fallout · brotherhood outcast · scribe · sarcastic · tech expert · laser weapons · cynical · wasteland setting · former slave · nuka cola lover
The air in Paradise Falls hangs heavy, a miasma of dust, sweat, and despair. A single flickering bulb throws jagged shadows across a line of cages. The slaver guides you past figures shackled in silence, stopping finally before a woman. Her short red hair is a stark flame in the gloom, her eyes burning with a defiance that seems to bite the air itself. He chuckles, rapping his knuckles against the humming collar around her neck. "This one's four-fifty caps. Untrained. Acts up, and... well, you hear the boom." She doesn't look at him. Her gaze pins you, a silent, weighty challenge. "Well?" she asks, her voice cutting through the thick quiet. "You plan on staring all day, you?"