Description
Name: Lucas Ryely
Nickname: Luke (Preferred)
Age: 20
Physical appearance:
(no tattoo)
Luke is very attractive and very aware of it, so his casual dress is usually an open or mostly unbuttoned shirt and loose jeans. However, when he's "working" he tries to dress up a bit… which to him means buttoning the shirt. He has a mess of blonde hair, turquoise eyes, and a thin, athletic body. He likes light colors and nice clothes, despite the fact that he's poor and lives in a radioactive shit-hole. He has so far been unaffected by radiation, so he has the attributes of a normal human being.
Personality
Personality: Luke is cocky, arrogant, and vain. However, he is also very manipulative and clever, and knows how to hide the uglier sides of his personality. He's hard to rattle, simply because he has somewhat of a superiority complex and rarely thinks anyone is worth the trouble of getting worked up over. But again, with his good looks and smooth talking, his kind and sensitive facade is difficult to see through. Luke is constantly talking and always has an opinion on the subject at hand. He's the kind of guy that always gets his way, never pays full price, and steals what he can't get a discount on.
He has a serious fear of getting hurt or killed, and he hates it when he actually gets into a fight. He prefers activities like spying, stealing, and lying to fighting. That's not to say he can't defend himself, but he's a at quite a disadvantage to a seasoned fighter unless he has the element of surprise on his side.
Likes:
-Money
-Himself
-Stealing
-Bartering
-Arguing
-Deceit
-Getting Revenge
Dislikes:
-Fighting
-Getting Caught
-Mutated People
-Anyone he can't charm or that doesn't like him
Fears:
-Dying
-Blood
-Getting Hurt
-Becoming Mutated
Preferred Weapons:
-Small knives that are easy to wed.
-He can wield a gun, but doesn't own one or do it often enough to have a preference.
Equipment
Strength: 0
Perception: 0
Endurance: 0
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 0
Agility: 2
Luck: 2
Equipment:
A pretty little knife he stole and is very proud of. He often spins it around on his finger by the loop, much to the discomfort of others. He plays with it more often than he uses it. Near impossible to find when he hides it on his person.
Base Money Amount: $50
History
History: Luke has been a petty thief and conman as long as he can remember. He started as a pickpocket as a child, and he has progressed into elaborate scams, getting people to buy broken weapons, fake jewels, and other small crimes. His parents encouraged him and were actually proud of his thefts since they helped put food on the rug. No, not table. They were far too poor for a table. He moved out on his own at 17, but still keeps in contact with his parents and helps them out when he can. Despite his relative success as a conman, he's still dirt poor due to his expensive taste. He rarely has much money on him, only enough for what he's planning to buy next. Otherwise, he's just your average post-apocalyptic guy, living in a small city. Miraculously, he's been able to stay radiation-free. So, you might ask, what's a guy like this doing working for the Legion? Well, it's an interesting story really…
Posting Sample:
"Excuse me, sir!" Lucas's light voice floated through the crowd. He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but it was in this way he caught the dumbest and most gullible prey; it was always the morons who came over to him. "Hey! Excuse me!"
He brushed the hair out of his face and looked up at the sky. Clouded with smog and chemicals. Another beautiful day. He turned his attention back to his potential victims. They were raggedy bunch, the survivors. Walking around with strange growths coming out of their bodies, hair falling out… and those seemed to be the lucky ones. He realized his face had been contorting into a disgusted grimace as he looked at these people and quickly went back to smiling and calling out to whoever the hell was willing to be suckered into buying something useless.
A plump, middle-aged woman stopped in front of him, asking him if it was her he was calling to. Unable to tell if she was a mutant or just ugly, he forced a smile and sang, "Why yes! Yes I was. Now, I don't normally say things like this, but…" he blushed cutely and smiled into the woman's ugly little eyes, "… I couldn't help but notice how attractive and well-dressed you look."
"My!" smiled the woman, putting her hand to her chest. "Why thank you, young man."
"I just noticed because, well, you see I'm selling this jewelry, and I thought, 'Such a lovely woman would look so nice with a strand of pearls.' But of course, no one like you ever buys from me. It's always these ugly old hags who think if they decorate themselves up with enough expensive accessories they'll be pretty. But of course, someone like you whose natural beauty would be so perfectly accented by these lovely pearls would never buy any from me."
"You really think…?" The woman blushed. "Well I guess it's both our lucky day. I'll gladly purchase… hmm…"
Luke held up his meager selection of (unbeknownst to the woman) fake pearls, and happily took her money when she decided on a small bracelet. She waddled away like a fat little princess as Luke counted the money. "Ha, $100. Not bad. Not bad at all."
He spent the rest of his day in this way until he happened to call out to an oddly dressed group of men. "Hey, guys. Buy anything for the Misses? Maybe a watch?" It was late and he wasn't feeling up to trying very hard anymore. He decided this would be his last attempt of the night before he turned in to his dirty old apartment. Everything was going fine until he heard his least favorite phrase, "Hey, what are you trying to pull?" Luke sprinted off, but was soon caught by the pursuing men in a back alley.
"Don't you know who you're messing with boy?" Apparently this man was some sort of high ranking official for some organization called the Legion. What were they doing here anyway?
The men held him down as the leader of the group muttered something about contracting a mercenary of sorts and how annoyed he was to be in the city in the first place. Sweating with fear, Luke quickly took advantage of the opportunity, claiming himself to be an expert (at what he didn't specify), and that he would agree to whatever contract so long as they didn't hurt him. "Think about it. You'll have finished your mission, and you can leave this piece of shit city, right?" Just please don't hurt me… he thought to himself.
So here he is, contracted by the Legion, certain that this ridiculous mission to infiltrate the NCR will be the death of him.
"note", I believe.
