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Niklas Amsler

"Nope. Sorry, Nothing."

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a character in “Fallout: Whiteout”, as played by DarknessUndying

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Basics
Name: "Mein name is Niklas Amsler."
Gender: "I am male."
Age: "I am Vierundzwanzig, or Twenty-Four."
Race: "I am Caucasian Ja."
Ethnicity: He is actually English, but puts an accent on to fool people.
Eye Color: "Mein eyes are brown."
Hair Color: "Mein hair is Blonde, although, i don't know why you need to know."
Sexuality: "I don't mind either gender."


Physical Descriptions:
Weight: "I'm 70 Kilos."
Height: "Six foot ein."
Body Type: "I would think zhat i'm Slender, Athletic and fit."
Hair Style: "Mein hair is usually concealed, but it's quite untidy. It usually falls to mein shoulders."
Appearance [Pictures are very welcome, with a description as well though]: "I have blonde hair, a very pretty face, Wouldn't you agree? Although, you won't see it much due to mein mask!"
Scars: "I have a Metal Prosthetic Arm. Explosives aren't a joke."
Tattoos: "None! I refuse to contaminate myself!"
Piercings: "None!"
Clothing: "I wear a red coat, a white shirt, brown vest, black trousers and boots. Honestly, not very interesting."


Personality: Niklas is quite cheerful, and loves to let out riddles. He is fairly quirky, and bubbly. He often speaks in German, like his parents, so people don't understand him. Thankfully, he usually corrects himself and allows people to know what he said. He has thick skin, and doesn't care too much about what people say. Some would say he has Blue blood, though, as he hails from a very distant land, and because he is so fancy in his clothing.



S.P.E.C.I.A.L. [distribute 40 points]:
#4 Strength
#10 Perception
#7 Endurance
#6 Charisma
#6 Intelligence
#7 Agility
#0 Luck

Skills:[You can have 5]
Combat: Melee Weapons (Full on 100), Guns. (Very Good)
Active: Science, (Good) First Aid, (Master), Sneak (Master)
Passive: Speech (Master)

Perks [You can have 15]:
Purifier
Night Person
Mister Sandman
Ninja
Confirmed Bachelor
Lady Killer
Travel Light
Terrifying Presence



Equipment and Armor:
As above, the only armour he currently wears is a leather vest.
Weapons:
A Rapier, and he fights with a Historical Fencing Style. 9MM Pistol.

History: Niklas was born in a Vault, and lived his whole life underground. Every so often, random materials would fall through the cracks. Sometimes it was gold, sometimes it was red fabric. But throughout his life until he was 15, he collected the materials, and started to make an outfit. It got to the point where he could not wear such a silly costume without armour. On that fateful day, July the Ninth, some Black Recon Armour fell through a hole in the Vault ceiling. Niklas snatched it up, and adapted his outfit to it.

As the years went by, Niklas left the Vault. Violently, as it were. He slaughtered the Overseer, and some of those who protected him with a Rapier his father made for him. Within four hours, he had slaughtered his vault and was out in the shadows. He spent two years, fighting to survive, murdering Raiders and protecting towns. Eventually, he made a mask. And as he had made a name for himself as a murderer, he thought the best way to hide - was behind a disguise. As "The Mask."

This name developed into "The Regent of the Mask," or, as people called him, "The Monk of the Mask."

Now, he sits in a bar, bored of his life. He wishes that something interesting would happen.



Extra information:

So begins...

Niklas Amsler's Story

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More people made their way into her bar, several were just regular customers, but three found their way to her table. There was Yen, a fellow ghoul, but she knew she'd never really understand what he went through, no one treated her like they treated him. She still had her pretty face, never aging. Most people didn't even know she was a ghoul herself until she told them. The only give away was her left hand, and she usually didn't flaunt that around. his eyes were old, and wise, and to probably no one but Emma, they looked kind. She smiled at him as he sat down, he was somewhat of an old friend of hers. His shop down the way had a way of drawing in a lot of her regular customers, and vice versus, his random customers had a way of making it to her bar. His customers included her bartender, but she knew outside of her bar (and especially in Yen's shop) he was rude to any ghoul. He even had a hard time working under Em.

Em grabbed her glass of whiskey and finished off the almost full cup and looked back at him,

"I'm alright, hoping to have a few more applicants for the Reix, but can't complain too much, the bars getting good business."

The bar got louder as she said this, as though in agreement to her statement.

"I did have a favor to ask of you, I was going to make my way to your shop tomorrow, but since you're here anyway...My old pistols been on the fritz, and I could normally fix it myself, but this tick is just something I can't seem to figure out."

Em's charm and charisma oozed of out her. It happened anytime that she talked, without her meaning to. That and her pretty face was the reason so many people liked her, and would do almost anything she asked of them. It was nice, but she got somewhat bored with it, not much of a challenge.

The lights in the bar started to flicker, but then steadied. The place was nice, but it was still pretty old technology. Em's eyes were very sensitive to light, and she was probably the only one that noticed the fluctuation in how bright it was. She let out a small sigh of worry, she hadn't told anyone, but she was starting to lose her vision and hadn't been able to scavenge any glasses that helped.

Just as she started to think about her problem, two more made their way over to where she sat. Alex and Niklas. At Alex's question she looked at Trent,

"You want to tell him where to go?"

Alex wasn't really someone Em knew anything about. So she left Trent to give him any information that he needed. As for Niklas, she nodded her head towards him in acknowledgment to his greeting, but looked away. She knew him a little better than Alex, but didn't know how to feel about him or his mask, she'd never seen him without it, and she never trusted anyone that she couldn't really make eye contact with. After the exchanges, Em turned her attention back to Yen, awaiting his answer.

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Yen nodded, then strained to hear her proposition. Well, not exactly a proposition, more of a request. Em was too good a friend for him to make her pay him for the occasional favor. "Of course. Do you have it with you? I could take a quick look at it now if you want." But then someone tapped him on the back. Yen flinched slightly. He wasn't used to being touched. Turning around, he saw Niklas standing behind him. Yen frowned inwardly. He didn't really like Niklas. There was something... odd about him that Yen couldn't quite place. But outside he gave a tight smile. "Hello, Niklas. It's going well, I suppose. How is sitting around being bored going?"

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Yen's eyes narrowed when Niklas's accent dropped completely away. "Yes, I'm going to try to join. Again." he said with a chagrined look.

'So, you were always unnerved about seeing mein face, correct?' The accent was back. Odd.

Yen replied with a sarcastic smile, "I've found that people are usually more unnerved about mine."

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feeling bored Alex pulled out his scoped .44 magnum. He set it down in front of him and looked at it, it was the finest gun he owned. Besides a few minor scratches the gun was in near perfect shape, it was accurate, did not jam and fired with full strength, the only problem was ammo. Alex had only a few really good bullet's about twelve that where in good enough shape and three odd bullet's which power's he had not yet figured out. The rest of his ammo was of inferior quality and was worried it might damage the gun. his other gun's where average and so was the ammo. His knife was a decent peace of steel but was old and could snap off if he got a bad hit in, he need to replace it soon. looking at the odd figure's around he saw someone who caught his eye, a man with a mask he had ignored him before thinking he might be trouble do to the mask but as he took a closer look he saw that he had some Very fine blade's. I need some blades like that he thought. Those blades where fresh something that was not common out in the wast, or at least he had seen very little of it in the time he had spent out of the vault. Putting his pistol back into it's holster, he proceed to get up and walk over to the masked man and waited for him to finish up whatever he was doing and said "hello I cant not help but say how i admire your fine blade's may i ask where you got them? i wouldn't mind getting a pair for myself

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Yen stared at Niklas, then rested his gaze when Niklas' attention was directed toward a newcomer. He rolled his eyes as Niklas showed off his sword and knowledge of them and how to make them, etc. To be quite honest, Yen wasn't exactly sure why he didn't like Niklas. Maybe it was the mask, maybe it was the over-confidence, maybe it was just his personality. But there was something else... Something off.

Another man came over, bringing Yen out of his thoughts, and asked with an odd accent if this was the Reix meeting. This place was just full of odd accents today. "Yes." Yen answered, smiling and standing up. "I'm Yen. Pleased to meet you." He extended his hand for the man to shake.

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Alex was amazed to hear that the masked man had forged the blade himself and even offered to make him one. Back at the vault there was no way to produce anything of that quality. Pulling his knife slowly out of it sheath he put it on the table in fount of them. "truth is friend i do indeed need a new blade, but i would not be able to pay for it because I am a little low on cap's at the moment. This knife is all i have if something get's close to me. It's dull and is ready to snap at any moment, plus it is too small for fighting some of the monster's running around that I saw. all I could offer you is a favor and that may not be enough for work as fine as your own" he said as he explained his current situation "If i could get a blade a think a short sword would do me but there is very little i can offer except my help with a job or two as well as a friend, although that may not mean much in these time's" he smiled at the masked man. most people would be at odds with a man with a mask on but he liked the older man. "oh and my name is Alex" he said as he held out his hand.

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Sean listened carefully, he was always fascinated by the stories that ghouls had to tell. A combined age and wisdom always made for great listen.

He scratched the side of his face, then realized how grizzly his facial hair was getting, months without a shave was certainly making a difference to his appearance.

"I guess I can't say you're grinning from ear to ear then..." He muttered jokingly.

"Well you have a very interesting story friend. And yes, I am hoping to join as well." He gave a nod, then glanced over to the man removing his mask, giving Yen a seemingly heartfelt apology about something.

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Yen nodded in thanks at Sean, then looked up in surprise at Niklas. This was a turn of events that he had definitely not forseen. For once the talkative ghoul was completely speechless. Now he understood why the proud swordsman kept up his disguise, and why he was so overconfident. It was all an act. Well, some of it. He was glad to know about the accent: that had been bothering him. And though Yen usually didn't drink, he would gladly take a few rounds on this apologetic fellow.

'Now, i apologise for intruding. Still dislike me?'

Yen blinked in surprise. Then he opened his mouth to speak, but didn't really know what to say. He wasn't used to being apologized to. So he just shook his head and shook Niklas' hand. "Thanks." he managed to croak. Then he recovered his composure and stuttered a little. "Um, uhhhm yes, fantastic. Uhhhm thank-you. I'm sorry for um, being so hostile. Um, yes. Fantastic." Completely recovered now, he stood up and grinned, shaking Niklas' hand more strongly. "I had no idea I was speaking to the Swordsman of the Apocalypse. And yes, I love the reference."

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Sean smiked warmly.
"I'll drink to that." He said, scooping up a glass, then let some of the warm whiskey down his throat.
"Pretty good," he commented, "even after a few centuries and a nuclear apocalypse."
"And I never caught your name." Sean said, turning to the Bladesman.

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"Ah." Niklas muttered, directed towards the male. "The name is Niklas Amsler, but you can call me Niklas." He laughed, drinking some Whiskey.

"And you, friend?" He smiled towards him. Something is different about this one. I hope we can maintain a friendship. He thought to himself, a grin forming on his face. "I'll be back in a minute, hold on."

He returned around three minutes later, in a new getup. He had a white shirt, missing one sleeve, and a leather vest over it. With black trousers and boots. The missing sleeve showed his Metal arm, which thankfully Yen had made. Probably out of spite. He also had his long, blonde hair tied back, with a perfect fringe.

"Yen, did i ever thank you for making me this replacement? It's so much more useful. Remember, explosives aren't a joke. Although, i learnt that the hard way."

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Yen lifted his glass in salute then took a swig. It had been a while since he had drunk and the whiskey burned his throat, making him cough. When he recovered, laughing at himself, he saw that Niklas had gone and returned with a less ridiculous outfit. "Yes, I believe you did give me some snarky but grateful response." He smiled, his eyes still wet with tears from coughing. "You never did tell me the story, though. Of how it happened, that is."

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"Ah, well." Yen said to Niklas, smiling. "Another day, perhaps. A day when we're out on the road with the Reix!" He lifted his glass once more, downed the rest of the whiskey, coughed, and then set the glass on the bar. Scooping up Em's pistol, he put it in his backpack - the same old backpack he had had with him since high-school. "Wish me luck." He said with a nervous smile, then took out his application and walked to the door of the VIP room. Handing it to the guard, he waited for him to read it. And waited. And waited. And waited. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Uh, look, can you actually read that thing?" The super-mutant looked up at him and nodded, obviously lying. Yen didn't catch it, though. "Okay." he said. And waited some more. "Um. Yeah. I don't think you can, 'cause I didn't write that much. So could ya just let me in now?" Yen started to walk forward, and the super-mutant pushed him back.

'You no go in 'til I say.'

Yen put up his hands. "Okay, I don't want a fight."

'Then go home.'

Yen looked chagrined, then angry. "Nevermind, I do want a fight. Lemme in, you scumbag!" He pulled out his pistol, trying to look tough.

The super-mutant smirked, then pushed open the door. 'You go in now.'

Yen spluttered for a moment, then put his pistol away, smoothed out his shirt and walked in as coolly as he could.