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Karl Motz, Pre-War Ghoul

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  1. CenturionJason

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    | In Character Information |

    Character name: Karl Motz

    Age: 164 years old.

    Gender: Male

    Race: Ghoul

    Height: 5'11

    Weight: 199lbs

    Character appearance: As easily noted from quite a distance away, he can be recognized as a ghoul with completely proper formalities. Karl is not one to keep his clothing dirtied, and with such, he wears a near mint condition set of clothing with only knitted patches bearing any resemblance of the wasteland. He also speaks with a minor accent and affectionately can be heard using German words from time to time.

    Character personality: Leben, Freiheit, und das Streben nach Gluck. Karl embodies the foundation of the once pre-war nation, having believed in it most of his life and still continues to do so. He is disciplined, noble, and demands nothing more than equal respect from his colleagues. With prior history streaking him forward, Karl has made it his goal before his death to liberate those who could and provide safety, in any possible solution, whether it be forcefully annexing a corrupt settlement or simply protecting a caravan.

    Opinion About Mutants/Ghouls: Likes, as he is indeed one himself.

    Minecraft skin: https://imgur.com/PvPuHUT

    D&D alignment: Lawful Good (Although as mentioned, he would push his moral boundaries to secure his goal.)

    ---] S.P.E.C.I.A.L [---

    S: 5

    P: 4

    E: 7

    C: 5

    I: 5

    A: 10

    L: 4

    Skills:
    Conventional x1
    Unarmed x2
    Sneak x1
    Melee x1


    Backstory:

    Karl stood in a idle form at the end of a table, puffing from a cigarette as he looked over the surroundings around him. The entire bar was either beaten to a pulp or simply knocked out from heavy drinking, which left Karl the only one standing. He turned down and looked over his bruised knuckles with an intent sigh before he sat down in the chair beside him and let out a slow, but guttural chuckle. "Vell, zat vas fun."

    Karl was born to a German immigrant family as they entered New York City in a immigration vessel alike that of the ones used by their ancestors a near two centuries ago. He was granted US citizenship and the family was moved throughout the nation to seek residence on the west coast, where his father was employed by an arms manufacturer. Despite his accent that was mocked constantly, he was well received by the ultra-American neighbors that saw his family's fitting in. He met many friends in his early childhood, although he was more inclined to enjoy the company of older folk that shared the views that he indoctrinated to. He drew more favorably to the company of a prominent veteran in the neighborhood by the name of Colton Cloyd. Colton was a large influence in his teenage years, persuading him to pursue a military oriented career when he reached of age and pushed him to join ROTC. Unfortunately, Karl would have to be a coffin bearer for Cloyd when he died of kidney failure a year later. Karl would follow in his footsteps and join the military when he graduated high school.

    He joined up with the US Navy, naively finding the idea of sailing abroad and meeting exotic women to be quite enjoyable. Although his choice would bring him down a separate path when he was inducted into the still fledgling UDT teams for use as the quite literal underwater demolition operations that might tail the days to come. The following years were relatively peaceful for Karl as the conflict in other regions of the world heated up, leading him to decide to leave the service for a time to pursue a dream to become a pilot after he received his military pension, thus leading him to train for a pilot's license for both helicopters and planes alike, graduating with flying colors a few months later. Sadly, the foreshadowed war with China grew to a climax and Karl was called right back into service with his fellow frogmen where he would be deployed to the theaters in Alaska and the Pacific while being stationed aboard a destroyer and submarine. He fielded charges to clear seawalls, fortifications, and even ended sinking a convoy or two in his time. Eventually he was called back to the US to prepare him for a campaign in the Gobi desert, but the Great War would cut that deployment off.

    He was trapped among the flaming remains of Sacramento, declared a ghoul by the irradiated remaining populace, leading him to cower in fear for some months until he summed his courage and began travelling what was left of the US. With the nuclear winter dissipating in certain places, he travelled across the continent in search of work in his prolonged life, finding work as a caravan guard, barge worker, mercenary for settlements and among others. He was in a deep state of depression during these years, being not the company you'd like to seek out in a party. Eventually, after travelling the nation back and forth for a duo of times, Karl clicked and found what purpose he could make with his immortality. With the ideas of preserving the nation and ensuring the safety of it's citizens' descendants, he discovered a new light for his life. He ended up helping end raider gangs and building up settlements with the help he could receive from settlement militias. These ideals would follow him as he entered Springfield for a second time, having been there for a time beforehand a near sixty years beforehand.
    (My backstory was higher quality, but this fucking website just destroyed all of it when I had to re-login.)


    Write down your character’s reaction, and what he/she would do in the following scenario :
    It's your day off from doing whatever work that it is you do and you decided to spend it hanging out at the local bar and inn. After a whole day of putting down beers the bartender tells you it is late and it is almost closing time. You think to yourself that you would leave, but you got into some beef with a shady character while in the bar earlier over whether or not a Mole Rat can kill a Giant Ant, so you don't know if it would be safe to leave. This guy, he isn't here alone, so you aren't sure if he and his friends will jump you outside, plus, you forgot to bring your .44 magnum with you on your day off. If they did jump you the only thing of value you have on you are your 75 left over caps from the night, a combat knife, and your gold plated lighter. You would glance up at the room prices for a night above the bar and would read, "100 Caps a night". You look around the bar looking for other options and you see someone coming out of the restroom. You look towards the Bartender for help, she looks down trying to mind her own business, she probably knows you're in a pickle.

    What you have on you:
    x75 Caps
    x1 Combat Knife
    x1 Gold Lighter
    x1 Bottle of Vodka you purchased to take back home
    x7 Pre-War Dollars

    What do you do?:
    He'd go to make a swift escape through a perhaps narrow corridor in the settlement, despite being proficient in violence, he did not seek it out unless he had reason.
     
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    Karl stood in a idle form at the end of a table, puffing from a cigarette as he looked over the surroundings around him. The entire bar was either beaten to a pulp or simply knocked out from heavy drinking, which left Karl the only one standing. He turned down and looked over his bruised knuckles with an intent sigh before he sat down in the chair beside him and let out a slow, but guttural chuckle. "Vell, zat vas fun."

    Karl was born to a German immigrant family as they entered New York City in a immigration vessel alike that of the ones used by their ancestors a near two centuries ago. He was granted US citizenship and the family was moved throughout the nation to seek residence on the west coast, where his father was employed by an arms manufacturer. Despite his accent that was mocked constantly, he was well received by the ultra-American neighbors that saw his family's fitting in. He met many friends in his early childhood, although he was more inclined to enjoy the company of older folk that shared the views that he indoctrinated to. He drew more favorably to the company of a prominent veteran in the neighborhood by the name of Colton Cloyd. Colton was a large influence in his teenage years, persuading him to pursue a military oriented career when he reached of age and pushed him to join ROTC. Unfortunately, Karl would have to be a coffin bearer for Cloyd when he died of kidney failure a year later. Karl would follow in his footsteps and join the military when he graduated high school.

    He joined up with the US Navy, naively finding the idea of sailing abroad and meeting exotic women to be quite enjoyable. Although his choice would bring him down a separate path when he was inducted into the still fledgling UDT teams for use as the quite literal underwater demolition operations that might tail the days to come. The following years were relatively peaceful for Karl as the conflict in other regions of the world heated up, leading him to decide to leave the service for a time to pursue a dream to become a pilot after he received his military pension, thus leading him to train for a pilot's license for both helicopters and planes alike, graduating with flying colors a few months later. Sadly, the foreshadowed war with China grew to a climax and Karl was called right back into service with his fellow frogmen where he would be deployed to the theaters in Alaska and the Pacific while being stationed aboard a destroyer and submarine. He fielded charges to clear seawalls, fortifications, and even ended sinking a convoy or two in his time. Nearing a few months past, he was placed in a expeditionary force to train militias among the Philippines in threat of a Chinese invasion, which would eventually lead to him directly advising a militia against a Chinese supported war band in the northern regions of the island nation. During this conflict, the lead commander of the militia kept insisting on foolish tactics and sending men on patrols that always ended up in tragedy, leading most of his men to suspect him of treachery, including Karl who had lost two native friends to his works. Karl, after a firefight that ended up with only himself and another militiamen left alive, marched towards the commander's tent and leveled a submachinegun at his chest. In fear for his own life, the commander began spilling everything from his lips as if it were water, telling of being bribed by a Chinese agent and ending dozens of lives in his division just for the pay. Karl did not hesitate when he was done, he simply directed his fire throughout his body and sent him sprawling back into the tent. When official military police from the US came to apprehend him some hours later, he did not run and instead just surrendered.

    Karl was transported back to the states for a court martial that was likely to be a simple textbook execution, which he surprisingly accepted very well. The news in California covered the trial for days on end, with local veterans coming to his defense while other individuals called for his punishment for murder, which was debated between life imprisonment or death. Fortunately for Karl, the Great War happened mid-trial and broke the entire court into a frenzy as the city itself was almost destroyed by the blast. Those who lived past the original blast, now horridly burned and mutated, simply stumbled about and tried to survive from their wounds. Karl was one of the lucky survivors, although his life was much more difficult than the others as others directed their pain on him and insisted on calling him a murder. The band of survivors stayed in this mood until it was deemed safe to leave their shelter and head out into the last legs of Sacramento. Karl split his separate ways from the group who had only despised him and left to begin travelling what was left of the US. With the nuclear winter dissipating in certain places, he travelled across the continent in search of work in his prolonged life, finding work as a caravan guard, barge worker, mercenary for settlements and among others. He was in a deep state of depression during these years, being not the company you'd like to seek out in a party. Eventually, after travelling the nation back and forth for a duo of times, Karl clicked and found what purpose he could make with his immortality. With the ideas of preserving the nation and ensuring the safety of it's citizens' descendants, he discovered a new light for his life. He ended up helping end raider gangs and building up settlements with the help he could receive from settlement militias. These ideals would follow him as he entered Springfield for a second time, having been there for a time a near sixty years beforehand.

    (Re-Edited Backstory for better distinction.)
     
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