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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jan 25, 2020 14:25:44 GMT -5
War. War Never Changes Welcome to the aftermath of the Fallout. This is a semi-jump in rp for everyone. Feel free to ask any questions or anything of the likes. The area they are in is not in any of the games but we can easily have the Brotherhood, etc here.
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I don't have any atm so just go hog wild.
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|Kinsley|
Female. Was a Vault Dweller. She has brunette hair that she keeps tied up, it is medium length.
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| Auden |
Male. Grew up in the wastes in Nevada in a relatively boring and safe life, working for the NCR as a crop grower later on. Left employment before the events of Fallout: New Vegas on a caravan to escape the boring life he lived and to experience something new. He is small for average male height, tanned dirty skin and short dirty brown hair messily cut by an amateur. Is proficient in Melee Weapons, Survival and Speach. Highest Special is luck and Endurance, the lowest is Perception.
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| Jerome Torker |
Male. He lived in The Strip for most of the time it was operating. But then he got in some trouble that he won't talk about and decided it best to leave. He's a tall,slim,pale skinned man with matted black hair and green eyes. He's got a lot in his charisma,endurance,and perception but everything else is one massive train wreck. Needless to say,he doesn't do well in a fight.
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| Adam Rilke |
Male. Born and raised in the Pitt, by a (cannibalistic) family that was considered strangely "proper" compared to the other raiders. He was a strong and popular fighter, until he left the Pitt in search of adventure and opportunity. His intelligence, strength and endurance stats (with intelligence and strength being the highest, thanks to Pitt fighting and secretly hording old-world books and information) are his strong suites, with moderate luck and perception, and low agility and charisma essentially at a big fat 0. He had enlisted in the Enclave army in D.C., but nobody really knows why he came to this place. An expert with explosives/heavy weaponry, science, power armor and unarmed/melee combat.
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Post by Eevee on Jan 25, 2020 20:49:13 GMT -5
//Oooh, I love the Fallout series. Is it ok if I join in with this character? | Auden | Male. Grew up in the wastes in Nevada in a relatively boring and safe life, working for the NCR as a crop grower later on. Left employment before the events of Fallout: New Vegas on a caravan to escape the boring life he lived and to experience something new. He is small for average male height, tanned dirty skin and short dirty brown hair messily cut by an amateur. Is proficient in Melee Weapons, Survival and Speach. Highest Special is luck and Endurance, the lowest is Perception. Eevee |
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Post by Protractor on Jan 26, 2020 14:01:15 GMT -5
| Jerome Torker |
Male. He lived in The Strip for most of the time it was operating. But then he got in some trouble that he won't talk about and decided it best to leave. He's a tall,slim,pale skinned man with matted black hair and green eyes. He's got a lot in his charisma,endurance,and perception but everything else is one massive train wreck. Needless to say,he doesn't do well in a fight.
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Post by Eevee on Jan 26, 2020 16:09:09 GMT -5
// I'll post a starter if that's ok with you
In a sea of scorched earth and rotting wood from houses long gone, a figure could be seen moving about. A man named Auden could be seen, with short messy hair and dirty rough skin with a wooden baseball bat in his hands. Stepping into the ruins of an old house, he opened some of the counters and cabinets still standing, finding some cans of canned meat, a bottle of water and some caps in a drawer. With a sigh, he leaned against one of the half-standing walls, sitting onto the rotting wood of a floor.
It's been quite a while since he last left the NCR, travelling with a caravan from settlement to a ruined city to another settlement again. Eventually, he came tired of that repetitive life too, breaking apart and travelling solo into the wastes. He's been looking for an exciting difficult life, and what would be more exciting and difficult than surviving alone in the deadly wastes? Well, apparently not, since even him going solo has been boring, not coming across any major threats since he recently started. He knows he should worry about survival and living safely, but what's the point of surviving if nothing exciting is going to happen? With a depressed sigh, he opened one of the cans with a grimace, eating it with a fork as the sun rose high into the sky.
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jan 26, 2020 16:25:07 GMT -5
Kinsley had felt the wound on her leg growing worse with each passing day, she had been trying to find a medpack since then but her efforts were proven futile.She at least had a bit of food, bullets, and water on her. She had been trekking from the last town she had been to for what felt like forever, but in reality it was most likely only two hours. She didn't see anymore ahead of her, which gave her a queasy feeling. After several more minutes of lone travel, she ran into an old town. She began her way to one of the first houses she saw, trying to keep silent. She put her ear the rotting away exterior in hopes she could hear anything inside. It sounded...quiet but there was not actual telling if she was correct. She approached the side of the house apprehensively, noting she could easily see in through several of the missing boards. She climbed inside through one of the small holes, silently thanking whatever was up there for her small stature. Once inside, she in fact did hear movement. Perhaps she should go further into the town and search for a different area? No...she had to leave no stone unturned unless she wanted to suffer a fate worse than the fallout. She looked through some of the drawers, preying whatever was in the next room couldn't see her or hear her. After an unsuccessful search, she had some loose bandages on her hand. It was better than nothing the girl assumed, rewrapping her legs with them. Having been so caught up in her own world, she didn't notice the sound growing closer until it was right against the wall separating them. Upon getting back up, the ghoul had reached a hand out through a small opening, trying to reach her. Kinsely jumped back, trying to not let the small scream escape that was itching itself up her throat. She found her gun on her side and gave a single shot to it's head, trying to not worry about any of the noise she had made.
{She's in the same town ^^ sorry I didnt have her run into him quickly just thought this might be more interesting :P } |
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Post by Eevee on Jan 26, 2020 16:51:40 GMT -5
Sitting down on the floor eating the weird meat from a can, Auden heard the sound of a gunshot in the distance. Dropping the half-eaten can on the floor, he quickly stood up. 'Other people!' he thought. Grabbing his bat and bag, he quickly exited the ruins of the house, the half-eaten can of meat lying forgotten.
Walking through the empty streets, a sea of identical-looking rotting houses surround him. He tried to remember where the gunshot sound came from but couldn't remember. Looking around while he walked, he decided to put his bat in the crook of his arm and cup his hands up to his mouth, slightly raising his voice.
"Hello?!"
//It's ok ^^
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jan 26, 2020 17:03:28 GMT -5
A hello rang from outside, bringing Kinsley back to reality. The ghoul lay with its arm still stuck in the wall, dead from the bullet. She could risk it and see if the people outside where friendly but she wasn't sure if it was a sound idea. Raiders could be trying to lure her out to end her life. At this rate, there's not much left to lose though. She quickly repacked her bag and pushed her way out the front of house, careful to not get any splinters or more cuts on her body. When outside, she saw a lone man walking down the road of the town. He seemed harmless enough, probably wouldn't hurt to see if he had anything on him up for trade that could help her. She holstered her gun, finally noticing it was still out. She still kept her hand around it, in case this man had ulterior motives for her. She gingerly got herself down from the porch and approached him, grimacing a bit from the pain that hit with each new step. It's going to get infected at this rate..."Hello!" She called out, trying to keep her voice not too loud others may here. "Who are you?" She asked as she got closer, letting her voice drop lower. |
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Post by Eevee on Jan 26, 2020 17:21:20 GMT -5
Off in the distance, Auden saw a woman coming towards him. Walking forwards as well, he stopped at a respectable safe speaking distance.
Quickly Looking her over, he saw she had medium length brunette hair, armed with a firearm and a wounded leg wrapped up in bandages and had some scratches along her skin. He himself wore dirty old pre-war jeans and a t-shirt with an old leather jacket and some padding on the shoulders and knees. His wooden baseball bat leaning on his shoulder and dirt covering his hair, skin and clothes. He himself looked like (and is) someone who spent his entire life in the wastes.
"Hi! I'm Auden, I've just been wandering around here and I heard your gunshot, everything ok?"
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Post by Eevee on Jan 26, 2020 17:57:05 GMT -5
He did notice the wrapped up leg and even though he doesn't know much about medicine, he could tell it didn't look that good. Pondering a tad bit, he kneeled down on the ground and rummaged through his pack. Through his travels in the wastes on the caravan and by himself, he somehow found quite a bit of stuff just by scavenging around and talking to others. In his bag, he mainly had lots of old pre-war food he mainly left intact, bottles of water, several plants and herbs he picked up, a few rad roach meat, basic survival supplies and a handful of Stimpacks that he never really used. He doesn't know why but he never really came across much danger across his travels and when he did, he was just able to shake off his wounds, continuing on.
Grabbing one of the Stims, he got up and tossed it to her.
"Here, I'm able to spare one; I never really use them much anyways."
Looking at her again he noticed a strange blocky metal thing on her arm. Cocking his head to the side, he asked "Hey, what is that thing?" pointing at her arm "I've personally never seen something like that before".
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Post by ☾ѕησσzє☽ on Jan 26, 2020 18:10:08 GMT -5
She looked to her Pip boy, realizing some people may not have ever seen before. "It's a pip boy, I found it in my vault." She casually answered, taking the Stim from him and using it on herself. It felt better already but she knew it would still take a few days for the wound to completely stop hurting for her. At least now she didn't need to worry about it. "Sorry, I forgot to mention I'm from a vault. I sometimes forget people weren't in them during the fallout ya know?" She gave a small laugh, looking up to him. "Speaking of which, how did you...ya know, go through the fallout?" She hoped her question wasn't too personal, she knew she wouldn't like people digging into her reasoning for being in a vault. Still, it always amazed her when she did see survivors who managed without. |
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Post by Eevee on Jan 26, 2020 18:22:50 GMT -5
He slightly nodded at her response. He personally has never seen a Vault before, or anyone from one for that matter, but he has heard stories from some. Well, actually, only one. The only vault he has ever heard about was the one on The Strip that turned into a casino. He never went to The Strip personally, but he has heard stories from people that have. Even though he has only heard about one vault, he did know that others existed as well.
Although he understood when she said she was from a vault, he became confused when she mentioned the fallout.
"The Fallout? Do you mean that big event that caused all of this? Didn't that happen like 200 years ago?"
Shaking his head, he continued on.
"Well, I'm not a 200-year-old ghoul, that's definitely for sure. Nah, I was born in the Nevada in a small settlement owned by the NCR, growing different crops and such."
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Post by Eevee on Jan 26, 2020 18:23:35 GMT -5
// Ok, see ya later
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Post by Sour Candy on Jan 26, 2020 21:30:28 GMT -5
| Adam Rilke |
Male. Born and raised in the Pitt, by a (cannibalistic) family that was considered strangely "proper" compared to the other raiders. He was a strong and popular fighter, until he left the Pitt in search of adventure and opportunity. His intelligence, strength and endurance stats (with intelligence and strength being the highest, thanks to Pitt fighting and secretly hording old-world books and information) are his strong suites, with moderate luck and perception, and low agility and charisma essentially at a big fat 0. He had enlisted in the Enclave army in D.C., but nobody really knows why he came to this place. An expert with explosives/heavy weaponry, science, power armor and unarmed/melee combat.
(I tried to shorten my OC's story for this description while still keeping the essentials)
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Post by Eevee on Jan 27, 2020 14:52:26 GMT -5
"Well, I at least know how to survive out here, and I guess I'm not that bad at dealing with others."
Shrugging, Auden looked up at the sky and noticed the sun getting pretty low. Looking around he decided it might be good to set up camp for the night. The night doesn't make the wastes more dangerous but it does limit your sense of sight, and he finds he could never see that well in the dark.
Picking his bag up, he put it back on his shoulders as he turned back to the lady.
"Well, it's gonna get dark soon, and I'm not a big fan of travelling around in the dark. I'm gonna make a camp for the night, do you wanna join me? Two's better than one, especially since you can have someone watching your back."
While he was saying that he just remembered something.
"Oh yeah, I never did catch your name. What should I call ya by?"
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Post by Sour Candy on Jan 27, 2020 18:28:42 GMT -5
Adam whistled along to the tune of one of his favorite songs from back east, carrying his Tactical Nuclear Catapult over his shoulder. He strolled away from a radioactive and still burning crater, fully clad in his standard issue X-02 power armor. A scuffed but still clear Enclave symbol stood out against the charcoal black of his armor. He kicked aside a small rock in his path, making a rather loud "clank" sound as it hit. Several frag grenades dangled from his hip, and a missile launcher was slung across his back along with a plasma rifle.
(Sorry if I'm making him a bit over-geared right off the bat, this is kinda just his standard equipment, believe it or not... >.>)
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Post by Protractor on Jan 27, 2020 18:51:14 GMT -5
To put it simple,Jerome wasn't in the slightest way prepared for this. He simply wasn't the kind of guy that stood a chance outside The Strip. He had never really had a reason to learn how to fight there. He was good at what he did. And whether or not it was a good thing he was never given trouble for it. Sadly though his skills weren't very useful right now. But thank God for un-searched bodies. He'd managed to find some leather armor and a double barreled shotgun with about 30ish rounds. It was no LMG but it would suffice.
(Say hello to the least prepared man in the world
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Post by Eevee on Jan 27, 2020 19:15:09 GMT -5
(So we have a fully prepared man and the least prepared man. Now this is a pair for the books!)
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Post by Sour Candy on Jan 27, 2020 19:50:57 GMT -5
(Might be slow to reply, I lowkey have writer's block and I'm also doing other stuff rn)
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Post by Gold on Jan 27, 2020 21:11:16 GMT -5
yes finally, Fallout!)
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Post by Sour Candy on Jan 27, 2020 22:01:43 GMT -5
Adam noticed that he wasn't alone and shifted the grip on his weapon. He turned towards them, his equipment knocking against his armor. "Hey, wastelander!" He aggressively called through his Power Armor's intercom. "State your business!" The Enclave had no official presence in this place, but he imagined the average wastelander wouldn't be aware of that. He could probably scare them off.
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Post by Protractor on Jan 27, 2020 22:16:06 GMT -5
Jerome practically jumped when he heard someone suddenly growl at him. "Sweet mother of Jesus!" He exclaimed as he turned to look at a rather heavily armed being. He saw a strange symbol on it,though being as uneducated as he was,Jerome didn't recognize it. Funny how you never learn these things when you have the chance and then end up wishing you'd spent your whole life pondering that single subject. "Oh uh...my business? Aside from not dying,I presume?" He wasn't going to try and talk his way out of this. This person was too well armed,one mishap and he could easily lose his head. "Well for the most part I'm trying to get as far from The Strip as possible. Not very welcomed there......not in the least." Sighing he sat down and placed his shotgun in his crosslegged lap. "Whatever man,I'm done with this stuff. Everything out here either wants to kill you or take your caps." Holding the gun by the barrel he held it out to the stranger,however far away they might be. "Here,just take it. I don't think I'll be able to use it right anyway. Did you know that until I came out here I'd never once touched a gun?"
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Post by Sour Candy on Jan 28, 2020 0:19:31 GMT -5
Adam sighed and shook his head, pushing back the wastelander's gun. "Then maybe you need proper training." He set his nuclear weapon on the ground- before giving the "I'm watching you" gesture towards the stranger- and began to gather old cans and bottles, setting them up on a nearby ruined fence. "Now, keep in mind, normally I just kill you pathetic wastelanders outright, so don't go taking this lesson for granted." To be completely honest with himself, Adam wasn't entirely sure why he was helping this kid out. It wasn't exactly in his character to be a do-gooder. After he had set up a few practice targets, he stomped his way back towards the wastelander and gestured towards the targets. "Let me see your aim. Go on."
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