#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

[ghost-qwq]

"no more art for the rest of the year" I say, fully lying... here's some fallout stuff

[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

[geaibleu89]

Ellery getting his drunken ass dragged off the Strip because he is insanely good at Caravan, a sore winner (he's actually a pretty graceful loser), and was about to get his ass beat for being an ass about winning, but Matt just scooped him up and was all 'peace out 😅' before skedaddling with him like something out of a Looney Tunes cartoon 😆

It also helped that Ellery had so much tequila and whiskey that he literally couldn't walk, and therefore, couldn't fight Matt, and Matt is probably one of the few people he can tolerate being touched by-he'd drank so much because he'd been blowing off steam due to the upcoming Second Battle 🤷

Matt is also pretty damn strong and probably one of the few people that can actually carry him, given Ellery's built like a brick shithouse 😆

Bonus: one of the first photos taken of them together, not long before they both left the NCR; Ellery due to finishing his ten year stint, and Matt for medical reasons-his mental health took a nosedive after the Second Battle and it took a while for him to actually get discharged on this basis because in my canon, the NCR won, but barely had a foothold in the area and wanted all hands on deck

They also tried to persuade Ellery to stay beyond his ten years, but he was left with a lifelong injury due to the Second Battle, was sick and tired of the NCR's shit, and wanted out the moment his time was up

[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.

[gay-caesar-truther]

Okay, I'm finally Anna lore posting. She's had a lot of development and has... A lot of lore. I'll try and make it sparknotes version but... SHEESH.

She's changed a lot since I did her bust ref so here's her updated bio-

Name: Anastasia Beatrice Monroe/ Anna Monroe/ Major Monroe

Age: 36

Sexuality: Bisexual or Lesbian (???, subject to change, I am still pondering)

Job: Burnt out NCR major

She's NCR born and bred- The only child of a brahmin barron.

She was always expected to be pretty and proper, and was expected to marry a wealthy politician for the benefit of her family the second she turned 18.

She was expected to behaved and act in a very specific way, to be a useful tool in securing future wealth for her family via marriage and to make many children for whoever her husband would be.

When she was 14 she started sneaking out of the house at night, dressing in common clothes, hanging out with normal people- Really seeing how other people lived. She begged her father to used the vast wealth he acquired to make life better for people- He refused believing that he got where he is through intellect and hard work, and if people really wanted the same life style they should also have to work hard for it.

Anna hated this, hated that he had the means to help but kept looking down on other people.

She ran away from home at the age of 15- Determined to not use her dad's money, that she didn't earn. She joined an underground fighting ring- and, at first, was REALLY bad at it. Getting her ass kicked and barely earning enough caps to get by, until a pre-war ghoul, who used to be a boxer back in the old world, took pity on her and offered to train her. She's particularly fond of ghouls, and will not tolerate any bigotry against them because of this.

She continued in the fighting ring until she was old enough to sign up to the NCR Army at the age of 18. She joined up with the naive ambition of making lives better in the far flung regions of the wasteland and making the wasteland a better place.

She determination, loyalty and unique combat style meant she worked her way up the ranks, becoming a Major by the age of 24. in during her time as a lower level NCR soldier she met her girlfriend Teegan, and she kept the relationship mostly secret and as a result was put in charge of the same outpost Teegan was stationed at.

Her first big combat mission (with her in command) was a DISASTER. Many soldiers were lost to Legion forces, including Teegan. Anna never quite recovered from the guilt of having lead people who trusted and loved her to their deaths.

From this point on she was particularly harsh with those under her command, correcting any mistakes, being tight with the rules. She would NOT loose anyone because of her own lax attitude or mistakes again. During the day she plays her role well- Following the rules, giving commands. She will be the perfect Major because the thought of her troops dying because she was too lax with them is unbearable.

During this time she developed a deeper hatred for the legion, it was no longer a nebulous "these people are the enemy", it was personal/ She has a particular fondness for torturing Legion prisoners, getting her revenge by breaking them down. She doesn't consider Legionaries human, they're a toy for her to take her revenge on.

She wants to see the legion suffer, and enjoys sending capture legionnaires back to Caesar broken and beaten. It's both a threat and a promise- "Your legion WILL crumble, and your men are nothing compared to me. I will have your head."

[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. 

[lucasthewucas]

Charlotte Benson ꃋᗜꃋ

Who wanna listen to Jikkalyang bellz gewt,,,,

[axlstudios]

Finally done with this model p a i n

[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)

[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.

[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.