Fallout RP OOC

[Fiery Firefly]

War… war never changes…

Arizona… the 48th state of the United States. From the expanses of desert and pine forests, to the tall majestic mountains it was quite a sight to behold. Many across the United States were drawn to the state, for whatever reason, and settled there. By the year 2077, Arizona became one of the most populous areas of the country.

And then the Great War happened.

Arizona was the location of many prime military targets, and as such it was not spared from China’s nuclear assault on the country. As it was in every other area, the results were devastating. The great pine forests turned into a grey mass of dead husks that once called themselves trees. Animals perished, and those that managed to survive, mutated into former shells of themselves. The great city of Phoenix, was reduced to complete rubble in hours, and the other cities of Arizona also succumbed to either nuclear fire or fallout. The region became nothing more than an empty radioactive desert.

But there was still hope. The Vaults.

The Vault systems were created by the Enclave and were presented to the public as fallout shelters that could sustain a large population. Right before the war began, the lucky were locked away into the vaults, and were saved from nuclear fire.

But the vaults had a secret, one that was deadly for many vaults. The Enclave did not create them to shelter the population, it was to do social experiments.

There were 10 vaults located in Arizona. 9 of them either eventually opened their doors, and tried to tame the wasteland, or the vault’s experiment failed, leading to the deaths of the vault dwellers.
The last vault was Vault 32, located in the East Valley. Vault 32’s “social experiment” was that the vault was built much smaller than the others, and was meant to study the effects of overpopulation. Somehow against all odds, Vault 32 survived for over 150 years, through strict reproduction protocols.

By the 2250s the Overseer began to see the Vault only had enough genetic diversity to last only another generation, possibly 2, before inbreeding happened. He handpicked several Vault dwellers, ranging from the late teens to the early 20s, to be trained in weapons and survival skills. The training lasted 2 years, and in 2255, the Vault dwellers left the safety of the Vault. Their mission: find a new home for Vault 32.

It will not be easy though. The tribes and towns of the Arizona Wasteland, are extremely belligerent and are constantly at war with each other. And to make matters worse, each tribe and town is slowly being absorbed into Caesar’s Legion, a society in Northern Arizona, based off of the Roman Empire. They move closer and closer South, and are just reaching the East Valley when Vault 32 is opened.

Character Profiles:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio:

SPECIAL: . You have 25 SPECIAL points that can be distributed over the 7 letters. S is Strength, P is Perception, E is Endurance C is Charisma I is Intelligence A is Agility and L is Luck. These are the rankings (from Fallout New Vegas) fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout:_New_Vegas_SPECIAL#Ranks_of_SPECIALThese really won’t give an advantage or disadvantage to your character, its just to help with building personality and skills and stuff.

Tag Skills: You have 3 tag skills. These are simply what your characters main expertise is in. Yet again no real advantage or disadvantage, so pick what you think fits your character best.
List of skills: fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout:_New_Vegas_skills#List_of_skills

So my characters' profiles will go up when I have the time to write them up.

[lovely corte]

Name: Benjamin J. Crescents

Age: 23.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Benjamin is thin, and gaunt, even for someone as well-fed as he. He has the pale skin of a sheltered Vault Dweller on comparison to someone of the Wastelands. His hair is shaggy, and curls around his face, black and rough.

His fingers are slightly calloused from hard work, and his fingertips are bruised slightly. His face stands out in stark comparison due to the red in his cheek, and the red in his ears which stick out. His nose is slightly crooked, and he has a slightly Rat-esque face.

He wears, to fit in with the Wasteland he is to answer, a navy blue shirt, with black pants, covered with knee-pads from the Vault Security Armor. Over this, he wears a white, pristine labcoat, and a pre-war baseball cap. He carries a holster for a pistol, and a combat knife.

Personality: Benjamin is shy, and not to brave, both socially and in terms of fighting. He was always the intellectual, always the smart one, always the one deep in his books and deep in his studies. He is always prepared, and always the strategist. He is funny, and humorous, although it is hard to break through his shell, especially girls.

Bio: Benjamin was born in the Vault, much like the others. His father was a security official, until retiring to take care of their child, whilst their mother worked as the head of medicine, whom Benjamin took after both physically, mentally and psychologically. Ever since the age of five, he always wanted to visit the outside world, and also to become a Doctor.

So at the age of twenty three, after signing on after going through survival courses, he continued his courses as a medical officer to sign on as the medic for the group.

S: 2
P: 2
E: 2
C: 2
I: 7.
A: 3
L: 7.

Medicine, Science, Survival.


Name: Phrike of the Hounds

Age: 37.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Phrike is large, tall and built like a machine, with hardened muscles and a chiseled body definition. His skin is covered in a tan complexion with a farmer's tan along his forearms, legs, thighs and forehead.

His eyes are blue, with the left one now grey from blindness. Said left eye has a scar running down the eyelid, and his left-arm has flamer burns, peeled back red skin. His body is covered in Biblical tattoos and scars.

He wears a woolen, red, mud-splattered piece of cloth. It is two bits of cloth sewn together, with holes for his arms and head. He wears a combat vest over it, and the rest of the dress is that of a Veteran Legionary. He wears a woolen hood, with biker's goggles and a face-wrap to keep out the winds and dirt.

Personality: Phrike is a hard-man, built from years of devoted war and hard consequences. He believes that a man stands as an individual, and also as a part of a legion. He is intelligent, and smart, and if not a bit perverted in a humorous way, built from years inside a Legion that sought only the depravity of man.

He is a devoted Christian, having inherited it from the parents he no longer has, and hides it, as well as his biblical tattoos, just to make sure that no-one in his Legion will judge him.

Bio: Phrike was a former member of a Tribe that has long since lost its name to the marching feet of the Legion, stampeding through their land. He was a teenager, really, by the time that his Tribe had been fighting them, and before they assimilated into the Legion after their defeat. He was an accomplished fighter then, a brawler and a warrior at heart, both with ranged and melee, and earned his place and a name of respect among the other warriors for his people, and for those in his Tribe.

He marched upon the enemy, Tribe after Tribe, always in the Vanguard, never with remorse. He'd cut down anyman, and would kill them all if it meant a place of glory for his Tribe, although his intentions now have soured. With age, and with the rank of an Officer, he has turned to education, becoming smarter, more intellectual, learning, leading, teaching a brutal fighting force how not to stray from a scalpel back to a hammer.

S: 7.
P: 1.
E: 1.
C: 1.
I: 7.
A: 1.
L: 7.

I hope a Legion character is alright. I just wanted him there, just in case.

ALSO THIS IS THE SHIT. I'M ALSO SHIT AT MATHS. FUCK THAT SPECIAL SHIT.

[Frahnkenshteen]

Name: Albert C. Breach

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Al's build is slightly muscular, but not overtly so. His muscle is somewhat soft, the type that comes from trying to achieve a muscly build, as opposed to the type that comes naturally from hard work or fighting. He is a fairly tall 5' 11, but many of the of the other Vault Dwellers tower over him.
His skin is very smooth and unmarked, the result of years of spending time reading, as opposed to the hard labor the other Vault Dwellers are often put through. His face shows the stubble of unsuccessfully attempting to grow facial hair. His eyes are a dark brown, similar in shade to instant coffee, with his hair being a similar color. He is also prematurely balding, something which he covers up with a stereotypical, wide-brimmed cowboy hat.
Al typically wears the standard vault-dweller gear, though he wears his prized brown long-coat over it in private.

Personality: Al tries very hard to be a typical action hero, something which he fails miserably at most of the time. He tries to juggle this with being "the funny guy", often making strange jokes that no one other than him really get. Beneath his goofy exterior, however, he is very idealistic, a result of the adventure fiction he has enjoyed throughout his life. His likes are holotapes, books, and very large guns. His dislikes are work, having to wait, and garbage cans.He was voted "Most Likely to Shoot Himself in the Foot" in the Vault Yearbook.

Bio: Al was always a bit... odd. From an early age, he didn't like the monotony that was life in the vault. As a result, he threw himself into fiction. Books, basic computer games, holotapes, he absorbed anything that provided a break from his dull life in the Vault. His favorites were always cowboy movies, a world where men were men, problems were black and white, and one could wear cow-skin vests without ridicule. Because of this, he has longed for a more exciting life, one outside of the Vault. He was chosen as the primary gun for the group as, despite his goofy nature, he is a crack shot who has spent many an hour in the Vault's range. It also got him to stop pestering the Overseer for the opportunity.

S:5
P:2
E:5
C:2
I:3
A:2
L:6

Tag Skills: Guns, Unarmed, and Survival

[lovely corte]

AlChestBreach, you magnificent little cunt.

[Fiery Firefly]

... Your character is so... un-Corte like, Corte. But you need to redistribute your points for the Legion character. Its 25 points total, spread over 7 letters. But both of them are in if you fix that. Same with yours Frahnkenschteen, minus the score adjusting (I love your name and the movie it comes from)



As I said I'll get to work on my profiles soon. I just came home for the holidays, so I'm a bit busy.

[lovely corte]

I suck with maths, that's my only problem. That was like the hardest part for me.

Also, youtube AlChestBreach.

[Adlai Stevenson]

Name: Taza Goldwater

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: Taza's relatively small for his age, standing a few inches less than six feet and weighing in around one hundred fifty-something pounds (he'd always been the chubby kid, in his younger years). His boyish face is youthful, but sharp and angular, his features and darker skin tone (in comparison to most Vault residents, that is) indicative of his ancient Native American heritage, or what's left of it. His eyes and hair are notable contrasts from his skin color, a light cerulean blue and a feathery, corn husk blonde, respectively. He tends to keep his hair in a manageably unkempt style, as difficult about haircuts as child.

Personality: Taza is very much the soft-spoken sort, generally reserved and withdrawn, not that he has all that much to say about anything. He's got a very timid demeanor and can become easily flustered when under pressure, with little faith in his own abilities. Although he tries to keep to himself, he is very passive in the prevalent issues and conflicting politics of the Wasteland, as most Vault-dwellers tend to be. He lives for two things: his friends and his books, and his knowledge of these two subjects is the one skill he's confident enough about.
Taza is very much the people pleaser, and will go to great lengths to keep the peace. He's most reluctant to resort to violence of any sort, unless in self-defense, although he recognizes the things in life worth fighting for. Many called the boy a bleeding heart; his inability to walk away from situations where others are in need of assistance is bred in his bones. On the other hand, he's just as slow to trust - also a trait bred in his bones, and in the shoot first, ask questions later Wasteland, it pays to speak softly and carry a big stick (although he tends to leave the big stick-carrying to others). If there's anything life has taught him, it's patience, perseverance, and hope.

Bio: Taza Goldwater was born an anomaly in Vault 32; he was a second child. His older sister, River, died in an airlock malfunction (she was crushed by the secondary doors), and after years worth of appeals and bureaucratic maneuvering, the Overseer approved of a second attempt at birthing a child, forbidden taboo in their Vault.
That being said, Taza was pretty sheltered as a child. His parents, not wanting him to develop the adventurous streak that defined (and inevitably killed) his sister, kept him on a tight leash, giving him all the books and data on whatever subject he found interest in (most of them) to keep him satisfied. This, however, did not quench Taza's thirst for something more - perhaps not brave and bold adventure, but something more meaningful than their tightly-packed vault lives.
Perhaps it was fate, destiny, or the luck of the draw that Taza was chosen for the Overseer's important mission to venture into the wasteland beyond the confines of their home, as pilgrims in this new world. For whatever the reason, Taza is up for the challenge, and hopes to finally see the world he's read so much about.

SPECIAL:

S - 2
P - 4
E - 3
C - 4
I - 5
A - 2
L - 5

Tag Skills: Science, Repair, Speech

[Penny Royals]

Name: Mercia Lewis
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Personality: Mercia is quiet and solemn, devoutly religious, but keeps her head in the game at all times. She is calm in most times of danger. Don't let her fool you though- she is a nice person, and she does show it, she just prefers to let her actions speak rather than her mouth.
Bio: Mercia never knew her parents, and nobody has told her yet who they might have been, but nonetheless- Mercia was found on the steps of the local church when she was only days old, and she was taken in and raised by the lovely couple. As such, she grew up extremely religious, disciplined and rather lady like. That last one seemed to have been changed when she was chosen by the overseer for this experiment. Leaving her mother and father figures behind, she joined their ranks with her chin held high, proud even so to have been chosen for such a mission.

S: 1
P: 6
E: 1
C: 5
I: 4
A: 5
L: 3

Tag Skills: Guns, Speech, Explosives

I have no idea why I did the dollmaker.

[JW%]

Name: Jason Hawke
Age:30
Gender:Male
Appearance: Average vaulter. Brown hair, brown eyes. Slightly taller than average, but not noticeably.
Personality: Friendly enough, though paranoid and with a sociopath edge that seems to have come with the way the new world works.
Bio: Deemed not notable enough to carry on his genes, Jay, as his friends call him, was the only child of a family of the vault. Curious and clever, with nimble hands and sharp eyes, he joined the survival training effort, preparing him to finally make a worthwhile contribution, with average survival training and special weapons training for the energetic weaponry division.

Strength=2
Perception=5
Endurance=2
Charisma=3
Intelligence=4
Agility=5
Luck=4

Tag Skills: Science, Energy Weapons, Survival

[Fiery Firefly]

Okay Adlai and Per you two are good.

Penny, I really like Mercia, but I'm not sure if she'd really have no clue who her parents are. These people are pretty tight-knit, specially with this specific Vault experiment. I think someone would be aware of her mother's pregnancy. But other than that you're good.

[lovely corte]

Fixed it, very badly mind you, and also, Ima' make another character, so fuck you, contestmecunts.

Name: Legios Cohortis, the Reaver.

Age: 47.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Legios is thin, albeit it with a series of defined muscle built up from the necessary work in the Legion. His skin is tanned, with slight graying around the sleeves, thighs and forehead from where his armor cut off.

He has a round head, wrinkled and sagging slightly with age. His beard is grey, albeit it with shades of brown and black that are beginning to turn grey. His left-eye is scarred, blinded and with a gash straight down the side in the shape of four claw marks from a Yaoi Guai. His hair is shaven, and slightly grey and balding in the center.

He wears a piece of cloth, cut out for both his arms and head, with a combat vest over it. He carries a strap across his back for his Gladius Machete, and a slot on his abdomen for his .44 Revolver. He wears the plate-lets of power-armor along his thighs, over jean pants, with shin-guards and combat boots. He wears a good, and carries his helmet with him, which is the Veteran Legion one, albeit it without the face-guard, or goggles, and with a blue and yellow color texture, to emphasize his former Tribe.

Personality: Legios is optimistic, and hard to break, both spiritually and mentally. His resolve and fortitude are untested, and he believes that to all the darkness in the world, there is always a light. He is funny and humorous, and is a giver, and, much to the chagrin of some other Legion Officials, is merciful.

He believes in second-chances, and is more merciful to his subjects and those whom he takes as slaves. His soldiers are prone to fits of anger with him, though, as although (by law) they are not meant to engage in sex, he will not allow them to rape their slaves, or kill them. He is, however, a hard man when it comes to betrayal and warfare. To kill one of your own will make Legios flay you alive, and for an uprising to begin among his men, equals total decimation by one another.

Bio: Legios wasn't once called that at some point. He was once called Jackson Alexander, and was the son of a mother whom escaped the total destruction of Arizona by hiding in a cave, pregnant for nine months without anyone with her, feasting off fungal mushrooms and seeping water from a reserve lake in the bottom of the cave, and the occasional bug.

He was born into the world in darkness, and was raised as such until the age of one, until he was taken into the outside world by his mother, whom walked for days and days on end until they found a group of looters whom killed his mother, only after a session of rape, and took him. If not for the mercy of their leader, he would be dead.

Looters quickly turned into a Tribe, rules were established and a sizable defense force was created. They gradually turned into a force in the Arizona area, and as such for the next two decades, before they were ultimately destroyed from within by Legion sympathizers, and assimilated back into the Legion marching machine.

He served and grew up in the Legion Barracks, always told about the shame of his Tribe, that they broke apart, and this became deep seated in him and his fear of betrayal and rejection. He served for a long time, went off of merit and became an excellent leader, an excellent fighter and an intelligent man.

He soon became an excellent fighter, and an intelligent man.

S: 5.
P: 1.
E: 2.
C: 2.
I: 6.
A: 3.
L: 5.

Tags: Melee, Science, Survival.

[Fiery Firefly]

At this point the Legion has been around for like... 15 years? They wouldn't of been around when he was born

[lovely corte]

Fixed, also fixed my other Legion guy with his bad maths.

[Frahnkenshteen]

Nov 21, 2012 18:49:46 GMT -8 lovely corte said:

AlChestBreach, you magnificent little cunt.

Glad to see someone caught that. It's nice to know my character's actions wont be completely out of left field.
Also, Firefly, the way you worded your response to my character made it a bit confusing as to whether or not I'm accepted.

[Fiery Firefly]

You are. Sorry I originally had both of you okayed, but then I noticed corte's math errors and I forgot to edit your half accordingly

[Fiery Firefly]

After a month of waiting for me to do my finals and for me to stop being a lazy bastard in general.... WE HAVE AN RP! I REPEAT WE HAVE AN RP!

tsdcv3.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=rpumain&thread=5269

HAVE FUN!

[lovely corte]

FUCK I AM SO WET RIGHT NOW, FIREFLY! GOD! I AM SO FUCKING WET!