S2c - Tumblr Posts
cw for violence, assault, implied sa
The Cormac family were a moneyed lot; when the bombs dropped, you had best believe they were snug away in some of the best-kept vaults in the nation. Despite having a reputation to upkeep, the Cormacs have since found scandal nipping at their heels at every turn—especially only daughter Anne, born out of wedlock from an affair. Anne’s father’s wife divorced and left him, but in the small world of Vault 35, there wasn’t really anywhere to go. Judgement was cast on Anne long before she was even born.
Growing up under watchful—and usually disdainful—community eyes, Anne became rebellious and wild, deciding to live up to the hellion she felt predestined to be. At the conclusion of one memorably cruel community lecture, Anne’s father announced his shame in being related. Anne’s world crashed down in that moment, but, being sixteen and still a child, she acted out. Electing to be a burden on the Vault no more, Anne ran away that very night—something discovered hours later, when the security tag was found on the floor.
As luck would have it, there was a farm only a day’s worth of walking away. By the time Anne stumbled up the rubble of the driveway to the house, she was dehydrated and becoming delirious. The Mister Handy that had taken up residence there followed its primary programming, nursing the human life back to health. For three years, Anne and Mister Handy survived together, traveling when necessary and only when necessary.
Despite these precautions and others, when raiders did what they do best with a trade caravan Anne was traveling with, she was taken.
She was taken for sport to a raider colony, where she surpassed all expectation and won every fight they put her into. A sizable portion of the crowd crowed to throw her to a feral ghoul they kept in a nearby pit, but small-time raider boss James Bonny came to her defense and bought her for a bride before they could throw her in the pit. Anne was married over her protestations and suffered worse by the end of the night.
Anne was the war bride of a fourth-rate raider and treated like his bitch for the next two years of her life. On the night of their marriage she had sworn she’d slip free and murder him some night. He laughed then. It took two years, admittedly, but eventually he slipped up. Anne got her revenge and then some, lighting the night sky up with his camp once she was done.
Anne has talked her way into big towns and “settles” in them from time to time. She offers what she calls wasteland services, from parcel delivery to bounty hunting and everything in-between. It’s a high risk, high reward kind of lifestyle, but Anne’s finding it agrees with her quite well.