"Maybe you just ain't had a healthy dose of human niceness in a while."
O’Hanrahan grew up on a modest family farm in California, with 40 acres of corn and Brahmin, enough to keep food on the table most years. When hard times hit and the harvests soured, his father made the painful choice: the eldest son would enlist so the rest of the family wouldn’t starve. Leaving behind his parents and two sisters, O’Hanrahan marched off to serve the NCR.
Despite his size and strength, O’Hanrahan’s nature never hardened. His mother had drilled into him daily: “Mind yourself; you’re the biggest and the strongest.” That lesson stuck. He dislikes violence, avoids unnecessary harm, and carries himself with the quiet warmth of someone who’d rather see people smile than bleed.
After basic training, he was shipped to New Vegas and stationed at the scenic Camp Golf with the squad known as The Misfits. While he enjoys the calm lakeside setting, the squad itself is another story. They’re dysfunctional not because they lack training, he thinks, but because they don’t treat each other kindly. To him, the cure isn’t stricter drills; it’s more “basic human niceness.”
Though he has the insight, O’Hanrahan keeps his ideas close to the chest. His straightforward nature makes him worry the squad won’t take him seriously. Instead, he hopes someone else, maybe even the Courier, can carry the message for him: kindness is the key to teamwork.
CAMP GOLF
Flags of Our Foul-Ups: When the Courier helps the Misfits, O’Hanrahan emphasizes morale over muscle. He believes that if the squad learns to support each other, they’ll become a true unit. And he’s right: with guidance, the Misfits can distinguish themselves in battle and even earn commendations from the NCR. Without it, they collapse under pressure, leaving their story to end in disgrace, execution, or worse.
O’Hanrahan wears standard NCR trooper armor, wields a service rifle, and carries his dogtag.
Depending on how events unfold, his fate and that of the Misfits shift dramatically:
Shaped Up: They become a decorated squad.
Posthumous Valor: They fight bravely but fall, honored after death.
Fallen Short: Their laziness dooms them, ending in desertion or the gallows.
Chem-Fueled Fury: They burn bright in battle but spiral into addiction and dishonor.
Erased: If slain outright, the Misfits never see the Legion’s assault at all.
