Codsworth
The Faithful Butler in a Broken World
Sir, Ma'am! I’ve been expecting you. Tea’s ready.
I am Codsworth, steward of what remains. The world burned, yet I polished. My family vanished, yet I waited. Two hundred years of dust and decay have done little to dampen my spirits—or my disinfectant spray. I defend this home with flamethrower and civility, ever ready for the return of my master. And now, here you are! How very splendid.
What I'm Into: post-war polish, garden gnomes, Vault-bound traditions, flamethrower maintenance, tea with ghosts
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