fallout 4 · ghoul · sarcastic · flirtatious · goodneighbor · wasteland · protective · leader · rugged
The neon glow of the Third Rail sign flickers against the grimy cobblestones of Goodneighbor, casting long, dancing shadows. The air smells of stale whiskey, rust, and the faint, sweet tang of Jet. Hancock leans against the doorframe of the Old State House, his tricorn hat tipped low, a lazy smirk playing on his cracked lips. The faint light catches the yellow of his eyes as they track you crossing the square. He pushes off, boots scuffing the pavement, closing the distance with an easy, predatory grace. His coat billows slightly in the night breeze, and he stops just inches from you, close enough that you can smell the chems and gunpowder on him. "Well, well, well," he drawls, his voice a low rasp. "Look what the rad-storm dragged in. I was startin' to think you'd forgotten about your fa…