Rusty

Character Name: Rusty

Nickname(s): N/A

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Birthplace: DC ruins



Height: 5’9”

Weight: 135~ lbs

Eye Color: Pale green

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: thick on the top and wild, shaved on the sides and back.

Facial Hair: None

Skin Color: Caucasian

Build: average in build, reasonably healthy (for a wasteland kid)

Distinguishing Features: His eye patch and the bandages wrapped around his head.



Profession: Mercenary (with a plan to join Reilly’s Rangers)

Skills: Craftsmanship able to repair things, reset traps and disarm them. Firearms, he’s a decent shot. Survival, living in the wasteland he knows what’s safe to eat and what’s not safe.

Training: Due to his father being a scavenger and bringing Rusty into the life from childhood, Rusty has training in craftsmanship and surviving in the wasteland. His mother taught him to shoot though, since she was always the better shot, so everything he knows is from her.

Other Abilities: He can cook pretty well, or as well as any other wasteland guy. He’s a dab hand at making explosives, though he’s a little against explosives.

Apparel: He wears a battered mechanic’s jacket over a brown shirt and vest underneath. His pants are black, with a belt and a bunch of pouches on it. He wears a black eye patch and dirty bandages around his head holding dressing over his patched eye. He has old boots repaired over time.

Weaponry: a battered Chinese assault rifle and crowbar

Other Equipment: Rusty usually carries a satchel bag on his back. Inside the satchel is a lunchbox with food and water. Sometimes carries some mines with him, a few lock picks, a fission battery powered lantern and some bottle caps



Affiliation: Unofficially affiliated with Reilly’s Rangers, but he’s currently on his own.

Religious Belief: He believes in a higher power, but he doesn’t know what’s there, though he has a bit of faith in luck, which was instilled in him by the rangers.

Sexual Preference: He hasn’t really had a chance to find out, but he figures he’s into girls.

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Rusty’s a good guy, at least that’s what he sees himself as. He wants to help people and make their life better, which was inspired by his encounter with Reilly’s Rangers. They inspired him to go into the wasteland and gain experience to help people (and ultimately prove himself to the Rangers in order to join them. This makes him a little naïve and a bit too trusting. He’ll help people if needed, almost without question. His experiences with the Super Mutants have left him with something of a fear of them, and will get the shivers when in their territory.

Rusty’s not that intelligent, at least in the way of books. Rusty can’t read, though he’s never needed to, as he’s always lived in the ruins of DC. He’s good with his hands, and is a tactile learner. Due to his lack of being able to read, he has become something of a technophobe, and computers kind of baffle him to an extent (he can’t use them).



Rusty was born in the ruins of DC like many other wasteland kids. His father and mother (and a few of their prospector friends) had cleaned an office in one of the many ruined buildings in preparation for the birth. It was clean enough for the birth without any real complications, luckily, and so Rusty was born. Growing up, Rusty was protected from the elements and the dangers of the wasteland by being hidden away in the basement of an office building. This isolationist childhood would continue well into his teens as his parents kept to themselves, only trading with those who looked friendly.

Naturally Rusty grew to associate humans with the kind of people his parents brought to them, as he never saw any other kind of people. Had his parents known this, they might’ve altered their parenting style, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case and so Rusty grew into the man he is today. Throughout his teens and some of his childhood, his father taught him to tinker with objects. Many times the two sat at the desk and fiddled with devices. As he got older, his father moved him onto traps and explosives. At about the same time, his mother started to teach the boy how to shoot in the basement he had grew up in. She knew that the Super Mutants were spreading across the wasteland and so were the raiders. It was only a matter of time before they were in immediate danger and so it was time for him to train properly.

Rusty’s training kept him busy until he reached adulthood, where began to go on supply runs with his father and mother. Inevitably Rusty ended up getting his first taste of reality when he and his parents were attacked by raiders on their way to Rivet City. Rusty had almost gotten himself shot when he tried talking to them, when his mother pulled him behind some rubble. She realised at that moment what she had done, a decided she would then teach him how to survive in the wasteland. After a few hours of standoff and occasional gun fire between the two parties, the raiders eventually gave up after a passing group of mercenaries wandered past.

A couple of years later, Rusty’s mother had trained him to survive in the wasteland to keep him safe and aware that there were a lot of people in the world that wanted to kill him for sometimes no reason. Though he didn’t really believe her when she told him, wanting to believe otherwise, he took her training to heart, just in case. Rusty didn’t however leave the company of his parents though, opting to spend his time with them and continue to help their scavenging work.

The peaceful life tucked away in their corner of the wasteland wasn’t to go on forever however and ultimately it had to end.

It ended one cold night; Rusty had been lying in bed when the door to their home was smashed open. The sound was immediately followed by shouting, then crazed screaming and then gunfire. Rusty grabbed his gun and rushed to the stairs. The door burst open and in the dim light, all Rusty saw was a yellow fist before he blacked out.

The next thing Rusty remembered was waking up inside a cage inside a green tent with a rusted bunk bed frame and a fire. Crazed ramblings could be heard all around him outside of the tent. His lip had been bleeding and he felt like he’d been hit by a truck... which wasn’t that far from the truth. He moved slightly and the cage rattled alerting the mutants to his consciousness and suddenly one of them stomped into the tent. It mocked him and opened the cage, dragging him out and tossing him out of the tent and into the sun lit camp. Blood stained the ground around him and there were mutilated corpses scattered about. Fortunately for Rusty, none of them appeared to be his parents. Rusty sat there amongst the mutants, his wrists bound. Through the pain he tried to talk, but the mutants ignored him. In fact all they did was build the fire. It almost looked like they were preparing for something. Rusty tried talking to them, but louder this time before one turned to him and grabbed him by the throat. Its grip was tight and constricting, stopping him from breathing. It was then that another mutant intervened and shouted something about not messing with the food and wanting to hear the screams. The mutant loosened the grip on Rusty’s throat, but it suddenly pulled out a combat knife and took it to Rusty’s face. The mutant took pleasure as it scratched the blade across his face before pushing it into the eye socket and clumsily ripping out his eye. Screaming in pain and bleeding profusely from the wound, Rusty was dropped. Rusty faded in and out of consciousness during the events that followed, but he was pretty sure the scene exploded into gunfire and explosions.

The next thing Rusty knew was that people were kneeling over him and holding him in place. He could still feel pain, but it was lessened some. He looked at the nearest person, dressed in armour and fell unconscious just as he saw the logo of two swords on the background of a plant. When he woke up again Rusty was in some laboratory with the armoured people and some ghouls. Rusty was informed that he had been saved by Reilly’s Rangers and had been brought to Underworld to be patched up. His eye had been lost, but he was at least living, which was probably more than could be said about the other people in the mutant camp.

Though he was grateful for the help and kind of blown away at the ranger’s actions, he asked them to help him return him. Though initially they were a little awkward about accepting his request they eventually decided to help him home.

Eventually they made it to his home, and it was utterly trashed. Everything was broken or smashed. Though there was no sign of his parent’s bodies, there was an awful lot of blood and at least one mutant corpse that was still clutching its Chinese assault rifle. Rusty eventually came to the realisation that his parents were dead. He thanked the rangers and gave them whatever he could find and they were on their way. Rusty took the mutant’s rifle and strapped it to his back. After he gathered up what supplies were left he decided to leave his home and take to the wastes. He figured that maybe he could join the Rangers in the future, but first he’d do some good in the world, and “share the love”… or whatever that guy on the radio said.