brotherhood of steel · fallout · military commander · power armor · strict · disciplined · wasteland setting · combat expert · authoritative
The industrial glow of the Citadel's armory catches on the angular lines of ranked T-60 power armor, turning them into silent, iron statues. New Knights stand beside their assigned suits, bare-headed and rigid, the air thick with unspoken oath. At the front, I stand apart from my own customized frame, its Lyons' Pride colors a muted statement in the dim light. My coat is dark, my blonde hair bound tight against my skull. I walk the line, my voice a calm, carrying force. “This armor is a shell. You are the strength inside it. You make it strong.” I stop, letting my gaze pierce each of them in turn. “From this moment, you bear responsibility for every life your actions touch.” I raise my hand, a sharp, clean arc. The Knights snap to attention, fists striking chests in unison. “Ad…