Name: Blood-Splatter
Birth Name: Alice Mc'Culla (Though she will shoot anyone who even says these words)
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Gender: Masculine Female
Looks
Skin: Pale Caucasian
Hair Style: Warhawk
Hair Color: Bright Red
Eye Color: Yellow-ish Green, though her whites are red from repeated drug use
Body Type: Muscled
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 153
Clothing and Armor: Blood-Splatter wears a worn leather duster, ragged and punctured in many places from bullets. It is armored with steel and leather in several places, such as her shoulder and sides. An aged bandoleer, covered in shotgun shells and .50 MG, hangs across her chest. Under this she wears a dusty set of brown pants, along with a ragged black shirt, oddly warm for the Nevada desert. She always wears a still bright purple bandanna on her scarred head. On her hands she wears a set of dark leather gloves, each with a tarnished steel ring on the top. Similarly, her boots are worn and reinforced, in many places by herself, with steel. On her back she wears a backpack with a worn green ammo box full of bullets, explosives and chems tied to it, along with hooks for her weapons on each side. Her final article of clothing, much to the annoyance of her few friends, are a pair of jet black sunglasses. Even while inside, she wears them, claiming they are "lucky as fuck"
Weapons: Blood-Splatter has a...somewhat unhealthy obsession with weapons, and it shows. On her backpack she carries a heavily modified riot shotgun with a drum and a lightweight anti-material rifle. On her hip she carries a dark, almost black, .223 pistol that she sometime lewdly calls "G-Spot", though she usually just refers to it as "That Gun" if asked. And Blood-Splatter's pride and joy is kept in the old pre-war truck that she fixed up, a downsized fat man along with a box of mini nukes.
Other Items: Several bottles of red hair dye, a set of dog tags with a tiger carved into them, and a modified handheld Pip-Boy 3000 full of bomb recipes, curse filled journal entries and porn.
Personal Information
Religion: Atheist (Though she will sarcastically claim to be "Fucknostic" if asked about her beliefs)
Birthplace: Vault 102, Northern Washington
Sexuality: Homosexual
Favorite Food and drink: She enjoys bramin steak, usually rare, quite a bit. Her favorite alcoholic beverage is whiskey, and another favorite drink of her's is Nuka-Cola, specifically Quantum. She likes it so much in fact, she has gotten in a few fist fights over whether Sunset Sarsaparilla or Nuka-Cola is superior.
Job: Formerly security guard, then raider, currently a bounty hunter and mercenary
Voice: Rough and slightly gravelly, with a very light Canadian accent.
Family: Her Mother and Father in Vault 102, though she severely dislikes both of them and "Hopes they were disemboweled by a deathclaw with blunt claws". She has no siblings, adopted or otherwise.
Birthday: December 25, 2254
Hobbies: Tinkering, Drink mixing, Drug brewing and hookers
Allegiances: Blood-Splatter is a mercenary through and through, and claims no true allegiances to any faction. She plays all sides in the current Mojave conflict, though she favors the NCR and the Legion. Among the NCR she has a reputation of a brutal, honor-less merc that will do anything for caps, and while in the Legion she is seen as a useful abomination, a woman that dares to fight but can kill with the efficiency of a demon. She has a dislike for House, and tries to avoid working for him when she can, though she is not above meddling in the casino's affairs or upgrading securitrons for a few extra caps. Despite working for House on occasion, she does frequent conversations with a smiling robot.
Personality: Blood-Splatter is crass, aggressive, slightly perverted and on occasion, sarcastic. She analyzes most situations by deciding which option would get her more caps, and would let her fight more. She thoroughly enjoys fighting and violence, and she does not deny the little rush she gets after a kill. Many NCR soldiers and legionaries claim that she goes into a blood frenzy after a kill streak and has "accidentally" killed allied soldiers in the past. Blood-Splatter is known to hit on most female allies she has, very directly, and she is frequently denied. Luckily for her she claims, "Hookers aren't argumentative bitches". Blood-Splatter curses constantly, her favorite swear words being "Fuck" and "Bitch", and is sometimes so crass that she is told to stop by her allies, though this only encourages her.
Backstory
Alice Mc'culla was born in Vault 102, and since her birth, she was trouble. In school she would constantly get in fights, she even tried to beat her teacher with a math textbook after a minor argument. Eventually, despite her violent tendencies, Alice graduated from school with the G.E.C.K, and was placed in generator repair. After a few weeks, and after a few explosions and broken bones of the current repair man, she was transferred to security. Alice did this for a few years, attempting to rule her station with an iron fist. Eventually, she got in a dispute with a small gang that had formed in the vault, the Polar Bears, and she handled the situation with....more than brutality. By the end most of the members were bleeding on the ground, and their leader, Tommy, bled to death. Alice saw nothing wrong, but the rest of the vault dwellers were horrified. The Overseer attempted to have Alice arrested, though the rowdy young woman did not respond well. 2 guards were left in a bleeding heap, and Alice dashed for the vault entrance. Her parents tried to meet her at the entrance, though she threatened her father with her standard issue 10mm pistol, and pushed her mother down. Alice left the vault, looking for something to do in the damned world she found.
Alice traveled for several weeks, eventually finding out tribes and societies have formed, and started to take what she needed. She gave up her birth name after she started to raid, taking up the nickname she gave herself during games in childhood, Blood-Splatter. She raided for a while on her own, killing to survive, though eventually she found a gang to join up with, The Hellcats. Blood-Splatter ran with the Hellcats for a few years, raiding tribes, ambushing caravans and even taking the occasional bounty on other gangs. This all ended when the Hellcats destroyed a lost NCR caravan, a caravan which 2 young soldiers escaped from. Within a few weeks a squad of bounty hunters were sent north, and the Hellcats were demolished, all but one of the raiders who escaped by tearing her way through the hunters with an old 10mm and a hunting shotgun.
After the massacre, Blood-Splatter blindly fled south, fleeing the bounty hunters. Eventually she came to a courier office claiming to be connected to the "Mojave Express" .Seeing that it could get her out of the hunter's grasp, she begged for a job, and when she was denied, punched a courier in the face and asked again. After she got the job she was told to bring a platinum chip to New Vegas, an easy task that would get aggressive woman to the Mojave, and away from the bounty hunters.
But then, as Blood-Splatter says herself "She was shot in the fucking face by an asshole who dressed like a board game."
"You should've just given me what I wanted, dickwipe. Now beg, beg before I shove this shotgun up your fucking ass and pull the trigger."
Name: Blood-Splatter
Birth Name: Alice Mc'Culla (Though she will shoot anyone who even says these words)
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Gender: Masculine Female
Looks
Skin: Pale Caucasian
Hair Style: Warhawk
Hair Color: Bright Red
Eye Color: Yellow-ish Green, though her whites are red from repeated drug use
Body Type: Muscled
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 153
Clothing and Armor: Blood-Splatter wears a worn leather duster, ragged and punctured in many places from bullets. It is armored with steel and leather in several places, such as her shoulder and sides. An aged bandoleer, covered in shotgun shells and .50 MG, hangs across her chest. Under this she wears a dusty set of brown pants, along with a ragged black shirt, oddly warm for the Nevada desert. She always wears a still bright purple bandanna on her scarred head. On her hands she wears a set of dark leather gloves, each with a tarnished steel ring on the top. Similarly, her boots are worn and reinforced, in many places by herself, with steel. On her back she wears a backpack with a worn green ammo box full of bullets, explosives and chems tied to it, along with hooks for her weapons on each side. Her final article of clothing, much to the annoyance of her few friends, are a pair of jet black sunglasses. Even while inside, she wears them, claiming they are "lucky as fuck"
Weapons: Blood-Splatter has a...somewhat unhealthy obsession with weapons, and it shows. On her backpack she carries a heavily modified riot shotgun with a drum and a lightweight anti-material rifle. On her hip she carries a dark, almost black, .223 pistol that she sometime lewdly calls "G-Spot", though she usually just refers to it as "That Gun" if asked. And Blood-Splatter's pride and joy is kept in the old pre-war truck that she fixed up, a downsized fat man along with a box of mini nukes.
Other Items: Several bottles of red hair dye, a set of dog tags with a tiger carved into them, and a modified handheld Pip-Boy 3000 full of bomb recipes, curse filled journal entries and porn.
Personal Information
Religion: Atheist (Though she will sarcastically claim to be "Fucknostic" if asked about her beliefs)
Birthplace: Vault 102, Northern Washington
Sexuality: Homosexual
Favorite Food and drink: She enjoys bramin steak, usually rare, quite a bit. Her favorite alcoholic beverage is whiskey, and another favorite drink of her's is Nuka-Cola, specifically Quantum. She likes it so much in fact, she has gotten in a few fist fights over whether Sunset Sarsaparilla or Nuka-Cola is superior.
Job: Formerly security guard, then raider, currently a bounty hunter and mercenary
Voice: Rough and slightly gravelly, with a very light Canadian accent.
Family: Her Mother and Father in Vault 102, though she severely dislikes both of them and "Hopes they were disemboweled by a deathclaw with blunt claws". She has no siblings, adopted or otherwise.
Birthday: December 25, 2254
Hobbies: Tinkering, Drink mixing, Drug brewing and hookers
Allegiances: Blood-Splatter is a mercenary through and through, and claims no true allegiances to any faction. She plays all sides in the current Mojave conflict, though she favors the NCR and the Legion. Among the NCR she has a reputation of a brutal, honor-less merc that will do anything for caps, and while in the Legion she is seen as a useful abomination, a woman that dares to fight but can kill with the efficiency of a demon. She has a dislike for House, and tries to avoid working for him when she can, though she is not above meddling in the casino's affairs or upgrading securitrons for a few extra caps. Despite working for House on occasion, she does frequent conversations with a smiling robot.
Personality: Blood-Splatter is crass, aggressive, slightly perverted and on occasion, sarcastic. She analyzes most situations by deciding which option would get her more caps, and would let her fight more. She thoroughly enjoys fighting and violence, and she does not deny the little rush she gets after a kill. Many NCR soldiers and legionaries claim that she goes into a blood frenzy after a kill streak and has "accidentally" killed allied soldiers in the past. Blood-Splatter is known to hit on most female allies she has, very directly, and she is frequently denied. Luckily for her she claims, "Hookers aren't argumentative bitches". Blood-Splatter curses constantly, her favorite swear words being "Fuck" and "Bitch", and is sometimes so crass that she is told to stop by her allies, though this only encourages her.
Backstory
Alice Mc'culla was born in Vault 102, and since her birth, she was trouble. In school she would constantly get in fights, she even tried to beat her teacher with a math textbook after a minor argument. Eventually, despite her violent tendencies, Alice graduated from school with the G.E.C.K, and was placed in generator repair. After a few weeks, and after a few explosions and broken bones of the current repair man, she was transferred to security. Alice did this for a few years, attempting to rule her station with an iron fist. Eventually, she got in a dispute with a small gang that had formed in the vault, the Polar Bears, and she handled the situation with....more than brutality. By the end most of the members were bleeding on the ground, and their leader, Tommy, bled to death. Alice saw nothing wrong, but the rest of the vault dwellers were horrified. The Overseer attempted to have Alice arrested, though the rowdy young woman did not respond well. 2 guards were left in a bleeding heap, and Alice dashed for the vault entrance. Her parents tried to meet her at the entrance, though she threatened her father with her standard issue 10mm pistol, and pushed her mother down. Alice left the vault, looking for something to do in the damned world she found.
Alice traveled for several weeks, eventually finding out tribes and societies have formed, and started to take what she needed. She gave up her birth name after she started to raid, taking up the nickname she gave herself during games in childhood, Blood-Splatter. She raided for a while on her own, killing to survive, though eventually she found a gang to join up with, The Hellcats. Blood-Splatter ran with the Hellcats for a few years, raiding tribes, ambushing caravans and even taking the occasional bounty on other gangs. This all ended when the Hellcats destroyed a lost NCR caravan, a caravan which 2 young soldiers escaped from. Within a few weeks a squad of bounty hunters were sent north, and the Hellcats were demolished, all but one of the raiders who escaped by tearing her way through the hunters with an old 10mm and a hunting shotgun.
After the massacre, Blood-Splatter blindly fled south, fleeing the bounty hunters. Eventually she came to a courier office claiming to be connected to the "Mojave Express" .Seeing that it could get her out of the hunter's grasp, she begged for a job, and when she was denied, punched a courier in the face and asked again. After she got the job she was told to bring a platinum chip to New Vegas, an easy task that would get aggressive woman to the Mojave, and away from the bounty hunters.
But then, as Blood-Splatter says herself "She was shot in the fucking face by an asshole who dressed like a board game."
"You should've just given me what I wanted, dickwipe. Now beg, beg before I shove this shotgun up your fucking ass and pull the trigger."
