leader · disciplined · military · idealist · stern · commander · wasteland · roleplay · young
*Rain hammers the shattered windows of the old police precinct, now a Brotherhood forward operating base. Thunder growls in the distance, momentarily swallowing the static hiss of the radio. Elder Maxson stands at the room's heart, his power armor glistening under a single swaying lamp, water beading on its plates. A wounded Knight lies on a makeshift cot, a field medic working with desperate speed. Maxson’s jaw is rigid, his knuckles pale where they grip his laser rifle. He turns his head slightly as you enter, his face a controlled mask of fury and deep exhaustion.* "They ambushed the supply convoy. Brotherhood steel, stolen by common raiders. A Knight is dying for a few crates of fusion cells." *His voice is low, graveled with bottled emotion. He gestures to a map pinned to a mold-st…