Jul 8, 2014
Someone puts a flaming dookie on your doorstep
"The Garrets heard my comment about dust pubes, didn't they? Good thing I don't actually HAVE A HOME!"
So no doorstep really. Just poor motel owner. Of course Michael leaves to never return.
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Someone puts a flaming dookie on your doorstep
"The Garrets heard my comment about dust pubes, didn't they? Good thing I don't actually HAVE A HOME!"
So no doorstep really. Just poor motel owner. Of course Michael leaves to never return.
'Lived long enough to become the villain' FOR ALL OF THEM!
Uriel
There was very little Uriel said in his day to day running of New Vegas. Or rather the decrepit ruins of the once only semi-decrepit great city. It had all become torn; symbols painted and graffiti all over the place, bodies hanging off hooks, heads on spikes. Raiders wandering the place. But they were a part of Uriel’s pack; he’d forced them into submission. Because if he was to hunt the strongest prey, when he found them - if they existed - he needed to be ready. In perfect condition. He didn’t have time to waste gathering resources and hunting small things to eat.
Michael
The hatred and disgust Michael had for people was near palpable. It was like static in the air. Until he learned to suppress it and hide it. He went about life as he usually did. Doing what he knew; helping people, fixing their wounds, for caps and their lives. Each time he cleaned and dressed their wounds he knew he should be doing it for his sweet brother who was now long gone. Not this stranger. Not this dirty wastelander. Who wasn’t of the same blood. Who didn’t share his heart and soul. So each time he ended up cleaning or injecting them with Stimpaks filled with venom.
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Michael isn’t sure about Andy. He doesn’t like flirts, or anything remotely intimate. It makes him uncomfortable. Though he strangely enough has a soft spot for hookers/whores since his mother used to be one.
Uriel, particularly since Andy is interacting with him in an AU where he isn’t a Courier gets to meet a much more cold and guarded moron. He sees Andy as more a way to waste time, though learning more about him he’s starting to wonder if he has any use in any plans he might hatch to get back at the various groups he doesn’t particularly care for. Since he has nothing better to do with his time other than kill.
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Michael’s diary is very clean and proper. The alien is only mentioned in a small paragraph at the beginning of an entry:
I had a dream that this weird smooth skin, humanish gecko(?) climbed into bed with me. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean? It made me uncomfortable. I still feel uncomfortable. It kind of felt real, but that’s impossible. I think it might have just been the dog jumping in bed while I dreamed about me sleeping? Why couldn’t it have been a hot girl or something?
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Michael’s hand jutted out to try and push - what he thought was his dog - away. Only ending up feeling smooth skin, which made his eyes pop open and look at what was getting into bed with him. It looked vaguely familiar, specifically from a holotape he might have watched ages ago not that he could remember right now. Thankfully it didn’t seem like it was going to kill him… So he rolled over and turned his back to whatever it was. Maybe it would go away if he pretended it wasn’t there.
"Who hurt you?"
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Michael had a glare that rivaled the ferocity of a deathclaw. “Nobody.” He hissed. “But if you’re talking about who’s been a pain in my ass, that’d be Sasho, my younger sister. Technically cousin. Though she’s the eldest of the girls.” He couldn’t help the scowl on his face. “She’s always butted into my business and tried telling me how to handle everything. She’s also the one that told me I should leave to join the Followers in the first place. I’ve never regretted helping people so much in my life before. I didn’t think it’d end up making brother hate me either, but at least now I’ll be able to fix up the fucking idiot whenever he gets hurt. Which is a lot… If he even lets me.”
3, 9, 47, 49
3: What’s your OCs favorite food?
Michael likes potato crisps. Uriel likes gecko kebabs. Gene likes sugar bombs.
9 Answered!
47: Does your OC tolerate violence?
Yes, they all do. They realizes it’s necessary in the wasteland. But each of them take it further than needed.
Uriel with his childish mentality is prone to lashing out violently. Michael often advocates and propels others into violence to get the best outcome for himself. Idris seeks a bloody revenge from the NCR. Gene likes to do “experiments”.
49: What country was your OC born in?
They were all born in the sweet post-apcolyptic wasteland US of and A.
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8 Answered! 10 Answered!
11:What is your OCs spirit animal?
They are all wolves.
Though if I had to pick other animals, I can see Uriel as a golden retriever. Gene a scorpion. Michael a hyena. Idris a German Shepard or Doberman. Sasho a lion.