User blog:JellyBeanBazooka/Fallout RP Character



Name: Jason Shecks

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 21

Appearance

Personality: Jittery, Childlike, Morbid sense of humor, Pack-Rat, Vengeful

Dislikes: Docs, Assholes, People touching his shit

Likes: Hookers and blow, Shiny bits, fixing shit,  KILL KILL KILL !

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

S - 5 (+2 in combat)(-1 out of combat)

P - 4 (+2 in combat)(-1 out of combat)

E - 8 (+2 in combat)(-1 out of combat)

C - 3 (-1 out of combat)

I - 6 (-1 out of combat)

A - 5 (+2 in combat)(-1 out of combat)

L - 9 (-1 out of combat)

Traits: Combat-Ready and Regular User

Weapon specialty: Ballistic weapons, melee, explosives

Non-Weapon Specialty: Repair, Lockpick, Survival

Gear: Backpack, unmodified DB Shotgun, unmodified .357 revolver, 60 12 gauge shells, 30 .357 magnum rounds, 5 days worth of food and water, 4 stimpacks, reinforced leather armor, 2 syringes of psycho, 3 Mentats, 4 Buff-out, 1 Jet, broken night vision goggles/gasmask (can't find the parts), metal helmet, machete, bolt cutters, toolbox (all the non-power tools), "Stabby McStuffins" mechanical terror teddy

Job: Ex-Raider, Tinkerer, Mechanic

Backstory: Jason used to run with a raider tribe known as the Tuskers, who specialized in breeding and training mutated, carnivorous, two-headed boars and attacking caravans with them. During the day was time to kill and take someone's shit, and the night was for hookers and blow. Life was great, that is, if you were any other raider but him. All the other Raiders would poke fun at him because he would always be taking random junk from the caravans and trying to make something out of it. Eventually, the rock-throwing, name-calling and not being able to partake in vices with his group caught up with him. He then went off on his own to an abandoned factory nearby and got to work. Two weeks later after many failed attempts to get one up and running, he returned to camp with a modified Mr. Handy that took out his former "Friends" before they could even realize they were going to be used to make sushi. He would then wander around the Wastelands looking for things he ould take, fix or get paid for doing the first two options on it till some guy in a suit saw him turning a motorcycle into an artillery cannon and got him to join whatever this was as the troop's resident mechanic.