Post by theintenseslacker on May 26, 2016 0:35:45 GMT -5
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Character Name: Richmond Murphy
Nickname(s): Agent Murphy
Race:Human
Sex:Male
Age:37
Birthplace:The Capitol Wasteland
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Weight:
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Hair Style: Ronin
Facial Hair:
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Build:
Distinguishing Features: Heavily scarred face, burns on torso.
Profession: [Ex?]-Enclave
Skills and Abilities: Uncanny hacking abilities, power armor training.
Apparel:
Weaponry: [Broken] 50. Caliber Rifle
Other Possessions: Destroyed X-01 Power Armor Pieces, frame missing.
Affiliation:[Ex]Enclave
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Religious Belief:
Sexual Preference: Unknown
Companions: Unknown
Personality: Secretive, abraisive, rude
A shadow in the distance.
Winter in Ohio
The snowstorm raged for days, feeling like months.
It came down rapidly with no signs of slowing.
A door opens to reveal that this place is some sort of bar. A small fire seems to consume everything inside the small wood stove.
A male enters the bar, a short amount of snow pouring in. His face is covered by a balaclava. He doesn't remove it, taking a seat at the nearest barstool.
He orders something small to eat, almost minuscule. He was only here for one reason, a contract.
The male picks at the food as if bored by it.
Then someone walks in, a scary demeanor upon themselves. An assault rifle slung over their shoulder and multiple other assorted weaponry.
He notices the male sitting at the bar quite easily. All he does is come and hover over the other male's shoulders.
Then he speaks, quite gruff. He was quite old, mid-fifties at least.
"You. Fuck-head. You're in my spot."
A reply was mustered from the unknown male in the seat.
"No. This is my spot. I sit here all the time." His voice erupts, ghoulish. Very guttural.
The hovering male slams a fist into the seat-thieves head.
This warrants a quick reaction, a quick swing of the fist into the hovering male's head. After a long bout of fighting, the two finally stop.
In truth, no one had ever stood up to this male.
But this night was different.
The bar-fight left the opposition lying on the floor.
And later, followed back to his residence.
The truth about this man is the fight was not over a simple barseat.
This man knew too much about Richmond, and needed to be disposed of in a fashion of extreme stealth.
Let's take a step back into the past, shall we?
27 years ago.
His father was a prominent member of the Enclave, teaching him many of the ways of infantry. His mother, a programmer and engineer for vertibirds. Time not spent with his father when he was out doing dirty work was spent with his mother.
...
She was tapping at a computer screen. So he decided to play around with a stealth boy, pressing the buttons on the small square box, before he could activate it someone in service had caught him, the male looked as if he was in his mid-twenties, he pulled out a baton and beat the ten year old boy for toying with valuable resources.
Over the years, the boy grew a deep hatred for this man, as the beatings did not stop there.
The soldier was known as Henrey Addams.
...
The dimly lit interior of the house was not surprising, power was an asset that could not be wasted on drunks like this.
Richmond lifted something off the dresser, a pair of dogtags.
A name was made apparent to Richmond immediately...Addams.
He placed the dog tags in his pocket, and readied his large, anti-material rifle. Heading into the bedroom of the shack. He had turned the weapon around and slammed the butt of it into the head of Addams.
Addams woke up in a room, the walls appeared metal in comparison to the cheap, wooden walls of the old shack.
Richmond had walked in, through the nearby door. It became apparent that Addams was tied up to the chair, not for long.
Richmond took the blade, jabbing it between two bones in Addam's arms. He began the process of separating it from it's place.
"Where is the rest of your squad, Addams?"
A reply from the washed up old man.
"I won't be tellin' you shit. Get that damn knife outt--"
Cue the sound of flesh being jerked by the knife, blood erupted from the huge hole.
After hours of torture, and a missing arm. Richmond had gotten the information he needed.
Virginia.
2 days later.
Richmond boarded the vertibird, hauling the aging Addams along with him. He was only keeping him alive for a short time.
"So yer just gonna kill me when we find them?"
"No." Replied Richmond.
The vertibird flew for a good six hours before landing in Harper's ferry, WV. A very historical place.
It'd been converted into a small town.
Richmond decided to buy something cheap to eat while the pilot refueled.
Pork N Beans, and some strange meat for Addams.
Richmond boarded the vertibird, and handed him the meat.
"It's brahmin. Go ahead and eat it." He lied.
It didn't matter, he was hungry and thirsty. So he ate the strange tasting meat and began the journey through the rest of West Virginia.
As they flew, Richmond made no conversation whatsoever. He had no words left to trade with this man. A heavy tension clouded the air and nothing else was present. It felt as if the room was full of quiet hatred.
So around 300 miles of silence and a few refuels would bring them to the outer D.C. Ruins, before a direct hit from some sort of EMP device would bring them down fast. At least that's what the pilot told him.
"Land this thing, asshole."
Richmond pulled out a large, serrated blade that was at least 6 inches. He held it close to the woman's neck, pressing hard enough to draw blood.
She panicked, so he killed her.
Clearly these people were expendable to him, but Addams was not.
He jabbed the blade into the copilots throat before he could react in any way, leaving the blade deep within his throat. Blood oozed out of his neck. Richmond showed little to no interest. He tossed the females body onto the floor of the vertibird and took the seat.
"Addams, get up here right now!"
He screamed at the male. He got up to the front.
"Get rid of that body and sit your ass down!"
Addams sat down, luckily he knew a good bit about Vertibirds from his time in the enclave.
He never actually flew one, though.
"Tell me what to do!"
Addams gave a rushed reply.
"I'll do a manual reset on this thing."
And so he did, prodding multiple buttons and such. The engine fired back up as they swiveled through the sky and towards the hard ground.
So after about 15 seconds, the rotors kicked back up and they tried for a soft landing.
It wasn't so soft.
Richmond woke up disoriented, and Addams was...not here.
Richmond couldn't find a way out, so he lifted his holstered 10mm pistol and fired a few shots through the glass cockpit and started to kick it out, using leverage from his seat. He managed to break a hole in the glass and crawl out, gaining a cut on his palm.
He brushed it off as it were nothing. He found Addams expelling his vomit out onto the street.
This wasn't virginia, this was D.C...
He couldn't leave his only link to the rest of the crew here. So he helped Addams up and pulled him to safety.
This place would be lit up with scavengers in a little less than say...a few minutes?
Not to mention any of the other creatures here.
He left Addams in a safe place and went back to the vertibird, taking everything important to him.
A huge rifle was slung over his shoulder, along with a leather backpack.
But he came back to someone dragging Addams away.
He lifted the pistol and fired two precise shots right into his cranium. That'd leave him with a smoothie brain.
He'd move to the sickly Addams, and they'd move into DC, for now.
One Week Later
Addams was resting within a sleeping bag.
He was still sick.
Richmond had brought him some sort of antibiotics to help him.
But it was clear that he was losing his only link to the old Enclave team.
This was bad, very bad.
In the other room sat a power armor frame.
X-01, Enclave armor.
/Gonna continue this soon. eue
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