Lazy Kitsune Wrote:Name: Loretta Shepherd
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/20686206
Background: A jet junkie, chem cook and drifter, Loretta lost her father in the NCR war effort against Super Mutants before she was even born. She was raised in the Hub with her twin sister Caroline, although their mother sold them for caps to one of the local gun runners before they could properly fend for themselves. Fed and sheltered based on the merits of her menial labour, and the luck of their owner having a positive disposition towards them that day, Loretta learned early on to look after herself first and foremost. She and her sister would often have to compete for tasks to earn food - a habit which only got worse once their boss got them hooked on chems when they were older to try and keep them dependent and indebt to him.
Loretta wasn't above using her looks to get what she wanted, but she was worried by what her owner might expect from her in order to pay off her debts and didn't plan to stick around to find out. She managed to pool together what few caps her sister and her had to their name and managed to get herself tied to a caravan travelling eastward to Nevada. This left Caroline behind to face the Hub on her own, but Loretta had learned long ago from their own mother that everyone was expendable, even family - and whatever guilt she might feel she had to push aside and wash away with chems.
Her caravan was attacked by the Legion while in the Mojave, and most were killed or taken captive. Except for Loretta who spent no time wasting on helping fight the once tribal marauders and fled, taking care of herself first. She eventually found herself in the company of the Khans and learned to cook chems of her own from them, though no longer one to stay in one place for too long she began to wander, eager to keep one foot ahead of the war and tag along with whichever group seemed to be the safest to walk with at the time.
SPECIAL Stats (40 points to spend, min 1 max 10)
Strength: 2
Endurance: 1
Perception: 7
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 8
Agility: 6
Luck: 6
Tag Skills: Science, Speech, Lockpick
Turn Ons: Teasing, toying with emotions, cuckolding, using sex for leverage, drugged / drunk sex, potential slow burn romance
Turn Offs: Guro, vore, scat, toilet play, pedo, insects and arachnids
From the Mojave to your present travails you were definitely a long way from home now. The environments you traveled, gangs, people, cities. They were nothing like what you would find back in the NCR. There was certainly a lot less civilization going on. Passing through a good 3rd of what was formerly known as the United States of America you suspected that you've ended up somewhere in Louisiana after managing to hitch a ride with a trader caravan through Texas which you heard that its Brotherhood Chapter was completely wiped out recently. And why you might not be one to put much stock into such organizations it just lit red lights everywhere deciding that there were greener pastures elsewhere. Which brings us to the present as you end up on a boat making your way toward the most populous city in all of Louisiana. Old Orleans, or what the locals call the now flooded streets of pre-war New Orleans. A city that floated and shifted literally as various gangs vied for control of the whole of the city cutting connectors and hitting parts of their floating city to other parts a rival faction might control.
You and the trade caravan settle down in the Royalist district, the old French Quarter of New Orleans having reverted to a monarchy of sorts. Lavish buildings, good food, lots of trade, but it was clear that even something was brewing underneath the gilded surface. The Royalists werent the strongest faction, but they certainly werent the weakest either. For now you stuck with the caravan. It's leader was a serious and pragmatic woman who might look ditzy on the surface, but was willing to lazer or explode anything that would pose a threat to her Caravan. Her name is Mel Tran and she turns to you after ordering a couple of her work hands around.
She is wearing pre-war combat armor.
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
"Well Old Orleans, as promised, sure we cant convince you to stick around? I know legion's not really around much these days, just remnants, but it certainly makes me feel safer to have an extra hand working the brahmin or keeping an eye out while we do our salvaging." She hands you a sack of caps (200 caps), a reward for your protection services and other salvaging help. Regardless of your answer Mel replies with a
"Well, alrighty then, myself and the rest of the boys in Red-Star Salvage will be here for the next few days, come find us if you need anything." Mel tips her hat off to you as she bids you farewell.
