Hello , Country Bumpkin
a fallout oc by LaikaBelle <3
RED ROSES
FOR THE KILLER
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- Landback.org
- Dignity: Of Earth and Sky
- Ghost Dance
- The Star Quilt of the Northern PlainsBonuses
* LONESOME ROAD: A Western themed Fallout playlist
* Venus in Vegas: AO3 Link
munLaika
21+. She/Her` I've been a fan of Fallout ever since I first stumbled my way through New Vegas on my PS3 when I was thirteen. I love writing and roleplaying, they're both huge passions of mine that I like to indulge in at least semi-frequently.My other interests include RWBY, Genshin Impact, Wuthering Waves, and writing fanfic!!
Find my personal multifandom blog at —> BohemianRequiem
who are you ,
who does not know her history ?
BASICS .
name: Venus Amentola
ethnicity: Klamath
pronouns: She/Her
birthday: August 28, 2255T.A.G. SKILLS & PERKS .
guns: center of mass, quickdraw
repair: jury rigging, strong back
survival: home on the rangeMENTAL .
alignment: chaotic good.
positive: loyal, good natured
negative: stubborn, independentPHYSICAL .
height: 6'0''
hair: blonde, long and flowing
eyes: dark brown
at a glance: muscular arms and wide shoulders, rough hands and dexterous fingers, an easy smile and a knowing look.EXTRA .
gender: cowboy
sexuality: lesbian
BIO.
Venus was born in the Black Hills of South Dakota, a thriving community located in the Great Plains Wasteland. Her mother was originally from a town called Klamath in the New California Republic while her father was a member of the Followers of the Apocalypse. They met on a long journey eastward, eventually arriving and settling down to become a part of the tight-knit community based out of the deep forests and rugged mountains of the Black Hills.Venus’ childhood was filled with days spent playing among towering pines and venturing deep into viridescent undergrowth in search of new adventures. Guided by her elders, she developed a deep respect for nature and learned the importance of providing for the land, protecting the Black Hills just as it protected them. At night, as they all gathered around the roaring campfires, Venus would listen with rapt attention to the fables and oral histories as they were passed down from one generation to the next. Her fondness for these stories grew in large part to the influence of her mother, who nurtured her love of reading, leaning, and telling tales surrounded by family.As she grew into a young woman, Venus’ mother would teach her how to handle and fire a rifle, as well as how to properly strip her weapon to provide thorough maintenance. Her father taught her how to speak with different types of technology and equipment, how to repair pre-war mechanisms and help them operate more efficiently.By the time that she became an adult, Venus was equipped with all the skills and knowledge that she needed to make her way in the wasteland — eventually becoming a caravan guard like her mother before her and making frequent trips across the long I-90 that crossed through the heart of Great Plains territory. She even began picking up jobs as a package courier making deliveries as far south as Nevada, always keeping an eye out for trouble on the desert horizon.But real trouble has a way of slipping by like that, a sharp blade hidden in the dark. The first betrayal comes in the form of a package bound for the flourishing community of The Divide. Later, she’s commissioned to deliver a platinum poker chip to the New Vegas Strip for an unknown benefactor. The pieces all finally fall into place when a man in a checkered suit puts a gun to her head and pulls the trigger twice.The world goes dark, but the story goes on...
you come back , but you come back wrong
YOU CAN GO HOME , COURIER.
Have you forgotten? Did the gray matter where two bullets found their mark contain all the memories you once held ofthat place?I remember, Venus. That package you carried — the destruction you brought — how you killed a nation.Smothered it in its crib.Winds of the Divide scream your name. The very same gale that flays men alive and leaves only the raving animal beneath. Bear and bull, still locked in battle. I'll be waiting for you here; where it is always the day after the end of the world.We'll have an ending , you and I.