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Bio: ::://Hey, I'm Patrick. I an probably writing this because I have nothing else to do. My life is pretty boring, not to much to talk about. You will usually find me chilling with friends by school or something. I like music and art. I draw and I play Electric Guitar and Flute. I'm here on gaia mainly to role play and have some fun. I used to have a real nice profile I made myself, but the coding got me frustrated so I just kept it simple. If you wanna know more pm me. See you later.
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RP name:Love, but commonly referred to as Nukes.
User name:Love-Nukes Blackspade
Appearance(avatar):
Age:24
Weapons: jet black revolver
Powers:Energy (just imagine the force with a black fog to it.)
Bio: Born the deserts of California, Of much war between America and China, Nuclear war town him and his parents apart. A nuclear Blast in the southern California area left him for dead baking in the sun down in the sand. Radiation waves seen in the distance. major headaches left him sitting there. Until the New California republic took him as their own Lab rat. High doses of Radiation wouldn't affect him. So he was blackmailed into retrieving things in the wasteland since he can take abnormal high doses of rads, Promised that once his duties are done he will see his family again. After four years of Back to back jobs, They did another test. Promised to be his last. Scientist practically poured radiation in his head. His left eye became Jet black. Fog covered the room. Wanting to commit suicide energy seeped into the engine of the lab, Causing a massive nuclear explosion, destroying anything in a 4 mile reach. Two years later after traveling the wasteland, fighting irradiated animals, He found the head of the NRC(New Cali. Rep.) Killed everything in it, found weapons, information, and papers that revealed the location to his parents, He took that and a black revolver that caught his eye. He traveled the wasteland for the next year, doing odd jobs, meeting people, Until he finally reached the location. Every door he passed he felt excitement. He opened the last door. Two sculls before him and a paper.(The paper can be whatever you want it to be.) And that left him cold and almost heartless. Bounty Hunting would be his new hobby, Killing the NCR
XVII, signing off.
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Don't leave! D:
I take back what I said about you being an ignorant retard.
xD Thats when you see how you and Dillon were.. You both had people who wanted you gone.. Plus a few other things..