#oc: Jadis Hayes

[assassins-wasteland]

Fallout Haunted Wasteland 2023 - Oct 2

Fog

So this ended up being a lot longer than I was expecting. Original prompts from @falloutfandomeventhub. Link to prompts here.

Word count: 1.6K

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The crisis in Far Harbor was dealt with. The Harbormen on the docks returned home to their settlements, the Children of Atom were pacified, and the synths in Acadia were safe and free. The island was at peace. A peaceful resolution was a rarity in the Wasteland. Even if that resolution was built on a foundation of lies. She tried not to think about how long the fragile state of peace would last. Especially now.

Today Jadis was supposed to return home to the Commonwealth. She couldn’t. There was one last matter for her to attend to and she needed to do it alone. So she left Nick on the dock with nothing but the promise that she’d come back later and disappeared into the island fog that seemed to swallow her whole with only her rifle and a gallon of gasoline.

The fog was thick. So thick she could barely see past her outstretched hand. Jadis’ only tools she had to guide her were blurry memories from her childhood, the cracked, overgrown pavement that crunched beneath her feet, and an outdated map on her pip-boy that didn’t account for collapsed buildings and rubble and Wasteland critters blocking her path as she hiked blindly through the island. Her island. Her home. The Harbormen may call it Far Harbor but this island will always be Bar Harbor.

In the fog around her memories played. Memories of a time before the bombs. A time when the island was truly alive and thick fog didn’t drive you mad or burn your lungs. Jadis remembers being small, long before her sister was born, sitting in the backseat of a motionless car while her parents complained about the summer traffic clogging up the island. Right here there was the general store where Dad always stopped to get bait for his boat. Here’s where the ice cream shop used to stand that Mom took her to every Friday. This road was the one she took to go to school. That field was where she played soccer every spring. The fog shielded her from seeing the worst of the rot and decay that became of all these spots.

Finally, she stops. The silhouette of the familiar cabin stands before her. For a moment she just stares at it. It felt like she was returning to a family member. In a way, she was. Jadis readjusts her gas mask and continues forward.

When Jadis was born the cabin was gifted to her parents by her grandparents so they could raise her. After her father was drafted to Anchorage and relocated her family to Massachusetts her grandparents held on to the cabin. In her mother’s words, it was in case they ever needed to come home.

Everything about the cabin felt so foreign and yet so familiar at the same time. Somehow, despite everything, despite two centuries of neglect and being picked over by scavengers and pests, the cabin still stood. The wood was rotted and the windows were shattered, but it still stood. Jadis steps through the doorway, the actual door having long since rusted off its hinges. The fog leaks inside the home making everything hazy, like she was walking through a dream. This place seemed so much bigger when she was little.

She paces through it, drifting through each and every room like a ghost. The living room, the kitchen, the laundry room, the storage closet, and everything downstairs had been picked apart for scraps by needy Wastelanders. Jadis climbs the stairs and the wood creaks under her weight. She walks slowly through the hall, taking in every little detail and trying to remember where everything used to be.

She enters her parent’s old room. She used to sleep in their bed every night until she was seven because she was so scared to sleep alone. Now that very bed is collapsed onto the floor, the mattress is rotted and moldy, blankets a pillows gone with whatever poor soul needed them to keep warm. She opens the drawer of the only remaining end table and finds her mother's compact mirror. Her mother would use it to check her makeup before going anywhere. Besides it was her father’s cologne bottle, his favorite from that time that once smelled of musky pine. The mirror is broken and faded and the cologne is empty and has no more smell. Jadis takes the two little treasures and holds them in her hand.

The next room she enters is her sister’s nursery. All that remained of the crib was the wheels. Metal letters that were once pink and spelled out her name ‘CARTER’ once hung on the wall, now only the paint chipped and rusted C and T remained. In a firm grip, Jadis pries the C off the wall and takes it with her too.

Her final stop is her room. The ceiling in this room, though damaged, still mostly holds, but holes have begun to form in the rotting wood. The old polka-dot wallpaper has peeled off over the years exposing the crumbling plaster beneath. The hardwood floor beneath her feet had warped with age becoming uneven. Her old bed was long gone and the shelves that once housed books and toys were empty. Jadis lingered in this room the longest, mulling over foggy memories that don’t feel two hundred years old and yet are two centuries decayed.

In the window, something catches her eye. Her teddy bear sits on the windowsill, threadbare and slouched and it’s color faded, but looks like it’s been waiting for her to find it. Careful not to cause any more damage she carefully picks it up and looks into its button eyes. Jadis remembers forgetting it when they moved to Boston. She cried for hours and begged for days for her parents to find some way to get it back. They never did. She was ten years old after all; far too old to be crying over a missing stuffed animal. And here it was. Like it was waiting for her to find it again.

In her hands, Jadis holds the four little trinkets. A broken compact mirror, an empty cologne bottle, a rusty letter C, and a teddy bear that’s one loose thread away from falling apart. Objects the people of the wasteland deemed little more than trash. She would have too at one point, but now these little trinkets are the only remnants she has from the short time her family was whole that she can take with her. The Wasteland can’t have what little is left of it. She won’t let it.

She shoves the items into her pack, uncaps the gas can, and douses her childhood bedroom in the noxious liquid. Gasoline drips down the walls, soaks the tattered curtains, and puddles on the floor. Then she moves to Carter’s nursery and repeats the process. Then in her parent’s room. Once again, Jadis moves through the house but she is no longer an aimless ghost. Now she’s firm, splattering the gasoline with fury and determination over what remains of her past. She moves through the hall, down the stairs, through the laundry room, the kitchen, and the living room, there was no space in the cabin untouched.

With was few little treasures she was able to save Jadis left the cabin and returned to the fog outside pouring the rest of the gasoline out behind her until she reached the end of what used to be the driveway. The gas can is tossed away. From her pocket, she takes out a lighter and flicks the wheel. It sparks but no flame comes. Again and again, she flicks the wheel but there are still only sparks. Tears sting at the corners of her eyes as her frustration grows.

“Need a light?” Nick’s voice sounds from the fog. He emerges from its tendrils with a warm smile on his face and hands in his pockets. Nick had followed her through the fog. He approaches her casually as if he didn’t see a thing but Jadis knows he saw enough.

She looks at the puddle of gasoline at her feet to avoid his gaze and doesn’t say a word. Her busted lighter stays firmly in her white-knuckled grip. Jadis expects him to ask questions but… he doesn’t. He fishes his own lighter out and with a single flick it holds the flame, and then he offers it to her, a look of understanding on his face. Slowly, she takes it and for a moment she just looks into the tiny flame as if it held the answer to every question she could ever ask.

She lowers the lighter to the ground and touches it to gasoline. In an instant, the flame grew and spread down the path she had left for it and sped into the cabin. One by one each room ignited in a burst of light she could see through the windows. In only minutes the whole cabin was consumed by fire. Black smoke billowed out, merging with the white fog in a dance while the flames licked at the sky.

As she watched her childhood home burn tears began to roll down her cheeks and pool at the rubber seal of her mask. Nick took off his coat and wrapped it around her then pulled her in, hugging her tightly while she sobbed. Her own arms found their way around his waist and gripped the back of his shirt in her fists. He held her the whole time while they watched the fire devour the cabin and the fog carry away the ashes until only smoldering cinders remained.

“Nicky…” she croaks.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thank you…”

Nick just smiles again and pats her hair with his good hand. “Anytime.”

“I think I’m ready to go home now.”

“Sounds good to me.” He tucks Jadis under his arm and guides her back to the road to begin the hike back to the docks. She spares one last look over her shoulder at the glowing coals and watches as the cinders of her past disappear in the fog.

[waatched]

Do you have a masterlist of your OCs?

YOU'RE SO RIGHT, I DON'T! I'm gonna do the following and do make a masterlist, in case I *do* post snippets of my pookie shmookems. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎??? means no name momentarily. This list will be updated in the future accordingly. > Gavin Alexander 'The Bulletrunner' Pearce Primary information; Transgender FTM (excluded in BrBa/BCS; GOW and FC3) pansexual, paranoid, athletic, drug addict, intelligent. ⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Mirror's Edge ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Far Cry 3 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎God Of War ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Overwatch ⤷ Name changes occur for the following AUs; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Better Call Saul/Breaking Bad: Cassian 'The Hound' Whitlock ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎God Of War: Erebus (not to be confused with the primordial ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎God of Darkness in Greek Mythology) ⤷ Primary AUs; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤRomanian-based hacker, Gavin is a hot-headed individual, with high goals, but bad influences. He'll hit and kill anyone who stands in his way, or harms someone he loves. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Catherine 'The Sun' Harper / Caterina Goedhart De Kuiper Primary information; Bisexual, intelligent, vengeful, deceitful, grateful, conventional.

⤷ AUs - Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Overwatch ㅤㅤPretty blonde woman, in medicine. If looks could kill, she would end everyone in her way. Catherine has a way with people, and her connections stretch mostly everywhere. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Oliver 'The Nightmare' Alquist Primary information; Heterosexual, skilled, intelligent, deceitful, prideful, cold-blooded

⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077

⤷ Primary AU; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤTrained by the best, Oliver never had the chance to a normal life - and he never will. His fate was sealed once Arasaka found him, turning him into their own killing machine. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Elijah 'The Skinner' Hayes Primary information; Heterosexual, sociopathic, cruel, spiteful, cold-blooded, uncaring

⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤSome people have tragedy written in their fate and blood. Elijah was born that way, and somehow, he accepted that - came to terms with the fact that he is not to be fixed, ever.

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Zwei 'Z3R0' Haywell Primary information; Homosexual, misleading, talented, secretive, provocative, athletic. ⤷ AUs - Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤZwei was born beautiful - he had the brains and the brawn. Do not underestimate him, however - he'll easily play theatre with someone who is easily influenceable. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Calypso 'Circe' Anatolya Primary information; Bisexual, drug addict, easily influenceable, weak, misleaded, hurt.

⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Far Cry 3

⤷ Primary AUs; ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Far Cry 3 ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Watch_Dogs ㅤㅤAnatolya was never the kind to be rebellious. She had bright dreams, the goals that never came true for her, due to her addictions and self-destructive beliefs. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Jadis Snow Primary information; Lesbian, quiet, secretive, cold-blooded, misleading, athletic. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤThis one has claws and teeth. Wears a mask at all times, nobody knows whats below her nose. Snow likes to hit hard, and ask questions never. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟

> Viridian 'Vi' ??? Primary information; Pansexual, talkative, loud, cyberpsychotic, misleading, athletic. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤBorged out beyond normality. Several of her contacts ask her why she hasn't gone cyber-psycho yet, but Vi always shrugs. Nobody can know what she hides. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > ??? (BARGHEST netrunner) Primary information; Bisexual, sheepish, obedient, follower, intelligent, skilled. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤBARGHEST hired her against her own will. She believes one day, she'll be free from Colonel Hansens' claws. This oblivion keeps her sane in the cyberspace. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > ??? (One of Gavin's exes) Primary information; Homosexual, secretive, sociopathic, manipulative, deceitful, intelligent. ⤷ AU - Cyberpunk 2077 ㅤㅤA one time chance turned into a nightmare. He's vengeful, filled with rage - but with no probable cause. Why he breaks people up? That is his soul food. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟ > Cherri ??? Primary information; Heterosexual, provocative, obsessive, deceitful, misleading, secretive.

⤷ AUs - Better Call Saul ㅤㅤ ㅤ ︎Breaking Bad ㅤㅤHer motives are unknown, but her personality is filled with holes. No one else but her father know her true story. Cherri is afraid to kill, but will mentally break someone if obsessed enough. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✟

[assassins-wasteland]

Hello, dear! You've been visited by the random character question fairy! :D ~☆

What is one thing about your character that they would never want to lose? Why would they choose this thing?

I’ve been trying to reply to this for over a week now, probably two weeks at this point, and I just plain keep forgetting or I leave the app for too long and tumblr eats the post, so let’s try this again.

I wasn’t sure if this was referring to aspects of the personality or sentimental items but I went with item 😅

Fallout OCs

Jadis Hayes: Jadis isn’t a materialistic person. There’s very little that she owns that she’d be too upset about losing. Her parents wedding rings however are a different story. They’re the one thing she has of them that aren’t old and faded by time. Photographs, momentos, trinkets, they all paled in comparison to how she felt about the rings.

Haseya: Being a wanderer means there’s no room for sentimental items. You only every carry what you need to survive. The only item she couldn’t stand to lose is Benny Geckos pistol he affectionately named Maria. The same gun that he tried to kill her with, that wiped her memories, for whatever reason is her most treasured possession. She couldn’t tell you why she can’t get rid of it or why the though of losing it makes her heart pound, she doesn’t know.

Styx Bennet: Shes already lost everything she cared about, her home, her friend, her father, her belongings. There’s nothing to her name that she dares to get to attached to. Charon is the only thing, the only person she lives in fear of losing now. He’s been with her from the beginning, no one in the wasteland knows her, knows what shes been through like he does. If she were to lose him... well she’s not entirely sure she’ll come back from that.

[assassins-wasteland]

OCtober [Fallout OCs]

Shows up almost a week late to the party with Starbucks

Seasons

Styx Genesis Bennet- summer

Styx is warm and welcoming. She’ll take people in with open arms. All about fun and adventure, full of optimism. On the other hand, like most summers, they’re brutal. The heat weighs you down, chokes you, kills you slowly.

Haseya- winter

Despite living in the desert she’s cold. A sweet kind of cold like snow on Christmas morning. She’s as chaotic as she is fun and beautiful and her soul is a chimney fire gathering people around it to keep them warm. That soul of hers, though, can turn as cold as ice when she wants or needs it to be once someone snuffs out that flame. Those surrounding her are caught in the snow, left to freeze while she searches for those who pissed her off.

Jadis Ophelia Hayes- autumn

She’s a chilled breeze, a baggy sweater, and a cup of warm tea on a quiet rainy day. Orange and yellow leaves surround you, fluttering to the ground, flowing freely in a dance of twists and turns. She’s also aggressive and vengeful. Accompanying autumn is storms. Hurricanes, tornados, thunder and lightning swarm the earth, leaving destruction in their wake. As soothing as Jadis’ presence may be, if you wrong her, she’ll become a powerful storm; a force to be reckoned with.

[assassins-wasteland]

OCtober [fallout]

Prompts by @oc-growth-and-development

Pride

Styx: bisexual

Haseya: lesbian

Jadis Hayes: pansexual