Post by Salvahkiin on Oct 25, 2014 21:43:13 GMT -5
Character Name: The Warden
Nickname(s): Warden, That Masked Guy.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown. Possibly early to mid 30's.
Birthplace: Unknown, somewhere on the East Coast
Height: 6'5
Weight: 175 lbs
Eye Color: Unknown. (Hazel)
Hair Color: Unknown. (Black)
Hair Style: Unknown. (Very short.)
Facial Hair: Unknown. (He is left unable not to grow facial hair.)
Skin Color: Pale
Build: Muscular
Distinguishing Features: His armor covers most of his body. The Mask that conceals his face.
Profession: Assassin.
Skills: Killing, all types of it. Unarmed, Melee, and firearms.
Training: The Mentor
Other Abilities: Running, Jumping, Coercion.
Apparel: Black combat armor, boots, gloves, pants, looted off of one of his targets. The Warden's Mask.
Weaponry: Sniper Rifle, Silenced 10mm Pistol, Combat Knife.
Other Equipment: Military Canteen.
Affiliation: Himself and Himself alone.
Religious Belief: Atheist.
Sexual Preference: Uninterested
Relationship Status: Uninterested
Personality: Cold. The Warden barely speaks, he trusts nobody, and will not say no to a contract.
The Warden's story begins with his "Father", who was really a mentor to the Warden. The Mentor found the Warden as a child, crawling in a ditch, with his parents dead next to him. The Mentor took the Warden in, as a way of passing his skills down. You see, The Mentor was an assassin, and one very good at his art. He had retired, however, living in a pre-war house midway between Ol' Olney and Minefield. The Mentor, being in his early fourties, still was agile, capable of teaching. The Warden was raised, not in an unforgiving manner, but in a strict manner. There was always a routine.
Awake at 5. A 5 kilometer run, and weights workout. Hand to hand training straight away, for three hours. A meal and a small rest afterwards. Then melee for 3 hours after that. A meal, and then Firearms. The last few hours of daylight left were spent fortifying the house. This same routine, since The Warden was 7. For 10 years this went on. And the Warden was in tip top shape. Once a week, they'd make a supply run for food and water.
The Mentor still had contacts, and when he thought the Warden was ready, he got a mission. He and the Warden had to eliminate a slave ring, they had pissed off somebody, and they paid well to have them killed. The Mentor let the Warden take charge on this. He decided to set up on the highway overpass, giving them an almost overhead view on the compound. They worked together to eliminate almost every slaver. Two had run, and the Warden let them go.
A few weeks later, two contracts later, they had both stopped for a breath of fresh air, at their "Fort". A group of slavers came, and set the house alight. They grabbed what they could, and tried to escape through the 2nd story window. A grenade rolled through the window, however, and The Warden's Mentor pushed him out the window, they were both caught in the explosion, and the Warden's face was burnt from the explosion, and cut by the glass. The Mentor, however. Was blown apart, left a torso and torso alone.
The Warden lost his friend, and mentor. He was left both physically and emotionally scarred. The Warden had to play dead for a bit, and once the Slavers left, he bandaged his face up, and remembered a mask sitting in one of the nearby houses that he could use. He went in, grabbed the mask, and left.
The first order of business was to hunt down the Slavers. He had the armor he had on, and a small bag of guns. A Sniper Rifle, A silenced 10mm Pistol, and a trench knife. He took the weapons out of the bag, and carried them on his person. He then headed in the direction of the Slavers, stopping to change the bandages each few hours. The bleeding stopped after an hour or two, but he was tired. But he also needed vengeance. The next night, he caught up with them, and went into the camp of 7 alone. One lookout. It was easy enough to creep up behind him, and shove the knife into his windpipe. He slowly lay him on the ground, and then proceeded to take every weapon that the Slavers weren't holding. Then he shot them all up with the Chinese Assault Rifle. One survived, writhing in pain. The Warden walked over. The Slaver asked who he was. Two words were uttered.
The Warden.
The Warden slit his throat, stole their supplies, and headed off into the Wasteland for more contracts. He almost never removed the mask, and he most definitely never did it when others were close. For the next 15 years, The Warden took on any contract that involved killing from Paradise Falls, to Rivet City, to Tenpenny Tower, and everywhere in between. The only name he operated from, was the Warden. Every day, when the Warden awoke, he would do vigorous strength and cardio training, keeping him in extremely good shape.
Nobody but he knows why he calls himself the Warden.
"I am the Warden, because I keep the unwanted from the wanted. I am the Warden, because I am the one that decides your fate today."
