[ ᴵᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵛⁱˡ . . . . . . ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˡᵉᵛᵉˡ ] [♡+↻]

At least this black eye is healing.. Her nose, on the other hand, is still mostly broken.

Rise and shine, wastelanders.

It makes Michelle's usually grave features often when Piper calls her 'Blue'.. And moreso when someone else picks up the nickname. She still misses being called 'Mick' by her brothers, though.

Michelle lifted her gaze from a few papers written with a dying pen, gaze calculating as she looked him over. "Its not everday someone comes looking for me over Nick Valentine."

"You just pissed off the wrong woman."

"Merc, Private Investigator.. I have a few titles." She rose, looking him over. "I can wear many hats... For a price.. But that depends."

// Michelle has a HUGELY fleshed out backstory clear back into her childhood.. Shes a character I've had worked on even outside of the Fallout verse

Her pre-war relationship was mostly business.. But that doesn't mean she won't tear the Commonwealth up by the roots looking for her baby.

She picked up the beat up laser rifle beside her, smiling. "Give me a name and a place. Nobody will know there was anyone there when I deal with them."

Running low on cigarettes.. She never used to smoke before the war. She never drank back then either. Now? It all just seemed like a fitting escape.

"Mm.. Sounds like the path Mayor Hancock mentioned to me a short time back." She adjusted her hat, smiling. "I'd be my pleasure. I'd help Goodneighbor sooner than Diamond City.."

// Might make a twitter for a Skyrim character of mine.. Hmm

// Hey yall! Been super busy with work and all, so much so that I've gotten sick!!! I'm kinda bet ridden at the moment..

She was running low on cigarettes.. Very low..

Name: Ross Graham DOB: July 13, 2258 Age: 29 Occupation: Mercenary, Trader. Locations spotted: Capital Wasteland, Mojave Desert, Commonwealth. Weapons: Baseball bat. 44. magnum. N99 pistol. Relationships: Father: James Graham Mother: Catherine Graham Dog: Dogmeat

//okay long span of not being here due to work demanding I be around outside of my scheduling hours But I'm working on a video for Fallout.4 now that I have access to Adobe products again.. Which means more screenshots Also I'm really itching for some rp

She'd trashed her chestpiece, finally leaving behind any marking of the Brotherhood she carried. And now.. It was back to a lone life