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| NORAD |
age: 27 / race: human (unknown)
occupation: farmer (formerly)
residence: drifter (formerly Jamaica Plains)
| PHYSICAL |
dob: vaguely Pisces, 2260
height: 5’11
weight: solid, but lanky
eyes: green
hair: dark brown, curly when it’s long
| SKILLS |
S(-)P(+)E(-)CIA(+)L
Perks: Locksmith, Night Person, Medic, Gunslinger, Sneak.
Favorite Weapon: silenced 10mm handgun
| INTERESTS |
-Likes: iguana on a stick, folks that don’t ask too many questions, traveling at night, the coast, cigarettes, sleeping in, “Every Night About this Time” by The Ink Spots.
-Dislikes: alcohol, chems (doesn’t like his head being fuzzy), places with no cover, unnecessary confrontation, “Butcher Pete” by Roy Brown.
-Hates: any and all mutated bugs, the Brotherhood of Steel, the Institute, slavers, prejudice toward Synths.
| BIO |
Norad has trouble remembering much of his life before two years ago, due to a recent head injury sustained during a Gunners’ raid on his home settlement. During the attack, Norad was taken captive to be sold down the line. During his time as their hostage, the Gunners continuously referenced a list of ‘runaways,’ one of which fit Norad’s description. By chance, the Gunners were caught off guard one night by a pack of feral ghouls. Spotting his chance, Norad fled into the night, not stopping until daylight.
Fearing that returning home would put his friends and family in danger, Norad has continued to spend the past months as a vagrant, stealing and conning his way around the Commonwealth. It was on his way toward Diamond City that he first heard of a haven for synths on an island off the coast. Norad had long denied to himself that the list of ‘runaways’ that the Gunners had once read off could be runaway synths. Thinking of that, combined with his lack of memory, was too much to focus on. But with a potential of salvation on the horizon, he set off toward Far Harbor.
After chartering passage to the island, Norad is low on caps and options. With the Commonwealth increasingly under the Brotherhood’s heavy thumb, Norad must discover the truth of his identity. In this last leg of his journey, Norad is even more nervous and skeptical of those around him, though he knows that he will not be able to traverse the island alone.
[Updated: 1/3/19]
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hmm might f*ck around and make this into an RP blog
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Skeletons dancing. Etching by R. Stamper.
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what emotion do you write from
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Villa et Jardins Ephrussi de Rothschild Insr @gmaspics02
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Digital collage by Ignacio Cobo
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