Post by unit894 on Oct 28, 2013 18:06:52 GMT -5
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Character Name: Jack 'Crimson' Towers
Nickname(s): 'Crimson'
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 32 (born March 4, 2249)
Birthplace: The Soul's End, West Virginia
Height: 5"10"
Weight: 200lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Warhawk
Facial Hair: Soul Patch
Skin Color: Olive
Build: Bulky, muscled
Distinguishing Features: Robotic left arm
Profession: Wanderer, part-time Merc
Skills: Firearms, Hand-to-hand, Explosives
Training: Hunting and killing Super Mutants (through experience)
Other Abilities: Knowledge of construction
Apparel: Combat Armour, Customised Combat Helmet (holes drilled on top for hair to come through),Ragged scarf, Old torn jeans, black hoodie
Weaponry: Customised Chinese Assault Rifle (Flashlight, reinforced wooden stock, shoulder strap), 9mm Pistol (with a flashlight taped to the side), Frag Grenades, Trench Knife
Other Equipment: Backpack, Ammo, Food, Water, Polishing rag (for arm)
Affiliation: None
Religious Belief: Atheist
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Good humoured, reserved
Jack was born in 'The Soul's End', the infamous HQ of slaver/raider gang, The Death Riders. His father was a slaver and his mother was a slave forced to work in the town brothel.
As was custom, when Jack was born, he was raised as a slave. Even when young and half starved, Jack was thick with muscle, the head slave warden, Scarecrow, named him 'Jack Towers' for his size, 'Crimson' for his blood red hair.
When Jack was old enough to work, he was set to clear out he old buildings of rubble and debris, and fix whatever holes there were in the floors, walls or ceilings. This slowly taught him to recognise structural weaknesses in buildings, and how to repair them. It also helped teach him how to use explosives, as they used grenades to blast through large mounds of rock. This went on for several months, until the town was completely fixed up and Jack was moved into a shipping container with eight other slaves.
When Jack was 14, he learned that his mother had been killed for disobeying a costumer. Jack was so angry and upset, he knocked out 3 slavers, and killing another with a shovel. He was beaten, starved and had all his hair sliced off save for a thin strip running the middle of his head, he later used grease to spike it up, to give himself a fearsome look.
After the outburst, Mercer assigned Jack to the Colosseum, his brute strength and sharp humour was a winning combination for distracting and pummelling opponents. An old Colosseum veteran taught him how to box properly, and Jack came close to becoming the champion.
His final fight was when he was 19. He was taken outside of he Colosseum for he first time in years, to find Robot, the Master of the Colosseum, and a stick-thin, shaking old man. He was told that he would able to stop being a slave and join the raiders if he killed the old man, Jack didn't even hesitate.
Years in the Colosseum had made him feel nothing when killing people with his hands and feet, but when he crushed the old man's skull in with his boot, all the walls fell away, and he collapsed sobbing, mourning his mother, the old man and everyone he had killed.
When he was led to Mercer's Palace by Robot and several raiders, Jack had gone deadly silent. As soon as Mercer came into sight, Jack broke the neck of the the raider in front, ripped Robot's customised assault rifle out of his hands and shoved him away, he shot the raider behind him in the chest, and took a pot-shot at Mercer, before running for it. He never knew if he actually hit Mercer.
Jack was able to escape the town, and even avoid the bikes sent after him, but he could not avoid the waste.
He was in the middle of nowhere with no food or water, just a filthy jump-suit and a gun. Killers behind him and who knew in front. It turned out to be more killers.
Whilst Jack slept fitfully under the stars, he was knocked out and dragged away into the night.
When he awoke, he found himself chained to a wall, his clothes and gun gone, and a crowd of savage raiders watching him, hungrily.
He was chained to the wall for a week, fed scraps and kicked or cut by anyone walking past. At the end of that week, they decided to let him go. However, that had 'forgotten' how to undo he chains, and were 'forced' to chop off his left arm.
One again he was forced into the waste, naked and delirious from starvation and blood loss. He stumbled forwards in a random direction, not really seeing where he was going, then he crawled, then dragged himself...then blacked out.
He awoke several days later, in a strange bed in a strange room. As he gathered the strength, he saw a backpack, with enough food and water for two weeks, a pile of clothes neatly folded, and the rifle he stole from Robot.
He saw a letter on the table by his bed, he reached out to grab it...and his arm whirred. He spent several days getting used to his new bionic arm. When he was ready, he read the letter. It was written in neat script, and explained how to maintain and clean the arm. The letter was signed 'Dr. J Herlingdrome'. The letter explained that the arm could not be submerged in water, it could not be brought into content with electricity, and there is a chance of it frizzing out and causing him extreme pain along his left side.
Jack left the strange building, which was simply a block of concrete on the outside, wind rain had buffeted the walls so no distinguishing feature was visible.
Jack walked for several weeks, deciding to continue to walk away from The Den.
After about 3 years of aimless wandering, Jack discovered the Washington D.C. , and decided that was where he would stay.
He spent 10 years travelling up and down the D.C area, from Old Olney to Rivet City, he would scavenge or work as a hired gun when he can.
Character Name: Jack 'Crimson' Towers
Nickname(s): 'Crimson'
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 32 (born March 4, 2249)
Birthplace: The Soul's End, West Virginia
Height: 5"10"
Weight: 200lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Warhawk
Facial Hair: Soul Patch
Skin Color: Olive
Build: Bulky, muscled
Distinguishing Features: Robotic left arm
Profession: Wanderer, part-time Merc
Skills: Firearms, Hand-to-hand, Explosives
Training: Hunting and killing Super Mutants (through experience)
Other Abilities: Knowledge of construction
Apparel: Combat Armour, Customised Combat Helmet (holes drilled on top for hair to come through),Ragged scarf, Old torn jeans, black hoodie
Weaponry: Customised Chinese Assault Rifle (Flashlight, reinforced wooden stock, shoulder strap), 9mm Pistol (with a flashlight taped to the side), Frag Grenades, Trench Knife
Other Equipment: Backpack, Ammo, Food, Water, Polishing rag (for arm)
Affiliation: None
Religious Belief: Atheist
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Good humoured, reserved
Jack was born in 'The Soul's End', the infamous HQ of slaver/raider gang, The Death Riders. His father was a slaver and his mother was a slave forced to work in the town brothel.
As was custom, when Jack was born, he was raised as a slave. Even when young and half starved, Jack was thick with muscle, the head slave warden, Scarecrow, named him 'Jack Towers' for his size, 'Crimson' for his blood red hair.
When Jack was old enough to work, he was set to clear out he old buildings of rubble and debris, and fix whatever holes there were in the floors, walls or ceilings. This slowly taught him to recognise structural weaknesses in buildings, and how to repair them. It also helped teach him how to use explosives, as they used grenades to blast through large mounds of rock. This went on for several months, until the town was completely fixed up and Jack was moved into a shipping container with eight other slaves.
When Jack was 14, he learned that his mother had been killed for disobeying a costumer. Jack was so angry and upset, he knocked out 3 slavers, and killing another with a shovel. He was beaten, starved and had all his hair sliced off save for a thin strip running the middle of his head, he later used grease to spike it up, to give himself a fearsome look.
After the outburst, Mercer assigned Jack to the Colosseum, his brute strength and sharp humour was a winning combination for distracting and pummelling opponents. An old Colosseum veteran taught him how to box properly, and Jack came close to becoming the champion.
His final fight was when he was 19. He was taken outside of he Colosseum for he first time in years, to find Robot, the Master of the Colosseum, and a stick-thin, shaking old man. He was told that he would able to stop being a slave and join the raiders if he killed the old man, Jack didn't even hesitate.
Years in the Colosseum had made him feel nothing when killing people with his hands and feet, but when he crushed the old man's skull in with his boot, all the walls fell away, and he collapsed sobbing, mourning his mother, the old man and everyone he had killed.
When he was led to Mercer's Palace by Robot and several raiders, Jack had gone deadly silent. As soon as Mercer came into sight, Jack broke the neck of the the raider in front, ripped Robot's customised assault rifle out of his hands and shoved him away, he shot the raider behind him in the chest, and took a pot-shot at Mercer, before running for it. He never knew if he actually hit Mercer.
Jack was able to escape the town, and even avoid the bikes sent after him, but he could not avoid the waste.
He was in the middle of nowhere with no food or water, just a filthy jump-suit and a gun. Killers behind him and who knew in front. It turned out to be more killers.
Whilst Jack slept fitfully under the stars, he was knocked out and dragged away into the night.
When he awoke, he found himself chained to a wall, his clothes and gun gone, and a crowd of savage raiders watching him, hungrily.
He was chained to the wall for a week, fed scraps and kicked or cut by anyone walking past. At the end of that week, they decided to let him go. However, that had 'forgotten' how to undo he chains, and were 'forced' to chop off his left arm.
One again he was forced into the waste, naked and delirious from starvation and blood loss. He stumbled forwards in a random direction, not really seeing where he was going, then he crawled, then dragged himself...then blacked out.
He awoke several days later, in a strange bed in a strange room. As he gathered the strength, he saw a backpack, with enough food and water for two weeks, a pile of clothes neatly folded, and the rifle he stole from Robot.
He saw a letter on the table by his bed, he reached out to grab it...and his arm whirred. He spent several days getting used to his new bionic arm. When he was ready, he read the letter. It was written in neat script, and explained how to maintain and clean the arm. The letter was signed 'Dr. J Herlingdrome'. The letter explained that the arm could not be submerged in water, it could not be brought into content with electricity, and there is a chance of it frizzing out and causing him extreme pain along his left side.
Jack left the strange building, which was simply a block of concrete on the outside, wind rain had buffeted the walls so no distinguishing feature was visible.
Jack walked for several weeks, deciding to continue to walk away from The Den.
After about 3 years of aimless wandering, Jack discovered the Washington D.C. , and decided that was where he would stay.
He spent 10 years travelling up and down the D.C area, from Old Olney to Rivet City, he would scavenge or work as a hired gun when he can.
