Name: Laura Jeffries
Personal effects: Currently none. Her clothes consist only of the white tank top and shorts she wore beneath her recon armor when the slavers seized it.
Laura was born and bred a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, her father a scribe, her mother a knight. The Capital Wasteland was to prove her first real assignment, a trial by fire in which to complete her initiate training. She was well on her way to earning her armor and becoming a full-fledged member of the company when a bit of misplaced empathy led her wrong. Disregarding orders to abandon a group of unidentified wasters pinned down by mutie attackers, she separated from her unit and provided covering fire that allowed them to break free. Unfortunately, she had picked the wrong band to help, these were Paradise Fall slavers in the midst of a collection run. Bushwhacked by the very people she just saved, Laura was disarmed and happily added to their week’s catch and is now on transit back to their home base.
Laura is a proud, confident woman with the background of a BoS soldier and is in near peak physical condition for her small size. Her mind is set on escaping or at least taking a few of these slaver scum with her on her way out. A brave plan but with no weapons and a explosive collar strapped to her neck, it is one more easily imagined than accomplished.
Sexual preferences: Looking mainly for sub scenarios although my character will be reluctant/rebellious, having only just been taken and her spirit so far unbroken. Open to most anything, very few limits, when in doubt just shoot me a PM.
Name: Wes Creighton
Personal effects: Chinese Assault Rifle with two full clips and makeshift bayonet, combat knife, .32 revolver with four rounds, crowbar (his answer to lock picks). He typically dresses in a well worn jean jacket, aviators, and a pair of filthy green cargo pants. Keeps a stash of cigarettes, Nuka Cola, some caps, and a couple weapons magazines in his bunk.
Background: Wes has lived out in the wastes since he was very young, starting out operating a trade caravan with his father and brother until things went sour for them and eventually moving on to work as a hired gun for various outfits, merchants, settlers, and even the occasional raider party. Such a life does things to a man over time, hardens him and eats at his soul. By the time he washed up among the slavers, what was left was a creature of little remorse or evident empathy. His time at Paradise Falls has only furthered further calloused him and he treats the slaves much as the others do, as a commodity to be used and abused at a whim. If there is anything decent left him he hides it well, for such sentiment does not pay in this cruel life.
Sexual preferences: Dom mainly. Open to pretty much anything, which means I’ll mostly conform to my partner’s preferences. Could be fairly rough NC sort of stuff or something more consensual. I left this guy intentionally open for various possibilities.