#insp: hekate talbot

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Hekate (Ἑκατη): Greek goddess of boundaries, the moon, magic, and ghosts

‘Whom she will she greatly aids and advances: she sits by worshipful kings in judgement, and in the assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people. And when men arm themselves for the battle that destroys men, then the goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will.’ - Hesiod, Theogony

I commissioned the incomparable @its-sixxers to do a portrait of my Lone Wanderer and protagonist of my fic, you who wish to conquer pain, Hekate Dorothea Talbot.

Needless to say this is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, and now I really need to get cracking on finishing off chapter 14.

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Assorted headcanons about Hekate ‘Katie’ Talbot:

Taught herself how to play guitar using a very old leftover guitar from a prior Vault 101 resident and some guidebooks that Jonas found for her. Left said guitar behind in the vault, but retrieved it after the massacre. Did not take it north with her to Boston and absolutely has had a special order in with Daisy for ages seeking another one.

Enjoys sniping intact cars until they explode for stress relief and/or to scare the living daylights out of raiders. Also enjoys prank calling Brotherhood soldiers via ham radio and then scarpering before they investigate.

Hates monkeys. Doesn’t matter what kind, be it the cymbal wielding raider alarm variety or Jangles the Moon Monkey. Uses the latter for target practice in the shooting gallery at Railroad HQ.

Has an extensive holotape collection of music, film, and any other worthwhile media she can get her hands on. Has been trying and failing to construct her own homemade headphones for years. Brought the entire steamer trunk’s worth of holotapes up north with her. After her plasmacaster, that trunk and it’s contents are her most prized possession.

Leery of dogs, likes but has little experience with cats, but has a strange affection for Deathclaws, Brahmin, molerats, and radrabbits. Would try to domesticate the latter two creatures if she had the time and energy.

Cannot and will not dance. Well aware of her limitations in that area, and given her lack of proprioception it's probably for the best.

Autistic, like her father before her. Has substantially better communication skills, mainly self-taught and earned through past bad experiences. Prefers written communication or ham radio communication to face to face, but can handle herself in person.

Sometimes wishes she was a synth, if only to be freed of the continual burden of remembering to eat, drink, and etc. Has only told Glory this after half a bottle of wine.

Has a great number of small scars in odd places due to her 'fuck it, why not' attitude towards experimenting with electronics and mechanical objects.

Lies about the source of most of her scars, except for the burn scar on her left shoulder. That one is due to a badly aimed shot from a Brotherhood soldier during the retaking of Project Purity, and she's still bitter about it.

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Adding a greenery mod to my copy of Fallout 4 is the sexiest idea I've ever had. Look at that. Pripyat who?

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The Institute is the least autism friendly place I’ve ever seen and Katie is #nothavingagoodtime with that aspect. But hey! Science!

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Template from the excellent cloakofshadows, found here.

Surely the Brotherhood, those record obsessed bastards, have a file on the Lone Wanderer, right? Woe betide them if she gets her hands on it though...

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Katie and Deacon always have had this Mulder/Scully dynamic to me but it’s only recently that I realized I had it backwards. Deacon is the Scully to Katie’s Mulder, which is impressive given she’s the science geek and Deacon is a consummate liar. Katie is the one who comes up with the batshit plan she thinks might work after an hour of silent plotting when she was supposed to be paying attention to a meeting and Deacon is the one who grabs her by the arm before she trips into a radioactive crater because she was busy thinking about the nitty gritty details of their plan.

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Casa del Deacon Katie in one of the Goodneighbor warehouses she emptied.