Fallout 4 Roleplay! 18+ Only!
Warning! This roleplay will contain blood, injuries, gore, and violence!
I am looking to do a shipping roleplay with either Hancock, Preston, or Paladin Danse with my male survivor Nate. In the beginning of this it'll be pretty bad as our characters run into a Deathclaw and well mine gets horribly injured in the fight. So this will take place with this whole situation going down and then at a camp trying to patch up the wound. So warning for patching up the wound and the wounds status. Also! You don't have to match the starter length a good two or three paragraphs would be fine!
I'll give you some info on my sole survivor since well I want to and it might be needed. Like I said before his name is Nate, he stands to be around 5'8 and had a good fit body (thanks to when he was in the army). He had a long scar across his right eye and is somewhat blind in the eye from that damage. However it doesn't slow him down and he still kicks ass. He does have other scars scatters across his body, from recent events and from the past too. He has black hair that turned to dark brown in the sun, hazel / greenish eyes, and a mocha brown complexion. His personality flip flops depending on the person. If it someone he doesn't like he is cold and harsh on them. If it someone he calls a friend or more he is caring to them, friendly, and tends to protect them if they are in danger. All together he is strong willed and definitely stubborn. Sometimes he can be a complete goofball as well (he makes jokes once in awhile and plays around sometimes.
War never changed anything. It made things worse and with how the world was now it was proof enough that what he said was true. Life on once their beautiful planet was gone or mutated into some horrible creature. Humans still stood and lived but how was a mystery. Nate had lived before the war. Before the bombs had dropped and even had been in the army himself. Which is why he knew how to survive and fight so well. Never did he think he would use these skills and instincts in every day life. Now he had too or something would kill him. Whether it being mutated creatures, humans, or even the radiated water that was all around.
It was a relief when he had found other humans. He had been so terrified that there were none left and he was the only one. It was hard to count how long had been since he lost his partner (canon for me if it was possible, he was with a male and a surrogate carried Shaun) and since he had woken up from a two hundred year sleep. He didn't think he would ever fall in love again but he did. He did and it helped him get through this new life of his.
Today was nothing different. He was with his new partner in looking for more supplies. Mainly ammunition and food. Even though eating food was something he had to be extremely careful about. It could be filled with radiation which would make you terrible sick if you weren't a Ghoul. It could also turn you into a Ghoul, but whether you were Feral or not could not be chosen. So Nate tried his best to keep aware of how much radiation he and his partner took in.
Currently they were scavenging through Cambridge trying to find anything useful. What they hadn't expected was to run into a Deathclaw. Yet it seemed those damn things popped up where ever the hell they wanted so you couldn't really pin point where they mainly would be. They we're also called Deathclaws for a reason. The moment they heard that thing roar is the moment Tristan pulled out his makeshift assault rifle. "Back up and load into it!" He instructed to the other as he started unloading his clip into it. These things were hard to put down and one grab could be the end of your life. The whole experience was terrifying even if he had fought two or three before; they weren't willing battles. He battled for his life in them. He didn't pick them.
Within moments the thing was up on Nate and it's claw came down slashing deeply into the human's chest. The pained cry that left the brunette's lips was horrible. Blood immediately rushed out of the open claw marks, spilling onto the broken pavement under them. He wobbled and somehow forced himself to stumbled back from the massive, deadly creature. He pulled out two frag grenades and tossed them after pulling the pins. When they went off that's when they made their escape.
It was a few minutes later that they were hidden away in a building that was still standing and didn't have large holes every where. Nate was leaning against the wall, still bleeding out. He was trying his best to calm the other down, but his strength was quickly leaving him. They had to take care of this before he passed out from the blood loss. "Ge-Get the first aid kit out of my bag and grab the whiskey too. We can patch this up, just you gotta stay calm."