User:Brell Huewit

Alias: Silver Bullet

Age: 38

Date of Birth: January 15th

Place of Birth: Navarro, CA

Residence: Goodsprings, NV

Sex: Male

Race: White

Orientation: Straight

Religion: Christian

Blood Type: A+

Appearance: 6' olive tan, high and tight wavy cornsilk blond hair, icy blue eyes

Faction: none currently

Career/Position/Job: Enclave soldier (formerly) leader and founder of Brell's Horde (formerly) Goodsprings defender, farmer, caravan guard

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Reputation: not so good

Skills: mechanical and biomedical engineering,

Augmentations: artificial liver, metal plates in skull

Impairments: OCD

Personality/Traits: fluctuates from aloof to relatively outspoken depending on the company he's around.

Weapons/Apparel/Vehicle: thermic lance, auto axe, frag grenades, incendiary grenades, exploding shurikins, blue sharkskin three piece suit, Goodsprings settler attire, X-01 power armor

Backstory: Not long after the destruction of the Poseidon oil rig a family of Enclave survivors fled Navarro on an exodus flight east. Among those aboard the vertibird fleet were a little boy named Brell Huewit was kept in check inside a custom made suit of power armor. Raven Rock deemed as the most promising refuge to avoid any sign of NCR persecution or Brotherhood hostility. After a long series of quick stops during the trip the boy waddled his way into the safety of the Raven Rock bunker thinking all was well.

As Brell Huewit grew, training became more intense. By the age of 16 Brell was inadvertently a challenge to teach and train. He'd fail to meet baseline standards and was sent to and fro various sections in an attempt to better place him. PVT Brell never was a crackshot but managed to learn the basic use of firearms which he never took much interest in and would often use robots to do the shooting for him. This both impressed and angered his superiors. So as punishment Brell was often sent on missions where he was free to prove how well he'd fare against the horrors of the wasteland without successfully passing their training. Among the supplies PVT Huewit was sent off with was his M-16 unknowing to him loaded with altered ammo which would've injured or killed him had he used it.

Once at his mission objective site he took out the occupying raiders who were congregating around a stockpile of footlockers with a well placed incendiary grenade which sent the raider band into a fiery doom while leaving the durable containers unscathed. Brell's hasty return to base to eagerly report his success was met with unexpected criticism from his first line leader and his own father. Brell knowing the drill cleaned his unfired weapon and still ignorant of the rigged ammo clip and the suicide mission his superiors were planning for him next. Brell wasn't the most stealthy during his return from his last mission and this drew the attention of super mutants. Once again Brell was in the hot seat and sent out to fix the problem.

Brell, gun in hand angrily threw it across the rocky terrain. A mysterious hand from behind a protruding rock reached out and grab the M-16. Brell with grenade in hand skulked toward the odd green figure realizing a super mutant has triggered a landmine and was now critically wounded. Brell saw the super mutant growl at him as it aimed the rifle but as the trigger was squeezed entire weapon exploded in the super mutants face. Shocked and seeing how his stubbornness toward firearms may have saved his life Brell thought it best to avoid returning home knowing the people he trusted only wanted to use him in hopes he'd die in the process. He knew the Enclave would come looking for him.

By 18 Brell made friends with caravan merchants and offered his services as a guard in exchange for basic provisions. News of Brell's success of protecting not only the caravan but wiping out dozens of raiders and saving even more lives got out across the Capital wasteland and the Enclave saw the math checking out. His squad soon caught up with him. PVT Huewit's Sergeant got in his face but immediately acknowledged his heroic and brave deeds. "You're very brave and did a good thing out here Private... Now come back home and we'll overlook your past failures." Brell though relieved was still unsettled in his mind what his company had in store. But after PVT Huewit was escorted to the vertibird, a brief verbal altercation outside the aircraft ensued followed by screaming before Gatling gun fire mowed down his caravan friends spotting the vertibird windshield with a crimson ooze. A moment that would set the stage for what this young juggernaut of tyranny in the making was forced to relive...over and over. Huewit watched in shock as his Sergeant boarded the vertibird all covered blood and fragments of guts and sat next to him and pack him on the back. "Damn Private! For a fuckup you sure accomplished the very next mission we had planned for you and we didn't even have to order you to do it! Talk about initiative!" The Enclave Sergeant looked down at his bloody chest plate before saying with a chuckle. "Oh...does this nasty blood gross you out Private? Don't worry! It'll wash off and you won't get sick. Not sure what you got going on inside that ticker of yours but I know our commander will be impressed with your work today! Congratulations Private FIRST CLASS Huewit! Keep up the good work and soon you'll be doing my job. Hahahahaha..."

By 20 years of age Brell Huewit attained the rank of Sergeant. Though he had a squad under him he insisted on leading from the front and close quarters. The X-01 power armor deflected the small arms fire but was able to subdue the wastelanders with little harm to any of them. SGT Huewit, knowing the flaws of his superiors' genocidal tendencies figured it was time to tell his soldiers what he had planned. Initially is squad met him with skepticism but saw how he was able to gain favor from locals while explaining the onslaughts that were out of his control but offered asylum for any survivors. SGT Huewit knew the game well at this point; take care of his soldiers, hobnob with the locals and build rapport.

Unfortunately, within the year personnel were rotated leaving SGT Huewit to rethink how to maintain local favor while staying on good terms with his unit. By this time SGT Huewit has led a total of 77 personnel. With little time getting to know his subordinates, Huewit stayed in contract with his original squad. Treason, regardless of the reason spelled doom for anyone in the ranks, so should anything leak he wanted to know where the loyalties of his squad members laid.

At 21 SGT Huewit saw an opportunity to earn his keep while avoiding killing innocents. Volunteering to wipe out hostile wildlife and the occasional pack of raiders. All seemed well for him until his LT aimed her pistol at one of his squad members for "desertion". SGT Huewit confronted the LT and questioned her. Turns out the LT was planning a desertion herself before breaking down and admitting that the Enclave is not who they say they are. SGT Huewit nodded in agreement but without warning the young LT pointed her handgun to her head. "Nooooo!" SGT Huewit exclaimed as he dived to restrain the suicidal officer but it was too late. Her brains were splattered and the resulting mess left SGT Huewit with much to explain to his CO. After a brief investigation, it was determined that the LT was suffering from PTSD and failed to seek proper treatment.

SGT Huewit continued his work. Avoiding contact with human hostiles was no longer an option as raiders were taking shots at his platoon. With his squad breaking off to intercept hit and runners, Huewit took notice of a similar cache of footlockers he noticed before. Huewit led his squad to mow down the gang and clearing the way of booby traps. Among his squad he had a Private who was proficient in lockpicking. All the footlockers were opened revealing various energy weapons that were no doubt every raider's wet dream but nothing appeared to be from any Enclave casualties but likely Brotherhood or Outcast patrols that were robbed and pillaged during patrols. SGT Huewit was about to report their findings when another squad member cut him off. SGT Huewit stopped to listen and heard the suggestion of the young Private. He continue to radio in his report leaving out the part about the weapons knowing they'd only further enable the Enclave's murderous intentions. After the 10-4 SGT Huewit let the proverbial cat out of the bag. With his squad sitting around a burn barrel he stood on a soapbox making his soldiers a proposition. "Now is your time to decide, us or them?" With little hesitation the lock pick expert quickly nodded confirming his loyalty to his squad leader the others quickly followed suit. By that evening the caravan survivors were contacted by SGT Huewit's squad. They saw a bad moon rising with the Enclave that would undoubtedly turn things bloody before long. Months of collaborating went by and Brell Huewit gained their trust in leading them to find a place to settle away from the Enclave. In a series of fireside chats he bonded with the men and women both young and old and took a special liking to the children. He warned them of both expected and unknown dangers the further they traveled and even began sharing his personal faith in God which proved difficult considering his involvement with a shadow governing force propagating old American values. The survivors saw SGT Huewit as a beckon of new hope others joined along their way westward. Brell's Horde was born.

Unanimously agreeing to go west, Brell's horde pressed onward while listening to the news from Galaxy News Radio. Time was on Brell's horde as their numbers swelled to over a 100 members including humans, ghouls and even a few displaced super mutants. Utilizing over two dozen wagons and the teams of Brahman to pull them, they made good time fleeing the Capital wasteland. Thankfully the Enclave began focusing on Project Purity and the "lone wanderer" from Vault 101 who apparently was causing Brell's old comrades much trouble. He simply grinned as he led his followers west.

(I'll leave it at this point for now. Been on it for a few hours. I'm still piecing together my old backstory used with my old account.)