Post by salamander on Oct 17, 2014 22:10:43 GMT -5
((Does Not have Armor, and hair is shorter.))
Character Name: Naomi Hirkaza
Nickname(s): N/A
Race:
Asian
Sex:
Female
Age:
26
Birthplace:
Somewhere in Pennsylvania
Height:
5'6
Weight:
153
Eye Color:
brown
Hair Color:
Dark Brown
Hair Style:
Short
Facial Hair:
N/A
Skin Color:
Tan
Build:
Small, Lean and fit.
Distinguishing Features:
N/A
Profession: Mercenary
Skills: Katana, Assault Rifles, Outdoorsman
Training:
Samurai Training, Firearms Training, Survival Training (Self-taught)
Other Abilities:
A good cook.
Apparel:
A Desert colored bandana
A desert colored jacket and white T-shirt underneath
Blue jeans
Tan Backpack
Weaponry:
Katana, M4A1 and a revolver
Other Equipment: Ammo, food and water.
Affiliation:
N/A
Religious Belief: N/A
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:
An inherently nice person, she'll help anyone in need, money or no. She's quiet and has a way to blend into the background when she wants. She can be very deceiving a times as well. Trekking the wastes has taught her that she can't just fight off everything.
Character History: Naomi was born and raised somewhere in Pennsylvania. Her parents were farmers who sold half of their crops to the town nearby. Naomi's family prized their heritage and made sure all their children learned about Japan. Her family kept their heritage alive by passing down books and literature from the vault they came from. When the Hirkaza family first emerged from the Vault, they were many in number. They built a great big farm, and supplied the town that the other Vault dwellers founded. Though the family and farm was large, the town didn't have the means to help protect them and so they had to fight off large raids from outlaws, savages and raiders. Eventually the farm got smaller and the family members started leaving in search of an easier life. After nearly a century, Naomi and her parents were probably the only Hirkazas for miles. Everything to know about Japan, Naomi knew it. She was raised and taught to defend herself in the way of the Samurai. Discipline, honor, a code to live her life by. She was taught how to fight with a gun and sword, practicing nearly everyday since the age of 11. She was taught the ways of the land and all it's dangers. Her father died when she was 17 from a raider gunshot wound. Naomi and her father were very close and his death sent her into a rage. She grabbed his katana and left home. A week later, she returned with the head of the leader of that group of raiders and burned it at his funeral. After that, Naomi could never get back into the routine of farmer life. So she packed up and left home. Naomi's uncle lived in town, so she wasn't worried about her mother being lonely. Perhaps one day she would go back.
Wasteland life was hard on Naomi. And Pennsylvania was a brutal wasteland. Before leaving home, Naomi had never killed anyone. That changed 3 days after she left home. She had made good distance, about 35 miles out from the farm, but she could already feel the weariness of long distance travel. The sun was starting to sink and she had spotted what looked like a gas station.
Naomi turned the corner and saw a decrepit gas station, it's logo faded and peeled. She sighed with relief, her feet had been killing her all day and she couldn't wait to sit down and eat what little food she had. She approached the building taking no notice to the skeleton by the door. The wasteland was full of skeletons that weren't obliterated by the bombs. She put a hand on the door knob and another hand on the hilt of her katana. In one motion she opened the door and unsheathed her katana and went in. She held her sword in a ready stance, looking around the dim room. She saw a lump in the corner, and when her eyes adjusted she saw it was a man. He was dressed like one of the people back in Starton! She lowered her katana and approached the sleeping man, she saw beer bottles strewn all over the place. She sheathed her weapon and kicked the man in the side. He awoke with a start, holding a stapler like a gun. "Whos Ther!?" he demanded belligerently, spittle slid down his poorly shaven chin. "Um, Hi." she said timidly, he jerked his head in her direction and, when seeing she was female, gave her a yellow tooth smile. "Well hello there. Who might you be?" he asked, wiping the yellow spittle from his chin. He hopped to his feet and Naomi noticed he was a good bit taller than her. "I'm Naomi, and I was wondering if I could stay here for the night." The man's twisted smile got wider and he extended a grimy hand. "Why it would be my pleasure. I'm Roger by the way. And you are a fine looking woman." Naomi chuckled nervously, "Thank you." she said, while scooting further away from him. He noticed the move. "Aw, don't be that way. Come over here and sit. Ol' Roger will keep every part of ya warm and safe." Naomi backed up until she hit the wall. "I'm fine over here, thank you." Roger scowled and got up, sauntering over to her, putting both hands on the wall, so she was between his arms. And he whispered to her "What's wrong? You ain't ever seen a real man before?" Naomi started to panic and pleaded "Please back up." Roger grinned and leaned in real close, "I'll show you what a real man looks like. I'll show you what a real dic-" Naomi lashed out, pushing him back and quickly striking him several times in the face. Roger went reeling into a shelf, all of it's contents falling on him. "You little cunt!" he screamed in anger, pulling a 10mm pistol from his pants. Naomi was too fast. In one swift movement she unsheathed her katana, leaped forward, and thrust her blade into his stomach. He stood there, in stunned silence, and coughed, a fountain of blood escaping his mouth. He fell to his knees. Shocked by what she just did, Naomi quickly ripped her blade from him, sending a wave of blood across the floor. She left the gas station and didn't sleep for several nights.
After the encounter with Roger, Naomi trusted no one and used her looks and clever mind to her advantage. She traveled from Pennsylvania all over the east coast and eventually ended up in the capital wasteland.
