-=[ Out Of Character Information ]=-
In Game Name: CreeperBlast42
Real Life Age: 13
Have you read the Fallout RP rules?: I love Fallout!
Do you have any role playing experience? If 'Yes' where?: No
What Does Power Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing things you should not be able to do, like catching every bullet an opponent shoots at you, one by one.
What Does Meta Gaming mean in your own words, and list ONE example: Doing things in-game due to things you know in real life, like doing certain things to avoid a new boss's attack the first time you fight him because you saw the battle on YouTube.
What Does Roleplaying mean in your own words: Acting, but for fun, and with no set script.
-=[ In Character Information ]=-
Character Name: Derek Johnson
Character Age: 28
Character Gender: Male
Personality: Psychotic, sadistic, and destructive, but sometimes cowardly. However, when not in combat, he is surprisingly level-headed. Goes into a frenzy at the sight of a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, however. Does not kill anyone unless they have a price on their heads, unless they attack him first, or are raiders, slavers, or, of course, Brotherhood of Steel.
Goals: Getting rich and powerful, and having his "fun".
Fears: Needles, and spiders- the small kind
Likes: Music, weapons, tech, Nuka-Cola Quantum, and the pain of others
Dislikes: The Brotherhood of Steel, slavers, raiders, and being in pain
Race: Mutated Wastelander
D&D Alignment: Changes every other day, but usually Lawful Evil. Goes to Chaotic Evil only at the sight of a member of the Brotherhood of Steel.
Character Appearance: A very Creeper-like man (Due to drinking lots and lots of Nuka-Cola Quantum), clothed in an outfit stolen from a Vault Dweller. His mutation caused his bones to expand, and his skin only barely thickened as it was stretched across his new frame. His eyes, despite looking like hollow sockets, are sunken into his skull, and are pitch-black. However, when enraged, his pupils glow blue. His entire body glows slightly, making him easy to see in the dark, and it glows more the angrier he gets. His jaws can open scarily wide, and are usually in a frown. He wears the outfit of a vault dweller, mainly because it's strong and reliable. In public, however, he often hides himself under a hooded cloak, to conceal his body and face, as his green skin tone would turn away most clients.
Back Story: He lived as a bounty hunter almost his entire life. He was a good man, who always tried to take his targets alive. He used his caps to buy bottles of the rare (and delicious) Nuka-Cola Quantum, which he carried in his pouch. However, that all changed when he hunted a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. Needless to say, he got his ass kicked. His weapons were taken, and his outfit was torn to shreds. He was miles away from the nearest town, and he had used all his supplies to recover from the fight. All except a small stash of food, and his stock of Nuka-Cola Quantum. By that point, he had an absolutely massive hoard. He survived drinking two bottles a day, sometimes three. Around the same time he drank half his stock, he found an entrance to a vault. He holed up in there, in front of the sealed doors, drinking Nuka-Cola Quantum to his heart's content. But something was wrong. He felt a slight pain on every inch of his skin, and with every bottle he drank, it only got worse, and worse. Then, after he drank the last bottle, the pain became too much, and he blacked out. When he came to, he felt that familiar pain, less now, and saw the skin on his hands. His green, crunchy-feeling skin. That was the last straw. He snapped, and banged on the vault's door, screaming in fury. The doors opened, and a man came out with a gun. The shock on the poor sap's face barely registered. All he could do was rage. And there was the perfect vent for his fury. He disarmed the dweller before he could recover, and beat the dweller to death with his bare fists. After he calmed down, he took the man's outfit to replace his own. He swore revenge against the Brotherhood of Steel, and ventured out, preparing himself for some fun and profit.
Respond to the Situation:
Continue hiding, calculate the chances of not being killed if I open fire, quietly pick them off one by one if the odds are against me, and run out, guns blazing, if the odds are favorable.
Additional Notes: His urine always glows blue.
Alright, this is my updated character sheet. Hope you enjoy.