What is your first FO:NV characters name?

I went with a female by the name of: Vicky 'Point Blank' McGrafe.

female called Cat

I might go with Thessalonious T Tringbingby-Tigertank. Or maybe just Wolfhound. :hubbahubba:

... dike Dastardly of course :mohawk:

I went with a male by the name of "LaGrange Calvert".

(Peter F. Hamilton's Night's Dawn Trilogy reference)

Severian, as an ode to Gene Wolfe's masterpiece, The Book of the New Sun.

I went with Vincent Vega because I love Pulp Fiction and it seems like a good vegas name

Jamison Miller

First Char Male named Jaq X Kings....kinda plain at first sigth, but it does have that royal flush feel to it. I mean come on, we are in Vegas folks!

Achilles Smiles

Richard O'Connor (he was a UK WWII general)

I wasn't feeling particularly creative so I went with "The Lone Courier", a sort of nod to the "nickname" given to the player character of the previous game "The Lone Wanderer"...

Currently have Billy Pilgrim, though may change it to more of a westerner character, like Ethan Edwards or something.

Cochise, just Cochise.

Alice Wakefield - taken from the blonde Patricia Arquette character in Lost Highway. Mainly because of her line. "We gotta go to the desert, baby."

Mea Culpa. And yes, he is a slaver.

I'm gonna name my character Cookies.

Lucien.

Aragorn.

I'm a huge LOTR fan and I usually name my characters after LOTR characters.

Constantine... :shifty:

When I get the game tomorrow

Sally-Anne

lol Great choice of name there Venq.

Miss Bingley, a stealth sniper, named after the evil sister of Mr. Bingley in Pride and Prejudice.

Tale's exercise in CLICHESTORM, draft 2. A thread about names alone seems boring. Have some character framing to go along.

My name is Manion. I won't let it be said that I'm a particularly violent man by nature. I grew up pretty normal. Raised on a farm with my parents, planted some crops. Once I even got an old tractor working. For 20 minutes. When I became free of commitments, I took to wandering. I wanted to see the world. Got a gun, lived off the land, hunted my own food. Dodged the occasional bandit. A courier job seemed perfect for me.

Vegas changes you. For me it was by way of a bullet in the head and a few feet of dirt. Maybe I shouldn't begrudge the guys that did it. They didn't kill me after all, though not for lack of trrying. But that does mean they buried me alive. That thought sticks with me, even if I don't exactly remember it.

Maybe it's the brain damage, but I don't dodge bandits anymore. I've seen the guts of so many men that by this point if I settled down, I could take a job as a surgeon. An exaggeration, but not by much. I've seen men blown apart. I've seen men turn to ash. I've seen heads turned into gooey paste. And more often than not, I saw it happen down the sights of my gun.

I never hurt a man who hadn't hurt someone else first. There's three guys who deserve it more than anyone else. And when I find them, I'm going to do them a kindness. I'm going to show them how to do a job right.

Vegas changed me. Time to return the favor.

A fellow Vonnegutian, I see.

Edit: And my character's name is Fergus Fuddy-Duddy