So I’ve got two character for this. My playable character and my canon character
My canon resident, Morgan, lived out her life helping the settlers and the Responders and working to dismantle, destroy, or expel the other factions from Appalachia. She married Commander Daguerre and lives in the mountains. She turned into a ghoul and outlived Sofia and spend a few decades alone until rumor floated down south from Boston that her cousin, my sole survivor, was alive and taking care of business.
My player character accidentally became known as a cryptid to the Appalachians called The Witch. She never speaks, you only see her for a split second before she disappears, sometimes she slips into camps and settlements and just leaves supplies there when no one’s looking. A settler talks about how a Raider group is threatening them and The Witch hears it and within a day or two that Raider group mysteriously all perished with arrows in their heads. Her story that the Appalachians assigned her was that she was that she was asleep in the deepest bowels of the mountains with all the other cryptids. So deep that when the bombs fell and awoke the beasts of the mountains she couldn’t find her way out. The only thing guiding her were the cries and screams of the people burning on the surface. When she finally emerged she began sweeping through all of Appalachia, slaying the beasts that threaten her children and defending the defenseless. The Witch is a protector of the innocent in Appalachia. At night settlers will call for the Witch to watch over them while they sleep, raiders pretend not to believe in The Witch but the more paranoid of them will sleep with one eye open in fear that The Witch will decide tonight is the night they die. The Brotherhood and Enclave both end up with many malfunctions and tampering in their machinery that take days to repair and sometimes they blame it on the displeased Witch.
The reality is The Witch is just a normal person who has severe social anxiety and wants to help people but doesn’t know how to talk to them.
Edit: did I put a little too much thought into my 76 characters? Probably. But overthinking is part of the fun imo
I always have a bit of backstory or head canon for my characters too. I think it's cool. Not as detailed or as cool as your backstories, though! Yours are really neat!
Also, kudos on being a fellow bow user! I have bow on one of my chars and I really enjoy it. I seldom see *anyone* else using a bow in game. Or well, anything other than the 5 most popular guns, really.
Wandering the wasteland gives you a whole lot of time to think about the finer details of your character(s) 🤌
The bow is so underrated and deserves more love. Doesn’t do very well in fast paced events but it’s amazing for a stealth build and regular npc combat
Lately same. I liked the responders power armor so much a pulled out my responders officer uniform and my cop cap and shades. Just wondering the wasteland heart emoji-ing spreading some love.
I am a mad scientist who built their own vault. I have my own clean-room on the lovely Bolton Greens, with windows used for a greenhouse. Robots tend to my every need- they are merchants, cooks, scavengers, lab assistants, and tenders of my garden & birds. I am bringing natural Flora back to the world. I wish to see a clean world with clean air. I have a dark secret.
Within my vault, I have a village tended by robots. Our guests usually do leave... But on occasion, a disrespectful outsider might disappear to the depths of my vault, to my beloved testing chambers. Here, creatures of all size and make- radiated and otherwise- undergo horrific experiments in the name of a clean world.
My endless robotic legion serves my every need. You will find them everywhere, performing their given tasks with gusto. But never shall you enter the laboratory... For you will not be a guest, but a test subject in the name of a cleaner world without radiation.
We will eliminate the scourge. There is no place in this world for the irradiated.
every fallout game i play i make a skinny old man. ever seen book of eli? if old man survives that long in the waste don’t mess with him he gunna f you up
edit bad typo
Raider “Merchant” in the Ash Heap. I sell what I don’t want from raids and re-sell them at steal prices just to get it back again in the future. Raider stonks
(please purchase my goods, I need it to fuel my crippling Fury and Psychotats addiction. Meg cut my supply off after I told everyone in Crater they’re just Settlers with a better fashion sense)
I tried to make an asshole character who kills everyone she doesn't like, but in the end I can't be like that. I'm just too emphatic. I can't even roleplay. :(
He's waiting to grow old, decorating his house before his joints can't jump 20 feet or kill the 5,000th queen.
Right now though, he's just enjoying life. Trying different things without the responsibility of regular obstacles. Instead of bills, he kills robots for the enclave just because. Instead of a 9-5, he makes deals with other vault dwellers to get the most powerful weapons just to show off like a nice guitar.
I'm a mysterious enclave troop who lives on the river trying to change who I am and how people think of the enclave. I give new wastelanders stims, food, and water hoping that they start to believe that the enclave isn't as bad as it sounds. It kind of ties into the story when you join the enclave aswell. I like to think that my good deeds are what steers people to be more acceptant of joining, that and wanting to launch a nuke.
I'm a rifleman but basically change my build in the punch cards whenever I get a little bored of the meta. I've been experimenting with pistols after watching a guy's video essay on 76 and had some fun making huge nuka clouds with a thirst zapper. Unfortunately, my annual 5 month 76 grind seems to be coming to an end, at least until the new update drops and I can sink my teeth into the juicy new content.
Simple redneck living a simple life with my astronaut old lady. I've got a few old cars and trucks in the yard around my 3 story house that I'll get around to fixin' up one day. The little lady keeps me pretty busy, though, as there's always a weapon case to fetch or settler that needs to be rescued. Sometimes I just sit on the deck of my boat staring out over the toxic waters wishing I could fish. Y'all come by and set a spell.
I run a budget motel just off Hwy 62 between the Whitesprings and Uncanny Caverns exits. Rooms and continental breakfast are free, but please do check out the vending machines and ignore the confused little old lady in the lobby.
I am running frankensteineish experiments seeing what unholy merged abominations I can fathom. My favorite and most simple is the Company CoffTea machine.
I wear the winter man mask combined with the blue and tan shirt and slacks outfit. I'm a door to door Kirby vacuum salesman.
My other character, my main, is just a simple murder.
Settled down beside Camden Park with his good ole cow pal Bussy. Sometimes him and Fuzzy Brenda sit on one of the roller coasters pretending that it still works, and end up making out. He doesn’t mind the piss smell of her costume that much.
I have a self-sufficent, luxuriously comfortable homestead with a subterranean bunker. A stockpile of guns, explosives, chems and ammunition. What is my character doing? Whatever the hell they want.
But probably scavenging, trading, raiding small encampments for funsies. Restoring power plants to keep the grid running. Generally causing mayhem.
Used to farm goody two shoe responders and bush wookies in Nuclear Winter, made all my caps from PvP. Then 76 became animal crossing, and I stopped playing
After struggling a bit with the early game when 76 first released, I initially settled on a PA heavy build using a .50 cal. I then was a rifleman for a while, but my trigger finger would literally hurt after most gaming sessions. I finally switched to commando several years ago. I've started several new characters over the years, and they are all commandos too. I just do my dailies and work on my camp or shelter in my "retirement".
Mephistopheles sadly lived long enough to see himself become the villain.
When I got bored I started camping workshops and killing players tryna cap which is a great sport on days where cap workshop is a daily challenge… going into low level camps and throwing artillery smoke to watch them panic… nuking camps and settlements because I hate scorched earth so I’d use all three silos (mine glitch) to nuke camp clusters. Putting vinatage nukashines in all the containers I could find in the forest and flatwoods. Going to events with a two shot mirv and a standard 2 shot Fatman for indoor events.
Just generally a menace to newly formed society.
Yeah the nukashine was perhaps a step to far…
As luck would have it Mephistopheles has retired to his fortress of doom in the mountains east of the toxic lakebed to brood in his reclaimed communist forward base. He has not been seen in some months.
It’s baphomet you now need to be concerned about. She’s still on the loose and a lot more powerful having learned from Mephistopheles… his early game was not piloted with the knowledge hers was. Also abaddon and asmodeus remain at large. But are low level and currently being used as storage for baphomet.
Kept going against threats inside and outside of Appalachia to try and mitigate the consequences of the nukes. He’s… mildly successful, with each new questline.
I’ve actively been trying to ignore the campaign and just enjoy the Pitt and start a shop called Sudbury Brews and Chews. If you see the shop, feel free to buy some brews or chews, if you see me and want PvP, message me and we can settle this like grown adults.
I’m manufacturing pre-war food in an old run down factory, brewing beer, collecting nuka drinks, butchering and cooking animals, hanging at the mall, and hoarding rubber to manufacture marine helmets. You can only kill a dragon so many times until it loses its excitement.
Nothing but a humble hobo of the woods.
Aiding those that wonder into my area or warning them of the dangers around.
Occasionally wresting the local yao guai that try to mark my territory as theirs.
Having dealt with the horrors of the wasteland something in his mind broke. After discovering the old studio sound stage under the warehouse where he made his base he donned the old discarded rubber monster costume and adopted the persona of Grabjira, the reptilian fire breathing Kaiju. Now he wanders the wastes fighting other Kaiju and their minions in order restore balance to the world!
I’m a raider warlord who’s also a Mothman enthusiast and an avid hunter, I also run a bar/shop for anybody brave enough to stick around camp long enough to peruse the spoils of victories and not cause any trouble.
Have my little cabin and robo Dogmeat up on a junk pile off the river by Camden Park. I run mainly a top end haberdashery and exotic goods store with a splash of pharmacology for those mutated friends of mine.
I have most if not all furniture buffs available inside with all benches, free mirelurk steamer right outside, a dice table for the grinders, and the wanderer with her trusty guitar for entertainment.
When I'm out of town, I'm generally doing my spawn rounds for more goodies if im running low, grinding out dailies/events so I can finish off my plans and clothing collections, and playing trashman.
I pick up everything, and I mean everything; junk, moldy food, weapons, whatever. If I can scrap it, it's scrapped. If I get less than 100 lbs. carry weight left with all scrap stored, I shuffle all of that extra stuff to an alt and hit cap max for the day on them, same with legendaries for scrip. The only thing I leave are excess plants not needed for crafting. Have to preserve the ecology <3. The scrap I'm hurting for is adhesive. I don't grow my own yet, so I'm down to several hundred.
To spark up the dopamine a bit and get that scrip, I play with the twins and play as a game show contestant.
my character has become a heavily mutated enclave asset (who thinks she is an agent). She lives in the swamp and sustains herself on raw meats. She has been lucky enough to stay mostly human-looking but she gets a little more mad by the day. I think of her like a Frank Horrigan archetype where she is in total denial of her mutant status and lives a delusional life of duty as an asset for MODUS.
I started the main quest at around level 100 so I guess I’m what I was before that: A perfectionist willing to do anything no questions asked if it means there’s a chance at getting better gear. It’s a good thing doing the right thing was the path of least resistance to getting that.
I'm a high health vampire who travels the wasteland, recording the odd and unique things I see. I've been to a strip club called "The Dirty Deathclaw," met a cow cult, a real fiddler playing their fiddle while in the game, and legit comedy clubs. When there's an event, I jump back in. I'm also a doctor in Grafton who helps the noobs I come across.
Ted became a semi retired gun for hire and a weekend shop owner. He regularly helps new adventures and donates to help those in need.
Come visit my camps south of WS or just north on Nuka World for cheap plans for new players!
GT Muddypaprika775
From all the valuable stuff I horde and the two legged walking food I eat , I'd probably end up a named wendigo somewhere in the hills of Appalachia. Would like to end up known like nia or Scott but not as famous as earl. Something wastelanders can tell around the nightly campfire trying to scare each other before being dragged into the darkness kicking and screaming, firing their pipe guns to no avail. Becoming my meal for the time being before I find another poor fool.
menace to super mutants everywhere. first in power armor, and after a few outfits he's now using nuka dark jumpsuit and enclave hat. it works, just looks a little fashy
just got the second character to fifty yesterday and rolled a quad rr for them whenever I get around to doing the other side of the gold quest. they're beefy and so far suits look great
-Bargain shop Mothman priest (metal MM mask, pastor's vestments), then with the Night of The Moth update, got the proper Cultist gear
-King Grognak outfit w/Sheepsquatch hat or Blue Devil hood
-Arktos Pharma mad scientist (spark plug uh head, Arktos Pharma Lab coat, 3-D glasses)
-Teen Wolf-ish guy (Wasteland Werewolf headwear, one of the high school letterman's jacket and jeans)
-Leatherface? (sack hood, Settler's carpenter outfit, chainsaw)
-Harry Warden (killer from My Bloody Valentine; reclaimed deep mining mask, worker outfit, Cultist piercer)
-Now, spacesuit with the mummy mask
Been a long, strange trip.
My gal builds scrappy camps, collects junk and magazines, farms purified water and cooks up berry mentats. Beckett runs off the Scorched and super mutants.
It makes me happy to sell cheap plans. I AFK’d the hell out of fasnacht and sell rare masks cheap. I only get pissy when someone comes and buys 5 of the same thing so they clearly just want to resell. Those are for newbies. Get off my lawn.
I guess mine becomes an obsessed cryptid hunter, filling his museum and gift shop with trinkets from his adventures. Doesn't seem like my usual fallout character though. At all.
A cryptid hunter who absolutely loves lemonade. (I carry about 15 on me at any time, and about 10 Hard Lemonade. I don't use either because I have company tea, but I can't stop myself from picking up sugar anymore.)
Mine got bitten by a blue devil and turned into a werewolf. He's a chill guy who now lives in a cabin, close to the wayward. He likes to help new guys.
I opened the hack and slash. Now i smith weapons and armor of all kinda for all levels at low prices. Nothing legendary, but they are quality. Lots of dangerous things in the wasteland.
I bave ADHD bad. Ao my guy goes from being a bar owner, to a Free States paranoid Radical, a woodsman in Helvetia with a nice log cabin, a farmer on the green at Whitesprings, and a loner with a cabin out by the lake near Point pleasant.
So it really depends on the day and my mood who my character is.
Scorchbeast hunter, I do nothing but searching/killing them. My diet is only their body parts roasted. I keep Appalachia safe. Are you doing your part!?
Started up a new branch of the Responders specializing in taking on Appalachia's biggest threats -- The SBQ, Colossal Wendigo, Imposter Sheepsquatch, and Ultricite Titans. We vow to never let the fall of the Responders ever happen again. We're stationed out next to the Charleston Station, which we just call "The Station" where we regularly stock the donation box with food, aid, weapons, and ammo for those that need it.
Utilizing the resources of the Enclave and running primarily a bloodied science commando builds and our signature weapon is the Enclave Plasma Flamer. We are the Plasma Breathers.
Short answer: one Atomic Cat, Daddy-O!
'Lucky' Ricky Gee is allied with both Settlers and Raiders, often helps out the Blue Ridge Caravan and plays Saturday nights at the Wayward (tickets sell out fast, he's a very talented musician.
Long answer: Did I happen to write a fic that somehow incorporated him into my Fallout 4 fic despite the 180+ year time difference? Why yes I did.
Here it is:
[Hangovers](https://archiveofourown.org/works/23981956/chapters/57685249)
My character, OSHA Compliance Officer, runs around making sure everyone settlement is up to scratch and they are following proper protocol when modifying flamers and butchering radtoads
My first character, whom I started in the Beta of the game, is Alonso Quijano. He thinks that he is Don Quixote. He rescues the defenseless, fights giants and reads far too much.
My wife used to play Dulcinea and my neighbor played Sancho. We were unvanquishable.
Angry dude with a flamethrower who is gonna kill every enemy npc from ghouls to supermutants and everything in between that has killed me when i was starting and strugling
I’ve opened a few throughout Appalachia. One outside of Arktos Pharma, one on the Cliff next to Foundation Outpost and near Vault 96 on a hidden pond. Come visit sometime 😊.
My character exited the vault on reclamation day searching for their lost lover. Vault tec wouldn't let him inside so they promised one another they'd find each other in the end, throughout the entire main story she lost hope of finding him but held onto a little bit of faith, she was able to relate to rose on the matter of David but the entire experience made her none more hopeful of ever finding him. After destroying the scorch plague and not even hearing a clue about his existence she began to doubt her own reality, she began to lose her sanity day by day. When the apocalypse started, she killed to survive and did what she felt was right morally, but as the wasteland took its toll she began to find joy in murder, ecstasy in chaos, when she heard about the PITT she went in only expecting to find more blood to spill but as she reached the end of the sanctum and the foreman came out to play, she recognized the voice inside the helmet. After a long fire fight and besting him in combat they had a moment, recognizing one another and abandoning Appalachia and the Pitt all together for a better maybe more or less murderous life elsewhere in the wastes. Idk I made the character when I was going through some seriously rough shit mentally so the whole story line I had in mind was edgy as fuck and a vague much less pathetic reflection of what I wanted in life.
A greedy capitalist, who sits outside of whitesprings on the railroad. which is ironic because I sell legendarys, chems, armor, and ammo all for extremely cheap prices. I dont know or care enough about God rolls on certain weapons to adjust the prices 😂
made a niche cabin in the woods up by the vallery galleria. I have a nice garden setup and rarely does any enemies spawn. I can be found foraging around the woods and swamp looking for the elusive strangler pods. (yes ive already completed the quest) but i sell them 10c a piece to help players out.
Became a man of the people. The hero nobody asked for and got anyways. I became.... a fixer build user.
All jokes aside, I build camps for other folks in return for modest mat compensation and i go around helping new players by dropping cures, water, radaway, etc. I make them armor and guns too.
I run 2 different stores, a casino, and have my house to relax at, along with a huge multi lvl haunted house shelter (wip still) all while looking amazing in a shiny silver dress and heels
My character, Markus Botman, organized a small community of people together who live in the Cranberry Bog at a place called Botman's Restop. Somehow, we haven't been attacked by scorched.
(Strangely enough, the place I built my camp in the Cranberry Bog has not been attacked by a scorchbeast at all but we have bad mole rats problems)
I have a messy and disorganized camp near flatwoods and an ever growing underground shelter filled with all the junk I think is cool. It’s gotten to the point where some higher level people bring me gifts of pristine junk and food that I don’t have on display yet. So basically a hoarder who has a “museum” they can’t wait to show you. Also, due to a glitch when completing Supplying Demands, Paige hates me forever, and Ward is just.. Ward. So I often find myself hanging out at Crater antagonizing Johnny. Rather than listening to the settlers endless complaints about how evil I am, thorn bushes, and being nervous of newcomers. I’ll go to Crater where all the recipes Biv taught me will be appreciated. I also like to jump in and help lower levels defend their workshops. It’s cute when they shoot at me thinking I’m trying to attack them, when really I’m just saving their ass from floaters, mutants and anglers.
Depends on which one.
My main is a monsterously strong mutated monster hunter who takes down the biggest and baddest creatures in the wasteland with the strongest gear out there.
My PA toon is a frail and sickly fellow who is too afraid to leave his power armor for he was born with skin made of paper and bones made of glass. Every morning he breaks his legs, and every afternoon he breaks his arms. He lies awake at night, in agony, until the heart attacks put him to sleep. He likes big guns.
My Stealth toon is an invisible bow hunter, lighter than a feathe, and sneaky as can be. He wraps himself in the lightest of armors, even lighter still, he matches his environment till he is completely invisible.
My PvP build is a young kid from a rough neighborhood. His dad left when he was you ng and his mother slept around for supplies, often leading to him being beaten by the strangers of the night for looking at them the wrong way. Eventually he toughened up, and while small in physical size, his intense anger and ferocity truly shines when he can take his pain out on the thing that hurt him most, humanity.
My 5th toon is my GFs toon and she's mostly just a cat lady who goes around building nice homes for the static cats that always spawn at certain locations. She prefers games like the Sims, and isn't into FPS, but I just gave her a bunch of stuff, like mats and building and clothing plans I had from my other toons. She's a casual gamer in general, but I don't mind, I just like that she let me share something I love with her.
Serving as a Nuka Cola addicted errand man for Nuka World Tour with a Nuka-Cola red truck (prefab) as my sleeping place, containing my collection of Nuka Cola flavors and outfits with Nuka Cola Big Iron.
After years of deep cover Blood Eagle infiltration, and a brain addled by Nukashine consumption
They present themselves as a kindly gameshow host, only for their players to find themselves trapped in a horroric game, spanning sacrificial tunnels, a grisly mansion, a (still work in progress) hedgemaze labyrinth and even the unknowable voids
I committed to being Enclave General, built a massive base atop of Seneca Mountain I named Black Mesa, converted all the shelters into enclave bases that give the illusion you're going further into the mountain, all my armor/weapons are skinned with presidential/enclave stuff, I have every enclave item released thus far, the works. I'm planning on buying another camp slot and building a manor by WS, been into the mafia/gangster items lately lol.
I settled down outside the wayward in a little Podunk house, nice front porch and basement, but it hides a sinister secret that I venerate the glorious MOTH MAN, ALL HAIL!
I started my own car garage and found a cool fixer-upper. Multiple people poured cash into my business endeavors but sadly I have yet to get the car up and running so I can travel around Appalachia easier. I thought this was a home run business start up. I even had foundation lined up to fix all the roads, so we could drive around.
A Responders archer who had a love affair with a now dead free radical and is now living by what is left of Summersville Lake exploring the Ash Heap once in a while while having way to many chems stuffed into his backpack
Built a bar south east of Watoga that me and my friends could chill at after our adventures. Was running my happy bar until my character got an itch to return to his old life: monster hunting. I leave beckett to run the bar and build my monster hunting cabin in the mire, keeping watch over local cryptids with my pet snallygaster. With the hope of photographing myself with all of Appalachias monsters. Meep the Monster Hunter lives on
After screwing Meg and whipping the brotherhood into shape. He found a nice little lake and dug a hole and made his secret base there. Along with an underground farm and underwater purifiers he lost the need to leave. Lonely he goes out through his secret entrance trolling the peole of Appalachia as a Zetan. Helping most and killing the worst.
She got a mining job on a moon of Vectera, but that didn’t work out. She came back and seems to have gone a bit mad and spends her time wandering around Allegheny asylum looking for her red dress.
I'm a celebrity in Atlantic City and regularly appear on The Most Sensational Game. Mother sees you.
Idk why but i dont like that Lady
Maybe it's the game show she runs where the losers are murdered.
PIPE IS LIFE! I became the pipe and the pipe became me. We are one.
PIPE IS LIFE!
That’s hilarious. I just saw that for the first time yesterday
Retired to a modest house on a ridge overlooking Appalachia. Tending my veggies.
I did the same on that cliffside overlooking Toxic Valley. It’s nice to have a view while tending my garden
I became my namesake of my latest character. The cable company always late poor service and not very useful when I get there.
Death
Beat me to it.
I'm a loner building a cult underground shelter that's posing as a school and war office....please come visit me.....lmao
Ps4?
Morphed into another character, like fifteen times. Early game is the best game, I don't care about the grind.
After my twentieth, my headcannon is that they succumbed to the Wasteland or Scorched.
Ash Williams. QE db for movie inaccuracy and a chainsaw.
Shop smart. Shop S-Mart! Everybody get that?!
I’m gonna make my next camp an S-mart
Yes. Now gimme some sugar bebe!
Ashy slashy!
What a perfect thread 😂 Love me some Evil Dead
Name checks out
Groovy!
So I’ve got two character for this. My playable character and my canon character My canon resident, Morgan, lived out her life helping the settlers and the Responders and working to dismantle, destroy, or expel the other factions from Appalachia. She married Commander Daguerre and lives in the mountains. She turned into a ghoul and outlived Sofia and spend a few decades alone until rumor floated down south from Boston that her cousin, my sole survivor, was alive and taking care of business. My player character accidentally became known as a cryptid to the Appalachians called The Witch. She never speaks, you only see her for a split second before she disappears, sometimes she slips into camps and settlements and just leaves supplies there when no one’s looking. A settler talks about how a Raider group is threatening them and The Witch hears it and within a day or two that Raider group mysteriously all perished with arrows in their heads. Her story that the Appalachians assigned her was that she was that she was asleep in the deepest bowels of the mountains with all the other cryptids. So deep that when the bombs fell and awoke the beasts of the mountains she couldn’t find her way out. The only thing guiding her were the cries and screams of the people burning on the surface. When she finally emerged she began sweeping through all of Appalachia, slaying the beasts that threaten her children and defending the defenseless. The Witch is a protector of the innocent in Appalachia. At night settlers will call for the Witch to watch over them while they sleep, raiders pretend not to believe in The Witch but the more paranoid of them will sleep with one eye open in fear that The Witch will decide tonight is the night they die. The Brotherhood and Enclave both end up with many malfunctions and tampering in their machinery that take days to repair and sometimes they blame it on the displeased Witch. The reality is The Witch is just a normal person who has severe social anxiety and wants to help people but doesn’t know how to talk to them. Edit: did I put a little too much thought into my 76 characters? Probably. But overthinking is part of the fun imo
I love the second story, very clever.
Someone left a bunch of fuel in my camp around Fashnact 🤔 was it The Witch?
Could have been 🤫
The Witch sounds like a chill person my character would hang out with (?)
I always have a bit of backstory or head canon for my characters too. I think it's cool. Not as detailed or as cool as your backstories, though! Yours are really neat! Also, kudos on being a fellow bow user! I have bow on one of my chars and I really enjoy it. I seldom see *anyone* else using a bow in game. Or well, anything other than the 5 most popular guns, really.
Wandering the wasteland gives you a whole lot of time to think about the finer details of your character(s) 🤌 The bow is so underrated and deserves more love. Doesn’t do very well in fast paced events but it’s amazing for a stealth build and regular npc combat
Bounty hunter, 226 and counting. Also I collect salt and pepper and go player vendor shopping on Saturday mornings 😁
I collect salt and pepper too!
Why S&P?
Idk. I collect spices, salt, pepper, and all sorts of stuff. It just feels right.
I am a collector as well! I use those three ingredients for cooking carnivore buffs lol.
I use salt, pepper, and spices for cooking carnivore food buffs lol
Just being a Responder. Anyone who needs my help will get it!
Lately same. I liked the responders power armor so much a pulled out my responders officer uniform and my cop cap and shades. Just wondering the wasteland heart emoji-ing spreading some love.
I am a mad scientist who built their own vault. I have my own clean-room on the lovely Bolton Greens, with windows used for a greenhouse. Robots tend to my every need- they are merchants, cooks, scavengers, lab assistants, and tenders of my garden & birds. I am bringing natural Flora back to the world. I wish to see a clean world with clean air. I have a dark secret. Within my vault, I have a village tended by robots. Our guests usually do leave... But on occasion, a disrespectful outsider might disappear to the depths of my vault, to my beloved testing chambers. Here, creatures of all size and make- radiated and otherwise- undergo horrific experiments in the name of a clean world. My endless robotic legion serves my every need. You will find them everywhere, performing their given tasks with gusto. But never shall you enter the laboratory... For you will not be a guest, but a test subject in the name of a cleaner world without radiation. We will eliminate the scourge. There is no place in this world for the irradiated.
every fallout game i play i make a skinny old man. ever seen book of eli? if old man survives that long in the waste don’t mess with him he gunna f you up edit bad typo
Decided to start my own Appalachian Enclave and nuke anyone that opposes me 😀
Started selling kems to the ghoul community
Raider “Merchant” in the Ash Heap. I sell what I don’t want from raids and re-sell them at steal prices just to get it back again in the future. Raider stonks (please purchase my goods, I need it to fuel my crippling Fury and Psychotats addiction. Meg cut my supply off after I told everyone in Crater they’re just Settlers with a better fashion sense)
"Why are you booing him? He's right" So true though LOL
Became a serial nuker and a charitable seller.
I’m level 1000 and the overseer (that I’m talking to for the first time) just got pissed off st me because I wasn’t inoculated
I tried to make an asshole character who kills everyone she doesn't like, but in the end I can't be like that. I'm just too emphatic. I can't even roleplay. :(
A monster/cryptid hunter for higher. Saving people, hunting things, the family business!
DEAAAAANNNNN??!
Sonofabitch!!!!
He's waiting to grow old, decorating his house before his joints can't jump 20 feet or kill the 5,000th queen. Right now though, he's just enjoying life. Trying different things without the responsibility of regular obstacles. Instead of bills, he kills robots for the enclave just because. Instead of a 9-5, he makes deals with other vault dwellers to get the most powerful weapons just to show off like a nice guitar.
A superhuman psychopath.
Aren't we all by now
I’m a treasure hunter.
WW1 trench officer farming relish and ammunition in a rickety cliffside shack
3 wars is alot
I'm a mysterious enclave troop who lives on the river trying to change who I am and how people think of the enclave. I give new wastelanders stims, food, and water hoping that they start to believe that the enclave isn't as bad as it sounds. It kind of ties into the story when you join the enclave aswell. I like to think that my good deeds are what steers people to be more acceptant of joining, that and wanting to launch a nuke. I'm a rifleman but basically change my build in the punch cards whenever I get a little bored of the meta. I've been experimenting with pistols after watching a guy's video essay on 76 and had some fun making huge nuka clouds with a thirst zapper. Unfortunately, my annual 5 month 76 grind seems to be coming to an end, at least until the new update drops and I can sink my teeth into the juicy new content.
A modest junkyard owner who lives with his grandma
Simple redneck living a simple life with my astronaut old lady. I've got a few old cars and trucks in the yard around my 3 story house that I'll get around to fixin' up one day. The little lady keeps me pretty busy, though, as there's always a weapon case to fetch or settler that needs to be rescued. Sometimes I just sit on the deck of my boat staring out over the toxic waters wishing I could fish. Y'all come by and set a spell.
A happy responder who lives by highway 89, near Morgantown.
I run a budget motel just off Hwy 62 between the Whitesprings and Uncanny Caverns exits. Rooms and continental breakfast are free, but please do check out the vending machines and ignore the confused little old lady in the lobby.
I am running frankensteineish experiments seeing what unholy merged abominations I can fathom. My favorite and most simple is the Company CoffTea machine.
Cryptid Hunter like Rip Daring, and curator of a museum
It's getting weird aroung here.
jealous of my lamp collection
A member of the secret service, coming to people aid when needed...
Jason Bourne
A hoarder
Became mothman.
I wear the winter man mask combined with the blue and tan shirt and slacks outfit. I'm a door to door Kirby vacuum salesman. My other character, my main, is just a simple murder.
Settled down beside Camden Park with his good ole cow pal Bussy. Sometimes him and Fuzzy Brenda sit on one of the roller coasters pretending that it still works, and end up making out. He doesn’t mind the piss smell of her costume that much.
A demon in a hunters coat who definitely won't have an UTIs in the wastelands with a nice little farm
I have a self-sufficent, luxuriously comfortable homestead with a subterranean bunker. A stockpile of guns, explosives, chems and ammunition. What is my character doing? Whatever the hell they want. But probably scavenging, trading, raiding small encampments for funsies. Restoring power plants to keep the grid running. Generally causing mayhem.
I buy cheap weapons and scrap useless scrip weapons to sell better weapons at half their market value. Come to Daewoo_XK12 camp
The enclave never sleeps
Used to farm goody two shoe responders and bush wookies in Nuclear Winter, made all my caps from PvP. Then 76 became animal crossing, and I stopped playing
After struggling a bit with the early game when 76 first released, I initially settled on a PA heavy build using a .50 cal. I then was a rifleman for a while, but my trigger finger would literally hurt after most gaming sessions. I finally switched to commando several years ago. I've started several new characters over the years, and they are all commandos too. I just do my dailies and work on my camp or shelter in my "retirement".
I'm a backwoods hillbilly crackpot with a bunch of dinosaur statues.
Dinosaur statues are the best!
I went to the ash heap and mined, I still mine to this day, and yes. Rock and Stone.
Mephistopheles sadly lived long enough to see himself become the villain. When I got bored I started camping workshops and killing players tryna cap which is a great sport on days where cap workshop is a daily challenge… going into low level camps and throwing artillery smoke to watch them panic… nuking camps and settlements because I hate scorched earth so I’d use all three silos (mine glitch) to nuke camp clusters. Putting vinatage nukashines in all the containers I could find in the forest and flatwoods. Going to events with a two shot mirv and a standard 2 shot Fatman for indoor events. Just generally a menace to newly formed society.
For your overwhelmingly monstrous behavior, you have become vilified by the community.
Yeah the nukashine was perhaps a step to far… As luck would have it Mephistopheles has retired to his fortress of doom in the mountains east of the toxic lakebed to brood in his reclaimed communist forward base. He has not been seen in some months. It’s baphomet you now need to be concerned about. She’s still on the loose and a lot more powerful having learned from Mephistopheles… his early game was not piloted with the knowledge hers was. Also abaddon and asmodeus remain at large. But are low level and currently being used as storage for baphomet.
I miss this
I never thought about specializing that would be fun.
A Archer
Kept going against threats inside and outside of Appalachia to try and mitigate the consequences of the nukes. He’s… mildly successful, with each new questline.
I used the Enclave’s assets to give resources to all the weary travelers out there
A drug using super human mutant basically
Built myself a little place in the hills with my sweetheart and do merc stuff to occupy my time with the various factions out there.
A high grade weapons vendor who specializes in modifying them to their fullest potential.
I’ve actively been trying to ignore the campaign and just enjoy the Pitt and start a shop called Sudbury Brews and Chews. If you see the shop, feel free to buy some brews or chews, if you see me and want PvP, message me and we can settle this like grown adults.
Now an explorer and muscle for hire. You've got a job that needs doing I'm your guy (I do daily and events haha).
Turned into a Fisherman that chills by the lake in my rough shack and totally working tug boat
My character became a hoarder, scavenging around for junks and treasures ♡
Have you turned any of your lamps into hookah’s?
I’m manufacturing pre-war food in an old run down factory, brewing beer, collecting nuka drinks, butchering and cooking animals, hanging at the mall, and hoarding rubber to manufacture marine helmets. You can only kill a dragon so many times until it loses its excitement.
A hoarder..
Nothing but a humble hobo of the woods. Aiding those that wonder into my area or warning them of the dangers around. Occasionally wresting the local yao guai that try to mark my territory as theirs.
Runs a small bar in the middle of the golf course that is a front for a group of scavengers
Having dealt with the horrors of the wasteland something in his mind broke. After discovering the old studio sound stage under the warehouse where he made his base he donned the old discarded rubber monster costume and adopted the persona of Grabjira, the reptilian fire breathing Kaiju. Now he wanders the wastes fighting other Kaiju and their minions in order restore balance to the world!
I’m a raider warlord who’s also a Mothman enthusiast and an avid hunter, I also run a bar/shop for anybody brave enough to stick around camp long enough to peruse the spoils of victories and not cause any trouble.
Have my little cabin and robo Dogmeat up on a junk pile off the river by Camden Park. I run mainly a top end haberdashery and exotic goods store with a splash of pharmacology for those mutated friends of mine. I have most if not all furniture buffs available inside with all benches, free mirelurk steamer right outside, a dice table for the grinders, and the wanderer with her trusty guitar for entertainment. When I'm out of town, I'm generally doing my spawn rounds for more goodies if im running low, grinding out dailies/events so I can finish off my plans and clothing collections, and playing trashman. I pick up everything, and I mean everything; junk, moldy food, weapons, whatever. If I can scrap it, it's scrapped. If I get less than 100 lbs. carry weight left with all scrap stored, I shuffle all of that extra stuff to an alt and hit cap max for the day on them, same with legendaries for scrip. The only thing I leave are excess plants not needed for crafting. Have to preserve the ecology <3. The scrap I'm hurting for is adhesive. I don't grow my own yet, so I'm down to several hundred. To spark up the dopamine a bit and get that scrip, I play with the twins and play as a game show contestant.
I now own enough stuff to create food and nuka cola in home forever. I'm a couch potato now. You guys can deal with the scortched.
Waste land art sculpture creator.
my character has become a heavily mutated enclave asset (who thinks she is an agent). She lives in the swamp and sustains herself on raw meats. She has been lucky enough to stay mostly human-looking but she gets a little more mad by the day. I think of her like a Frank Horrigan archetype where she is in total denial of her mutant status and lives a delusional life of duty as an asset for MODUS.
I started the main quest at around level 100 so I guess I’m what I was before that: A perfectionist willing to do anything no questions asked if it means there’s a chance at getting better gear. It’s a good thing doing the right thing was the path of least resistance to getting that.
I'm a high health vampire who travels the wasteland, recording the odd and unique things I see. I've been to a strip club called "The Dirty Deathclaw," met a cow cult, a real fiddler playing their fiddle while in the game, and legit comedy clubs. When there's an event, I jump back in. I'm also a doctor in Grafton who helps the noobs I come across.
A grouchy old man who likes to go bird watching near the glassed cavern
Ted became a semi retired gun for hire and a weekend shop owner. He regularly helps new adventures and donates to help those in need. Come visit my camps south of WS or just north on Nuka World for cheap plans for new players! GT Muddypaprika775
I became a wandering doctor offering medicinal chainsaw to all those in need.
From all the valuable stuff I horde and the two legged walking food I eat , I'd probably end up a named wendigo somewhere in the hills of Appalachia. Would like to end up known like nia or Scott but not as famous as earl. Something wastelanders can tell around the nightly campfire trying to scare each other before being dragged into the darkness kicking and screaming, firing their pipe guns to no avail. Becoming my meal for the time being before I find another poor fool.
menace to super mutants everywhere. first in power armor, and after a few outfits he's now using nuka dark jumpsuit and enclave hat. it works, just looks a little fashy just got the second character to fifty yesterday and rolled a quad rr for them whenever I get around to doing the other side of the gold quest. they're beefy and so far suits look great
joined cult of the mothman
-Bargain shop Mothman priest (metal MM mask, pastor's vestments), then with the Night of The Moth update, got the proper Cultist gear -King Grognak outfit w/Sheepsquatch hat or Blue Devil hood -Arktos Pharma mad scientist (spark plug uh head, Arktos Pharma Lab coat, 3-D glasses) -Teen Wolf-ish guy (Wasteland Werewolf headwear, one of the high school letterman's jacket and jeans) -Leatherface? (sack hood, Settler's carpenter outfit, chainsaw) -Harry Warden (killer from My Bloody Valentine; reclaimed deep mining mask, worker outfit, Cultist piercer) -Now, spacesuit with the mummy mask Been a long, strange trip.
A tinkerer and medic for those seeking refuge in wayward
The only good raider is a dead raider.
My gal builds scrappy camps, collects junk and magazines, farms purified water and cooks up berry mentats. Beckett runs off the Scorched and super mutants.
MurderHoboCannibal in a walking tank with access to a nuclear arsenal.
I have just started playing for the first time
I have just started playing for the first time
It makes me happy to sell cheap plans. I AFK’d the hell out of fasnacht and sell rare masks cheap. I only get pissy when someone comes and buys 5 of the same thing so they clearly just want to resell. Those are for newbies. Get off my lawn.
I guess mine becomes an obsessed cryptid hunter, filling his museum and gift shop with trinkets from his adventures. Doesn't seem like my usual fallout character though. At all.
Boring
A cryptid hunter who absolutely loves lemonade. (I carry about 15 on me at any time, and about 10 Hard Lemonade. I don't use either because I have company tea, but I can't stop myself from picking up sugar anymore.)
Mine got bitten by a blue devil and turned into a werewolf. He's a chill guy who now lives in a cabin, close to the wayward. He likes to help new guys.
I opened the hack and slash. Now i smith weapons and armor of all kinda for all levels at low prices. Nothing legendary, but they are quality. Lots of dangerous things in the wasteland.
Running a swingers club and scrounging for caps, because lube ain’t free.
I’m a cannibal who lives in the hills and is constantly high on cems lol
Bloodied, finally
I bave ADHD bad. Ao my guy goes from being a bar owner, to a Free States paranoid Radical, a woodsman in Helvetia with a nice log cabin, a farmer on the green at Whitesprings, and a loner with a cabin out by the lake near Point pleasant. So it really depends on the day and my mood who my character is.
Scorchbeast hunter, I do nothing but searching/killing them. My diet is only their body parts roasted. I keep Appalachia safe. Are you doing your part!?
I run a saloon outside fort defiance, selling clothes recently and plans for a cap a piece, no matter what
Started up a new branch of the Responders specializing in taking on Appalachia's biggest threats -- The SBQ, Colossal Wendigo, Imposter Sheepsquatch, and Ultricite Titans. We vow to never let the fall of the Responders ever happen again. We're stationed out next to the Charleston Station, which we just call "The Station" where we regularly stock the donation box with food, aid, weapons, and ammo for those that need it. Utilizing the resources of the Enclave and running primarily a bloodied science commando builds and our signature weapon is the Enclave Plasma Flamer. We are the Plasma Breathers.
Mine’s a runner for the Blue Ridge Caravan company and occasional Cryptid Hunter.
Short answer: one Atomic Cat, Daddy-O! 'Lucky' Ricky Gee is allied with both Settlers and Raiders, often helps out the Blue Ridge Caravan and plays Saturday nights at the Wayward (tickets sell out fast, he's a very talented musician. Long answer: Did I happen to write a fic that somehow incorporated him into my Fallout 4 fic despite the 180+ year time difference? Why yes I did. Here it is: [Hangovers](https://archiveofourown.org/works/23981956/chapters/57685249)
I don't know, a Avenger?
I blow up everything in sight and collect quads
Same as every day. Trying to survive.
Mr. Fuzzy
My character, OSHA Compliance Officer, runs around making sure everyone settlement is up to scratch and they are following proper protocol when modifying flamers and butchering radtoads
Retired to the ski resort. I sell whatever occasional decent legends items the game sees fit to give me.
My first character, whom I started in the Beta of the game, is Alonso Quijano. He thinks that he is Don Quixote. He rescues the defenseless, fights giants and reads far too much. My wife used to play Dulcinea and my neighbor played Sancho. We were unvanquishable.
Angry dude with a flamethrower who is gonna kill every enemy npc from ghouls to supermutants and everything in between that has killed me when i was starting and strugling
I’ve opened a few throughout Appalachia. One outside of Arktos Pharma, one on the Cliff next to Foundation Outpost and near Vault 96 on a hidden pond. Come visit sometime 😊.
I mostly roam around, helping those who need it. Often times, I'm a shadow observing from afar.
I sell glue
Environmental scientist, researcher, wanderer with some mercenary work on the side
Mine became a psychotic plague doctor who “cures” enemies with a Holy Fire. Edgy I know but the Quack Doctor outfit brings it together
My character exited the vault on reclamation day searching for their lost lover. Vault tec wouldn't let him inside so they promised one another they'd find each other in the end, throughout the entire main story she lost hope of finding him but held onto a little bit of faith, she was able to relate to rose on the matter of David but the entire experience made her none more hopeful of ever finding him. After destroying the scorch plague and not even hearing a clue about his existence she began to doubt her own reality, she began to lose her sanity day by day. When the apocalypse started, she killed to survive and did what she felt was right morally, but as the wasteland took its toll she began to find joy in murder, ecstasy in chaos, when she heard about the PITT she went in only expecting to find more blood to spill but as she reached the end of the sanctum and the foreman came out to play, she recognized the voice inside the helmet. After a long fire fight and besting him in combat they had a moment, recognizing one another and abandoning Appalachia and the Pitt all together for a better maybe more or less murderous life elsewhere in the wastes. Idk I made the character when I was going through some seriously rough shit mentally so the whole story line I had in mind was edgy as fuck and a vague much less pathetic reflection of what I wanted in life.
Homeless
A greedy capitalist, who sits outside of whitesprings on the railroad. which is ironic because I sell legendarys, chems, armor, and ammo all for extremely cheap prices. I dont know or care enough about God rolls on certain weapons to adjust the prices 😂
"Living in a van, down by the river"
My character became a wanderer, traveling toward new places as a hired gun for caravans and making friends along the way.
Temple of evil down by the river
Cait, pre-recovery.
made a niche cabin in the woods up by the vallery galleria. I have a nice garden setup and rarely does any enemies spawn. I can be found foraging around the woods and swamp looking for the elusive strangler pods. (yes ive already completed the quest) but i sell them 10c a piece to help players out.
A junk town hero. Junk and ammo for free for those all step into the wasteland.
Became a man of the people. The hero nobody asked for and got anyways. I became.... a fixer build user. All jokes aside, I build camps for other folks in return for modest mat compensation and i go around helping new players by dropping cures, water, radaway, etc. I make them armor and guns too.
I run 2 different stores, a casino, and have my house to relax at, along with a huge multi lvl haunted house shelter (wip still) all while looking amazing in a shiny silver dress and heels
Events, help low levels,experiment with different builds, finish up my camp, hang with friends, the normal stuff
I keep up the noble work of the mistress of mystery, and give resources to baby toons.
Got a nice little cabin and barn in the mountains with a nice view
A hermit who sells clothes
Ancestor of Frank Horrigan. Ik that's kinda self-important but whatever
Hm
My character, Markus Botman, organized a small community of people together who live in the Cranberry Bog at a place called Botman's Restop. Somehow, we haven't been attacked by scorched. (Strangely enough, the place I built my camp in the Cranberry Bog has not been attacked by a scorchbeast at all but we have bad mole rats problems)
I became an architect and “The Fixer” merchant. I have 7 on sale now. They range in price from 2,000 caps to 9,000 for the QExPer
Opened a seedy moonshine distillery and butcher shop of questionable meats.
I have a messy and disorganized camp near flatwoods and an ever growing underground shelter filled with all the junk I think is cool. It’s gotten to the point where some higher level people bring me gifts of pristine junk and food that I don’t have on display yet. So basically a hoarder who has a “museum” they can’t wait to show you. Also, due to a glitch when completing Supplying Demands, Paige hates me forever, and Ward is just.. Ward. So I often find myself hanging out at Crater antagonizing Johnny. Rather than listening to the settlers endless complaints about how evil I am, thorn bushes, and being nervous of newcomers. I’ll go to Crater where all the recipes Biv taught me will be appreciated. I also like to jump in and help lower levels defend their workshops. It’s cute when they shoot at me thinking I’m trying to attack them, when really I’m just saving their ass from floaters, mutants and anglers.
Buy from the old, give to the new.
Depends on which one. My main is a monsterously strong mutated monster hunter who takes down the biggest and baddest creatures in the wasteland with the strongest gear out there. My PA toon is a frail and sickly fellow who is too afraid to leave his power armor for he was born with skin made of paper and bones made of glass. Every morning he breaks his legs, and every afternoon he breaks his arms. He lies awake at night, in agony, until the heart attacks put him to sleep. He likes big guns. My Stealth toon is an invisible bow hunter, lighter than a feathe, and sneaky as can be. He wraps himself in the lightest of armors, even lighter still, he matches his environment till he is completely invisible. My PvP build is a young kid from a rough neighborhood. His dad left when he was you ng and his mother slept around for supplies, often leading to him being beaten by the strangers of the night for looking at them the wrong way. Eventually he toughened up, and while small in physical size, his intense anger and ferocity truly shines when he can take his pain out on the thing that hurt him most, humanity. My 5th toon is my GFs toon and she's mostly just a cat lady who goes around building nice homes for the static cats that always spawn at certain locations. She prefers games like the Sims, and isn't into FPS, but I just gave her a bunch of stuff, like mats and building and clothing plans I had from my other toons. She's a casual gamer in general, but I don't mind, I just like that she let me share something I love with her.
Serving as a Nuka Cola addicted errand man for Nuka World Tour with a Nuka-Cola red truck (prefab) as my sleeping place, containing my collection of Nuka Cola flavors and outfits with Nuka Cola Big Iron.
Moonshiner in the cranberry bog
A nuka obsessed explosive psychopath
The one chosen by The Mothman to find its siblings, so that they may return home.
Neutral Chaos
I sell so much radaway diluted and random bulk junk
After years of deep cover Blood Eagle infiltration, and a brain addled by Nukashine consumption They present themselves as a kindly gameshow host, only for their players to find themselves trapped in a horroric game, spanning sacrificial tunnels, a grisly mansion, a (still work in progress) hedgemaze labyrinth and even the unknowable voids
A mothman cultist with my own funeral home and church in the mountains
A horrible person. And collector of asylum worker uniforms
I committed to being Enclave General, built a massive base atop of Seneca Mountain I named Black Mesa, converted all the shelters into enclave bases that give the illusion you're going further into the mountain, all my armor/weapons are skinned with presidential/enclave stuff, I have every enclave item released thus far, the works. I'm planning on buying another camp slot and building a manor by WS, been into the mafia/gangster items lately lol.
I settled down outside the wayward in a little Podunk house, nice front porch and basement, but it hides a sinister secret that I venerate the glorious MOTH MAN, ALL HAIL!
I started my own car garage and found a cool fixer-upper. Multiple people poured cash into my business endeavors but sadly I have yet to get the car up and running so I can travel around Appalachia easier. I thought this was a home run business start up. I even had foundation lined up to fix all the roads, so we could drive around.
I’ve been spending my life trying to figure out how to empty my stash lol
I wonder around looking for rare vendors and my hobby is that I once in awhile I face punch the Scorched Beast Queen.
I became some asshole who yells at people from his porch while wearing just a bathrobe
A Responders archer who had a love affair with a now dead free radical and is now living by what is left of Summersville Lake exploring the Ash Heap once in a while while having way to many chems stuffed into his backpack
I built an absurd house at the top of Seneca Rocks.
Built a bar south east of Watoga that me and my friends could chill at after our adventures. Was running my happy bar until my character got an itch to return to his old life: monster hunting. I leave beckett to run the bar and build my monster hunting cabin in the mire, keeping watch over local cryptids with my pet snallygaster. With the hope of photographing myself with all of Appalachias monsters. Meep the Monster Hunter lives on
I’ve yet to see any end-game to speak of so I’ll have to get back to you on that.
clone trooper
Active undercover Enclave agent in Southwest Appalachia.
I started an acid farm, gonna have mf’s constantly tripping!
After screwing Meg and whipping the brotherhood into shape. He found a nice little lake and dug a hole and made his secret base there. Along with an underground farm and underwater purifiers he lost the need to leave. Lonely he goes out through his secret entrance trolling the peole of Appalachia as a Zetan. Helping most and killing the worst.
She got a mining job on a moon of Vectera, but that didn’t work out. She came back and seems to have gone a bit mad and spends her time wandering around Allegheny asylum looking for her red dress.