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Hello/Howdy/Aloha/Hola/etc. I am Eric Dopp, The Ever Ruler to newbies, TER to acronym affiliates, Ever to most, Zombie/Roughskin/Shuffler/Not-so-smoothskin to a few, and Mister Dopp to a certain Swede.

But you can just call me Ever, there's another Eric here and I have an affinity for originality... and I really love the sound of Ever... and using ellipsis.

The only place this information will be relevant is if you see me on chat (highly likely) or deem to play with me online (not-as likely). I like to pretend to be a ghoul solely because of originality and because it's kinda fun. As such, I might either call you a smoothskin, or a smoothie. Other than that, here's the rest of me.

User Info This user is rather knowledgeable about Fallout: 3 and will try and answer, while in chat, any questions the wiki cannot This user is more knowledgeable about Fallout: New Vegas and will try and answer, while in chat, any questions the wiki cannot This user is American, hales from Michigan, Eastern Time Zone This user plays primarily on the Xbox 360. His gamertag is the same as his username This user edits, chats and otherwise kicks ass on a PC This user really really really... really loves science This user is Goku approved! This user is CRONOS approved! This user is Mercenary/Invictus approved.

You have been given The title of "Apprentice". Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. For competing in the 1st season of Fallout: Apprentice! "Semper Invictus" 13:45, October 27, 2012 (UTC)

Apparently some smoothskins wanted me to join a challenge... they even acted in typical House fashion by sending a securitron to do their dirty work by relaying the message, a wise man had once told me... "can judge a man by his messengers... sometimes the messengers judge him". Nah just kidding... well... actually, no I wasn't, I was speaking in Half-truths. User:Yes-Man really did relay a message that he wanted me to join the challenge on his own volition when User:Journeyman Vickers had dropped out, and Ulysses actually did tell me that. Erm- I mean he told the Courier who's Pip-boy I had eavesdropped on for a brief time. The challenge was Nukapedia's own Fallout: Apprentice challenge run by User:Agent c where users would compete by creating ideas surrounding challenges developed for Fallout to be filled out in our wiki's format here. Though I dropped out due to things like starting college and a work shift error against my favor, it was also with the acceptance that I probably wouldn't have made it anywhere near the finals. The other competitors fought well and they fought motivated, leaving this ghoul spectating and straining to keep up.

In case you wanted to know more about myself, here ya are

I love TVTropes.com and know quite a good deal of tropes off the top of my head. Some users have even asked me to glance over their writing ideas, so if you have one I will gladly read it.

I really liked the Halo, Borderlands, Battlefield and Grand Theft Auto series. No complaints about anything about them.

I think Guitar Hero, Rock Band, Call of Duty and Assassins' Creed were better before they overproduced themselves, although I didn't give ACIII or Revelations a shot yet I still think my wallet would've preferred them released farther apart.

I know a little bit about The Elder Scrolls and enjoy playing them after being introduced with Oblivion. The same story with how I got into Fallout with Fallout: 3, except I know a whole lot more about Fallout.

I like music for the individual song more than the genre that ranges any time span. I'm not really involved politically/economically/religiously anymore. But if I were to pick, Mixed/Unsure/Atheist in that order.

I'm a self-professed Nerd and I got a 5/5 on my Advanced Placement Bio exam. 4/5 on my Psych, and 3s and 4s on the rest: US and European History, Macro and Microeconomics, Chemistry and Geography

I'm currently in college and I'm majoring in Biology (right now)

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• The Order of the Pigeon wants to update this. Like I said, I have been convinced to leave you alone. Consider yourself spared.Also, I'M FIRST! ^{"Hail to the Pigeon!"} 04:29, October 25, 2012 (UTC)
• Oldworldblues42 02:17, April 2, 2012 (UTC) First ;)
• Personally, I would love to call all here my friend.. Call me Saint, call me Pain or call me by my real name Casper. I'm friendly like that. SaintPain→ That was broke afore I got here." 05:06, October 19, 2012 (UTC)
• Like I said, one does not simply walk into user pages.. ^{"Game's rigged from the start."}
• lolk --Our jimmies are eternal; none can rustle the triumvirate. (talk) 05:08, December 25, 2012 (UTC)
• CC 04:27, June 26, 2012 (UTC)
• Eden2012. Happy to shake this muties hand. -- 07:03, October 7, 2012 (UTC)
• Honestly Ever, it's has been amazing meeting you, and I enjoy every-time we cross each-others path in chat. Your a great guy...well, for a damn ghoul...but anyways..Yours Always; -- ^{"This is my road, you'll walk it as I say"} 10:08, October 9, 2012 (UTC)
• Ghoul, you're a stubborn old coot, but you've got a big gun and you aren't afraid to use it. Give me another job soon, * fist-bump * ^{"Semper Invictus"} 02:20, December 14, 2012 (UTC)
• ^{"Editing With Triple S Technology!"} 6:45, October 19, 2012 (UTC)
• Hi, You would call me new --Downtown D.C (talk) 23:37, December 23, 2012 (UTC)
• Quaere Verum! My friend.--Ant2242 (talk)
• This page is too complicated. I won't sign. Agent c (talk)
• Hi. I figured it out. :P NixxLotus (talk)

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	Character Ever "The Ever Ruler"
	Biography race Control Ghoul gender Male affiliation Self The Aware Statistics SPECIAL 3ST, 5PE, 4EN, 9CH, 7IN, 4AG, 6LK (Without Implants) 6ST, 7PE, 7EN, 10CH, 8IN, 6AG, 7LK (With Implants) tag skills Medicine Science Repair Guns traits Four Eyes Small Frame Chem Resistant Fast Metabolism (trait) perks Friend of the Night Hunter (perk) Intense Training () Rapid Reload Retention Swift Learner () Comprehension Educated Entomologist Rad Child Travel Light Demolition Expert () Gunslinger Hand Loader Lead Belly The Professional Toughness Vigilant Recycler Commando Living Anatomy Pack Rat Quick Draw Rad Resistance Scrounger Strong Back Terrifying Presence Finesse Math Wrath Mister Sandman Nerd Rage! Plasma Spaz Hit the Deck Long Haul Piercing Strike Robotics Expert Silent Running Sniper Center of Mass Chemist Action Boy Better Criticals Chem Resistant (perk) level 80

User Info This user invented stimpaks... you're welcome This user has himself some badass shades This user is a fanatic of the R91 and M199 assault rifles and can tell the difference between the two This user knows a lot about power armor and has gone so far as to devise his own... This user is very familiar with ghouls This user is a bit too familiar with the Forced Evolution Virus This user has resorted to hiring Talon Company mercenaries on occasions to recon the Capital Wasteland for him This user has a weakness for Nuka-Cola and is furious at Goalie Ledoux for failing him This user is a bit too familiar with the Cloud This user has aligned himself with many tribals, and is well known and feared as the marching skeleton This user is a wearer of a Pip-Boy and knows how it works inside and out This user has fought with the forces of Canada, and has come out victorious... so far This user is aware of the NCR and is both disappointed with and impressed by their efforts thus far This user has heard about the Legion's actions in the Southwest and wishes only Caesar any harm This user was born in the United States of America, Midwest Commonwealth, but thinks nothing of it This user knows Robert House and thinks he's suffering a nasty case of Old World Blues This user is familiar with the Midwest Brotherhood of Steel and is on friendly terms with their successors This user is wary of the Capital Wasteland Civil War and knows a few Outcasts himself amongst his ranks This user knows about Lyons' new Brotherhood and thinks they've become over-zealous This user knows about the Followers of the Apocalypse and wishes everyone were like them... so that no one would need them This user knows enough about the Enclave to know not to mess with them

My name is Ever. It wasn't always this name. I used to go by the title Dr. Eric Dopp, CEO of the Med-Tek corporation. But like my current name... this name wasn't always so grandiose.

I had lived a modest life, learning as much as I found interesting and did all that I would do under my own volition. I would grow up with failing eye vision and an unpopular opinion so all that I could do really... was listen.

Out of everything I ever listened to, three words stood out amongst the rest, "You have cancer." Little did history know at the time, that I was the going to be the last one to hear that as a death sentence. I underwent chemotherapy... I underwent hours of surgery... and when it was over, I made sure... I'd never have to go back.

I had entered remission, a state where the cancer's growth wasn't deadly and because of it, my time was lengthened. I did not sit around and wait for it to come back. Like a man possessed I did what would later be described by others as a "personal vendetta against cancer", something that many able men before me could not say... and many others not so able... and especially those who were no longer able to live...

I went to work immediately. I quit from my humble engineering job to take up medicine. But I did one thing different, I studied pathogens, radiology and genetics. I spent years trying to determine just what exactly made cancer what it is... what exactly prevented the body from weeding it out like it does with so many other tumors every single day.

Eventually, I had found it. I identified exactly how and when the body would stop recognizing parts of the body that grew out of control, under the guise that it was beneficial to the whole.

This achievement earned me appraise and attention from all across the world, as if I had saved it from the cancer that was infected it. I was even supposed to receive a Nobel Peace Prize for my treatment as well. I never received that medal... international relations prevented me from the Nobel awards from being handed out... ever again.

I realized then... that which I had just figured out how to see.

I saw cancer. But this cancer... was not inside of me... it was all around me. After all those years trying to find something so small that effected so much of my self... did I finally see it... affecting everyone.

Mankind, as it would be seen... had grown out of control. This homeostasis had been strained for decades but only now... was it finally killing its host. Its host... that we all rely on. Emergent properties of humanity, what we call sociology, politics, economics... were nothing more than simple properties of a single organism, multiplied to a larger scale to accommodate us all.

And this scale was one that I... could not handle.

Though I would later go on to found the world's most productive and successful medicine corporation to abate this cancer... to use its proceeds and profits to prevent what is now reality. Eventually I had no choice... we... had no choice.

The Cancer had grown too much... it had grown too far. Killing it was our only option, as feeding it was no longer possible and to starve it without retaliation... was not a choice. But it was reality. As humans, our emergent properties erected illusions to justify this inevitable conclusion. What we know as prejudice, racism, nationalism, patriotism... all of these were nothing more than fallacies to provide every individual with the scapegoat they needed... to ignore the responsibility they had in leading to their last mistake.

They had prepared for wars. Small incisions to cut out chunks of the other in hopes that only they would persevere. These wars would be fueled by the motivation of those participating in it... all their motivation constructed by their illusions of reality.

This motivation would lead one nation, my nation, above all others in terms of what could be called, prosperity and survivability. When the time came when we could finally avert the cancer... where we could feed it just a bit more and give ourselves more time to control ourselves... the illusions persisted.

It is then I realized the final truth of the world. The final axiom of man. Cancer was not so much in our growth... it was in our inability to discern between what was hazardous... and what was beneficial. Our inability... our blindness to contributing factors... our... ignorance. All of them a result from one thing... one simple thing that I had been doing all my life and that too many of us had not...

Listened

Through their own reality they lived... and through the real one, others died. Through their suffering came their voice... muffled out by those in positions of "power". Overshadowed, over weighted, over generalized. Those people, who had only two ears... had to cater to the voices of millions.

Their focus aiming at their own needs and the illusion of the nation as a shape on a globe... merely exasperated this truth and solidified my options.

It had become apparent that the world was entering a dangerous mindset much like the self-destructive patient. So... I took matters into my own hands... against all "legality" that could be called that at the time, against all ethics that too... were nothing but laws as strong as the paper they were written on.

I saw that man needed an edge to survive. Not to the inevitable chemotherapy of thermonuclear war or the small incisions of war... but their own cancerous tendencies...

The human condition

I had realized I had to do something to make them see reality... whether they liked it or fucking not. I would keep them alive... through thick and thicker, through the hell they endured with the hope that it'll be better once they're gone... and then never let that happen. Just to make them see what exactly happened as a result of humanity's mistakes. I would make cancer known... I would make it seen... I would make it combated in any way I could.

As it would be, nationalism... the biggest illusion at the time, would become my greatest adversary. A Cancer's unique attempt to wipe out the other parts of it that it perceived to be the true cancer.

What would later be called the New Plague was a hiccup. An attempt by China, another organized region of cancer, to better themselves. It would later incite the other governments of the world to look into my research to bolster man's immunity. One that was inevitably taken by what was later known as The Enclave and given to West-Tek to form the Pan-Immunity Virion Project.

This hiccup gave rise to the incorrectly designated Forced Evolutionary Virus or FEV. What it really was... was a delinquent version of my Limit 115. A gross mutation and misshaping of it to their own end and their own will. A will, that I would. Not. Allow.

In the end I ensured that they would not spread this... treatment. That humanity's acquired immunity would prevail... without my help... or not.

After it all, my work went unnoticed... its effects never truly realized nor understood. Its legacy however... was forever. Humanity would never know without me telling them... that there was a reason humanity did not die from the radiation of the war, the same radiation that had easily killed them in times past.

I had invented what would later be called ghoulism. I released the strain shortly before the war in the midst of the New Plague and it went entirely unnoticed. Mimicking its symptoms without mimicking its results. Vaccinating them from both it... and any derivatives of it.

So when the war finally came... when the vats of the so-called FEV broke open and infected the air... humanity did not transform from it where insects and reptiles had. It would go without notice, that I had saved humanity from itself. I had saved it from the carelessness of its former protectors, from its weapons and tools so haphazardly used and disposed of.

I would go unsung throughout my ongoing history. I would be branded a zombie, a shuffler, a rotten old man who should've died from the radiation that caused me. In some regards, they're right. Had I not tried to do what I have done... FEV might not have even happened... my ghoulism wouldn't have been needed.

The same is true in all medicine. Sometimes it isn't needed, the body can handle itself with enough rest and nourishment. All I can hope for is that my treatment... my ghoulism, at least helps humanity recover from its remission. But also... so that it never gets it again.

In the long run... I won't be here anymore. One can say I did it all for myself... I did it for the one thing that life worth living, the one thing that will be around even when I'm not... even when they too aren't around either. Everything I have done, everything I do... I do for Ever.

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You have been given a new pet cyberdog. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Treat her well and she'll protect you with her life. Skål!

Her name is Shivers. One of the first things man did with cybernetics when it was discovered was not just for use as prosthetic limbs... but also on the limbs of their faithful canine companions as well. After meeting this little cyber-husky in Vault 66 (The cybernetics vault) I can see why. She's just a little too cute and perhaps a bit too clever... but she's been keeping me company ever since.

You have been given a Rabid Wanamingo. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Yeah, seriously, I think it's got ten forms of diseases including rabies and hypothermia. Keep him anyways. -- DeathclawAlpha 03:01, February 21, 2012 (UTC)

Oh this nasty bugger. Yeah this thing was one of the many crazy things that the government corporation, West-Tek, made in their laboratories using FEV for their same goal of creating a genetically engineered army. You won't see these things anywhere anymore. Not alive anyway. The only way I have it is as a preserved trophy that creeps me the fuck out.

You have been given your very own Yao guai. Your efforts and diligence have not gone unnoticed, and you have been given a small token of appreciation. Congratulations on 1,000 edits! -- User:The Nuclear King (talk)

This thing is another prime example of just how ghoulism affected the world. Like other mammals, the ghoulism seemed to have affected them similar to the humans it was intended for. It made their hair fall out, made them more resilient to the harsh environment and long-living. Before you get smart... I'd like to point out that there was at least one of these around before the war much like its ghoulified human counterparts.