Post by The Steel Magnum on Oct 2, 2014 18:45:52 GMT -5
Below is a picture of Kate, it may be NSFW, depending on your opinion of the picture.
{Spoiler}{Picture of Kate, may be NSFW, depending on opinion of the picture.}
Nickname(s): Katie
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Birthplace: Some abandoned shack in the wasteland.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 120lbs
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Style: Ponytail
Skin Color: Slight Tan
Build: Slender, yet toned. Well.. just look at the picture.
Distinguishing Features: Her green eyes.
Profession: Wastelander, Drifter, occasional Mercenary.
Skills: Small Guns, Repair, Survivalist, and Bartering.
Training: Her father taught her how to shoot a gun when she was very young, he also taught her weapon/gear maintenance, how to live off the wasteland, and how to deal with other people she might meet out there, whether the encounter was to trade, or violance. All skills necessary for a Caravaner.
Other Abilities: She's a damn fine shot with her pistol, dead eye accurate. Her father didn't waste his time teaching her.
Apparel: She wears an old tank top(as seen above, minus the midriff) and and old brown duster coat overtop. The duster has a few holes in it, a gift given to her by the many people who shot at her in the past. On her hands are black fingerless gloves, to help her hold her old revolver which is usually in its holster resting on her bandoleer belt.
Weaponry: .44 magnum revolver, her father's. A combat knife. And a pump-action shotgun she leaves holstered on her back.
Other Equipment: A wallet for her caps, a cantine for water, a flask for booze. She caries a simple repair kit, and various chems either to sell or for self medicating. Lastly, a pack of cigarettes she keeps in her coat pocket, its a tough world.
Affiliation: "Anyone who pays caps, or doesn't shoot me in the back.... or front."
Religious Belief: "Who in their right mind would believe in a god in this hell hole?"
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: "Yeah, most men are either dicks, psychopaths or both, I'll pass."
Personality: Kate has trust issues, she's been out in the wasteland for too long. Most of her encounters with other people are comprised of; mutants, raiders, or the occasional friendly townsfolk who let you in, feed you, then try to eat you. She can come off as cruel and hard, but thats because in the wasteland only the heartless survive. She has a nasty temper, and an itchy trigger finger, but generally she's an okay person to be around. She's no raider, not a psycho, as far as she knows. Just don't try to steal from her, she'll put a bullet in your head before you can say "Well... shit.."
This story begins with two well respected husband-and-wife Caravaners, John and Alison. Unfortunately, tragedy struck once Alison, who was eight months pregnant at the time, came into labor, as they were all alone in the middle of the wasteland, and their supply of chems were very low. Alison Lawson died giving birth to her daughter, Kate.
John was heartbroken at the death of his beloved wife, and he used his sorrow and pain to remind himself to never let anything happen to their only daughter. By the time Kate was able to hold a gun, she was being taught how to fire it, her father was a good shot with a gun, and he passed down his knowledge to her. Their Caravan business was still operational, so Kate learned much about bartering and general interactions with other people out in the wasteland, friendly or not. While being in the caravan business, Kate also picked up skills in weapons and gear maintenance, because dust of the wasteland and the long routes to costumer settlements leads to supply that needs heavy maintenance along the way.
Kate felt relatively safe with her father growing up, the caravan never really had too much trouble over the years. This never stopped John from teaching her the skills of survival, always telling her that he won't always be around to protect her, and that she is never safe out in the wasteland. Kate learned to live off the wasteland, poking through abandoned buildings for supplies, hunting the various animals, and gathering useful herbs. John was preparing Kate for the day he might die, and leave his daughter out in the wasteland to make her own life. Unfortunately, that time came sooner than both of them would have liked...
About the time Kate was around eighteen years old, her father developed a distinct cough. At first it was nothing to worry about, but soon the cough became more frequent, and bloody. Stimpack and other chems seemed to hold him over for a while, until one morning, John had a hard time getting up from his sleeping mat. His energy failed him, and soon after that day, John Lawson died in his sleep... chocked on his own blood. No matter how good you are at surviving the wasteland, no matter how good of a shot you are with a gun. The Wasteland will kill you in the end, for Kate's father, radiation gave him cancer in his lungs.
Kate abandoned the caravan a year later, finding hauling a huge cache of food, supplies, and weaponry only to sell it to random strangers is a dumb idea that will get her killed. She took what she could carry from the stash, and burried it, maybe to return someday. Kate became a lone wanderer, a woman who never stays too long in one place. She may offer some supplies for caps, or maybe offer her hand in mercenary work, but on her average day.. Kate is alone, surviving.. letting the Wasteland guide her.. and when the Wasteland deems it time to take her life as it did her father's... she'll be ready for her fate.
