Main profile (if applicable):Full birth name: Winston; the name Freedman didn't come until later
Aliases/nicknames:Species: Human
Subspecies/Class:Age: 47
Sex/Gender: Male
Height: 7'0"
Skin color: Tanned
Hair color/style: Dark brown, close-cropped yet shaggy
Eye color: Blue
Scars/identifying marks:-Faded slave brand on left cheek
-Whipping scars on back
-He's flipping huge!
Personality/demeanor: Winston keeps himself to himself, having neither the mind nor the energy for pointless small talk. He doesn't go out of his way to help people, not for free anyway, and though he doesn't intend it he often comes off gruff and rude. He is very patient when it comes to others, finding it easier just to let them jabber away into thin air, but that patience wears very thin, very fast when it comes to raiders and slavers. He has no mercy for their ilk, and will hunt them down relentlessly if he finds any. He is also smarter than most people give him credit for, although most won't ever figure that out since he rarely says much at once.
Alignment: Neutral Good
Profession: Mercenary for pay; Abolitionist for free
Group/faction: None
Resistances: He is very strong and very tough, and with his armor is seemingly impervious to the attacks of lesser mortals; his monstrous constitution lets him imbibe alcohol for days on end, and he is incredibly stubborn
Weaknesses: He is also very slow, thanks to a bum leg that he still walks with a limp on; he is also socially inept, preferring to hang in back and let others do the talking
Fears/phobias: Merinthophobia, or "fear of being tied down"; he cannot stand restraints or fetters of any kind, and even something as simple as a lasso can bring out a madly irrational response in him
Overall physical health: Excellent
Diseases: Alcoholism
Psychiatric/mental diseases: Mild social anxiety
SPECIAL/StatisticsStrength (STR): 9
Perception (PER): 6
Endurance (END): 9
Charisma (CHA): 2
Intelligence (INT): 5
Agility (AGL): 3
Luck (LUC): 6
Appearance
assets2.ignimgs.com/2015/08/11/2015-08-11-154007-greenshotjpg-67c27f_765w.jpgEquipment details (please add as needed):
Home-made Battle Gauntlets - thick sheets bent around and strapped to the forearms, and heavy gloves covered in spikes and studs and more metal, these serve as both weapon and shield
Lever-action Shotgun - a simple weapon, that Winston is strong enough to wield effectively in one hand
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Home-made Metal Armor - what started as a leather armor project has grown into this massive amalgamation of stuff that takes; road signs, sheet metal, and bits of armor torn away from past foes, it takes a while to put on and would probably immobilize a weaker person, but Winston is slow enough as it is and is strong enough to wear the weight easily. It has been upgraded with Raider Power Armor components; Winston can't fit into most PA frames, so he had to take the pieces and work them into his existing suit. It offers better protection than ever, now.
Raider-style Helmet - Appearing as a reinforced welding mask, it complements the latest upgrades to the rest of his armor, and keeps his ears warm to boot!
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Possessions - ammo and tools to keep his gear in shape, a canteen for water, a flashlight for seeing in the dark, and binoculars for seeing into the distance
Clothing - under his armor, Winston wears sturdy clothes to prevent chafing
Any other information:
Born into slavery in the remnants of the Texas oil fields, Winston knew nothing but misery and toil until he was six years old, when he beat up five other boys before any grownups could break up the fight. Far from being in trouble, though, his raider masters were impressed, and marked him for the gladiatorial pits. Not much of an improvement, but at least he was fed decently so he could grow powerful and keep in shape.
In spite of that he didn't actually kill anyone until he was 17 years old, when in a match with one of the Big Boss's elite fighters he got his leg broken. The man made the mistake of turning his back on the boy, whereupon he lunged up and broke his neck. He was treated for the break, but he'd wear a leg brace for years afterward, and his already limited agility took a big hit. He learned to compensate for the injury and the loss of skill, but never again would he leave his legs vulnerable.
In time he was promoted, and in his 20s there was a mass revolt among the lesser slaves. He was expected to aid in its suppression, but to their surprise he joined in, killing the Big Boss before the other guards could react and turning his fists on them too. Afterward the other slaves expected him to step up and lead them, but he just scowled and shrugged; he was a damn pit fighter, what did they expect? He couldn't lead them out of a wet paper bag! Absent a real leader they all kind of scattered, and Winston followed some of the younger ones east toward the Atlantic coast.
The journey taught him much, like how to beat things into shape so he could cobble some armor together. He also learned that slavery was widespread, and he always stopped to smash up whatever gang he heard of; apart from that he was happy to take peoples' caps for whatever nasty work had to be done, and he was good at nasty work. Soon his gloves were permanently stained a dark, dull red from all the blood they spilled, which he decided not to wash off.
Twenty years after leaving Texas, after wandering through the worst of what wasteland America had to offer, he finally arrived in the Commonwealth, where he discovered that war never changes and people are more or less all the same. Diamond City was nice enough to look at, though, so he settled in and made himself at home, whether the natives liked it or not. People expected more than one name to a man, so he took to calling himself Freedman, and since he was a free man regardless of the brand on his face, it made enough sense to work with.
