Name: Pvt. Angela "Angie" Dover
Age: 20
Race: Super Mutant
Gender: Female
Karma: Neutral
Faction: Ohana (Formerly), Wildcard
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Strength: 10
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Perception: 8
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Endurance: 10
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Charisma: 1
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Intelligence: 1
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Agility: 2
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Luck: 8
Level: 1.
Perks: Eye for an Eye: There is one rule in the Wasteland: do unto others as they've done to you! Whenever you’re damaged by an opponent, you may roll an extra damage die if you attack them on your next turn.
Full Metal Jacket: They'll have to pry that firearm from your cold, dead hands. You turn every fight into a firefight, probably because you're so damn good with your guns. When using guns (big or small!), you roll an additional damage die when you hit.
Height: 7'2
Weight: 299 lbs
Body type: Muscular, but on the lean side in comparison to other super mutants.
Hair style: Has short patchy tufts of white-blonde hair.
Eyes: Brown, bloodshot, and jittery.
Skin color: Mottled red and green
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Psychical Description: Is purely on survival mode, unable to come to grips with her situation. She contradicts herself in believing that nothing is wrong with her, and that something is wrong with her, but if she proves herself it won't matter. Is predisposed to violence first in high-stress situations, and lashes out at the perceived cause of her predicament (such as the High Evolutionary). In the presence of a military type, begins to return to a semblance of even temper and normal attitude, and will act more stoically, even obediently.
Inventory: Write what you would want to start with. Ultimately it will be the Moderator the one who will chose your starting gear.
- Main Weapon: .223 Rangemaster Hunting Rifle
- Secondary Weapon: Combat Knife
- Helmet: Ohanan Soldier's helmet
- Mask: None
- Goggles: None
- Clothes: Tattered remains of Ohanan Soldier's uniform
- Armor: Padded Army Clothing
- Backpack: A roughed up Ohanan standard issue Backpack, carrying the remains of a standard kit.
- First Accessory: Bayonet Lug (allows the use of the combat knife without switching to it using an action)
- Second Accessory: Flashlight
- Other:
Defect of the Character: Has an incredibly simple view of the world due to their psychological fixations and upbringing; Ohana is a perfect state and mutants are to be eliminated. Refuses to confront the reality of situations she cannot handle, and instead works to deflect her attention onto other issues, or projecting them onto imaginary villains, or outright ignoring them. Is impulsive and survival-minded to a fault.
Aspirations: Cure her mutant condition, or otherwise do something that would prove herself to the Ohanan government as being worthy of their respect. Failing these, simply the destruction of any and all mutants.
Other details: Used to be fond of animals. Hates slow music. Has a narrow-minded view of mutants. Enlisted because she genuinely believed in the cause of the Ohanan Government.
Background story: Private Angela Dover enlisted in the Ohanan Army for no reason than it was her patriotic duty. The daughter of a retired army veteran and the nurse who had stitched her back up together, Angie felt it was her destiny to make a real change in the wasteland in the name of Ohana, and retake the world from the mutant scum of the outside. She put her heart and soul into the backbreaking duties of training, passing with flying colors.
Not too long after her enlistment, she was one of a number of soldiers that was sent for a scouting expedition in Mutant territory.
They arrived at 0300, disembarking from the landing boats, having evaded enemy patrols, and proceeded inland.
At 0600, radio contact with other platoons had dropped abruptly.
At 0615, the mutants struck.
They struck with such ferocity that they hardly had the time to get their guns up, numerous mutant tribals armed with guns and spears, darting in and out of the treeline, as the path of their retreat went up in flames. Once they were thoroughly surrounded, then the Super Mutants attacked, sweeping their remaining men aside like ragdolls. Through her skill, training, and sheer grit, Angie was one of the few to have managed to find some cover and kept firing on their attackers. For her efforts, she watched as a mutant simply strode towards her and bellowed heartily as each shot she landed failed to do more than create unsightly open wounds in its thick leathery flesh. As far as she could tell, all that came after the punch that followed was awakening in a net, dangling above a vat of sludgy green ooze. She watched as her mutant captors cheerfully operated the mechanisms that began her descent into the toxic pool of FEV, shouting that she had proven her worth to them.
The process of turning was agony, as every cell in her body was violated and forcefully altered. As they drew her out, she broke her restraints with her newfound strength and escaped into the jungles. Fighting, hiding, and constant movement had managed to keep her one step ahead of the High Evolutionary's more powerful soldiers, as she quickly fought her way through minimally defended homesteads and tribes for supplies.
Resupply, retreat, regroup.
She was a soldier in enemy territory, an escaped prisoner of war who had been subjected to the vilest of tortures. She managed to fight her way out despite her current condition, and she had to report all that she had learned to her superiors. Then she'd strike again. After she'd been cleared by the up and ups for further service, maybe gave her a medical procedure or two. Mutants weren't people, but she was a person, so how mutant could she be?
Subject: Pvt. Angela Dover 
