Ready to rpg my 500hr character into Nuka World this Tuesday!
She's not crazy or insane, and had been a very successful level-headed lawyer before the war.
But she ran to Vault 111 together with her husband and baby, with the best interests of her family at heart hoping that they would be sheltered, well-taken care of, and that everyone would survive the war underground till they died naturally of old age.
Only to wake up temporarily, in a chilled cryogenic cell, to see strange people stealing her baby and leaving her husband dead as a door-knob.
After what happened, she got disheveled and her eyes obtained a permanently-bewildered look notwithstanding using whatever make-up was available to try to look her best.
Her aim was to find her baby. During the long weeks she spent searching for him she tried to help everyone who asked for her help, as she had done before the war at work. She took great satisfaction at helping people out even if she occasionally demanded caps when she was hard-up.
Imagine her dismay when she found out that most of the people she had striven so much to help were so ganged up against each other that she would lose the respect of one faction when she helped another. She got even more bewildered when help requests put her in a conflict of interest because she just couldn't cope with that. Why couldn't people just use her services and get on with it, just as they used to do before the war? She had enough to bear with mourning her husband, searching for her kidnapped baby, in a world full of radiation, weird mutated creatures and other enemies!
Thankfully enough she got over her husband's untimely death quite smoothly.
In fact she got a full-on crush on Nick Valentine as soon as she laid her eyes on his slinky sexy synth-body quite immediately after leaving the Vault. However this brought her only more sorrow though since the cold machine never reciprocated her feelings, and he never even allowed her to show her true feelings for him.
Things weren't that bad since later on she also got the hots for hunky Paladin Danse, who not only reciprocated but drooled over her and offered his help all along the way. She felt so happy and comforted in having another person sincerely loving her while also helping her on her quest to find her baby.
When she did find her son she was ecstatic, but what she had discovered was far from what she expected........
All she had wanted was her chubby, cuddly, cooing baby back.
However by the way things evolved, she was determined to go all out to help her son. She felt she had no choice. Her son always came first for her, whether pre-war or post-war.
Many of the very people she had helped so voluntarily and for a minimal fee were now dead. Even worse, most were dead by her very own hands.
Nick Valentine still liked her a lot but he seemed to love her more like a sister.
After being very close to Danse, and even sharing beds with him several times in her Sanctuary home, now not only has he lost all his love but as soon as he sees her he starts attacking ferociously. She prefers to sneak around while in Sanctuary or not go there at all because she still loves him too much to kill him.
It was a hard blow to her because she never expected Danse would give more importance to his faction than to their own love and future.
Sometimes she thinks that after all that happened, most of what she had worked for was in vain. The world was no longer the little paradise she used to live in, sheltered in a small perfect village, with perfect houses and perfect families. She still wants to help people, but who is she to judge who deserves help and who doesn't?
After all, it's not like she was overwhelmed by gratitude. Most of the time people asked for her help, she obliged, they paid her a small fee or gave her a measly reward and afterwards they ignored her totally or even became enemies with her were she to aid somebody else they didn't like.
Nearly a month elapsed in this post-war apocalyptic world.
30 days of looting.
30 days of fighting enemies.
30 days trying to find her baby.
30 days with having no luck in love.
30 days of trying to survive in a hostile radiation-ridden world.
30 days of barely being able to sleep.
30 days of helping the Minutemen build their settlements, giving them all her loot, building what she thought was insurmountable defenses for them.
30 days of getting quests from the same minutemen because notwithstanding what she does they could never cope unless she came back in person to help them overcome attackers.
She was not crazy or insane. She was a perfect lady, with a perfect lucrative job, raising the perfect baby and married to the perfect man. Living in a perfect house in the most perfect village.
But war.
War never changes.
Her skin got tougher.
Survival instinct has fully kicked in.
Her eyes got more bewildered.
She was not crazy or insane.
''WAS''......
She still thinks she's perfect. She got over the heart-break of losing her husband, of not finding love with Nick, and of getting betrayed by Danse. She thinks she got over the trauma she had to go through to find her baby...
She's in the place her son wanted her to be, she followed her conscience all along, but has the world changed for the better?
Perhaps not enough time has passed, but how longer might her life last since she's risking it several times daily?
Reality kicks in. Now she knows it's just her and the rest of the hostile, post-apocalyptic world. Looting for junk, fighting for caps and ammo, and fighting foes. Surviving the rebellion mother-nature launched to defend herself against the Great War.
Making friends who hopefully might give something in return rather than demand all the time.
Killing people to survive.
Whatever it takes.
Who is she to judge?
After all the exposure she had in this world where the very air she breathes is poisoned, who can say if she might have become a bit crazy or insane?
Who are we to judge?
It's her little life, in her own little hostile world, and she's going to make the best out of it.
Because war, war never changes.
But people change, and war changes them a lot.
