Alexander Waalkz

'Quack'

'Hack-job'

**Early Days**

Alex had always been somewhat of a prodigy, even if he never was the most vocal.

Showing a keen interest in sciences at a early age, he had always been considered the typical nerdy, book-worm type, when he wasn't being sat in front of that holo-tron 3000, avidly feeding into and buying into American propaganda of the Era until the later events in the course of the 'Great War' that would eventually transpire in years to come. At later dates however, and closer to his eventual acceptance in with the U.S. Government off the back of a vault-tec university issued diploma by age eighteen, his views ultimately became conflicted given his life within West Virginia.

With his Father critically injured in a car-crash, and with his mother having lost her job due to automation, despite the horrifying news reports that came from Canadian headlines, along within the remaining commonwealth of even US citizen resistance, they provided a means to an end- a way out of ensured more or less starvation and poverty. At least, for a short while Alex was able to live this lifestyle, moving back and forth between the facility he was assigned too and his home in Lewisburg.

**The Day the World 'Ended'**

*2077 - 2082*

It was such a seemingly normal October day, cold and pleasantly crisp. Leaves were brown, birds singing, sun shining- decorations finally getting put up for one of his more favorite celebrations: Halloween. Nevermind the seemingly endless parading of troops and tanks through the streets blarring through on TV screens as they went rolling through on American roads. It was all a lie- just a power show meant to inspire some form of desperation and hope with a display of  'American might'.

Or the never-ending riots people were taking up with against robots, those seemingly endless hordes of walking, clunking metal always a constant, and taunting reminder of the corporations that seemingly had their fingers in everything, control over seemingly the fabric of the very law and order of way of life in the region at the time. The Current administration seemingly didn't help things either, as they, and those networking corporations all seemed to nod and go along with one another cooperating, instead of standing up for what was right, and from a government Alex considered a mostly 'venerable' and moral... until he began hearing, watching a few snippets of supposed resistance. He was never able to keep up, nor gain much exposure on the topic, often drowning in seas of bother paper and clinical work ups. Most of his time was spent in that facility... and there, ultimately he'd end up staying. Given his status and qualifications within the hierarchy, he was more or less brought to a command center, and in real time, begin to watch the silos around America and China exchange nuclear weapons. He saw everything, the landscapes that were swept away by the blast, the homes topples, the people burned and seared into the earth- the initial panic of imminent demise-

Alex got to take it all in: The End.

***The end of the world.***

It horrified him, to the point it broke something in him. The event left him changed, marked with a change of heart. It was with only bitter determination he pressed on, doing what he could for the soldiers and staff on base, as well as contribute to the quickly growing array of strange technologies and  other experimental oddities.

*'From death, they found new purpose in that irradiated hellscape'.*

A few short years pass... and not much is known within the events of this time frame beyond the survivors of that underground facility... but beyond it ultimately resulted with the man turning up to the surface, and beginning once more anew.

**Life above Ground**

*2082 - 2098*

Life after the bombs dropped was hard, Chaotic and simply a matter of sheer survival against the odds in a twisted and poisoned version of the place that Alex had once called home. It wasn't long for what remained of the original group from the facility to begin falling off in numbers, either abandoning the ranks when the other's weren't looking, or killed off from disease, starvation, or another attack that'd come late in the night. Before he knew what was happening, Alex and his men joined a force of men that, in his own words:

***"Weren't the best bunchesa' fellers to walk the earth, but, they was people."***

It's a topic that he refrains of speaking of, at least, while sober.

**Later Years - Current**

*2099 - 2103*

Alex eventually had a falling out of sorts with the group, and this to, rarely speaks of. Whatever the case, from being spoken too, it clearly left a impression that it's better left dead in the water before speaking to him about such things. A few years down the road however eventually led him to the **'New Responders',** a faction that the man had somewhat mixed feelings for at first- namely given the uniforms really. Now, the man lives amongst thier ranks as but one of many of the crew that aims to provide some form of stability to an already incredibly unstable environment, and find a means to ultimately find a way that they together can formulate to overcome any obstacle.