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Owen Curtis
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General Information
Date of Birth: 2223
Date of Death: 2279
Location Information
Status Information
Status: Alive
Occupation: Light Infantryman, Wanderer, Homesteader, Commander of the Sons of Liberty
Physical Information
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
I am an American; free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.— Theodore Roosevelt

Owen Curtis was the Sons of Liberty's commander for over twenty years, leading the group to new relevance during the Oregon Brushfire Wars. Although his origins as an Enclave deserter and his losses in battle condemn him to some, Curtis is still beloved by many in the Sons of Liberty for his patriotism, sense of duty, and no-nonsense if rather sour attitude. He is remembered as a hero by any and to others as a misguided if well-intentioned man.


Life Among the Enclave

Hey, what’re you looking at grunt? Want to say something?— Frank Horrigan

Born on Control Station Enclave in 2223 to Janice and Thad Curtis, Owen Curtis was their third child. Technicians, the Curtises were consigned to the boring work on assisting in repairs on the Oil Rig. While Janice had always planned on being a technician, Thad was forced into the role after he was injured while training to become part of the Enclave's heavy infantry, which made him feel unfulfilled and unhappy. Thad projected this frustration onto all of his children but particularly towards Owen due to his seemingly more ready will to obey. Thad encouraged Owen to join the military and hoped he would do so unlike his older siblings.

Feeling awkward and alone in his early teenage years, Owen looked for validation from his father by being as patriotic as possible, berating his siblings for being "weak", and joining the military at the age of sixteen. After becoming one of the light infantry and being transferred to Navarro in 2240 on glorified guard duty, Owen would finally learn that things were not quite as they seemed.

The "horrible mutants" Owen had heard so much about were actually just regular people like everyone he had known in the Enclave. This caused Owen to become conflicted as he still wanted America to return to its former glory but saw killing the mainland "primitives" as unnecessary and cruel. Hearing horror stories about what had happened at Mariposa and Vault 13 from other Enclave soldiers, Owen kept trying to keep these seditious feelings to himself, kept in line by the blistering Sergeant Dornan. Owen confided with other soldiers about his doubts but was called a pussy in response and told to "man up", as sympathy for mutants could not be tolerated. In fact, the only reason Owen was not reported for his borderline sedition was that he only confided to those that considered him a friend and did not want to cause him trouble.

Owen finally snapped upon seeing Secret Service agent Frank Horrigan returning from a mission bragging about killing an entire family. With that, Owen became determined that he had to leave somehow. His father had been wrong, and blindly following his superiors was not something Owen was willing to do anymore. However, Owen's reasons for leaving were not entirely selfless, also feeling that being put on guard duty wasted any potential he had.

Owen got an opportunity in 2241, soon after his eighteenth birthday. He and some other Enclave soldiers were sent to a small outpost near San Francisco. There, Owen took his chance. Secretly bringing his combat armor, weapons, and other supplies with him, Owen spent a week trying to slip away from his fellow soldiers. He finally succeeded in escaping his fellow Enclave soldiers to Chinatown, making his way to the Flying Dragon 8 and making a run for it north, hiding out in an abandoned shipping crate to avoid prying eyes fora bit. The other Enclave soldiers assumed Owen had been killed by the various hazards near San Francisco and simply chalked him up as missing in action, not as a deserter like he really was.

On the Lam in New California

Ughh, what happened last night? Things have been getting crazy since leaving the Rig, I’ve got to be better...— Owen Curtis

After figuring that out, Owen did not know what to do with himself. He still wanted to bring America back somehow, someway, but the Enclave was not the right answer. Owen then resolved to wander until he found someone or something that could revive America (or at least his dream of it). He considered heading to the NCR which he had heard about vaguely, but shelved that thought for the moment. What Owen needed to do was equip himself to go into the wasteland.

Doubling back to Chinatown, Owen went to stock up on supplies and learn more information about this new world he was exploring. He adapted quickly, quickly losing his bias towards mainlanders by seeing that they could be just as scummy or as generous as those on the Oil Rig. Selling many of the combat chems he had brought with him from Navarro for caps, Owen first went to Red 888 Guns to buy another weapon to compliment his Wattz 2000 laser rifle. After extensive haggling with Mai Da Chiang who insulted Owen but eventually let up, Owen bought a fancy M72 Gauss rifle and some ammo. A short stop at the Flying Dragon 8 later to get food and water, and Owen headed out of San Francisco, around Golden Gate and its Hubologists. Peacefully passing through the ruins of Oakland, Owen walked north into the wastes. From his Enclave education and rough knowledge of geography, Owen knew he was headed into the Pacific Northwest.

The road north was fraught with dangers such as raiders, press gangers, geckos, and super mutants. Well-armored and armed with energy weapons, Owen was still hard pressed to defend himself and mostly tried to avoid hazards. Owen was grievously wounded from taking a ripper to his shoulder in an encounter with some overconfident press gangers that he killed in late 2241, and he was forced to take refuge in a cave. Having sold his stimpaks in San Francisco, Owen tried to patch himself up but was unsuccessful. Owen decided to go on anyways and look for medicine or a doctor to the north.

Owen soon found himself near Redding after some more limping north and headed into the town, gripping his shoulder. He managed to find a doctor after some inquiry, "Painless" Doc Johnson, and managed to get his shoulder patched up in no time. Before leaving, Owen asked the doctor about the area. Doc Johnson, not very willing to talk, instead directed Owen to the Malemute Saloon for his answers.

Walking over to the saloon, Owen entered and attracted quite a bit of attention with his combat armor and gauss rifle. Assuming Owen was some high-tech merc, the other patrons of the saloon soon enough turned back to their drinks. Owen took a seat at the bar and started his night by ordering some booze. That was all he remembered of that night.

The next morning Owen woke up in a bed with several naked women, a couple of empty bottles of booze, and a wicked hangover. It had not been Owen's first taste of alcohol, but it had certainly been his hardest hitting. Slapping on his combat armor and weapons, Owen tipped his helmet to the women inside and tottered back towards the Malemute Saloon's bar.

Coming out behind the saloon's bar and the bartender Louise, Owen complemented Louise's appearance and asked about the previous night. Louise, both offended and a little flattered, recounted what had happened: after drinking himself into the floor, Owen had gone on a bender, yelled something about "the Enclave", and rented a room and a couple of hookers too. He was down more than $200. Not as bad as I thought, he pondered. After some more conversation, Owen finally remembered the reason he had come to Malemute in the first place and asked about the area around Redding. With some coaxing, Louise told Owen about many places including the almost utopian (or dystopian) Vault City, the safe haven for drug and slave trading known as the Den, the small trapping town of Klamath Falls, the tribal village of Arroyo, and the forbidding expanse to the north.

Owen thought that over and thanked the barkeep for her time. Walking out of the saloon, Owen considered his options. Vault City sounded like a nice place but what if it turned out just like where he came from? The land to the north sounded like the place to go, a land ripe for discovery.

Walking out of Redding, Owen soon came upon a gathering of people north of town. Fanatics. They were gathered around listening to some traveling preacher, brandishing a Bible and barking fiery words, speaking of an Exodus north to escape the Jet fiends and sinners of the south. As Owen walked by the gathered congregation, the preacher pointed a finger at him and asked if he had accepted Jesus Christ into his heart. Still recovering from his hangover and only a somewhat familiar grasp of the concept of Christianity, Owen mumbled some inarticulate words under his breath.

With that, the preacher darted through the crowd, took hold of Owen, and gave him a speech that would transform his life. The preacher told Owen many things, of God, of humanity, and of mutation. The preacher seemed to understand Owen's feeling of alienation and isolation, and he appealed to that. Owen had never been a religious man, but this dynamic preacher was making him reconsider. The speech made Owen also reconsider his own path forward. He remembered the hard path from San Fran to Redding and thought of the potential dangers that awaited him to the north. After some more talking from the preacher, Owen demurely asked if he could join the congregation on their journey north. The preacher cracked a huge smile and agreed, welcoming Owen into his flock and introducing himself as Brother Graham. Owen felt like he was a part of something once again.

The Trek to Willamette

That Bible was a gift, Owen! You don’t need to return it at all. Keep it and read it whenever you like. I hope it does you some good.— Brother Graham

The journey north was indeed harsh but not without its perks. Being the most well-armed member of Brother Graham's flock, Owen was soon put in charge of the protection of the congregation. Owen helped guide them north, having brought a pre-War map of the United States of America with him from the Oil Rig. On the way north from Redding, Owen killed numerous tribals and mutated wildlife. However, even after doing all that good for the congregation, they did not really like Owen due to his rather hostile personality, and he did not talk to them. The only person he really talked to was Brother Graham, mostly about God and Owen's past. Eventually, convinced of his convictions, Brother Graham gave Owen his own Bible, made pre-War. The little Bible became one of Owen's treasured possessions even though he did not read it often.

Two weeks after leaving leaving Redding, the traveling congregation entered their first town in Cascadia, Grant's Pass. Once a thriving agricultural community, Grant's Pass was now controlled by slavers aligned with the Den, preying on Oregon tribals and drifters going north. Owen was disgusted by the behavior of the slavers, from their labor exploitation to their abuse of the weak. He was ready to gun the slavers down at any provocation, but Brother Graham calmed him, assuring Owen that they would only be staying in the town for a day or so. Owen met this with half-hearted grumbling as he put most of his equipment in the inn the congregation stayed.

As Owen was wandering the streets of Grant's Pass at dusk before going to bed, he heard screams coming from an alleyway. Owen peered in the alleyway and was greeted by the unwelcome sight of a young slave woman being chased by a group of slavers. The slave woman pleaded for Owen's help and without hesitation, he came to her rescue. Housting up his Wattz 2000 laser rifle, Owen made the slavers stop in their tracks. Owen, with gritted teeth, asked if the woman was for sale. When one of the slavers answered no, Owen took aim at the slaver and asked again, this time louder. The slavers, cowardly as they were, instantly changed their tune and gave a price. Owen paid them with visible disgust and escorted the slave woman back to the inn. After saying some comforting words and telling her she was free, Owen tucked the woman into his own bed and slept on the floor. As he tucked her in, Owen noticed for the first time the woman had a prominent facial scar.

Owen was awoken in the middle of the night by Brother Graham and was told that they had to leave due to requests from the town's slaver residents. Groggily getting up and getting his equipment together, Owen shook the (now free) slave women awake and explained the situation. The women broke down in tears, blaming herself for what happened. Owen laughed at that, stating that an inconvenience did not equivocate to a person's freedom. The woman did not seem to see it that way and continued to blame herself for inconveniencing the traveling congregation. Owen, after a lot more talking, persuaded her to come with the congregation and to leave Grant's Pass.

Leaving Grant's Pass in the dead of night, the congregation continued on their way north. On the road, Owen Curtis talked extensively with the slave-woman he had freed. It took time, but he managed to learn more about her. Her name was Sara, and she was originally from a homestead further north in Cascadia. Her family's homestead had been destroyed by slavers, and Sara been enslaved and later taken to Grant's Pass to be sold. There, she had suffered for a year and a half. One of the slavers had cut Sara's face so she "could never forget him". She never did.

Owen contemplated this and tried to comfort Sara in all the ways he could. He slept with her once, but regretted it afterwards, feeling as if he had exploited her vulnerability. Owen wondered what it would be like to lose everything like Sara had and considered whether he had done the right thing leaving the Enclave and his family behind. He liked the traveling congregation, but they did fulfill his need for a purpose. Confiding with Brother Graham about these thoughts, Owen was told that he should follow his heart, as suppressing his feelings would not bode well for anyone.

Outwardly, Owen kept up his hard-ass appearance even as he felt inner turmoil. Sara became more and more independent as time went on, making Owen feel less guilty about sleeping with her. The travelling congregation continued north, stopping in the ruins of Eugene before continuing north to Portland.

In the ruins of Eugene, the congregation set up camp and rested for a couple of days, wary of nearby tribals. Owen and Sara explored the ruins of the city themselves and found several artifacts. They also encountered a couple of feral ghouls who Owen easily dispatched.

When they returned to their camp, the two celebrated their success. This concerned Brother Graham, who felt their "relationship" was getting too intimate. He approached Owen and told him his concerns. This angered Owen, and he tried to berate the preacher for his words. Instead, Owen was shocked when Brother Graham ripped into him for his past and present transgressions. This hurt Owen deeply but again made him reconsider his options as he went off to sleep.

The congregation continued north with Owen becoming more and more troubled as he went. Owen tried to reconcile with Brother Graham, but his efforts only yielded lukewarm results. Even Sara seemed more distant from Owen. As the congregation got further north through Cascadia, they were attacked increasingly often by Oregon tribals. This wore Owen out greatly. They entered Willamette Valley in early 2242 and were soon greeted by a Sons of Liberty patrol policing their border. Owen was impressed by the Sons' organization and the wealth of their land but regarded their language and equipment as "quaint". The congregation continued on through NAP Territory.

As the congregation continued north, Owen became more and more interested in the Sons of Liberty. Every time he passed one of their homesteads or townships, he saw an Old World American flag flying on the flagpole. Their community seemed to be very tranquil, free, and secure. This gave Owen some hope that a new better America could emerge after all, though not from the brutality of the Enclave.

However, it took a discussion with some wizened old homesteaders to finally make Owen see the Sons of Liberty's full worth. The congregation was making a stop before heading for Portland near a friendly homestead. The couple living there were very hospitable and were all too accepting of Owen's questions. The couple told Owen of the Sons of Liberty journey from Martha's Gulch, their taming of the land, and their subsequent war with the cannibalistic tribal inhabitants. They also told Owen about the Sons' philosophy of free speech, American values, and minimal government. That sold Owen and after good nights sleep and a day to think it over, he decided he wanted to put down roots with the Sons of Liberty and try to find purpose with them.

Brother Graham was relieved that Owen could finally find purpose and hopefully stop being so temperamental. The rest of the congregation were even more relieved that the moody soldier would be leaving, as some of them feared that one day he might turn his gun on them. This was irregardless of the fact he had almost single-handedly protected them all the way from Redding. Owen leaving was especially hard on Sara, who learned of his decision before he could tell her himself. Sara was heart-broken at the thought Owen might leave the congregation and flew at him the next time she saw him, pelting him with insults and curses. Owen was very surprised by this and left in shock with Sara screaming after him. Afterward, Owen walked away from the congregation forever and walked into his life with the Sons of Liberty. He thought of Sara often in those early days but put her to the back of his mind as time went on, wanting, no needing, to forget to go on.

Owen Curtis took his equipment, walked to the elderly couple's homestead, and asked him how he could obtain some land in NAP Territory so as to join the Sons of Liberty. The couple told him that you had to buy land in NAP Territory and the best place to buy land would be in Oregon City, the largest settlement in the area. He headed east to Oregon City to buy some land. While on his way to Oregon City, Owen learned of the Sons of Liberty's war with the cannibalistic Oregon tribals. This only strengthened Owen's desire to join the group as he drew parallels between the current war and pre-War America's concept of Manifest Destiny. Upon his arrival in Oregon City, Owen Curtis went around town to search for someone who would be willing to sell land. Owen Curtis made a large impression on the town with his advanced equipment and stories of his adventures down south.

On his third day in Oregon City, Owen was sitting in a bar with some Sons of Liberty talking about his journey north. A stranger interrupted Owen's conversation and asked him if he wanted to play a game. Confident from days of encouragement and approval, Owen recklessly agreed to play the stranger's game before asking him what it was. The stranger informed Owen that he would learn soon.

It turned out the game was four-player Russian Roulette with poisoned drinks. The gist of it was that each time you drank you had to put a bet into the pot towards the players. If you died, the equipment you did not bet would be taken by the bar. Owen, true to his word, participated in the game five rounds, never breaking a sweat and impressing many present. In the game, Owen won a Pip-Boy lingual enhancer, a copy of The Lavender Flower, a doctor's bag, three Stealth Boys, a pair of rubber boots, a fuzzy painting, and some jars of biogel. Before Owen could go for a sixth round, the Sons of Liberty present left to mount a defense against a tribal raiding party. Owen gathered up his winnings and continued looking for someone to sell land to him.

He searched for a couple of days. Owen eventually found what he was looking for in a store owner named Irene who owned quite a stretch of land near Mount Hood. Irene was impressed by Owen's time in Oregon City and decided to sell him land. Soon enough, Owen had bought some land and was on his way to claim it. As a land-owning person in NAP Territory, he was officially part of the Sons of Liberty. However, he was not immediately accepted.

Settling Down

What do you mean I can’t build an outhouse? It’s on my land, I can do what I want!— Owen Curtis

Owen built a cabin in the wilderness and set up a home for himself for most of February 2242. He set up a camp for himself and began to greet his neighbors including Blue Paul, Faith May, and a few others. They remained suspicious of Owen Curtis as an outsider and all refused to talk to him except Faith May, who gave Owen some tea. Owen took a week or so to build a log cabin and a little garden. However, after he began to relax, Owen began to contemplate his decisions relating to the Enclave and Sara. He could not sleep.

Trying to getting his mind off the past, Owen looked into the Sons of Liberty's conflict with the cannibalistic tribals of the Willamette Valley. He saw that the Sons of Liberty were struggling to defeat the Oregon tribals and unable to combat the tribals' superior guerrilla tactics. So, after Owen got comfortable in his new home, he decided to offer his services to the Sons of Liberty knowing that his tactical knowledge learned from this time on the Oil Rig might be useful. Owen went to Oregon City and directly offered his services to the commander of the Sons of Liberty, Joe Montana, as an aide. Commander Montana had heard of Owen's antics a couple of weeks previously and was curious about him. He listened to Owen's overture but felt like the man was overselling his own worth and refused his offer of help. So, Montana turned down Owen's offer but instead asked if he might join him in fighting the Oregon tribals soon. Owen considered that and said "perhaps". After that, Owen left Oregon City and returned to his homestead.

There, Owen tended his garden, hunted, and continued expanding his homestead. Owen earned a love of the pre-War singer Marty Robbins at this time from the radio that would prevail for the rest of his life. At one point, Owen accidentally built an outhouse on Blue Paul's property who promptly blew it up with C-4. Owen just about shot Paul after that but luckily was waylayed by Faith May. Faith explained to Owen the strict property rights laws in NAP Territory and how he had violated it. Owen returned to his home steaming and talking about "how these people are crazy" but after a while, he cooled down. He decided to make another request to aid Joe Montana but assumed it might just make the commander angry.

Owen's luck was about to turn however. Between Owen's first and second request, the Oregon tribals had gone on the offensive and began burning more homesteads near Oregon City. Montana was now willing to let Owen try even though he was still skeptical of Owen's motivations and where he obtained this training in tactics.

Nonetheless, Owen was taken in by Montana and made an aide. Implementing anti-insurgency tactics against the Oregon tribals, Owen soon helped the Sons of Liberty reverse the tribals' recent gains and even attack. He also fought alongside the men, inspiring many with his advanced armor and weaponry. Owen really only killed two tribals personally during his time in the war but had a profound effect in the wider context of the war.

Commander Montana used Owen's anti-insurgency tactics to great effect in a battle near Salem, destroying almost an entire tribe that had been trying to ambush him. That signaled that the war was finally coming to a close. Owen was happy at this but was disappointed to be excluded from the peace talks with the tribals in April, instead spending his time lounging around in Oregon City. Owen initially felt he had been snubbed but then reminded himself to be humble, as virtue Brother Graham had often taught. So he bit his tongue and let Commander Montana have his moment.

In July 2242, the war between the Sons of Liberty and the Oregon tribals of the Willamette River Valley ended. Owen Curtis informed Joe Montana he would be returning to his new homestead, expecting to be left at peace to read his Bible and manage his garden. He would live a quiet, sober existence. However, word of his service in the war and his exploits to the south had spread across NAP Territory and soon Owen was receiving visitors every other day. Owen, surprised by the attention people were giving to him, took advantage of the publicity, spreading his personal ideals of patriotism and spirituality to his visitors while also telling them stories of pre-War America. Owen did this innocently enough, in his mind at least. One of these visitors, a caravaner, informed Owen of the destruction of the Oil Rig in 2243 which he was visibly upset by. However, he got past the loss and worked to put aside his personal history with the Enclave.

This stream of visitors soon turned into a loyal following for Owen Curtis. They were fascinated by Owen's ideas about religion and pre-War America since they only had vague knowledge of America before the war. In the years after the end of the war with the tribals, Owen's following gained increasing traction with many of Owen's followers building homes nearby his own. Owen became the leader of a small new community to the grief of his immediate neighbors. This new community built a church in 2248, the first in NAP Territory. By then, the influence of Owen's new conservative moment had spread beyond his immediate followers and had even permeated Oregon City. Supporters of Owen began adopting his ideals and beliefs as their own, feeling comforted by their imitation of pre-War America.

However, this greatly alarmed the current commander Joe Montana who had seen Owen's beliefs as "antiquated but harmless" when he was an aide. He now saw Owen as a threat to the stability of NAP Territory. However, in the 2250's NAP Territory continued to prosper in the wake of the peace with the tribals with increased trade and crop yields. So, Commander Montana did not rock the boat and allowed Owen to live in peace. That was a grave mistake for Montana.

A Rising Star

I believe from the bottom of my heart that you destroy this nation with your bluster. This is not America, this is not the Enclave, what do I need to tell you to convince you of that? If you repeat the mistakes of the past, we will all die.— Commander Joe Montana

By 2253, Owen Curtis's influence could felt in every corner of the Sons of Liberty throughout NAP Territory. His followers' new religious and patriotic tendencies were beginning to clash with their neighbors, some secular, some neopagan, some pedophilic, some anarchic. Commander Montana tried to resolve these conflicts quietly between the various homesteads but it soon became apparent that he would have to confront Owen directly.

So, Commander Montana decided to make a spectacle out of it. In mid 2253, called together a meeting among all important members of the Sons of Liberty at Oregon City to decide their future, choosing between Owen and Commander Montana's separate visions. Owen Curtis was unprepared for a debate and was completely surprised by Commander Montana's newfound hostility. He had considered Montana somewhat of a friend after his time as an aide and was taken aback. However, Owen did soon manage to compose himself and retort back.

Montana's first main point was related to Owen's embrace of the "Dead American Dream" over the Sons of Liberty's brand of libertarianism. The commander pleaded to the men present not to succumb to Owen's "poisonous nostalgia" and to remain loyal to the Sons of Liberty's founding principles. Considering this, Owen Curtis responded with a speech reminding the Sons of Liberty of their roots in the idea of America and their potential in America's future. This speech won many of the Sons of Liberty over, who also drew the connection to their own history. Alarmed by losing so early, Montana pulled his trump card: he revealed Owen's true origins, his time with the Enclave. He even brought forth members of the travelling congregation to testify against Owen. Then, Montana accused Owen of sedition and attempting to destroy the Sons of Liberty from the inside out.

Owen Curtis responded with what would be his most famous speech. He admitted to his connections to the Enclave and came clean on everything, telling the assembled Sons of Liberty his origins. He spoke of his various experiences and how they had led to him joining the Sons of Liberty, seeing in them a spark of hope that could "carry on the flame of American exceptionalism". He worded it quite differently, but that was the gist of it. All the while Owen wondered what had ever happened to Brother Graham or Sara after more than a decade.

Owen's impromptu speech won over the masses to Montana's dismay. The commander, flabbergasted at the perceived "betrayal", protested that Owen was a spy and tearing apart the Sons from the inside out. However, after a couple of minutes of rambling, Joe Montana was finally forced to concede defeat to Owen since he had nothing substantive more to say. So, he called the meeting to end and was seen drinking for the next days.

After the debate, Owen Curtis's star continued to rise as Commander Montana retreated into seclusion. It seemed as if no one really cared about Owen's Enclave origins. Owen was toasted and dined at about every house in Oregon City by the end of 2253. There were some people even clamoring for Owen to become commander and recreate his vision of "America". Owen Curtis quickly put down these calls to arms, not really wanting to cause trouble. He only even gone to Montana's meeting out of duty and defended himself to save face. Owen did not want to really take power but it seemed an inevitability, as many in the Sons of Liberty called for him to become commander through force. Instead, Owen said he would wait until the position of commander was left open before he made any moves.

As time went on and he turned thirty, Owen began to realize that although he was surrounded by loyal followers, he was still without companionship. He had not had a "proper" relationship since Sara. So beginning in 2254, Owen began courting women to find a wife to live out his days with. Many women threw themselves at Owen, but he was unable to find a woman that could "satisfy his needs". At the same time, Owen struggled to manage the growing community around his homestead. He even bought land from his frustrated neighbors, though Blue Paul refused any buyout. Owen's pursuit of love ended in 2256 with him going after a young woman named Paulette who rejected him after a year-long courtship for being too shallow. This once again put Owen in a state of contemplation, though this time not about ethics but about his own attitude. That occupied Owen for about a month, and his absence from public life harmed the community he had nurtured around his homestead. Owen soon saw this and realized he could not just withdraw himself anymore. He was his own man, but Owen felt his calling was to aid the Sons of Liberty in rebuilding his vision of America. It was his duty, the ideal he could hold onto after knowing the Enclave was destroyed.

Commander Montana, now a beaten dog, lived on for a couple more years to see NAP Territory become more and more reminiscent of America before the bombs fell. This distressed Montana, who sometimes visited Owen to talk. Montana told Owen that he was only repeating old mistakes and faster at that. Owen saw the commander as a traitor to him and barely listened to him. There was a small smidgen of doubt in Owen's mind, but he denied Montana's words and continued his work.

NAP Territory was changing and so was Owen. Now nursing a little community, Owen had to repeatedly step up and become more of a leader. He rarely left this little community after his debate with Montana in Oregon City for a while. That was until 2259, when word came from Oregon City that Commander Joe Montana had died and an election for the new commander was being held. Owen Curtis was comfortably elected commander to little fanfare. Owen was now Commander Curtis.

Commander Curtis

We need to continue on, weather can’t stop us. We need to get this food out, or hundreds of women and children will die.— Commander Owen Curtis

Curtis soon set up a command center in his homestead to serve his needs as commander, specifically in an unused farmhouse. Numerous radios, terminals, and generators were installed in the command center, and Curtis also designated a "war room" to center his work every day. Commander Curtis paid for all of the equipment out of his own pocket, but many Sons of Liberty saw the expenses as a waste versus just moving to Oregon City.

For the next years, Curtis proved his worth as a commander using his command center to watch over NAP Territory and maintain order. The job was taxing but rewarding. Curtis finally managed to get a wife in 2260 when he courted a shy technician in his command center, Jill Marley. He even took her to see the Mutant Circus that was passing through in the fall. They married in small ceremony in the winter of 2260. Owen and Jill only had a short time to celebrate before they had to keep an eye on the fighting to the south in Oregon. They hoped it did not spill north. The fighting soon passed though, and things returned to normal.

That was until the Crop Rot came in 2261. Crops withered and died everywhere in the Willamette River Valley, not just in NAP Territory. Even Owen's coordinated efforts to save the Sons of Liberty's crops were for naught, as most of the different homesteaders refused to cooperate. Commander Curtis struggled to hold together NAP Territory while also placating the Oregon tribals still knocking at their doorstep. It was far too stressful for one man, and Jill was very concerned over his health. She eventually persuaded him to take a short break in October and let his aides deal with the problems.

In December 2261, while Curtis was getting back to work, disaster struck again. Raiders based out of Portland, sensing weakness in the Sons of Liberty, attacked many homesteads in western NAP Territory. Commander Curtis quickly mobilized a force and went to repel the raiders. Battles took place outside Oregon City and on the shores of the Willamette River, all victories for the Sons of Liberty. The raiders were unprepared for such organized resistance and crumbled against the counterattack. Commander Curtis himself disintegrated the raider gang's leader as he ran away.

This did not help the Sons of Liberty's dire situation much however. The raiders had burned or looted many storehouses during their raid, worsening the already harsh food shortage for the Sons of Liberty. Starvation crept into NAP Territory and began tearing apart the region apart, homestead by homestead. Commander Curtis found it increasingly difficult to stay in contact with the rest of the NAP Territory due to the hazardous weather. However, the reports Curtis did get were just horrendous: cannibalism, civil disorder, and widespread stealing. Commander Curtis found these stories hard to believe but still decided in January 2262 to take direct action. Curtis rounded up a posse of Sons and gathered resources to hand out to the starving masses to help stabilize NAP Territory.

The experience Commander Curtis had that winter was nothing short of horrifying. First, the commander and his posse arrived at Oregon City. Oregon City was stable but still grateful for some of Curtis's supplies. The Sons' individual homesteads were a whole other story. Every other homestead seemed to be a nightmare waiting for the posse, between cannibalism and familial betrayal. Curtis handed out supplies where he could and "put down" any cannibals he found. The posse suffered mercifully few casualties with the biggest loss being a brahmin cart being stolen. He and his posse were however held up at a distant homestead near the commander's own curiously populated by ghouls. These ghouls were particularly vicious and yielded numerous casualties among the posse before being "put down". After further investigation, Commander Curtis discovered that the "ghouls" he had just fought were simply emaciated people gone insane from isolation brought on by the winter. The commander burned the homestead subsequently and continued distributing his aid.

This went on throughout the winter into early 2262. Curtis's "heavy-handed methods" were heavy criticized by many in Oregon City though no one made any moves against the commander, and he continued his aid efforts while destroying the Crop Rot. The winter ended in February, and Commander Curtis finally returned to his homestead to coordinate the rebuilding effort. He sat in his command center for weeks on end, negotiating deals between different parties for sales of lumber, food, and supplies. This was all while Curtis monitored the NCR's Operation:RED TRAIL to the south. At first, Curtis had been ambivalent to the NCR's moves to the south, remembering them as a rather benevolent group when he was in the Core Region. He was growing more and more suspicious of the NCR's intentions as they went further north, clashing with tribals and locals as they went. However, Commander Curtis kept that off his mind while he focused on rebuilding NAP Territory and repelling increasingly intense tribal raids.

Commander Curtis delivered NAP Territory and the Sons of Liberty from the brink of disaster in 2262, gaining further love from his people. Curtis did not feel very loved at that point though, as he was having marital trouble due to his taxing work ethic and his callous disregard for his wife's desire to have children. This already stressful time was only worsened by two events: the formation of the Oregon Confederacy and the Brushfire War. Both of these events rattled Curtis but what really effected him was seeing the NCR utilize vertibirds during the Brushfire War. This made Owen conclude that the NCR had overrun Navarro and taken their vertibirds. This brought back a stream of painful memories for Curtis that he could only confront with anger towards the NCR. However, instead of acting overly rash, Commander Curtis simply made an address warning of the NCR's expansionism, bureaucracy, and most importantly, military and telling the Sons of Liberty to avoid them when possible. The address was well received but rang rather hollow as war seemed already on the horizon whether Curtis liked it or not.

After this episode, Curtis briefly returned to his homestead to cool down and confided much of his feelings and emotions to his wife. After that, Curtis immersed himself in his work once again. However, soon enough Curtis was to confront the remnants of the NCR left over from the Brushfire War: Stern's Raiders. They had attacked a party of NCR pioneers going over the Bridge of the Gods and taken a wealthy member of the party hostage. Curtis did not personally meet with the Raiders but still radioed commands from his command center to his subordinates at the Bridge of the Gods to watch over the situation. He had seen what the NCR was capable of and did not want to provoke the wrath of the Bear. The Raiders and the Sons had an uneasy standoff as they waited for the ransom to arrive from NCR. When the ransom arrived with a caravan, Stern's Raiders turned north and Commander Curtis had a sigh of relief.

The incident with Stern's Raiders only made many in the Sons of Liberty more certain conflict with NCR was on the horizon. The Sons of Liberty gathered arms, scouted out the situation to the south, and built up their defenses. They were going to be prepared as possible. Commander Curtis did not direct this but simply watched and worried. Could the the Sons of Liberty even dream to hope to stand up NCR firepower? He did not know, but he also knew he could not stop the inevitable. So, he at least tried to delay it until the Sons of Liberty were ready. He remembered how "overprepared" the Enclave always though it was and "chuckled". What would old Frank think of me now? A war was coming, even if Curtis thought it would be the end of him.

In the following years, Commander Curtis heard stories about the various exploits of Stern's Raiders throughout Cascadia and marveled. He also established relations with the Oregon Confederacy in 2265 to try to prepare and first met Chief Kill-a-Ton. Curtis was suspicious but slightly impressed by the tribal and his record against his enemies. He had missed most of the Sons of Liberty's war with the the Oregon tribals but he had heard of Kill-a-Ton's role in the role and seen what the chief had left in his wake. The two were not hostile towards one another but never did have much of a warm relationship.

In late 2266, as Commander Curtis was finally trying to have some relaxation time with his wife, did duty call once again. Apparently, a coalition was being put together in a meeting in Portland to oppose NCR expansion and the Sons of Liberty had been invited to help with the coalition's formation. Curtis insisted on going to the meeting himself to see what kind of coalition Stern's Raiders had scraped together. He was surprised to see a rather large and diverse group show up, representing many different groups in Cascadia. So, Curtis and the other representatives from the Sons of Liberty decided to join the newly-coined Northwestern Alliance. On his way back on brahmin cart to NAP Territory, Curtis pondered his decision and discussed it with a younger Son of Liberty present: Jeanine Park.

Commander Curtis subsequently returned to NAP Territory and announced the alliance with anti-NCR forces to the jubilation of the populace. They mobilized as Curtis watched furtively. The Sons of Liberty had not gone to war in almost a generation, and Curtis was worried that the youth of his group were too eager to jump into another one. Nevertheless, Commander Curtis prepared himself for war as well, determined to lead the Sons of Liberty even as he grew old. Curtis dusted off his old combat armor and weapons obtained from the Enclave and gave them a new paintjob, something he should of done years ago. This work took Curtis away from public life again briefly, concerning his wife. Jill tried to convince Curtis to be less single-minded about things but he ignored her once again until he finished his work. She tried to bring Curtis closer while he was a home but was unable, leaving her frustrated and angry at him.

The War of the Northwestern Alliance

So you used to be part of the Enclave? I used to be part of the New California Republic. I guess disillusionment with nations isn’t that unique, huh?— Captain Jakob Stern

In 2267, word came that the war between the NCR and the Northwestern Alliance had begun at Fort Eugene. Commander Curtis quickly whirled into action, forming a Sons of Liberty detachment to aid the Northwestern Alliance. This detachment was made up of "city slickers" from bigger settlements, farmers from smaller communities, and survivalists from homesteads. Commander Curtis would try to hold together this group and lead it against the NCR for the next couple of years.

The War of the Northwestern Alliance would be the most taxing event of Owen Curtis's life and ultimately define his legacy. Commander Curtis and his detachment fought many different enemies in those years, ranging from NCR troopers to Badlander warbands to eventually FNA militias. He saw successes at Fort Eugene and Morden and failure at Crater Lake. His war record was depressingly average, as his skills learned from the Enclave long ago were not applicable to these new enemies. However, he still managed to lead his forces from the front in the field, a feat in itself for a man so old.

Commander Curtis's relationships, good and bad, with his allies during the war were also important. Three notable friends Curtis made during the war were Dean "Bean" Larson and Jeanine Park, two members of his detachment, and Jakob Stern, leader of Stern's Raiders. Curtis appreciated Dean's humor and especially liked Jeanine's intelligence in conversation. There were rumors that Curtis and Park were more than friends but in reality, Curtis was sleeping with other women, not Park, behind his wife's back. Many Sons of Liberty frowned on this but saw it as their commander's "needs" and tried not to talk about it. Curtis's relationships with "bedmates" were coy at best or otherwise nonexistent. Curtis's friendship with Stern was mostly communicated through letters, as the two were intensely curious about one another's lives after initially meeting and talking, deciding to write each other afterwards. Stern wrote Curtis talking about NCR and Stern's Raiders while Curtis wrote Stern talking about the Enclave and the Sons of Liberty. These letters were occasionally intercepted by NCR spies and used for nefarious purposes. However, Stern and Curtis did not know this and maintained their friendship for more than a year until Jakob Stern's death at Fort Eugene.

Inside the Northwestern Alliance, Curtis only had two major rivals: Chief Kill-a-Ton or the Oregon Confederacy and Clyde Everett of the Free Army. Commander Curtis regarded both of them as far too savage and hoped to temper them. However, he did not regard the disparate homesteaders of Oregon as much better and did not want to fuel the "civilized versus savage" divide within the Northwestern Alliance, so Curtis tried to humor them. This did not work out predictably and by 2270, things had gone south.

The failure of the Cascadian Convention, the formation of the Free Northwestern Army, and the Battle of Black Peak signaled the end of the war, even as Curtis tried to fight on. Commander Curtis had tried to fight on in Oregon to the bitter end, even after hearing of an attack on NAP Territory by FNA forces. Curtis was determined to not stray from his duty to his Northwestern Alliance allies, even as his men began to doubt him and the Alliance's continued existence. Some deserted. Curtis finally saw the futility of the war when news of Black Peak hit and decided he had made a mistake. With that, Curtis and his Sons of Liberty detachment returned north to NAP Territory in winter 2270.

After losing the war and returning home in shame, Commander Curtis felt as if his life was very close to ending and should, as he now regarded himself as an irresponsible leader that risked the lives of his own men for his "honor". He lived for nine more years but would spend those years weary and ready for Death's embrace. He had seen too many things in the war and was just exhausted with life. His wife did not appreciate this.

Final Years

Curtis had great vision, but the war broke him. He was never able to recover, and that’s why NAP Territory is in such bad condition today. If he had any sense left, he would have known I was his successor. He would have defended me.— Commander Jeanine Park

Commander Curtis spent his last years fending off FNA attacks, making up for his mistakes in the war, and once again helping the Sons of Liberty weather some bad growing seasons. At the same time, Curtis groomed Jeanine Park as his successor, seeing her as the military and administrative leader the Sons of Liberty needed. However after her loss at the Bridge of the Gods to the FNA in 2278, Park threw Curtis under the metaphorical bus and the two fell out. Then, Curtis felt alone and tired.

Commander Curtis again personally led a detachment to take the Bridge of the Gods from the FNA in December 2278 and succeeded in taking the bridge, only to soon hear of an attack in southern NAP Territory by the FNA and Badlanders. He went south and did what he knew, war.

Another theater of the Cascadian Civil War, the war in southern NAP Territory was a bloody affair with both sides fighting savagely. Commander Curtis managed to see the dissonance between his moral words and his immoral actions and began to worry for his eternal soul, taking to reading his Bible between battles. He wished he could apologize to the people he loved, his family, Sara, Jeanine, Jill, but decided that would be pointless anyway, as God would be his true judge. The Owen Curtis of 2279 was not the vibrant energetic man who came to NAP Territory in 2242 but a hollow man who had given all he could give for the cause he had believed in.

So it was no small relief to the man when he finally died in 2279 during a firefight against the FNA. Gunfire tore open Curtis's body armor and into his abdomen, killing him pretty much instantaneously. He was quickly dragged back to friendly lines and operated on. It was no use.

Owen Curtis's death was news throughout Cascadia. He had been the longstanding leader of the Sons of Liberty and a major figure in the Northwestern Alliance. The news of his death was especially hard for the Sons, as his tireless work had held together the group for the last twenty tumultuous years, and no one really could hope to replace him.

Owen's funeral was a quiet affair as he had wished. Owen was buried behind his homestead and on his tombstone is transcribed a Biblical verse he selected:

Pay careful attention to yourselves and to all the flock, in which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to care for the church of God, which he obtained with his own blood.— Acts 20:28


Owen Curtis was a man in need of purpose in life, and because of his Enclave background, he dedicated his life to the higher ideals of pre-War America. He was a lover of freedom, patriotism, and women. He was not that social or charismatic, but Curtis could be pretty convincing when he wanted to get his point across. His lack of sociability extended to his relationships, with most of them being distant or disastrous. Owen’s friends and partners have mixed opinions of him on the whole, especially the women in his life.


The appearance of Owen Curtis was always rather unremarkable. People always told him that he looked older than his age, even when he was in his late teens. Owen had sandy-colored hair, brown hair, and a very drawn out face, with the skin looking almost pulled tight on his skull. He was fit throughout most of his life though he became rather gaunt later in life due to a lack of concern over his appearance or physique.


Owen Curtis's equipment was a great boon to him over the years. In the Enclave, he had access to an abundance of high tech weapons and armor. That was reduced over time as Owen sold most of his Enclave year, but Owen always made sure to have better quality weapons than most other people. He mainly favored a laser pistol or a H&K CAWS. Owen’s armor has always been some variant of combat armor, but the exact pieces changed several times with him drawing on each one of the them the symbol of the Sons of Liberty, a snake.



On one side stands the Enclave. Utterly technologically superior but morally bankrupt at the same time. Meanwhile, the Sons of Liberty are truthfully rather technologically primitive but still consistent to their principles, unwieldy as they may be. That is why I never considered going back. They’d shoot me anyways, what’d be the point?— Owen Curtis


Ah Curtis; I’ve heard a great deal about this man. Everyone and their uncle calling him the next Washington or something. Let me tell you, he’s not Washington, he’s not even a Lincoln. Commander Curtis and his band of merry Boy Scouts are just a bunch of halfwit civic nationalists who are too afraid of their own shadows to give credit to who really built this country. Hint hint: it wasn't the invisible hand, it was white men.Heinrich


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