Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Aug 23, 2013 13:15:11 GMT -5
Name: None, really. Just known as "the Bus Driver"
Race: Uh...kind of an android.
Gender: Male (in appearance and voice)
Age: Over 100+ years
Profession: Automatic Bus Driver
Appearance: The Bus Driver (as well as his bus) is beat up, aged, slightly rusted, and ugly to look at.
Height: Uh...what's left of him is probably three feet.
Weight: He's built into the bus. He ways tons.
Equipment: None.
Personality: While he's nowhere near as advanced as the Institute's robots, his "old age" has allowed him to form some sort of a personality and mind of his own. He happily greets those who get on his beat up and rusted bus, but can be bothered and angered. However, he is unable to change his voice's pitch, so he always sounds a bit cheery, even if mad. He can be sarcastic as well and will comment on dangerous areas. For example "Why don't you get off here and explore this radiation filled town...I'm sure nothing bad will happen!" He seems to be generally aware of his surroundings and that the war happened.
History: The Bus Driver was created by a Bus Transportation company in New York. With the rise of automatic robots like Mr. Handys and other such automated tech, one company decided to try out making Automated drivers for buses, to compete with the Taxis services that were all over New York. The idea was to have buses that ran longer hours and with drivers who they didn't have to pay for overtime. The engineers who created the bus developed the Bus Driver, who was hard wired into the bus's internal mechanisms. They gave him a automatic route, and the evening that they gave him a test run to see if the bus could automatically go to all stops without causing trouble, the bombs fell, killing the engineers and severely damaging the bus. It would lay there for a long time, untouched by the times after the Great War. And for many years it stayed where it was., the Bus Driver knocked into a long Sleep Mode.
Around the battered bus, "life" went on. Those who had survived the atomic war lived on in the dark, having taken shelter in New York City's subway tunnels as no Vaults were installed in the City. Feral Ghouls sometimes rambled on board the bus, using it as a temporary shelter before wandering elsewhere. Eventually, a group of New Yorkers came out from the Subway Tunnels and found the NYPD station and became known as New York's Finest, led by a strange and mysterious and unseen entity known as "The Mayor". The New York's Finest, along with The Mayor, were dedicated to returning the Big Apple to its former Old World glory. As they patrolled the city, they would eventually come across an old bus in the ruins. Inside, they found the robotic driver, hunched over the steering wheel. He was nothing but the bare metal he was made with, and one arm had been blown off, the other mostly gone, its remains dangling limplessly. He had a few switches on the back of his head, and, switching one of them, The Bus Driver whirled to life.
The bus itself was too damaged for it to go anywhere, but it soon became apparent that the robot inside could control it if it was fixed. Scouring the city for supplies, the New York's Finest looked for materials to repair the bus, getting it new wheels, some new Sensor Modules, energy cells, scrap electronics, and scrap metal. Eventually, after some fixing and jury rigging, the bus finally began to move. The Bus Driver still had its automatic routes installed, and still follows them loyally. After clearing some of the roads, the New York's Finest have come one step closer to restoring the Big Apple:
The reinstalled one of the City's Pre War transportation systems.
Race: Uh...kind of an android.
Gender: Male (in appearance and voice)
Age: Over 100+ years
Profession: Automatic Bus Driver
Appearance: The Bus Driver (as well as his bus) is beat up, aged, slightly rusted, and ugly to look at.
Height: Uh...what's left of him is probably three feet.
Weight: He's built into the bus. He ways tons.
Equipment: None.
Personality: While he's nowhere near as advanced as the Institute's robots, his "old age" has allowed him to form some sort of a personality and mind of his own. He happily greets those who get on his beat up and rusted bus, but can be bothered and angered. However, he is unable to change his voice's pitch, so he always sounds a bit cheery, even if mad. He can be sarcastic as well and will comment on dangerous areas. For example "Why don't you get off here and explore this radiation filled town...I'm sure nothing bad will happen!" He seems to be generally aware of his surroundings and that the war happened.
History: The Bus Driver was created by a Bus Transportation company in New York. With the rise of automatic robots like Mr. Handys and other such automated tech, one company decided to try out making Automated drivers for buses, to compete with the Taxis services that were all over New York. The idea was to have buses that ran longer hours and with drivers who they didn't have to pay for overtime. The engineers who created the bus developed the Bus Driver, who was hard wired into the bus's internal mechanisms. They gave him a automatic route, and the evening that they gave him a test run to see if the bus could automatically go to all stops without causing trouble, the bombs fell, killing the engineers and severely damaging the bus. It would lay there for a long time, untouched by the times after the Great War. And for many years it stayed where it was., the Bus Driver knocked into a long Sleep Mode.
Around the battered bus, "life" went on. Those who had survived the atomic war lived on in the dark, having taken shelter in New York City's subway tunnels as no Vaults were installed in the City. Feral Ghouls sometimes rambled on board the bus, using it as a temporary shelter before wandering elsewhere. Eventually, a group of New Yorkers came out from the Subway Tunnels and found the NYPD station and became known as New York's Finest, led by a strange and mysterious and unseen entity known as "The Mayor". The New York's Finest, along with The Mayor, were dedicated to returning the Big Apple to its former Old World glory. As they patrolled the city, they would eventually come across an old bus in the ruins. Inside, they found the robotic driver, hunched over the steering wheel. He was nothing but the bare metal he was made with, and one arm had been blown off, the other mostly gone, its remains dangling limplessly. He had a few switches on the back of his head, and, switching one of them, The Bus Driver whirled to life.
The bus itself was too damaged for it to go anywhere, but it soon became apparent that the robot inside could control it if it was fixed. Scouring the city for supplies, the New York's Finest looked for materials to repair the bus, getting it new wheels, some new Sensor Modules, energy cells, scrap electronics, and scrap metal. Eventually, after some fixing and jury rigging, the bus finally began to move. The Bus Driver still had its automatic routes installed, and still follows them loyally. After clearing some of the roads, the New York's Finest have come one step closer to restoring the Big Apple:
The reinstalled one of the City's Pre War transportation systems.
