Carter Brookmen

Carter Brookmen

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Physical Description: A man standing at 5'8, puffy brown hair, brown eyes, and a slight goatee. He has a light build; and looks to be more agile than strong. Theres a surgical scar leading from his chest down to his gut.

Karma: Drifter

Traits: Rational, Persistent, Endurant, Good Hearted, Ruthless
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People of Interest
Enemy|Disliked|Neutral|Liked|Friend



-Cabron: My old partner in crime, helped him burn down a church when I was rollin' with him. He's a bad man...

-Adam Cherokee: Truly, the only friend I have left. I wouldn't want to go into a gunfight without 'em.

-Katyusha: Sheriff of Lakeview. She was only around sixteen when I met her. She also saved my life, once.

-'The Hound': I don't know his real name; but I can tell just by looking at him that he's one tough son of a bitch... I wouldn't fuck with him.

-John 'Ghost' Marshall: He murdered someone, and put the body in Kat's bed... He's also one of Adam's closest friends; try making sense of that... Oh well, he built me a house... I left it behind.

Factions


-NCR: These guys; always trying to take shit over, always trying to grow... I don't like them, or anyone affiliated with them.

-Legion: They're trouble; if its not enslaving, its murder... All they care about is land, and power.

-Brotherhood of Steel:  They keep to themselves, and so do I.

-Church of the Claw: Good people, they've been handing out food to the poor and hungry. I respect them.

-Desert Rangers: Kat's group of vigilantes; I used to serve with them.

-Commune of Flesh: A group of men Adam and I took on awhile ago. Managed to 'nab a nice pile of Jet from them... They'll be back.


-Backstory-
Carter was born in a small settlement that valued currency above all else. His father, Jebediah, was a man of cruelness who raised his son under harsh conditions, beating him for the failures of him and his mother; he'd associate himself with gamblers, prostitutes and bandits. His mother... Teresah, was different; a kind, feeble woman who longed for a life of peace, something she never achieved. The settlement became more and more wealthy. As time drew on; the casino's raked in more and more caps, and soon it caught the eye of a group of raiders who were passing through. They slaughtered the whole town, leaving few alive, and raiding the casino banks for all it had. His mother burned that day, in a large fire that soon consumed the whole settlement. He was left alone at the age of sixteen, and when the survivors moved on, so did he; venturing into the wastes alone and broken.

As time drew on, Carter drifted from town to town until he ended up in Newton; where he met many evil men, did many immoral things, and nurtured many lethal addictions... Robbing innocents of their possessions in the wastes has its advantages; he quickly grew an addiction to Jet, one that would leave him without any caps to his name, and without any roof over his head. It was then that he met with a group of vigilante's calling themselves 'Desert Rangers'. With no life ahead of him at this rate, he managed to kick his addiction to Jet; and change his life for the better when he joined them in their fight to rid the world of people just like him.

Six years passed under service of these Vigilante's, six years of murdering those he used to call friends. He was a man who changed his life, but his addiction still remained; and due to substance abuse he had unknowingly set a date for his death. A deathly illness took over him; and began making him question his motives, and purpose. Knowing his death drew close; he decided he was unhappy with how his life had turned out, and put an end to his service as a Vigilante, leaving nothing but his badge, gun and a few empty liquor bottles behind.

The place in your backstory sounds a lot like New Reno or The Den.