Post by Genesis on Jul 3, 2009 23:35:24 GMT -5
Name: Genesis (Breanna McLaughlin)
Nicknames?: Gen, Ginger
Age: 21
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115 lbs
Affiliation: Wastelander "Scavenger"
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Appearance: Gen is, quite obviously, a ginger. Pale skin, freckles and a mop of red hair. Her hair is disheveled, and one side it a tad longer than the other and slowly gets shorter as it goes to the other side of her head. She's got a very pale face, and large green eyes. She usually has dark rings around her eyes because she's a bit of an insomniac, and doesn't get much sleep. She's very wiry and thin, showing that she's obviously not very physically fit (though she can sprint like you wouldn't believe). She has fairly small feet, and long fingers. Among the rest of her, her fingernails are oddly the only thing that seems to always be pristine on her. She hates getting stuff under her nails. She's fairly short in stature, though just a smidge below average for a female.
She's usually wearing a slightly modified version of the Mercenary Troublemaker outfit. The gloves almost reach her elbows, and they're dark gray in coloyr. She wears a black turtle-neck shirt underneath, and the sleeves are torn off at the shoulders. When it's hot out, she tends to take off the jacket, just having her pants, boots and her black shirt.
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Personality: First impressions, Genesis seems be utterly unlikeable. She curses a lot and also smokes quite often. Her disheveled appearance doesn't help much. Most people could take her for a slaver, except for two interesting traits about her; She has a great way with words, and she's incredibly smart. Gen is strangely charismatic, persuasive, and almost always knows what to say. Very wry, and has a strange unintentional wit about her. Her great speech ability has lead her to getting her way, or obtaining thing she normally wouldn't, and has a way of getting people to like her more than the average citizen. Along with that, she's also very intelligent. It makes her very proficient with electronics or energy weapons, and able to circle the conversation the way she likes. She has a natural calmness about it that's almost 'infectious' and can spread to people she's around. She's usually quite calm most of the time, even in some bad situations. She only really seems to get surprised at the abstract (which happens more often then one may think). She doesn't normally talk very much, but if she's around people she knows better, she tends to be a lot more talkative most of the time. Of course, if she dislikes them, she'll be more reserved and tend to inflict cigarette burns on their forehead. She's quite moody, despite her reservations. Despite being this way, she does tend to have several amusing and silly moments, usually when she desperately wants to obtain something (a tamed Yao Guai pet, for example).
Strengths:
- Very agile
- Smart
- Charismatic
Weaknesses:
- Physically Weak
- Low Endurance
- Low Stamina
Likes:
- Brahmin Steak
- Ghouls
- Smoking
- Nuka-Cola
- Energy Weapons
- Tinkering with computers/electronics
- Pre-war books
- Yao Guai
- Helping people
Dislikes:
- Nuka-Cola Quantam
- Being called a Ginger
- Bigots
- Getting dirty
- Mole Rat Meat
- Bloatflies
- Enclave
- Raiders, Slavers, Human Hunters
- Brotherhood of Steel
- When people tell her to stop smoking
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TAG! Skills: Energy Weapons, Science, Speech
S.P.E.C.I.A.L:
S- 2
P- 5
E- 3
C- 8
I- 10
A 8
L- 5
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History:
"The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.”
Genesis (called by her birth name at this time, Breanna) lived more central in the wasteland, in a small settlement of self-sufficent people. Each person looked out for each other; it was like a big family, for lack of a better term. Her parents were relatively young when they had her, for fear of never living long enough to have children. Breanna was (by a few minutes) the youngest of twins. The eldest was her brother, Trevor. They looked identical to each other, the only difference seemed the gender. They both grew very close, and always spent time with each other. It was common to see them scampering around the village, shooting cans with slings or playing games. When Gen had reached the age of 6, she began to discover her strange talent with electronics. She tinkered around with the robots around the village, learning their intricate inner workings. Of course, being so young, it often ended up in a few going haywire. But over time, they began to polish up. Her slightly-older brother had began to show more interest in weapons, rather than Breanna's interests in machines. When they had gotten older, their father had taken her brother out on a hunting expedition. He had been ecstatic about it. Breanna, worried about her brother, begged her father to come along. However, she had shown no promise in weilding a weapon and defending herself. She was told to stay behind, as she would be deadweight. Upset, the young girl sat on one of the old wooden fences around the village, watching the horizon intently, waiting for them to come back. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks, but there was still no sign of them. Talk of their death began to run through the mouths of villagers, yet the young redhead still perched on the fence, gazing longingly into the barren distance.
One particularly hot day, a tired dot come in the horizon. It was her sibling and her father, but her brother was slung over his back. They both looked like an inch away from death. Her father managed to keep himself, but her brother looked in the worst shape possible. They had run into a pack of feral ghouls, one being a Glowing one, and had come into contact with Trevor, giving him severe radiation sickness. He was bedridden, and nothing seemed to improve his condition. She made several attempts to help him, with certain "miracle cures" she had read about. None seemed to help him. Years later, she still kept trying. One one of her usual excursions outside the village for materials, she came back a bit later than usual. When she returned to her house, her brother wasn't in his bed anymore. She looked around, and he was nowhere to be found. She found her mother and father in their living room, and asked where Trevor went. Through sobs and tears, she was told that he had died.
Breanna sat on the outskirts of the village, sitting on the fence and gazing at the distance that'd become oh so familiar over the past while. She wished that she had gone, to help out... or anything. But she regretted that she probably couldn't do much anyways, as she'd been always told by her family, she was quite useless. Frail, small and the only thing she could do was tinker around with robots. Yeah, sooooo useful, she couldn't even take care of her own brother. She grumbled, laying her head on the fence. She stared out at the sun setting, and how the colour seemed to resembled puke to her. Breanna didn't know why, she normally loved sunsets.... just not today, it seemed. Before she figured it was time to leave, the recoil of an explosion knocked her forward, making her cry in confusion and fright. Her eyes darted around, and she looked behind and noticed several strangely dressed people. Leather, spikes and pieces of junk on their bodies. They were badly sunburned, and had a look in their eyes that resembled a wild animal's. They were just killing people, stabbing, bludgeoning, pillaging and destroying her home. She wanted to do something, help out... but how could she? She was just a kid. The redhead was frozen, unable to do anything. That was, until one of the Raiders noticed her there. In a split second, she just managed to angle her head enough to miss a baseball bat to the head. She lost her balance on the fence and fell to the ground. She scratched at the ground to crawl under the fence. All she knew was to run, and run fast. Everything ran to a blank after that, the world suddenly went quiet. All she did was ran away from her village, too scared and shocked to even cry.
She didn't know when she passed out, but all she did was lose her last ounce of energy and drop down to the ground. She had been found by several children around the same age as her, and dragged her to a strange cave. They thought she had dropped dead, but she was just barely alive. They raised her back to health, and allowed her to stay in Castle Mountain. The new enviroment was different and strange to her, and the children were also strange. Though, she was indebted to them, and thought the least she could do was try to help out... if she could. She was trained how to use a gun, knives or anything to defend yourself with. She was a very decent melee fighter, since she was so fast, and had fairly good aim as well. Unfortunately, she was so weak that she couldn't take a lot of damage before being unable to fight. At least her smaller frame made her a smaller target, which was probably the only thing her weak body ever gave her. One day, she examined some of the gunk the scavenge team brought back. Most of it seemed like junky old electronics, nothing special. Breanna begged to differ. She spent days working on them, polishing up the ancient technologies in her hands. Within a few days, she had them working. The first thing she repaired was a funny little black machine called a "Sega Genesis". So that was the name they decided to give her in Castle Mountain, "Genesis." She managed to salvage her talents, and grow stronger in Castle Mountain, learning more importantly how to stay alive.
Of course, as all things in her life ran, all good things had to come to an end. When she turned 16, she was kicked out of Castle Mountain. She was now a "Mungo" and couldn't stay anymore. She was disheartened, but not upset to leave. Gen had salvaged plenty of equipment, and it didn't take her long to find large cities to live in. Her personality allowed people to accept her, and before long, she was riding with the caravans for this talent. This was also around the time she began to smoke. She rejected drugs, as she was,... a tad sensitive to them, and alcohol made her sick. Smoking just seemed like the only OTHER thing to do. Genesis get's a bit of crap for it once in awhile, though she promptly always replies something along the lines of, "Yeah, I'd rather die of a cancerous resperiatory system than get my face ripped off by a Super Mutant." She learned much along the way, good and bad. It was a point in her life when she met some of the most unpleasant parts of the wasteland, and began to loathe them. Enclave, Brotherhood, Hunters.... but especially Raiders. Whenever given the chance, she would take out as many Raiders as possible. There was plenty of OTHER things in the wasteland trying to kill them, let alone their own kind to add to the mix. After a long time with the caravans, she left for a bit for a chance of pace. She started to scavenge and repair robots, energy weapons, or fix terminals around for people. Just perhaps for some time away from all the bloody walking and lugging around. She moves from city to city, selling or repairing for people in order to buy herself the necessities. Food, drink, clothes, weapons and cigarettes.
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RP Example:
Was there any greater pleasure in life than nicotine in your veins?
Hells no.
She inhaled deeply, then casually blew a stream of smoke from her mouth. What a day. She got her mitts on a load of scrap metal, though the protectron wasn't too fond of handing it over. Though, it seemed to go by alright. I mean, it could've been worse. She could be DEAD.... or maybe that'd be better at this point. She wasn't sure. Genesis sighed, checking her radio for the time. Still half a day to go? Fuck, she should've just sleeped in today. She didn't even want to be awake today. She was having one of those odd luck days, where she seems to have one crappy thing roll along after another. Like the encounter with Raiders, then the horde of robots and the bitchy repairman she just met. "Everyone needs to light up a smoke and lighten up a bit" she grunted, looking non-chalantly at the city. At least she made a good deal on some items. She'd better..... she was running out of energy packs.... and more importantly, smokes.
"Maybe I should just get into mugging people for things..." she thought, looking around at a few residents, then looking at herself. "Then again, I don't think I'd... mug that well...." Gen sighed, remembering her frail body. She took her cigarette out of her mouth and flicked the bud to the ground. "I wish I was born at least AVERAGE" she shrugged then stood up. No use to bitch and complain, she still had things to do. "At least I have you, cigarettes" she chimed, lighting up another one.[/size]