Post by CrysonFlux on Jul 9, 2015 19:28:23 GMT -5
Character Name: Creighton Steel
Nickname(s): Cry, Marshall, Barkeep, Bootlegger, and Pretty boi.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Birthplace: Goodsprings
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 148
Eye Color: Dark blue, sometimes considered to be black.
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Messy and curly while at the Casino as his boss doesn't like him brushing it, they like the bed head look. When out in the wastes his hair is held back in a small pony tail, carefully kept out of his eyes, but sometimes drifts of it come down onto his forehead.
Facial Hair: Shaven
Skin Color: Pale white, its why the Casino puts him on display.
Build: Steel is skinny, but with a wiry frame, his body was made more for speed than strength.
Distinguishing Features: Blue Diamond Tattoo on his right upper-outer thigh. Scars across his lips and chin from where a drunken customer smashed his face with a bottle.
Profession: Most nights he works as a bartender for the Gomorrah casino. During the day, and when he has a job. He is a bounty hunter, usually for the NCR, getting bounties from his father's old war buddy, Col. William P. Hamish.
Skills:
Firearms- Steel was nearly born with this magnum in his hand. From an early age he learned to wield these weapons, sending out round after round. Nearly always hitting his target. Not that he is perfect but he knows his stuff. Even knows how to keep most firearms in working order.
Subterfuge- Its always a good thing to practice the way of being stealthy. Carrying his magnum past the guards of the casino, its always a good thing right? Though he still has a long way to go, in being truly stealthy. At least its harder to hear him when he sneaks up on you.
Training: He was trained by his step-father a retired NCR ranger named Sorrel how to repair his firearms, including crafting new rounds, with a reloading table, and keeping the firing mechanism from getting rusty. As for sneaking, he learned that simply by watching people. Every since he was a kid he liked to sneak up and scare people. So he picked up walking silently, first in no shoes, then in shoes, then finally with all his gear on.
Other Abilities: Gambling he picked it up first when he moved to Freeside, learning to count the cards only on the side. His true hand at Gambling comes with the luck he was graced with long ago. He can make ammo for his Rifle and Magnum, and keep them both in good shape. He also mixes up a pretty damn good cocktail if asked nicely. As for alcohol he knows how to brew up some pretty strong stuff, mostly Tequila, but he isn't to bad at making Whiskey or Wine if offered enough caps. Though many people, because of his outfit, think him a prostitute he is not, and is very insulted when people offer him money for sex.
Apparel: At his night job as a bartender he wears a black spiked collar, with what appears to be a bondage harness on his chest, with multiple leather bracelets and armbands with elbow length finger less gloves. His lower half is covered in a pair of low rise, black leather pants with Black cowboy boots on his feet. During his breaks he has also been known to put on a white sleeveless hoody and take a smoke break out back. During the day he works as an independent bounty hunter. Working mostly with the NCR Col. Hamish on a bounty by bounty basis. He wears a black zip up undershirt, with combat armor pads bought off a trader. Long sleeved finger less gloves, with metal lined arm bands. Dark leather pants metal lined knee pads as well, with scuffed dark leather hiking boots. He has also added a green shredded camo poncho, which comes with a hood. And a Red and black scarf to be pulled up during dust storm. He carries a pair of goggles, to protect his eyes from the sand or sun.
Weaponry: Switchblade, .44 Magnum Revolver(Widow-maker), Trail Carbine with scope (Blackjack).
Other Equipment: A satchel that hangs over his shoulder carrying, flint and steel, canteen with the words "Life’s Essence" carved into it, survival gear such as, some rope, couple of medical supplies, a pack of cigarettes, Lighter showing four aces, Binoculars, Nuka-Cola, Whiskey, Mentats and ammo.
Affiliation: NCR
Religious Belief: Agnostic
Sexual Preference: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Creighton Steel is a strange young man. He can smile at you one minute, stab you in the back the next. His personality is mostly based around the fact that you can never trust someone unless you can trust someone. Addicted to Mentats and Alcohol he can be rather cold and uncaring unless he has his pick me' up as they say. He enjoys a smoke when he can, preferring to be outside to enjoy the night air. His jobs keep him busy, so he doesn't have much time for friends. But when he does make one, he will defend them to the end. He is sarcastic and a cynic when it comes to life, or love. Though he still holds hope in that cruel little heart of his, for that one true man. He is also not shy about speaking his mind, so once you get him wound up, better stay back, cause he might take a swing.
Born in Goodsprings to his mother Charlotte. He would be raised there under her and her new husband Sorrel's eyes. Sorrel treated little Creighton as his own son, raising him along side his daughter Penny. He grew up fast and hard, helping his father take down game to keep them in food. This is where he developed his skill with firearms, using his dad's hunting rifle. Steel never liked being seen so he developed skills in sneaking around. Sneaking up on Geckos and BigHorners before they noticed his approach. Killing quick and clean so the animal wouldn't suffer. His sister and he were the best of friends, even to this day. Playing whenever they could, mostly hide and seek. But eventually his mother got sick, and Penny took a job at the General store while Creighton took a job at the Prospectors Saloon, where he learned the basics of bar tending. But though their additional income was a good try, their mothers sickness did not get better. Eventually leaving this world for the great beyond, while their buried her corpse at the good springs cemetery. Their father had went into a state of shock unable to cope with the death of his wife at first, so they both took care of him, while keeping their jobs. Cleaning up at the house, making sure he ate, getting food, making sure he wasn't hurt. Eventually though Sorrel came back seeing his children still needed a father. He loved them both for trying their best, and told them they could quit their jobs. Penny said she liked working at the general store, since the owner was real nice. As for Creighton he enjoyed working at the Saloon, he liked listening to the old men while they got drunk and sat around telling stories. He enjoyed the sound of the radios, those old western songs put a grin on his face every time he was trying to clean the bar. So he kept working, eventually earning quite a nice set of caps. One night talking with his father he listened to the older man talk about roaming across the Mojave, and in the back of his mind he admitted to himself. "That's what I want to do, I want to see the world.. not just this little town" so he told this to his father, Sorrel was quiet for a very long time before admitting it was probably time for his young man to see the world. Giving him his .44 Magnum Revolver with a handful of shells, he wished Steel the best of luck, and to always remember he could come home anytime he wanted. His sister cried and told him to come back soon before pushing another box of ammo into his hands. With a smile he promised them both he would whenever he could, but before he could even set a foot out of town. His father called out, "Stop by Camp McCarran and pay a visit to William, you met him once when you were younger. I'm sure he remembers you, might even help you out!" Creighton just smiled and kept walking, one hand going up in a wave as he walked into the wastes.
From Goodsprings, he went out exploring the world. First he headed up towards Sloan three weeks of travel, his heart heavy with leaving town and his stomach near empty when he did get there. Along the way he would remember one big thing, he had always forgotten while in Goodsprings growing up. In this world it was sometimes kill or be killed. Half a mile to Sloan he was attacked by three Fiends their ragged armor at first he tried to talk politely with them, before one of them tried to gut him like a fish with a Machete. That's when Steel lost his temper, drawing out his .44 he managed to shoot the one Fiend with the machete turning his head into a slush of blood mist, and grey matter. The two women Fiends roared in anger attacked trying to shoot him with the strange rifle they carried, screaming that he had killed their husband. After a few minutes they were in a stale mate. Both behind rocks ready for action, both taking pot shots. Two of the Fiends lay dead, only that one female, with that ugly spiked hair still daring to attack. "You killed my husband you little bitch, now I'm gonna blow your head off!" She screamed jumping around the rock expecting him to be with his back pressed up against it. But instead their was no one there, she stared for a moment before hearing the sound of the .44's chamber being turned. She never uttered another word her head being ripped apart by the bullet, sending blood through the air, her body dropping like a sack of rocks to the ground. After taking a few minutes to recover he fished through their pockets finding plenty of .44 rounds and other things which he stuffed in his back pack. Then finally he took notice of the rifle again, it was in pretty good condition, noticing it took .44 rounds he decided to keep it. He and his new possessions headed on up him deciding to name the magnum "Widow maker" after all it had killed her husband first, making her a widow. Two days later, and many scorpion attacks later he made it to Sloan. Selling off his excess gear he discovered the rifle was a Trail Carbine from the gunsmith in town. The gunsmith even made mention of the scope he had just got in a little earlier, being for the same model gun. After a bit of haggling he walked away with a lighter pouch of caps, but his rifle now having scope for long distance shooting. He stayed in Sloan for awhile, doing odd jobs to get enough caps for supplies to head out. But one day he did just that, having bought his supplies he headed out. From Sloan he made it to Camp McCarran where he met up with his fathers old friend, William P. Hamish. Who quickly took Steel under his wing, teaching him how to use that Carbine of his as well. Before offering him a job, he needed something collected but he couldn't go after it. Well Steel got what the old man wanted, taking a bullet in the foot for his bloody troubles. But somehow making it back alive, Col. Hamish admitted he didn't think the boy could do it, and promised to come up with a job when Steel needed the caps. During the next month he developed one hell of a shot, working for Col. Hamish for caps, and a place to sleep. He picked up the habit of smoking from the old man, along the way as well as the Nickname Marshall because when sent out, he almost always came back with his man.
After seven long months from the beginning of his journey he finally made it, the gates of Freedside stood before him. In Freeside he quickly got a job at the Atomic Wrangler Casino at the bar, they were hiring and he was useful. He and his friends the other bartenders started hanging out. He picked up gambling back in Goodsprings when those old cowboys would play a hand of poker, or blackjack. But the way they played here put him to shame, while at the Atomic Wrangler he developed a pretty good poker face with the help of his friends. They made simple bets between them, buy the next round. Sometimes strip poker, even one time they went so far as the losers had to get tattoos of the winners choice. Well since the bet was in poker the winner decided the tattoos should be of the Suits in the deck. Steel himself got a Diamond on his upper right thigh, on the outer side in the back. Thankfully he got to pick where they put it, even if he didn't get to pick it. Eventually he came to terms with it, he didn't mind the tattoo even looked good. Over the next year he developed an interest in men, more than women. Went on a few dates, got lucky a few times. Even a couple of simple one night stands, but in the end he knew none of them were Mr. Right. During the day he worked for the NCR doing bounties but at night he was back in the casino serving drinks with a smile, and offering a friendly ear for any poor sap who wanted to spill their guts about something. He worked his butt off at both jobs and it was noticed, before long the Gomorrah offered him more caps and a New Vegas Passport to come work for them. Which he eventually after much thought and slight nudges by his friends he accepted, though he nearly rescinded when he saw what they wanted him to wear. But he came to terms with it all, working just as hard at the Gomorrah as he did at the Atomic Wrangler. One horrid night this drunken man kept insisting that Steel sleep with him, for money. While he knew his outfit belonged to one, and the Gomorrah offered prostitutes he was not one. When he firmly told the man no, and to leave, the man became enraged slamming a bottle of Absinthe into Steel's face cutting his bottom lip and chin. These cuts were taken care of, but the manager of the casino came down and told Steel firmly to start carrying a Weapon. Even just a little one like a Straight razor, or a switch blade would work even going so far as providing the later for his favorite bartender. Ever since then he would carry the switch blade in a little sheath under his gloves. It was awhile before he would continue his day job, his nights were always busy after all. Taking orders, mixing drinks, pouring beers or shots of whiskey. Whatever the customer wanted, going out for five minutes at a time to take smoke breaks in the cool New Vegas air. But eventually the manager put Steel onto a much better schedule. He could even take whole weeks off if he needed to. Which he took full advantage of, going back sometimes to work for the NCR. Visiting his friends in Freeside, even taking a trip home to Goodsprings to see his dad, and visit his mom's grave. He was happy with his life, very happy, but it was far from over. Even now he wonders when that need to adventure will hit him, when he will leave his clean little apartment in Freeside for the open wastes seeking the majestic beauty of the Mojave in the night air.
