Description
Age: 22
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Hair: Short, brown
Eyes: Brown
Build: Athletic, musculature is well-defined.
Personality
Adam is an anomaly in the Wastes: someone who generally believes in doing things by a moral code, as opposed for solely pragmatic or personal benefit. The main reason that he has survived to this point in his life is that he picked up on the handling, usage and maintenance of firearms at a very early age. If he is asked to do something, his first concern isn't "How much are you paying me?", but "Who needs help?" This is simultaneously a weakness that can be exploited (though not easily, as Adam's not stupid) but also one of his greatest strengths, because it allows him to resist temptations that lesser men would succumb to.
Tagged Skills: Small Guns, Repair, and Speech.
Equipment
Armor: Adam wears leather armor that he has kept in shape over the years by carefully using the remnants of fallen enemies' armor to perform patch jobs. He usually has enough leather pieces in his pack to cover any real damage. He wears a pair of combat boots he inherited from his father and a heart-shaped silver locket his mother used to wear.
Weaponry: Adam carries the following weapons at all times. Each weapon he uses is in incredible condition due to the time he spends maintaining his gear.
- .32 hunting rifle: This hunting rifle is Adam's main weapon. He uses only iron sights on it, having never needed or had a scope to assist with his targeting. This has helped develop his phenomenal accuracy. The gun itself is capable of making a human skull act like a watermelon with a direct, unarmored hit.
- 10mm pistol: This is Adam's primary sidearm and it is always kept in a holster on his right thigh for easy access.
- .44 revolver: Adam uses this weapon primarily to hunt for food, but he will use it in a fight if the need arises.
- Combat knife: The knife is stored in his boots.
All his other gear, including the equipment he uses to maintain his weapons and armor and any medical supplies, is stored in a backpack.
History
Born: May 28, 2255, the remains of Milwaukee, WI
Adam remembers his childhood as being normal enough as the Wastes could provide. He had a loving pair of parents, and they taught him how to survive. He remembers fishing with his dad and inadvertently catching a Mirelurk, getting his very first gun from his mom on his sixth birthday, and the day he first encountered a ghoul. All of these things would pale in comparison to the day he lost his family. They were killed in their sleep by Raiders, who stole everything they could find and ran. Ran like cowards. He was left alone for some reason. When he woke up that next morning and saw his parents, lying together in each other's arms with the dried remnants of their blood crusted around the slash wounds on their throats, everything in his life fell apart. When he was done burying them, all he could think of was how much he had lost...
So he ran.
He ran as far away as his legs could take him. He ended up in what used to be the Motor City, Detroit, and decided to restart his life there. Along the way, he kept several pieces of equipment his parents had managed to hide from the Raiders and they became the core of who he was. They gave him identity, purpose, a connection to what once was. Now, Adam lives to ensure that what happened to him never happens to anyone else. He fights injustices in his own way, seperate from the Brotherhood or any other such organization. Adam doesn't care what price others would want, he just wants to do good in this world. He wants to make it just that little bit better.
So begins...
Adam Hale sits near a sputtering fire, half asleep. He looks up and down the street, making sure no Super Mutants are roaming, and leans up against the nearest wall, closing one eye.
Adam Hale looks up, the noise finally getting to him. He carefully readies his rifle, getting to a crouched position and slowly moving from where he sat.
Adam Hale peers around a corner to see both the Enclave soldier and Cassandra. He crouches down and observes them, tightly gripping his rifle.
Adam Hale presses up against the wall, shouldering his rifle. He barely leans around the corner, bringing the rifle in line, and takes a shot at the armored figure, trying to stem the hail of laser fire.
Adam Hale walks down an alley near the edge of town, rifle out. Still on edge after his recent run-in with the laser-using goons of the Enclave, he freezes when he sees the Enclave column moving out.
Adam Hale bites back a curse. "Motherless mirelurk...why here, why now..."
Adam Hale slowly creeps forward, recognizing Cassandra. He mutters to himself "Wasn't she taking shots at them...?"
Adam Hale presses himself to the wall, trying to minimize his profile. ::Dammit, dammit, dammit...::
Adam Hale waits until the last Enclave trooper has passed, skulking out and tailing the group.
Adam Hale creeps after them, trying to stick to cover as much as possible for both stealth and protective reasons.
Adam Hale quickens his pace, trying to keep up.
Adam Hale moves as fast as he can, realizing that he can't help Cassandra without exposing himself to the others. He hangs back slightly, gripping his rifle with the grasp of a man holding onto everything he's got.
Adam Hale tries to listen in. ::That one say something about her sticking with them? This makes no sense...::
Adam Hale smirks at that last comment. ::They wouldn't have gotten within thirty meters...::
Adam Hale follows them, covering them from the rear.
Adam Hale winces, hoping he hasn't been spotted yet. ::Why can't I have a silencer...::