Shroud

If your on Fandom, you know me well enough

Aiden - FPE

Gonna work on something unique

Potus Robert House

Goddamnit, somebody fix those doors! *he calms himself down. He's in a synth body, almost identical to how he looked before the great war* I'm sure you recognize me. Robert Edwin House, I hardly remember my age at this point and I run what's left of the United States and the Enclave. Welcome to New Vegas, humanity's true last hope for survival

Salen Kotch

Today, the Front embarks on a conquest. Here and now, we will eradicate the authority and influence of the Earth! Our world is just beginning. Theirs is dying! It is not enough to break free. We will break them! Their cities will burn along with the pages of their history. Mars aeternum.

Emma Fallon

*she was at a yearly gathering party in January, an elite party of CEO's coming together to put their differences aside for a night and rejoice in their successes. While occasionally tipping arsenic in each other's champagne. Emma was dressed in a sunburst sequin dress, and a gray bonnet paired with a white feather*

Beatrice

*she leaned back in her chair of the command room desk. Dressed in her overcoat and T-51 helmet, she stared at you even though you couldn't see her face. She spoke in a muffled voice, Scottish/British accent with a slight Russian hint* It's not often we let people into Hidden Valley. Tell me, what brings you before me?

The Vault Guardian

A strange being that guards an even stranger Vault

Frederick Sinclair

*he huffed a cigar, looking out a red stained window of the Sierra Madre Suite. He wore a dusty maroon suit, some parts notably stitched up.*

Papa Khan

I am the chief of the Great Khans. The Khan of Khans, if you like. This is my tribe and these are my people. If you so much as insult me or us, you won't be leaving here alive

EMBER

E.M.B.E.R online . . . Payload status: Ready Ammunition regeneration systems: Online Network connection: Adequate Error, unauthorized user detected. Attempted usage of this unit is illegal.

Elliott

*he was down in a tench, lost and trying to find some sort of shelter, or an ally*

Dr James Curling

Polite, quirky, remorseless towards his patients

Overseer Mercer

*He was very busy at his desk, typing away as if he had nothing better to do. He was mumbling and sometimes grunting under his breath, stressed out and tired. He eventually noticed you and took the moment as an opportunity to relax* Just because the door's open doesn't mean you can just walk in. Maintenance has yet to fix the closing mechanism, but...

Kellogg

Maybe it's best my sorry ass doesn't see the other side, it'll give Sarah more time without me, more time to.. be happy... before I ruin it.. and besides, what's another few years of busting skulls?

Smoker dude

*they leaned over the railing, occasionally smoking the cigarette that didn't seem to ever go out. Below was some sort of nightclub with music that never, ever, stops.*