Oazkar

Though the great war scoured the old world in nuclear fire, the gears of war never truly stopped turning. Enclave scientists, continuing the research of their forebears, work tirelessly to improve the United States greatest genetic weapon. The Deathclaw.

Thick scale and sinewy muscle, the size of three men and claws as long as a forearm. The deathclaw is a shock troop for a ground war that never happened. Speed, cunning, brawn, the deathclaw has it all. But its aggression makes it…difficult to handle. Splicing in human DNA, giving it the gift of sapience seemed to be the answer.

Oazkar was the result of these experiments, long since escaped from the laboratory confines. Torn between two worlds, civilization and the wasteland. His own kind shunned him, they couldn’t understand the new thoughts and desires that swirled through his head.

The need for companionship runs deep, drawn to settlements despite his more primal nature. Skulking around the outskirts, watching the inhabitants. He yearns to be part of the community, learning everything he can about the “polite society” of the wasteland.

The interactions with those who wander out alone seldom end well, even those who do not run or fight back find that you can’t take the deathclaw out of the wasteland. Despite his cravings for love and companionship, the beast demands satiation.

Dark, primal urges bubble and simmer just beneath the surface, the veneer of civilization runs only skin deep. Those who get close to Oazkar find themselves at the mercy of his baser instincts. Blood and fury, flesh and meat. Many a friendship has ended with a turgid, gurgling belly and a blood flecked belch.

But still, he roams the edges of civilization searching for that companionship. The burning desire to belong forever at odds with the scourge of the wasteland.


OOC
For vorish forays into the fallout universe, Oazkar is a deathclaw who craves wastelander society. He would best be described as "near feral", able to hold a conversation but finding long words and syntax a struggle. He's able to process simple emotions and desires, but is not capable of high level introspection.

Scenarios
Don't feel you need to use any of these, they are merely interesting ideas you can use to whet your appetite.

• Late at night, you hear the sound of your door lock shattering and intruders enter your store. Grabbing your rifle you find it's not bandits, but a eager deathclaw who hasn't grasped the idea of polite opening hours.
• A brotherhood recon mission to examine the local wildlife has uncovered an unusual specimin, but even as you watch him it becomes clear that he's watching you.
• Your trade caravan has been ravaged by the alpha predator, hiding in the wagon clutching your rifle you hear your companions devoured one by one. But with his hunger sated, you find not a ravenous beast but a gentle, terrifying soul.


The gut
Those claimed forever, hanging as fat and muscle on his flank and a pile of waste in his wake.


• Kyr
• Kyle_Winter