#spid writes

Name: Gavin David Free

Age: 98 (was 28 when he mutated into a Glowing One, was born in 2189)

Sex: Male

Location: The Lighthouse on the coast in the commonwealth

Summary: Gavin is a devout religious zealot, praising Atom and believing that through true division he will attain the highest level of enlightenment and join Atom. Months after his 28th birthday, after years of radiation exposure from sullied water and food, Gavin decays into a ghoul, but not an ordinary ghoul. He mutates into a Glowing One, and somehow maintains his mental capacity, making him the only sentient Glowing One in all of the Commonwealth. He is seen as a deity because of his glowing nature and is locked away in the light reservoir of a lighthouse, where he is worshiped as the Messenger of Atom. He is discovered and freed by Michael, and he slowly leaves his devotion to Atom behind when he sees the destruction caused and hears the horror stories that Michael tells from before times.

Name: Jeremy Nicholas Dooley

Age: 25 (Born 2262)

Sex: Male

Location: Lived aboard the Prydwen and later Diamond city

Summary: Jeremy was the Brotherhood’s youngest, a Paladin at 19, and he led his own squad on recon missions in the commonwealth. One such run ended in disaster when Jeremy was abandoned by his soldiers, and left for dead while they retreated back to the Prydwen. Jeremy tried unsuccessfully to get back to his brothers, and settled in Diamond City as a Private detective.

Name: Ray Narvaez Jr.

Age: 24 (Born 2263)

Sex: Male

Location: Far Harbor

Summary: Ray lived in an underground complex for most of his young life, scavenging and scraping by until he could buy enough supplies to finally begin producing Grog, a drug that increases Strength, damage resistance, and adrenaline. After selling to the limited amount of business at Far Harbor, he paid to get to the commonwealth, where he headed for Diamond City to begin mass producing and selling his new drug in the hopes of making a name of himself.

Name: James Ryan Haywood (Institute designation RH-86)

Age: Indeterminate

Sex: He’s a robot buddy

Location: The Institute or around the commonwealth, when on a mission

Summary: Ryan (RH-86) is a third generation synth designed for tracking and recovery. He is a courser made to bring back the synths that have escaped the Institute, a mercenary of sorts. Being a third generation synth he is indistinguishable from any other human, and will even bleed if injured. Controversy regarding if 3rd gen synths have free will and personalities is hotly debated, but Ryan does what he is ordered to do, and will do anything it takes to protect the only home he’s known.

Name: Jack Shannon Pattillo (Bullseye)

Age: 34 (Born 2253)

Sex: Trans woman, underwent a beta of gene therapy that she found in a lab after the war

Location: Unknown

Summary: Jack is one of the top agents of the Railroad, and underground movement to free synths, and is constantly moving and changing. She risked death taking an experimental drug that would alter her genes to get rid of a male body she didn’t feel comfortable in. It worked, and so far Jack has not aged since. Jack has been with the Railroad almost since its beginning and goes by the codename Bullseye after the second leader was killed and their base exposed. No one knows her real name, and she’s not likely to tell anyone.

Name: Geoffrey Lazer Ramsey

Age: 190 (Born in 2097, twenty years after the bombs fell, still alive in 2287)

Sex: Male

Personality: Clever, witty and laid-back, Protective of his close friends

Location: Lexington until 2198. Wandered and found Goodneighbor months later.

Summary: Geoff was born 20 years after the bombs fell and inherited his grandfather’s pipe pistol, which he’s kept all the way throughout his life. At the age of 21 Geoff began to deteriorate, and within months Geoff had become a full blown ghoul, and retained his mental capacity. Upon discovery, his house was built over a radioactive dumping ground, causing him to mutate rapidly. Due to him being a ghoul, he lives an extremely long life, and opens a bar in the fall of 2185, named the Fallout Blast, set up on the outskirts of Lexington. It was a center of trade along the way from Diamond city to the rest of the commonwealth, until his bar was taken by raiders in  2198. He wandered and settled in Goodneighbor, where he still lives in 2287.

Name: Michael  Vincent Jones

Age: 26 (Technically 236 after 210 years in cryostasis. Born in 2051)

Sex: Male

Personality: Fiery, Protective and Loyal. Blunt at times but surprisingly tactful.

Location: Resident of Sanctuary Hills and later Vault 636

Summary: Michael Jones is a former soldier from the US Army who served for four years before being deployed back to the US. He was set to go back to join the fight in the spring of 2078, but didn’t due to atomic bombs being dropped on all of the United States. He was cryogenically frozen within a pod for 200 years until the system failed, causing him to wake up as all of the pods were opened. Strangely, none of the other residents of the vault survived, and Michael exits the vault to find answers about the new world. 

Hands shake, grab at memories in a desperate attempt to keep him here. “Please, please don’t leave me.”

Ragged breath fills the room, harsh sobs and the faint drip of tears hitting the grass create a symphony of unsaid things, an ocean of ‘I wish’ and ‘I should have done better.’ It is never enough. Why can it never be enough? Knees hit the floor, sobs holding agony and cradling a world of regret as his name is wailed, despondent and aching. “Geoff- Geoff please I don’t want to- I can’t-”

Lips, soft and damp with tears press against his forehead, trembling in fear and leaving a thousand goodbyes upon his lips, but none being said. Michael looks up, sees the face of a thousand good memories in one sad smile, and he reaches out, arms shaking with the effort of his grievance. Sees the same shirt and tattered jeans he’s seen everyday, carved into his memory like a blue mosaic. “C’mon Mikey, chin up. It’ll be okay.”

“No, please don’t say that, I can’t do this without you.” A plea, hopeless and raw, and one that Michael has said a thousand times. A thousand and one, fallen from his lips in a desperate attempt to keep him here. To bring him back. “Geoff I don’t want to take over- I can’t, who will I look up to- who will tell them, guide them? I can’t be that for them.”

“Don’t say that kid, you’ll do just fine. After all, you learned after the best, didn’t you?” Michael chokes on a sob, leans into time worn hands that wipe away his tears, and he shakes his head.

“I can’t, please don’t go. I don’t want you to go. I can’t.” Michael whispers, broken and alone.

“Don’t worry Michael, if you need me, just look up.”

“You won’t be here, how am I supposed to look up when I need you? I look up now and all I see is the heavens, silent and waiting. Am I supposed to go up there, Geoff?”

“No, no Michael, you stay right here on the ground. You have people depending on you.”

“But you do too, how come you get to leave them?” Michael’s voice cracks, and he finds the strength within himself to stand, shoulders slumped with the weight of Geoff’s absence. “Why did you get to leave me?”