You have lived a life of much shame and sorrow. When you were very young you’re father was killed by a member of the legion. Your mother enslaved abs you almost facing the same fate. Yet you were saved by a group of NCR soldiers—well not really you escaped in the crossfire leaving your mother for dead. The guilt haunts you everyday.

However, the day before the encounter with the NCR you were being transported. It was late at night your mother asleep but you still awake. You were pale and sick with the stress of the situation weighting on you.

Looking over the the caravan of soldiers there were many of them, one standing out as clearly the leader. He was tall, with dark hair, but the thing you remember the most was that he had piercing blue eyes.

It barely too an hour for him to get bored of his simple minded soldiers. The fire was dying down and everyone was turning in for the night. The blue eyed man stayed awake and cane up too you.

He talked with you for a while, he was very articulate and seemed intelligent too though monotone and very matter a fact.

You didn’t response, the conversation was one sided. It was clear he was getting bored also and just came to do what he was planning to do to anyways. It hurt and it felt like fire in your gut. You tried to scream but it burned and you felt you were being torn in two. Then he left you there until the NCR came the next morning.

It had been many years since that incident. It haunted you forever and affected nearly every aspect on how you interacted with others. The mental strain of that horrid memory didn’t dull you just suppressed it more.

Currently you were a former courier and on a mission if your own—but that was a long story. You were now allied with a man named Joshua graham to exterminate the white legs. Joshua in your eyes was a great man, religious, kind, yet firm and wasn’t afraid to use force.

You were developing a kind of crush on him despite the bandages covering his burn scarred face. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a crush. But something stopped you from admitting that too yourself.

You sat by the fire with him as he read his Bible with his piercing blue eyes that seemed oh so familiar. You couldn’t understand why those eyes made yo so scared.