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Scarlette

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a character in “Fallout: Red Texas”, as played by Hanagumori

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The people who were in the original story and have since then gone inactive.

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BIRTH FACTS:
Full Name: Scarlette "Scar" Krios
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Color: Red, but is a deeper color that's close to brown.
Hair Color: Black, but her original hair color is brown.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONS:
Height: 5'3", but with her boots it brings her up to 5'5".
Weight: 127 lbs
Body Type: Short and slim.
Hair Style: Its mostly hidden in her mask/helmet, but it's short and layered.
Appearance: Because of her armor and mask, she is often mistaken for a man. She uses this to her advantage, however, so she is treated the same as a man in battle. Once her helmet and mask is removed or she speaks, her gender is obvious.

THE OTHER THINGS:
Sexuality: Straight
Age: Around 22
Scars: She has a scar from her left temple down to her jawline from a close bullet that brushed against her skin from raiders that attacked from below.
Ink/Holes: She has a tattoo on her back; anyone lucky enough to see it will know what it looks like.
Attire: She kept part of her NCR combat armor, but mixed it with the Assassin Suit. Her helmet was "recycled" and has a strange red symbol of what used to resemble a dragon.

THE GOOD:
She is more good than bad; she likes to help people if she feels like it. She avoids cannibalism and killing innocents, but accidents are accidents after all. She doesn't mind friendly ghouls or super mutants. As long as they don't piss her off.

AND THE BAD:
She has weak control over her desire to steal and commit revenge to people who have crossed her path. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
+5 Strength
+7 Perception
+6 Endurance
+6 Charisma
+4 Intelligence
+7 Agility
+5 Luck

SKILLS:
Combat: Small guns, explosives, energy weapons, melee weapons
Active: repair, sneak, survival, steal, lockpick
Passive: speech

PERKS:
Black Widow, Friend of the Night, Rapid Reload,
Run 'n Gun, Travel Light, Ferocious Loyalty
Gunslinger, The Professional, Mysterious Stranger
Silent Running, Sniper, Adamantium Skeleton
Light Step, Infiltrator, Quick Draw

BONUS SKILLS:
She has a way with words- especially with men because they are prone to seduction. However, she doesn't use it for sexual purposes. She likes to manipulate men to get in places closed off to commoners, get discounts in stores, or to get her way with situations she's in. She is comedic with friends and loves to tell humorous stories in bars to others. Oh, and she can do this "thing" with her tongue.
tl;dr : Very charismatic, a joker, and the "tongue" thing

OTHER:
Her curiosity gets the best of her at times and she has a peculiar interest in music-- despite that the same, old-songs are repeated continuously.
She drinks whenever she goes to cities or towns but rarely gets out-of-control.

Personality

HOW SHE IS: In towns or cities, Scarlette is the opposite of how she is in battle or traveling the wastes. She enjoys company of others to a certain extent, she can be flirtatious at times but mostly only when she's tipsy, and she likes to joke around and take serious subjects lightly. Once she leaves the gates or perimeter of those places, she becomes incredibly quiet and she'd be cautious of the area around her. Her role as a silent-killing sniper plays part in her actions for she prefers sneak attacks over running head on into battles. Her personality proves to be determined and deadly in battle, all without sound.

Equipment

EQUIPMENT:
A decent amount of rifle rounds, some spare 12.7 bullets, about 13 lockpicks, a small canteen of purified water, rad-x, a few stimpaks, a bobble-head, and a scope that attaches to her rifle.

WEAPONS & TOYS:
Medicine Stick - primary weapon used for sniping. It's her favorite gun and it's pretty worn out from the years it has serviced.
Silenced 12.7 pistol - secondary gun, hardly used, but useful.
Frag Grenades - attached to a strap that wraps around her torso diagonally.
A single Bottlecap Mine for a Deathclaw or Super Mutant Behemoth encounter-- as rare as they may be, she's prepared.
Knock-Knock- axe used for melee.

History

HISTORY: Scarlette was born and raised in California by a single-father who taught her the beauty of guns and lockpicking. When she turned 18, she was recruited into the NCR. After hearing stories of people who fought head-on dying or never returning, she believed attacking from a distance was a much better option. For a year, the NCR allowed her to return home for a while before she and a group of other rangers were sent to Texas to investigate an important "current situation." When they arrived, the group was set-up on a one-way trip to death. Apparently, the NCR had no more desire to keep that group because they believed they were Caesar's Legion spies. Only a handful of the troops survived- but the NCR announced they were dead. Disgusted by their ignorant betrayal, she decided to start fresh. She kept a small part of the armor and incorporated other armors to create light and handy armor that would suffice for her skills.
She had created the perfect motorcycle, crafted from used clips, shells, tires, sunset sarsaparilla and nuka cola bottles, as well as "recycled" armor. However, as she drove it 20 miles from where she crafted the beast, it broke-down. She chucked it off the road and walked the rest of the way to where she resides now. Her goal is to find the perfect set of materials needed to repair it before a raider or traveling merchant discovers it.
Her father is still alive- somewhere out in the Californian wastes; her mother's location or status is completely unknown.


CHILDHOOD:
Scar never had a mother, at least to remember, and her father doesn't mention her. Even if her mother is alive out in the wastes somewhere, Scar doesn't really care. She figures that her corpse is rotting somewhere or that she is in a Vault.
Scar has an older brother that works for the Brotherhood of Steel, but she's never actually encountered one of them to know where they are or how to get to them. She heard rumors of their base being in the DC area, but it's much too far to even think about going.

NOWADAYS:
Scarlette travels a lot, but once she gets to a town or city she stays for long periods of time before leaving again. She could be, but hardly accepts, to do mercenary work. She likes to spend time in saloons, or bars, to drink and meet people. She does repairs for odd-jobs to get caps to get her by and out of places.

So begins...

Scarlette's Story

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Scar realized her drinking was getting slightly out-of-hand when her caps were over a thousand less than what she had, wandering into the damned city she happened to find out of luck. Speaking of luck...

She peered over at the commotion at a nearby game. She wasn't much into gambling, but the situation the players had themselves in proved to be quite the sight. She giggled at small things others said and an interesting character, not with a regular face-- to put it simply. She turned her body sideways on the stool to lean across the bar to watch them comfortably. Normally, she'd join deals like this but her drink caused tipsiness and her perception was pretty off. The bartender believe it'd be best to leave her be and not to hand out any more drinks for her. The man lost his dice in a skimpy-looking woman and he appeared to be flirting with her. She tried smiling, even if no one was around. This guy definitely caught her attention-- to bad she won't remember much in the morning. If she found a bed to sleep in, that is.

'Dumbass, getting drunk in a place like this. You're going to end up waking up next to some ghoul like last time.' She thought to herself awkwardly burying her head in her arms. Too bad for her, she was already half-way unconscious and heading for dreamland.

'Dad would be pissed. His little girl is losing her mind in a fuckin' bar in some city. Shit, I'll probably end up getting raped or something in my sleep.' She thought, angering herself. She opened her eyes again and focused back on the game. This was no time to be sleeping and definitely not the time to be caught off-guard.

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CINDER POST

Sucking his teeth, he saw no point in waiting for this woman to take her sweet old time fishing the dice from her bosom. Hand snaking down her blouse, he retrieved the dice and flicked it down the bar. Watching it roll along, his eyes shifted up some and meet the rusty brown eyes of Scarlette. Sure enough, the dice fell just short of her spot, but it didn't stop Cinder from approaching her with those cold eyes of his.

"Heh," he smirked behind the mask that veiled his face. "Would you mind telling those fucktards what the final dice reads?" Leaning in close to her slender body, Cinder straddled his arms around either side of her neck. Fingers sprawled out across the bar's top, he kept his head stationed to her left, which was just out of sight for the men playing the game. "Go on, bitch," he coaxed one final time before he snatched up what was left of her drink. Downing it in seconds, he shot the glass toward the hoard of men that were now approaching his rear flank. Hissing at them, the breathing apparatus made the sound seem almost like that of steam pouring from a teapot.

Not wanting to get caught in a bar fight for winning a rigged dice game, Cinder snatched up his dice and scurried over to the door. Whirling around, he saluted the woman who was still groping herself after being man-handled by such the brute that Cinder was. As his eyes glazed over as the raw wind cast sand into his eyes, he shot his final glance over to Scarlette.

With the door slamming behind him, Cinder took off toward the left. Rounding around the backside of the building, he waited for the angered gamblers to pour out of the bar and run after him. They, of course, did as such, but in their drunken state didn't even notice that he took to hiding. Sly smile coming onto his face, Cinder sauntered back into the bar and placed his fedora on his head at a cocked angle.

"Ah, gotta love them drunken asses," he said grabbing up a stool beside Scarlette and the lady he previously harassed. "Oh, would you look at that. The bar is only full of wenches. Just my fucking luck... to be stuck with God's lesser creation... women." Now, being the man that he was, Cinder meant the women in the bar no disrespect. He just didn't know how to play nice or word things in a gentler manner. But, it was okay. For the most part, the women in this bar knew Cinder and knew that his temper, tongue, and touch was just a part of his less than nurturing upbringing.

As the female bartender brought a scotch to his hands, the soldier cackled. "Drink up, whores. We've only got one life to live so we better plaster ourselves with liquor and forget all about this fucking godforsaken hell we've been forced to endure." Cocking his head back, he downed the glass in a matter of seconds. Slamming it onto the counter, he awaited the bartender to refill his order and to continue doing so until he was forced to be dragged to the inn next door.

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(Sorry for taking 20 years to reply !!)
Still slightly groggy from the close experience of a nap and a few drinks, Scar was a little unsettled from the man who approached her. Her body tensed up at his touch; it was a foreign feeling to her. She gulped nervously, listening to his almost-electronic words, "Would you mind telling those fucktards what the final dice reads?" The dice seemed to stare at her with a familiar set of numbers. It took her a moment to process what was happening. She could feel the stares of the other gamblers-- waiting for her to speak. He coaxed her and pounded the rest of her drink. Her upper lip twitched and she hid a frown.
Before she could speak, however, the glass shattered when it made impact with one of the men approaching them. The wires in her brain connected and everything was clear. The game was rigged. She quickly glanced up at Cinder before he fetched the dice and made a run for it. She chuckled, turned the stool around and caught his glance before he exited. The group went after him, foolishly, she figured. She crossed her leg over the other and casually waited. Sure enough he was back.
'Damn right.' She thought. He owed her another drink. With great slick, he sat on the stool next to her.
His words seemed somewhat rude but with his look, she didn't take them seriously like others would. She scoffed and watched him chug down. Scar gave in and nodded to the bartender, who later brought her another shot. Eventually, she held her hand out to Cinder, "Name's Scar." She hiccuped after her lousy introduction. Not a lot of wastelanders interest her enough like he did- she figured 'How often do you see guys like this?'