Name: Kenshin O'Malley Gender: Male, straight Age/DOB: 30/2250 Origin: Vault Earth / Pitt Family: Deceased, had a wife and daughter near the Pitt, who were killed when he was taken there Other: knows there are still some slaves in the Pitt that would love to exact revenge on their keepers, but also has been told of what's really going on there, so he's not sure he should encourage them Height: 6'2" Weight: 180, strong torso with good upper body muscularity Hair: dark blond, fluffy, usually quite dirty, kept short but might go full mullet; has a very heavily stubbled jaw and chin but his beard is also blond Eyes: light brown, deep set, peering Appearance: light skinned, though with considerable pock marking on arms, hands, and back from working in the forges at the Pitt; doesn't mind the sun but he still prefers to be a little more covered up; has a gritty and deep voice, but usually a pleasant word or two for those around him Genetic Abilities: none overt, but has a strong resistance to the effects of radiation and has claimed that he is 'immune to chems', no one has ever seen him shooting up though so who knows whether that's true. If it is, Melissa will want to gather samples Icarus Processing: none, though Melissa claims it might give him - or his descendants should he choose to have any more - some useful effects |
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Skills or Profession: though he started his life as a farmer trying to guard his homestead, he wound up enslaved and used by the metal workers at the Pitt. Because of certain arrangements that were made by Aretha, and reinforced later by Dejanira there, people had the opportunity to leave after a few years and cycle out, so they didn't all just die of poisons or overwork. He learned much about how to work with metals and ores, but has little taste for it now, and wants to return to his roots. He does know how to use a shotgun, but prefers not to carry a weapon in the field any longer. Also, though this hasn't yet been noticed or tested, he is very good with children and pets. | |
Personality: Haunted, to a strong degree, but also he is not one to harp on the past or hang on to things too long. He knows the pain of losing a family, but then a lot of people everywhere know that. Though Kenshin is not 'unrelentingly pleasant', he definitely is a more cheerful sort than you'd expect to have come out of slavery and hard labor. | |
Events or History: "Is... is that really your name?" Trinity asked, tilting her head and trying to not to smirk. "Yeah, it is, I mean... it was a popular name when I was born? I knew two Kennys and one more Kent, I don't even know why that's a question." He didn't seem too put off about her asking, but she let the subject drop. She was more interested in the 'O'Malley' part, but decided against continuing that part of the discussion at all. "I notice you brought tools along," she nodded toward the large canvas tote bag that he'd kept next to him. "They're yours if you want 'em," he muttered. "I won't be using them. Forge tools. ...Stole 'em when we left, I didn't want them thinkin' they'd just take everything from me like that." "Understood," she replied. "I believe we'll be needing them, might as well keep them in the shed in the meantime." She glanced over his shoulder at the oddly out of place Vault atrium beyond on the hill. There was a utility shed next to it, built out of whatever spare parts and siding that had been in the area not too long before the Lanes moved the Vault there. "If you got a shower, I... might like to use it," he said, "though I understand if water's tight. It was never easy to find clean water around the Pitt." "We do have, in fact," Trinity smiled, "hot and cold, purified, even for bathing. And a change of clothes, as well," she suggested. His current outfit was heavily worn from travel, but also there had never been much of it from the start it looked like. The collar had been removed when Deja brought a few out of there, but he still tended to reach up to his neck, discover that it was no longer on him, and then pretend to stroke his chin or scratch his ear. It might be years before he rid himself of that habit, it might be never. He looked longingly at the sky, and pulled in a deep breath. "'s good to be out in the clear weather like this," he stood and they headed into the Vault proper. "I can't count the days I prayed for rain there." "It wouldn't have been good rain, either way," Trinity commented quietly, and noted his nod. "That's truth there." He cast around on the bottom floor of the place and spotted the restroom signs, he had probably seen such things in the ruins of the Pitt and its city, but hardly any of those facilities would have worked back there. "I'll get your clothing sorted, leave them in there," Trinity nodded at the lounge next to the showers. "If you need them fixed up or tailored... well, we'll have our girl Dora look them over." Trinity would hardly recognize him after his shower and change, quite frankly the amount of dirt that came off of him was legendary... She resisted blurting out you're blond? |
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Dragon Name: Rathriejith (wrath RYE jith) |
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