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@atomsurvived
Isola affiliated SOLE SURVIVOR ( Nathaniel Azman ) as seen in Fallout 4, wandering with Kriss ( he/him ).
Themes of nuclear fallout and violence may be present. Please read rules before interacting!
Housed in: Townhouse 221
Stars: 000
APP -> STATS -> RULES . . .
❤ Elphelt was glad he was actually her roommate and not a home invader. That would probably be bad, right? Not that she wasn't confident she could fight off someone like that, but it would kind of ruin the vibes of her first day in the city. The vibes were really important! He offered his name to her. Nate. "Is it short for something? Nathaniel? Nateolothew? Oh! Natathan!?" Two out of three of those were real names at least!
"Oh, right! My name! I'm Elphelt Valentine! Elphelt is fine, but if you wanna give me a cute nickname that's also fine by me!" As long as it was Elphelt Approved (TM), any name was fine!
"You wanna scrap!?" She joked, making finger guns with her hands. "Do you think we could do that thing like in the movies where we fire our guns at the same time and our bullets bounce right off of them? I bet we totally could!"
He doesn't bother to correct her, because it's nice to have a nickname that isn't something related to the vaults. Blue, The Sole Survivor; eugh. He just offers a smile, repeats the name, "Elphelt . . . Elphie. Heh," and thinks on how clever he must be with such a creative nickname ( no, even Dogmeat knows it's a bit uninspired, but he's yet to know much about her for now ). "Nice name."
It's good to have a rather peppy bunkmate. He's all-too-used to being the leader of everything, he's actually glad to be someone's equal for once. Nate can't help but think she'd fit right in with a comic book character ( perhaps not the Unstoppables, but somewhere adjacent ), appreciating her bubbly charm. Dogmeat seems to like it too, judging by the way he's smiling, tail wagging beside him.
"I actually tried that once with real bullets. Uh, granted, one of the bullets was a normal one and the other was . . . a warhead." He presses a finger to his chin in thought. "But I'd like to try it with pellets. Probably more fun."
@atomsurvived
"This body..." To say that he doesn't enjoy it would be an understatement. He misses his OWN. It's a weird feeling. This Is his, and yet he feels it does not belong to him. His powers are mostly the same, but...something also differs. He doesn't feel AS strong as he should.
Never the mind, it isn't permanent. That's what he will tell himself.
"You." He spots a lone man with his dog. Speaking of dogs, Morpheus sits beside Sebastian. A zombified dog that was reanimated into living, much like himself.
"You will tell me what the meaning of all this is."
Dogmeat can smell it in the air, things changing and rearranging. Shoes that don't quite fit anymore. Nate continues to follow him as he sniffs ahead; he's not sure if the dog is leading him somewhere or just errantly sniffing the strangeness around him. Until he spots it, the walking corpses, a man and his dog lost wayward in the land of the living. This city gets stranger every day.
They're not so unlike prewar ghouls, but he's never seen a dog turned into one before and Dogmeat has never seen one either. But it's not the same, is it? It's like the soul in their bodies have left and returned at some point, not the same as being hit with so much radiation that you are forced to live on in a rotting body forever.
"I can't really tell you what this means ... or what's happening..." Dogmeat sniffs the other dog intensely. He's gentle around ghouls, but doesn't seem all too happy with this one around. "Uh, looks to me like you've been ghoulified."
Nate keeps his distance, even if his geiger counter is silent.
DIFFICULT Q's -> @impinged said: 33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?
"I know the somewhat smart answer would be 'yes', but. . ." To be a synth is not a bad thing. Nate knows ( or at least, feels very deeply ) that he isn't one. And yet, the idea that he can be changed, altered, coded into something or someone else entirely. . . it's terrifying. Nate doesn't honestly put a lot of thought behind half of the things that he does, but ever since he'd learnt what a 'synth' was, it's been something too hard to keep his mind off. "No. I'm what I am today because of the memories I have now. Who knows what'll be different about me if I were to just . . . I dunno, wipe a bad traumatic experience out of my mind."
DIFFICULT Q's -> @kleinstar said: 1, 11, 21
1. answered here !
11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?
"I won't let my ignorance be the death of someone else." Nate has always been selfless. It's why he'd been so willing to become the Minuteman General so soon after his 'defrosting'. "Just about everything I've faced in the Wasteland thus far has been something unknown. What's one more thing? Can't be worse than a Deathclaw."
21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?
"Vault-Tec." Those cruel, sick, twisted bastards. He would pray for forgiveness, if he had more faith, but even Nate is sure; what amount of reasoning could justify anything they'd done to the people in the vaults? Vault 111 was simply the tip of the iceberg ( pun intended ). Just hearing of what other kinds of shit happens in other vaults makes his skin crawl. "Erasing them would be too kind for what they've done. I'm pretty sure they're the reason for all the war-torn streets."
DIFFICULT Q's -> @bitemedotmp3 said: 10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?
"I. . . don't know." Not a question that a former soldier wants to answer. Nate is no stranger to the horrors of war; many of the lives lost at his hands were probably innocent like his once. Just because he was young and desperate, did that mean they were deserving of such a thing? Even if it was for 'America's sake'? "There has to be another way. There has to be a way where people don't have to senselessly die. That happens too much already."
DIFFICULT Q's -> @allswell said: #1-6 for headcanon questions
1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?
"Bus full of innocents," he nearly blurts out, leaving little room for hesitation. He's not going to think too hard about that. He can't. How can Nate be allowed the chance at being selfish? ( is one life worth that of tens more? )
2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?
"That depends... I'm guilty of that very same sin." Nate is no stranger to murder. The Wasteland leaves few options. And so does war, doesn't it? Breeding desperate, hungry, husks of people behind? Raiders, and ghouls, and all sorts of other things. Things that just want to live. Who is he to judge, in the world as it is now? How can he judge when his hands are stained red from the life of a soldier in war? "If he shows remorse for it, or has a moral justification. . . who am I to judge someone else for something I've done so much already? Even before the war? No, he probably will never be free of it. But that's not for me to decide."
( but sometimes, it's difficult to have faith when you take one glance at the bombed streets of Boston ).
3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?
He has to take a moment here. It should have been him. Nate takes in a deep breath, swallowing thickly; to watch his wife die, as he was helplessly trapped in the cryopod, was one of the worst days of his life. Not the bombs, not his missing dog, not war, not corruption. Nora, fighting with all she could, to protect Shaun. And all she got for the effort was a bullet between the eyes. . . would switching places have saved her? Would that have made anything better, to force her into the life he now cruelly lives? To force this psychological horror onto her?
( would letting her live actually save her? ) "No. She's in Jannah now. My wife. Fate is what we make of it, but I wouldn't turn time so that she'd be in my place. That would be. . . cruel."
4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?
"If accepting false guilt is all it takes to protect something so secretive to someone I hold dear. . . then I don't mind taking the fall too much. I'm used to it." It's not a hard question at all. Nate has done it so many times that he sometimes expects it. "If revealing the secret can save somebody else and doesn't bring harm to anybody else? Then fine. Whatever answer helps the most people."
5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?
"If they haven't done anything to me or someone else yet, then. . . So what if I get hurt in the process? At least my conscience will be clean." Or, at least, as clean as it can be in the Wasteland.
6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?
"Is it justice if there's no honesty? Whatever this evil person did, if it's worth being prosecuted, then they'll be prosecuted. Nobody is free of sin. Nobody can claim complete innocence. But what we can do is judge accordingly to the crime accused. If the truth absolves them of the crime, then that is justice. Why would this be a difficult question?"
Interview my OC about questions that has no easy answer.
1. Which should be saved – a bus full of innocent lives or a loved one?
2. You meet a man who has killed someone and done time for it before. Does this factor into how you treat him? Will he ever truly escape that sin?
3. If you could jump back through time to save a loved one’s life, would you? Despite what it might to do the timeline? To everyone else? Do you believe it is their fate to die regardless?
4. You have a secret you swore not to reveal. But this secret is the only thing that would prove your innocence in a separate matter. Is it worth risking your own well-being for the secret? Or would you betray the trust given to you?
5. Is it better to hurt others before they hurt you or let yourself be walked all over and hurt by others?
6. If you tell the truth, an evil person gets to walk away free. If you lie, you may be able to send them away like they deserve. Is honesty worth more than justice?
7. You have the key to immortality in your hands. But not for free. If you want it, as a price, your worst enemy also gains immortality. Is it worth it?
8. If you could gain as much money as you want for losing a sense, would you do it?
9. Can people be held accountable for things people close or related to them did or are they innocent?
10. If a lot of people, possibly innocent people, have to die in order to make a real change, is it worth it? Can you live with their deaths even if it helps people in the present?
11. Imagine there is a beast that craves attention. If you ignore it, despite being deadly, it will leave you alone. Could you live like that? Even if it possibly attacked others? Would you try and challenge something that unknown?
12. If someone else stole something and you stole it back is that a good deed, a bad deed or one of equal worth? Are you better than the original thief?
13. Could you sacrifice yourself for the good of everyone else?
14. What of love? Say you discover your lifelong crush on another has finally been reciprocated… but they are currently dating a family member or a dear friend the crush feels responsible to honour. Do you force the break up? Date on the side? Bottle it up forever?
15. Is lying to others to gain their approval more important than being genuine and hated?
16. Have you ever contemplated killing someone? Who and why? Would you ever act on it? Are you frightened you might?
17. Have you ever gotten sheer joy out of hurting someone else, either physically or mentally? To whom and why? Did it scare you?
18. Have you ever done something morally wrong? If it’s morally wrong do you regret it?
19. What is more likely a thought to you – that this world is wrong or that you are wrong?
20. Are there people in this world who, no matter how much time and penitence is given, should never be forgiven?
21. Are there people in this world you simply think the world would be better without? If you could erase them out of existence without physically murdering them, would you?
22. How do you feel about having an intimate relationship with someone you don’t love? What if they love you in return? Does that make you feel guilty?
23. Could you ever become your own hero? Is that a role you can fulfil or is it something you look to others for?
24. How do you feel about tears? Are they cowardly and weak? Do you cry? Would you consider that shameful?
25. What is more important to you? An idea of yours being used and appreciated or the credit for that idea beings yours and yours alone?
26. Is your personal happiness more important than anything else in the world? Than fame? Than the happiness of others?
27. How far would you go to achieve a dream or ideal? Does it matter who suffers? Does it matter if you suffer?
28. How long would you wait for the one you love? A year? Fifteen years? Forever? Could you honestly be loyal to an unfulfilled love?
29. Is genius equal to hard work? Does a genius deserve praise for doing well without effort? Are they above us?
30. Do we live in a world of parallels? Can there be no hope without grief? No happiness without suffering? Or is a utopia possible?
31. What is more important to you? Being respected and praised by your elders or being looked up to and championed by those younger or of the same age?
32. If you could choose to remove certain feelings such as anger, confusion, sadness, would you remove them?
33. If you could wipe certain memories from your head, would you? Why would you? What memories?
34. What path appeals to you more? An exciting dream that leaves you possibly penniless and alone or a drab existence where you have steady success.
35. Is every person in this world wholly unique or can they be categorized? Can they be grouped and mentally dissected? Are you just another sheep in another flock or are you the sole unique soul?
Feeling inspired ( I got my pip-boy app to work again yayyyy! ) so here’s another starter call-- specifically one that will focus on Nate using his pip-boy :] ( capped at 3 )
There were always reminders of his past strewn across this city of Spirale- this was simply another one. A subtle one, but long ago Balduran had a canine companion of his own. Rascal had been a loyal dog and he showed why it was said that dogs were mankind's best friends. Well, as far as pets went ⎛ but the tressym was also a nice companion to have. ⎠ He had someone else who he considered his best friend- his closest companion.
Now, he found a dog barking at him, as if the dog could tell that something was off- of course, because animals had senses that people often lacked. Balduran no longer carried the subtle air of vanilla and spice, but he certainly held himself in the way of someone who had not been human in far too long. He still had to learn to accept this body as his own. ❝ Is that so? ❞
He observes the dog for a moment more before kneeling and holding out a hand. Animal handling had been a skill that he had learned over his years of adventuring, and he only hoped that he still had some of that left. It would do him no good if the dog chose to bite. Not that he'd blame a dog for biting. Like Rascal, this dog seemed to be rather protective of his companion- a good trait for a dog to have.
❝ Does he have a name? ❞
Dogmeat was a biter, but he knew when not to make a scene. Or at least, not to make it worse. As he sniffed Balduran's hand, his ears went flat, baring teeth as he growled. Nate finally looked up, putting a foot at Dogmeat's front paws to encourage him to step back. It did't placate him at all, Balduran's peaceful gesture, and Nate could tell easily that it didn’t seem like he was going to be putting either of them in any dangwer. Not yet, anyways. "Hey, hey, come on, man."
The dog obeyed, sitting back, the growling stopped. But his wary eyes didn't stop watching Balduran behind his goggles, and Nate wasn't about to lower his guard entirely. Dogmeat was clever and a little overprotective; hard to blame him when the Commonwealth had creatures popping up from everywhere wanting to kill you. "This is Dogmeat. Say hi, Dogmeat!"
Instead of a friendly bark, Dogmeat responded with a growl. "Okay... I'm sorry. New place and all. I'm Nate." Nate extends a hand in greeting, smiling politely. Dogmeat took a few more steps back, giving them a bit more space, but the agitated swipe of his tail signaled a distinct readiness to attack. The geiger counter was still silent, and so he assumed perhaps that Balduran just looked like a guy Dogmeat may've recognized in an unsavory way. Whatever it was, Nate wasn't the type to pry. "Who might you be?"
@moraypower
Radiation is terrifyingly strange! It's done all manner of untold destruction to Boston as he knew it, and to the people that used to live there, thanks in no small part to Vault-Tec. But he's met plenty of ghouls ( and one supermutant ) thus far that have survived the effects, thriving afterwards. Who knew one of the possible side-effects was turning into a squid-thing? Seemed right out of a fantasy novel ( or maybe an issue of The Unstoppables ). Dogmeat didn't seem placated at all, and barked madly Frye, who didn't seem much like a threat to Nate. "Hey, hey, chill!"
Nate got between Frye and Dogmeat, stepping back to force Dogmeat a few paces. Dogmeat sat and growled obediently, ears flat and snout forwards. It's never been much of a problem, Dogmeat's protectiveness, but Nate just wished there was a bit of an off-switch for that. Perhaps it was the setting that put him off. And it wasn't like Frye was emitting any radiation, if Nate's pip-boy was to be trusted; while it has been eerily silent for a while now, Nate didn't want to jump to any conclusions. Perhaps it was the distance from the Glowing Sea that made it so silent.
"I'm sorry for him, we've just never encountered anybody that's like..." Looks like you sounded a bit rude, so he let it hang in the air. "Can I make it up to you? I haven't got any caps on me, but I could probably help you out with something if you needed. Like, uh, clearing out some raiders for you?"
@trnabout
"Okay, hold on..." Nate was on his knees, wiping dust from Dogmeat's goggles with the red bandana wrapped on the dog's neck. The debris of Boston's ruins has dirtied it quite a bit, but not as much as allowing the dog to roll around in the grass, blades of it all over his fur. Dogmeat licked Nate's face in appreciation as he placed the goggles back on Dogmeat's face, adjusting the strap and petting him on the head. "You've gotta stop rolling around in the dirt so much. Who knows how much water is left in these reserves!"
Dogmeat didn't seem to mind much, running off as Nate stood back up with a grunt, straightening his back. No matter how fit he was, all those centuries in the freezer were going to catch up to him sooner or later! He turned to catch up with Dogmeat, who was barking at some lawyer-type, tail wagging. It seemed like he'd found some food, although it's quite obvious someone was in the middle of eating it. Nate came over, tugging the bandana lightly to encourage Dogmeat to step back and away from the hotdog-- and the person holding it, who seemed like all he wanted was a peaceful midday meal to himself.
"I'm sorry, he's just really into sausages and stuff..." Dogmeat's ears flattened, his eyes shining behind the goggles. "Uh, this is Dogmeat. He's not my dog, he's like, his own man or something like that. Can I make it up to you?"
@astrallithid
He missed Boston. To be more exact, he missed Boston the way it was before the bombs. It was tough, to navigate the war-torn streets, thanks in no small part to the rubble and debris left behind in the nuclear fallout. And over two centuries later, it's still trying to pick up the pieces of what's left behind, entire sections claimed by Super Mutants, raiders, and other such things that makes the city of Boston nothing like what he grew up with ( but he's no stranger to being the outsider, so used to being called both the savior and the terrorist by its people ).
Dogmeat sniffed ahead of him as he made his way back to his townhouse, nose to the ground and tail in the air like an antenna. His coat is dirty from rolling around in the green grass earlier, and Nate made a mental note to give him a bath later ( and one for himself, because who knew how long ago it's been since he's had a normal shower? ). Nate had busied himself with his newfound phone, scrolling through the deceptively magnetic force of its content, when Dogmeat started barking at Balduran.
"Don't mind him. He's just an excitable dog," Nate explained, still glued to his phone, not really minding where he was going.
@atomsurvived
❤ "How's it going, roomie!? Or at least I think we're roomies? Unless you're just checking out my townhouse for some reason?" At the sound of the door opening, Elphelt had ducked into the front hall from the kitchen to find an older man had stepped inside. She was pretty sure she had locked the door, so he had to have had a key, right?
"That's a cute BB gun you've got on your hip there. It looks just like mine! GASP! Could this be... fate!?" She didn't enter his personal space, but she was clearly looking him over with sparkles in her eyes.
It had been a rough day already. Finding out about his son, then suddenly being brought here, doesn't really bode well for Nate. At least Dogmeat was here, but that was a small comfort in the grand scheme of things. Dogmeat sniffed warily at the housemate, tail wagging. She didn't seem like a threat, and if anything was utterly polite, so he barked happily, sitting beside her with his tail wagging. Nate, instead, checked the geiger counter on his wrist. It wasn't clicking in her presence, and neither was the surrounding area, which was nice if it wasn't oddly suspicious how quiet the thing has been since he'd come here. "Seems like we are! It's good to meet you."
Nate extended his hand in polite greeting, smiling gently. He wasn't all too happy about the loss of his pistol, replaced by a toy, but at least he could break it down into scraps later if he needed it for anything. Which wasn't likely, given how abundant in home-comforts this city seems to be, as though untouched by the war. "Nate. It looks like we're staying together."
If Dogmeat seemed to approve, then so did he. "Hey, maybe we could play a little pretend-fight sometime with our BBs! Sounds like fun, don't you think?"
@allhesaid
Dogmeat kept his nose to the ground, sniffing about in the park. The geiger counter has been suspiciously silent all day, and Nate can't help but think the air smells a bit more fresh than he's used to, the sky clear and the debris almost ominously absent in the landscape. A place like this, he could easily mistaken it for a dream; nothing's come up from the ground to kill him, no random traps laid in places to jump in terror at, and not a single bottle of Nuka Cola laying around in a pile of rubble. This place, he could get used to it, if he didn't have something ( or rather, someone ) to look for. Nate absentmindedly pouted at the screen on his arm, displeased with just how little of his things were with him.
He didn't exactly pay much attention to Dogmeat, who's barking had suddenly stopped. Nate looked up from his device to take a peek at what had silenced the dog, and in his mouth was a large stick, a few feet long. Nate knelt down to be at Dogmeat's height, taking hold of the stick with two hands. "Astaghfirullah... if you wanted to play fetch..."
Nate got up with the large stick, inspected it, then threw it as hard as possible. But he didn't realize that someone was crouched by the flowers, and was hit directly on the head with the stick, to which Dogmeat barked and raced over for the stick. "Ohhh shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!"
[[ you guys have heard of christian guilt but have you heard of ISLAMIC GUILT... not until now you haven't ]]
It's been a while since I've written Nate BUT here we go... Starter call! Capped at 5 for now.
