Slim remained silent until Grant was well out of earshot, not even doing so much as to nod in agreement. While he was well aware of his bad temper, he did not much like hearing anyone comment on it when he was already in a foul mood.
"He just kinda gets like that sometimes. It ain't nothin' you did," he said quietly, leaning forward slightly to make sure that Grant had not circled back for one reason or another, "Matthew says we just gotta give him space for a while 'n he'll settle down on his own. Starling says he oughta see a doctor 'bout gettin' the bug removed from his ass."
General Appearance: Dark brown hair, kept short; striking blue eyes. Usually has a neutral expression, but his genuine smile could light up a room. Dresses for comfort and protection: more wasteland scav than wasteland greaser.
Personality: Tolerant; stubborn; observant; withdrawn; decisive; controlling. Kell doesn’t mind working with others, but he prefers things to be done a particular way and gets frustrated when faced with what he considers “sheer idiocy.” He is slow to trust, but friendly to most, and when he truly forms a bond with someone, it’s for life.
Special Talents: Mechanical work; engineering.
Who they like better: Gigi
Who they take after more: Simon
Personal Headcanon: Kell joins the Brotherhood of Steel as a teenager, deeply interested in the technology they possessed. He signed on as a scribe for the Order of the Shield and excelled and rose through the ranks before taking on the role of a lancer.
While Kell thoroughly enjoyed the opportunities provided to him to learn and research technology, the core beliefs of the Brotherhood were not something that aligned with his own.
Eventually, he would lead a small group of like-minded individuals who were exiled from the Brotherhood for challenging the beliefs held by majority of the faction. Together, they would provide assistance to the Capital Wasteland with the knowledge and gear they had claimed from the Brotherhood.
“Look, no offense, but the last time I explained it to you, it got me nowhere.”
“Then skip all the nerd talk and use plain fucking English. I don’t need to know how it works, just if it works,” Raikes replied and just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“Hm?” Robin uttered and looked up from her workbench to take in Simon’s presence, then she cast her gaze down at the object in his hand. “Oh. No, that’s okay, you can keep it. I have an extra so I don’t need it,” she told him with a soft smile.
“What sort of weird, sagely vague Gandalf the Gray bullshit is that?” Robin replied, making a slight face in Simon’s direction, but her shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. “You don’t have the facial hair or the wrinkles to pull that off.”
The question caught her by surprise, not sure exactly what he meant by it. Not wanting to read too much into it and get her hopes up only to be proven wrong later, Zoey pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. “Sure,” she replied with a smile. “Did you have anywhere in mind?”
"You can have 'em back when you leave," Holly assured him, pointing to a rug beside the door where several pairs of shoes and boots were lined up, "But you ain't trackin' dirt and mud and whatever else you been walkin' in 'round my house."
General Appearance: Mousy brown hair, typically looks as though he just got done running his hands through it; blue-green eyes; has a tan army jacket he scavved that he’s particularly fond of; otherwise found in coveralls (usually the dark blue or green ones).
Personality: Reserved; observant; forgetful. Honest; humble; optimistic. Sammy is the “quiet kid” - until you get him talking, then he’s the “holy-shit-do-you-ever-shut-up? kid.”
Special Talents: Drawing: Sammy grew up devouring comics and doodles his own ideas for stories during his down time.
Other that that, you’d be amazed at how quickly Sam can scrape together a functional robot, especially considering the body only seems to consists of a toaster and a frying pan... and a healthy amount of duct tape.
Who they like better: Zoey.
Who they take after more: Simon.
Personal Headcanon: Sammy struggled in social situations growing up. Once he found his niche of people, though, he thrived. While he may not be the best at small talk, Sammy can create. Before puberty hit, Sammy had already made a completely functional robot: it could understand and complete basic tasks. Sammy named the robot B0B. B0B has had a multitude of upgrades over the years, but down to the basics: it’s still B0B.
Sammy and B0B run a small repair and trade shop together called Holy Scrap! B0B suggested the name.
