The Treorai wrote:The Treorai wrote:I'll pull up this old app.
Name: Blake Garren
Gender: Male
Armor: Doctor's Fatuiges
Weapons: Hunting Shotgun
Affiliation (Enclave Remnant, BoS Remnant, Wanderer): Wanderer
Rank (If part of a faction): N/A
Bio:
Blake was born into a family of junkies and thugs. Always gambling at the many casinos in New reno, his father never cared about him, and his mother died when he was six. Coincidentally, that was also the year he found his true calling. Fixing things. He was a true genius with repairs, and inventions. He also knew a few things about programming and hacking thanks to a few books he had read. He was neither strongest, nor fastest kid in New Reno, but he had the smarts to make his way to a comfortable life as the youngest, and possibly greatest, repairman in New Reno history.
He eventually found himself working for the chop shop, around the age of fourteen, stripping cars for parts, and selling the energy cells. He didn't stay in the job for long, before he quit due to the fact that they were destroying not building. SO he left his birth town for the first time with the first caravan that came through. He set himself as a guard there for a couple of years before he eventually quit, and stopped off in Shady Sands. He stuck around for a while, helping the military, and police with what little help he could offer for about six months before going out east. He had heard this New Vegas place was kinda alive. So he gathered what he could, and plopped himself on The Mojave's door step a year later, just in time to be around for the second battle of Hoover Dam.
He had been working as an engineer on the Dam to earn back the caps he had lost in New Vegas, when he had been assigned by the NCR as a "Civilian Assistant" to help fix an issue with the Monorail system. While he was at Camp McCarren, Hoover Dam was attacked by the Legion, and the Fiends attacked Camp McCarren in turn. He was lucky enough to survive the onslaught by the Fiends, and he wandered the desert for a while longer, before making his way farther east into Legion Territory.
He spent many years in Colorado, seeking the legendary Vault 0, but it proved a fruitless search. He was evetually forced to flee farther east after narrowly escaping enslavement, and made his way into Kansas City, and settled there. He has spent the majority of his time in Kansas seeking the bodies of fallen Brotherhood and Enclave men and reverse engineering the weapons and armor left on their corpses. He is currently living out of a small scrap metal house defended by two Sentry Bots and a Mister handy named Wilfred.
Notes: The only human contact Blake's had in months have been the corpses he loots, and his Robots (who aren't human, but he talks to them none the less), so he has become incredibly secluded. although, no one is really sorry, because he tends to be a rude, sarcastic ass-hat when he is around people. Also, he owns a Lil' Pip 3000.
*Ahem*
Approved.
