William Doe

Character Name: William Doe

Nickname(s): Will, Bill

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Age: Nineteen

Birthplace: New Canaan



Height: 5'8

Weight: 155lbs

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Dark, Dark brown

Hair Style: Refer to picture

Facial Hair: N/A

Skin Color: William has a fair complexion.

Build: William has the typical build of a survivalist who also has been raised right.

Distinguishing Features: William is fairly healthy, thanks to his New Canaanite Upbringing. He also has no visible signs of any sort of mutation. Not even a Sixth Toe. This is thanks to being descended from Vault Dwellers relatively close to him down the line.



Profession: Missionary/Followers Guard/Traveler

Skills: Shooting, Speech, Survival. William is fairly quick with his .45, and it's become almost an extension of his own body.

Training: Like most of the men and women of New Canaan, William has trained with the .45 since the day he was old enough to carry it. He's honed his marksmanship with it, and knows its ins and outs like the back of his own hand. He's also received some formal training in survival skills, and knows how to survive on his own. Besides that, his upbringing trained him for the two year mission he's undertaken in conversion.

Other Abilities: N/A

Apparel:


Weaponry:


.357 'Cowboy' Repeating Rifle

.45 Auto pistol

Bowie Knife

Other Equipment: William carries two boxes of ammunition, having plenty for both his weapons. On top of that, he carries a bottle of antivenom and a 'bitter drink' in his belt. On top of that, he has three MRE's and two bottles of water. Perhaps his greatest asset however is his Pipboy 3000.



Affiliation: New Canaanites- William was born and raised among the New Canaanites, and his supreme loyalty will always be to his extended family.

Followers of the Apocalypse- William has taken up work with the Followers of the Apocalypse, seeing it as his duty to do some good for the world on his two year mission beyond saving souls. Since he's not a doctor, he does not wear the lab coat of the Followers, instead choosing a white armband with the Followers symbol crudely drawn on it to show his allegiance.

Caesar's Legion- William hates the Legion. Why? The adults always said it was the Legions fault for what happened to their home. What he's seen so far in his travels haven't helped that view none.

Sons of Cain- William has only heard stories of the Sons of Cain. Stories told to him by his papa when the man felt indulgent enough to tell his son a bit about their failings as a people. The Sons of Cain are one of those greatest failures. William has a somewhat suspicious and fearful view towards them. Their very name speaks of deeds best left unnamed.

Religious Belief: Mormon

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: William is a well meaning individual. He respects the innocence of others, and believes firmly in his religion. He is not a pacifist however, and is more than willing to stick up for what he believes in. He has a bit of a hotheaded streak, due to his youth.



Born in New Canaan when it was still a prosperous settlement, William had a fairly privileged upbringing as far as the Wasteland was concerned. He grew up alongside a brother and a sister, and was raised by his mother and father, both of whom were New Canaanites themselves. Most of his time in New Canaan was spent helping his father with the Brahmin and bighorners outside of town, going to one of the New Canaanites little church schoolhouses for an education, and learning how to set traps and track from his Ma. His Pa taught him how to cook, and how to treat injuries. For the wasteland, he was one of a special few children who was truly happy growing up.

Of course, that all changed. When he was fifteen, the White Legs invaded New Canaan to prove themselves to the Legion. The town militia put up a bloody fight, but the numbers told quickly. William did not fight during the battle, but his older brother and father did. William never saw them die, but he does remember the sounds of that night even today. Fires burning in the church house, glass shattering, and the rapid sounding of the White Legs' signature weapon. In a single day, the life he knew had been destroyed, ripped from him utterly. Him, his sister, and his mother were one of the group of New Canaanites to escape.

They knew his brother and father were dead when they didn't meet up at the designated family evacuation point nearly a week later.

The family spent some time mourning, but they couldn't spend long. They had escaped the White Legs, but there was still the risk of them being in the area. So, after a day of mourning, William, his sister, and his mother, with rifles in hands continued on their way west. There, they encountered a stranger who was rather kind to them. A tribal of some sort. The man helped them survive, adding on his local knowledge to their already considerable survival skills, and giving them assistance. He led the New Canaanites west, to a friendly tribe that had had ties with the New Canaanites before their tragic fate. The tribe took the family in without much hesitation, and for the next four years of his life William and his family stayed with the tribe as honored guests, and missionaries. Their faith stayed strong, despite their loss. Williams mother did her best to raise her two children, and on William's sixteenth birthday, while he was sitting in a tent working on his .45, she presented him with a gift.

It was a family heirloom, she told him, handing him the glove and wrist device. It had been worn by his great grandfather when the man left the Vault, and had been passed down her family since then. His brother would have received it that very same year.

William took the 'Pipboy3000', snapping it onto his wrist and pulling the glove over his hand. Since that moment, it's become inseparable from him. As a tool, it was invaluable. He began straying from the tribe more and more, exploring the area to get more data into the Pipboys map base. He had a few run in's with bighorner herds as well, barely escaping on one occasion from a rather angry mother Bighorner.

It was around this time that word reached the tribe about the fight for Hoover Dam in the form of a trader from the Mojave. He told a story about a Courier, a Courier who had helped crush the White Legs, Legion, Fiends, and other raider groups, while staying on the high-road. A Courier who disappeared after his work was done. William was enthralled by this tale of the Mojave, and felt a new found respect grow for the powerhouse that was the NCR. That night, he said a prayer with his mother and sister for the warrior tribes of Zion, who had fought against the White Legs that had taken from them everything.

Three years later, now a man grown, William left the tribe, his mother, and his sister. Some might say this was a bad idea, but for William and his family it was just the way things were done. He was going to undertake a two year mission, travelling and helping those in need however he could, while trying to spread the faith of the New Canaanites. He left with a proud mother and tearful sister wishing him well, and started off, tuning in the Pipboys radio to whatever stations he could find kicking about in the wasteland. It wasn't easy, and there was plenty a time where William had to use his weapons- though he never killed another human who wasn't trying to kill him. Most of his travels were spent hunting, trapping, and scouting, with a bit of preaching to the odd tribe that'd listen or the lonesome homesteader who was looking for a conversation on something other than the crops. Though he wasn't successful, Will did not waver, and would always leave with a smile and a handshake.

His travels eventually took him to the Mojave, and to Vegas, where he encountered the Followers of the Apocalypse. William signed himself on as a guard for the Followers for a time, using his off hours to assist those in need in Freeside as he could, while preaching to those who would listen. After a while however, William felt himself growing restless. Vegas was...a cesspool. Though he felt a certain amount of pride protecting the pacifists of the Followers, it was soured by the shadow of Vegas for him. He was ready to move on, find a new group of people needing his help, and spread the faith of New Canaan if he could.