I am currently looking for a professonal competitive team
I main pyro




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Single As A Pringle

Due to phisers I will only accept profiles over level 10





The watcher was born in texas… or rather what was left of it. A young child, the watcher grew up in a world so familiar to many... Yet different. The young watcher hailed from more specifically, Austin texas, a city known for its culture and music before the war, and, like the resilient species humanity was, it didn’t stop after the bombs dropped. Austin became a hub of culture and music in the wasteland, so much in fact that bottlecaps weren’t adopted as the only currency. You could get a record for 100 bottlecaps, and a record became the universal sign in the texas wasteland for one hundred caps. Anyway, the watcher always had the easy going personality of a Texan.

He was also curious, constantly watching other children play, or the adults in the militia fight off hordes of unspeakable horrors… He was a visual learner. See, the watcher had superb eyesight, maybe because he was a psyker, though to a lesser degree than many. His abilities granted him superhuman eyesight and reflexes, allowing him to see for miles. But, his texas ranch easy going personality was all changed when the bomb went off. It was the case in megaton from the capital wasteland, where a bomb was undetonated and lied dormant. However, there was no lone wanderer to save the people of The Watcher’s village.

He awoke one night to look out his window to see a giant, blinding explosion in the distance. He rushed down to tell his parents, only to find nothing, not a trace of his folks. They were gone and he knew it. He later found out his parents were in the town market when the blast occurred, and got caught in the blast radius, they were instantly dead, along with most of the town. But who was behind such a heinous act? After time, he learned this, as well. The institute. A sect of the shadowy organization the railroad operated in Austin, and the San Antonio area. They used the Rio Grande to transport synths. It was from this that the Watcher hated the institute and railroad alike. In fact, he had a hate for all synths, because he had seen their potential for destruction.

He had nothing, and was a broken man. However, the worst part was, he was not entirely out of the blast zone. He got hit by radiation, which put in him one more ability, a sort of “thermal sensor.” He could sense organic life within a short radius. However, this gave him one more crucial ability… the ability to spot a synth. He went eastward, and became a legend in his own right as a “synth assassin.” Synthetic men everywhere hid and cowered from his sniper rifle, and he was known for never missing. His pilgrimage finally ended when he hit the west coast. Only 17 at the time, he was shocked by the relative order and peace of the NCR. Inspired, he joined. He excelled and soon became a ranger, and… well, you know the rest. It was from that that he learned something. War. War never changes.