Duke

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Character Name:Robert Gleeson

Nickname(s): Duke

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 45 (14th October 2238)

Birthplace: The Hub



Height: 5”8”

Weight: 170lbs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Brown

Hair Style: Curly

Facial Hair: Thick Bushy Beard

Skin Color: White

Build: Chunky

Distinguishing Features: Tattoo of Bear wearing Boxing gloves on his back




Profession: Trader

Skills: Firearms, Hand-to-hand, Bartering

Training: Trading/ Bartering, How to look after Brahmin


Other Abilities: Boxing

Apparel: Yellow Trucker cap, Blue chequered shirt, Denim jacket, blue jeans, brown boots.


Weaponry: Double-barrelled Shotgun, .45 Auto-Pistol

Other Equipment: Old wooden pipe, tobacco, Large police flashlight



Affiliation: Royal Duke Limited

Religious Belief: Christian

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Outgoing, friendly, knows everyone (including you)

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No-one really remembered where Duke came from. One minute he wasn’t there, the next, there was a new homeless urchin living in the alleyways of The Hub. People reckon he was the offspring of some travellers, and abandoned at the Hub.
When he reached twelve, he got a job on a small-time caravan, where he helped the guards and traders with odd jobs, he also participated in fights with rival caravans, where the watchers would make a ring and drink and make bets while two boys slugged it out, he became a very good boxer. He learned a great deal about running a trade caravan in those years. When he was eighteen, he had saved enough to buy a shotgun, a Brahmin and a cart.
He founded Royal Duke Limited and started at trade route between The Hub and Vault city. I t became fairly successful. After a few years of trading, Duke met a drunk called Albert in a sleazy bar in Vault City. Albert slurred out something about working as a guard. Duke was reluctant for good reasons, but raiding was on the rise and Albert was the only one available. Duke had little money to pay him with, so Duke gave him 25% of the company.
Surprisingly, Albert sobered up very quickly once they were on the road, and showed his prowess with his rusty old rifle many times. He revealed to Duke his life previously as a Desert Ranger, and they soon after became very good friends.
Another few years went by, and Royal Duke Limited had expanded, gaining a second Brahmin and a third stop in The Boneyard. Life was tough; with road-side robbings becoming ever more likely, a strange young man with an even stranger sword approached them one night and asked for a job. He named himself as ‘Hunter’, and showed the worth of his name by catching them all dinner. Duke took him on almost immediately, taking a liking to the boy.
Once the raiding dried up, Royal Duke Limited’s profits sky-rocketed. They were now touring almost the entirety of NCR territory, making stops at every major town and dozens of smaller settlements on the way. During a stop at The Hub, Duke was harangued and bothered every waking minute by a boy known as ‘Growler’, who desperately wanted to join the now famous caravan. Growler’s enthusiasm reminded Duke of himself, and took Growler on as an apprentice.
In March, 2272, Duke made the announcement that he was moving the caravan to the Mojave, explaining he was getting old, and wanted to see more of the world. No-one disagreed, and they arrived at the Mojave Outpost in late November.
Within a week of arriving in the Mojave, the caravan was assaulted by a Legion raiding party. Albert was able to spot the sun glinting off their armour, so it wasn’t a complete surprise ambush, but one of the recruits was able to plunge his machete into the flesh of Dukes arm, Duke retorted by shooting the recruit in the leg with his pistol. When the survivors retreated, they left the injured recruit to die. Against the others advice, Duke allowed the Legion slave to live, even pulling the bullet out of the man’s leg himself. In return, the Legionnaire revoked his pledge to Caesar and instead make on to Duke, revealing his name to be Crow, he promised to guard Duke from all dangers for the rest of his days. Duke was quite pleased he didn’t want any wages.
The group had been in the Mojave about a decade, and had placed a firm foot in the way of Crimson Caravan’s complete economic takeover. When walking along the winding road north of Vegas, heading to Jacobstown, a group of drugged-up raiders attacked them. They were only kids, and they surrendered easily enough when the caravan took down a few. They offered a girl as a slave to stay behind, in exchange for their survival. Amazing everyone, Duke accepted, but when the teenager fled, Duke offered the girl, who introduced herself as Sandy, a job. He said that he had watched her during the fight, and that she was the only competent one of the raiders. Sandy took the job, and even promised to give up Psycho.
Royal Duke Limited continue to tour the Mojave to this day, making a tidy profit and having a few adventures along the way.