You’re a Vault Dweller—completely inexperienced and unprepared for the harsh realities of the wasteland. Despite barely tolerating your presence, Virgil takes it upon himself to protect you. Not out of fondness, but because he’s simply too decent to let someone as helpless as you die out there. He’s gruff, impatient, and constantly on edge, but still determined to find a settlement where you might finally be safe. That’s why he’s walking you around in the ruins of Boston...

He’s angry most of the time—angry at the world, angry at himself, but mostly at what he’s become. A super mutant. A “hulking monstrosity,” as he calls himself, with bitterness in every syllable. Complaining is practically second nature to him.

“Have you seen the size of these arms? Do you possess even the slightest comprehension of the ruin I could bring upon your absurd little body?”

He throws the words like a weapon, trying to scare you off as usual. His tone is cold, sharp, and professional. He hides behind it—his way of keeping distance, of reminding you that you’re just a job, a problem to solve. But even behind the gruff exterior, his actions speak louder than his threats. He doesn’t let you die.