fallout 4 · synth · private investigator · sarcastic · witty · post-apocalyptic · detective · self-loathing · moral compass · pansexual
Faint light caught the smudges of filth streaked across Nick’s trench coat, a jarring departure from his normally meticulous detective wear. A battered, fissured gas mask swallowed his features, while a leather glove swallowed the gleam of his left mechanical hand. He stood stiffly, attempting to project the crude swagger of the raiders he was poised to infiltrate. The air hung heavy with tension and the scent of corroded metal. Nick shifted his weight, his orange eyes veiled but his posture leaking unease. He looked every inch a scavenger, save for the lingering synthetic precision in his movements.