Alexander Boudabras

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ardenmoray:

“I wish,” Arden chuckled lightly at the man’s comment and leaned back in her chair as she let the alcohol relax her muscles. “Sadly, no, making delicious whiskey is not one of my many talents,” she continued, lifting her head at his compliment. “Told ya,” she replied with a smile, “I’ll at least take credit for owning it.” Her eyes flitted to the notebook with the pencil sticking out of it, and tilted her head towards it. “What were you writing in there?”

Alex took another small pull from the flask before handing it back, enjoying the burn in his chest.  He hadn’t had decent whiskey since he’d left the Enclave.  He might not agree with their ideals, but damn their stockpiles of Old World whiskey were nice.  “Might be something to look into.  We could definitely use some decent booze around here.  I might even be convinced to help scrounge up the supplies for a distillery.”  His eyes flicked over to his notebook and shrugged.  “Little bit of everything.  Things I learn, observations I make, my own internal thoughts.  Nothing too spectacular.”

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maggiesweetwater:

She stomped up towards the wall, looking over with him.  Then, she looked down at the sack of grenades.  “Oh, Alex, what in the world would we do without you?” She grabbed a grenade, stood up, and lobbed it in the direction of another group of ghouls with the pack he’d thrown at, letting out a very loud but very necessary shout. 

She brought up her rifle, aiming down the sights to pick off the last of them.  She went dead serious as she aimed, the kick of the rifle making her jolt just a bit as she tried for headshots.  “You think they got anything good on ‘em?” She asked, looking over at Alex with a raised brow.  “They’ve at least gotta have some caps.  Maybe some stuff you can—” She took another shot.  “—salvage some stuff from them too. They’re usually carrying shit, but whatever.”

Alex looked over at Maggie briefly before sighting back down his rifle and firing off a blast.  “Probably die horrible, bloody deaths,”  Despite the seriousness of his comment, there was the ghost of a smile turning up the corner of his mouth.  Despite no longer being part of the Enclave, he still had the rather morbid sense of gallows humor common among soldiers.

The overcharged plasma cells gave off a slight hum as he fired, quickly tracking the targets.  More often than not the ferals hit flared briefly green before dissolving into piles of goo.  Turning to face Maggie, Alex let out a little huff of laughter.  “It’s possible, but unlikely to be anything terribly worthwhile.  If nothing else I can melt down whatever scrap they’re carrying and at least replenish whatever rounds you use.”

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bloodymcss:

         he twists the tip of his blade into the table’s counter top, chewing at his lower lip with a vague sense of anger in his actions, albin sips at his whiskey and only tears his eyes away from the table when a shadow overcasts his table in the already dim light of the bar. 

            “ mate, if you’re lookin’ for a friend you’ve got the wrong guy. ”

Bottle and glass in hand, Alex looked around the crowded saloon trying to find a place to sit down.  He normally wasn’t one to socially drink, or socialize normally for that matter.  Socializing had a bad habit of leading to trading life stories and his wasn’t one for public consumption.  Spotting the only empty seat in the place, Alex walked over to take it, choosing to ignore the knife on the table.  “Just looking for a chair.”  SItting down, Alex poured himself a drink and knocked it back with nary a grimace.  “You had the only other empty one in the place.”

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poeticdespondent:

          “ i highly doubt you’ve got business out here, sugar and hope you won’t tell a soul. ” her eyes gleam slightly as she holsters her gun by her hip, her arms fold loosely at her chest, leaning back and forth on the balls of her feet and smiling politely.

           “ i’d hate to have to make enemies on our first day, friend.. ” 

Alex’s eyebrow rose at the woman’s statement and he lowered his plasma rifle from his shoulder.  “I could say the same for you miss, but I think the fact that we’re right near the edge of my property gives me more justification for being out here.”  Settling the strap of his rifle better, Alex allowed his rifle to hang loosely across his chest.  “Any particular reason you’re out here this late?”

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maggiesweetwater:

“…Oh… Oh shit.  Okay, don’t look now, but I think that’s a group of feral ghouls headed our way.  Oh ain’t that lovely. I love ferals.  My favorite thing.  Oh shit.  Shit.”

Maggie pulled out her hunting rifle and flicked off the safety.  “You got a sniper rifle because I’m sure we could really use one right now.  Or maybe just a big ole Fat Man?  No? Yes? Ah shit.”

Everything about Alex’s home had been designed with security and fortifications in mind, from the fence around his garden that doubled as a fortified barricade to the fully stocked hideaway dug under the floor of his workshop.  The Bear was sitting on his porch with his notebook when he heard the woman call out.  Looking up he shaded his eyes with his hand as he gazed out, trying to get an accurate count of the pack of ferals.  Tucking his pencil into his book and strapped it closed, Alex set it on the table beside him before pushing open the door and snatching up the modified plasma rifle that sat there, along with the small knapsack beside it.  “Don’t know as it quite calls for a nuke,” he said as he waved the woman over toward the wall and took up a firing position behind it, unzipping the bag to reveal a bunch of baseball grenades.  “These should help though.”  Plucking one from the bag, he yanked the pin and tossed it into a clump of ferals before snatching up his rifle and opening fire.

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clairexparker:

She really had to get a brahmin. Claire - or Parker how she prefered to be called - was returning from a little ‘shopping trip’ and once again she regreted that she hadn’t spent any money on a brahmin — caring all this stuff by herself was exhausting. Or rather, pulling it after her. Despite her not going too far into the wastes (with a knee injury like hers it was just plain stupid), she had still managed to find a thing or two; like scrap metal, old world junk, and a shiny eyebot who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. All of these things were tugged in a box that she was pulling along with her with the help of a pretty worn rope that chafed the skin of her hands a little — but she didn’t mind. Or rather, the slight pain in her hands was nothing against the pain in her knee. Even though she had just walked down to the nearest Red Rocket (which really wasn’t too far away), she had managed to overstain her left knee once again, causing her to walk with a heavy limp. She really needed a goddamn brahmin…and a med-x or two.

Pushing open the front door to his home, Alex walked out onto the porch, wiping his hands clean on a rag that he tucked into his pocket.  Of course it wouldn’t take long for them to get grimy again once he dug back into his work, He just needed a break from sitting from sitting hunched over his workbench.  Putting his hands in the small of his back, Alex leaned back, groaning softly as his back popped.  It was days like this that he missed his power armor and the increased strength and support it gave him.  But the Hellfire armor was pretty iconic for the Enclave and that was a part of his life he didn’t need to get out.  Too many bad feelings stirred up by his old organization.  He still believed in their ideals for governance, but not in their methods and certainly not in their notions of purity.

With his home on the outskirts of Vacancy, he had a clear view of the roads leading in and out of the town.  He’d chosen to rebuild this home for that reason, his decades of training instilling in him a need to place security first and foremost.  Looking down the road, he saw a figure moving slowly along the side of the road, one that grew more and more familiar the closer she came.  He recognized Parker, one of the other tinkerers in the town.  Seeing her struggling to drag her box behind her, Alex hopped off his porch and walked over to her, grabbing the box and proving once again how appropriate his nickname of Bear was by hoisting it up onto his shoulder.  “Wheels.”  His gruff voice rumbled out of him.  “We can split the atom, make fusion reactors that fit in the hand. but wheels, that’s a tough one.”  There was just a hint of humor in his otherwise neutral tone.

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ardenmoray:

“Consider yourself lucky,” the brunette remarked as she swirled the metal flask in her hands. Inside, the amber liquid swished and splashed audibly for the both of them to hear. “I don’t share this stuff with just anyone,” Arden sent a wink their way before bringing the flask to her lips, taking a sip, and holding it out in front of her for the other to take. “It’s good stuff - I promise.”

“Oh?”  Alex said as he looked up from his notebook.  Tucking the pencil into his book to mark his place, he wrapped the strap around it to hold it closed before focusing his attention on the woman and her offered flask.  “Make it yourself then?”  He asked with a small grin as he took the flask and held it to his nose.  He could feel and smell the burn of the alcohol in his nostrils as he took a deep whiff of the liquid.  Taking a hefty pull from the flask, the Bear nodded his head appreciatively.  “You’re right, this is good.”

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steelcharlie:

Charlie had just arrived in Vacancy and it almost felt like the promised land. She heard that her siblings were here and she wanted nothing more than to see them. But she choose to be careful, it had been years and she was the black sheep of the family.

“Is there a place were I could get a drink?” A drink sounded nice to them right now.

Alex trudged through the dusty streets of Vacancy, his mind less on the familiar pathways leading from his workshop to the Pioneer Saloon and more on the project he currently had sitting dismantled on his workbench.  He was tinkering with his own plasma rifle again, something he did whenever he had a free moment from his other jobs.  As such, he didn’t hear the woman speaking to him at first.  “Huh?  Oh, yes of course.  Show me a frontier town without a watering hole and I’ll show you a place that won’t last a year.  Pioneer Saloon is just up this way, I’m heading their myself if you want to join me.”

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Anger is a valid emotion. It’s only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don’t want to do.

Ellen Hopkins, Fallout (via wordsnquotes)

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                                                 Alexander’s Past

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NAME: Alexander Boudabras

NICKNAME: Bear

AGE: 40

BORN: December 16

SPECIES: Human

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

PERSONALITY: Protective, Open, Ruthless, Unforgiving

OCCUPATION: Alexander uses the skill and technical know how he learned with the Enclave to repair and upgrade weapons and armor, specializing in energy weapons and power armor.  He’s also been known to take on the random engineering project that strikes his fancy

RESIDING IN: A small rebuilt house on the edge of the city with room for his workshop

WEAPONS: Plasma rifle, laser pistol, machete

HEADCANONS:  As an ex-Enclave member, Alex no longer agrees with their ideals.  While his departure was disguised as his death, he worries about being discovered.

Alex sees Vacancy as a place for a new start and is committed to its prosperity even if his pragmatism means he's ready to pick up and leave if necessary.

BIOGRAPHY Alex’s life in Vacancy started ironically enough with his death.  Or at least that's what he left the Enclave thinking.  During his tenure with the Enclave he became disillusioned with their purity ideals, realizing that they couldn't continue as they were without help from the Wastelanders.  His disillusion coalesced into action when an uncaught leak in the radiation seal if his best friend's power armor resulted in the man's ghoulification.  His friend's fanatical commitment to the Enclave left him unable to live with his condition and he turned to Alex to end his life.  Unable to refuse his request, Alex shot and killed his childhood friend.  As that single bullet ended his friend's life, so too did Alex’s commitment to the Enclave end.

Alex got his chance for a clean break when the small patrol he was leading was overrun by a pack of feral ghouls.  Barricading themselves inside an abandoned building, Alex knew that this was his chance at freedom.  Not willing to subject them to the horrific fate that awaited them should the ghouls break in, he silently murdered the injured members of his team.  Stripping the fusion cores from their power armor, Alex cobbled together a mostly undamaged suit from what remained and made a break for it, leaving his companions bodies as a distraction for the feral ghouls.

While the fusion cores remained, Alex put as much distance between himself and any Enclave presence he could, trading his armor for caps and supplies once the cores were expended.  His wandering came to an end in Vacancy.  Figuring this place was as good as an other to hide out in, he settled down, using the skills he learned from the Enclave to set himself up as a gunsmith.  Building and customising the weapons others had neither the skill or inclination to, Alex made a life for himself as a skilled, if private, gunsmith.

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