Grant Brody

Character Name: Grant Brody

Nickname(s): None

Race: Ghoul

Sex: Male

Age: 233

Birthplace: Atlanta

Song: Vox Populi - Thirty Seconds to Mars



Height: 6'3

Weight: 116 kg

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: None

Hair Style: None

Facial Hair: None

Skin Color: Red and scarred

Build: Masculine

Distinguishing Features: Sunglasses and rifle.



Profession: Alcoholic/Marksman

Skills: Is a good marksman.

Attributes:

• Strength:7
  
• Perception:6
  
• Endurance:7
  
• Charisma:5
  
• Intelligence:7
  
• Agility:6
  
• Luck:6
  

Training: First Aid, Preparing food, etc

Other Abilities:

Apparel: Combat Armor

Weaponry: Sniper Rifle, 10mm Pistol /w Silencer, Combat Knife.

Other Equipment: Food, chems, ammo and spare parts, brings some with him, leaves most at his base.



Affiliation: Himself.

Religious Belief: Christian

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Grant is an optimist, he'll always see the bright side of things, he'll steer clear of Raiders and the Sentinels, but won't hesitate to defend himself, usually they don't see him. Grant is mostly kind to lone stragglers, but some try to attack him for food, and he puts them out of their misery. Grant has learned that you don't last long if you aren't prepared, mentally and physically, he doesn't make attachments to anything, and still mourns his family.

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Grant was born before the war, he can't remember how long ago, his parents were ordinary folk, working to make Nuka-Cola, he was a friendly person at school, having no trouble making friends. There was one friend, Dean, Dean's parents were paranoid they there was gonna be a nuclear war, no one believed them, now look at the world, well, Grant had always gone to Dean's house to shoot guns. When Grant was old enough he bought firearms as well, and enjoyed hunting, then the bombs fell.

Grant awoke to a shitstorm, he was out on a hunting trip, so he took his camping gear, guns, ammo and clothes, he was in a cave, using it to store his game and supplies, he was inside when the bombs fell, and stayed there, it was here that he noticed his hair falling out, and skin rotting away, he thought nothing of it. Grant rarely left to get water and food, both of which was irradiated, which he knew, but what was more strange, is that he felt good, when the radiation hit him, so he walked back into Atlanta, and attempted to get setup, as he thought he would be better off inside the city, where food and water was easy to find. There were still skeletons around, with guns and ammo around, he found a good rifle, .308 chamber. Grant got setup in an old building, where he could overlook almost the entire district, Downtown, as it happens.

After a few decades, he saw life return, he could talk to most of them, they mostly called him a Ghoul, now that was nasty. Grant eventually found some good armor, after many people tried attacking him, but his pistol sorted them out, they were raiders, then some of the more advanced humans tried attacking him, Sentinels of Chaos, he become to hate them, they waltz into his Atlanta, then from behind the shadows start to reign with an iron fist, he needs to raise awareness of them, possibly raise an army to battle them. Then he saw the Sisters of Plenty, commonly harassed, he wanted to help them as well. Everything else left him alone. He found that Alcohol, particularly Scotch, and Whiskey, or as he calls is, Almost-Scotch, does the trick.