About me: Name: Abigail Knight
Aliases/Nicknames: Abbie
Gender/Pronouns: she/her
Sexual/Romantic Orientation: bisexual
Age: 24
Birthdate: August 9th
Occupation: NCR Ranger
Height: 5'8
Build: toned, slender
Skin Tone: tanned
Hair: short black military cut
Eyes: sea green
Identifying Marks: freckled cheeks, gaunt cheeks
Personality: serious, strong willed.
Motivations: explore the wasteland for the NCR, help them expand and find new sources of power, water and materiel.
Current Goal: travel north towards Seattles ruins.
Life Goal: survive to a ripe old age, retire, find the group that burned her parents farm to the ground.
Alignment:
Group/Organizational Affiliations: New California Republic.
Family: dead, mostly.
Best Friends: Commander Tammany
Relationship Status: single
Significant Other: none
Other Relationships: Brother, William (missing)
Secret: [Redacted]
Influential Memory: burning of her family farm.
Backstory:
Abigail Knight was born in Arizona, near Flagstaff, originally, and was brought up by her parents towards a goal of being a farmer. But after a bad fight with raiders, that left her family farm burned, her parents dead and her brother missing, she began wandering to survive.
Eventually she came across a group of NCR rangers, who were scouting into Arizona and she requested help getting to civilization. When they realized she'd been surviving in the desert for as long as she had, this far behind Caesars Legions lines, going on multiple months, they brought her to a nearby NCR outpost and their leader, Commander Tammany requested she join up, at this point she was about 16.
By the age of 20, Abbie was now a member of the NCR Rangers. She's rarely seen outside her armor, and travels the West, to protect NCR citizens, and do work for the NCR. Currently she's travelling, exploring the wastes for the most valuable resources and uncontacted tribals outside the NCRs reach, as well as tracking the occasional troublemakers for her commanding officers.
‘At least the stars look the same,’ Cap thought out loud. Staring upward at the night sky. The man out of time felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. As he reminisced about his youth. Gazing up at the stars as the world around him was so bleak and barren. The good Captain was a small child during the First World War and Great Depression. He had witnessed a great deal of hardships before he reached ten years old. His father was killed overseas in Germany. His mother caught influenza and died. Had to scavenge through trash cans in search for food. Work in mills and factories to survive. He had to rely on the generosity of others. Something that he had felt uncomfortable about. As he sought to rely on himself to survive.
Then the draft to serve in the army, Then the receiving the Super Soldier serum. Then his sacrifice. He thought he could save the world. But all he had done was postpone the inevitable. Humanity was flawed. Didn’t matter what nation or country you belonged to. Self interest superseded that of what was right. And in the end. They killed the world.
He was still dressed in his old costume from the war. Those within that organization didn’t care too much about him. They just wanted to dissect him and see how he worked. Trying to replicate the old doctor’s serum. He came to. And managed to fend off his captors and escaped that compound. Cap didn’t know where he was everything looked about the same. Desolate. Unforgiving. Lack of life. But if he had to guess, he was somewhere in the west coast. Maybe somewhere in California or Nevada. He wasn’t certain.
Being enhanced to pinnacle of human perfection and beyond. The irradiated landscape had little to no effect on his person. But the latent radiation from the bombs were the least of his worries. It was what became of life after the bombs…
Cap let out an exhausted sigh. Knowing that what he looking at was just dream. A dream of a better tomorrow. An illusion. Reality was ahead of him. And it was as grim as it had alway been. He returned his attention back to the darkness that lay before him. Wandering through the infinite desert in search of something. Cap didn’t know what he was looking for. But he would know when he found it.
On his person, he held his indestructible shield in his right hand. On his belt was a machine pistol and assortment of supplies and rations. Cap didn’t need much. His superhuman biology had not only protected him from both diseases and radiation poisoning. But enhanced his physical capabilities as well. Able to lift up to three to six tons. Run a mile in under a minute. Incredible healing capabilities. And could go weeks without water or food. Possessed an eidetic memory and other useful attributes to help him survive the harsh wastelands.
He was always on guard. Cap’s shield was raised as he navigated himself in the dark. Couldn’t trust anyone. Those armored soldiers were after him from the compound. As well, those who had wanted to eat him. And he wasn’t talking about the mutated creatures either. Men. Women. Children. All of them devolved into savages.
In the dark horizon he noticed a fire. There was a camp. As much as he wanted to take refuge there for the night. He could risk it. Who’s to say that weren’t one of those people that ate other people. Cap stopped with his movement. Lifting up his shield right under his eyes. Guarding both his face and chest. Readying for any conflict. But he did his best to avoid it. Circling around the encampment. Hoping that he wouldn’t be attacked. Cap didn’t enjoyed killing. But even though he was now devoid of purpose. He wouldn’t go easily into the night. He was a fighter. And he would be until the bitter end.
