on them, dumping them in what could only be described as a green acid. The group including himself were turned into super mutants, and he was the only one who retained his intelligence, his memories, his life, though was forced to work for this evil individual for many years as a slave, before Arthur was able to make his escape into the wastes. He saw these events, and the horrors he experienced as this misshaped monster a call to change his ways, to amend for his sins. 

Arthur turns out, was Akira's actual father. Arthur, having saw the child, felt a strong connection to him, but when the child grew to an adult, at the age of 20, and having slowly saw him strengthen up, he realized he was an almost splitting image of himself at that age. Arthur confessed this to Akira, claiming during his time as a criminal, he had sex with many whores, and one of them could have had him as a child, this is when Akira realized Carla was not the woman he thought she was, and it both saddened yet made him happy... that someone saved him without knowing him as flesh and blood. Akira, hugged his father happily, and they lived happily together until Akira's 27th, when Arthur died of unnatural causes. Super mutants were immune to radiation damage, yet he died of an illness, a sickness, a poison? The reason was unknown. What was known was that Akira was now alone, but not forgotten. His father gave him the co-ordinates of the many places he had visited as a young gun, and told him to go search for his mother, were she alive. Akira did just that.

It took him two years, on his 29th birthday to finally reach the town he was conceived in. It was then, he came into contact with the old, decrepit woman in a ragged dress sitting down outside the local bar, drinking selfishly to herself, yet surprised at Akira's appearance, claiming he was the double image of a youngin' she met once... "Arthur Darling". When Akira pressed her on it, asking her if she remembered any names, Carla for instance, she chuckled, and boasted on how she "beat her up" in her own words, and that she would have done the same to the kid in her arms, calling it a rotten piece of shit. The woman wasn't the wisest to just admit to everything, and without a second thought, Akira plunged his powerfist through her face, dissecting her entire cranium with one punch, before letting her fall... He then massacred the entire town, and burned its corrupt violent nature down into the ground, causing many to spread rumor of a "White Devil" having claimed the cities lives. 

Today, age 32, Akira desires to make the world void of killers and murders, by eliminating all of those who corrupt the world, he hopes to finally usher in a world of peace, and prosperity, a world he fully admits, he will not be allowed to live in, since he has soiled his own fingers in the blood of violence. He hopes those who follow him will help save the world from its own corruptible chokehold, no matter how much bloodshed it takes.

Weapon choice: Valentina sisters: Possesses perfectly maintained yet bloody power fists on each arm entirely surrounded in sharp spikes and razor wire, the left Valentina power fist possesses a custom battery pack, allowing him to send a powerful deadly volt of electricity through an opponent he grabs, though must recharge for 5 minutes after every grab, while the right Valentina power fist possesses a small flamethrower nozzle underneath the wrist, with enough fuel to last 30 seconds before refill, can burn opponents alive.
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