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Nameechlan Tomsett
Age:18
Gender:Male
Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair.
Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot.
Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire
Caps:150
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Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol.
Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour.
Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy
Room:
Health:100/100
Armour health:
Conditions:Fine
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Faction:No faction.
Group:none
Perk:Good shot
Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids
Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep
he doesn't have a defensive stance, just standing perfect straight back repeating what he said
Name:Gregory Miller
Age:18
Gender:Male
Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale
Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured
Trait:
Caps:250
$ NCR:390
Legion Denarius:0
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Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[0], flashbangs[12]
Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet
Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,, 2 purple hearts
Room:Barracks bed
Health:100/100
Armor health:150/150
Conditions:Fine,
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Faction:NCR
Group:
Perk:Good spotter
Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations.
Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join the NCR army. As soon as he turned 18, he was at the recruitment center. He trained hard. When he finally got put in the Mojave wasteland, he was ecstatic.
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Name: Grace Thomson
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair,
Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic
Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
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Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete
Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat
Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies
Room: I.E. your house or hotel room
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: 75/75
Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand
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Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated)
Group: none
Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions
Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time
Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her...
instead you find a well placed landmine...wait why is it beeping?