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46. In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

“I don’t know. Torture, maybe? If you’re gonna kill someone, you might as well get it over with fast.”

96. If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

“Shit, uh, how about... Maybe make sure my kids are gonna be taken care of first thing, if Vas isn’t home. Then maybe waste some of my scrap on some good mods, and... take out a few Brotherhood assholes. I don’t know, maybe make life a little less miserable for at least a couple of people in the Commonwealth before I go.”

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61. Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

“Yeah, I’ve got my husband and two kids. They all live with me here in town, though Vas is out a lot for work nowadays. Ali and Mig are 9 now, and getting up to... whatever the kids do around here for fun.” 

62. Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

“I’d say the city guard, but there’s not a whole fuckin’ lot they do now. I don’t know. If I couldn’t handle something myself, maybe I’d ask one of the neighbors and hope for the best.”

63. Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

“Mostly my husband. He’s probably the only one I could trust for just about anything. I don’t expect a whole lot of other people around here to stick their necks out for me.”

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#3 for the get to know meme

3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

“Well… My dad’s name was Jim, and my mom was Linda. He was a… sort of a merc-type and mom was doctor. Well, you know, as much as anyone in the wasteland is a doctor, I guess.

I thought they were both pretty great. Mom was little more more stern than dad, but I think she was just worried about me getting into his line of work.

They both died about ten years back, though. There was a big attack on our settlement, and whoever got out alive just kind of… moved on.”

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get to know my character meme

What is your full name?

Where and when were you born?

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.

What is your occupation?

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks.

To which social class do you belong?

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses?

Are you right- or left-handed?

What does your voice sound like?

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently?

What do you have in your pockets?

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics?

How would you describe your childhood in general?

What is your earliest memory?

How much schooling have you had?

Did you enjoy school?

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities?

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As a child, what were your favorite activities?

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display?

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like?

When and with whom was your first kiss?

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity?

If you are a supernatural being (i.e. mage, werewolf, vampire), tell the story of how you became what you are or first learned of your own abilities. If you are just a normal human, describe any influences in your past that led you to do the things you do today.Part 3: Past Influences

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far?

Who has had the most influence on you?

What do you consider your greatest achievement?

What is your greatest regret?

What is the most evil thing you have ever done?

Do you have a criminal record of any kind?

When was the time you were the most frightened?

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you?

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why?

What is your best memory?

What is your worst memory?Part 4: Beliefs And Opinions

Are you basically optimistic or pessimistic?

What is your greatest fear?

What are your religious views?

What are your political views?

What are your views on sex?

Are you able to kill? Under what circumstances do you find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

In your opinion, what is the most evil thing any human being could do?

Do you believe in the existence of soul mates and/or true love?

What do you believe makes a successful life?

How honest are you about your thoughts and feelings (i.e. do you hide your true self from others, and in what way)?

Do you have any biases or prejudices?

Is there anything you absolutely refuse to do under any circumstances? Why do you refuse to do it?

Who or what, if anything, would you die for (or otherwise go to extremes for)?Part 5: Relationships With Others

In general, how do you treat others (politely, rudely, by keeping them at a distance, etc.)? Does your treatment of them change depending on how well you know them, and if so, how?

Who is the most important person in your life, and why?

Who is the person you respect the most, and why?

Who are your friends? Do you have a best friend? Describe these people.

Do you have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe this person.

Have you ever been in love? If so, describe what happened.

What do you look for in a potential lover?

How close are you to your family?

Have you started your own family? If so, describe them. If not, do you want to? Why or why not?

Who would you turn to if you were in desperate need of help?

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why?

If you died or went missing, who would miss you?

Who is the person you despise the most, and why?

Do you tend to argue with people, or avoid conflict?

Do you tend to take on leadership roles in social situations?

Do you like interacting with large groups of people? Why or why not?

Do you care what others think of you?Part 6: Likes And Dislikes

What is/are your favorite hobbies and pastimes?

What is your most treasured possession?

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite food?

What, if anything, do you like to read?

What is your idea of good entertainment (consider music, movies, art, etc.)?

Do you smoke, drink, or use drugs? If so, why? Do you want to quit?

How do you spend a typical Saturday night?

What makes you laugh?

What, if anything, shocks or offends you?

What would you do if you had insomnia and had to find something to do to amuse yourself?

How do you deal with stress?

Are you spontaneous, or do you always need to have a plan?

What are your pet peeves?Part 7: Self Images And Etc.

Describe the routine of a normal day for you. How do you feel when this routine is disrupted?

What is your greatest strength as a person?

What is your greatest weakness?

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Are you generally introverted or extroverted?

Are you generally organized or messy?

Name three things you consider yourself to be very good at, and three things you consider yourself to be very bad at.

Do you like yourself?

What are your reasons for being an adventurer (or doing the strange and heroic things that RPG characters do)? Are your real reasons for doing this different than the ones you tell people in public? (If so, detail both sets of reasons…)

What goal do you most want to accomplish in your lifetime?

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

If you could choose, how would you want to die?

If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, name three things you would do in the time you had left.

What is the one thing for which you would most like to be remembered after your death?

What three words best describe your personality?

What three words would others probably use to describe you?

If you could, what advice would you, the player, give to your character? (You might even want to speak as if he or she were sitting right here in front of you, and use proper tone so he or she might heed your advice…)

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She watched him go, not wanting to get in his way as he headed for the door. She stood in the door frame for a moment as he walked off down the street.

...Only to quickly retreat into her house once the shouting began.

She was not sure if she should hope that the robot would spread the word if her repairs worked out for him, or be concerned if any of the other residents of the city had seen him leaving her home. But there were other things to consider in the present.

...Like how she was going to clean up the mess he had dragged in all over the floor before the kids got home.

“...Well, shit.”

The Warbot dragged itself through the crowded streets, desperately looking for a mechanic. It held its detached right arm in its left hand, still clutching onto the horns of a Deathclaw. "Excuse me, miss. Would you ha-ha-happen to have a degree in Repair? I am in desperate need of maintenance, I was nearly torn to shreds by another Deathclaw...a-a-as you can see." It looked down, lifting up its cloak to reveal three humongous claw marks scratching across its chest. "P-p-please? I have caps."

“Oh shit, uh…”

She took a quick look around. It seemed as though the robot had somehow managed to avoid attracting too much attention yet. Either that or people keeping quiet about it for now. 

“…Yeah, sure, I can try to help you out. We should probably get off the street first, though. Most folks in town aren’t exactly friendly to, uh… your type.”

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♣

♣ = discovering them crying

“Did you need something? Because you kind of caught me at a bad time.”

Deb quickly wiped at her eyes. This was an awful first impression. She did not recognize the other woman, and was not sure if someone else in town might have pointed her in her direction or if she had just… happened to be passing by, but it was awful timing.

She’d let her frustrations with the past few days get the better of her—her husband away, the kids acting up, her attempts at feeding them anything other than some mystery food dropped out of a can failing as usual—and she had kind of let things spill over.

Now she was more embarrassed that someone had caught her upset, than anything.

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@beautifulparasiite first of all how dare u

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ = asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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Send me a ★+ ask my muse questions about their relationships with other muse’s in rp or characters in their canon

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That name sure was a mouthful. She would have to ask if there was anything else he would like to be called, if she remembered later. 

She watched as it went through it’s reboot, not sure if there was anything she could have done to help if something went awry. Everything seemed to go well enough, from what she could tell, and he started speaking once again.

His next outburst surprised her again, however, and she tried to disguise her jump by rising to join him in standing. She moved to gently pat him on the arm at his comment, thankful that he didn’t just go straight for a hug.

“Ha, well... Thanks for not crushing me then, buddy. Fixing you up was no trouble at all.”

The Warbot dragged itself through the crowded streets, desperately looking for a mechanic. It held its detached right arm in its left hand, still clutching onto the horns of a Deathclaw. "Excuse me, miss. Would you ha-ha-happen to have a degree in Repair? I am in desperate need of maintenance, I was nearly torn to shreds by another Deathclaw...a-a-as you can see." It looked down, lifting up its cloak to reveal three humongous claw marks scratching across its chest. "P-p-please? I have caps."

“Oh shit, uh…”

She took a quick look around. It seemed as though the robot had somehow managed to avoid attracting too much attention yet. Either that or people keeping quiet about it for now. 

“…Yeah, sure, I can try to help you out. We should probably get off the street first, though. Most folks in town aren’t exactly friendly to, uh… your type.”

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That name sure was a mouthful. She would have to ask if there was anything else he would like to be called, if she remembered later. 

She watched as it went through it’s reboot, not sure if there was anything she could have done to help if something went awry. Everything seemed to go well enough, from what she could tell, and he started speaking once again.

His next outburst surprised her again, however, and she tried to disguise her jump by rising to join him in standing. She moved to gently pat him on the arm at his comment, thankful that he didn’t just go straight for a hug.

“Ha, well... Thanks for not crushing me then, buddy. Fixing you up was no trouble at all.”

The Warbot dragged itself through the crowded streets, desperately looking for a mechanic. It held its detached right arm in its left hand, still clutching onto the horns of a Deathclaw. "Excuse me, miss. Would you ha-ha-happen to have a degree in Repair? I am in desperate need of maintenance, I was nearly torn to shreds by another Deathclaw...a-a-as you can see." It looked down, lifting up its cloak to reveal three humongous claw marks scratching across its chest. "P-p-please? I have caps."

“Oh shit, uh…”

She took a quick look around. It seemed as though the robot had somehow managed to avoid attracting too much attention yet. Either that or people keeping quiet about it for now. 

“…Yeah, sure, I can try to help you out. We should probably get off the street first, though. Most folks in town aren’t exactly friendly to, uh… your type.”

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“Alright, alright,” she muttered, quickly leaning back from the robot’s chest. He sounded like he was in a bit of a hurry, but she couldn’t really blame him. Having what amounted to one’s internal organs exposed to the world was probably uncomfortable, at best.

He certainly sounded better now that he was properly powered again, from what she could tell. She nearly jumped a little when the compartment popped open. That seemed like a convenient place for storage, despite his claims otherwise.

She counted out some caps, pausing before grabbing a few more. Her floor might need some cleaning from the blood and coolant he’d tracked in.

“This should cover it. I only really need to replace that glue and buy some cleaner after this.” She thought about this strange encounter for a moment, before continuing. “...Do you have a name, by the way? Just curious.”

The Warbot dragged itself through the crowded streets, desperately looking for a mechanic. It held its detached right arm in its left hand, still clutching onto the horns of a Deathclaw. "Excuse me, miss. Would you ha-ha-happen to have a degree in Repair? I am in desperate need of maintenance, I was nearly torn to shreds by another Deathclaw...a-a-as you can see." It looked down, lifting up its cloak to reveal three humongous claw marks scratching across its chest. "P-p-please? I have caps."

“Oh shit, uh…”

She took a quick look around. It seemed as though the robot had somehow managed to avoid attracting too much attention yet. Either that or people keeping quiet about it for now. 

“…Yeah, sure, I can try to help you out. We should probably get off the street first, though. Most folks in town aren’t exactly friendly to, uh… your type.”

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@beautifulparasiite

Deb voice: how about……. fuyck you

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@beautifulparasiite

Deb voice: how about....... fuyck you

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so just to clarify,

how many of y’all on here actually ARE OC friendly? And I don’t mean friendly like, tolerant of. I mean friendly like will follow back and interact with.

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She was glad to hear the robot speaking again. Maybe the damage was not quite as extensive as she had previously thought, if this was the worst of it. At least his power source would hopefully stop acting up once this was fixed, anyway.

She dug around the little crate nearby with one hand, pulling out the bottle of Wonderglue that she’d been hoping to find. It felt like it was running a little low, but  she figured there would be enough to get this much done.

“This should do the trick,” she said, waving the bottle a little. She peered into his chest again before meeting his optics once more.

“Is there anything else you want me to work on in there while you’re out? Or... will you need me to power anything back on for you when I’m done?”

The Warbot dragged itself through the crowded streets, desperately looking for a mechanic. It held its detached right arm in its left hand, still clutching onto the horns of a Deathclaw. "Excuse me, miss. Would you ha-ha-happen to have a degree in Repair? I am in desperate need of maintenance, I was nearly torn to shreds by another Deathclaw...a-a-as you can see." It looked down, lifting up its cloak to reveal three humongous claw marks scratching across its chest. "P-p-please? I have caps."

“Oh shit, uh…”

She took a quick look around. It seemed as though the robot had somehow managed to avoid attracting too much attention yet. Either that or people keeping quiet about it for now. 

“…Yeah, sure, I can try to help you out. We should probably get off the street first, though. Most folks in town aren’t exactly friendly to, uh… your type.”

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Deb went to the next room to gather some tools and parts while he got situated. She usually dealt with guns and armor, but hoped that she would be able to make sense of the robot’s interals once she got a look at them. She found her box of junk appliances and decided to drag that out with her, too; she might be able rip something inside apart for finer parts, if she had to.

She paused only a moment when she returned and he waved at her again. She was glad her kids were out and about. She wasn’t sure if they’d be scared or crowd around in this situation. He certainly was a sight.

“Alright...” she said, moving herself and her things nearby before taking a seat in the chair beside him. “What needs fixed- Er, point to what needs fixed most, and I’ll work on that first. Sorry.”

The Warbot dragged itself through the crowded streets, desperately looking for a mechanic. It held its detached right arm in its left hand, still clutching onto the horns of a Deathclaw. "Excuse me, miss. Would you ha-ha-happen to have a degree in Repair? I am in desperate need of maintenance, I was nearly torn to shreds by another Deathclaw...a-a-as you can see." It looked down, lifting up its cloak to reveal three humongous claw marks scratching across its chest. "P-p-please? I have caps."

“Oh shit, uh…”

She took a quick look around. It seemed as though the robot had somehow managed to avoid attracting too much attention yet. Either that or people keeping quiet about it for now. 

“…Yeah, sure, I can try to help you out. We should probably get off the street first, though. Most folks in town aren’t exactly friendly to, uh… your type.”