Fallout New Vegas Old World Discovery

Name:Natasha, Zhirov
Age:19
Gender:Female
SPECIAL: 4, 7, 5, 6, 5, 7, 6
Personality:Quiet, and generally calm. More of a fighter, than one to talk...however she does know when it's wise to talk.
Appearance:
History:Originally she came from a small town, farther out in the East of the country. However as time went on, her family continually began to migrate toward the west. While it was slow going for the most part, with the fact they almost always were choosing to stop, and stay a few months in whatever town they found next. They still kept on going, and always kept closing the distance more, and more.

However, just 100 miles out from Nevada, Natasha's family was ambushed by a group of raiders...Natasha was the only one who got out unscathed. At the time she was only 16, so she didn't know a thing about how to defend herself, or even fight in the first place. However, she did know how to travel, and how to take care of herself out in the wild. So for the next few weeks following the attack, she set out to close the 100 mile distance, as quick as she could. It took her a little less than a month, at the pace she went at.

Once she had crossed the border, Natasha was taken in by a small village, by a couple, her adopted father being a ex-NCR Ranger, and her mother an ex-boomer that managed to leave the base. They taught her everything she needed to know, from guns, to hand to hand, a hint of explosives, and to top it all the ability to sneak around completely unnoticed. Her fighting style consists of close range spraying, a hint of explosives mixed in, and the ability to ambush someone completely from the shadows, and put a clip of 10mm rounds into them before they can even react.
Weapons:FN P90C (Reference Fallout Tactics), Colt 45 with an extended magazine, and a compensator (Reference Tactics), Combat Knife
Starting Inventory Items:350 10mm rounds (50 currently in the P90), 61 45.ACP rounds (11 loaded into her Colt Pistol), two stimpaks, a bottle of purified water, and a can of Pork and Beans.
Other:

Name: Dimitri Volkov
Age: 25
Gender: Male
SPECIAL: 5, 8, 6, 3, 7, 6, 5.
Personality: Not too chatty around most people. He does make friends easy enough though. He's extremely loyal to you once you have become a good friend though. He hates people that betray his trust though. And he doesn't forgive those who do.
Appearance: Face: 
Armor: 
History: Dimitri was born in Shady Sands. His father was in the military so he was always away, but his mother raised him well until he was 18. When he was 18 he enlisted and was a part of a small group of troopers that were kept in NCR territory while most were sent off to fight the Legion. All he really did was get sent around to kill raiders when he wanted to see the world and discover new things. His dad was killed in the second battle of Hoover Dam, so when he got the chance to leave the military, he did. He went back home to check on his mom, she was sick and the doctors didn't think she was gonna make it. She told him not to worry and to keep doing whatever made him happy. He left, and that was the last he saw of her. He heard she died a week or so after that talk. He used what money he had to buy some armor and weapons and began the long trek to the Mojave Wasteland...
Weapons: .357 Magnum Revolver, Sturdy Caravan Shotgun, Combat Knife.
Starting Inventory Items: Nuka Cola, Purified Water, 2 Sunset Sarsaparilla, Vodka, Noodles, 3 Pork n' Beans, Doctor's Bag, Rad-X, 4 Stimpaks, Weapon Repair Kit, 5 Bobby Pins, NCR Dogtags, Canteen, 200 Caps, Caravan Deck, 50 .357 Rounds, 26 20 Guage Shotgun Shell.
Other: He does NOT have a Russian accent.

I did? I just liked the name Dimitri. Then I looked up cool Russian Surnames. Got that. I think you mean we both have good tastes.

Name:Reno, Bishop
Age:25
Gender:Male
SPECIAL: 5, 7, 5, 4, 6, 7, 5
Personality:He's not a talker by any stretch, and he's much more likely to put a shot into you, before opening his mouth to speak. His life as a gangster in New Reno has made him one scary son of a bitch, willing to do whatever, for something he wants. He's most skilled with firearms, and hates government. His life revolves around power, money, and a nice firearm.
Appearance: fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/264/b/b/fallout_3_fan_art_by_mobocanario-d7zzlmp.jpg aside from the hat, which he doesn't have, this is his standard travelling attire.
History: Reno works for the families of well, New Reno. His name was an odd one really, it was given to him by his jet whore of a mother, who must have looked up at the sign while she was birthing him. He never met his dad, but apparently he was a pimp for a few whores, likely still is, if Reno didn't end up killing him off in his later years. However that would be right where his story begins.

Not having a mom was tough, but it taught the boy something, how to steal, fight, murder, and most of all, make money. When you think about it, it's much easier to beat the shit out of your problems, or extort money out of someone to pay your own needs, ain't it? So that's how he grew up, working with little side gangs, till he hit it big, and ended up working with the Bishop family. Of course he never got past being more than just an expendable killer to them. Though he did get to carry the last name, and that was enough to make him feared among normal people, and hated by other families.

'Course he didn't get too attached, and decided to leave Reno, with permission from the head of the family, to go out to New Vegas, and the Mojave. In short, his goal was simple, make a name for himself out there, and come back a hero to Reno, with plenty of caps, and New Vegas wrapped around his finger. Of course he's got too much a golden heart it seems, and was convinced to help a small group of people, deliver a letter...for some poor sod who got his brains blown out by a New Vegas family. What better way to introduce yourself to the Mojave, than wacking the leader of a New Vegas Family?
Weapons:44.Magnum speed loader, an old world Tommy Gun, and two Molotovs with a lighter.
Starting Inventory Items:44.magnum x48, .45 Caliber ammo x150 (Note these are in three 50 round drum mags), 3 bottles of purified water, a lighter, 200 caps, three cans of beans, and 2 Nuka Colas.
Other:Don't get on his bad side, unless you want a bullet between your eyes.

Natasha entered the outpost, holding her P90 in hand, adjusting her jacket a bit she sighed. She slipped the P90 onto her thigh, into a custom made holster for the weapon. She had come her only as an in between stop from where she had started, and where she was currently going. The younger woman was welcomed openly, due to her jacket, noting an obvious alliance to the NCR, or at least a heavily assumed one. It was obvious by the lack of blood or bullet holes she hadn't stolen it off a corpse. Entering the local bar, she seated herself down, she ordered nothing, just sitting there taking a moment to just breath, and relax.

Dimitri looked over at the girl with the ranger duster then looked back to his drink. "So, rangers finally coming in to help? Guys back home get sick of throwing a bunch of kids at the Legion?" Dimitri asked. While he was definitely fond of NCR people, he hated the government and it's political bullshit.

Dimitri glanced at her then turned back to his drink. "You shoot me you're gonna have the whole outpost out to kill you. How do you think it would look if you killed an NCR veteran? I suggest you calm down. I'm saying things as they are." He took a long swig of his drink then turned to look at her. "I'd recommend you calm down." He reached for his own revolver cautiously.