#fallout colin moriarty

[incultas]

Hiw do i hit him

[bisexualcouriersix]

@falloutober 20: First blood

"This wasn't the first life I've taken nor it was first blood I've spilled. But this time it was different. Before it has always been in self defence, this however was planned and on purpose. It just had to be done."

- Lone Wanderer's note after dealing with Moriarty and leaving Megaton in the middle of the night

[kissinthebluedark]

And now... you're all grown up, and wondering where he's gone to...

[simplegenius042]

A very late WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @g0dspeeed @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and @cassietrn

Tagging @strangefable @carlosoliveiraa @shallow-gravy @minilev @wrathfulrook @josephslittledeputy @nightbloodbix @derelictheretic @deputyash @deputy-morgan-malone @inafieldofdaisies @ec-10 @ladyoriza @vampireninjabunnies-blog @voidika @onehornedbeast @thewanderer-000 @softtidesworld @snake-in-the-garden @corvosattano @henbased @neverthesameneveranother @chazz-anova and @strafethesesinners

Here are three WIPs, each from Far Cry The Silver Chronicles, A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and Life, Despair & Monsters. Read below the cut.

TW: Harsh and heavy cursing, mentioned/implied character and general death of NPCs (either it be a time loop or a cybernetic homicidal monster around nine or ten feet tall and very pissed off). Implied mentioned sexual content, mentions of abuse and fantastical racism (against ghouls, Jericho leave Gob alone!). Mentioned prostitution and fantasies of murder (illegal but understandable).

First WIP is for the time loop/"Groundhog Day" FC5 AU fic called You're Almost Like Family where the Seeds are stuck in a, well, time loop. And whenever Silva (or the Seeds themselves) die, well, the days are reset. Funniest part is, none of the Seeds know that they are all in a loop, just their individual selves. Snippet below:

[John] slammed the entrance to his chalet shut, causing the blonde figure sorting his papers in his lounge to jump. The documents slipped out of her hands as she stood up with a hand to a holster, only to calm down when she realized it was him.

Noticing that the reports laid scattered on the floor, Nadi gave him a stink eye, gesturing to the papers.

John would have been apologetic if he simply didn't have time for this. Ironic given the predicament he was stuck in.

Sooner or later, the Deputy is going to end up dead, and he'll be back at square one... again.

The thought reignited his frustration, but he reigned in enough to examine his number two.

Nadi was a loyal member of the project, more faithful than Jacob's hound, and while they did butt heads sometimes, he was grateful for her presence and for her strategic input. Admittedly, John knew that without her, the Deputy would have gotten to him sooner rather than later.

I would have preferred not to have to had died to appreciate it.

"Once you finish with those, come meet me upstairs in my bedroom. There's something I need to discuss with you," John ordered smoothly, making his way to the stairs.

He didn't notice the confusion etched on the blonde's face, for John was already making his way up the stairs to his room.

It's times like these I wish I could have a shot of tequila, he thought to himself, walking over to the open bedroom window and closing it shut, pulling the lock down.

Next, he grabbed a torch light and shined it at the closet. Hearing nothing, he walked towards it and opened the doors. Empty.

Finally, John turned off his torch, knelt down, and swiftly rolled it harshly under the bed. Hearing no grunts, he looked under.

She's not under there... good.

John exhaled a huff of air, and sat on the edge of his bed as he put his hands over his face.

It was exhausting. Though John knew by the end of today, or the next two if he was lucky, the Deputy would be killed by something or another and he would be back at square one, he really needed to figure out how to reach out to her, without being shot.

Going to her too early leaves her shooting first and questioning the morality of it never, and trying to go to her late only ends up with her being killed by whoever it is she seems to have evoked the wrath of. Not that he thinks she doesn't entirely deserve it.

He needed guidance, and from his last conversation with Joseph, his brother seemed content with sitting by and letting God do his work.

And he tried. To wait it out. To let God do His work. But if the sign that John seemed to be getting was that leaving the Deputy to her own accord only leads to her death, and back to the morning of Joseph's arrest.

And it wasn't like Jacob, or worse, Faith, were going to be helpful.

John had figured out quickly that his intervention was needed for the Deputy to even get through another day. And while the Father may not have understood what he told him, John deduced that this was a test from God.

A test against his sloth. A test towards his patience. A test meant to prove that John was worthy of entering Eden. And what better way than to save the life and soul of another? Especially one as sinful and wrathful as the Deputy?

Which is why he waits for the only other faithful member of the project, his trustworthy second-in-command.

A knock on the door shifted his thoughts to the matter at hand, and he made his way to the door.

Opening it, Nadi stood there, the blond looking at him with expecting brown eyes.

John pulled her inside, earning a yelp from the young woman, and closed the door behind her.

Here's a WIP for a collection of short fics from different character perspectives throughout my Fallout fic series A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore. It is still under heavy editing, but I've got a good grasp on where to take it. Snippet below:

In the five of the twenty four hours she's been awake, Nova had expected more-or-less the same day as before.

Walking around and offering her body to anyone who came into the saloon had not been a life she pictured for herself as a little girl, but it was one that paid well.

Well, it would have been if Moriarty didn't continue to take a cut of her and Gob's pay any time a customer gave them a generous donation.

That and the amount of times Moriarty had utilized her services with no intention of paying her, but she supposed it was a better alternative to being kicked out of Megaton. Given Moriarty still had that power.

She drew in the smoke from her cigarette, and surveyed from her post as Gob gave another orange bottle of whiskey to Jericho, the ex-raider sneering at the ghoul, his disgust evident all over his face.

Thankfully he didn't make a scene, slamming the small bag of caps on the counter as he left through the door.

Gob stared at the bag, string noose tied tightly around the bag, not immediately grabbing it. Nova could take a guess that Gob was lamenting over the debts that he owed Moriarty. Debts both the prostitute and the ghoul bartender wordlessly knew their boss was unlikely to pay.

Gob snapped out of it though, giving a miserable sigh, and dragging the bag away from the counter for Moriarty to pocket later, turning his attention to the damn radio that never seemed to play at the right time.

It pained Nova to see Gob like this. He was a real sweetheart with shitty luck, and she knew that the only upsides in his life were the hope of one day paying off his debts, however unlikely that was, and the Gravity News Radio host screaming out "fighting the good fight", whatever that entailed.

She was also painfully well aware of his crush on her.

Though she never had minded his appearance to the point she'd hang out with him in public, given how much she knows the ghoul is actually a decent guy, she had her limits, which was rare given her current standing under Moriarty.

She hoped he could find some semblance of happiness, whether that be with a person or a life long after Moriarty was rotting in the ground. But it wouldn't be with her.

If things were different though...

Nova looked away from Gob, shaking the thought away. It didn't matter on the what ifs, right now she had a job to perform.

She could ponder a different time.

Just as Gob began to smack the radio, a risky action given Moriarty's repeated threats on treating his property harshly, the saloon door creaked open, and Nova spotted two teens enter. One male, the other female. Both wearing what appeared to be blue jumpsuits with the numbers "101" imprinted in yellow on their backs.

Nova eyed them both. The young man was of average build, short auburn hair cut neatly with a few strands springing out from the harshness of the wasteland most likely, and light brown eyes on the lookout for anyone and anything.

The young woman on the other hand had dark hair tied in a pony tail, was a little chubbier than her counterpart, and her hazel eyes were more focused, trying to narrow down a specific person.

They glanced back to the door, whispering amongst themselves, though not too quiet that she couldn't catch their words.

Amongst the harsh gravel Gob spat out at the poor radio, and the chatter amongst the patrons, Nova could decipher the words "here" "back outside" and "think she'll stay?" in hushed voices.

And finally Jennifer putting murder on her mind to the back burner as she remembers to drop, duck and cover my WIP of Sonya's Push. Snippet below:

Breathing heavily as she pushed her way through the audience as they gazed upon the newest arena fight between beasties, the bruises formed from her fight with Malvolio's bitch protesting against her movements.

The blonde looked back to the closed elevator door on the other side, paranoid that Malvolio's Beastie would burst through at any moment.

The speed of it had been abnormal, disappearing in a blink and being nothing more than a flicker of movement when it had slid down to the hall. The movement of its tail daggers swift and deadly, like her own claws. The red in its one eye, more robotic than flesh.

Why had Dicko approved such a thing? It barely counted as a beastie with the mass of metal it was made of! Jennifer huffed, and around the arena, looking pass the patrons in search of Dicko.

Her blue eyes spotted the Englishman on a lower circle, himself seated down on his VIP sofa that she once shared with him, disheveled but celebrating his escape with a glass of disgusting champagne, like the pig hadn't just left her to die to that one-eyed mech of a beast. As if the reason it was free in the first place wasn't because he allowed his creep of a "buddy" onto his premises, or the fact Sir Enigma might be a fucking alien in addition to a Darwinist with no care for the fact "handing control" did not mean "releasing the Beastie from its brainwashing bullshit".

She felt the razor claws pushing through her fingertips as she glared at the man from across the arena, anger and betrayal clouding her mind.

Those fantasies of killing him while in his bed resurfaced, and she oh so wanted to enact them now, with the sofa as an acceptable exception.

She wanted to get her claws through his throat before the Beastie could make its way down to the arena. She tried to move pass the cheering audience, making her way around to the other side to get to the stairs.

However much she tried though, a block of people just refused to move aside, and she was tempted to slice her way through if it weren't for the guards.

Ding!

...Or the faint noise of the elevator door that echoed throughout the arena, deaf to everyone but her.

Frozen in place as she looked back, trying to get a glimpse of the beast that would no doubt tear them apart.

She pushed people aside to get a solid look. Enough people disbanded to show the doors opening to reveal the empty box of the elevator.

Jennifer's face scrunched in confusion, mouth gaping open and shut, lips stinging as the cut on her upper lip made contact with her bottom one. She desperately searched for any sign of the beast, the monster made of steel, the relentless creature that stalked and hunted her not moments ago.

Upon still seeing nothing, she let out a mirthless laugh as she turned her back to the elevator, shaking her head as she focused her attention on Dicko once more, the man a ring below talking with one of his guards.

It was with this focus that she noticed a... shift on the stone barriers that kept the audience at bay.

Large spots on the stone cracked, small dusts of powder dropping down as an unseen pressure was placed on the stone. She saw more of this dust from the next ring up, and then the next, and the next.

Up and up and further up until it stopped at the final ring. Then dust slowly dropped down from the roof, unbeknownst to the audience too invested on the violence happening between the two wild beasties below them. Not that the fight between those Beasties were anything special unlike what she saw from her hunter mere hours ago.

Jennifer felt some familiarity with this, words exchanged to her by the madman who released the Apex from its prison, a far too fond explanation on how the creature could "rush so fast it would be merely a flicker to the human eye!"

"...Or match its environment to disappear right before you," Malvolio explained, grinning at her with all his teeth.

Jennifer's eyes widened as she barely registered the outline of the beast that had adjusted its steel to uncloak itself while hanging from dark and dank ceiling. Red optic looking down to the cheers in the rings and the Beasties fighting under it.

She saw the tail split in three, and immediately followed her gut by making distance from the open space of the barriers.

She had just dropped flat onto the floor to curl up and cover her head when the she heard the wind and patron's necks crack in one simultaneous whoosh.

[danses-with-dogmeat]

🦀👑 - "You're welcome to stay, if you want." with Gob?

(Congrats on the followers btw!!)

Thank you!

And omg, more Gob, thank goodness <3 😩

"I don't know, Moriarty, are you sure--"

"Oh, dearie, it's fine." He waved a hand at you as he put the caps in the register, "Not a thing to worry about, the ghoul works through the night anyway, only reason he has the room at all is to... Well, to drum up debt from me, heh."

Moriarty mumbled out the last part, ending the faint words with a small chuckle.

"What?"

"Oh, nothin' you need concern yourself with." He closed the register with a slam. "The room's yours. Just for the night, a course, but Gob'll help ya with yer things. No worries there. Off ya pop, now."

You only blinked at the barkeep, still trying to process what you'd thought you'd heard him say before.

To drum up debt? Doesn't Gob work here?

"'Less of course you want ta buy a drink?" A tinge of impatience sounded in his voice, pulling you from your thoughts.

"N-no, thank you. I'll just..." You reached down for your bag without looking, and as your fingers brushed over something warm, you brought your attention downwards.

"Sorry." Gob pulled away from your touch swiftly, as though the feeling had burned him. Or... As though he imagined his touch suddenly paining you.

"No, I'm sorry, um... Gob, you don't have to--"

"Oh, yes he does. It's his job, laddie/lass. Don't you worry about carrying a thing up those stairs yourself."

Gob nodded at that, slowly reaching for the bag again, and this time you let him grab ahold of it.

You followed the ghoul up the metal staircase to your room-- His room. Your conscience reminded you, and a sudden pang landed in your chest.

"Hey, Gob?" You said quietly.

He looked at you meekly as he unlocked the door, allowing it to swing open in front of him as he stepped aside to let you through.

"What did your boss mean, about you renting this room? Something about a debt?"

His hazy blue eyes widened, and he motioned for you to step inside.

"It's not important." Gob said swiftly as he closed the door behind the both of you, setting your bag off to the side, before turning away from you.

"Now, if there's nothing else--"

"You can tell me." Unwittingly, your hand reached out to stop him, grasping firmly at his wrist. He froze at the feel of you.

"Please, Gob. I won't tell Moriarty that you said anything, I just... I want to help you."

Gob looked down at the floor. His wrist was limp in your grasp as he struggled internally with your words.

"You can't, Lone..." His voice came out dejected, even more raspy than usual. "Moriarty won't quit. It's been like this years now, he says he's paying me, but it's never as much as I owe him."

The grip on Gob's wrist loosened as you reeled backwards with shock. It was like he'd landed a blow on you, the way you felt fury rising to the surface.

"That's... Gob, that's diabolical. That's slavery, he can't do that, how are you ever supposed to be free of him?"

Gob looked down at his feet, a shrug weighing at his shoulders.

"I won't be, I guess."

"And you're okay with that?" Your whisper was turning to a low shout at this point, as your rage boiled over, heating every vein from your toes to your forehead and making your hands shake.

"It's just how it is, Lone." Gob looked at you with creased brows, defeat evident in every line upon his marred face. "Least I'm not dead, you know?"

"But you're not free. You're not living, Gob."

"I know..." He rasped, and you could see the way he wrung out his hands, picking at the skin there nervously. "But what else can I do? If I try anything, Moriarty would kill me without a second thought. Plus, I couldn't leave Nova behind..."

"You could leave with me." You said suddenly, the words even surprising yourself.

"W-what?"

"You could come with me." Both your hands reached for him, and Gob flinched as your touch landed on each of his shoulders. "When I leave to look for my dad, we don't have to come back here. You could come along with me, we'll go to Rivet City, or Underworld, wherever, but you'd never have to see Moriarty again."

"Lone... You would risk that?"

"In all my time here, all my time outside the vault, you're the only one who helped me without demanding something in return. I owe you. And... I want to help you. You're my friend, Gob, and I can't stand the thought of someone... owning you, the way Moriarty seems to think he does."

Gob's brows creased together, the emotion in his eyes shining partly with disbelief, but also with overwhelming appreciation.

"I-I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to say anything," Your hands smoothed over his shoulders soothingly, and to your surprise, you felt the taut muscles there relax a bit. "Just... Well, if we're doing this, we should leave first thing in the morning. Before Moriarty wakes up."

He swallowed hard at that, fear shining in his eyes briefly; but ultimately, Gob nodded to you.

"First thing, then. I can wake you before the sun rises."

At that, he pulled away from your touch, turning towards the door as his hand reached to grasp the handle.

"Wait."

Cloudy blue eyes met yours as Gob turned back to you.

"You're welcome to stay here for the night. If you want." You felt your face heat at the way it sounded. But dammit, you meant it. And besides, if the two of you were to be traveling together in the future, you'd need to get used to the idea, right?

"Besides," you continued, even as you saw the breath catch in his throat, "It is your room, after all."

[azures-grace]

oh look! chapter 3!!!

this one was fun for me to write (DIALOGUEEEE) anyway Felicity's in Megaton now and broke as fuck

[softlyapocalytpic]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fallout 3 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Lone Wanderer (Fallout), Amata Almodovar, Butch DeLoria, Herman Gomez,  Alphonse Almodovar, Lucas Simms, Colin Moriarty, Moira Brown, Gob (Fallout), Original Fallout Characters, Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Angst and Humor, Teen Angst, Canonical Character Death, I'm sorry Jonas you deserved better, as far as chapter one goes the deaths aren't described in too much detail, radroaches eat somebody a little bit, Good Karma Lone Wanderer (Fallout), Not Canon Compliant, Not in big ways for now, Canon-Typical Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change, I do my best to balance angst with fluff or humor, however this one is probably going to be a rough one, LW's are a little doomed to being sad

Summary:

A trail of light smeared behind the twinkling gems and she could almost pretend they were shooting across the sky. It wasn't the real deal, but that was the best she was going to get, wasn't it?

Time was up, no matter how badly she didn't want that to be true.

or

The story of the rise and fall of the Lone Wanderer, and of the sacrifices she made for a better world. This is a story of hope and trying to find the will to live even in the most hopeless of circumstances.

Author Comment: Here is the real official chapter of Steelheart! Thank you to @twin-nebula for reading this over several times and I hope that y’all enjoy this!

[ghostsandgod]

Sleighmageddon - Babblecat3000 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

[nukaposting]

mamma mia! here we go again. this time, instead of sexymen, we're voting on who we Fucking HATE. who's the biggest bastard in this godforsaken franchise? i've picked out some of our fan favorite punching bags to what i hope is your utmost satisfaction.

remember, polls only have room for 12 choices; if i've forgotten your precious behated, feel free add them in the tags! if you disagree with the options, i will send you an unsealed jar of uranium

make your choice, cast your vote, and as always, may the worst one win.

reblog for larger sample size!

[jingle-jangle-spurs]

Please reblog for sample size :)

Info:

Moriarty- keeps Hob enslaved and forces Nova to be a prostitute. Knows where the LW’s dad is and uses that to extort caps from them, also keeps blackmail info on Megaton residents.

Myron- proud inventor of Jet - that got a whole town in addicted and relies on New Reno crime families for supply - treats mutants & slaves as objects, unapologetic rapist who tries to roofie an low INT female CO.

Daniel- treats The Sorrow like children, forces himself into making decisions for them as he suffers from White Saviour Complex, hides Walking Cloud’s husband’s death from her.

Swanick- ex Powder Ganger who is gleeful about winning the lottery while everyone around him suffered fates worse than death, abandoned Boxcars with his broken legs (I’d do that too to be honest )

Jones- head slaver of Paradise Falls, wants to enslave the kids of Little Lamplight.

Lynette- doesn’t believe anything the CO tells her, enforces the racist, elitist policies of Vault City and its feudal class system, sees Gecko’s leaking power plant as an act of war and wants the ghoulies there killed.

Crawford- sold a pregnant Carla Boon into slavery because she didn’t like Novac.

Codman- elitist upperstands resident

[thefalloutwiki]

Fallout 76: Gob's Saloon

Were you previously aware that a moment in the Atlantic City trailer for Fallout 76 shows the text, “Gob's Saloon.”

In Fallout 3, killing Colin Moriarty would result in Gob taking over his saloon and painting over the sign with “Gob's Saloon.”

You can read more about Gob here:

https://fallout.wiki/wiki/Gob

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Crawl Out Through The Fallout

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3osU6rm by shockpop "The sky, which had been a dull grey just moments ago, was now dominated by a massive, dark cloud. "H-Holy shit..." Katsuki muttered, his wide eyes reflecting the horror before him. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Beside him, Kirishima's face had gone pale, his thumb raised instinctively toward the window, to see how big the cloud was. "That's... that's just smoke, right? From... a fire or something...?" he stammered, his voice trembling with fear. Katsuki wanted to say yes. But he couldn't tear his eyes away from the window, couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling in his gut."   War never changes. Thats what they say. " But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes. " Japan was peaceful, until bombs dropped all over the world. Everyone that wasnt lucky enough to land in UA's vaults, were forced to survive in the wastelands all alone. But what does humanity do when faced with "disadvantages"? They adapt. Words: 2327, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Fallout (Video Games), Fallout 3, Fallout: New Vegas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: Multi Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki, Moira Brown, Colin Moriarty, Three Dog (Fallout), Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Jirou Kyouka Additional Tags: BAMF Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki is So Done, Brotherhood of Steel (Fallout), Post-Apocalypse, Post-Nuclear War, Bakugou Katsuki is Good With Guns, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Torture, Drug Use, Drug Abuse, Slavery, Fluff and Angst, Heavy Angst read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3osU6rm

[aardvark-123]

I gave Fallout 3 a try recently as well. This is my character, Gracie Cutesman-Pieworthy:

Gracie is a friendly, kind-hearted apprentice doctor and boxing champion who sees the best in everyone. She tries to make the ruins of Washington DC a better place with words, good deeds, and as a last resort, hand-to-hand combat.

Gracie is proud to count Three-Dog and Moira Brown among her friends, and Colin Moriarty among the people she's met. I couldn't find any mods to give her a bow, or even pink shoe laces, but I think you get the idea...

[hired-help]

Chapter 6! Oooh. This one is Charon and Gob, mainly. Gob is a little more open about how he's finding life in the Capital Wasteland with a familiar old pal. Nova is there and Moriarty is an asshole, as usual.

We'll get back on the road soon - wonder if Charon will figure out who sent Shilo these... what'd Colin say? Love letters? Before we go.

It's a little later than I'd have liked, because I really struggled to write Gob in a way I was happy with. Didn't quite manage it, to be honest. :(

[distractedrighter]

The Lone Wanderer and The Tunnel Snake, Chapter 2: Daddy Lied

Universe: Fallout 3

Pairing: f!Lone Wanderer x Butch DeLoria

Rating: T

Prompt: Felicity escapes Vault 101 in pursuit of her father, and her childhood bully follows suit. A reimagining of Fallout 3, but if Butch was by your side the entire time. 

Chapter Summary: Felicity and Butch make their way to Megaton in search of James. 

Warnings: None, yet. 

Tags: Enemies to friends to lovers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32799556/chapters/81392401#workskin

[shitty-fallout-art]

Swap out au for the main three in Moriarty’s Saloon.

ok so i’ve been pondering over this for a while cause there’s a few different ways this can play out:

scenario 1: Gob takes nova’s place as a prostitute, Moriarty acts as the bartender, and Nova is the saloons owner. Gob would be flirtatious yet empty knowing that his role is just to cater to the gross fetishes of Megaton. Moriarty is depressed yet friendly enough. He doesn’t experience the prejudism that gob does but just faces the bulk of drunken patrons and Nova’s constant repremanding. Nova would be friendly on the surface but controlling to everyone and everything around her, not so much greedy for money as she is for control.

Scenario 2: moriarty takes novas place as a prostitute, nova acts as the bartender, and Gob is the saloons owner. Moriarty is submissive but stubborn, caves in to things easily enough but still holds grudges. Nova is warm and welcoming, leaving a lot of patrons to assume she is venerable, when in actually she is sneaky in protecting herself or getting even with someone. Gob is aggressive and self conscience, being the only ghoul in megaton. He takes it out on others and finds his value to others is money. 

Scenario 3: not as developed but possibly gob is swapped with ahzrukhal. Gob would be selfish, confident, and cruel while ahz would be skittish and venerable. 

Scenario 4: Gob and nova trade places. Gob is a human prostitute while nova is the ghoul bartender. 

not sure which one of these to go with but they are currently all possibilities :v