Fallout 4: Shadows Of The Old World
Mosshroomsty for Gus “Skillet” Mercer
Male ghoul, 30s-40s Proprietor‑chef of the café tucked against the Cascade Commons’ cavern wall.
Once a pre‑War line cook, Gus clawed his way through centuries of wasteland kitchens refining “irradiated haute cuisine.” Half his jaw looks char‑broiled, yet he’s quick with a crooked grin and dad‑joke puns about food safety. He treats the café like a neighborhood diner—equal parts soup line and confessional booth—and quietly donates leftovers to the Hub refugees. Beneath the banter he tracks every ration crate, convinced that good meals are as vital to morale as water or ammo.
Smaller role, but always potential to expand as we get into Acts II and III.
Voice Style: Warm, gravel‑coated baritone. Let the ghoul rasp ride on the edges of phrases—no need to shred the throat.
- all american accents
- Dad Jokes
- warm
- male adult
- good quality
Fresh Mirelurk chowder’s bubb lin’ away in the kettle, traveler—slow‑simmered over driftwood coals. Grab a tin bowl; the only glow you’ll taste is that rich rad‑butter seeping off the tail meat.
Kid, I’ve been coaxin’ spice into radstag jerky since before half the Commonwealth learned to walk upright. A pinch of mutfruit vinegar, three days of patience, and it’ll outclass any pre‑War recipe you dug outta Grand‑ma’s cookbook.
Keep your voice down and your ears open: rumors say the Directorate’s sniffin’ our supply lines again. One more hijacked caravan and hungry bellies’ll roar louder than the waterfall—I’m stockpiling scraps, but watch those tunnels, yeah?
