Alex McFarland

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Character Name:
Alex Kenneth McFarland    


Nickname(s):
Alex has many nicknames... most  notable from his time in the NCR are "Asshole"


Race:
Alex is Human. 


Sex:
Male


Age:
Thirty


Birthplace:
Shady sands






Height:
6 foot


Weight:
160 pounds


Eye Color:
Green


Hair Color:
Brown


Hair Style:
Alex hair is very unkept, though clean, he just never combs it.


Facial Hair:
A heavy stubble.


Skin Color:
White, not very tanned.


Build:
Athletic


Distinguishing Features:
A scar over his right cheek, very straight and clean, maybe caused by a blade. 






Profession:
Mercenary (freelance) 


Skills:
Firearms and hand to hand.


Training:
He is trained in the use and maintenance of firearms, as well as some CQC in case things get a bit too close for a gun.


Other Abilities:
He makes a mean steak... that and he's very good at bluffing, and does know his way around the landscape of the west coast.


Apparel:
Alex wears a long brown duster that is usually accompanied by some form of vest that is usually makeshift from scraps of metal, grey Jeans, combat boots, black combat gloves, a brown desperado hat and a red cloth that he uses occasionally for a facewrap. 


Weaponry:
He carries three weapons mainly, a .357 revolver, a battered .32 hunting Rifle with a snipers scope on it and an old combat knife. His trusty .357, or, "Beth" as he calls it, Is your standard .357 revolver with a few modifications, a longer barrel and some sort of grip for a scope. Along the grip are notches, indicating the amount of people he's killed with it, so far it's at a ten. His battered .32 Hunting rifle seems... well, battered but maintained. The barrel seems to be a bit rusted, and the butt of the rifle is a bit dented but, It still fires like any other rifle and hits its target hard. His combat knife as certainly been younger, rust corroded the teeth on the back of the blade, If one were to look closely, there would be specks of blood along the blade and the grip. 


Other Equipment:
.357 and .32 Rounds, a satchel that seems to be from some kind of school. Inside the satchel would be Some canned foods, A stimpack, bandages, his personal Journal and a pencil






Affiliation:
Originally NCR, now no affiliation.


Religious Belief:
Atheist


Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual 


Relationship Status:
Single


Personality:
Alex has a very quick temper. He is usually quite a pleasant person to talk to, but do anything wrong in his book and he'll skin you alive for it. He can also be charming and polite when the situation permits it but prefers actions over words. He does have compassion for the poor, suffering and that, but for the most part he's quite cold when it comes to the poor and suffering especially when it comes to a job, he's all business, no pleasure... Mostly. As for the quick temper well... He can keep it under control for the most part but, is easily taunted and agitated when it comes to "Fools". For the most part, he's just serious most of the time, Always planning, always thinking, His own downfall really.








Alex was born the lovely town of Shady sands, the NCR's Capital, a lovely healthy boy that had his mothers Deep green eyes and his fathers facial features. Alex's mother was Stacey Millford, a very lovely, caring woman, compassionate and heartwarming.. shame that never passed onto Alex. Alex more inherited his father, Kenneth McFarland, an NCR Veteran ranger and one of the toughest people he's ever known. He was tactical, strong, brave, everything Alex wanted to be, and that's what he tried to do. Every year, every year that his father was around, he'd listen to his old war stories, The bravery and heroics that he was told about made him go all wide-eyed at his father like he was some kind of celebrity.

Move on about... seventeen years after birth he just signed up for recruitment In the NCR military, he was so excited at that moment. "Maybe pa will be proud of me" He thought, and oh... how wrong he'd be, but that's for later. The moment he went home and announced that he just signed up, his mother gave him /hell/ for it. She would shout "Why are you doing this?" and "What about me?" with tears in her deep green eyes, her long brown strands of hair gracefully following every head-shake she made. Her hands were trembling at that moment, Alex just stood there, completely confused. He thought his mother would also be proud, but at the time... she just seemed so angry. Kenneth stepped in before it got out of control. "It's his choice, Stacey, let it go-" He was cut off by Stacey pushing against the large mans chest, more pushing herself back. "I already lost you to these damn wars I'm not losing my baby boy!" She howled. Kenneth just stood there, staring, Or at least that's what Alex remembers.

"I'm not losing my baby boy." Those words rang through his head for years, still do, and did during his time in the NCR military. Move forward a year, after basic training they were guarding some outpost on the edge of their little border of territory, watching out for any sign of trouble but mostly just smoking and playing cards. Anyways, they were waiting, guarding the outpost from the dreaded Tumbleweeds! ...Or so he thought. There was an odd moment of silence, well, that's at least how Alex remembers it. A sudden hush of silence before a loud bang then a thud, A rifle, sounded like a .32 caliber cracked one of the troopers at the outpost right in the head a spray of gore over the the table of poker. After that shot, it was a hail of gunfire, of all sorts. Alex fell to the ground for some sort of cover, before rolling to the nearest form of cover... A wooden crate. Better than nothing, He quickly flung his rifle from his shoulders, taking it into his now shaking hands. He cant remember very much... it's all a haze. The crackle of gunfire was all he remembered, along with the smoke, How he hated the smoke... The battle continued, but he just couldn't do it, He was scared to raise his head above cover and expose himself, scared of death, and in that haze of fear, things were about to take a turn for the worst for him. Footsteps... footsteps behind him! He clutched his rifle, quickly spinning around and firing off three shots, he didn't even look, or react at first to what he had done... or who he shot. The man he shot was an NCR ranger at the outpost, He never knew the man but He knew that he was important, or... was. He just... stared at him, He couldn't believe what he just had done. He shot an NCR ranger, Him! At that moment, thoughts raced through his head. "Maybe I could lie about it? Maybe I should say it was the raiders?" The gunfire was ceasing... "Maybe I should just tell them the truth" Faintly, there was an order to check for casualties. There was one last thought that ran through his head. "Maybe I should desert..." After a moment, he slung his rifle over his back, then quickly and quietly made his way out while his comrades... or former comrades counted the dead. He knew there was no going back either way, If the brass found out about what he done... If his /father/ found out about what he had done. He just couldn't go back to that, he wouldn't... 

Give him another two years, killing has become second nature to him, and occasionally, he would enjoy it, enjoy when things went wrong, when trouble started. His personality that was cocky,Humorous. was replaced with a dark, detached mood. He already ditched his old uniform, his old life and even his name. Replacing his attire to something a little less conspicuous he would set out to become a hired gun in the wastes. He got that notable scar around this time, Some raiders kidnapped a little girl, wanted some sort of ransom for her alive. He wasn't having that, at all, when he got a meeting set up for the "Ransom" it was in some, as he called it, "stupid cave". But the only ransom paid, was in blood, /their/ blood. At that meeting, Alex, without hesitation, killed all of them. There were five, least that was what he remembers, but it was all a blur, so fast. The scar was caused by one of the Raiders drawing some makeshift knife and sending a slash his way, if he didn't arch himself backwards, the blade could have done a lot of damage, or killed him. Needless to say though the raider didn't really make it, The girl did however, if a bit shaken. Alex didn't even blink at her, he just moved his head towards the exit, saying in a hushed tone "get." And that girl ran as Alex stood there, relishing in his kills.

That's really what most of his jobs came down to over his years as a Gun for hire in the wasteland that he now called home, it wasn't really about running anymore from what he had done, he just enjoyed the adrenaline, the smoke and gunfire more than he had ever enjoyed... well, anything. More years pass of going around the wasteland, more years killing Raiders, thugs and Abominations. He started writing in a journal, trying to keep his personal thoughts on paper as well as some hastily drawn maps, and for the most part that was his number one pass time through these years, besides, drinking, smoking and the occasional bar fight. 

Now, he currently resides next to some campfire out in the wastes, his rifle on his lap as he tries to stay awake for another second. Never know when someone will try and sneak up and steal your things, right?