#nancy grey

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Little doodle from last night- I think Nancy looks nice in a sweater

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Nancy Grey. A scientist sci-fi character I keep re-designing and will do something with one of these days.

I think she’s definitely gonna be a martian girl of some kind now.

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Nancy Grey

About time I actually make some introduction posts, so first and foremost-

Nancy Grey - Sole Survivor

Minuteman General, Sanctuary Hills resident, and occasional mercenary/mechanic. She was a lawyer pre-war, a wife, and a mother, and she loved every second of it. You know the saying you don't know what you have until you lose it- well she knew, and she was happy for every second before the bombs dropped.

Honesty is the best policy in her book- she's never been one to mince words or dodge questions. She'd often slow and methodical and wouldn't rush for anything if she could help it, everything she does she puts in the effort to do right- even if it means stalking a raider camp for hours to pick them off without a head-on fight.

Samuel was her best friend growing up, especially in her teen years when her family moved to the country to be closer to her grandparents- they went to highschool together there.

She joined the military to help put her through higher education. She met her husband there, and lost her best friend there too. Afterwards she went to higher education to become a lawyer; the world ended before she could make any waves, but she had ambitions to work with regulatory law.

Post-war, Nancy's grief registers mainly as anger- it's not fair. None of it. How could Vault-Tec betray these desperate people? How could anyone destroy so many lives dropping those bombs? How could anyone stand to raid innocent settlers and take food from their starving mouths? And, worst of all, Kellogg, he took her baby and her husband in one fell swoop. That's the thing that makes her angriest.

She's often horrified at her own anger when it comes out in overly destructive ways or at people who don't deserve it. She was an angry teenager, and worse in the army, and she didn't want to be like that- she had worked so hard to become a kind, patient person, and Nate had supported her through all that. All that work for her to go right back to this. Worse, she's let down her husband and wasted all his effort too.

On the other hand, she does do everything she can for the good and decent settlers of the wasteland. She's a firm believer in the old world values of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Ideally, everyone should get to choose how to live- which means peace and safety needs to be an option. She can't have that life anymore, but by god other people should.

Bonus Info

Her Artfight Page

Her Playlist

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Finally, a full page of doodles

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Hey, whad'ya know, I'm not dead! Nancy might be halfway there though

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Monday - Oct 25, 2287 ~ part2

We left the vault around noon. I showed everyone how to get in if there’s another emergency, and to get water in the future. With the river undrinkable this is the best bed for clean water for the foreseeable future.

We took the meat from a few of the roaches around the neighborhood and cooked them up for lunch. Not exactly my idea of good food, but I’ve had worse in the military. At least this was warm. Actually, it’s debatable as to whether or not that was a good thing…

In any case, Sturges agreed to help me get together some bed frames, and patch up some of the windows in Rosa’s old house. And some of the walls. The ceilings too. He’s good with tools, at least, and he’s been a big help.

He said they’d have been content with even sleeping bags for now, but if it’s worth doing it’s worth doing right. We got two beds done before dinnertime, and we’re going to start on a third before it gets too dark. The current plan is to borrow some cushions from couches around the neighborhood until we can find a decent mattress.

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Monday - Oct 25, 2287

I woke up to a giant radioactive storm. I could feel myself getting sicker even as sheltered as I was. 

I grabbed what I had and rushed everyone into the vault as quickly as I could. We're sitting in the entrance now, passing out the radaway. Codsworth even got to follow this time- I wasn't about to leave him out there again. 

Apparently this sort of weather is common nowadays. We really do need to get those shelters repaired if anyone stands a chance living here.

While we wait, I suppose we can fill up any containers we have on us; the vault still has running water, and it's clean. Cleaner than the river, at least. We might as well stock up.

I just hope-... Well, I don't know how Codsworth would react seeing the halls.