O.K., heres my character, hopefully to be worked into First mission or one of the other current games.
Name: James "Jimi" Baker
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 132
Eyes: deep green
Hair: jet black
age: 19
Ethnicity: Chinese mother, Caucasian father
Occupation: Often a caravan guard, usually in scout position
Equipment: A WWII Springfield 30.06 with a 24x scope, a combat knife, enough foodstuffs (jerky, drinks, etc.) to last about 4 days, feeding himself, leather armor mkII, and a lockpick kit. The rifle is slung over his back, the knife is on his belt, and the rest is in a small pack around his waist on his left hip.
Clothing: Under his armor he wears a tanktop and faded blue boxer shorts, over his armor he wheres a tight fitting tan wind breaker and some ragged kakis he uses to blend in with the sand and dirt of the wastes.
Skills: Mainly outdoorsman, unarmed combat, sneak and lockpick
Appearance: His black hair is ruffled and kind of long, and his skin is a fair brown, tanned from all the time he spends in the sun. Although not great looking, he's kind of attractive, but has a scraggily look abou him, like he's not trying to impress anyone. He's short and light, but well muscled, not carrying an ounce of fat. his face is obviously asian, but actual Chinese know he's not full.
Demeanor: he's very quiet and soft spoken, and hardly ever initiates a conversation unless something is really itching at him. He leaves people to their own business, and only offers advice if asked for it. He's a hard worker and will carry out orders to the fullest, unless he has a strong moral objection. He loves the outdoors, often just watching the hills roll by when he's on a break from duty. As young as he is, he's very disciplined, and is fairly mature for his age. He is never really broken up or over joyed about anything, acknowledging good news with a thumbs up, and bad news with a shrug and a smirk.
Background: Originally born in Sanfrancisco, his mother died in child birth. When he was old enough to be moved (about 3) he and his father were 'persuaded' to leave. Traveling with a caravan, they moved to New Reno, where the rest of his father's family lived. His father didn't exactly disown him, but they were distant, and he was mainly raised by his uncle, a boxer turned manager. Due to his size and heritage, Jimi was often picked on, wich led to his uncle teaching how to fight, and occasionally convincing the owner to let him train in the gym at Reno. He was too small to be boxer, but the real boxers took him in and showed him how to fight in exchange for doing odd-jobs (water boy, janitor, etc). He is a self taught lockpick, something he picked up how to do between training and working. When he was sixteen, he decided to leave on his first caravan, at the reccomendation of his uncle, who wanted him to see the world, instead of getting mixed up in bad business. A month after Jimi left, his uncle was killed by one of the crime families for not paying up a bet on time. The day he did leave, his father used all his savings to buy Jimi his rifle. It was a goodbye gift, and an apology for not spending more time with him. Its the only gun Jimi knows or cares to use. He often just uses it to scout, or to hunt, using his scouting abilities to steer the various caravans he joins out of harm's way. He eventually ended up in the Hub, through much caravan switching, and has been working in that area there ever since.
There, its all done. I would really like to join a game if anyone will have me.
Name: James "Jimi" Baker
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 132
Eyes: deep green
Hair: jet black
age: 19
Ethnicity: Chinese mother, Caucasian father
Occupation: Often a caravan guard, usually in scout position
Equipment: A WWII Springfield 30.06 with a 24x scope, a combat knife, enough foodstuffs (jerky, drinks, etc.) to last about 4 days, feeding himself, leather armor mkII, and a lockpick kit. The rifle is slung over his back, the knife is on his belt, and the rest is in a small pack around his waist on his left hip.
Clothing: Under his armor he wears a tanktop and faded blue boxer shorts, over his armor he wheres a tight fitting tan wind breaker and some ragged kakis he uses to blend in with the sand and dirt of the wastes.
Skills: Mainly outdoorsman, unarmed combat, sneak and lockpick
Appearance: His black hair is ruffled and kind of long, and his skin is a fair brown, tanned from all the time he spends in the sun. Although not great looking, he's kind of attractive, but has a scraggily look abou him, like he's not trying to impress anyone. He's short and light, but well muscled, not carrying an ounce of fat. his face is obviously asian, but actual Chinese know he's not full.
Demeanor: he's very quiet and soft spoken, and hardly ever initiates a conversation unless something is really itching at him. He leaves people to their own business, and only offers advice if asked for it. He's a hard worker and will carry out orders to the fullest, unless he has a strong moral objection. He loves the outdoors, often just watching the hills roll by when he's on a break from duty. As young as he is, he's very disciplined, and is fairly mature for his age. He is never really broken up or over joyed about anything, acknowledging good news with a thumbs up, and bad news with a shrug and a smirk.
Background: Originally born in Sanfrancisco, his mother died in child birth. When he was old enough to be moved (about 3) he and his father were 'persuaded' to leave. Traveling with a caravan, they moved to New Reno, where the rest of his father's family lived. His father didn't exactly disown him, but they were distant, and he was mainly raised by his uncle, a boxer turned manager. Due to his size and heritage, Jimi was often picked on, wich led to his uncle teaching how to fight, and occasionally convincing the owner to let him train in the gym at Reno. He was too small to be boxer, but the real boxers took him in and showed him how to fight in exchange for doing odd-jobs (water boy, janitor, etc). He is a self taught lockpick, something he picked up how to do between training and working. When he was sixteen, he decided to leave on his first caravan, at the reccomendation of his uncle, who wanted him to see the world, instead of getting mixed up in bad business. A month after Jimi left, his uncle was killed by one of the crime families for not paying up a bet on time. The day he did leave, his father used all his savings to buy Jimi his rifle. It was a goodbye gift, and an apology for not spending more time with him. Its the only gun Jimi knows or cares to use. He often just uses it to scout, or to hunt, using his scouting abilities to steer the various caravans he joins out of harm's way. He eventually ended up in the Hub, through much caravan switching, and has been working in that area there ever since.
There, its all done. I would really like to join a game if anyone will have me.
. The whole freezing thing is a bit far fetched too cause as far as Fallout only the military had that tech and they needed people to wake the frozen popsicles up.
