#cherry feltman fo4

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a collection of really good images of cherry’s adventures

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Hiiiii everyone 1st post on the fallout side acc!! This is my girlie Cherry Feltman, my main FO4 OC

Somewhere in her family tree she is related to the man credited for creating the first hot dog stand in the US, Charles Feltman… Or at least, that’s what her and her family say to keep business coming in the radiated world of the wasteland.

She is still a work in progress like backstory wise and I have some things drafted and working but I wanted to share meow

My little blorbo. She’s like unhinged but smooth about it like 40% self insert lololo

Credit to renardoniro for the vault girl maker art! Rest of the art is mineeee

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Skin Deep

Cherry Feltman (FO4 OC), John Hancock (FO4), 926~ words

shoutout to Hancock for glitching through this aesthetic video I tried to take of Cherry <3 wrote some of cherry backstory and early Hancock interactions because why not

In the heart of the wasteland, Cherry, a scientist with a knack for unconventional experiments, works tirelessly in Sanctuary and shares her latest project with everyone's favorite ghoul.

Cherry wiped the sweat from her brow, her eyes scanning the cluttered workbench covered in medical instruments. The dim light of Sanctuary's workroom cast long shadows, making the array of scalpels, syringes, and papers seem almost alive. It had been another long, uneventful, humid day filled with her personal projects. Her thoughts drifted to the Sole Survivor, hoping they'd return soon and break the monotony with some excitement or a brilliant idea.

With a heavy sigh, Cherry slid to the floor, leaning her back against the bench. "This totally blows," she muttered in her soft, country drawl, unsure if she was talking to herself or the scattered tools.

"Doesn’t look like blow to me."

Startled, Cherry looked up to see a pair of familiar, dirty boots. They looked ill-fitting. And kinda ugly.

"Hey, Hancock," she greeted him without moving her gaze from his ugly boots.

"Whatcha' doin' on the floor?" Hancock asked, amusement in his voice.

"Thinkin'. The usual," Cherry replied meeting his gaze.

Hancock scoffed a laugh, moving past her to rummage through the workbench.

"Wait, don't mess up my stuff!" Cherry jumped up, clumsily bumping into Hancock. He turned, an amused grin on his face.

"Uh, how 'boutcha listen to my new project. Pretend like you're a doctor and don't mess with this workbench, and I'll donate you some of my most valuable grape Mentats," she added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Pavloving still worked, right?

It did.

Hancock sat on a stool by the workbench, idling with his knife and waiting for her to start.

Adjusting her glasses, Cherry giggled and displayed the workbench a little too upbeat. "From hot dogs to deathclaws," she began.

"Can I, uh, get the Mentats before all of this?" Hancock raised an eyebrow, already clocked out.

"That's the name of my study," Cherry explained, completely ignoring his comment, which caused a scoff. "I grew up in the countryside of the wastelands with my pop. Learned a lot about food, people, and bioengineerin' crops through the family business. I hated the old pre-war dream we was chasin' of a fancy hot dog company, so I started experimentin' with it. Y'know, bein' all adaptable to the wastelands. You know how Jet is made from brahmin dung fumes? Well, think of a similar chem. And, uh, one that could be injected in hot dogs. Mostly as a joke. Or teenage rebellion.” Cherry tucked a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear, an ill-fitting chuckle escaping her lips.

Hancock blinked a few times.

“My pop was furious. Didn’t understand why I was doin' it once he caught me sellin' 'em. Baby's first hot-dog-drug deals. I ended up replaced from the lab department and moved to work the farm."

She pouted, her freckled face looking contemplative. "Anyway, what was I talkin' about?" Cherry's face quickly brightened. "Oh yeah! I’ve moved on to bigger projects now. Somethin' to actually help people. That was just the from hot dogs part."

Cherry gestured to the work table, pointing at what looked like descaled skin on a dish. "I’m workin' on a therapy for y'all ghoulfolk. Nothin' too crazy, just to help cosmetically and maybe regeneratively. In theory. I was harvestin' a deathclaw after a rough fight and noticed deep in the skin—its texture and elasticity. I might have been on somethin' then, but I dissected it, tested it, and have been experimentin' since. My idea is to use this as a skin matrix on ghouls, a graft for injuries or skin blemishes. Maybe we can patch people up, make 'em smile, or even slow the feralization process if I figure out this regeneration thing…" Cherry frowned, glancing at Hancock. “Though, people round these parts don’t care much about ghouls either way. If someone was rich enough, they’d just get their noggin put in a synth or somethin'."

“Woah woah woah, so you'd rather make me into another Nick Valentine?”

“No, the opposite, ideally. My father got all ghoul-y. Only found out he'd been hidin' it after I started workin' on the farm. He used to be vain, doin' interviews and advertisements with whoever, chasin' some image of the family business that hasn't existed for centuries. It’d… be nice to help him, and others like him. Even if it’s just cosmetic, to smooth out the ridges caused by radiation. Make 'em feel better. I need to do more research on the tissue regeneration aspect, and make sure there's no cross-species diseases…” Cherry began to ramble to herself on the so many things she still didn't have answers for.

Hancock's eyes softened as he looked at her. "Cherry, most folks just see us ghouls as monsters, but you're trying to give us a bit of our humanity back. That's something special.”

Cherry smiled, a faint blush creeping over her freckled cheeks as she was taken out of her ramble. "Oh, huh? Thanks, Hancock.” She had been wandering alone with her ideas for quite a bit of time before meeting the Sole Survivor and their companions.

Hancock chuckled, his grin returning. "Just keep doing what you do, doll. Who knows, maybe one day you'll be the hero ghouls never knew they needed." He winked and got up from the stool, pocketing the Mentats laying on the bench. "And hey, if you ever figure out how to make me look as pretty as a pre-war movie star, I’ll be your first test subject."

Cherry laughed as she rolled her eyes, the tension easing from her shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, she could make a difference in this shitty wasteland

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RARE CHERRY UNLOCKED….. no makeup and hair down she has like the worst vision ever bc of the coloboma pupils so she is prob washing herself n her clothes in pure radiation

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good morning today i am thinking of bobbi no nose and cherry’s relationship…

somehow crossing eachothers paths after bunny let her go while she had the chance. cherry’s perception of goodneighbor being at odds with what’s she’s heard across settlements and then what bobbi is saying. cherry’s whole thing is finding ghouls and working on her product, so somewhere like goodneighbor where there are a lot of ghouls is where she was trying to end up. maybe she takes a break with bobbi and picks up an odd job or two with her. trying to scope it out.

bobbi seems lost despite being so hard on the outside so i think cherry is pretty curious to her story that she is definitely reluctant to share. we never see her again after she leaves in fo4 so like where does she go? does Cherry still cross her path in Southie?

whenever cherry ends up in goodneighbor it’s after her and bobbi split up ofc and she learns about bunny and what went down. hancock isn’t there as he’s traveling with bunny at this point so she picks up on like the after effects of the conflict. hears about them through whispers. maybe Fahrenheit? she still is slightly prejudiced against hancock bc of Bobbi’s hate for that guy, but also it would be interesting if Cherry already knew about the breaking into the strong room thing before. Or maybe she finds out there and Bobbi was spinning lies agains…

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sighs in chercock playlist

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Hihihi, here are some of Cherry’s old gaggle of people she knew: people that visited Coney Island often, had shops at the boardwalk bazaar, locals, maybe had ties to triggerman families, worked the park rides, the options are endless. I would say these 5 were her closest buddies back in the day though, think like high school friend group. Who knows what they’re like now - its been so long. I want Cherry to be messy like real housewives of NY vibes so Electric Eden is fun. All in all, she abandons all of these people for her journey with varying levels of closure. (She left around ages 20-22, she is about 32-36 for context in FO4)

Joe: My idea for Joe is your friendly, classy, neighborly type guy. Except he’s actually pretty cynical just has good charisma to mask it unless you know him. Think of a theatrical kiss ass that will plot behind someone’s back that they just showered in compliments. He needs to have blue eyes too. Thinking about triggerman or someone that takes a lot of control of the areas after Cherry leaves. Oh also Cherry lost her virginity to this guy. Very much a bored and want to try man out thing but still funny. Cherry isn’t good at speaking but her perception is good so she was always kinda worried about this guy.

Helix: Traveler, showed up one day, short filipino individual. Nonbinary. The classic broody and moody. They are a little taller than Cherry and that’s probably one of the first things Cherry says to them. Not particularly nice. It takes a bit but they get close to Cherry. I think people suspect they’ve been together or were a thing before and maybe they were but I dunno complex feelings. Think they could be a for hire hitman on your unpaid debts type person or into private investigation present day. Or dead. Who knows because Cherry doesn’t!

Ramona: Confident, smart, girls-girl. Big dreams. A soothing presence and a creative. Cherry’s girlfriend. Entertainer by dusk, saleswoman by day. Ramona did some entertainment acts at Coney Island with animals, tight ropes, dancing, a whole lot of things. Cherry was easily mesmerized by her and somehow the two hit it off and began dating. Ramona sold other odds and ends like glasses as well. Cherry didn’t say anything to her before dipping permanently but she hopes she made it big but I guess only going to Coney Island would show if that happened….

Noah: Cherry’s bestie! Like actually. The two have similar interests and hung out a lot, dreaming big of projects and life out of Coney Island and the greater Brooklyn area. Lost his eye in a carnival act gone wrong thing. Stupid part time jobs trying to get a few caps. I think if anyone Cherry told him about her plans to leave and may have had help through him. He was the more handy one that could take Cherry’s nonsense speech and create something useable from it. Kinda like Sturges? Personality wise he is funny and extroverted and quite respectful. Had big ideas about enviormental science and the state of the world and wanted to get out to map the enviormental abnormalities. they would journal together hashtag pain.

Emma: A younger more quiet girl that Cherry tried to treat like a younger sibling. She taught her a lot of what she knew. Cherry tried to not force responsibility’s on her but kind of did, almost like a “hmmm i plan to leave better have a replacement” vibe.

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Day 221

Cherry Feltman (FO4 OC), 1116~ words

A snippet of some of Cherry's travels by herself across the wasteland. Until she meets some cool people.

Day 221…

Cherry sighed, sitting cross-legged on a rock in the middle of a destitute settlement. She had a piece of paper in her hand, scribbling words quickly, rhythmically.

Cherry finished her letter, a smile returning as she folded the letter over three times and tucked it into a strap on a piece of sandy luggage on a pack Brahmin. She patted the Brahmin on its side with her gloved hand, whispering well wishes.

“Thanks.” Cherry spoke simply to the trader, passing them a few caps for delivering her letter.

She stretched for a second, taking in the grimy surroundings before deciding which direction to walk in as the trader left. Had she exchanged more words with the Brahmin than the trader? She knew her skill, if anything, of talking to people was deteriorating in the Commonwealth.

“Where to…” Cherry spoke to herself, adjusting her glasses. She had picked up odd jobs while traveling, finding drifters similar to herself. She didn’t particularly stand out from the crowd, so she joined a lot of group projects. Her ability to blend in made her an asset, but it also meant she often went unnoticed. Well, until she opened her mouth. She really needed to work on that.

Cherry walked down a narrow path, the wind whipping through her sandy hair. Her mind was always racing, constantly thinking about new experiments, repetitive internal monologues, and ways to make the world a little less bleak. Maladaptive daydreaming of bad rom-com plots while off some chems tended to be her nightly self-care routine. 

Despite her solitary nature as a drifter, her heart ached for the people she encountered. Human or near human connections. She wanted to bond with the people she was encountering. She had some good stories of meeting people and helping them out, but she never felt comfortable enough to stop moving. She had more to do. She was on a mission to rack up her death claw kill count, keep testing it, further her scientific project. That’s what she told herself at least. A lot of times she felt like she was just searching for herself, peeling back the scales and ripping the tendons apart of these deathclaws for any sign of a reflection in the gore. 

Other stories from passing towns ended poorly. She’d been chased out of a few, offering skin samples to people while soaked in blood with an unnerving smile.

Other times people would completely ignore her. 

Any rejection was better than sitting in her father’s dusty hot dog factory doing the same thing every day, she thought. She had to keep reminding herself. Cherry shuddered at how boring her life used to be. 

“Alright, let’s take a looksie here,” she muttered, still fully aware of her surroundings as she talked to herself in her head, spotting a small encampment ahead. As she approached, she noticed a group of scavengers huddled around a makeshift fire. They glanced at her warily, sizing her up. It looked to be a family, a father, mother, and child. Her gaze flickered over some red on the boy’s shirt. They didn’t have weapons. 

Cherry raised a hand in greeting, her voice uncomfortable in the silence. “Er, hey y’all. Mind if I join ya for a bit?”

The leader of the group, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, looked her up and down. 

“Okay.”

Cherry sat down, pulling out a small notebook and a pen. “Cool, cool…” Cherry sat down, pulling out a small notebook and a pen. “So, what’s the haps in this part of the wasteland? Anything exciting, or just the usual scavenge and survive and smell bad routine?”

The burly man sighed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “The usual. What brings you here?”

Cherry smirked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She really couldn’t control it. “Oh, ya know, just on a leisurely stroll through the irradiated wilderness, searching for some light reading material. They just don’t write romance like they used to.” She blinked a few times smiling as the group remained silent.

"Yeah, so, actually - I’m a scientist. Working on a project. Overheard the other day there might be a ghoul named Norbert in the next settlement over. Know anything about ‘em?”

The man’s eyes tired widened slightly, ignoring her bizarre vernacular. “A scientist, huh? Not every day we get someone like you out here. And yeah, there’s a ghoul named Norbert over in the next settlement. Good guy, runs a little trading post.”

Cherry’s eyes lit up. “Wonderful! I’ll head there next. But first, let me help you with something…” Her gaze fell to the boy, who hadn’t been cognizant and looked... out of it. His presumed mother’s lip biting into itself as she silently watched Cherry. 

Cherry took out her medical supplies and turned to the clearly-ill kid. She replaced her gloves and spoke a few reassuring words to the group. If she wanted to kill them all, she obviously would have by now.

As she worked on the boy, under heavy supervision, her gloved hands were steady and practiced. She located what looked like a tooth or something stuck in the child’s abdomen. It looked necrotic and green with infection. Cherry’s thoughts drifted back to her father. Oozing, infected, deep wounds. She had seen so many different states of ghoulification wounds on her travels. She wasn’t a doctor by any means but had to have a good understanding of wound care with her skin graft. She wondered where her father’s ghoulification process would be by now. If she’d have to debride his skin and remove whatever grew in her absence from him. She imagined him in their old home, avoiding the sunlight and the outside world. She hadn’t heard back from him in so long.

After treating the boy, Cherry stood up, dusting off her gloves with a bit of a cringed smile. “He should be okay now. Just keep it clean and change the bandages regularly. Oh, and take these pills. Until he’s uh, not green anymore. Call it payment for the info! Ya know, kid, try to avoid any more of those fun infections. They’re real party poopers.”

The mother’s eyes welled with tears. “Thank you, stranger. You’re.. a lifesaver.”

Cherry smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Lifesaver? Uhh, I mean, maybe? I don’t think he would have died or nothing… Oops! Gotta run! Think I can hear our friend Norbert!”

Cherry gathered up her supplies and left the family with a polite bow, back facing their little settlement. A big smile beamed across Cherry’s freckled face as she walked, marking a tally in a column labeled with a crude thumbs up drawing in her notebook.

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🍒Cherry Notes🍒

-> appearance, personality, habits, a good bunch of stuff! playlist linked as well! read if ya want to get to know her more teehee...

Appearance

Cherry has thinner lips, almost naturally resting kind of in a twitchy smirk. If you look pretty closely you can see she bites them a lot.

One of her ears is a lot more turned out then the other. Mismatched ears! Her ears aren’t super visible since her hair usually covers them. She doesn't have ear piercings.

Her hair is almost always tied back in a messy bun. Her hair texture is somewhere between a 2c-2b wave. She doesn't really take care of it hence the knots and it always being in a bun. She also likes to wear a hat.

She is heavily freckled and they are dark, some more like moles. They cover her lips and her entire body.

Cherry has coloboma in both eyes. Her eyes are a reddish brown that is lighter than her pupil so you can kind of see how her pupils drag down. It affects her vision and light sensitivity.

She is around 154 cm (5’ 1”~) in height, 73 kg (160 lbs~) weight. I would describe her body and build as pear shaped and she has a good bit of fat and muscle.

She likes color and puts on blue eyeliner that’s graphic inspired every morning. She has to go one eye at a time with her glasses bent to figure it out using a pocket mirror.

Random

I imagine she has the Fallout traits of “Four Eyes” and “Small Frame” (like. vertically challenged. she thick af)

Cherry has bad vision and genuinely needs to have glasses on 24/7. I think she maybe takes them off to clean at night and that’s it. She has a few different pairs she brought from Coney Island that are her prescription.

If it’s possible to have a negative charisma modifier that’s Cherry! Do not ask her to haggle with people she will fail tremendously. It's funny because objectively she looks pretty cute and normal so like if someone just spoke for her like Impractical Jokers earpiece dialogue she could probably do well.

Situationally (when Cherry is under the influence of chems) she has a reverse "Black Widow" perk where she gets possessed by an alter ego and can decently well butter up older women. That's it tho. "Heyyy Bobbi-No Noseeee"

She definitely says "erm" sorry Cherry.

She is addicted to chems. Nothing beats a classic New York hotdog but she gets chem cravings for the Feltman’s Fantastic Floating dogs. (Everyone thinks she's making it up and has 0 idea what she's talking about. Chem filled hot dogs? That's gotta be a mentats trip thing.)

Chems make her feel like calm and more grounded than she actually is. She has some obsessive compulsive tasks and thoughts and chems distract her from that. She also just thinks it’s fun to see brighter colors. Gives her ideas of things to doodle or write down or ideas for her projects.

She usually carries a shotgun or rifle of sorts with ammo, a notebook, extra gloves, extra glasses, pens, chems, medical supplies, and a few melee weapons. Hot dog shaped whistle. Handmade blue eyeliner. Random canisters and small bags to stuff things she finds but she cannot carry a lot weight value wise.

Doesn't wear jewelry or anything to draw attention. Just her lab coat, wifebeater, pants, boots, gloves. She is objectively pretty but looks a little covered in dirt at all times. Harvested plants and what not shoved in her pockets. A petri dish falling out, etc. She just likes her makeup and having fun colors on her face and does self care that way.

She tries to lean away from direct combat but having to kill deathclaws for her passion project makes this a little challenging! she has definitely ended up almost dead before (wistful look to Bunny and Hancock)

She has developed a thought out hunting/trapping plan with time in the Commonwealth and more deathclaws killed. Like imagine a tornado tracking person but its just Cherry sprinting into an alleyway with a gun as a deathclaw spawns.

Luck or agility stat important here! I would say she's pretty useful to have as a companion for a character without like chemistry knowledge, medical knowledge, or needing a further away lucky shot. She might not be as trained or strong as the others but she can run settlements really well with her past.

Cherry looks like she would be punched and die immediately with the whole lab coat scientist vibe but I think she’s pretty sturdy she’s just not super focused on scrapping but maybe practices more after meeting the crew and realizing some of the skills she's lacking.

Background

Cherry grew up around Coney Island, her family origin tying back to Charles Feltman and the start of hot dogs in the US. Many years of radiation and wars later, some distant Feltman relatives start up the Feltmans hot dogs company again - finding that America’s highly preserved food could survive nuclear fallout.

(King of unrelated, but I think they might not actually be Feltman's. but like Cherry's father's parents kind of just. took it LMAO. like there is some tie to the OG German immigrant somewhere but I don't think they are as directly related as Cherry will say. She might find out about this in the Electric Eden DLC as a wtf moment.)

They worked on trying to can/preserve the OG recipe of fully made hot dogs to rival Cram. something that could last as long and taste better. Also new york flair.

They live in Coney Island in a house that attaches to a food factory which doubles as a tourist site. Cherry grew up generously, the work of her father and some relatives paying off.

They bioengineered long lasting lettuce, made their own types of ketchup, created the “meat” of the hot dogs, the whole deal. They tried to sell from "fresh" for a bit but it wasn't super popular until they got more radio coverage. Cherry’s family in specific kind of had it fall into their laps as their previous generations kept it alive and did most of the work.

Cherry grew up running the hot dog stand (literally handing out canned hot dogs and only rarely serving them “fresh”(taking it out of the can))

She also worked in the lab and gained a lot of skills with animals, chemistry, etc. After her Floating Dogs incident, she worked the lettuce farm.

The “Feltmans Floating Dogs” refers to a joke batch made by a rebellious teen Cherry that accidentally got distributed to real customers. She basically shot a hot dog full of chems to see if it would hit different and made a lot to get herself high and give to her friends and a lot of them got canned and sent out to the people of Coney Island. (They became coveted by druggies much later)

This caused some PR issues as the company was trying to export out of Coney Island and grow to be as big as Cram. Some members of the family switched to the more business/museum side of the history of the hot dog in the US over the actual preserved hotdog after Cherry’s stunt.

Cherry had a few close friends growing up but didn’t really feel fulfilled doing what her family had done with the hot dogs for generation's. She was rebellious after her pigtail farming wearing days. She wanted to be something bigger.

I forgot to mention this earlier but her name is actually Cherie but either her uncle or someone in the family thought Cherry was more catchy and could help with advertisement. Like being the Wendy's girl (basically) adopting the other spelling of her name.

Cherry’s mother died in childbirth and she is the only child and youngest out of her larger family meaning that she felt some pressure.

Her family is huge I like the idea of her in the Commonwealth environmental dialogues being like "Oh yeah my unc' met up with that guy once" Like kind of like Shaundi and her ex's LMAO.

Cherry has always been a little weird and kooky but she was a lot more extraverted about it in Coney Island as all of these people knew her.

Cherry attended school and met some good people. She was a little rebellious as well and met her ex-girlfriend at an eyeglasses store and tried to pay her with chems only to fail the charisma check. Cherry doesn’t know how she got a date after that either.

Her and her ex-girlfriend have matching tattoos of the outline of the state of new york with a cherry. Cherry’s is somewhere around her left ankle.

Cherry's father is named Francis but goes by Frank. Well for. Reasons. (thanks teddy) ANYWAY he solely raised Cherry to be a good person like accepting of all people, help out those around you, stay strong, etc. He is a show-man type personality so Cherry absorbed that but in a more unhinged way.

Transition to Commonwealth

One of Cherry’s struggles is with dealing with uncomfortable feelings. She would much rather run away from those feelings than sit with them. She’d rather be high and just not there. She doesn’t know how to comfort people well. Imagine crying breaking down person in front of Cherry and she feels bad but doesn’t know what to do so just stands there deer in headlights. It kind of adds to her being mischaracterized as dense or emotionless.

Father Frank starts to act weird and she realizes that him manning the lettuce fields and being outside so much resourcing meat, etc. was slowly turning him into a ghoul. Half of the reason Cherry was sent to the lettuce fields was due to painful ghoulish blisters appearing on her father’s arms and hands. He denied it but Cherry could tell by how he was acting.

Frank Feltman loved the people of Coney Island and the history and this really fucked a lot of things up, he lost a lot of confidence and became agoraphobic and did not leave the factory like ever. He just continued to work on the hot dog and would not give up on it.

Cherry felt a mix of pity for her father’s condition, but also that same growing feeling of not being content or happy that she's felt forever.

She got high and thought of how to make her father happy again and tripped about skinning animals. Uhhh. Somehow she gets the idea to make a skin graft so he can feel just as human again. Through animal skin. using a skin graft to encourage tissue regrowth and began testing as many animals as she could.

(She has morals and would not skin cats or dogs but uh everything else is up for grabs basically. Cherry in her early twenties just covered in blood hacking at livestock and making prototype skin grafts can be found around her old house)

She stayed in Coney Island kind of manic for a bit trying to test on all the animals she could and neglecting her relationship and trying to be out of the house away from her father as watching his decline made her have to sit with those uncomfortable feelings again.

She spoke to traders and heard of different mutants and creatures in the Commonwealth, far away from Coney Island. It made her excited to leave but she also felt guilt at wanting to just leave her entire life so quickly.

Cherry abandoned the hot dog life for exploring for this skin graft idea. Not wanting to really confront the people around her about it, she completely skipped town on her friends and partner at the time with no communication. And then never came back.

She did talk to her father before going. He told her this was what she wanted and that she didn't have to come back for him. She said she would come back which she half believed. She didn’t care that he was turning into a ghoul, but the way he acted so differently make her uncomfortable and want to run away. Cherry wanted to prove her worth outside of hotdogs to herself and him and the world. She wanted to do something to change peoples lives completely. If her father's life was going to be so long, she wanted to come back with something that could make him feel how he used to.

She sends her father letters weekly, bi-weekly, on what she has been up to. for years. all of the stories of helping ghouls with prototypes, getting beaten up, etc. she writes everything. for years. she hasn't made it back to Coney Island yet. She doesn't hear back from him but continues writing out of compulsion. I don't think she really talks to anyone about it although the people she's closest with find out. Like asking about her tattoo or past I think she would be reserved unless you're around 750 approval with her. Asking her what's she's writing it would probably be a "drawing you pregnant" or "my next genius idea" comment instead of what she's actually doing until like 250 LOL.

A lot of Cherry’s idles are adjusting her appearance: glasses, coat, hat, gloves, etc. Another idle of hers is taking out a notebook and pen and writing. Sometimes in settlements she's talking to the pack Brahmin, tucking a letter in by some luggage. She also doodles and will make fun of people or her companions via stick figure drawings and pretend she is having some genius idea. Sometimes she leaves them out for people to find.

Cherry is pretty sarcastic personality wise, very much rolling with the punches but still trying to be somewhat optimistic. I feel like she kind of comes off as a more jaded Laois Touden lol. 

She gets along best with Hancock and Bunny. It takes a minute but I think at first those two are who she kind of sticks near and annoys at first. I don't know a ton about the other companions as I haven't deep dived but just adlib I think she would think Deacon is funny, Danse annoying but giggle to herself drawing him getting stuck in power armor, asks Codsworth to sharpen her pen as he says sharpening pens is not a thing people do, Preston's fine... Uh I think she would like Cait and Piper too. Loves Dogmeat. Wants to skin Strong.

She approves when you try to be funny and also help people. She approves with stuff that involves science or medicine and trying to help or be involved in that process. She approves when you pass charisma checks. She approves when you help the common folk. She approves also with random bloody encounters. She likes to be entertained and to be listened to when yapping. She likes soap opera moments and helping people.

She dislikes food or supply waste. She dislikes the overkill of animals or people that didn't deserve it. (She contradicts herself with deathclaws tho as she dislikes if you pacify deathclaws as she'd rather skin it and have it dead immediately) She dislikes characters that are purely violent and dark. I would say normal or caps oriented people bore her but she doesn't oppose them.

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I love her special interests

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ok i fixed it tooth activated

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Another one thank you this was my first characterization attempt when I was making her!! Also I don’t know if I’ve said this anywhere but her birth name is Cherie but Cherry is easier

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Lighter

John Hancock (FO4), Chercock (Feltcock is better), Cherry Feltman (FO4 OC), emo sad Cherry, 960~ words

I feel like there is not enough crying in Fallout so I made this. Art was fun to make too and only took me like 1.3 hours!! Cherry is emo and wants to be known and remembered for her deathclaw skin grafts for ghouls but she has not had a lot of success.

Cherry sat on a broken bench in Goodneighbor, her fingers fumbling with an old flip lighter. She flipped it open, trying to light the cigarette dangling from her lips, but her hands wouldn’t stop shaking. The lighter clicked shut without catching, and she muttered under her breath, wiping at her eyes quickly when she felt the tears starting to well up. Her glasses were nowhere to be seen—probably tossed aside somewhere earlier when her frustration had peaked.

She flicked the lighter again, this time managing to get a small flame. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs. But it did little to calm the storm in her mind. The day had been another long string of disappointments—more attempts to help that ended with people politely pushing her aside, more jokes that fell flat, more conversations where she was barely acknowledged.

She took another drag, blinking back tears. “Stop it, Cherry,” she muttered to herself. “You’re fine. Juuust fine.”

“Is that a pep talk, or are you just talking to your new best friend, Grey Tortoise?”

Cherry nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice. She looked up to see Hancock sauntering over, his usual grin in place. He was trying to make it look casual, like he just happened to be wandering by, but she knew better.

“Hancock,” she greeted, quickly taking another drag and holding it as if it could hide the trembling in her voice. “Just needed some air.”

Hancock raised an eyebrow, glancing at the bench and then back at her. “Well, this is the perfect place if you’re looking to catch some tetanus with that air.” He sat down beside her, the creak of the bench protesting under his weight. “So, what’s got you out here in the middle of the night, puffin’ away like you’re in some old noir film?”

Cherry shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Nothin'. Just couldn’t sleep.”

Hancock didn’t buy it for a second, but he didn’t press her right away. He leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the bench, his fingers almost brushing her shoulder. “Yeah, insomnia’s a bitch. But, ya know, there’s usually a reason when someone’s up late, cryin’ into a cigarette.” His tone was light, but there was an undercurrent of concern.

Cherry took another drag, exhaling slowly, trying to keep her voice steady. “It’s nothing, really. Just… uh...thinking about stuff.”

“Uh-huh.” Hancock nodded. “You've never been good at lying, sister.”

She shifted uncomfortably, the cigarette burning low between her fingers. “It’s stupid. Just feeling off, I guess.”

“Off?” Hancock repeated, his grin fading slightly. “Now that doesn’t sound like the Cherry I know. Come on, spill it. What’s eating at ya?”

Cherry shook her head, stubbornly wiping at her eyes again. “I told you, it’s stupid. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Hancock sighed, tilting his head to catch her gaze. “I’m gonna stop you right there, doll. If it’s got you out here alone, smoking like the world’s about to end, again, it’s not stupid. So, how about you give me the lowdown, and we stop this 'lil battle of who's more stubborn?”

She let out a soft, bitter laugh, but it quickly faded. “I just… I feel like I’m always messing up. Like I’m always in the way, like no one really wants me around.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her mask finally cracking. “I’m tired of feeling like this, Hancock. Like I don’t matter. Like I ain't gonna be somebody.”

Hancock’s eyes softened, the humor in his expression replaced by something more genuine. “Well, there’s your first mistake—thinking you don’t matter. I mean, who else is gonna save my sorry ass? Make me a new set of pretty skin and execute the deathclaws near by?”

Cherry gave him a weak smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m serious, Hancock. I just… I try to help, and it never seems to work out. People don’t take me seriously. They just… brush me off.”

Hancock sighed, his hand finally resting on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Listen, Cherry, this world’s got a real knack for kicking people when they’re down, making ‘em feel small. But that doesn’t mean you are. You’ve got a good heart, and a mind sharp enough to cut through all this bullshit. People might not see it right away, but that doesn’t mean you don’t shine.”

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just feel like I’m always fighting to be seen, to be heard. It sucks.”

Hancock’s usual quips were replaced by sincerity. “I see you, Cherry. And trust me, anyone with half a brain sees you too. You’ve got a fire in you that’s... hard to ignore... even if some folks are too damn blind to notice. And for what it’s worth, you’re not in the way. You’re in the fight, same as the rest of us still traveling with Bunny. And I’m damn glad to have you by my side.”

Cherry let out a shaky breath, the tears finally spilling over. “Thanks, Hancock. I just… I guess I needed to hear that.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” Hancock replied, pulling her into a casual side hug. “And hey, you ever need a reminder, you come find me, alright? I’ll be more than happy to talk you down from any more late-night cigarette fests. Maybe even throw in a few more bad jokes or free chems, just for you.”

She smiled through her tears, resting her head on his shoulder. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he said, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “Now, how about we go find those glasses of yours before you trip over something in the dark and I have to carry you back?”

Cherry laughed softly, wiping her eyes. “Deal.” And for the first time in what felt like too long, she felt a little less alone.

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guys i do not have the mental strength to finish this but cherry check cherry check cherry ch

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Need to post stuff so i dont forget but here’s Bobbi No Nose and Cherry they travel after Bobbi gets basically banished from Goodneighbor after the big dig stuff

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Wax Seal

John Hancock (FO4), Bunny Santos (Sole Survivor), Chercock, Cherry Feltman (FO4 OC) like 200 words lol

Self indulgent Bunny helping Hancock write a letter to everyone's favorite scatterbrained, freckled lady. Bunny is @capcollector ‘s 🌶️

The dim light of Goodneighbor’s skyline filtered through the dusty window, casting an amber glow on the cluttered desk. John Hancock, mayor and renowned ghoul, hunched over a piece of paper, chewing the end of a pen.

Words scribbled and scratched out filled the margins of a few pieces of paper, each attempt at a heartfelt letter to Cherry falling short. His supply of clean paper dwindled, each sheet a testament to his struggle. The pen felt alien in his grip, an unfamiliar tool for a task he barely understood. Memories of their last high together surfaced, Cherry's passionate tirades about romance novels echoing in his mind. Somehow, her whimsical fantasies had woven their way into his thoughts, driving him to this futile effort.

"Hey, Bunny!" Hancock's raspy voice echoed through the hall. The sound of footsteps grew louder until Bunny, who had been visiting for supplies, appeared in the doorway.

"What's up, Hancock?" she asked, eyebrow raised at the disarray on his desk. He looked like he was having a bad trip. 

Hancock sighed, pushing the papers off his desk. "I'm trying to write a letter to Cherry, ya know? But everything I write sounds... wrong."

Bunny smirked, walking over to the desk. "Well, at least let me see what you've got?”

Hancock reluctantly picked up a paper from the ground, handing her the letter, filled with phrases like, "Your freckles remind me of stars," and, "Your hair is like orange Mentats” Bunny stifled a laugh, handing it back.

"You know, I wouldn’t describe her hair as orange Mentats. It’s more like yellow," Bunny said, her voice tinged with laughter. "You're trying too hard," she continued, her smile unwavering. "Cherry's not after poetry."

Hancock snatched the paper back, slumped in his chair. "Yellow Mentats don’t exist, sister. I just want her to know how much she means to me. Don’t want her to get the wrong idea about our… relationship. It ain’t easy finding the right words, even for a ghoul as charismatic as me.”

Bunny thought for a moment, then smiled. "Just talk about what makes her special to you. Why do you care about her?"

Hancock’s eyes softened as he thought of Cherry. "Well, she’s... different. In a good way. She's smart, even if she's a bit scattered. She’s got this quirky charm, always mumbling to herself unless she spots someone alone by the roadside—then she’ll awkwardly strike up a conversation. And she's got this crazy passion for helping ghouls, even if it means risking her life. She makes me want to be better." Hancock's smile broadened. "And she's got a few tricks up her sleeve that'll make your head spin…"

Bunny nodded, rolling her eyes at his last comment. "Write that down. Just like you said it."

Hancock picked up his pen and began to write, Bunny leaning over his shoulder, still trying to convince him to tweak the Mentats hair line.

“Dear Cherry, I’ve been sitting here for what feels like hours, trying to find the right words to tell ya how I feel. Everything I wrote sounded like shit until Bunny reminded me that you’d want honesty, not poetry. So here's the real deal. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You’re smart as hell, even if you’re lost in your own world sometimes. Your quirky charm is something else—it somehow just works for you. Your drive to help ghouls and throw yourself into danger? Can't deny it gets my blood pumping, even without chems. It makes me want to step up my game and do more. I care about you, Cherry. More than I can put into words. I want to be there for you, to support you through your wild projects and deathclaw showdowns, and everything else you dive into. And let’s be honest, waking up next to a stunning smoothskin isn’t too shabby either. Yours, Hancock”

Hancock set down the pen, looking up at Bunny with a mix of gratitude and uncharacteristic nervousness. "Don't leave me hanging, B."

Bunny smiled. "I think it's perfect."