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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.06.15 22:21:00 -
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((Just curious, am I allowed to be a Ghoul?))
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:00:00 -
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((Character Sheet:
Name: Dr. Matthew "Doc" O'Hara
Race: Ghoul (Non-Feral)
S - 4
P - 4
E - 4
C - 9
I - 9
A - 6
L - 4
Tag: Medicine; Science; Speech
Equipment: Wasteland Doctor Fatigues, Despardo hat
Weapon: 10mm Pistol
Background: WORK IN PROGRESS))
Doc took a sip from his bottle of dirty water. He had been out in the wasteland for a couple weeks gathering supplies for his practice, though, because he was a Ghoul, he had few patience. Usually he would be inside some broken down building searching for medical supplies. Sometimes he even would go to Vault 34, not for supplies though, but to remind himself what might happen to him.
As he was looking at his map, planning his next destination, he heard the sounds of combat. He quickly folded his map, picked up his doctor's bag and rushed to the site of the battle. He saw the group take down the raiders with ease and once the fighting started to settle, he came out of his hiding space.
"You all right smooth skins?" He asked, "does anyone need help?"
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.06.16 00:09:00 -
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((Give me a sec while I reroll))
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Jonny D Buelle
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Posted - 2015.06.16 05:19:00 -
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Walt had never been lucky. First the bombs fell, killing his family. Then he became a ghoul and has been constantly tormented by smooth skins since then. And now he has been spotted while trying to cross the wasteland to Vault 34. Sure the ghouls there were feral, but at least they wouldn't make him miserable.
Walt watched as the smooth skin took off his helmet and as the tribal doctor stitched him up. Walt felt like he would be safe where he was. As long as they keepy their distanced, he thought.
He then sat down and placed his Cowboy Repeater beside him and placed his pack in front of him. After a bit of rummaging, he pullet out a bottle of dirty water and some sugar bombs. It wasn't much of a meal but it would do.
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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