Name: Karen Simms.
Race: Human; African American.
Age: Twenty-four.
Sexuality: Asexual.
Karma: Angelic.
Occupation: Mechanic & inventor/tinkerer.
Alliance(s): NCR.
Perks:
-Animal Friend
-Computer Whiz
-Jury Rigging
-Sniper
-Travel Light
S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 2
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 6
Luck: 5


Appearance: Karen is limber at five feet and six inches. The tinkerer maintains health through daily training and carefully picking out the best food possible in this dystopian world. She has long, willowy fingers which react swiftly to her surroundings. Although the woman has smooth mocha skin it's easy to notice how damaged its become in specified areas. She has severe scarring on her extremities. Three scars slicing vertically lined on the arch of each foot that then extend to the outer edge and branch all over the back of her calves, not to mention the zigzagged pattern of scars making a labyrinth over her shins. Scourging over her forearms are jagged scars that derive from two inflamed scars on the top of each hand starting at the wrist, delving over the knuckles to slither between the mildly webbed space between a forefinger and middle finger as well as the ring and pinky digit, then they converge into a thick scar splitting both palms only to branch out on the soft skin of the underside to her scarred forearms. Karen's slender body wouldn't put up much of a struggle in unarmed combat but she's been in a few cat fights before.

She has a triangular, cat-like face with dimples embedded in her cheeks whenever she smiles which is reserved for people she can get along with. Her nose is slender and rather pointed while her cheekbones are prominent, jade eyes able to hold anyone's gaze. A scar soars from the right corner of her mouth [which gives her a permanent lop-sided smile] to blaze over her nosebridge and roost upon her forehead to cling to her hairline, erect as though whoever caused the wound intended to carve a perfect line to divide her smooth forehead.

The woman's hair is naturally black with reddish highlights in direct lighting. It's layered and often worn down, brushing barely past her shoulders. Her bangs are thick but easily controlled with a bobbypin which holds them out of her face. It also doubles for picking common locks.

Her knuckles enshrouded by fingerless leather gloves. Karen has her scarred limbs wrapped in athletic bandaging to hide her scars with. She's self conscious of them at times and is worried they may distract someone or deter someone. The woman always has a bobby pin in her bangs and generally wears secured hiking boots. She wears a sleeveless leather hoodie over any clothing she wears, it reaches down to the back of her knees. Karen often wears a scarf either around her neck or around her waist. Karen has very light armor right now.

She has a winged tattoo with the top pair of wings brushing her nape as the rest flutters down to cover most of her back.

Equipment:
On her torso she often carries her sniper rifle across her back, it's named Shep. Karen's secondary choice of offense are two magnum revolvers named Mordecai and Silas. Usually seen with a dusty backpack that has a simple medical supply, a cracked compass, an aged map, dried food rations, tool kit, scant ammo and a bottle of water.

Likes:
-star gazing
-technology
-dogs
-sugar bombs
-cooking
-adventure
-brahmin
-alcohol
Dislikes: l
-rude behavior
-chems
-raiders
-cruelty
-dishonesty
-insects; terrified of them
-explosives

Personality: Karen is a stubborn woman. If she's made up her mind not even the wrath of a deathclaw could turn it back. Her stubborn-streak comes from her bighorn headed father, but she doesn't turn it into anger or brash decisions. As obstinate as she is Karen has a big heart. She's the kind of girl who roots for the underdog, fights tooth and nail for what feels right, and refuses to back down when faced with an issue. While she's quiet she's still quick to speak for those who can't.

If you're friendly Karen will feel more comfortable around you. She's just fine talking with strangers as long as they're open to it. Karen will feel comfortable leaving you alone with her son, she may even ask you to babysit for some caps. Those with outright brusque attitudes are the ones Karen avoids. She won't speak to them unless her life depends on it and she easily dislikes them. Chances are she'll never leave you alone with her child. If you give Karen reason to believe her life is in danger she will aptly defend herself. When others are present she tries not to do anything stupid to get them in trouble. Karen will not let you near her son.

The woman has no idea how to handle anyone flirting or hitting on her; considering herself unattractive due to her scars and the fact that she's a mother. She does not discriminate gender and is receptive to both men and women, however has no current interest in sex.

Karen will maintain eye contact with whoever she is speaking to. She'll generally try to help others out and will gladly repair or build something if you're on good terms with her. The woman is sensitive about her scars and doesn't take kindly to too many questions about them.

History: Born and raised on a cattle ranch in Northwestern Washington she values honesty and hard work, fueled by being a descendent of one Lucas Simms, an old world sheriff in Megaton dating years back. Living on the ranch far up north was a secluded and dangerous life. The Simms began with a handful of wild brahmin they tamed by offered food, gentle hands and patient dogs. Karen loved the animals on the small farm she was born on. Her parents; her father being a farmer and her mother an eccentric mechanic, loved seeing her grab a docile brahmin's tail and learn to walk that way. Ramuel, Karen's brother, was often the one pulling her out of trouble and helping her with more ornery beasts. Growing up on the ranch she handles even unknown animals well, generally dogs.

She learned minor mechanics working on equipment and cooking from her family, able to fire a shotgun at the young age of twelve. Karen had to learn fast with raiders coming through the valley on a weekly basis and rival ranchers combing through to try and steal cattle. One night the family was under threat; Karen's mother had just given birth to the youngest Simms, Kyantae. Raiders were closing in on the home but mysteriously all fell one by one. In the morning an NCR sniper knocked on their door and checked on the family, explaining that he had been en route to base but stopped when he heard trouble. Ramuel was fascinated and not too long afterwards left the ranch to join. He returned frequently to visit the family and passed on his sniping to Karen. One year Ramuel didn't return enough.

Other: She has two companions; a dog named Kaiser and a salvaged eyebot she calls Klox. Karen also lives with her son. Adjo is a polite, wide eyed boy. He loves to hang around with the big kids unless they're doing something that feels wrong to him. A brave little guy he enjoys finding his own adventure.