Reagan Kharn
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Contents
The Awakening
Well, so you wanna know my story, huh? Not much to tell, aside from a few things I picked up along the way. It all started when I had woken up in the middle of the Qularr invasion a few years ago. Apparently, where it was I had woken up in still bears plenty of significance even now. Everything else before that has been nothing more than a blur. I suppose I was just like your every day average Joe. I woke up, got a coffee, something to eat on my way to work, came home, ate something and went to sleep only to do it all over again the very next day. Now while I don't think that's hardly impressive on any of you at all, but that's how I figure it. I don't know much more beyond that.
So how did I end up like this thing, you ask? Again. I don't know. I do know that I had woken up, feeling a lot more different than how I usually was. I felt stronger, more agile, my senses were a alot sharper, but... I was still a werewolf. And yet, when I saw those bug freaks... I dunno. I do know that they weren't a part of the usual environment and that they had to be dealt with for hurting all of those people and causing widespread panic all throughout Millennium City. After sending them packing with some other guys along with Ironclad, apparently the Champions all saw something in me and asked for me to continue to help them out. I wanted no part of it at first, but they convinced me it was all for the greater good if I stayed and helped. I did for a while, but I still had my own questions. Ones I hoped I would find for myself. Did I find any answers? Well, if you stick around, I'll tell you.
Canada Campaign
If I were to tell you that if I were to ever find somewhere to hide out in, I would definitely say that the vibrant, snow lined tundra of Canada would be the place for me. I'm not sure how, but it reminded me of a simpler time. A simpler place that I used to cherish. I still relish the idea of going there and rush through the foothills, hide beside the trees and wait for my prey to come out of hiding just so I can spring out and take them down with one shot. It was pretty much the same case when word got to me that Justiciar was having issues with some folks called Hunter-Patriots. Naturally, I decided to give those guys a go. Though when they saw me like I was in my beastly form, I don't think they were aware that the hunter always became the hunted if they did not observe their surroundings carefully. There was also the nasty matter of some spiritualist that had gone berserk or something. I wasn't really paying attention. I just knew that it commanded a pretty good paycheck.
Arizona Campaign
Ugh. I cannot recall the numbers of times I got sunburned when I was out there. When I finally got into some shade, I was redder than a lobster! The fact that there was also these mutated scumbags called Irradiates out there running amok and trying to set off a nuke was also pretty bad too as well as having to deal with some malfunctioning robots at Snake Gulch, but you know what they say. No rest for the wicked. It was also here that I felt something. I guess you could call it a calling or a connection, but... I dunno. I know that I needed to focus my skills somewhere.
Down South To New Orleans
I honestly couldn't believe how this happened. It all started when I got a message from someone, claiming that they had some anonymous information that only that one person could tell me.
Who would've thought that it would turn into what nearly was the end of the world?
I'm sorry. I can't go on. It was a harrowing experience.
Bloodmoon Pack Affiliation
I had finally found my home... At least, I thought I did. These guys were a great bunch of people. Like minded individuals. Those that were like me. They were like brothers and sisters. It was also here that I finally found my first and only love...
But then... Everyone disappeared. I'm not sure how it happened, but it did. Even my betrothed. They all vanished. It was then that I realized that it was time to pack up and move on with my life. It was hard, but I knew we would all come back one day. Just when remains to be seen. I also hope my love is doing well... Wherever she is...
Enlisting With The Vodus
It was weeks after I left the pack that there was someone that was going around Club Caprice, looking to hire some people for their little group. I originally thought nothing of it at first, thinking that these Fallout rejects were looking to recruit people in the wrong place. But then again, this was after the fact that I knew full well for a fact that I was out of work now. That UNTIL didn't need me around. That General Vyre, though... I have no idea who he is or what his goals even are, but even then... I dunno.
I also guess that if I was incapable of spreading hope for a land that continued to sully their own heroes for even minor deeds, then I would instead cause fear. I'm tired of it all. Just tired. After I enlisted and received my rank of EMS-104, I soon heard that my uniform came in, decorated in the same way theirs were.
I have no regrets, now. None. Anyone who finds me now will see that I am a changed man.
Unfortunately for them, it seems as though they it looks as though they either saw no use in me or perhaps when they knew I was hurt several weeks ago, they must've deemed me unfit for their operations. Nevertheless, their philosophies have stuck with me a bit.
