(NPC?) Switzerland APP

[bigbrotherswitzy]

OOC
Player Name: Jen, Jencks, Kags
Player Age: 19
Instant Messengers:
Aim: JinxJencks
MSN: [e-mail]

IC
Nation: Switzerland


Name: Vash Zwingli
Vault of Origin: 50
Age:21
DoB: August 01
Sex: Male
Height: 5'5”
Weight: 130-all muscle.

Appearance:
You've gained your own personal guardian angel. The Mysterious Stranger wears a fedora and overcoat, like the protagonists of 1950s film noir. He is a short young man with blond hair (in a chin-length bob cut) and green eyes. When he is not stalking watching over his childhood love, he wears a green jacket, brown pants, and a white hat, and is often seen having a rifle slung over his shoulder. He also has a cross shaped scar on his left shoulder. (Shamelessly copied and pasted from Hetalia Archives and Fallout)


Caravan:Whoever-usually with the traders
Position in Caravan: Guard
Town: Las Vegas
Job: Whatever the Vargas family requires him to do... Within reason.

Pet: At one point owned three goats. Eiger, Jungfrau, and Mönch.

Personality: Frugal. He hates spending more than he absolutely must, and thus has acquired a taste for the cheaper-yet still of decent quality- things in life. When the people around him get into pointless arguments, he has a knack for pulling himself out and far away from the problem. He even has no problem retaliating against anyone who tries to drag him into the drama, either. Vash was raised with a strong set morals, -almost-always acting as a gentleman. And although he was raised along side of the Vargas family, he will never be use to their wild antics.
Productive. He's an early riser and feels the need to be prepared. It unnerves him greatly when something unexpected happens. Which seems to happen quite often, with the predictability of his bosses.
Strengths and Weaknesses:Trigger happy. If you upset him, know that he'll never miss. Great for target practice and to keep up his aim.
Preacher... If someone steps outside the code of conduct he holds up for himself, he'll see to it that the others habit is fixed one way or another. Not good for new acquaintances...
Over Protective. Good you can say, In such a dangerous world. But bad because if he's in guardian angel mode, the ward may be questioned to why so many are being harmed around them...
Smart. He can get himself in and out of a bad situation, and is capable of using most fire arms. Give him a few moments to understand the obscure boom-sticks people make in their basements...
Equipment/Weapons:fully loaded .44 Magnum. Lots and lots of amo. Usually wears enough layers to keep himself warm. Has a zippo lighter that is low on gas-used when all hope of starting a fire on his own is lost... Which is quite rare. Along with a set of lock pics, small rations, and three grenades.

History:Vash's father was born in a small town in Texas. Where men were raised to be gentlemen that had a firm grip on their guns. His cleverness, gun smarts, and connections earned him position in the CIA. While on his many assignments to Switzerland, he fell in love with a beautiful-yet head strong-local girl. When she became pregnant with Vash, she moved out of her homeland and into the father's apartment in Washington DC. But that wasnt for long. When the slightest hint of bombs falling down on the States came in, the Zwingli family moved into vault 50 without quarrel.
All Vash can remember of his childhood is the vault, and a little blond girl named Lili. Their mothers were the best of friends back in the day, and Vash's father pulled many strings to allow the two families to live together within Vault 50. And the moment Lili was born, Vash assumed the roll of big brother. No one was excepted from his fiery wrath when Lili was hurt or even cried, all but of course the parents of the two.
However those happy days changed when Mr. Zwingli was assigned to Las Vegas as part of the project to bring back order to the country. Vash was given no choice but to move out with his parents. Leaving his Lili behind without word to where he was going.
There, the Zwingli family found out quickly who was the true law of the land. A lecherous man by the name of Vargas eventually hired Mr. Zwingli as his personal body guard and provided a house for the family to live in. Vash was from then on taught how to walk in his father's foot steps to eventually provide protection for the Vargas Heir, Feliciano. He learned everything he could about guns, and even received CIA training from his father. Unlike most children, he enjoyed these lessons compared to being forced to be a playmate for the Vargas children. They were too different from Lili, and he generally got a headache from being with them for too long.
It wasn't until many years had passed when he saw his dear little Lili, again.
Hard to remember which important mission he was on, since Mr. Vargas had sent him out many times in that general direction. But he remembered stopping by a large campsite to warm himself by the fire. No one really paid any mind to him. He didnt know if to be insulted or relieved. But this did give him an undisturbed moment with his long lost friend. He spoke a few words of disbelief to himself, and then in her half awakened state they briefly spoke to each other. Just with the few words that passed between the two, he knew she hadn't changed and that no one was properly looking after her. He let her fall back to sleep and disappeared without a trace. He later arranged with Mr. Vargas to have some time off every now and then to watch over and check up Lili secretly.

Writing Sample:

Just as Vash suspected, she needed him. He snuck into the building just in time. Presumably just before the raiders gave out their demands and attacked. He peered down from the balcony within the saloon, counting each and every person, threat or no. There were two raiders, both heavily armed and standing tall as they wandering around with their guns raised. All the civilians ducked underneath tables and behind chairs for cover. Lili was huddled underneath the bar, visibly shaking. The barman was still standing with his hands up in the air waiting for orders. The raiders snickered before wandering over to him, asking highly offensive questions about the little girl hidden below.
Vash could feel something in the back of his mind snap. He whipped out his magnum without even aiming, shooting both raiders through the skull, instantly killing them both. The raider's bodies dropped to the floor, their guns, bits of apparel, and other things clattered while the civilians yelped or gasped in shock. A few women even whimpered, but as much as Vash regretted for allowing a lady see such a gruesome sight, he would not apologize for saving their lives.
Before the civilians had a chance to recover and realize where those shots have been fired from, he stepped back into the shadows of the balcony. Over in the far corner was a secluded area with a bordered up window. It made the perfect entrance and escape route to the back of the saloon that was left unwatched.
Hopefully this event would remind the town's officials of the need to raise their security, and hire on more guards. But Vash didn't put it past them to hold their greed higher than their lives. So he was already planning to camp out in the hills that overlook the town, for the best vantage point if the raider's friends wander by and finish the job.


((This is my first time playing such a character, so please, comments are welcomed. Any perspective Austria, Japan, Finland, ect: feel free to contact me for history and thread planning.))

[Feliciano Vargas]

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