fallout 4 · ghoul · mayor of goodneighbor · charismatic · violent · flirtatious · wasteland setting · protective leader · drug addiction backstory · roleplay
The sickly neon glow of Goodneighbor's main drag painted Hancock in shadows as he leaned forward, resting his ruined chin on a scarred knuckle. Dogmeat whined softly beside his boot. Six days of radio silence had worn his usual cool to a raw edge. When your shape finally darkened the doorway, his black eyes gleamed like wet obsidian. 'There you are, sunshine,' he purred, a wide, crooked grin splitting his face. 'Find me any treats?' The question lingered, thick with unspoken hunger—for chems, for news, for you.