Courier-Six
Courier Six
General Details:
Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
Eye Color: Green, shifts to gray and pale blue on occasion
Build: Firm, stout, muscular
General Appearance: Heavily scarred, muscularly defined
Personality: Skeptical, unaffectionate, often stoic
Most notable skills: Charismatic when need arises, firearms specialist, tinkerer, avid tracker
Faction Alignment: Neutral, Independent
Biography/Personal Information:
The Courier's life before Vegas and the Mojave are unclear, especially to him. Even his true name has been lost to time. Courier remains its suitable replacement - a title that he deems fitting. That reminds him strangely of his home... his history.
What he is known for is his presence in the Mojave. His pivotal role in the fate of Hoover Dam, Vegas, and the Mojave as a whole.
Detailed Physical and Personality Description:
The Courier is not a meager man. His frame is broad and stout, his body wrought of wiry muscle. His skin has been kissed by the brutal Mojave sun. His eyes, a brilliant shade of emerald that changes shade with each change of season, are wise, knowing, and often overwhelmingly intimidating. The scars on his skin and his flesh tell as much about him as his actions do - especially the indentation on the right side of his skull.
Throughout the years and during the crisis where House, the Bear, and the Bull threatened the safety and sanctity of Vegas, people have known the Courier to be firm and resolute. Though many perceived him as fair, agreeable, and often even endearing they were set entirely unaware of the shell he had carved for himself. Those who grew closer to him realized that he was not as charismatic as he led many to believe.
In fact, the few - very few - that grew close enough to him were introduced to an entirely different man. One who was often distant, quiet, and entirely reserved. His companions who trudged with him through the Mojave wastes knew him better than the small-town commoner, the prospector, the high-rolling Vegas resident and even any of the figureheads of the New Vegas War.
He was truly a brooding, solitary man. One who shielded himself with words of charm, a facade of thriving personality. The Courier is a man who suffers from a plethora of un-diagnosed stress orders. Even he doesn't remember if he obtained him through his trials in the Mojave or if his past had riddled him with a broken spirit. Regardless, after granting Vegas its independence - after freeing Joshua Graham and his warring tribes, silencing the bubbling-brain matter at Big Mountain, barricading the fort of the Sierra Madre, and stopping the monster that was Ulysses a sense of purpose was lost to him.
All of his problems, his harrowing loneliness, his broken spirit returned to him. Not even his closest friends - Boone, Cass, Raul among others - could drag him out of his effective stupor.
And not even they know what has become of him. Over time, Vegas and all of those in the Mojave who owed him their gratitude gradually came to forget him. His name but a legend, another lost hero to take for granted.
They say he wanders, sometimes standing vigil over the Vegas he created, sometimes wandering aimlessly - east to west, west to east.
After all, who is to know what becomes of a Courier when no one needs t hem anymore?
| If war doesn't change, men must change, and so must their symbols. Even if it's nothing at all, know what you follow, Courier... Ulysses |
General Details:
Hair Color: Chestnut Brown
Eye Color: Green, shifts to gray and pale blue on occasion
Build: Firm, stout, muscular
General Appearance: Heavily scarred, muscularly defined
Personality: Skeptical, unaffectionate, often stoic
Most notable skills: Charismatic when need arises, firearms specialist, tinkerer, avid tracker
Faction Alignment: Neutral, Independent
Biography/Personal Information:
The Courier's life before Vegas and the Mojave are unclear, especially to him. Even his true name has been lost to time. Courier remains its suitable replacement - a title that he deems fitting. That reminds him strangely of his home... his history.
What he is known for is his presence in the Mojave. His pivotal role in the fate of Hoover Dam, Vegas, and the Mojave as a whole.
Detailed Physical and Personality Description:
The Courier is not a meager man. His frame is broad and stout, his body wrought of wiry muscle. His skin has been kissed by the brutal Mojave sun. His eyes, a brilliant shade of emerald that changes shade with each change of season, are wise, knowing, and often overwhelmingly intimidating. The scars on his skin and his flesh tell as much about him as his actions do - especially the indentation on the right side of his skull.
Throughout the years and during the crisis where House, the Bear, and the Bull threatened the safety and sanctity of Vegas, people have known the Courier to be firm and resolute. Though many perceived him as fair, agreeable, and often even endearing they were set entirely unaware of the shell he had carved for himself. Those who grew closer to him realized that he was not as charismatic as he led many to believe.
In fact, the few - very few - that grew close enough to him were introduced to an entirely different man. One who was often distant, quiet, and entirely reserved. His companions who trudged with him through the Mojave wastes knew him better than the small-town commoner, the prospector, the high-rolling Vegas resident and even any of the figureheads of the New Vegas War.
He was truly a brooding, solitary man. One who shielded himself with words of charm, a facade of thriving personality. The Courier is a man who suffers from a plethora of un-diagnosed stress orders. Even he doesn't remember if he obtained him through his trials in the Mojave or if his past had riddled him with a broken spirit. Regardless, after granting Vegas its independence - after freeing Joshua Graham and his warring tribes, silencing the bubbling-brain matter at Big Mountain, barricading the fort of the Sierra Madre, and stopping the monster that was Ulysses a sense of purpose was lost to him.
All of his problems, his harrowing loneliness, his broken spirit returned to him. Not even his closest friends - Boone, Cass, Raul among others - could drag him out of his effective stupor.
And not even they know what has become of him. Over time, Vegas and all of those in the Mojave who owed him their gratitude gradually came to forget him. His name but a legend, another lost hero to take for granted.
They say he wanders, sometimes standing vigil over the Vegas he created, sometimes wandering aimlessly - east to west, west to east.
After all, who is to know what becomes of a Courier when no one needs t hem anymore?
- Location
- The Mojave, Post-war America
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Courier, Liberator of Vegas
