[Angel had no clue what was going on when she woke up here. She frowned a bit as she looked around, a hand on the 10mm pistol on her thigh. She looked like a mess. Hair greasy, dirt and other things stuck to her clothing. Things that look like they were dug up out of the 1950s.
All of the cars piqued her curiosity. She had never seen any cars that look like this. And seeing the Convoy? It made her eyes go wide. She knew that cars could run, but she had never seen them running before. No one knew how to fix the busted Corvegas and such back in the wasteland. Hell, finding working parts to repair them would be a miracle.
She felt a strange weight in one of her pockets and it wasn't the extra ammunition that she kept on her either. Granted, it was a very small weight. She fished around in her pockets and found a key with a little Vault-Tec vault door on it with the number 101 painted in the middle.]
What in the absolute fuck....?
Exploration
[Ruined buildings didn't bother Angel at all. It was actually normal for her. After all, she lived in a nuclear wasteland. So what was she going to do? Look around. She lets out a low whistle when she finds the tree. It didn't look like anything from back home. Well, maybe in Oasis. But this tree didn't talk to her.
The Husks bothered her though. What could cause people to turn into metal things like this? She frowned as she got a bit closer. She was cautious as always when she went into a strange area. She didn't want to touch them, but she also wanted the supplies that they were holding. If she was going to survive she was going to need supplies.]
Monster Attack
[The radio coming to life startles her, but she quickly masks it. She's used to being attacked by things, just not things like this. She swears as she notices what's coming closer and a low growl rumbles from her throat.
Where in the hell did that come from? She never sounded like that before. Still, she's got her pistol and she's going to use it. She knows her ammunition is limited, but she'll worry about that later.
She lifts her pistol and aims at an oncoming Pisaca and pulls the trigger.]
Wind Down and Camp
[Angel groans as she finds a place to flop down. Her clothes are torn, her favorite coat is in shreds and she's looking a bit...fluffier. She ran out of ammunition for her pistol during the fight, but it didn't really matter. She had new claws and teeth that she could use. She'd gained about 6 inches in height and more muscles. She also had a fuzzy tail that wagged in annoyance behind her. Her hair was fuller and longer and pointed canine ears flicked on the top of her head. Even the hinges on her Pip-Boy had cracked.
Her eyes, which were a bright blue like a summer sky, were now like ice. She found a quieter place to sit down as she looked over the cracked hinges of the Pip-Boy 3000. She wanted to figure out why it wasn't working as well.]
[OOC: Please help me figure out a car for her. I still don't know what to give her, lol. An SUV of some sort. Toughness over speed and firepower.]
The Lone Wanderer || Fallout 3
[Angel had no clue what was going on when she woke up here. She frowned a bit as she looked around, a hand on the 10mm pistol on her thigh. She looked like a mess. Hair greasy, dirt and other things stuck to her clothing. Things that look like they were dug up out of the 1950s.
All of the cars piqued her curiosity. She had never seen any cars that look like this. And seeing the Convoy? It made her eyes go wide. She knew that cars could run, but she had never seen them running before. No one knew how to fix the busted Corvegas and such back in the wasteland. Hell, finding working parts to repair them would be a miracle.
She felt a strange weight in one of her pockets and it wasn't the extra ammunition that she kept on her either. Granted, it was a very small weight. She fished around in her pockets and found a key with a little Vault-Tec vault door on it with the number 101 painted in the middle.]
What in the absolute fuck....?
Exploration
[Ruined buildings didn't bother Angel at all. It was actually normal for her. After all, she lived in a nuclear wasteland. So what was she going to do? Look around. She lets out a low whistle when she finds the tree. It didn't look like anything from back home. Well, maybe in Oasis. But this tree didn't talk to her.
The Husks bothered her though. What could cause people to turn into metal things like this? She frowned as she got a bit closer. She was cautious as always when she went into a strange area. She didn't want to touch them, but she also wanted the supplies that they were holding. If she was going to survive she was going to need supplies.]
Monster Attack
[The radio coming to life startles her, but she quickly masks it. She's used to being attacked by things, just not things like this. She swears as she notices what's coming closer and a low growl rumbles from her throat.
Where in the hell did that come from? She never sounded like that before. Still, she's got her pistol and she's going to use it. She knows her ammunition is limited, but she'll worry about that later.
She lifts her pistol and aims at an oncoming Pisaca and pulls the trigger.]
Wind Down and Camp
[Angel groans as she finds a place to flop down. Her clothes are torn, her favorite coat is in shreds and she's looking a bit...fluffier. She ran out of ammunition for her pistol during the fight, but it didn't really matter. She had new claws and teeth that she could use. She'd gained about 6 inches in height and more muscles. She also had a fuzzy tail that wagged in annoyance behind her. Her hair was fuller and longer and pointed canine ears flicked on the top of her head. Even the hinges on her Pip-Boy had cracked.
Her eyes, which were a bright blue like a summer sky, were now like ice. She found a quieter place to sit down as she looked over the cracked hinges of the Pip-Boy 3000. She wanted to figure out why it wasn't working as well.]
[OOC: Please help me figure out a car for her. I still don't know what to give her, lol. An SUV of some sort. Toughness over speed and firepower.]