I'm always impressed with the people who create distinct personalities for their characters in a game and then act them out. The people who play a travelling merchant running from the NPC in Fallout or an axe-murderer in Skyrim who collects the heads of their victims in a house, or create a backstory for themselves in an RPG/MMO.
Have you done something like that? If so tell us the story of your character or what they did!
For example, here is the story of Chris Avellone's 80's android who destroyed everything he touched and was hailed the 'messiah of disappointment'. GIG0 [http://forums.obsidian.net/blog/1/entry-164-wasteland-1-and-that-old-school-skill-set-symphony/]
And this is my story of a New Vegas character (taken from another recent thread)
Have you done something like that? If so tell us the story of your character or what they did!
For example, here is the story of Chris Avellone's 80's android who destroyed everything he touched and was hailed the 'messiah of disappointment'. GIG0 [http://forums.obsidian.net/blog/1/entry-164-wasteland-1-and-that-old-school-skill-set-symphony/]
G.I.G.0: Stands for �Garbage In, Garbage Out,� and his name reinforces that there's something flawed in this character's intrinsic android programming, since the last character is a zero not the letter O. I saw him as a damaged android the Rangers deem only worthwhile for reconnaissance in hazardous areas, notably because it seems like he's been damaged already (past warranty is what G.I.G.0 occasionally says, although no one's quite sure what he means when he says this - they assume its a location in the game, and who knows, they may be right).
While G.I.G.0 will respond to his name when addressed, he will remind each new speaker once that G.I.G.0. is not his original designation, which has left some inhabitants of the Wasteland to wonder what kind of nation this 'Desig' may be and if all the residents are like G.I.G.0.
G.I.G.0 wandered in from the wastes, following a radio signal being broadcast from a series of TSR-80 cultists (based on this, I assumed it might also be fun if I imagined him as occasionally stopping to have conversations with radio towers and computers in the game). He walked into the base and started communicating in Basic which the cultists understood and assumed he might be some sort of programming messiah sent by the Tandy gods and lavished praise and goods on him to encourage him to stay and guide them.
As years passed, however, G.I.G.0. became their messiah of disappointment and made them wonder if the pre-war years were more of a mess than it may have seemed from the history books to have made G.I.G.0. in the first place: Initially believing that an android gift from the wastes was a blessing, the cultists discovered the android had some series of programming flaws, and as far as compiling code and helping with repairs and programming around the base, it wasn't helpful. At all. Every computer G.I.G.0. seemed to interact with on any complex level beyond simple on/off tests created near-catastrophic failures.
After he nearly flooded the lower levels of their facility with waste after being asked to recompile the sewage treatment management code, they gave him the name Garbage In, Garbage Out, blaming whoever built G.I.G.0. for his current programming weaknesses. G.I.G.0. accepted this new designation, although he seems unable to spell it without replaced the 'O' at the end with a zero, further proof of some fundamental programming flaw.
Generally considered a pain and a burden, the cultists were tempted to send him back out into the wastes and let him roam until he found another culture to curse with his presence. Then another plan occurred to them - they'd offload him, and kill two birds with one stone. (Or two vultures with one shotgun shell, as it were.)
The cultists had a deal going with the Rangers for protection which was quite costly in terms of resources and trade goods. In a closed door meeting in the cult basement, a new plan presented itself: they disliked their Ranger contact and protector, a loud jock/bully by the name of Sergeant Donner who had a habit of self-promoting himself the more he drank and disrupting their chess games by calling them sissies and arranging their Kings, Queens, and Pawns in humiliating positions. The monks grumbled that Donner was a 4K moron in a 16K world but now his chronic moronism worked to their advantage.
While Donner knew what an android was, he didn't understand electronics, and he wouldn't realize that G.I.G.0. was a lemon. So the monks feigned that they were running out of trade goods, and as much as it pained them to do so, they asked Donner if they could trade their prized android for a 10 year contract of protection. Donner chewed it over, then said, make it a 5 year contract, and you've got a deal. The monks again feigned distress and after copious comments about them getting the worst of the deal, they sighed and agreed.
G.I.G.0. was shipped off to Ranger Center and became part of the crew bound for Highpool, the Agricultural Center, and the Desert Nomads all leading to the road to Vegas and the threat rising there.
While G.I.G.0 will respond to his name when addressed, he will remind each new speaker once that G.I.G.0. is not his original designation, which has left some inhabitants of the Wasteland to wonder what kind of nation this 'Desig' may be and if all the residents are like G.I.G.0.
G.I.G.0 wandered in from the wastes, following a radio signal being broadcast from a series of TSR-80 cultists (based on this, I assumed it might also be fun if I imagined him as occasionally stopping to have conversations with radio towers and computers in the game). He walked into the base and started communicating in Basic which the cultists understood and assumed he might be some sort of programming messiah sent by the Tandy gods and lavished praise and goods on him to encourage him to stay and guide them.
As years passed, however, G.I.G.0. became their messiah of disappointment and made them wonder if the pre-war years were more of a mess than it may have seemed from the history books to have made G.I.G.0. in the first place: Initially believing that an android gift from the wastes was a blessing, the cultists discovered the android had some series of programming flaws, and as far as compiling code and helping with repairs and programming around the base, it wasn't helpful. At all. Every computer G.I.G.0. seemed to interact with on any complex level beyond simple on/off tests created near-catastrophic failures.
After he nearly flooded the lower levels of their facility with waste after being asked to recompile the sewage treatment management code, they gave him the name Garbage In, Garbage Out, blaming whoever built G.I.G.0. for his current programming weaknesses. G.I.G.0. accepted this new designation, although he seems unable to spell it without replaced the 'O' at the end with a zero, further proof of some fundamental programming flaw.
Generally considered a pain and a burden, the cultists were tempted to send him back out into the wastes and let him roam until he found another culture to curse with his presence. Then another plan occurred to them - they'd offload him, and kill two birds with one stone. (Or two vultures with one shotgun shell, as it were.)
The cultists had a deal going with the Rangers for protection which was quite costly in terms of resources and trade goods. In a closed door meeting in the cult basement, a new plan presented itself: they disliked their Ranger contact and protector, a loud jock/bully by the name of Sergeant Donner who had a habit of self-promoting himself the more he drank and disrupting their chess games by calling them sissies and arranging their Kings, Queens, and Pawns in humiliating positions. The monks grumbled that Donner was a 4K moron in a 16K world but now his chronic moronism worked to their advantage.
While Donner knew what an android was, he didn't understand electronics, and he wouldn't realize that G.I.G.0. was a lemon. So the monks feigned that they were running out of trade goods, and as much as it pained them to do so, they asked Donner if they could trade their prized android for a 10 year contract of protection. Donner chewed it over, then said, make it a 5 year contract, and you've got a deal. The monks again feigned distress and after copious comments about them getting the worst of the deal, they sighed and agreed.
G.I.G.0. was shipped off to Ranger Center and became part of the crew bound for Highpool, the Agricultural Center, and the Desert Nomads all leading to the road to Vegas and the threat rising there.
And this is my story of a New Vegas character (taken from another recent thread)
She started off a street rat, fairly innocent and people felt the urge to protect her for that, but unaware. She had grown up around people, but not with them and was lacking even basic education. She had no concept of property or ownership and would walk into the houses of people she liked and sleep on their furniture for safety, happily pocketing anything that took her eye.
And so she was walking through the game when she suddenly ran into the Legion and it freaked her out so hard that she ran out of the town and kept on running in the wrong direction, through lonely mountains with the shadows of mutants and monsters straight to Las Vegas. (skipping a good 2/3's of the game)
And people there treated her like royalty, particularly Mr house, they wanted her favours, they gave her a bed. She put on a bonnet she found and started strutting around like she owned the place.
... and then her benefactor demanded that she walk straight into the heart of Legion territory.
She freaked out for days, walking through Vegas and not sleeping until she decided that Mr House had give her a _bed_ and this was something she had to do. The Legion were absolutely terrifying, they executed people in front of her but she tricked them and it's then that Yes Man's words begin to seep into her mind. Why should he be the one in charge of this army? Why did she need to work for anyone anymore?
And with that thought it was as good as done. She assassinated Mr House and with the help of a broken robot bound the rest of New Vegas. She had no plans, no ability to reconstruct like Mr House or unite like Caesar and she didn't even understand the democracy of the NCR. But as said before, she had no concept of other people's property, and now the world was hers.
She wasn't the leader Vegas needed, but given the petty infighting and constant wars and factionalism, she was probably the leader they deserved
And so she was walking through the game when she suddenly ran into the Legion and it freaked her out so hard that she ran out of the town and kept on running in the wrong direction, through lonely mountains with the shadows of mutants and monsters straight to Las Vegas. (skipping a good 2/3's of the game)
And people there treated her like royalty, particularly Mr house, they wanted her favours, they gave her a bed. She put on a bonnet she found and started strutting around like she owned the place.
... and then her benefactor demanded that she walk straight into the heart of Legion territory.
She freaked out for days, walking through Vegas and not sleeping until she decided that Mr House had give her a _bed_ and this was something she had to do. The Legion were absolutely terrifying, they executed people in front of her but she tricked them and it's then that Yes Man's words begin to seep into her mind. Why should he be the one in charge of this army? Why did she need to work for anyone anymore?
And with that thought it was as good as done. She assassinated Mr House and with the help of a broken robot bound the rest of New Vegas. She had no plans, no ability to reconstruct like Mr House or unite like Caesar and she didn't even understand the democracy of the NCR. But as said before, she had no concept of other people's property, and now the world was hers.
She wasn't the leader Vegas needed, but given the petty infighting and constant wars and factionalism, she was probably the leader they deserved
