Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190827174844/@comment-37629772-20190828064921

(Fallout you say? Well don't mind if I do)

Name: Randy smith A.K.A Radiation Randy

Gender: Male

Species: Ghoul

Age: 234

Appearance: Like your average ghoul, except for a large deathclaw mark on his right eye and no right eye at all, also completely bald, with a bushy beard.

Personality: Tad bit creepy, but with a heart of gold.

Dislikes: People threatening what he would consider his buds, raiders and ghoul racists.

Likes: His guitar, chems and having a couple beers with friends.

S: 5 (-2 species modifer)

P: 8

E: 5 (+2 species modifer)

C: 2

I: 1 (-3 species modifer)

A: 2 (+2 species modifer)

L: 5

Traits: Lead belly and regular user

Specialty: Handguns, two handed melee weapons, small sharp melee weapons (Combat knives and rippers)

Gear: Duffel bag, War drum modified into a sort of guitar, unmodified combat knife, .44 pistol, 36 bullets of .44 ammo, 4 jet puffw, 6 nuka colas and 6 beers, 3 days worth of food, 4 stimpack, leather armor.

Job: Scavenger/wanderer

Backstory: Randy was a pre-war citizen, working as a doctor and had a rather pleasant life....until the bombs dropped. He wasn't able to get into the vault in time, not like they'd let him in anyway, and thus was turned into a ghoul as the rads hit him. As he wandered this ruined nation, his past life started to become a blur as he memory started to fade and became unable to remember anything about his past life. It dosen't bother him though, he figured make the most of it, find a couple friends and enjoy your life in this new world. He even learned how to play the guitar while surviving the wastes.

Start

The sound of a guitar being played would become more and more audible as Bruce got closer to the tent. He would find Randy sitting on a half broken chair strumming the strings of his war drim and singing a rather unsettling song in his raspy, disheveled voice, all the while having a big goofy, missing teeth grin on his face.

"The shadow of the Undertaker creeps across your floor. Go lock up all your children and paint blood upon your door. These hills are filled with whispers of a man all clothed in bla-"

He was suddenly interupted when one of the strings broke without warning.

"Damn it.." He let out with a sigh, his grin leaving with his unamused breathe. He would then lift from his intrument and spot Bruce. His comically silly smile came back as he waved to the soldier.

"Hey bud! We ready to move?"