Courier Six ○ big iron on her hip
Vers ○ abo compatible ○ comfortably numb
Full Name: Aozora Itoh McKinnon Gender: Femake
Orientation: Aromantic Polysexual (yes that includes mutants)
Kinks
TBD
Content Warnings
TBD
Physical Description: TBD
May somewhat resemble: Kiko Mizuhara
SPECIAL & Perks:
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Level XX Courier Six
PERKS
Background: You help a little town survive an attack by escaped NCR prisoners, but do they call you the Defender of Goodsprings? No. You stop the Legion's march across the Mojave, putting an end to Caesar's reign with a knife in his chest, but do they call you the Destroyer of the Legion? Nope. You put down a 200 year old capitalist and ensure a free New Vegas, but do they call you the Savior of the Strip? Of course not.
But you test-drive one sex-bot...
Aozora has never had an easy life. From a young age she's tagged along with her mother in merchant caravans and water traders, starting on the California coast and working her way eastward as the NCR pushed deeper into the deserts. When Aozora was a teenager, her mother caught a nasty infection and, far from help, died and was buried in a makeshift memorial on the edge of a salt flat. Aozora knew well enough to fend for herself, and did so for a while, but eventually she wanted to stop trekking all the way across the deserts, so she picked the Mojave and stuck to it, running packages for civilians and NCR interests alike.
That is, until she was charge with delivering a particular, seemingly innocuous package to a casino. It didn't matter how stupid it was to pay that many caps for somebody to carry a single poker chip all the way back to New Vegas, but she was paid well enough not to care.
Of course, the bullet in her brainpan made her care. One minute she was on her way out of town, the next she was kneeling in a graveyard with some prick monologuing with a gun in her face... and then, black. Next thing she knew, some doctor was telling her he'd put her head back together as best he could, but he must have missed a thing or two. From that day forward, Aozora had lost something crucial to human mental health -- she could no longer dream. Sleep, sure, but when most people would experience some fantasy to occupy their minds in the dark, hers simply skipped to waking. She never really felt rested... not unless she was drunk or high on some cocktail of chems.