Bailey_Saunderson

This is a Fallout 3 fan character. Excuse the inaccuracies with timelines and other lore bits.

Name: Bailey Saunderson
Age: 22
Height: around 6 feet even
Weight: 163 lbs

The Lone Wanderer. A man whose tales have been legends across the Capital Wastelands ever since the day he escaped from Vault 101 and went on a crusade to shape his destiny and save the Wastes from the vicelike grip the Enclave had upon it, purifying the water and bringing hope to the otherwise hopeless land.

This is not that wanderer.

But, not long after the Lone Wanderer was born, Bailey was born, across the wastes, in a small outcropping of escapees from another Vault, Vault 92. Her parents escaped the vault after the Overseer began experimenting with subconscious messages implanted using white noise generators. She grew up relatively safe, occasionally raising her BB gun to fend off a bloatfly or radroach, but always ducking into the home when a radscorpion or - heaven forbid, a Deathclaw - came around.

As a child, and even a teenager, Bailey grew up listening to the Galaxy News Radio station, and heard all of the exploits of the Lone Wanderer. It was her dream to get out into the Wasteland and see everything that the infamous Wanderer had done, and perhaps even live up to their reputation. And she eventually got her wish..in a not so desirable way.

When Bailey was roughly nineteen years old, a gang of raiders stumbled upon their settlement, and viciously killed both her parents, as the cliche goes, and she was kidnapped. Dragged back to Paradise Falls, the slaver's hideaway, she was put to work for months, until a gang of Super Mutants kidnapped her from the outpost, and took her to their own settlement.

By this point, Bailey has reached the mature age of 20, and already she tired of the Wastelands, but deep in her mind, she held on to the hopes that she would be rescued by that famed Lone Wanderer, as he always did in the stories from the radio. Just as she was sure she would die, the Super Mutants gave her a selective dose of FEV radiation, planning to turn her into a smarter, deadlier mutant to fight for their cause.

Well, one out of three ain't bad.

She wasn't particularly smarter, and she wasn't entirely like the hulking, asexual Super Mutants that had taken her hostage. But she WAS quite deadly, and she managed to fight her way out of the settlement, running back to her home to salvage what she could, and start to wander the Capital Wasteland as she had always wanted to, aged by her experiences, for better or worse.

When it came to looks, Bailey was not entirely blessed by God in this respect. She was pretty, yes, but there was always something off about her. From a childhood injury, her nose was permanently crooked just a slight bit to the left, and from her time with the various captors, she had gained a few stressed wrinkles on her otherwise smooth, tanned skin. Her body is well-built, kept fit through running away from the beasts of the Wastes and other such ventures. Her bust is fairly large, though not comically so, enough to garner a few stares from the occasional trader that she passes by, should they notice, and her rear end is certainly curvaceous and just the slightest bit jiggly, something she finds herself admiring about herself occasionally. Her hair is a dark auburn, slightly-slitted eyes a deep shade of hazel that often shifts to blue or green depending on..well, who knows, really? Occasionally, she can be seen wearing a pair of reading glasses.

Now, you might be wondering what came of the radiation in her body..this is one of the things she has come to deal with in the world: nestled between Bailey's legs is a fully functional, large cock, and a set of balls to match! She still has all the working female bits, but she has forever been deemed a hermaphrodite by gender, due to the pendulous member between her thighs. She has crafted a set of armor built upon her old Vault 92 jumpsuit specifically to hide her assets a bit more from the world, especially her package, and it works admirably.

She can often be seen carrying a small knife or revolver for a sidearm, but for her main gun, Bailey will choose a stout hunting rifle over anything else, nine times out of ten. The weapons are shoddy and not well-kept, but functional enough for her liking. Her Pip-Boy, a scavenged piece of equipment placed on her arm by scientists at Rivet City, gives her an easy readout on a good deal of things, and stores plenty of data when she needs it.

Recently, Bailey has travelled to the Mojave Wasteland in search of more adventure and things to keep her busy. The Pulowski Preservation Shelter she had used to get to the Park in the first place took her to the new wastes suddenly one day, and she has started to set things in motion there, building towards an independent New Vegas under the rule of the people. Not her, though. Not her style.

Sex? She won't just fuck around willy-nilly. She's from a land where disease and dirt is everywhere, not exactly the most ideal conditions for making love. So, if you want to get close to this desert flower, you're going to have to be careful: she's got thorns..

A new, experimental alt from Umikawa_Productions. See there for other alts, main preferences, and rules for dealing with me as a player.