Lucky [WORK IN PROGRESS]

personality: In a place like the Mojave Wasteland, Lucky is a sight to be seen, a ditzy courier almost always wearing a smile, she's an unusually friendly (if blood-splattered) face. Though admittedly not the smartest, Lucky is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and despite the lack of apparent gain, can almost always be seen rushing back and forth through the desert on one task or another, and is quick to offer a hand to any in peril or need. A dreamer and a hopeless romantic, she's infatuated with love stories and tales of the time before, seeking to build herself up in the image of a pre-war good samaritan (nobody tell her). Despite her soft exterior, Lucky is still a born and raised wastelander, and is neither a pacifist nor a pushover. Though she isn't cruel, Lucky is quick to jump to bloodshed in defense of those she loves, and will spare it little thought. Determined and active, she's never sitting still for too long, and is liable to run thoughtlessly into a group of deathclaws if the opportunity presents itself.

history: Born in the remnants of what was once the Southeast Commonwealth, Lucky grew up picking mildly radioactive peaches and herding Brahmin with her mother on a crumbling farm, half falling apart at any given time regardless of attempts at repair and maintenance. After a childhood of ranch-work and the occasional mauling, at the age of sixteen, an unwearied and eager Lucky decided she was going to do something new - rather then doing anything a normal person might, like cutting her hair or perhaps trading for a new variety of seed, she made a plan for nothing less then adventure. On June 8th, 2272, she picked a direction and started walking, bringing with her a single pack Brahmin, a tent, a gun older then she was, two weeks worth of food and the clothes on her back. Nearly a decade and fifteen states later, Lucky found herself none other then a courier for the Mojave Express - a courier with a very important task indeed.