Post by Salvahkiin on Dec 10, 2013 1:26:26 GMT -5
Character Name: Banjo
Nickname(s): Ol' Banjo
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 53
Birthplace: Megaton
Height: 5'10
Weight: 68 kg
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Light Brown, Greying.
Hair Style: Full head of hair.
Facial Hair: Gentleman's Moustache (Like in picture)
Skin Color: Lightly Tanned
Build: Athletic
Distinguishing Features: Nothing is really special about Banjo, he's average in just about every way.
Profession: Wasteland Scavenger
Skills: Firearms, Minor Traps, Minor Medical.
Training: No Training. All of his expertise is self-taught through trial and error.
Other Abilities: Banjo can stomach almost anything.
Apparel: Blue shirt, leather overalls, brahmin-hide pants. Banjo has ballistic pads covering his shoulders, elbows and knees. He also wears a pair of gloves, a brahmin-hide hood, and goggles when necessary.
Weaponry: Hunting Rifle on back holster, 10mm Pistol on hip holster, .32 Pistol in his boot, Combat Knife in a hip sheath for skinning game, and personal defense.
Other Equipment: Camping Backpack for storing all of his travel items and snagged game.
Affiliation: Himself, Rivet City (partially)
Religious Belief: Athiest, believes if there was a god, it would have saved them from War, or at least helped them rebuild.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Banjo is a bit of your optimistic scavenger, always seeing the glass as half full. He's just waiting for that big snag that'll net him lots of caps, and then he can live and drink in peace. He doesn't like scavenging, but he's good at it, and it nets him caps. He'll try to always cheer people up, even if he is down.
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Banjo's father was an abusive alcoholic, and wound up dead when his wife was pregnant with Banjo. To make matters worse, when Banjo was brought into this world via emergency Caesarian Section, his mother died, due to the medical staff unable to stop the amount of blood, and due to not entirely sterile and effective tools. He was basically brought up by the townsfolk of Megaton. He learned a little bit on how to shoot by watching the Sheriff at the time. At age 14, he began working for the sheriff as a deputy. His job was to scout around the town, and alert the guard when there was an enemy coming. He wasn't paid, but got a gun, and ammunition.
He enjoyed it, but wanted solid caps, and when he was 17, decided to try scavenging. He scavenged through a lot of placed near Megaton, and when they ran out, he began going further out. One trip, he made it to Rivet City, and was astounded by the magnificence of it, it was more civilised then Megaton. As Banjo was a fit, muscular young man, and seemed to have training with a gun, was given a job on the city guard.
He got good pay, and his skill in firearms got better, and while he was ahead, he turned to scavenging, he was just about 32 now, and got better at picking the right things to sell. He plowed through most of the wasteland, and sometimes went into D.C itself, although those trips were rare, and for a specific item. He made his home base Rivet City, as it was a stable community.
Banjo found that trudging through old ruin were taking a toll on his body, and that hunting animals would net him a lot more money then junk, and he wasn't too bad at it either, he had a steady enough hand to aim correctly, and knew how to hit 'em where it hurts. He got a lot more money then scavenging, but he's had the occasional mauling, and learned to keep another weapon, a .32 pistol in his boot, for when everything else is gone.
In his now elderly age, people have started to call him Ol' Banjo, and he isn't as nimble as he was twenty years ago, he now spends a lot of his time waltzing around Rivet City, socialising, but goes on the occasional hunt to "Go down memory lane".