Post by FallingSanity on Mar 7, 2016 7:32:40 GMT -5
Character Name: Tex Briscoe
Nickname(s): 'Holy Roller'
Race: Caucasian-Latino / Ghoul
Sex: Female
Age: 236
Birthplace: Carrizo Springs, Texas
Height: 5'5" / 1.65m
Weight: 62.3 kg / 137.3 lbs
Eye Color: Milky White
Hair Color: Caramel Blonde
Hair Style: Bald
Facial Hair: N/A
Skin Color: Yellowy-Brown
Build: Skinny / Malnourished
Distinguishing Features: Features: With skin and muscle clinging with no fat between them and her bones, numerous people have pointed out Briscoe's physical similarities to the likes of ghoul reavers, with her bones easily visible through her aching form. Despite this, her face has held up surprisingly well; her skin has of course flaked off almost all over, but her nose and lips have retained. She also has deep dark nail scars down from her eyes, from when she was first exposed to the agony of radiation poisoning.
Profession: Freelance
Skills: Briscoe is a master craftsman, able to fit two opposing jigsaw pieces together as if they were meant to lock in, and is a more than skilled survivor, having spent over 200 years doing exactly that. She's also exceptionally capable with firearms, from small to large arms.
Training: Having spent over 200 years having to survive and thrive in the wasteland, Briscoe has learnt more than her fair share. Before the bombs fell she had been practicing a number of intricate dances, and since then has managed to not only retain her knowledge but explore it further. One of very few people with a repertoire of pre-war dances under their belt, and perhaps the only mercenary south of the border to have those kind of talents, she has also managed to gather a wide array of technical education. Using libraries just after the war, and later learning from the development of the wasteland, Briscoe has a surprising degree of mechanical knowledge under her belt, easily able to customise weapons and devices and able to even tweak or repair larger machinations as well. Add to this an astounding proficiency with revolvers, and you have a surprisingly valuable freelancer.
Other Abilities: Briscoe has an unusual aptitude when it comes to games of luck and chance. Card, dice and general betting games always seem to favour her, especially when there are stakes. Briscoe has often cited her religious connections as part of her fortune, often blaming the Lord for her skill, and the punishment other players may suffer from losing to her.
Apparel: Long Overcoat, Peach Gambler Suit, Aviator Glasses, Cattleman Cowboy Hat
Weaponry: Scoped .44 Magnum, Machete
Other Equipment: Iguana Bits, Iguana on a Stick, Adjustable Wrench, x9 Nails, x5 Screws, x3 Steel
Affiliation: Independent
Religious Belief: Church of Latter Day Saints
Sexual Preference: Omnisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Over 200 years of painful, boring, ugly living will really get to you. Before the war Briscoe was a happy woman, excited to enter into the ever-growing field of scientific discovery, and if that didn't work, fall back on her effortless dancing abilities. Her grace, beauty, charm and intellect meant she had nothing but a bright future ahead of her. When the bombs fell, all of it was thrown away. Burnt, broken, and left without anything more than agony to her name, Briscoe began to lose herself, left in a pit of her own despair and absolute misery. Sure, in time she got over herself and realised she'd been very fortunate to be alive at all, but there was never a time where the small voice in the back of her head didn't remind her of what she could have been, what she could have done. She finds it hard to overcome on most days, and just rolls with the punches.
A clinically depressed, cynical, sociopathic 200 year-old ghoul, and she still manages to cause problems for everyone around her. Despite working as a mercenary, and often being quite precise about what she'll deal with, she has a poor ability of recalling that she is cripplingly terrified of the mutant insects that inhabit the wasteland. From bloatflies to cazadors, Tex is incapable of dealing with any of them, often times shrinking into shock or attempting to run. Her perplexing internal monologue of emotions mixed with her horrid ability to deal with some of the most common of the wastelands pests makes her seem like an utter joke, but her cold attitude and her lack of regrets make her one of the more heartless mercenaries in a world of heartless mercenaries. Unwilling to go on jobs that involve her spending on her own money is Tex's only limitation, and she has gone on countless slave runs and missions that involved executions of people of all ages. She's yet to find a job she wont do for the right money.
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