Work in progress
| Fallout Bob
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| Player: @LilDruid
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| [[Image:|300px|]]
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| Class Focus:
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Ranged DPS
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| Power Level:
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15
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| Research & Development:
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Arms (Ordance)
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| Personal Data
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| Real Name:
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Bob. No, not Robert. Bob.
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| Known Aliases:
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Robert
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| Species:
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Human (Mutate)
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| Ethnicity:
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Unknown
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| Age:
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Late 20s
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| Height:
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Short
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| Weight:
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How long?
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| Eye Color:
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Green. Glowing. Is that bad?
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| Hair Color:
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Bleached down to the DNA
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| Biographical Data
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| Nationality:
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Unknown
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| Occupation:
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Mutate Munitions Expert
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| Place of Birth:
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The dirt farm
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| Base of Operations:
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Nowhere
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| Marital Status:
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Bob is too good for just one lady.
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| Known Relatives:
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Bub (Bomb god and brother)
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| Known Powers
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| DNA altered by atomic fallout to increase regeneration.
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| Known Abilities
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| Likes guns. Also likes meat, but that might not be an ability. Can dig a fallout foxhole in 4 seconds flat with his not-so-bare hands.
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| Equipment
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| Lead anti-radiation apron, brass knuckles, gas mask, Pistols, Shotgun, Gattling Gun, Grenades, RPG... You know, it's probably safe to assume if it involves gunpowder or explosives, Bob has it.
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| Bob wishes to know why you're here.
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Caught near the edge of a nuclear... nucular... atomic explosion in burning sands! Thus was born, Fallout Bob! Previously a prosperous dirt farmer with 8 super model wives and 3 limos, that was all changed when his farm was blown away. Now weilding his guns, since he loves guns, in fact guns are one of his favorite things. And meat. Guns and meat. In fact he made some guns out of meat once. The meat made out of guns didn't work so well... What was Bob talking about?
