#ncr oc

[egg-on-a-legg]

there's a legend in the new california republic. a hulking desert ranger, wandering aimlessly through the desert. they say he appears at your darkest hour, a light in the dark, a beacon in the storm, protector of the lost, the beaten, the hopeless. a savior of our nation's soldiers. quick as he comes, quick as he's gone. a lone star shining through blackest night.

back at it again with the fallout ocs, introducing newt, a mutant intelligent deathclaw turned urban legend! i cannot and will not ever be stopped.

[winkyfacee]

memories

[knightundead]

Fake dialogue screen for one of my ocs, plus lil oc of my bf's in the bg!! Really happy with how it turned out :D

[lem0nicle]

i love them (and they each other)

meet my new oc lance! hes a ncr soldier stationed on the strip :)

a closeup of my pookies

i love them sm

[crapula-estatutario-nobinario]

There he is! Bear Legionary man!

Meet Nemo (Alexander Vázquez), slayer of NCR troops and admirer of the priestresses. Big ass legionary who enjoys the battlefield a lot and raising dogs.

More info and more stuff about him coming soon!

The trio is now all together!

Cicero: 160cm/5'3 feet

Rowan: 175cm/ 5'7 feet

Nemo: 220cm/ 7'2 feet

[lem0nslittleguys]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH *explodes*

guysssss lets make them a ship name😫😤

[irlarcadegannon]

A design I have for Siri in a timeline where she escapes the Legion, and my proposed solution to the Vulpes eye color debate.

Additionally, @pinknuclearradiation​‘s Courier 6 and oc Albus, and my NCR trooper oc who was going to be my courier for an NCR run but whose save file was seemingly wiped off the face of the earth, along with the original name I gave her, which I have now forgotten. Beverly Huong-Lâm wasn’t it, but it’s what it is now.

[ghost-qwq]

I want... to draw... or give headcanons. Characters please... begging.

until then take... Mojave Cyrus doodles and other Fallout ocs (ft me drawing Flak and Shrapnel,, two men I have NEVER drawn before nor know how to draw </3)

[spoonhead]

presenting Garrett, my NCR OC who couldn't care less about the NCR!

he was born to wealthy family out in New California, and enlisted in the military pretty much because he wanted to get out go the house. he was stationed out in Bitter Springs right after the massacre, and just kinda lives his life on a whim

like literally this man will do anything if it's exciting enough. unless he likes you or you've done him a favor, he'll have no loyalty whatsoever

[the-laridian]

Don't wish for a nuclear winter, you might get one...

I'm very proud of how Leo came out! Yes, I consider this one Leo Wood from "On Opposite Sides". Background is some of my yellow-orange batik fabric. 

[axlstudios]

Finally done with this model p a i n

[dogegohiking]

As you can see--

She is a NCR ranger who Losing her quest for honor, all she wanted was drink, drink, and MORE drink, but inevitably, she was depressed over her pathetic state of affairs.

[geaibleu89]

Christening this blog with some art, did this piece with my NCR medic OC, Ellery. and his wife, Lisey, for his birthday (July 3rd)

(he absolutely adores her)

[aith-art]

Yeehawgust 2023 - Day 7

Tall Handsome Stranger

“Hey, Jules. I hate to break this calm you’ve suddenly found. But we’ve got company.” Izzy’s voice was fraught with worry. His hand moving towards the echo device in his bag, hoping to digistruct a weapon. 

Jules surveyed their surroundings. A hand resting on the engraved 9mm on their hip. They knew there was no point using the sniper on their back if they were already caught. For a moment she saw nothing, and then from the bridge at the 188, a glint of a sniper's scope. The crunch of footsteps from behind them. Two sets. Moving steadily towards Jules and Izzy. Jules pulled out her pistol, and made it clear that they were placing it on the floor, followed by their Anti-Material Rifle and then a grenade Rifle. Izzy followed suit and placed his echo on the ground with the weapons. 

“We’re really gonna just surrender? We haven’t even tried fighting.” Izzy horsley whispered to Jules as the strangers footsteps came to a stop. Jules continued to face the trading stop, wanting to face the potential of death head on. Though they doubted that those who had captured them would kill them. The strangers’ tactics were too well thought out to be Vipers, or Feinds. A sniper was never the Legion's way to assassinate. These people could have been NCR, but Jules suspected they were bounty hunters. Which came with implications Jules didn’t necessarily agree with. 

Izzy, who had extensive experience working with, around, and against, bounty hunters had drawn the same conclusion. 

“Jules?” The stranger's voice was gentle, deep with hints of gravel from extensive desert travel, but it spoke their name like it was a delicate butterfly that they didn’t want to hurt. Slowly, Jules turned towards the stranger. Challenging the strangers soft look with one of cold, hard, taught resolve. 

Jules ignored his companions, challenging the one who had said their name. He was tall. Not that it was difficult to seem tall to Jules’ 5 foot 3 ass. When she looked at his face, they looked into the eyes of the man from the poster. Dark hair pulled back beneath a tattered old cowboy hat, beard shorter than that depicted in the poster. Wearing his NCR riot armour, coat and all, he could easily be mistaken for a ranger. Above his eyes, he had a scar Jules recognized all too well. A scar that Jules herself had. The reminder of a reckless decision. A scar given to them by the very gun Jules had just dropped. A reinforcement that Jules was not in their world. This was not their Mojave, it was his. 

The stranger took a second to look over Jules, this Jules. They weren’t the person he had run with. She had died. He was certain of it. The Jules that stood before him was younger, slightly shorter. Their hair, a more wild and frizzy, but shorter, version of what he remembered. If it wasn’t for the shape of their face, and something in their eyes that screamed they’d been through hell and back, he would have thought they were a sibling to Jules. Their entire outfit was different. A long tattered trench coat, a vest top that revealed the top of an autopsy scar. Jeans that were ripped and repaired all over. But the bag, the bag was the same. Almost. It was missing a patch, the brotherhood insignia. The one thing his Jules swore to never remove. 

As the first stranger started to tear up, Jules turned their attention to his companions. Only to stare into the dumbfounded face of Arcade Gannon. Looking exactly like he did when Jules had last seen him at the fort. Blonde windswept hair kept short. The same white lab coat. The same glasses. The same man. Except this Arcade thought Jules had died. Had seen Jules die. 

A whirring a beeping from behind him consumed both Jules’ and Izzy’s attention. A mechanical sphere, bigger than one of their heads, though not by much. With attachments and rods sticking out of it. Patched up with pre war licence plates. Izzy was fascinated by the mechanics of the small robot. While Jules smiled, looking at her oldest companion. The eyebot didn’t seem excited to see them as it had done in the past. With the heavy realisation that this wasn’t her ED-E, Jules let herself tear up, though only slightly. 

For a long time, no one spoke. Izzy understood it was a moment of remorse for everyone around him, and so took a step back and silently observed the others. Still he questioned the capabilities of the small robot but left questions for later. He recognised the stranger from the poster. More handsome in person. But definitely the one credited with killing their companion. 

“Jules, it’s. It’s really you?” The stranger, Leroy, questioned as he stepped towards Jules. “I. It can’t be.”

“Cause you killed me?” Jules was blunt. They knew this wasn’t their world. But the anger at it all, at whatever cosmic joke it was that had dragged themselves and Izzy into this Mojave. That anger was building up within them again. Holding their intellect and rationality hostage and leaving Jules with nothing but that anger. 

“What?” Leroy wasn’t as quick witted as Jules, but he was perceptive. Pointing to the paper balled up in Jules’ hand he commented “You found one of my posters.” 

Jules stared at him. Stared like it was high noon in a western township. They didn’t break or falter, neither of them did. Leroy took a step towards Jules, Jules moved two paces back. Moved away from their guns. Perhaps their rational thought had returned. Though it’s equally as likely they hadn’t noticed. 

Leroy stopped. Lowered his head, accepted defeat. 

He knew this wasn’t his Jules. He knew she was dead. He wanted to understand what was going on. But if this Jules couldn’t trust him, he’d have to gain their trust. He turned to Arcade and ED-E, “Can one of you get Boone. Tell him we’re all good.” ED-E bounced up and down, as if nodding in confirmation, before zooming towards the 188 trading post. Leroy turned to Jules and Izzy (who he couldn’t help but thinked look completely out of place in the Mojave, though he couldn’t work out why) and tried to start the process of gaining their trust. “So all this has been weird. We’re gonna look at setting down a camp in one of the buildings just a ways up from here. Feel free to join us. I find it’s always safer to travel with a group.” 

Izzy answered for the pair, “That sounds like a plan, we could use a rest and a catch up on who, what, wheres, and whens of everything. I’m Izzy, by the way.” 

Jules nudged Izzy’s elbow, “Maybe you need the whats, wheres, and whens. I just need the whos.” And after a moment. “And I suppose a good rest wouldn’t be a miss.” they turned to Leroy. “I don’t trust you. I’m not about to start trusting you. But I need somewhere to sleep that isn’t sand. So lead the way. Oh and if you cross us, I will kill you.” 

Leroy blinked for a second, absorbing what Jules had just said before nodding, turning and walking in the direction of Camp McCarran. Jules and Izzy picked up and equipped their weapons and echo device before following after. With Arcade bringing up the rear, strangely silent about the current turn of events.

[leona-florianova]

Felicity or just Foxtrot is a ghoul code breaker and an intelligence officer for NCR.

I made her about a year ago as a adoptable oc but then ended up falling in love with her and keeping her. But who knows eventually I might sell her. (at least not before I draw her some more.)

[crapula-estatutario-nobinario]

bn, tengo mojis para todos los muñequitosss

🤔 - nemo

🤍- rowan

🤓- cicero

💯 - y for everyone :]]]

WAHAHA, these are gonna be a lot of fun to reply! Va a ser muy largo así que... sujétate, que vienen curvas.

♤Nemo♤

What are some of your oc's quirks/mannerism?

Nemo tends to cross his arms whenever he is not being truthful. It is a huge knee jerk reaction for him.

Also, one of his rituals is counting the folks he strikes down to carve the number on his axe. Once he finishes carving an axe, he sends Cicero to get him a new one.

Snorts, lets out loud grunts whenever he laughs hard. He got quite the laugh.

Three random facts:

He likes having his hair messed with, sometimes, when he is relaxing with the priestress, he lets them braid him. This results in a large ass bear legionary full with bows and hairclips.

Honey mesquite pods, ah, he loves them, they are his favourite snack

He has been with the legion for a long while, however, he comes from a Matriarchal tribe. As his old manners haven't been erased by the Legion, anytime he goes out, he fetches little gifts to bring back to the priestress as tributes.

♧Rowan♧

What are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Rowan is very, very adaptable. She is only a ranger because it benefits hers. This can be deemed as cynical as well. A girl gotta look for herself is one of her mottos.

Cautious. The people she trusts are counted with the fingers of one hand, it takes a long while for her to open up, and, even if she opens up to someone, she tends to keep her secrets to herself.

Conservative. Regarding the old world. Rowan is a pre-bombs ghoul and definitely misses a lot of her old life. She will get cocky when it comes to people talking about the past. "No, you weren't there, shut the fuck up."

Three random facts

Rowan used to work as a secretary for some vault tech executive. She knows dirty stuff about the company.

Adores long dresses and will wear them to the Strip, she also has a soft spot for old style hats.

Has travelled a lot, has worked for the NCR for a long while but she is already seeking for a better job. She is ALWAYS on the hunt for better stuff for herself. You go, girl!

◇Cicero◇

Is your oc chatty or quiet? Are they at ease at social situations or are they shy?

Oh, Cicero can't shut the fuck up. He adores rambling and asking and pretty much is curious about everything and everyone. He used to the kind of child who was asking a hundred questions a day.

This natural curiosity has made him learn a lot thought and to question the Legion's dogma.

He will talk your ear off about old music and how he knows hundreds of lyrics and how he will get a job in the strip as a singer someday.

He loves yapping, about everything, about anything.

Three random facts

His voice is surprisingly good when he patrols the Mojave with his gang, you can know that they are coming because there he is, singing loudly as the others do the chorus. He has been scolded for this lmao.

Once, working as a vexillarius, he lost his legion flag and brought back THIS instead

No, Cicero, no, that is not the Legion flag.

Heavy sleeper, he will sleep through anything.