*jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair*
GRIPS YOU hey do you have a fallout oc of any kind. bats eyelashes
I do :))
I actually have like a few but I'll just talk about one of my favorite ones
His name is Constantine, and he's a ghoul who has been around for about 70 years (so like from sometime between the time period of fallout and fallout 2 since in my brain prison its taking place around fnv and fallout 4) and lives in the mojave and mojave adjacent areas
He sorta just started microdosing on radiation (radicalism showed up in my autocorrect and it is not wrong) because he'd hook up with priests and historians who were tripping on the amount of radiation they exposed themselves to, as a historian himself, it was mostly just to steal their books for his own library and books he'd want to write, he's not really a romantic but loves a good time especially when he can feel his kleptomania
He's mostly stationary in the outskirts small towns except when he's traveling to different storage containers where he keeps all his books, journals, histories, etc. The different containers are organized between dates, languages, and genre
His separation from the small towns and way he just dissappear sometimes inspires ghost stories of a lonely man who died a long time ago (among other variations) and he loves that
If the courier or survivor interact with him, he'll ask them to bring back burnt books, theres also an option to bring him pre-war clothes
Since this is getting a little long I'm gonna put some sample dialogue now but like there's so much in my brain about Constantine
Dialogue---
> If you bring back burnt books
"They aren't trash- theyre rich with the words of super dead people. You might not be able to read them but I have some fucking class."
> If you ask him if he believes in God.
"What the fuck else is there to do? Half my skin is in the dirt or in a priest and I'd doubt that would happen if I didn't at least humor the idea."
> If you have notes and journals in your inventory
"Handsom, stupid, and a habit of taking souvenirs? You might be just my type."
> If you bring him pre-war clothes
"A new outfit? How'd you know fashion history was my first love?"
*jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair*
