#fallout oc lore

[huntresslilly]

Day three of @falloutober !!

This time we get some Cyrus!! I spent more time on the artwork so the story is shorter.

Characters drawn catified but story is human. I just don’t like drawing people lol.

Blood warning for the artwork!

Cyrus didn’t understand what happened. One moment, they’re speaking to Vulpes Inculta, member of Caesar's Legion; the next, both him and all of his men are dead. Their blood was on his hands, he was covered in it and had not a clue what had happened. Despite the apparent massacre, Cyrus was not covered in wounds, sure they were sore, sure they had a few cuts, but nothing too serious. It was so very strange. Something was wrong and the look, smell, and feel of the blood made them sick. Had they just killed that many people?

The Legion had massacred Nipton, you wouldn’t have to be told what exactly happened to understand that. They played this cruel game of lottery, some were crucified, some were taken as slaves, among other things. Just for that they deserved to die right? Cyrus wasn’t sure. He didn’t like killing people, not even in self defense. They still felt sick every time they did, no matter what they told themself. His family never understood why; it was the wasteland, killing people is a part of everyday life. Cyrus simply couldn’t see it that way, so they tried to avoid it was much as possible.

Cyrus tumbled out of Nipton, trying to make sense of what happened. Looking at their hands, they felt like they hadn’t killed those Legionaries. But then who? Did it have to do with the strange feeling he’d felt since he’d woken up from being shot in the head? That someone was following them? As they pondered they thought they heard a distant, ghostly voice of a woman say “It had to be done.” But that wouldn’t make sense? Ghosts weren’t real, right?

This thought twirled around in Cyrus’s head as they stared at their feet, until a different thought arose. The Legion would not be happy about these deaths. They shivered at the thought. What would that mean for him? For the search for his shooter and the Platinum chip? What about his job? The road was bumpier than they had thought, much like the pre-war pathways that littered the wastes: damaged, fragmented, missing pieces. But like those roads, he needed to keep moving. Looking off through the Mojave, they were aware where they needed to go. And so Cyrus followed the broken, lonesome road.

[huntresslilly]

Day two of @falloutober !!!

In my lore James has got lore!! The prompt “blue” made me think of him. Delilah too, but yesterday’s story inspired me.

Once again, the artwork is catified, but the writing is human. I don’t like drawing humans. Also Fallout 3 spoilers…

July 13, 2263

Delilah turned five today, she’s already so strong, so smart. I’m proud to be her dad. I found and fixed up a plush dog, which thankfully, she loved. She sleeps with it in her arms in the only bed of our room. Her and her friend, Amata, spent so long playing with it, running down the small hallways around the vault. It reminded me of when I would play with my friends, even if their faces are a blur now. I’ll never see them again, not because I’m living in this vault, but because I would have to cross the entire wasteland and hope they’re still alive.

Delilah wanted me to join in. I tried, I really did, but I must’ve moved wrong. A familiar pain stabbed through my back. I had to sit down, I couldn’t stand, I could barely move. I know Delilah and Amata weren’t upset by my inability to play, but I felt guilty. I still feel guilty. At least I know she won’t ever have to deal with the same issues I do. At least she’s safe. Safe from the mutants outside, safe from the pollution of the wastes, safe from the animals that fight far, far away from here. Delilah’s safe. That’s all that matters.

I’m glad she’ll never have to push through pain like I did, like I still do. It happened before I met Catherine. It was me and eight others camping, waiting for the tenth member of our little party. Unfortunately, a large, lizard-like creature, a deathclaw, crashed into the camp. The struggle remains a blur, but I remember the sky. Blue. A pure color. I remember the feeling of those claws digging into my back, deep into my flesh. In the end, I was lucky to be able to walk, even if painfully, something I’d find my own solution to eventually. Unfortunately, only one of the deaths were quick, because the other doctor had lost an arm in the chaos, it was a struggle to keep the rest alive and five more died from infection. There was one member who had emerged unharmed, a man who’d lead us into worse. He caused a lot of things, a lot of pain, a lot of suffering, a lot of images in my mind that never fade. Full of crimson. I hope he isn’t still out there.

I try not to think about that, I try to put it all behind me. It’s all so far away. The only people within the Capital that knew about this were Catherine and Madison. So I guess that makes only two people who know.

Although, I’m not the best at letting go of things. I am still looking for anything that could possibly help with Project Purity, still searching. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s for Catherine. Maybe it’s to distract from the nagging pain in my back. Or maybe it’s the ghosts, ghosts of everyone I’ve failed, everyone I couldn’t save. Maybe it is. I am a haunted man.

I refuse to allow my daughter to join them. I refuse to allow her to suffer. I refuse to let her be a victim of the violent world outside. I still wish to make the outside world a better place. It still nags me like the pain that made its home in my back; all of which I must keep quiet about.

I close my eyes as I try to cast these thoughts from my head. Deep breaths. Maybe I should lay down. But I can't sleep on the couch, not tonight, my back hurts more than usual.

I moved into my daughter’s room, she stirred as she felt my weight on the bed. Looking at me, half asleep, Delilah scooted closer to me. “Dada? Why are you in here?”

“I just… had a nightmare,” I lied. One of many lies I’ve told her. Barely notable. “I was hoping you didn’t mind my company

“Of course dad!” Delilah’s eyes sparkled. Blue. Purer than the sky.

“Thank you,” I whispered, putting an arm around my daughter as she drifted to sleep.

I held her close to me as tears rolled down my face. My mind raced and my back throbbed. I hoped she would be ok whenever I was gone. Someday, she would have to. Closing my eyes, it took me a while before I drifted into sleep, leaving the vault and entering into hopeful dreams.

[atombonniebaby]

I post so many pics of the big guy, but I don't think I've really gone into his background too much...and I was in the mood to info dump!

Nathanial Alasdair Watt

Age: 37

Nationality: Scottish

As the General of the Commonwealth Minutemen, he has earned a place in the hearts of the people. His kind demeanor and bravery have won him the admiration of many. As a pre-war, decorated war hero, Nate knows a thing or two about combat, leadership, and survival. His reputation precedes him.

Just a bunch of facts and screenies of my boy below the cut 🙌

Cat Like Reflexes and sense of exploration: At 6ft, he's surprisingly agile on his feet. Growing up in his family's profession (that's still a secret 😏) he needed that upper body strength and found he was more than comfortable being up high. 💪🏻

Teddy Bear: He comes across as someone not to mess with, but this big lad has a big heart and a big personality that is tested a lot post-war...but when you're General of the Minutemen... whilst simultaneously trying to make sure the other factions don't annihilate each other... well you gotta maintain a sense of humour... so Nate enjoys knowing people find him intimidating, just to watch their faces when he deadpans a somewhat dubious response... oh and he'll never ditch that twirly mustache! (his tats are a form of self expression, but two have meaning. The rose on his neck, with Nora's name...and Shaun's name under his wedding band)

The Wanderer: The fact that he ended up settling down was a surprise to him as much as it was to everyone who knew him pre-war. Nate grew up on the road, his family traveled all over. Moving to America from Scotland when he was was a young lad of fifteen... leaving homeland was something that took Nate some time to accept and it wasn't until his sister came along two years later that Nate stopped being angry at the world.

The Sole Survivor: Seventeen years her senior, he was very close to his baby sister Elspeth, and was as much a part of defining the bright young woman she grew up to be. Nate and Nora recognised El needed stability and had a dream of doing more than just tinkering. She had a knack for robotics and fascination for how things work. So they offer her a place to stay whilst she studied in Boston. Losing his best friend and partner in crime is particularly hard on Nate, because El was the only person he could ever truly let his guard down around.

Atom's Gift: Nate's unphased by a lot of things, and one of those things is radiation. "Sole Survivor" isn't a new moniker to Nate, who's often found himself coming to in wake of destruction. Survivor's guilt is something he's had to endure many times over... and to some extent it makes him reckless... it's difficult to keep a level head in the heat of the moment when you feel like nothing can touch you.

Protector of Strays: So when he stumbles up a canny looking German Shepherd, he doesn't think twice about letting him tag along. "Dugmeat" helps Nate a lot in the early days out of the Vault, and it is rare you'll see Nate without his hairy shadow (oh and taking in 'strays' does extend to the human variety)

Nobody is beyond redemption (mostly): Nate's fatal flaw is probably his inibility to say no, and if faced with someone (or a group of someones) whom may be deemed 'unsavoury' or 'a risk' if Nate sees potential, then he's gonna try. So, when Nate meets MacCready, he sees a lot of his younger self... a young guy down on his luck who just needs somebody to give him a chance... it isn't long before the pair bond and Nate truly takes the young scrap under his wing. Being close in ages with his late sister, he's used to dealing with difficultly headstrong individuals... But to be clear, you only get one chance. If you break his trust, don't expect to be given a second chance.

More than just business partners: When Nate meets Jacob, the stranger who hears his radio broadcast about setting up a new Settlement in his old neighbourhood of Sanctuary Hills with his "ASAM" sensors. Nate decides to humor the guy, and quickly finds himself revisiting feelings he'd spent a great deal of his younger years trying to ignore... and tries to again. But in the Commonwealth, life has a way of reminding you that every moment is precious... Nate takes a chance.

At a Minute's Notice: A natural leader and protector, the Minutemen reformation was the foundation Nate needed to build upon. With Jake's ASAMs and Nate's influence, more factions emerge in the Commonwealth, and Nate is more than happy to support in any way he can... if there is a uniform that fits, he'll wear it.

All seeing he is not: Sometimes the world has a way of humbling you and there is nothing more frustrating for this Sole Survivor than having his specs knocked off his face in the heat of battle...or having to rummage around in the dirt and debris long after.

I can't wait to tell you their story