Eliza is the titular character for this mod, and she has a lot of dialogue. She's prone to deadpan sarcasm, cynicism, and tons of profanity. It's rare for her to ever take anything particularly seriously, and she tries to take everything in her life as casually as she possibly can.
Uh... did you just give that hobo two grand? I'm all for philanthropy, but you know he's gonna shoot all that cash up his arm, yeah?
"Tell you about myself"? What do you want, a fucking application? Look, no offense, but I barely know you. I'm not going to pour my life story on you, OK?
Actually, no, wait... They're a group of insular, hostile, self-centered pricks who use their big guns and big armor to rob people of tech... They're raiders. They're raiders who think they're morally justified 'cause they say: "Give me thine laser rifle, or I shall taketh it by force!"
First and foremost, Roy needs to have a gentlemanly Southern accent. There isn't an option for that on the accent tab, but it's necessary for his character. Reference material can be provided. His voice is definitely smooth and clean-sounding. He is a fast talker, who will never allow himself a silent moment. He's like a southern gentleman used-car-salesman.
Caravan afficionados are, without fail, an unwashed sort, utterly lacking in discretion and proper breeding.
I'll have somebody go down and pick him up, and hopefully his new caretaker will encourage him not to seek bloody vengeance against you.
And strange, strange people. Without all the trappings of modern civilization, they've... Well, I don't know what to call it beyond simple insanity.
Vincent is a 30-something thug who fancies himself a sophisticated crimelord. Think Goodfellas. I imagine him having a fairly deep voice.
I don't. That fat Irish prick thinks he's big-time because he has a lot of businesses kick charity his way. I could put a bullet in the back of his neck today, and have someone take his job tomorrow.
Now, we could stalk 'em around, do surveillance, maybe even prod them for info... Real thorough, y'know? Learn everything they're hiding.
Yeah, I got a problem. And since you're a partner in our little enterprise, that means you got a problem, too.
She's a very reserved, strictly professional sort of woman. She has a very subdued sense of humor, but even that's very dry and deadpan.
Don't waste your time. You could spend a few days heading for the West coast, but then what? Nobody at the office could tell you who put the contract on you, in much the same way that I don't know who contracts the hits I assign you.
While his execution serves as justice for all the atrocities he committed against the English language, he was never any threat as a propagandist.
I'm not being reticent to save my job. I simply value the truth, and I'd prefer not to be party to gossip and rumor-spreading.
Dakota is a stoner. She really loves being high, and that's about it.
Right now, I just relax and slow-burn my stash all day. I ain't making money, but this might be even better.
Durrl is a stoner who is pretty much constantly tripping balls.
Hey, whoa, I can't afford double, man. Look, man, there ain't that many buyers in Novac. Double is crazy.
Cricket is an alcoholic, drug-addicted 13-year-old girl who sells black-market equipment to finance her questionable life choices.
Pfft, you can't tell me not to drink, cause that'd be my parents job. And since they're dead as fuck, that'd make you a ghost. And ghosts don't need to buy weapons.
Reggie is a ten-year-old boy.
Oh god, dad! No! Someone, help!
Hey, fuckpump, you try to strong-arm me, and I'll have the Mastodonic Mutant throw your ass on the street.
Ferrar (Sounds like the first two syllables of Ferrari) presents himself as a friendly, good-old-boy sheriff. Beneath that, he's a very bitter, jaded man who is angry at the world for where he has found himself.
Well, New Rockwell was built around the sulfur mines in the area. The mines ran dry a while back, but as you can see, we're doing better than ever. Personally, I attribute the success to our local businesses.
I don't care if you head into the bar and see Billy the Baby-Rapist, wanted for a million caps, sitting at the bar. You leave him be. You got to draw iron on someone, you two can take it out of my town. We clear?
Martinez is a friendly bartender/ local rumor-mill. He gets along well with everyone, which is good, because his usual clientele are the type to murder anyone they don't like.
I caught Harlan trying to sneak an electric drill into my bathroom the other day. That man needs to be stopped.
I think I harnessed their urges for the better. My bar has only one firm rule: If you talk politics in here, everyone has permission to shoot you.
Gus is ex-information broker turned shopheeper's assistant.
I handle finances and secure the surplus ammo that Franklin sells. Funny how much can fall from the back of an NCR truck when you grease the right palms.
Samuel Greene is a smug sociopathic slave-trader. He considers himself tougher and smarter than everyone else around him, and he acts like it.
Address me properly, or I will have you dragged downstairs and burned alive. The charred bones of the last one are still there, if you don't believe me.
I know they were developing some kind of biological agent. My old order would frown on such a simple form of weapon, but I'm not with them anymore, am I?
Sawyer is a condescending, sadistic government operative. He hates it when people talk back to him, and he's only ever "pleasant" if the person he is speaking with just nods and smiles. I'm leaning towards something Michael Madsen-esque, but feel free to do your own thing.
My story is whatever line of garbage that I decide sounds good for the moment. Really, what else would you expect, given what I do and where I work?
I'm sorry, were you under the impression that I care about your moral conundrums? If it helps you sleep better at night, you can console yourself with the knowledge that you never really had a choice in the first place.
Maddie is a cynical militia woman. She's stubbornly attached to the notion of helping the helpless and such, even though she's sure it's a losing battle.
Huh. I guess I get so used to stuff going wrong around here, I didn't figure on anything ever working the way it should. Maybe this didn't really mean anything large-scale, but... Hell, it's enough to see just a little bit of actual justice once in a while.
Shapiro is a genuinely idealistic politician, who is frustrated that his ideology is considered to be stupid and near-treasonous.
Not at all. Everything I do, I do because I love my country, and I want to set it back on the right path. It leaves me in the position of being rather unpopular back home. Given the state of the world, you'd think they might value peaceful dissent.
No, I'm just here for the cheap rooms and the cheaper tables. My colleagues may, at the moment, prefer to discuss business in the embassy. Me... Well, if I have to spend a single second more than I have to with them, I'd be liable to shoot myself.
Thug is... a thug. Think Samuel L Jackson-ish. Or don't. Try what feels best.
Look, I've done all I can here, OK? Only other idea I got is to firebomb the fuckin' studio, and that'd torch the money.
Cheffy is an amped-up chef with no indoor voice. With that in mind, please don't blow out your mic recording for him.
WHATCHOO WANT?
Samantha is a deputy in the unenviable position of having vigilante-cop impulses in a setting where that will absolutely get her killed.
Nothing special. I'm from California. I joined the military with hopes of being a Ranger. I washed out, then I deserted, then I ended up in a cell.
