TITLE Hawkin's Tale
CHAPTER 1
A/N Welcome to Hawkins tale, hopefully i can get off the ground this time.
Hawkin's motto: If you can't win lose the least, if you can't lose the least, go for second last
Hawkin's Physical Appearance
Blonde hair and dark gray eyes. The knotted white scar tissue of an old wound bisects his left eye. The injury damaged the eye but didn't blind him. The years left the eye murky as the sky during an electrical storm. His nose, ears and mouth mark him as an ordinary looking man. Except for the scar you might overlook him as just another nameless person trying to survive in the wasteland. His athleticism and agility allow him to move about any population with cat-like speed and silence. His left arm is a robotic replacement (Think Terminator). The results of having his soul sold without his knowledge left him with the mark of a pentagram burned into the palm of his right hand.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
S= 9
P= 10
E= 9
C= 1
I= 9
A= 10
L= 1
Justin (Lone Wanderer) physical appearance
Justin has the blast back hair set into pure black, the rest of his facial features are default, he also has a rough beard and has the same build as all the characters from fallout.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L
S= 5
P=7
C=10
I=6
A=7
L=8
Right lets get started
(0o0)
Hawkin dashed down a corridor his boots leaving a dull thumping echo on the metal. In pursuit of a thief that he watched steal a large sum of caps in the market, he ran down one of the abandoned corridors of Rivet City dodging bits of metal, supports and the occasional piece of furniture. Turning a corner Hawkin found his boot's slipping on the metal floor, scrabbling to gain purchase, Hawkin used his momentum and launched himself into a roll, coming out of the roll Hawkin charged down the corridor in pursuit, a few stray shots from the criminal's weapon left Hawkin scrambling for cover, Hawkin waited for the distinctive clattering of feet on metal before continuing the chase.
Hawkin turned another corner and grabbed onto the the left railing using it to stop his slipping, Hawkin once again barreled down the corridor dodging a door that was just opening before jumping up a flight of stairs three at a time. Using the handrail at the top Hawkin spun around to confront the thief, only to find the corridor devoid of life. Drawing his weapon Hawkin edged forward into the room. Hawkin was pushed to the ground when the criminal charged at him from the shadows. begging the chase foregoing the stairs slid down the rail and used his momentum to continue his pursuit.
The criminal dropped into a nearby room. Seeing this Hawkin Aimed and fired a shot at his target before he escaped, It hit but went right through his target and into a loose Rivet, dislodging the rivet and sending that section of the deck into the river, the only thing running through his mind was 'curse my god forsaken luck' and 'curse those rusted supports'.
Harkness was less than pleased he went on an hour long lecture about safety and some such shit, Hawkin mainly payed attention to the segment of wall directly behind Harkness, It didn't take long before said man realized he was being ignored. In the end Hawking was stripped of all his worldly possessions to pay off the damages thankfully he was left with a set of clothes.
So here he was, Hawkin completely stripped of a job, caps and weapons. Left with nothing but an old regulator duster outfit, all because of his horrible luck. Hawkin sighed and wandered off into the distance looking for a weapon, some food and water.
(0o0)
A/N It's short but so are all my prologues. Thanks to Jaeger Gipsy danger for beta editing and thanks to you for reading.