Initiate Henry O'Niel

Character Name: Henry O'Niel

Nickname(s): N/A

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: Twenty

Birthplace: Rivet City



Height: 5'10

Weight: 170lb

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Chestnut

Hair Style: Refer to picture.

Facial Hair: Henry keeps himself clean shaven at all times. It's something he has been teased about in the past.

Skin Color: He is fair skinned, with tanning appearing on the arms and face, the only parts of him usually left uncovered.

Build: Henry has the typical build of a Brotherhood of Steel initiate that has ample access to clean drinking water, and spends most of the day training or exercising in some shape or form.

Distinguishing Features: The giant Brotherhood of Steel mark on his armor. Having grown up in Rivet City, and then afterwords being taken in by the Brotherhood of Steel, Henry has not been touched as badly by the Wastes as some of the long term denizens. This in itself is a distinguishing feature. Close to two years have left their marks however on the Brotherhood Initiate, for those who recognize the typical signs and mannerisms of a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, it'd be next to impossible for him to hide as a regular wastelander.



Profession: Brotherhood of Steel Initiate

Skills: Power Armor Usage, Guns, Repair,

Training: A year and nine months of Brotherhood of Steel combat training and the various patrols that he was taken out on. Besides that, he's also been taught the basics of power-armor usage and the repair/maintenance of armor and weapons commonly found among the Brotherhood, this on top of the skills

Other Abilities: Has a knack for technology and identifying pre-war area like most Brothers.

Apparel: Brotherhood of Steel Combat Armor and a Combat Helmet to match.



Weaponry: The weapons Henry carries are all in good condition, he maintains them himself on a regular basis.
Chinese Assault Rifle x1
Ten MM Pistol x1
Combat Knife x1


Other Equipment:
Purified Water x1
Codac R9000 camera x1
Spare Magazines (Chinese AR) x2
Stimpaks x2
Spare Magazines (10MM) x3
Fragmentation Grenades x3






Affiliation: Brotherhood of Steel

Religious Belief: He was raised in the Church of Saint Monica in Rivet City, and grew up as a follower of the church, even if he was never particularly devout. Unlike many of the true-born Brotherhood of Steel members, Henry does not 'worship' technology to the same extent some of them do. He holds a special reverence for history, tradition, and the technology the Brotherhood recovers, but at the end of the day see's them as the 'means' rather than the 'ends'.

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Henry is a Brotherhood of Steel Initiate who is enraptured in the idea of the good fight. He completely idolizes the Brotherhood of Steel, Elder Lyons, and what they represent. He genuinely believes he has to protect those that cannot protect themselves. Besides that, he's a very passionate (and somewhat ambitious) young man, who see's his future tied into the Brotherhood of Steel for better or for worse. He is the worst person you want with if you're a raider, the best person if you need someone to take a bullet for a cause. He despises the Outcasts, seeing them as traitors to the Brotherhood he adores.




Henry was born within the relatively safe confines that were the steel walls of Rivet City. Born to a pair of migrant workers who gained passage into Rivet City and signed on as hired help, the two made themselves useful doing odd jobs around the ship. His mother, Anise, eventually was able to sign up as a security guard, bringing in extra caps for the family. Henry spent his early years trailing after his mother as she'd go conduct her rounds about the ship, whistling a tune to herself. She knew her son followed her, but she never scolded him for it. Curiosity was good in a child, and Anise only hoped that he'd learn a thing or two from her work.

When he wasn't watching his mother do her patrols, he was working with his father, Mitchell, on patching up parts of the ship and assisting with basic maintenance. He started this work at twelve, and quickly proved to be a natural with tools and the repairing of machinery. His parents watched as their son grew with a sense of pride, watching as the values they attempted to instill in him (responsibility, a sense of duty, and a general attitude of kindness towards others) took root in the young man. Henry matured quickly when he hit his teens, taking on more and more responsibility alongside his parents to do his part for their home.

When his little sister was born shortly after he turned thirteen, Henry was filled with a sense of wonder. He could only look at the fragile life that had been brought into this world before him and feel a sense of, well, hope.

Times were not always easy despite the relative safety of Rivet City, and the scarcity of water was an issue for quite some time. People would sometimes grow sick, and sometimes would even die from it. Knowing that the very water you drank could possibly be contaminated and could lead to your death was a sobering thought that brought home the realities of the life the people lived, even while they were safe from most external threats such as Raiders. To a young man confined within the walls of a haven like Rivet City, the outside world seemed hellish in comparison. Especially when he listened to the broadcasts from GNR, his favorite news station as he tinkered with an old camera that he had bought with some spare bottle caps that he had

Of course, that all changed around the time that Henry was fifteen, when a wanderer from the Vault turned the wasteland upside down. Henry had been on break, sitting down on the deck of the City near the guard rails, eating some sugar bombs in a grimy jumpsuit when the Jefferson Memorial lit up in a light show that could be heard and seen even from Rivet City. After the battle ended, the Brotherhood of Steel began showing up more, and for the first time in a long time the security guards of Rivet City began to patrol outside of their home. Suddenly, GNR's host was more optimistic than ever before as the pure water flowed out of Project Purity. With an admiration for the Brotherhood already existing from the praises that Three Dogs heaped upon them in the young man, it quickly grew to a borderline obsession or hero worship for the men and women who had helped ensure that clean water would once again flow throughout the wasteland in time.

His course of action from that point seemed clear, and for the next three years he waited until, sometime after his eighteenth birthday he finally broached the subject to his parents. Several days later, an anxious but jubilant Henry waited for the bridge across to swing into place as he prepared to make his way out of Rivet City for the first time in his entire life. Before he could even take his first step however, a five year old girl tugged on his leg, demanding attention. Henry squatted down infront of his little sister, starting to tease her about some muck that had gotten on her hair when the girl, surprisingly sober for one her age, handed him a picture that had been taken with his own camera that he had spent nearly a year working on. A curious Henry took the photo, realizing that it was one of his family. His two parents smiling for the camera, and a smiling Lily as well. A sniffling Lily pulled his attention away from the photograph, and the two siblings shared a last hug before Henry was off.

The Rivet City boy almost didn't make it to the Citadel, nearly being killed by a group of rather aggravated mole rats his first night away from the City. As it was, he survived, and continued on his journey to the Citadel. His time in the wasteland was sobering in some ways, and he eventually ended up at his destination.

The days after that were a blur for him, as the Brotherhood was looking for new recruits, particularly healthy ones that wouldn't be a drain of resources.

He was pressed into training as a Brotherhood of Steel recruit, proving himself on the target ranges and in mock combats before being accepted as a full initiate. After that, he spent his time diligently training. He trained with laser rifle, gun, grenades, knives, machetes, and fists during the day and at night spent his time learning the art of weapon and armor maintenance under the tutelage of one of the many Knight-Captains along with several other initiates. This was his life for a year and nine months. Wake up, train, exercise, eat, sleep, repeat. The training wasn't just physical however, and he found his knowledge of the world around him increasing tenfold. The world that he had been born into seemed so small compared to the world that the Citadel had revealed.

Henry experienced his first taste of real combat when he was nineteen, on patrol in the DC ruins with a group of other Brothers. They came under fire from a Super Mutant with a hunting rifle, and the round pinged off the armor of the lead Knight. Henry froze up at first, just staring until the super mutants roar shook him and the other initiates out of it. Their Knight got them into defensive positions, and they swiftly dispatched of the Super Mutant and its centaur companions without any serious casualties, though one of the initiates spent the rest of the day in the medbay.

The event had left a mark on Henry psychologically however, he had finally encountered his first enemy. He spent that night drunk, and the training the next morning was particularly taxing due to his hungover state.

More patrols and combat operations followed that one, and by the time Henry turned twenty he had distinguished himself enough to be sent out on a rather serious mission.

The Outcasts new technology, the Gauss rifles, had not gone unnoticed by those who had remained loyal to Lyons. It was determined that for their trials to Knighthood, Henry and the Initiates who had survived alongside him would be sent out to locate more places like the armory the Outcasts had opened, to claim the technology within for the Brotherhood to use in its war against the Super Mutants.

Henry accepted the task eagerly, and set out alongside seven other Initiates.

Two accompanied him, and they set off towards the place that they had been told about in their briefings. Armed with a Chinese Assault and a faith in the good fight, Henry O'Niel went out into the wastelands, the photograph of his family in its cherished place in his inventory, and the camera that he had taken with him so long ago strapped to his side.