Post by Endicott on Aug 11, 2014 13:55:18 GMT -5
Character Name: Fredrick Smithson
Nickname(s): "The Judge", "Your Honour"
Race: Human; Caucasian
Sex: Male
Age: 59
Birthplace: Vault 115, Washington D.C.
Height: 6'0
Weight: 179lb
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Grey
Hair Style: Unkempt, kept in a ponytail
Facial Hair: Rough Stubble
Skin Color: On the paler side
Build: Not too agile due to this age and his crippled condition
Distinguishing Features: Midwestern Accent, Dark circles around eyes, Obsession with death
Profession: Right-Wing Radical, Leader and co-founder of The Jury
Skills:
Speech, masterful
Melee Weapons, extensive
Firearms, moderate
Repair, extensive
Training: Aside from basic combat training/firearms training/melee training, he has received advanced mechanic training while working as a maintenance worker in the Vault
Other Abilities: Aside from being darkly charismatic, none
Apparel: Blue Workman's Jacket, Grimy White Shirt, Black Jeans, Steel-Toe-Capped Boots, Light Vault 115 Ballistic Vest (kept beneath his shirt)
Weaponry: Although he uses a variety of available melee weapons e.g. hammers, lead pipes, etc., his main weapons consist of a Small Metal Blackjack and a .44 Magnum Revolver (both of which are considerably aged)
Other Equipment: Since most of what he needs is in the courthouse, he doesn't carry much: Stimpaks (x3), RadAway (x1), Rad-X (x3), Bottle of Water (x1), Cane (x1), Wheelchair (x1)
Affiliation: The Jury, Vault 115 (formerly)
Religious Belief: Atheist
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual, Necrophiliac
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Fredrick has taken a long and dark descent into what can only be described as madness. His vindictiveness knows no bounds, and nor does his insatiable appetite for death. Where as once he was kind and considerate, hoping for a better world, now his only wish is to construct that better world out of the blood of his enemies. On the outside, he appears calm and collective, calculating but not cold. On the inside lies a brooding, scarred shell of a man that is beyond any form of redemption, but is too conceited with his "achievements" to see this.
Fredrick Smithson was born in Vault 115, and was descent from a revered member of the capitalist extremist party; Franklin Smithson. This of course meant he had a lot of to live up to, and his childhood was a nightmare as a result. Tests were made specifically harder for him, he had little time to engage in activities with friends and family due to the amount of study and practice he was doing and he grew up quite sheltered as a result. His intelligence and ability was not in question, but his willingness to live up to great grandfather's level was.