Post by frostatios on Aug 23, 2013 5:49:05 GMT -5
Name: Braden Ó Cathasaigh
Weight: 203 Lbs
Alias: The Shakes
Height: 6 feet
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (He thinks)
Race: Human
Birthday: September 10th
Profession: Caravan Trader
Equipment: Wears generic combat armour mostly but when he is not in combat he just throws on an overcoat over his clothes. Has a combat shotgun and a double barreled shotgun. Carries mainly supplies and shotgun shells with a few stimpacks and other essentials with a few grenades.
Personality: Neutral, he does what he can purely to survive. He's bored and is always looking for fun but when he meets people he's really shy and quiet. He is quick witted and is able to hold his own in an argument. He is a naturally level headed person and prefers to avoid a fight if possible, but this is rarely a possibility in the Wastelands.
Appearance: Has blue eyes and a normal straight nose that is average length. His hair is brown and in a style very similar to the Blast Back style but a bit longer. He is also clean shaven. He has broader than average shoulders, a large rib cage and large thighs.
Companion: "Houndog" the dog. Hounddog's ears point upwards and can point downwards and he is a very lean dog. Despite this, however, he eats everything he finds in the wastes, from chewing on a Centaur to drinking irradiated water. He is fairly furry with brown and white fur. Braden isn't exactly sure what breed of dog he is, but he saw a picture of a "Border Collie" once and Hounddog looked like that but with brown patches of fur rather than black.
History:
When he was a boy, Braden's father told amazing tales to him about his life to make him feel better about growing up in the wastes. Braden's father, called Seamus, said that the family was Irish, and that Braden was born in the fields of Ireland before moving to America. Foolishly, Braden believed his father until he grew older and began to question how they would actually cross the Atlantic Ocean, or why they would actually move to such a shithole like the wastes. Braden's past was full of mysteries, the first being his age. It wasn't really felt important in the caravan party to keep the date, so years just passed without their knowing. The only thing Braden knew about his age was his birthday. The other mystery of Braden was his mother. He nagged his father for hours on end but he would not talk. This meant that Braden conjured up all sorts of wonderful stories of how his mother was out there somewhere, an international model or something. One of his stranger ideas was that his mother was a Brahmin which had seduced his father. He asked his father if his mother was a Brahmin, and this time he replied, as he felt the truth was less embarrassing than the story. He said rather bluntly: "Braden, your mother was a prostitute" and then walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving his son with his mouth open in shock. One day, the caravan team stumbled upon an already raided caravan and scavanged supplies from it, but also found a record player with a few records and a dog. This was Braden's entertainment for more or less the rest of his life. One of the records, Braden discovered, was an Elvis record, which Braden instantly fell in love with. He became obsessed with the music and when he grew close to the scavanged dog, he named it "Hounddog" after the record. Braden and the dog became inseperable comanions.
As Braden grew older, he got bored. When you spend all your time in a caravan convoy looking at the same old scorched irradiated fields, listening to the same records that even a bloatfly holds interest. Occasionally though, the caravans would get attacked by a party of Super Mutants or raiders, which was terrifying but exciting. One raid caused the death of one of their guards, and they did not have enough money to hire a new one, so the caravan traders decided that they should just make do with what they had, and they Braden a rifle with which to defend the caravan with in times of need. With his new toy, Braden practiced shooting for hours on end and soon became the best shot of the caravans, better even than that of the guards. However, during Braden's third Super Mutant attack, a grenade landed near him and burst, leaving only minor external injuries but damaging Braden's head. He ended up having shellshock, and when he recovered his hands were unable to stay stable, meaning that he could no longer take a shot on target. He couldn't shoot at all, and the caravan members jeered at him, calling him "The Shakes", a nickname which he has never been able to rid himself of. He had to trade in his hunting rifle for a double barreled shotgun, much to the amusement of the guards. Truth be told, Braden preffered the shotgun because of its lack of finesse.
By the time Braden had finished puberty, he hit an all time low with boredom. He decided that this was it, and he couldn't stand staying with the same caravan party any more, as the jeering had only gotten worse with time. It was time for Braden to leave and make his own fortune in the wastes. One day he was put in charge of the final caravan in the convoy, an opportunity which he couldn't afford to pass up. While the guards were distracted by a band of ghouls, Braden made sure he had his armour, equipment, gun and dog and changed the course of the Brahmin, leaving the rest of the group behind. There he is now, with his caravan roaming the wastes with his trusty companion, listening to Elvis over and over again with no idea where he is going and with a dwindling supply of food, but for once in his life, Braden feels amused. He is no longer bored, he is free, free to go wherever he wants... as long as he knows where he is going.
Weight: 203 Lbs
Alias: The Shakes
Height: 6 feet
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (He thinks)
Race: Human
Birthday: September 10th
Profession: Caravan Trader
Equipment: Wears generic combat armour mostly but when he is not in combat he just throws on an overcoat over his clothes. Has a combat shotgun and a double barreled shotgun. Carries mainly supplies and shotgun shells with a few stimpacks and other essentials with a few grenades.
Personality: Neutral, he does what he can purely to survive. He's bored and is always looking for fun but when he meets people he's really shy and quiet. He is quick witted and is able to hold his own in an argument. He is a naturally level headed person and prefers to avoid a fight if possible, but this is rarely a possibility in the Wastelands.
Appearance: Has blue eyes and a normal straight nose that is average length. His hair is brown and in a style very similar to the Blast Back style but a bit longer. He is also clean shaven. He has broader than average shoulders, a large rib cage and large thighs.
Companion: "Houndog" the dog. Hounddog's ears point upwards and can point downwards and he is a very lean dog. Despite this, however, he eats everything he finds in the wastes, from chewing on a Centaur to drinking irradiated water. He is fairly furry with brown and white fur. Braden isn't exactly sure what breed of dog he is, but he saw a picture of a "Border Collie" once and Hounddog looked like that but with brown patches of fur rather than black.
History:
When he was a boy, Braden's father told amazing tales to him about his life to make him feel better about growing up in the wastes. Braden's father, called Seamus, said that the family was Irish, and that Braden was born in the fields of Ireland before moving to America. Foolishly, Braden believed his father until he grew older and began to question how they would actually cross the Atlantic Ocean, or why they would actually move to such a shithole like the wastes. Braden's past was full of mysteries, the first being his age. It wasn't really felt important in the caravan party to keep the date, so years just passed without their knowing. The only thing Braden knew about his age was his birthday. The other mystery of Braden was his mother. He nagged his father for hours on end but he would not talk. This meant that Braden conjured up all sorts of wonderful stories of how his mother was out there somewhere, an international model or something. One of his stranger ideas was that his mother was a Brahmin which had seduced his father. He asked his father if his mother was a Brahmin, and this time he replied, as he felt the truth was less embarrassing than the story. He said rather bluntly: "Braden, your mother was a prostitute" and then walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving his son with his mouth open in shock. One day, the caravan team stumbled upon an already raided caravan and scavanged supplies from it, but also found a record player with a few records and a dog. This was Braden's entertainment for more or less the rest of his life. One of the records, Braden discovered, was an Elvis record, which Braden instantly fell in love with. He became obsessed with the music and when he grew close to the scavanged dog, he named it "Hounddog" after the record. Braden and the dog became inseperable comanions.
As Braden grew older, he got bored. When you spend all your time in a caravan convoy looking at the same old scorched irradiated fields, listening to the same records that even a bloatfly holds interest. Occasionally though, the caravans would get attacked by a party of Super Mutants or raiders, which was terrifying but exciting. One raid caused the death of one of their guards, and they did not have enough money to hire a new one, so the caravan traders decided that they should just make do with what they had, and they Braden a rifle with which to defend the caravan with in times of need. With his new toy, Braden practiced shooting for hours on end and soon became the best shot of the caravans, better even than that of the guards. However, during Braden's third Super Mutant attack, a grenade landed near him and burst, leaving only minor external injuries but damaging Braden's head. He ended up having shellshock, and when he recovered his hands were unable to stay stable, meaning that he could no longer take a shot on target. He couldn't shoot at all, and the caravan members jeered at him, calling him "The Shakes", a nickname which he has never been able to rid himself of. He had to trade in his hunting rifle for a double barreled shotgun, much to the amusement of the guards. Truth be told, Braden preffered the shotgun because of its lack of finesse.
By the time Braden had finished puberty, he hit an all time low with boredom. He decided that this was it, and he couldn't stand staying with the same caravan party any more, as the jeering had only gotten worse with time. It was time for Braden to leave and make his own fortune in the wastes. One day he was put in charge of the final caravan in the convoy, an opportunity which he couldn't afford to pass up. While the guards were distracted by a band of ghouls, Braden made sure he had his armour, equipment, gun and dog and changed the course of the Brahmin, leaving the rest of the group behind. There he is now, with his caravan roaming the wastes with his trusty companion, listening to Elvis over and over again with no idea where he is going and with a dwindling supply of food, but for once in his life, Braden feels amused. He is no longer bored, he is free, free to go wherever he wants... as long as he knows where he is going.