Description
Tall, of Medium build, pointed Jaw and Defined Cheek bones. His eyes are heterochromic; his left eye being Green and his Right Eye being a Steel Blue. His hair is A light Brown, though it often appears Black from dust, grime and the like. He wears a pair of Black Cargo Pants, ragged from wear, and a Blue Collared shirt with pieces of military issue armor sewn in and attached to it in an odd mismatch. The armor only covers his vitals, and his shoulders, leaving his arms free to work.
Personality
Toby is smart, funny, and friendly to most people. He has a smile that can let people in, and his good natured teasing always seems to bring a smile to someone's face. He goes out of his way to help people no matter who they are or where they're from, and often volunteers his abilities as a technician, which are great for the time and his age, to those in need at no or next to no charge.
That's when he's happy.
When he's angry or under fire, Toby is almost a new person. He curses, fires, and stares into your soul like the abyss all at the same time. His heart could freeze nitrogen and his blood runs colder than Ice when faced with a challenge. He never cracks under pressure, though his stare and shot makes many others do so. He is ruthless in combat, though he still often shoots to wound, if only to have a prisoner to interrogate. His duality and eyes reflect each other, his warm side being as inviting as his Left eye, green like an open field. His right eye as cold and dispassionate as steel.
Equipment
Winchester Model 1876 .45 Caliber Lever Action Rifle, Colt Mark 23 .45 Pistol, and a Chainblade; all resting over his shoulder, at the small of his back and his left hip respectively.
History
Toby's father and Mother were a Scribe and a Knight in the Brotherhood respectively. As a Scribe, Toby's father knew that ADV423 was not born-in to those with the disease, but acquired later in life. He raised Toby in a hermetic bubble, sealing him away from the world for many years, until his Mother could take no more of not being able to hold her son, and not allowing him to take his place among the Brotherhood of Steel, despite Toby's obvious natural talent with machines making him a welcome, and revered addition to the group. She left the Brotherhood with Toby for his own good,, intending to rejoin another group of them later, a different chapter. But they was snubbed by them, having left Steel once, some were unsure she wouldn't do so again.
She raised Toby as best she could in the Wasteland, until she died from ADV423 when Toby was 7. Toby lived on the Streets for a year before he met his Father again. His father, now a Brotherhood Elder, ignored him, despite Toby's memories of him and the caring man he had been when they had lived together. Some who know him think this is where Toby's cold side came from, and he left on his own, despite some members of the Brotherhood still wanting him to rejoin for his natural talent with high tech rifles and armor. Toby lived on the streets scrounging and making do with his abilities until he joined the West gang just this past month. He joined the West gang to try and cure the disease, making other not have to worry, and not lose their mother or father to the disease, one way or another.
So begins...
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.
Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.
Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?
“
Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness?
”
Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.
Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?
“
...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I?
”
Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.
Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!
He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.
"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.
Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.
Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.
“
Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there?
”
Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.
There was a door, and it was closing.
She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.
Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.
Fesna toed the dust gently, but Kragum yanked her away. She would have laughed at his superstition under almost any other circumstance.
Kragum gave Fesna a hard nod, and tried for the door. To both of their surprise it was unlocked!
Fesna grabbed Kragum's face, gave him a hard smooch, and pulled him through the door.
His head swam. A kiss! He followed her blindly through the door.
Shael blinked, and he found himself somewhere he did not expect. His memory was fuzzy as if he had awoken from a half-remembered dream.
“Hello?” He called out to the emptiness. “I’m afraid I’m a bit lost, and I don’t remember how I got here.”
A tall skeletal figure wandered the void. Zal’hagun scanned the impenetrable darkness with fleshless eyes that glowed with necromantic energy. His ancient robes, worn and tattered yet still bearing an air of nobility, flowed behind him.
“Well…” He hissed into the nothingness. “This is… problematic.”
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”