Where Anyone is Possible
John McDonough was born on September 3rd 2261, in a little shack on the waterfront on the outskirts of Vault 81 and downtown Boston. His mother, a woman named Martha McDonough, and his father Patrick McDonough, and his brother Guy, were all the family he had. They weren't perfect. His father was a fisherman, and his brother was just a typical big brother. Shoved rotten tatoes down his shirt and slapped his back for fun.. For a long time, John had felt out of place in his family. He had blonde hair and was skinny, while his father and brother were dark haired, and were rather curvy. When he was about four, the family decided to pack up and move to Diamond City permanently.
Life was hard to adjust to. Playing in the water just got him yelled at by security, and he didn't mix well with the local children. The only real comfort he found was hanging around a group of older kids, and the occasional evenings when he would sneak out of bed to spy on the synth his parents had warned him so much about.
As he grew older, and drifted further from his family, he'd discovered the sweet nursing that chems gave to soothe his riddled mind. It was funny how quickly his parents turned from scolding him for visiting that synth, to paying the synth to drag him all the way home after the multiple attempts he made at running away.
While he lived the life of luxury (if you can call vomiting your breakfast after too much jet a luxury), his brother took on the life of politics. Guy had been a smooth talker like John was, except it was different. Guy had gotten the idea that picking on ghouls would look favorably among the rich, and before John could blink, Guy was elected Mayor of Diamond City.
That day, when he confronted his brother, the man stood looking down on the city as people who they called neighbor grabbed ghoul families and their kids, to toss them to the ruins. "I did it John. It's all mine." He said, and smiled at John in a hideous way, that John didn't recognize. It wouldn't be until ten years later that he'd find out his only brother was an Institute spy.. A synth.. But, it was the moment John knew he had to leave.
He had been sneaking off to Goodneighbor for years, and knew the safest ways to go without getting into trouble. He gave what advice he could to the families he got in contact with, but eventually, some just disappeared. Whether they were killed, or turned feral, or just vanished, John still couldn't stomach that it was his brother's fault. For about a year, he spent his life as a drifter in Goodneighbor, doing what he could to survive. Mostly, he serviced men and women in exchange for chems and caps, and whatever extra food he had, he shared with those that were laying in the cold dirt beside him..
At the time, Goodneighbor was run by raiders, a particularly nasty one named Vic.. Those that had homes were lucky enough to lock their doors whenever the raiders decided they wanted to play with their toys, but others weren't so lucky.. It was one afternoon that a drifter finally said something, and Vic smashed their head open on the road like a can of cram. What bothered John the most from that was that they didn't do a damn thing about it, including himself.
Wallowing in his own self-pity, he wandered into the statehouse with a chem he'd been saving for longer than he wanted to admit. It was an experimental radiation drug, with only one hit. It was the only one of its kind left, and he was going to use it. He knew when he took it that one of two things would happen; he would either die, or spend the rest of his days as a ghoul. His name wasn't on Death's list, unfortunately.
When he awoke, after days of severe vomiting, the loss of his nose, sloughing off skin, and other horrendous side effects that came with radiation poisoning like that, he saw a set of clothes in front of him that just.. called to him. No, they didn't speak, but he knew it was what he needed. He put on the shirt, the vest, the coat and the hat, and the pants that were three sizes too big for him (the flag he used as a makeshift belt helped), and killed John McDonough, taking on the name John Hancock instead.
He ganged up with the people of Goodneighbor that had struggled under Vic's reign. They stockpiled weapons, and prepared for the ultimate surprise attack, that ended with Vic dangling over the balcony of the Statehouse by a noose. The people cried out for a speech, and the coat that John wore brought out words in him, that felt so good on the lips, and to the ears of every person in Goodneighbor.
"Of the people, for the people."
A Change for Mankind
(Canonical divergence starts here)
It was in 2289 that John resigned from being a mayor, after over ten years of hard work. With the help of the Sole Survivor, Goodneighbor had clean running water, and the biggest caravan movement that had been seen in over a hundred years. Even better that an alliance had been forged with Bunker Hill, conjoining the settlements together into one beautiful enormous place that people could call home. The Institute was gone, and the remnants of the Railroad, that ran purely on volunteers, was incredibly successful in keeping synths safe. After so many years of hard work, and loyalty, John felt it was time to retire, and gave the position to the most unlikely person to pick, a synth that went by the name of Danse. If you asked Danse, he'd tell you that John made him Mayor to piss him off, but really, John knew that the person who thought they were the worst contender usually made them the best. The city was thriving, and everything seemed perfect.
But that wasn't the full picture.
Behind the scenes, John had been working with Victor Frankenstein to find a cure for ghoulism for multiple reasons. He'd wanted to reverse the very sickness that plagued so many people to the point of being seen as less than a normal person. It wasn't anyone's fault that they were a ghoul (unless you were John), and with being a ghoul came the risk that one day you would become a feral.
At the time, he had volunteered himself as a living guinea pig for Victor, but the word had spread to the Maiden Mercenary Company, and they were unhappy about that. One in particular, a woman by Dr. Engel, was so intent, she kidnapped John's second in command, Edward Deegan, and mutilated him while experimenting for the cure. When John and Victor found out about it, they were furious. Engel however, had the upperhand, and collared Victor with a bomb collar.
For weeks, John and Victor went back and forth on what to do, since the bomb collar couldn't be removed, and Deegan was still trapped in prison. After making a false promise of staying away from Victor and Engel, John decided he was going to free his friend one way or another. He dropped in a tip to the Brotherhood of Steel, that there were supplies at Engel's base. This resulted in a massacre, and the ultimate falling of the Brotherhood of Steel, although Edward Deegan was rescued and John had obtained information for the cure.
It didn't stop there. Because of John's actions not only to the base, but to Engel's brother Klaus, Engel tortured Victor to the point of revealing who had sent the attack, and then mutilated John and Flare (the head of Maiden Company) in retaliation. John was left scarred, missing a testicle, and tattooed with the word COWARD on his head in big black letters, as well as collared just as cruelly as Victor was. To make things worse, John was sold as a slave.
In the nick of time, before he was to be sold to Caesar's Legion, Victor saved the day, and John was freed. The Engel's were gone, and John was left with the cure at his disposal. But upon looking back in time at everything he'd done, he really wondered if he was any better than he was when he took the cure. He had the courage to ask for the cure because he was comfortable in his skin again, but now? He didn't like himself, and he had lost trust of many on his own stupidity. He took the cure out into the Commonwealth, sharing the information with doctors, and giving the medicine to every ghoul he came in contact with, except for himself, but.. Maybe one day.
If you plan on traveling with John, you should know by now that he walks a very thin line of what's right and what's wrong. On one end, he is a vicious chem dealer that isn't afraid to get his hands dirty, but on the other hand he is a defender of the poor and innocent because he was one of them once upon a time. He supports cruelty to those that deserve it, but despises those that are greedy when someone needs help.
Hancock is pansexual, and is currently in an open relationship with a beautiful girl named Wanda Wilson. Sorry ladies, his heart has been stolen.
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♪ Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby. ♫
♪ There's a slick town, Barnaby. ♫
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