Jack Dwellings

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Character Name: Jack Dwellings

Nickname(s): Jack in the Box, Jack, Blackjack

Race: If we are speaking lineage, then he is predominantly Greek, with trace Hungarian, Italian, and Ukranian origin. If we are talking in terms of Fallout Races, then Human Caucasian.

Sex: He is cis-male.

Age: 32

Birthplace: He was born on the stretch of Route 277 between Abilene and Wichita Falls, Texas, closer to the Seymour area. He was born in a small repairshop along the stretch, but did not stay in the area for long.



Height: He is about 6 feet, 2 inches, being one of the tallest Dwellings in his family since the Great War.

Weight: He weighs about 176 lbs, but it varies by 5 additional or missing lbs depending on his eating patterns.

Eye Color: He has bluish-green eyes, although the color is more noticeably blue than green.

Hair Color: He is blonde.

Hair Style: His hairstyle, contrary to the picture since I do not own Fallout 4 on PC (and wish not the embarassment of a low quality picture taken by my phone), is actually an Urban Ranger.

Facial Hair: He tends to keep his facial hair to a minimum, but it may grow to little over stubble length at most before it stops growing altogether.

Skin Color: He is pretty pale, but he's not white.

Build: He has a moderate muscular build; he is fit, but he is definitely not ripped. He has somewhat broad shoulders, a normal torso size, long legs, and average arms for someone of his size.

Distinguishing Features: He has a diagonal scar along his nose and mid-face area, as well as a tattoo of a trumpet on his left forearm. His arms are scratched up, and his face is somewhat more pale than the rest of his body, due to the constant need for headgear from travelling in the windy areas to protect his face. He also has a scar in the palm of his hand.



Profession: "Debt" Collecter (Since he had made it to Megaton, he calls himself a Debt Collecter, although the only debt he really collects is on the deeds of the evil. He is looking, however, into becoming a Regulator.)

Skills: These are in order of proficiency: Speech, Lockpicking, Sneak

Training: He has training in Repair and MINOR training in Guns.

Other Abilities: He can communicate, write, and comprehend most of the Latin and English Languages. He can also play the guitar.

Apparel: When casual, he tends to wear a white collared shirt with a brown vest, a red ascot and Lone Star Brooch, and khaki pants with black boots. Sometimes, when out in the cover of night, he also adds a Black Trenchcoat and Fedora to the getup.
When in combat or out travelling, he will wear a thick, brown leather jacket, with a black combat armor chestpiece underneath. Usually will wear his getup underneath. Most of the time, he will have a brown backpack with him.

Weaponry: Usually, will have a sawn-off shotgun or a .357 Magnum.

Other Equipment: He usually carries a guitar with him, as well as a handful of journals. He usually has at least 750 caps, but it varies from time to time. If seen ever, he also has a Pip-Boy 2000 on him, with a few maps as well just in case his digital maps that he made on his Pip-Boy are wiped. He also has the necessities, water, some food, as well as a strange square (it's basically a tabula recta, but he calls it "none of your damn business".)



Affiliation: He has no affiliation so far; being new to the Capital Wasteland, he hasn't made any friends yet.

Religious Belief: He does not specify; however, when coaxed with a drink or something else, he says he tends to not believe in God because he believes that religion " failed his parents".

Sexual Preference: He is Bisexual.

Relationship Status: Currently Taken

Personality: He tends to be serious with strangers, depending on the impression the person makes. He is level-headed, calm, but can be aggressive at times. He is also sarcastic sometimes, and, with friends, he is more relaxed and kind.



Jack was born on the first day of the Gemini Zodiac: May 21st, 2258. He was born the first of twins, his sister being Rule of Fresno (who, unlike him, didn't survive) named after her mother. Jack was born healthy, despite the lack of medical equipment needed to perform such a task.
He was born to Jeremiah Dwellings, father, and Fresno of the Storm, mother.
His father Jeremiah grew up with his father and mother in the wasteland, and was educated from the many books that survived in the home of his family from generations ago. His mother, however, did not remember her origins; she was named for the first word Jeremiah heard her say when he found her, after a raging dust storm. Fresno of the Storm never regained her memories, but had made a new life with Jeremiah, which was taken from her once more after childbirth.
The family was a part of a group of survivalists with a pack brahmin, travelling around the Texas Wasteland with their shaking hands occupied with a gun when it came to strangers. They scavenged old town ruins for food and water, occassionally staying there for days, weeks, or months at a time; however, as the birth of Jack happened, they started searching for a place to settle until the children became of age.

~

As Jack reached the beginning of his childhood, his father had started to take it upon himself to teach him to read, write, and speak English, as well as basic mathematic skills and the important laws of science that everyone needed to know (despite his forgetfulness, he managed to teach him everything he knew) He also had taught him the basics of scavenging in the wasteland, and the rules and customs when meeting strangers. On the side, Jack had found a guitar and started learning how to play it with the scarce amount of sheet music and beginner guides he'd find in random places as they travelled the Texas Wasteland by age 9.
They travelled the many Routes and Interstates still safe to travel with the Survivalists, and occasionally ran into the dangers of the wastes; still, human threats were scarce since no one dared to try and brave the dust, sand, and windstorms of the areas they travelled.
He had also started to teach himself lockpicking, which was not an easy task considering all the locks he usually found were already unlocked or broken; this, eventually, led to his self-graduation from said field, and guided him to the old language textbooks filled with knowledge for him to learn, despite there only being a few anyone ever found. His father also taught him the basics of shooting guns, but his skill was never the best.
He made do trying to learn from the "Deutschland" textbooks he found, as well as the "Espania" textbooks, but he found both to be too confusing for himself; however, the "Ecce" Latin Textbooks proved to be more than easy for him to latch onto and try to learn.
By 2268, the Survivalists had settled in a town that old world folks called Bowie, but they called Bow due to the lack of the "ie" on most of the signs around town.
Jack and his father Jeremiah found a faded pastel yellow house, which leaned to the left and was mostly intact, to call their own in the Summer months following the settling. Most of the townsfolk had already established jobs for themselves, and tried to rebuild most of what they took shelter in.
His father Jeremiah found himself as the Sheriff of the settlement, settling disputes from time to time over simple things and never usually having to throw anyone in jail.
Things were calm for the longest of time, and not much ever happened. The wind blew, and storms were harsh from time to time, yet it was easy living; there was enough food to sustain everyone, and multiple water wells around them for some reason.
Jack grew up in the community, slowly but surely, and was known by everyone as being a "sweet, suave young gentleman" by the time he got to working age. The young girls knew him as a heart stealer, and the old folk called him a smooth talker.
Despite his reputation for being a "heart stealer", his own heart belonged to one person, and his name was David.

~

It was in the clove of seasons, summer was dead but autumn had not yet begun (The Scarlet Ibis, James Hurst if you didn't get the reference), when Jack had confessed love to David.
David was one year junior to Jack, who was, at the time, 20. David was short, tanned from the Sun, and built like a working man. He walked with a purpose, and the shine of his brown hair was a shade tree for eyes blinded by the sun. If one saw his eyes, some would say it'd be like taking a drink of water, since his eyes were alert, vigilant, and water blue. Jack had known him for many years, talking to him from time to time, but never actually had an official friendship or anything--but from the way they exchanged glances at each other, either when David was at the water well filling buckets, or when Jack finished helping at the chef's little watering hole, both could tell they didn't want to be... just friends.
Jack, in his free time, would watch David fetch water from the well, carrying two buckets filled with a gallon of water each; he'd watch how diligently he would work, and how efficient his methods were. He saw the kid had strength, and he had the body to prove them. Even David, in his free time, would watch Jack play the guitar under the dead shade tree by the "eatery", watching as his fingers plucked and flowed from note to note. He would swoon over the beautiful melodies he'd play, and would tap his foot to the beat, even if he wasn't musical or rhythmically in sync.
Both obviously enjoyed each other's company, but the need to speak to each other was at a minimum; they didn't need to speak, they used their body language to speak to each other -- whiiiiiiich, in hindsight, would have been great if they actually DID speak.
Yet, who can blame them?

It was sometime near the setting of the sun on the fateful day that Jack had approached David, and commanded David to follow him, to which David responded:
"I'm sorry, I have to get this last bucket, but if you could ju---"
Jack grabbed for David's hand, and dragged the man with purpose like he had never seen. David almost got his wrist broken because he couldn't catch up. Jack said,"You're so polite, David, but you're crying in the rain," he said with a sly voice,"this cannot wait."
"Hey, hey, hey, hey hey hey hey hey! Slow down a bit!" he complained at Jack; yet he didn't listen. He kept his grip firm, leading him down the road past the medic's shack, through the alley between the haberdashery and his father's workplace, and to the "eatery".
Jack let go abruptly, and opened the door into the building, resuming the grip.
"Ah, sonny," the chef said, before watching them scurry into the upstairs, and out of sight, to which he shrugged.
Then, Jack put his hands over David's eyes, leading him onto the flat rooftop.
"Open." Jack said, moving his hands from David's eyes to gaze upon the site -- and what a sight it WAS!
He turned up at the sun, which burned with a fierce desire of orange, and watched the clouds scatter around it, refracting the pink and orange within itself and then out across the sky in stripes and waves. He gazed, watching it, half obscured by the plateau in the far distance, blocking the light just enough so one did not have to squint. He stared at it, his eyes almost watering from the beauty which he saw, and then at Jack.
Jack grinned, his goal now complete, and grabbed his guitar which was hidden behind a chimney stack. He sat in a red chair, facing away from the sun, and started to strum out a tune.
"See, I was listening on the radio the other month," he said, giggling to himself," and I had heard this playing on it." He strummed the notes out (for reference, search for "You Belong to Me", sung by Sue Thompson in 1952, although I prefer the rendition by Rose McGowan; just something if you were curious what song I had in mind).
He strummed out the notes, as if he himself were the radio, and he sang along with the tune.
He spared no expense to try to woo David, and he was successful, in the end. David did, indeed, belong to him.

~

For five years, until 2283, Jack's life with David stood still, and he found himself trying to leave the town at 26 years old. The community of Bow had been steady, since no one else outside of Texas dared to try to brave the windstorms to pass to the other side. He became tired of the easy living, and wished to leave the cage he found himself in with his love.
So, one night, after Jack had come home from playing the "eatery", he sat on the worn leather couch, plucking at his guitar, and he started to talk.
"David," Jack called,"David, don't you ever feel that there's... something..."
"Something...?" David inquired, speaking with a loud voice from the kitchen to him.
"... that there's something out there?" he finished. "I mean, I have spent my entire life here, and frankly, I'm not getting any younger," he says, jokingly, getting off the couch and entering the kitchen to talk face-to-face with his love."I just feel there's something out there that I could be doing to contribute to a greater good," he said, taking a seat on one of the rusted stools at the island counter.
Silence. Then,"Jack, you know that nothing is out there other than death and it's raging screams. If there was something, don't you think that we would have found it already...?"
"How would we know if we never TRIED to find it?" he pushed,"I just feel that we should get out of here."
David put two plates on the counter with brahmin steak, both with Nuka Cola.
"Well," David sighed,"maybe we could ask for a cart from your father?"
Jack smiled, and kissed David as he had finished,"Thank you, love. I'll be going to sleep, so don't be too loud," he said, as he wearily strode to the bedroom.

However, that night, Jack woke up in the night to get a drink, walking slowly into the kitchen, when his eyes adjusted to the yellow and orange lights flashing outside.
"Holy SHIT! David! Get up!" he yelled, barging down the front door to see the town burning to the ground. He darted back in, hastily packing things into his backpack that were essential, as well as carelessly putting on his clothing. He darted into the bedroom again, and saw David getting up from bed, and Jack reiterated: "We have to leave; the town is burning down, and we have to go!"
The face that David made was one that Jack had not wished to see: one full of terror. He hastily put on his clothing, packed his things as well, and ran out of the door with Jack.
As they exited the house, they dared not to go inside the buildings that were already burnt down to check for survivors, and instead dodged the collapsing buildings in search of brahmin and a cart, to which they eventually found. Both had thrown their stuff in, and sat at the driver's seat as they snapped the reins and let the brahmin drive the cart away from the town.

They never did find out what exactly happened, but they sure as hell knew that there was no going back now.

~

For the first year of their wanderings in 2284, Jack and Daniel had been going off of the words of the sparse trader and Junk Vendors they had found while passing through Oklahoma, having to navigate entirely by word of mouth, and finding themselves often in unsafe waters.
Having to twirl and dance around raider groups, it is safe to say that their brahmin had no use to them anymore, since all they had was the sparse amount of things they had in their bags. So, instead of killing the brahmin, they had released it to roam the open world... and THEN it probably died.
They had encountered small settlements, trading scrap and bottlecaps for food and other necessities, and were warned to go no further North, or risk entering Tornado Alley.
For the second year of the adventure, 2285, they had wandered through Arkansas, following old maps and highways all the way to Tennessee, where, along the way, they had crossed the path of a pathetic thief.

~

As they started their walk off of Route 40 onto 81, Jack had seen far in the distance a measly armed person walking towards them, with a bag and a measly 10mm pistol. He told Daniel to take cover and that he'd take care of the talking, to which Daniel did so.
Jack stepped towards him, greeting him warmly, when the small one unholstered his gun. Daniel took out a rifle, and took aim at the small one to make sure he didn't try anything.
"H-hey, you! Drop everything you got, r-r-right now!" he squealed.
Jack looked at him, with a fake surprised look,"Oh, goodness, what rude manners!"
The small man looked at him, eyes wide and bloodshot; it was obvious he had been doing drugs, and that he was in withdrawals,"I'm warning you! Don't t-test me! I will shoot!"
And then Jack, provoking him even more, said,"Oh, definitely! SUUUUUURE! Oh, I'm so scared, I'll do anything for you! But, listen kid," he continued,"If you know what's good for ya, you'll take these ten caps and scram." He funneled ten shiny caps into his hands, and said,"I doubt you'd want what I got right now."
The kid looked at him, confused, and repeated,"I'm warning you!"
Jack said again,"Yeah, whatever -- listen, the more time you spend near me, the more you risk catching..." he paused,"THE PLAGUE."
"The pl-pl-p-p-p-p-plague?" he said, even more confused,"What sort of plague?! Huh?"
"At first, you start HEARING things, like gunshots out of nowhere... it usually starts within seconds of contact with a carrier" he says unusually loud.
Daniel fires a shot in the air south-wards, so the boy doesn't see it.
The kid, by sheer luck, starts to wear a terrified expression,"G-gunshots?"
Jack nods,"Oh yeah, I hear them all the time... and then you get BLOODSHOT EYES... oh, Jesus, son, you got 'em now!" he continues, in dramatic tones. "And then... you hear weird sounds... like brahmin!" he says, unusually loud again.
Daniel starts to make the sound of a dying brahmin, trying as best to go along with the trick. He fires more gunshots, and the kid finally loses it.
"OH GOD, I HAVE TO GET HOME TO MA AND TELL HER ABOUT THIS!!!" the kid finally says, snapping, and runs North, screaming on the top of his lungs.
After the kid is out of sight, Jack and Daniel burst out laughing, glad that they didn't actually have to kill him.

~

After a couple more months, maybe a year more of travelling, the had realized they had traveled South, into Alabama, and ran into a group of travelers.

~

In the first rays of the sun, in October of 2286, they had, after months, encountered a small... landmark, with was a tree with vans piled around it.
As they approached it, Jack, yet again, doing the talking.
"Excuse me," he said in a firm voice,"excuse me, is there any--"
Suddenly, from behind him, someone stabbed Jack in the hand.
"GAAAAAAAAAH, MOTHER OF--GAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he screamed, moving forwards and collapsing onto the ground.
Daniel unholstered his pistol, and turned behind him, seeing a small, unclothed lady with paint.
So, he fired two warning shots...
Into her head. The woman fell to the ground, bleeding, dead, and six more charged at him, all with combat knives, each charging him from afar.
"Easy targets," he said, aiming at them,"goodbye, tribals." He took a number of shots at each person, and each fell to the ground like flies falling from the sky. He holstered his gun, watching the last one stare at him with a gaze of fury... then drop.
By the time the last one fell to the ground, Daniel had realized he had killed all of them in the span of merely two minutes.
He popped a cigarette into his mouth, took out his lighter, and lit his cigarette. He stowed the lighter back in his satchel, and dragged Jack up one of the ramps into a Van.

He rummaged through his things, and started to patch up Jack's hand wound with the disinfectant and bandaging he found in his bag,"You really should be more careful," he said, matter of factly, although he knew that Jack wouldn't listen in the end.
"Hey, it got us this far, right?" Jack replied, as usual.
After Daniel had finished patching up Jack's hand, he looked out of the end of the van, and stepped outside to re-examine the situation. He went over to the many corpses, and looted their belongings, adding a number of things to his bag. However, when he finished looting the last one, he found a strange device beside them. Daniel, being the curious guy he is, picked it up, cleaning blood off of the monitor.
"Huh," he said,"a... Pip... boy?" he said.
As it beeped on, he dropped it, jumping at the abrupt noise.
He picked it off the ground once more, and found that it was displaying a series of 1's and 0's, before showing a picture of a cartoon character with a jumpsuit.
As he scrolled through it, he reached a screen labeled "Map", which he looked at.
"Oh, shit!" he said,"We're not even close to the destination!"
After realizing this, he took this information to Jack; after carefully assessing his hand, he realized they wouldn't be getting to the Capital Wasteland anytime soon, maybe another 2 or 3 years before they reached their destination.

~

So, after the months it took for Jack's hand to heal, they continued on their path to the Capital Wasteland, following the map that was already on there; it was, for the most part, correct, give or take a few locations that were wiped off the map due to the nuclear bombardment.

On the sixth year, they got closer to DC, and on the same year, 2290, they finally arrived within the boundaries...
then at Tenpenny Tower...
then closer...
until they finally reached their final destination.

...

Jack looked up at the engine in awe, watching as it whirred as a cat would when being pet by his master. He sighed out of relief,"It's really as pretty as they say she is." He stood with David, looking at the grand city of trash, the city of plane scrap, the crapyard turn scrapyard. A vibration in his satchel startled him, but he jumbled through it and grabbed out the same Pipboy 2000 that he had bought from that vendor so long ago. It whirred, starting up, and then it activated it's interface.
"It seems things may be starting to turn in our favor," David said, chuckling, and Jack had followed in suit.