Fallout New Vegas - Chapter 1Fallout: New VegasFallout New Vegas - Chapter 1 by dragonborn424
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fallout 3 or Fallout New Vegas. Bethesda can handle that. YOU ROCK, BETHESDA!
Overview Hank "Ray" Masterson
Born in New Reno, Nevada on the year 2223, Hank "Ray" Masterson was an American of Mexican and Greek descent. He worked as a farm worker as a child. His strength and intelligence had provided him to get a job once he was twenty-three: a gun-smith. He earned enough money to move to Hopeville. He became a farmer for five years before he moved to Ashton. He then became an N.C.R veteran for ten years, earning a total of four awards for the first battle for the Hoover Dam against Caesar's Legion before he was honorably discharged due to his age. At the age of forty, he was diagnosed with P.T.S.D (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), causing him to become irritable and foul-mouthed. He also indulges in "pleasures of the flesh", which started in th
TattoosTattoos. One for each moment in life that actually had meaning. I adore running my hands along the painted skin, the ink that should not naturally be there. Each design is beautiful and intricate, none of them simple, and all of them unique. There are many on this single body and they are all in many different places positioned on her glowing skin.Tattoos by alesuriko
Her first is the seahorse on the left side of her chest, just above her heart. Small, yellow, cute. It represents her younger sister, Jane, who died at age twelve. She had leukemia and, though she suffered, I was told that she always had a bright smile on her youthful face. "Why a seahorse?" I had asked her once. She explained that it was the stuffed animal she had bought Jane when she was first hospitalized at the age of ten. Ever since that day, Jane never went anywhere without that stuffed seahorse, which was small enough for her to carry in her little, fragile hands. "She died with it in her arms," she told me, tears threat
*Looks up from book* Oh, hello there! How did you get into my hoiuse again? Ah... don't really matter. Anyway, name's Chloe. I love video games, shooters in general and writing/reading on this site. I was screwing around for about a year on this site and Fanfiction.com. I usually write lots of stories in a script format. You guys have heard the phrase "I do my own stunts!", right? I use my Microsoft word and I spell check my documents myself. Screw that stupid computerized spell-checker!|
I usually do stories that are based off of video games. Right now, I'm working on Fallout New Vegas. I enjoy a good romance story (Not Twilight, sorry folks!) or a good hurt/comfort story, mainly with the Fallout series, but others as well.
Favorite Comedy Quote:
Sanity Not Included - I AM MELEEING IT'S LEGS!
"Aw, Jim, what the HELL are you doing?!"
"I am meleeing it's legs!"
"You're just going to piss it off! Get out of the way, it's gonna--"
*The giant, four-legged beast falls down in front of Jim, a cocky and triumphant smile tugging at his lips.*
"AHA! TAKE THAT, YOU GAYLORD!"
Sanity Not Included - Trying To Compensate for Something?!
*A person is standing on top of another person's car, which is particularly small.*
"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' DRIVIN' THAT SMALL CAR?!, TRYIN' TO COMPENSATE FOR SOMETHING, BIG DOUCHE?!"
*The person whose car is parked looks up in confusion and anger, a comical expression on his face.*