Post by Captain Jack on Oct 25, 2014 11:27:13 GMT -5
Character Name: George Stuart
Nickname(s): Georgie Boy
Race: Ghoul; Caucasian
Sex: Male
Age: 251
Birthplace: Washington D.C., U.S.A.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 183lb
Eye Color: Blue, with a white film/layer
Hair Color: N/A
Hair Style: Bald
Facial Hair: N/A
Skin Color: Spring-Green, with exposed lime-green muscle tissue
Build: Lightweight, but agile
Distinguishing Features: Distinct Green Glow, Clear Voice (for a ghoul), Deteriorated/Burnt skin around lips and eye sockets (due to eating green goo), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Constantly seems to be popping mentats
Profession: U.S. Army Marine (formerly), Mechanic (currently)
Skills:
Repair (highly skilled)
Small Guns (moderately skilled)
Stealth/Sneak (highly skilled)
Training: U.S. Army Basic Boot Camp Training, Basic Firearms Training, Advanced Firearms Training, Basic First Aid Training, Field Mechanic Training, Stealth/Covert-Ops Training
Other Abilities: Healed by radiation, When in areas of high radiation can emit a radioactive blast of energy which heals ghouls and harms humans or other non-ghoulified creatures
Apparel: Trenchcoat, Hiking Boots, Goggles (when necessary), Duffel Bag, Bandolier (beneath trenchcoat), White Regulation Army T-Shirt (highly stained), Army-Green Cargo Pants (highly stained), Party Hat (when high)
Weaponry: N99 10mm Pistol /w Laser and Suppressor (army edition, anchorage tint), R-91 Assault Rifle (army edition, black tint), Hunting Knife (rarely used as a weapon)
Other Equipment: 10mm Ammo Magazines (4), 5.56mm Ammo Magazines (7), Water Bottle (full, dirty), Metal Lunchbox (containing meat from hunted animals), Toolbox (containing screwdriver, wrench, spanner, fission battery, duct tape and various other miscellaneous items/tools for experimenting/tinkering and general maintenance)
Affiliation: Himself, Anyone who requires his services (for the correct amount of caps, of course)
Religious Belief: Atheist
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: George is very stubborn and defensive, and finds it hard to trust people or make firm friends due to events from his past. Quite inquisitive and curious, he can appear irritating or bothersome at times but is generally just trying to make a connection with someone, and just being cautious. George is generous, as long as he gets his fair share of caps; it's all about survival.
George J. Stuart was born in Washington D.C. to pair of extremely conservative and ill-equipped parents. His father was extremely detached and they had very little communication due to his stressful workload. His mother was too busy raising his four siblings to deal with George, which made him self-sufficient and self-reliance as a child. When he was 11, his father sent him to military school, as he believed American children were too lazy and were the cause of the economic situation in America at the current time.
Military school wasn't easy for an 11-year-old boy; it wasn't easy for anyone. If he got something wrong, he wouldn't be fed. If he talked back to his drill sergeant, he would be beaten. It was a tough, grueling experience that made George resentful of his parents and his country. Nevertheless, this harsh conditioning made him an apt cog in the American machine. After several years of training, he left military school and returned home, only for a day. His father was pleased that he had made it out of the school with a good, clean record and his mother was too busy to care. That day, he told his father he never wanted to see him again and left.
With the only other place he could go being the army barracks, he continued training and actually grew to like being a serviceman. There was little action in his first years, which of course made it quite boring for him at times and his job consisted of sitting around a base all day, getting high off of bootleg drugs that were smuggled onto the base. He was reprimanded one time when he was caught popping bootleg mentat pills on duty, and had to go to a narcotics anonymous group for a year, and was on probation for 6 months. Later on, finally it seemed, the anchorage war came around. George was one of the first to be sent to the frozen, Chinese-infested wasteland, and it wasn't all he had hoped for it to be. Many of his friends died during battles, and the stress of having to repair robots on the field was exasperating. The blood of both Chinese and American soldiers scarred him for life, and left a deep, irreversible mark on his memories and his psyche. After 3 years barely surviving each battle, he was finally sent home. But he couldn't fit in with regular society anymore.
Times were tough, and he was living on the streets for the years up until the atomic devastation. He was addicted to mentats and alcohol, and was living in a homeless shelter in the poorer parts of D.C. When the bombs fell, it was actually quite refreshing in a way. However, his close proximity to the explosion made him more radioactive than most ghouls when his transformation took place. It wasn't easy, but it was easier than living off of scraps thrown at him by people who had their pockets lined with enough money to feed him three full meals and all of his homeless friends. Seeing as he knew what the effect would be on society, he made sure to visit his old army barracks and grab himself an assault rifle and a 10mm pistol (as well as some attachments for good measure). Originally, things were hard; the only other living things were people like him. He had to kill people for scraps of food, and had to take shelter in abandoned buildings during the nuclear winter. Eventually, he set out across the wasteland for the next few decades, occasionally making a friend but normally only finding solace in robots and inanimate objects. Every now and then humans would come out from Vaults or from other shelters and take potshots at him due to his appearance, and he would return fire. His radioactivity made him quite unpopular, and made him depressed (although he could nab all the nice loot people didn't want to touch if it was highly irradiated).
Life never got easier, and to this day he remains a recluse, hiding in metros or in abandoned sewer waystations, fixing things and building others; his only friends being a wrench, a screwdriver and some duct tape.
(I would like to give Endicott a lot of credit for the history, as he actually wrote it based on a draft copy (that was nothing compared to this)).