User:Blutzy93

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Brian Lutz also known as the courier was before the event at Goodsprings was your average package courier for the Mojave Express until the events of october-11-2281 when during a delivery to The Strip I was ambushed by a gang of khans and a man in a checkered suit.

Background
Born around July-15-2251. My origins comes from the sunshine state of california. Raised in a small small village by only my mother. I was the result of a drunken one night stand with my father leaving before it was mom relies that he had in pregnant my mother with me. I was what was a different child in the wastes, compared to everyone else I was much more adventures from searching the remnants of the pre war buildings. I would find myself in what was at this point would be the common accurence of me almost ending up getting myself slaughtered by whatever I ran into. Because of this I learned how to use the 10mm pistol that my dad left behind and that my mother stored away in an old metal box. When I was around ten I found the metal box with the pistol in it along with some other odd items that he had left behind with number on it that I had no idea the meaning behind it. With my pistol by my side I would always end up in the end with a bullet in the head of whoever or whatever I ran into. Besides that I grew pretty normally I guess with my time being occupied by helping my mom out at the farm raising the cattle, thought my older sister Teresa did make my life hell at times, with her constant meddling at times with me at times involving mischief with friend. Besides that I loved her to god. After she turned 18 thought she made a choice in life that would have such a in pack on are lives, she decided to join the NCR, to be involved in something bigger then herself, something that would allow her to help people. On august 8 2266 at age 20 she went on her first tour, this was the tour were she met her future husband Matt serving with her until he received a critical injury to his right leg, resulting in him needing a amputation of his entire right leg and being decommissioned at age 36 at the rank of an NCR Ranger. With Matts leave thought it gave him new opportunities. For the first time he had the chance to help my mother raise his son and my nephew Jeremiah who was the result of a of unprotected sex between them two years before the incident. After that I did not have much contact with her but life moved on. When I turned 18 I decided to leave my home to find a new way of life, a simpler life as a package courier roaming across the wastes delivering packages. Before I started my travels thought my mother wanted me to have something, it was the armored suit that my father left behind and a canteen that had both had inprinted on them the number 13. At the bottom of the box was a letter that was he left behind to explain why he had just up and left. The letter said Jane to this I am very sorry about having to leave like this, we only new each other for a short time but in that time I felt like I never cared for anyone that much before. I know you must think that what I am doing is wrong for leaving you like this with what is most likely you being pregnant with my child but I have many responsibilities at my village as the leader. With this in mind from what I am leaving behind you must be able to know what I am talking about so i’m leaving behind you my armored suit for my child. knowing what the chances are he will but some good use to it like his old man and his great grand papa had before. Knowing this I felt more at peace with my origins but not by much because I had not realized who he was still at all. But besides that I was off, in my travels I have been to Circle Junction, New Reno, Vault City]] and even Fort Abandon before the legion takeover as a courier. At this point it was years since I heard from Teresa so I took up a job to deliver a package to a community living in a place called the divide east of the mojave. After making my way to the mojave I took up a job at the Mojave Express delivery while trying to find my sister until one day I had the misfortune of being in possession of a special package. This package as it ended up containing a important item called the platinum chip and ended up with a shot in the head. I woke up a few days later to be awake in old doc Mitchell's house