Post by anyoneforpie on Jun 18, 2014 17:32:23 GMT -5
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[/img][/center]Character Name:
DC-FEV-1-007
Nickname(s):
James
Race:
Intelligent deathclaw
Sex:
Male
Age:
c.45 (much older but this is approximately when he was mutated by the FEV)
Birthplace:
Unknown Enclave Base
Height:
2.7 metres
Weight:
180kg
Eye Color:
Black
Hair Color:
N/A
Hair Style:
N/A
Facial Hair:
N/A
Skin Color:
Grey, black and brown.
Build:
Muscular
Distinguishing Features:
Claws for hands, extremely large, limps on right leg.
Profession:
Wanderer
Skills:
Unarmed and survival
Training:
Instinct
Other Abilities:
Extremely strong and thick skinned.
Apparel:
Long robe with hood and a bandanna wrapped around left wrist.
Weaponry:
Claws.
Other Equipment:
N/A
Affiliation:
Himself
Religious Belief:
Atheist
Sexual Preference:
Asexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Helpful and friendly but has a short fuse.
In a secret Enclave research facility a group of deathclaws were imported from the wastes, each taken to a different room filled with men in white. Experimented on for almost two days straight, each animal now mutated more than before. The nuclear fallout had taken away many of their previous traits and replaced them with new ones, now the FEV had yet again mutated them again. The plan the Enclave had was thought to be flawless, give beasts the power to think like us and they will help our cause. Although many of the beasts were grateful for their new found mentality, forgetting their previous lives and happily joining the Enclave, DC-FEV-1-007 had memories of the indignities done against him and hatred built inside of him or his new masters.
Two weeks later, packed into various vertibirds the pack were being flown to their first 'mission'. Once dropped off, DC-FEV-1-007 took his chance and attacked his masters, killing 12 Enclave soldiers but not without his own loss. While fighting a man managed to fire multiple rounds through his right kneecap. Limping away from this he eventually found a shack owned by an old woman, who affectionately named him James, after an old world movie character. The two lived together in harmony until 2261 when she passed away, having nothing left to stay for, James decided to wander the wastes to help others, as the woman had helped him.