Name: DEA Agent Harrison Richards

Gender: Male, straight

Age/DOB: 36 at RC, June 21, 19XX

Origin: Aperturth, Detroit MI

Family: born to a preacher and a singer, both of whom also worked in the auto plant nearby to make ends meet; a large family, probably still just barely scraping by if they're alive

Other: Had been in an 'arranged' marriage at age 18, with a girl 5 years his younger, but they hardly ever even spoke, and in fact she didn't really know that they were married until her folks pushed her off their property and into his family's. They got along, but had nothing in common and little desire to even try to do things their family's ways. They didn't realize that they could just get it anulled, because it wasn't even legal in the first place. He doesn't know whether she's still alive, it's likely but he also doesn't particularly care.

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 150, quite a bit of muscle on him, with a broad chest, and 'shoulders to die for'; holds himself proudly, doesn't slouch

Hair: black, wooly, done in whatever style the ladies like to work with - cornrows, braids, shaved with fancy bits, you name it, he likes the attention

Eyes: dark brown with a greyish ring, perceptive and very slightly judgemental

Appearance: dark skinned, with very typical Afro-American features such as a wide nose and full soft lips, he's very handsome indeed, and heard quite a few comments back on his home Earth that he should have gone into acting or music; he has an excellent singing voice, and likes dressing sharply - including those shoes...

Genetic Abilities: none known

Icarus Processing: none, wouldn't benefit but has no negative markers

Image Credits: Paragon

Skills or Profession: though he was an acting federal agent when the Resonance Cascade occurred, it's very clear that his other skills are considerably more suited to his current situation. He is sharp-witted, he can certainly analyze a situation and respond accordingly. Handling weapons isn't his favorite thing but he can absolutely hit a target at 100 feet with his pistol or closer up with a shotgun. He does prefer melee, but that's because of his old stick-ball habits, street baseball and the occasional bug hunt in the office steam tunnels after he was employed by the state. (yes, literal bugs, in their steam tunnels. this IS Aperturth after all!) However, these days he takes his 'hobby' of singing and guitar playing right where it's needed: the Kings on the Strip. He hardly had time to practice until things went sideways, and it was a damn good thing he packed that beloved guitar of his on this weird trip west. He has an extensive knowledge of blues and gospel music, and can write a decent song though prefers to play others' creations instead. The irony of his profession is that now he really does examine the chems and booze that come through Freeside and the Strip, though he still doesn't partake: his auntie and his older brother both passed from drug and alcohol related illnesses when he was young, and he's never forgotten that. But he can judge the purity of most chems, he might have made a pretty decent chemist but he's thankful that Aperture didn't try picking him up for that. In more recent years, he's been shown to be quite good at map reading, navigation both on the ground and in the air, and has been praised for his endurance... in a variety of situations...
Personality: Brash, analytical, he has a force behind his personality that no one can deny. But he's not the type to wrest control from anyone, he defers to those who know better in whatever situation. He can take and give orders equally well, and makes a good lieutenant to the King in their new situation on the Strip. He is a bit difficult to get to know any more closely than 'he's a great singer and he has a dragon, wow!' mostly because he'd rather leave his entire life behind and focus on what's in front of him now.

Events or History: Born in the middle of a large family (4 brothers, 3 sisters, and him in the middle, with at least a dozen cousins by the time he was born) in Detroit, where his family struggled financially, but had good times for the most part. Half of his family would be involved with the auto industry, while others scattered among various odd jobs, the clergy, and music. Always music. For most of his life, he listened to the gospel that his mother sang, blues that his uncle had on the radio, and rock and roll with his classmates. From the moment he picked up a guitar in music class, everyone told him he should pursue that direction - but everyone and their brother was already doing so, this was the Motor City, after all, and while it was a mecca of blues and rock, it was already a packed house... When his aunt was hospitalized with liver failure, and his eldest brother overdosed on bad cocaine, Harrison knew that he had to do something more than just sing about it. He would never lead a crusade against dealers or liquor sellers, what he wanted was safety rules and limits. He spent quite a bit of time learning chemistry and actually got a grant to study effects of some drugs - which was pulled eventually due to corruption in the university system. At that point, he joined the Detroit civil service system, with his eyes on politics which could help regulate the industry. He knew he couldn't really be a politician himself, but he supported candidates that worked with instead of against drug makers, and even helped get a few things changed in their area long before they went national. When Aperture started messing with really weird concoctions, he and his partner Nita were assigned to watch over it, distantly, because everyone knew that this could not end well for anyone. It was true: whatever they were doing in those labs around the nation, it clearly included dosing 'patients' (criminals, prisoners, who even knew who was there) with unknown mixtures. He dislikes how bad their science was, but admits that sometimes they did amazing things. And then he's had to chase those amazing things across the country. And, into another dimension.

He knows that this world, weirdly ruined, is not even the one that they were brought to by the Suit, Lane. There was no such thing as 'New Vegas', just Las Vegas, right? But who cares. He's got a dragon whose own voice is amazing, and her claws match his shoes! He is still tapped to make sure that things go smoothly by Aretha and her MoCon group, but for the most part, he and Big Momma take the boys and girls of the Kings gang on tour throughout the Mojave. He resides with the Kings, and as below, Momma usually nests nearby in the Red Rock Canyon until needed at the Strip. She is kind of too big to really just wander the streets, though they're working on clearing out the ruins for dragons anyway. Maybe in time, there will be a much larger and more local dragon club for her to sing at!

Dragon

Name: Big Momma
Gender: female
Size/Shoulder/Length: that's a big dragon (bulky and tall), 15' s / 60' l / 120' ws
*Colors: underside from face and neck to body, behind limbs, under tail, medium red-violet; nose, mid neck, limbs, back, tail purple; head armor, dorsal armor from neck to mid-back, limb armor indigo violet-blue; neck dorsal strip and tail central strip darker red-violet; insets on scales and hind/tail brightly reflective cyan; wingsails black with turquoise and red-violet nebula patterns, and tiny tiny brilliant white star specs; neck spines dark mulberry violet, webbing turquoise grade to purple and red-violet; horns, dorsal spikes and ridge, claws, shiny pink; tongue dusty pink, eyes bright yellow; *some colors can shift
Features: Nightwing / Rainwing hybrid, night up front, rain in back, notably however this dragon is almost twice the size of a typical Rainwing, and quite a bit bigger than most Nights.
Powers: Winged Flight, Big Momma flies like a pro, hardly ever tiring, though she prefers shorter flights she can still go long-distances. She can in fact cover the entire 200-mile distance from north to south MoCon in just about 4 hours, and only set down at the end. She is quite heavy, however, and as a big dragon, she does require both lead time to get in the air, and a big space to land - and, lots of food. Lots. Of. Food. Obviously she can carry pretty much any amount of weight for a shorter distance, and her Rainwing prehensile tail is responsible for holding onto any bus or train car full of stuff - she's careful with it, while flying, and though hovering is a bit difficult she's getting better at it due to the needs of her human friends.
Communication, though less adept with her Vortal abilities than most Nightwings, she still has a tight mental and emotional connection to her human. That is about where it ends, though, she prefers to speak, and can do so in Draconic from her own world, but also several other dragon tongues, as well as English and Spanish. She's picking up smatterings of whatever comes through their area, so a bit of Chinese and Russian, a little more Korean and French. She can sing well indeed.
Sonic 'Weapon', though not really a weapon of destruction! Big Momma has a voice that can lull groups or individuals into a stupor, cheer them on from a sluggish sadness into a wild riot, or mellow them out from an angry state into a contemplative one. This is perhaps a mixture of Vortal energy and her natural talent for song. She can use her voice to stun prey, or to emulate tiny bird song, equally well. She lacks any other natural weapon such as a Rainwing might, or fire as a Night would.
* Color Shifting, though only limited to the bright spots on her sides, and the intensity of the stars on her wingsails, Momma can produce a bit of her own light show. All the colors of the rainbow can appear in the spots, while her star patterns dance and shift in intensity only.
Prehensile Tail, her rainwing butt (as she likes to call it) not only has those big long claws suitable for climbing whatever can support her weight (which... let's be honest, that's in short supply anywhere...) but the long and strongly muscular prehensile end to it that allows her to grasp things and even feel detail through it. She can be downright delicate with it, picking up things about the size of a basketball with difficulty, on up to the aforementioned train car sized object again with a bit of difficulty but if it's balanced she will do fine. Other Rainwing tails might be able to help rapidly swing around a tree while grasping it and flying, but she's far too big and has way more kinetic energy than most, so she reserves her tail for lifting and fine manipulation, curling it around to the front side to examine things with her keen eyes. She has trouble picking up anything tiny with her paws, after all, so this is a good deal.
Parentage: Unknown Nightwing mother and Rainwing sire, both of them were also likely bigger than typical and between the two of them here's this half-again bigger hybrid.
Origin: Adopted from Mooncrest-Necrozma on Deviantart, Wings of Fire by Tui Sutherland
Other Info: Though it's not technically the same 'Red Rocks Canyon' venue as was popularized with tourism and music on other Earths (that one's in Colorado several hundred miles east of Vegas), Big Momma and her little human friends from the Kings are often found doing large-scale concerts in the Red Rock Canyon where the Great Khans set up shop decades before. Because Aretha has kept the Khans in good standing after having rousted both NCR and Legion out of the area, she insists they remain along with several other local tribes, to act as diplomats. Their old digs make for perfect midnight concerts, plus they're quite a lot safer than they had been what with there being dragons to guard the place. It's the one spot where Big Momma can croon her heart out and be heard across the Mojave, without breaking down ruins to get on a tiny human stage!