Enrick Gunn

Character Name: Enrick Gunn

Nickname(s): N/A

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: 32

Birthplace: Enclave base



Height: about 6'1

Weight: About 210

Eye Color: Blue eyes

Hair Color: Reddish brown hair color

Hair Style: Short and messy

Facial Hair: Five o' clock Shadow. Reddish brown

Skin Color: White

Build: Muscular and lean

Distinguishing Features: Has a scar going vertical on the corner on the left side of his upper lip.



Profession: Scavenger and Mercenary

Skills: Craftsmenship, Energy Weaponry, Hand to Hand.

Training: has been heavily trained in energy weapons and repair. Can wear power armor. Decently trained in some medicines and explosives. Not too great at much else.

Other Abilities: Scavenging

Apparel: Heavily Modified hell fire armor. Main differences being a T45-D shoulder on his right side. A T45-D calf armor on the left leg. And a metal beak on the front of the Helmet

Weaponry: A customer laser rifle with a switch from semi to burst to even full auto. A small sawed off for closer encounters. And a combat knife.

Other Equipment: A good supplies of stimpaks and even better supply of rad away. Also carries light combat armor mainly for use of getting into towns without being shot. And a large backpack.



Affiliation: None

Religious Belief: Atheist

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality : hardened. Can be joking but has a serious side. Prefers kind acts And helping others. Given his armor.



History: Enrick was born into the Enclave, he was brought up to think everything the Enclave did was right and had to be done. At a young age he was trained in the arts of murder and death. Constantly being put up against the other initiates and some times the grown soldiers. Beaten when he showed mercy, Starved when he showed kindness. Trained to get rid of everything good in his body to do what was right for the Enclave. The training he was put through was intense. Learning about Tech, fighting styles, armor, anything that would make him a ruthless killer. The training did not go without toll. Some of the ones went insane. Not being able to handle the harshness the Enclave brought. When those ones went mad. They became target practice or even would be put up against some of the trainees and they would have to beat them to death. it was years before they would move on to the next set of training. Only the strongest of them would see that far.

He was in his late teen years around the age of 18 when he moved into more advanced training. It had been at least 4 years by Enrick's count since he started. He may of lost track. But his training progressed either way, he moved from the range to in field training doing mop ups and support. this was a crucial year for this is when they learned about their power armor. How to wear it, most of them had to learn about the power armor anyways so most of them knew in theory of how to wear them. But actually doing it was a different thing entirely. Once fitted and finally being able to move in the dammed thing. once in the armor the were thrust into just enough water to be above their head. They had to learn to try and stay above the water. Before dying they were pulled out. Once recover they were thrown again. And again. All that have made it this far, we're active swimmers in the wate. They were moved on from there and once again moved from the range. Enrick in perticular showed quick learning and extreme ferocity when in battle, with deadly accuracy on the range. several times he was sent out for "ranging". That's what the Enclave called rounding up deathclaws. Enrick was even chosen for bait a few times. Barely making out with his life every time he went out. Noting everything seeing how corrupt and evil the Enclave really were. But he knew not to say anything. He just did his job and moved on. Once he returned on his 19th birthday he was sent to a new division of training. Hellwalker training is what they said. He left his old quarters and moved to his new bunk he would call home.

Upon arrival at his new place he was immediately knocked down and the rest began to beat him. "Initiation" one of them called out. After that he familiarized himself with everyone beatings were normal so he didn't take it to heart. At least, he didn't let them know he did. Years past and he was about 23 when he finally graduated and joined The Hellwalker squadron. He didn't know it yet but this squad was going to be his last squad before he left the Enclave for good. The Hellwalker had one task. Kill everything in secret. They whole squads records were torche. Every mission under the records no one knew what they were up to. The reason for not keeping records and having a squad that doesn't exist is that when they die less paper work and if the team was no longer useful they could be expunged without having a record to fill. from suicide missions to covert ops they did anything the Enclave deemed to dangerous or hot to be handled by their men. Sent out time and time again a six man squad could clear out a small base of talon mercs in just a few minutes. no one could match a skill set such as that.

Two more years had passed and Enrick quickly climbed the ranks assuming the squads new Commander. But it would be short lived as the Enclave decided they Hellwalkers were becoming a liability. They sent this team to what they were told was a town of Raiders would have been easy clean up. Raiders were very uncoordinated and bad shots most of the time. But they were mislead. Super mutants had control over the place. And even though they were big they could be quiet. They got the drop on them, Opening fire and attempting to tear the squad apart. The armor taking most of the bullets they quickly found cover but it was difficult to get a good leg on the situation as they mutants had them surrounded. The fire fight lasted for what seemed like hour. And one after another his squad fell.

It was down to three of his squad and three mutants. Should be easy. they split up looking for the three mutants. Enrick could hear in the distance a mutant Followed by a plasma discharge. It wasn't long before another mutant sound followed by the sound of a man yelling in pain, then another discharge. Enrick looked around just him and one other versus one mutant. He turned the corner to see the last mutant. A overlord standing tall and yelling charging at Enrick full speed. Enrick flipped a switch on his laser rifle turning it to full auto and got off two rounds before being tossed by the creature he slammed up against the wall his helmet flying off. He stood and face the creature. He didn't notice the toxic barrels leaking radiation. He opened fire on it again. the mutant shook the blasts off like it was nothing and sprinted at him again. Enrick turned rolled and began to fire again. At this rate he'd run out of rounds before he killed it he reached down and grabbed a plasma grenade. Arming it but not letting the bolt go. The overlord ran at him again. Enrick played it close. He let go of the bolt rotating around the mutant and clipping the grenade to the mutants cloth. Enrick stood and looked at the mutant. They met eyes once before the mutant exploded into nothing but a pile of goo.

After retrieving his helmet he turned to see his last squad mate. He smiled slightly but was cut short when he saw that his squad mate had a gun pointed at him. Enrick looked he had been breathing in radiation the entire time not enough to make Him sick. But enough to contaminate him. He shook his head and looked down. He wasn't going to die. Not here. He knew what the Enclave was and what they did. He slaughtered innocents for them. He would go back. But he would not die here. In a flash he raised his gun and popped five laser shots into his squad mate. Piercing the armor and turning his brains to ash inside his body. Enrick then holstered his gun, put his helmet on, popped a thing of rad away. And walked off into the wastes further towards some towns he saw on some Scouting missions. He couldn't return to the Enclave, not ever.

He thought he would have to run from the Enclave but luck would have it. The Enclave was dissolved after the destruction of Raven Rock. He sighed with great relief on the day the news was heard. He quickly learned though the Wastes were as unforgiving as the Enclave. He couldn't get close to a civilisation without being fired upon. With that he ran into the wastes. A few days later as he walked and scavenged some tools and what he could for food he was ambushed by two brotherhood outcasts. They got the drop firing on him. After taking a few rounds to the shoulder Enrick dived for cover, and set his laser rifle to burst fire. He waited and when the firing stopped he popped out firing on one letting loose a three burst of energy toward one of them. The outcast took the hit and returned fire in seconds. The speed was overwhelming. He switched the laser rifle to the fully automatic setting and popped out one more time. Enrick opened fire on one not letting go of the trigger until he saw him fall. One down. He popped out of cover and the outcast was waiting for him. The power armored man opened fire on Enrick damaging the front of his helmet. Enrick backed into cover once more waiting for his opportunity. He popped out once more to see the outcast toss a grenade, plasma by the look of it. It landed in front of Enrick and he froze for a second before kicking back to the outcast. He watched as outcast was blown from cover leaving him open for Enrick to finish him off. He pulled up his rifle and shot. Scorching the man and killing him where he laid. Enrick approached the two lifeless corpses. Not free of damages or wounding himself he needed repair. But more importantly he needed to stop looking like Enclave.

Hours past as he dragged the bodies out of sight and began to repair his armor with the T45-D parts. He replaced the right shoulder with that of the outcast's T45-D shoulder. And the front part of his helmet had been replaced. He took two other shoulder pieces. Shaped and formed it placing it on the front end of the mask. Making it into a beak formation. The armor was no longer it's original state. It was morphed into something else. At a far distance no one could tell it was Hellfire armor. With its modifications. It couldn't even be classified as Hellfire anymore. Enrick looked upon the armor. One shoulder plate had been replaced, the new beak formation on the front end of the helmet, and the upper femur armor had been replaced on the left side with T45-D armor as well. Now able to set into the wastes with the heavily modified armor he was able to enter civilisations without conflict.