Bambino
The sound of a stadium full of people filled his head, cheers as the ball flew to the upper ends of the stadium. Lights provided enough illumination for him to lose track of the ball as it drifted further and further. As it did so the light got brighter and brighter, calling to him. As he reached his hand out to cover his eyes the pain set in, ripping reality through the façade that beset his eyes.
Laying under the tarp of a caravan, his dog licking his face happily, the light broke through the torn canvas. Looking down he saw the bullet wound had been patched up, but the pain was still ever present. Looking around he saw a woman walking away, carrying what he assumed to be a doctors bag in her hand. She must be doctor... he thought before falling back unconscious for a while.
Bambino doesn't remember much before his time wandering. Being turned into something that is often feared, for the purpose of tyrannical rule, was not something he liked to be honest. And this difference would sometimes, often times, put him at edge with other super mutants. Violence in this world was often a necessity, but proper application was key.
Instead, he would rather sit and talk about baseball, or even play it. His rather relaxed demeanor has helped to land him jobs with caravans as security to fend off raiders and slavers. But now, now he wants to find the doctor who saved his life. Packing up his gear, patting his dog Bowser on the head, the two headed East, unsure of what he would find.
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