XENOCYON

NOTE: Some characters do not coexist within each other's timelines. Timelines are labeled as West of Eden and Catalyst, each character page will list which timeline they're relevant to.

AVERY

NOTE: This carrd contains information for multiple AUs.

AT A GLANCE:
Avery’s first impression can often be described as heavy-handed. He is loud, confident, bound by the impulsive nature of raw instinct and charismatic despite his vices. Friendly to strangers but short tempered. A frequenter of seedy bars and rowdy rodeos. Lover of the outdoors. History of violence and substance abuse. Unbreakably loyal once a bond has been formed. Personality like a guard dog. Moderate height but built strong. Very expressive face; often seen with a toothy smile.> Big Mt. mutant of Dr. Borous’ design. Uncannily canine.
> Rides an ornery Appaloosa mare named Sunny.
> Usually wearing a modified Saturnite Fist.

ALLIANCES [FO:4]: BOS Insurgents / Brotherhood of Steel (former) / Railroad / Minutemen (tentative)OCCUPATION [FO:4]: Marine Corps 1st Lieutenant (former) / Brotherhood of Steel Sentinel (former) / BOS Insurgent SentinelALLIANCES [F:NV]: The Kings/Freeside / Followers of the Apocalypse / Dr. Mobius / West of Eden RanchOCCUPATION [F:NV]: Ranch hand (former) / Bullrider (former) / Bounty hunter / Legionary killer / Courier Six companion

PHYSICAL: Built sturdy and steady on his feet. Broad shoulders, broad hips, the word 'narrow' is a complete and utter stranger. Visible veins cut through the forearms, ample in his biceps and thighs. Calloused hands littered with tiny scars of his own making, an ode to impulsivity and a tendency to move faster than he thinks. Large and storied tattoos, murals of a long life in ink. Bright eyes colored like amber honey, wolf-in-the-night yellow. Freckled anywhere the sun touches, most abundant across the bridge of his nose and cheeks.NOTABLE FEATURES: Technically a mutant, literally part canine. Experimented upon by Dr. Borous, resulting in canid eyes, teeth, claws, and increased muscle density.

WEAPONS: Heavily modded gauss rifle (FO:4), laser-sighted 10mm sidearm (FO:4), Modded superheated saturnite fist (F:NV), salvaged gauss rifle (F:NV)SKILLS: Physical labor; always volunteers to help lift furniture. Leadership, public speaking, interrogating, intimidating, inspiring. Most skills requiring charisma and a natural affinity for leadership. Skilled in combat; military trained. No stranger to a firearm. Bar brawler.F:NV DIVERGENCE: Trained by the wastes, not by the military. More proficient with animals, horses in particular. Messier fighting style; more brutal. Competent with high-tech machinery; accumulated knowledge from time spent in Big Mountain.

COMMON THEMES: Fire, electricity, sunshine, molten metal metaphors; passionate and determined to an overbearing extent. Working dogs who only know how to be working dogs, most often attributed to a German Shepherds and wolves. Butterflies as a metaphor for transformation. Orange, red, yellow, warm earth tones. To love one person is to love the entire world. Selflessness, aggressive compassion. Brush fire temper. Loves hard, hits harder. Vengeance-driven.

HISTORY:F:NV VARIANT:
Avery Angel Moreno grew up in the small NCR occupied town of Camp Willow, Arizona, just across the Nevada border. At a young age his mother, Sarah, divorced his father, Angel, and departed for NCR territory in search of a fresh start. In tow with her she took Avery’s elder [and only] sibling, Bentley. Over the years Bentley would periodically return to visit his brother but maintaining a close relationship was an inevitable challenge. Better to be distant than gone.Soon as he was old enough to hoist himself up on a horse on his own, he began work alongside his dad at West of Eden Ranch. Avery has a special fondness for horses having grown up around them. His own horse, who would later accompany him in his journey across the Mojave, was initially gifted to him for having the same stubborn, bullheaded temperament Avery sported as a boy. Fast as she was mean, Avery named her Sonoran Sunshine. Sunny for short. At age 16, Avery’s father remarried to his step-mother, Marienne. This also introduced his step sister, Fern, into the family.As Legion occupation worsened across Arizona, making a decent living became a more daunting task with each sunrise and sunset. Eventually, Avery and his family had to address the very real possibility they may not be able to call Camp Willow home for long.With communities who hadn’t been claimed by the Legion already migrating out of Arizona and most traders excluding Camp Willow from their routes, Avery found himself traveling further and further from home in search of a decent share of caps. He found that rodeo prize money yielded the best rewards and an adrenaline rush to sweeten the pot. Avery pursued a brief career as a professional brahmin bullrider. Rodeos required travel, travel eventually took him to the other side of the Colorado. One hot summer night he stumbled across an all-seeing eye glowing electric-white on a projector screen stranded in the middle of the desert. Curiosity having gotten the best of him, he disappeared in a flash of light teleported off to Big Mountain.Avery spent a sum total of four years trapped in the science fiction nightmare most refer to as the Big Empty. There he underwent extensive genetic experimentation, as coordinated by Dr. Borous. It's a lonely existence being surrounded by dozens of people and yet only a small handful who can talk, a scarcely smaller number whom can hold a sane conversation. Avery became a sentinel to that place as time went on, a watchful guard dog to a home not of his choosing. Avery's escape from Big Mt. was facilitated by Dr. Mobius after having slowly forged an unlikely allyship.After Avery set his feet back on Mojave sand, he traveled back home to make amends for nearly half a decade of absence.Every desert native knows the brush in Arizona is dry and brittle; wildfire season lasts all year round. Drop one match and it can all go up in flames, the smoke will blot out the sky for days. The Legion are the match, the gasoline and the wind all in their own right. Upon returning to his home, Avery found it in a heap of rubble, ash and blood. There was no telling if his family had been captured or killed but no matter the case, that day marked the ushering in of a new name. El Lobo del Mojave; the Legion-hunting wolf.Additional relevant notes:> Avery’s real name is often ends up reserved for friends and partners, most often he's referred to as Lobo or Wolf. Raul calls him Perrito.> Avery’s name and reputation originate from his combat style and uniquely mutated appearance. He fights with a super-heated Saturnite Fist that’s had its blunted metal fingertips replaced with large claws. Avery’s mutations are the result of extensive genetic experimentation conducted by Dr. Borous at Big MT. He possesses reflective eyes like that of an animal, sharp claws, enlarged canine teeth and an obligate carnivore diet. Avery’s rebreather resembles the shape of a muzzle.-FO:4 VARIANT:
Born to Angel and Sarah Moreno in the year 2047, Avery was fortunate to have a childhood he looks back fondly on. Raised by a single father after his parents divorced at age 11, Avery spent most of his childhood on his father’s ranch, outdoors under the South Carolina sun. At age 17, his father re-married, introducing step-mother Marienne and step-sister Fernanda (Fern) into the family unit. Until he was drafted at the age of 18, Avery had an excellent relationship with his only sibling, Bentley Moreno. As his brother was only 2 years his senior, the two shared most milestones of their youth.Avery recalls his 20’s as the lowest point of his life. After serving his first tour in Anchorage, Alaska, Avery felt alienated from civilian life and so deeply bound to military structure that he continued to serve. A working dog who dare not stray too far from a handler’s side, gravitating toward the familiar because it was all he knew. A romantic by nature and yet most of his 20’s were spent alone; fear of leaving behind a widow weighed heavy on any attempts to kindle a relationship. Lonely by his own choosing and lonely out of a sense of obligation. Attaining the rank of Corporal within the Marine Corps over the course of his military career felt hollow.In 2077, with a bit more maturity and life experience under his belt, Avery made an effort to settle into life outside the military. Just shy of three months after returning stateside, his younger step-sister reached out to her elder siblings for support after her husband walked out on her & the child she was 8 months pregnant with. Bentley ignored the request to provide help despite being the better equipped of the two, being a father himself. Avery, unable to abandon his family, allowed his sister to live with him. Still hadn’t found his footing in civilian life and now tasked with caring for a child, Avery was apprehensive but willing to try.Severe post-partum depression was not something Avery was prepared to handle, try as he might. Fern’s mental health waned shortly after the birth of her son, Shaun. Feeling as though he was helpless to do anything but watch her decay is a burden that still weighs on his shoulders. In late 2077, he and Shaun were offered a place in Vault 111 in the event of nuclear detonations.2077 became 2287 in as little as a white-hot flash. Avoiding nuclear fire in a shroud of ice underground in Vault 111, Avery awoke to the skeleton of a home he never had the time to settle into. Frozen in a state of grieving his sister, awoken just to quickly tumble into a state of mania. Far too much far too fast; Avery struggled to adjust to the wasteland until encountering the Brotherhood of Steel at Cambridge Police Station. Their militaristic structure was familiar, he immediately latched onto the one thing in the wasteland he understood.Upon finding his footing in a new world, Avery shook the dust off and redirected his focus to finding his infant nephew. After seeking out the help of detective Nick Valentine (and Dogmeat), the search for Shaun’s abductor lead to one Conrad Kellogg. The trail sprawls on far beyond Kellogg, however, and the hunt for The Institute rose in the place of the hunt for a simple mercenary. Searching for a means into the Institute becomes a mutual interest with the Brotherhood; Avery was placed on the assignment to breach the Institute alongside the soldier who sponsored him upon his induction to the Brotherhood, Paladin Danse.Having earned respect through more military experience than the average wastelander, Avery climbed the ranks of the Brotherhood quicker than most. The cracks in the Brotherhood’s steel hull were always there but became impossible to ignore, a sense of unease within the paramilitary organization didn’t fully set in until his promotion to Paladin. A position of authority within the Brotherhood brought with it a new perspective, a view from an uglier angle. Easily defined as a cult, xenophobic, prone to violence if not offered compliance sooner rather than later. The Brotherhood calls itself a great help to the wasteland despite being a poisoned well.But Avery saw something worth fight for. It could be a real help to the wasteland, the resources and manpower they possess could inspire real, tangible change. A man desperate to be given a reason to be an optimist again, Avery sets his sights on changing the Brotherhood from within. Play by the rules well enough to garner respect, earn a name for himself, push the boundaries as far as they can go without breaking. By the year 2291, Avery attained the rank of Sentinel and used every bit of influence garnered by his station to poke holes in Arthur Maxson’s ideology.The Sentinel with a penchant for being a thorn in Maxson's side found himself shunted from the Brotherhood shortly after being given the order to execute Paladin Danse-- and promptly defecting. He's not ready to give up yet though, the seeds of change have been sown in the Brotherhood and come hell or high water he will see them sprout to see the sun.

BENTLEY

NAME: Bentley Lorenzo MorenoAGE: 242DOB: September 25thKARMA: EvilF:NV TIMELINE: West of Eden

ALLIANCES: Pre-war American government (former) / Enclave / MODUSOCCUPATION: Political analyst (former) / Enclave Officer

PHYSICAL: Broad shoulders, narrower chest and hips; looks taller than he actually is by way of a lanky build. Brown hair with a slight auburn tint, indicative of a ginger mother and dark-haired father. Heavily freckled. Brown eyes with a distinct warm undertone, colored like burnt sugar. Bright smile, always complimented by a mustache. Bentley ghoulified some time after the bombs fell, his skin retains some of its original hue with stripes of red-tan necrosing flesh filling in the gaps. Hair and mustache are long since gone but replaced by identical wigs.

WEAPONS: Non-automatic plasma pistol. Seldom used as he has little experience with combat.SKILLS: Diplomacy, debating, manipulating, lying, sweet-talking. Most matters associated with deceptive charm. Organizing, keeping records. Above competent understanding of robotics.

COMMON THEMES: Homesickness, the pre-war American dream, southern gentleman archetype. Metaphors for ghosts and robots. The comfort of home, most often expressed through a love for baking. A sense of hollowness despite a lively personality. King of nothing, content with his kingdom of nothing.

HISTORY:FO:4 VARIANT:
Bentley was born to the Moreno family on their ranch in South Carolina shortly after the young couple married. Very little of Bentley's childhood was spent as an only child as in only two years time, his younger sibling Avery was introduced to the family. Bentley grew up inseparable from his younger brother, most mistook them for twins by the time they reached their teenage years. Bentley's tight-knit bond with his brother created tension within his family, preventing a wound from healing by doing something as innocent as loving his sibling.Sarah and Angel Moreno divorced in the year 2066, just a year shy after Avery came forward with a realization about his gender identity. Even at such a young age, perhaps especially at such a young age, Bentley never saw his brother as anything other than a brother. By the time he reached adulthood, he struggled to remember a time Avery had been anything different.Their parents struggled to find common ground on the subject of raising Avery. Their father dug his heels in, insisting they ought to raise their sons as they saw themselves, while their mother resented the idea. In time, she stopped trying to change Avery. She opted to instead cut him from her life entirely, leaving him to be his father's son and only his father's son. Bentley, conversely, never left his mother's good graces. She adored him, often to a suffocating extent as he came to be regarded as her only remaining child.At such a young age Bentley struggled to know what the right answer to such a complicated question should be. He loved his brother, hated the way their mother treated him, but a young boy is still inclined to want a mother.Bentley's pre-teen years spanning up to age 18 were spent balancing on a tight-rope; striving to keep his bond with Avery while still having a maternal figure present in his life. He often spent weeks at a time with his mother while Avery lived full-time with their father. By their late teens, most of their time together was spent at school; Avery's habit of instigating fights frequently landed both of them in the principle's office.At 18, Bentley was abruptly separated from his best friend by the needs of the Great War sending Avery to the frontlines in Alaska. He never properly addressed his grief, he didn't have the time; shortly following Avery's departure North, Bentley began college at Georgetown University.Over the next ten years, Bentley earned his degree and settled into a cozy domestic life in Virginia. He married, had two children, built up a promising career as a political analyst- and yet most memories of his most fruitful years have faded into such a muddled image that he can scarcely recall his family's faces, much less their names.In the year 2070, Bentley was inducted into the Enclave shortly after stumbling upon their existence via his proximity to a Senator with whom he often rubbed elbows. He found himself extremely fortunate in that his proficiency in his line of work gave him a purpose within the Enclave. Bentley, however, had no vested interest in involving himself with the American government's underbelly. He was promptly offered a simple compromise, work within the Enclave or get a bullet between the eyes.Bentley had never been a fighter by nature. He settled into his new position quicker than he anticipated.Seven years passed, Bentley fell further and further in line with the Enclave's ideals, he made himself a valuable enough asset to the Enclave staff occupying the Whitesprings resort. He did so to such an extent that in October of 2077, on the eve of total annihilation, he was offered refuge in the Whitesprings bunker. However, this offer was extended to Bentley and Bentley alone. Perhaps leaving them behind sheds light on why the memories of his family are steeped so deep in shadows.Clawing his way to an Officer position necessitated a level of apathy, regrets surrounding the death of his family faded as the fallout settled outside. Their memories dulled, heartaches placed in a box and tucked into a corner to collect dust.Bentley began to ghoulify as the years passed. In an effort to retain his standing with the Enclave and save his own life, he orchestrated a unique plan pushing the boundary of batshit insane just enough to make it convincing to the likes of the Enclave. Operating in tandem with the MODUS system within the Whitesprings bunker, an AI which had taken a liking to him as he became aware of Bentley's gullibility and vulnerable mental state. Bentley disguised himself as a mobile ZAX supercomputer housed within an X01 suit of power armor.MODUS tailored his records to reflect his new identity, falsifying documentation of the procedure to copy his consciousness into a ZAX unit before Bentley's physical body expired. Fitted with a voice modulator to disguise his weathering ghoulish vocal chords, Bentley continued to serve within the Whitesprings branch of the Enclave.Curiously, in the year 2086 when MODUS chose to retaliate against an attempt at his own life, killing the Enclave staff within the Whitesprings bunker with airborne toxins, he sealed Bentley in the bunker's command center to spare him from the same fate. The AI then relayed to Bentley that with the rest of the staff having died under unforeseen circumstances- a lethal gas leak from which MODUS was only able to save Bentley- and thus control of the Whitesprings bunker fell to him.MODUS tampered with the records accessible within the bunker to verify the information he provided Bentley. As far as Bentley was concerned, he was the final survivor of a terrible accident and the only Enclave member left to carry out his duties.In addition to manipulating what information was available to Bentley, MODUS would compromise the short wave radios within the bunker, leading Bentley to the conclusion he was cut off from the rest of the Enclave. This falsified truth became reality following the destruction of Raven Rock, though Bentley remains in the dark about even that.MODUS carefully curates life within the Whitesprings bunker, vigilantly monitoring his ghost of the old world and commander of nothing.F:NV Variant pending.

FELIX

NAME: Felix Robin MatthewsAGE: 20 (FO:2) / 50+ (FO:NV)DOB: August 10thKARMA: NeutralTIMELINE: Catalyst

ALLIANCES: Bishop Family (former) / Wright Family / Broken Hills / ArroyoOCCUPATION: Slave (former) / Con artist / Prostitute / Gun-for-hire / Gambler / Card Counter / The Chosen One

PHYSICAL: Tall, lean, long-legged and elegant. A man who moves with purpose. A man who moves with grace and finesse; fancy footwork. Fair skinned but sun-kissed, freckled from head to toe even beneath his clothes. Golden-haired, blue eyed serpent. Charming gaze, charming smile. It takes a keen eye to see the ulterior motive behind his grin. Not particularly strong, pretty enough to make somebody else do the heavy lifting. Hair lazily slicked back, voluminous and thick where it rests against the nape of his neck. Effortlessly attractive. Confident stature. Gnarled halo scar around the circumference of his neck; impossible to mistake for anything but a slave collar.

WEAPONS: Energy weapons. Lovingly maintained plasma rifle. Laser pistol sidearm.SKILLS: A true con artist and cheating bastard at heart. Knows how to utilize his charming demeanor and handsome appearance. Manipulative sweet-talker. More intelligent than he has any right to be; reader of cards, reader of poker faces, menace at the poker table. Excellent flirt.

COMMON THEMES: The blue-eyed serpent, the charming cowboy with a voice like honey but no heart of gold to be found. Intelligence paired with weaponized looks, the one who plays the fool. Heart belongs to no one. Heart belongs to the thrill of rolling dice. A smile like the sun. Not all that glitters is gold. Not a bad man but certainly not a good one. Self-preservation comes first. Wanderlust-stricken. Lover at heart; non-monogamist. The handsome devil leaning against the doorframe. Robin Hood mentality; will not rob the poor, will gladly rob the rich blind. Authority is made to be disobeyed. Poor self-control, not for lack of self-awareness. Party boy. Daytripper. Day drinker.

HISTORY:Pending.

COLE

NAME: Cole Alexander MatthewsAGE: 26DOB: January 10thKARMA: NeutralTIMELINE: Catalyst

ALLIANCES: NCR (former), Followers of the Apocalypse (former), Big MountainOCCUPATION: NCR Fireteam Lead (former), Sniper, Geneticist, Courier Six

PHYSICAL: Built not unlike lean and limber kin who came before him, Cole teeters on the edge of lanky and elegant. Long-legged but knobby-kneed; wide hips slope into a figure that reminds of delicate cervidae bones. Likeness of the stag, regal yet distant. Avoidant of eye contact, verdant sagebrush irises. Warm-toned pale skin and golden blonde hair often worn in a messy bun. Dresses for efficiency and durability, dusters and well-worn bootcut jeans. Wears the Stealth Suit Mk. II beneath the unassuming attire, the suit speaks more often than he does. Often monotone.

WEAPONS: Anti-Material Sniper Rifle named Whisper. Utility knife.SKILLS: Intelligent to a fault. Critical and thorough, excellent judge of character not by empathetic connection but by apt observational skills. Good with machines, vested interest in biological research regarding genetic splicing experiments. Excellent spotter, better shot.

COMMON THEMES: The unwilling hero. Heart cast in stone. Comfortably misunderstood. Friend to machines. Friend to outcasts. Radical acceptance without a smile, a task is a task and a man's purpose will be fulfilled whether or not he wishes it so. Science before faith and yet a believer in fate. A body is a tool, mortal flesh is second to a greater cause. Loneliness of the desert frontier, the cactus wren nesting in the skeleton of a felled saguaro. Dust and whipping summer winds, salt flats baking in the sun, the ripple of heat off the asphalt. Deer-like, the quick reflexes of a prey animal. Bird-like, the patient sentry watching from the telephone wire. A human heart is equal to a hard drive, one who finds humanity in machines.

HISTORY:Pending.

ANGEL

NAME: Angel Lorenzo MorenoAGE: 57DOB: May 3rdKARMA: GoodTIMELINE: West of Eden

ALLIANCES: NCR, Camp Willow, Caesar's Legion (unwilling/former), West of Eden RanchOCCUPATION: Cowboy (former), Caravan guard (former), Legion hoofstock trainer (former), Brahmin rancher, Avery's dad

PHYSICAL: Built like the bulls he raises, dense and unshakable. Thickly muscled, fortified with the body fat necessary to make his strength worth its weight in gold. Large by design, even in his waning years his arms bear a resemblance to ironwood trunks. Slow and easy on the draw, retired rodeo bull cadence. Wiry, curly black body hair that creeps out onto the knuckles and peeks from beneath shirt collars. Square, callused hands and broad palms. Built by generations of working men. Smile like sunshine on a summer morning, dark charred firewood eyes.

WEAPONS: Family heirloom repeater rifle named "Senoria Sangre Rosa."SKILLS: Manual labor, repair jobs that don't require a delicate touch. Large animal husbandry, ranchland management, horse and brahmin training. Excellent cook. Blessed with boundless patience from raising up a hellraiser son, good listener.

COMMON THEMES: Gentle giant, intimidating in the way that a retired rodeo bull is intimidating. Frequent association with bulls, horses and mastiffs. Sunshine on a lazy summer morning; open fields sprawling in spun gold grass. Freedom is only appealing to the youth, wisdom of knowing when to settle down. The father figure, the single dad, stern but loving. Blue collar, rural, community and family driven. Flame kindred soul; patience was a learned trait. Calm in old age because of wild younger years. The father who fears seeing his reflection in his son.

HISTORY:Pending.

FERN

NAME: Fernanda Marie Moreno-TorresAGE: 26DOB: June 25thKARMA: V. GoodTIMELINE: West of Eden

ALLIANCES: NCR, Camp Willow, Caesar's Legion (unwilling/former), West of Eden RanchOCCUPATION: Caesar's Legion Slave (former), Wasteland Veterinarian, Followers of the Apocalypse Medic

PHYSICAL: All rounded edges and soft features, heart-shaped face and delicate hands, likeness of a mouse. Notably short, the smallest of her family; runt of the litter. Big round eyes, irises of ancient oak, distinct bow in the upper lip. Dark caramel skin, tans richer in the summer. Fat, wide-hipped, thick coiled black hair drapes down to the center of her back if not worn in a bun. Confident despite her stature, small doesn't have to mean vulnerable. Kind smile, sincere eyes.

WEAPONS: 9mm pistol, Machete, Utility knife concealed in a boot.SKILLS: Labors of compassion; medical doctor by trade. More experienced with animals. Good mediator, bad interrogator. First aid, wasteland medicine. Patience, sympathy, human connection.

COMMON THEMES: The power of compassion and human connection in a dystopian world, stubbornly tending to matters of the heart. Sincerity begets honesty, sympathy is a skill that can be honed like any other. Open heart, open hands. Sympathy for the wicked. Compassion toward animals, natural affinity with animals suggests trustworthiness. The bravery required of a doctor. Commonly associated with mice and birds. Power and strength achieved by non-physical means. Lover of learning, motivated by causes to preserve knowledge. The color green; the desert in bloom after monsoons. Saguaro blossoms, poppies, desert hills painted with budding wildflowers.

HISTORY:Pending.

SPIDER

( WIP )

NAME: Addison Walker, SpiderAGE: 29DOB: December 17thKARMA: EvilTIMELINE: West of Eden

RAFAEL

( WIP )

NAME: Rafael DavisAGE: 244DOB: February 7thKARMA: GoodTIMELINE: West of Eden