Broken Anchorage, Chapter 1: Close Encounters
a Fallout RP

This RP is set in post-war Alaska, around the same time as the events in Fallout 3. The game revolves around a group of hired adventurers (you) and their missions. The first story arc involves the search for an alien crash site. The group starts inside the town of Nuclear Winter (see below for information). If you're interested, send me a PM, and I'll send you a reply asking for a character sheet. Don't post until I approve your character. The character sheets are just a reference for me, so don't post them. I will not allow more than six people. First come, first serve. Character sheets:

Name: Anything that suits the character is fine with me.

Race: Should probably be human, but I might possibly allow a ghoul or something similarly different. Super Mutants are not allowed. Ever.

High Stats: List any above-average SPECIAL attributes. No numbers. Keep in mind that these are a rough estimate, not a hard rule.

Low Stats: List any below-average stats. Same as above, no numbers. Only include this category if you actually have low stats.

Skills: List any skills that your character has. Try not to choose more than five.

Equipment: Just a few things: no power armor, no gatling lasers, no mini-nukes. Other than that, choose anything that suits your character.

Appearance: Optional, just describe how your character looks.

Background: Your background may be as long or short as you want, as long as the important information is there. I'm not picky about background.

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As Nathan walked toward town, he could feel the bitter cold against his skin. The cold did not bother him; he had been in Alaska for most of his life. The snow was a sickly shade of light brown, a result of post-war radiation. Nathan had seen holotapes from before the war, knew that snow was once a pristine white. He saw no sense in grieving about something that happened 200 years ago, however. All that mattered right now was finding shelter. A storm was coming. He could feel it.

Nathan approached the gates. Two armed guards stood outside the town of Nuclear Winter. Their job was to keep any irradiated uglies from getting in.

"Halt! Who goes there!" said one guard.

"Would you quit saying that? This isn't [censored] Camelot." said the second guard.

"Well, what the [censored] am I supposed to say?"

The second guard sighed. "Nevermind..."

Nathan called out to them. "Doctor Nathan Brown. I'm a citizen."

The guards opened the gate, and Nathan entered the town. The streets were quiet, with most people indoors. Nathan slowly but purposefully moved down the street, watching for any sign of trouble. He had a bad feeling about this.

Name: Blide
Age: 19
Job: Regulator
Cloths: Brown regulator coat, black shirt, white pants, leather gloves
Appearance: Tall and slim with brown punked hair
High Stats: Perception and Agility
Low Stats: Streight
Weapons: Sniper rifle
Skills: Sniper training and Small guns expert training
Ammo: 53x .308 bullets
Junk: 1x dirty water
Karma: Neutral

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Blide looked at the sky and saw some storm clouds. "I guess I'll return the fingers tomorrow" he said to himself and looked for a town to stay in. He didn't see any settlement nearby so he choose to head south, or atleast what he thinked was south. He walked slowly becouse of the snown and tried to hide his face from the snow. But becouse of that he didn't see the cliff and fell down and slided a lot. When he finaly stood up he saw a town. {OCC: Nuclear Winter} He slowly walked to the gate and looked at the guards. "Who are you?" asked the first guard and looked at the second "Happy now?". "I'm Blide, I'm a regulator" "Just enter already" sighted the second guard. Blide opened the gate and looked at the town. A quiet little place with noone outside but one man. Blide looked around for the bar and aventualy found it. He entered it and looked around.

Name: Ethan

Race: Human male (27)

High Stats: Perception, Endurance, Agility, Luck.

Low Stats: Strength.

Skills: Good at breaking and entering ( lockpick and computers ), Small guns, medicine, Explosives.

Equipment: Tanned jacket ( a few sizes too big ), a blood stained white shirt, Scarf around neck, Worn brown jeans, Large boots, Dark brown trilby hat, Tinted goggles (http://tinyurl.com/5anuw4), M1A1 Carbine (100 rounds), 10mm pistol (50 rounds), U.S army backpack, 10 stimpacks, 3 radaways, porm 'n' beans, map.

Appearance: Very soft features, doesn't stand out in a crowd. ( most of his face is concealed anyway)

Karma: Good

Background: He was born and spent most of his life in a no-name town in the south of alaska, his parents passed away when he was sixteen and still to this day does not know how they died. After his parents passed away he was taken in by another family who resided in the same town, they were good people and took care of him like he was their own. At the age of 21 Ethan started training to be a Doctor, the human anatomy always fascinated him despite his lack of knowledge on the subject. By 23 Ethan started to work as the town's only doctor, curing radiation sickness and taking care of bullet wounds mostly. He was happy like this until he was 27, a patient was carried into Ethan's clinic the patient had several bullet wounds in his back somebody told him it was raiders, he was very nervous trying to remove the bullets from the patient but his attempts were next to useless. The patient passed away half way through the procedure, Ethan was exiled from the town. Now he works as a mercenary with a few others, after all that has happened to him he has managed to keep a good mentality and always looks on the bright side.
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Ethan was in the town known as Nuclear winter, he was sitting at the bar nursing his whiskey only taking a few sips a minute.

As Nathan entered the bar, the smell of beer was almost overpowering. It was crowded with citizens and a few travelers, all seeking shelter from the storm. Most of the patrons were just chatting about various topics, utterly irrelevant to anyone without context. One person was laughing loudly about something, and another was asleep at the bar, with several shot glasses in front of him. One man in leather armor was sitting at a table in the corner, telling a story about how he allegedly took on five Super Mutants and won.

As Nathan was taking in the surroundings, he (and anyone else paying attention) noticed a man in a suit standing by the back door, casually surveying the crowd. Nathan made a mental note and sat down at the bar. The bartender turned around to greet him.

"Ah, Doctor Brown. Long time no see. How's business?"

"You can tell the Sheriff that I took care of those raiders."

"Good, good. So, what'll it be?"

"Just one drink today. The usual."

The bartender poured a mug of ale and handed it to Nathan. He took a sip. It was a bit irradiated, but then again, so was pretty much everything else. Besides, he had gotten used to the radiation by now. You kind of have to if you want to survive out here.

Nathan looked to his left and noticed Ethan sitting there.

Name- George "Rifle" Thomas

Race- Ghoul

Hight Stats- Stength, Intelligence, Perception, Endurance.

Low Stats- Charisma, Luck.

Skills- Barter, Repair, Science, Small Guns.

Karma- Neutral

Equipment- Pork n' Beans x5, Dirt Water x5, .45 Colt Pistol x5 magazines, 1903 Springfield x9 clips (Removable Scope), Frag Grenades x6, Combat Knife.

Appearance- Skin pealing off (Obviously), Shallow dead looking eyes (As if he's looking into someone's "heart"), Much hair loss (More than a regular ghoul would have though). Combat Armor (Green), with Brown Boots.

Background- George was smart for a ghoul, he could remember what life was like before the bombs had fallen. George used to be a amature scientist and gun-nut before the bombs had fallen on Seattle, Washington. He had a wife and two children, his wife's name was Kate, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met in his life, his first child was named Andy. Andy was a really into cars, while George's daughter Gwen, was a daddies girl. George was in the basemant of his house working on his newest invention when the sudden sounds of warning sirens began to go off all around the city. George grabbed his wife and kids as they hopped into the car, and headed to the bomb shelter where others had also decided to go. The warning sirens fell silent, as the sudden sound and heat of the bombs hit the makeshift bomb shelter. After the bombs had fallen, george and his family exited the bomb shelter astonished to see that the whole city and its surrounding had completely destroyed from the bombs. After a few months of traveling anywhere, george had to bury his family. All of them had died of radiation, while george was going through the early stages of "Ghoulification". George began to wander the wasteland alone, getting to understand the world he know lived in and the people it had created. George was a changed man, he was a man to be reconed with, he had no tolerance for the weak. George figured that if he, a man who had gone through the horror's of mutation, survived, and was able to survive, then they were to. George also had a hard time trading with local caravans and trading posts, no one wanted to trade with a ghoul, so george began to resent any and all ghoul bigot's. George used to work as a Mercenary, going into heavily radiated area's to grab old relects and other high value objects that a regular human could'nt enter without getting sick from radiation. George is now a trader (Trades with anyone who's willing), and is still a Mercenary for hire.

-Alaska-
George was traveling the once frozen tundra of the alaskan wilderness, hunting yao guai and radiated caraboo. George was a good tracker, he had come to alaska for the good trade and high value for a mercenaries, george looked through the burned out tree's, as he held his rifle to his shoulder, looking down the scope. The -CRACK- sound of the Springfield echoed through the the tree's as a large yao guai fell to the ground, george looked up smiling as he pulled the bolt back releasing the empty cartridge. He quickly looked around for any oncoming hostile's as he shuffled over to the dead yao guai.

This should do nicely, I wonder how much this big guy will cost?.

As the trader/Mercenary finished cutting up the beast, george realized storm clouds were forming and that he better find somewhere to find shelter and a good place to trade, the only place george could think of that was close enough, was the small town of Nuclear Winter. George knew that the town was'nt a ghoul friendly place, but he had to take his chances...

((BTW, here's my character sheet:))

Name: Doctor Nathan Brown
Race: Human (Cyborg)
High Stats: Perception, Intelligence
Low Stats: Charisma
Skills: Energy Weapons, Medicine, Repair, Science
Karma: Neutral
Equipment: Plasma Pistol, 80 Energy Cells, Labcoat, 10 Stimpaks, 10 RadAway
Appearance: Gaunt, pale-skinned, wears a weathered labcoat with a plasma pistol concealed inside. No obvious mechanical parts.

Background: Nathan grew up in the town of Nuclear Winter. His father was one of the town doctors, and Nathan was interested in medicine and science from an early age. Living in post-nuclear Alaska means learning to survive, however, and Nathan taught himself how to use and maintain energy weapons. He proved adept in combat, and became a mercenary, traveling Alaska on various jobs. Shortly into his career, he learned how to incorporate mechanical parts into himself, becoming a cyborg, and that much better of a mercenary.

He was recently hired to exterminate a group of raiders near Nuclear Winter. Work has been hard to find lately, so Nathan is looking for a big, high-paying job. Those energy cells don't buy themselves, you know.

Blide slowly walked at the direction of the bar. While he walked he listened to all the people talking for some information. He sat next to Nathan. "I heard you killed a group of raiders, huh? If you go on another mission like that I'll come for free - I get paid for each kill at the HQ"

Name: Thik-Talk (Think-Talk)
Appearance: Atleast 8-foot tall (stooped); Hooded and robed figure, Parrot like voice.
Skills: Unarmed, Outdoors man, Sneak.
High Stats: Perception, Strength, Endurance
Low Stats: Intellegence, Charisma
Karma: Good

The tall figure walked into the bar, his footsteps where so loud and distorted, every footstep sounded like three separate footsteps. The figure was a giant, at the least 8-foot tall, and stooping low not to hit his head on the doorframe. As well as tall he was wide, two long sleeves hung down from his robe presumably covering arms, at the top of the sleeves the cloth robe was taut around presumably solid muscular arms. He never left the doorway merely stood in the doorway, although waiting for something, without moving his arms he slammed the door.
In a parrot like voice he spoke. (This is phonetically how he sounded)
"Is there a Dok-tor here? I need a Dok-tor welling to tree-t stra-je pat-nee-ents" He took a deep gasp?
"I well find away to repay the Dok-tor."

Ethan briefly look to his left and noticed the 2 men talking about raiders, Ethan glanced back at his drink and noticed it was empty.
"Excuse me, bartender?"

The bartender turned around squinting at Ethan "What'll it be?"

"Another whiskey please" Ethan fumbled around in his pocket looking for some spare caps

The bartender gently placed the whiskey on the table "That'll be 10 caps"

Ethan scattered the caps out onto the table and quickly drank the whiskey, he lifted his bag from off the floor and wandered outside and leaned on the wall of the bar attempting to light a cigarette.

OOC: Whats with everyone doing SPECIAL stuff and karma?

I'll post my sheet in a minute.

As george looked up at the sky continuing to watch the storm, he realized that Nuclear Winter was right in front of him. George walked to the guards standing in front of the town,

"Hay can I come in, I want to trade some yao guai meat, and other goods?".

The two guards looked at each other realizing that the man was a ghoul, and quickly drew their weapons on him. George took a step back, dropping his bag of yao guai meat.

"S***, this town is alot more non-ghoul than I remember!".

George thought as he grabbed for his .45 Colt from his waist. The two guards looked at george, and george back at them, as they all stood there weapons drawn

"Get out of here ghoul, Nuclear Winter does'nt want your kind around here. Get out of here, before we shoot you dead!". George looked at the men with a some what concerned look on his face.

"I've been around weapons alot longer than both of you, what makes you think you two could get a shot off or even blink before I put both of you down for good. So either let me in, or the two of you wont be waking up anytime soon!".

The men looked at each other once more with a nervous look in their eye's. The two men layed their weapons to their side's, as they motioned for george to enter the town of Nuclear Winter.

"Thats more like it, now... Where is the closest bar, I need a drink before I trade any of this?"

The two men pointed to a building that was off to the left of the town entrance. George walked over and opened the door, seeing a very tall man standing in his way asking for a doctor. George glanced at the man as he sat at the counter.

"Bartender, give me a nice of whiskey and a glass of beer!".

The bartender looked at george for a minute. George new something was'nt going to go well...

The dark figure in his robe had got no attention speaking to the room so he began to walk around individually... He had heard someone mention a "Doctor Nathan brown" however his hood covering his eyes he could not distinguish who was the doctor...
He began to walk round the room, it was asthough he knew which things he bumped into where alive and what werent...
Eventualy after asking most everyone in the room. "Are you Dok-tor, Nay-then Brown?" He made his way to the real doctor...
"Excuse me, are you Dok-tor, Nay-then Brown?"

"Sure, why not? I'm guessing you're one of those Regulators. If I find any jobs, I'll let you know."

When the giant cloaked figure asked about him, Nathan responded, somewhat awkwardly, "Um, yeah. Why? Do you need something?"

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At George's request, the bartender poured him the drinks and said, "That'll be twenty caps."

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The man in the suit walked from the back door, over to the bulletin board and posted a note:

Need caps? Looking for work? We need seasoned adventurers for an undisclosed extended task. 1000 caps per person. Meet us in the back room.

The man in the suit walked away, going through the back door.

Thik-Talk responded sighed in relief he had found a doctor...

"I need a Dok-tor, I will pay my dept... My kind do not understand medy-scene." Max pointed to behind the bar.
"I have buk-ed a room, come to it... I left med-ikal supplies there."

Ethan's cigarette was nothing but a stub now, he shivered and dropped the cigarette walking back into the bar.

He looked over at the bulletin board and saw the new note recently posted Need caps? Looking for work? We need seasoned adventurers for an undisclosed extended task. 1000 caps per person. Meet us in the back room.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Nathan and Blide talking, he looked just past them and saw the back door.

He shrugged his shoulder preventing his gun sliding off it, Ethan walked through the back door and peered into the room.

George thanked the bartender for the drink and handed him the 20 caps. George sat at the counter, taking a causious taste of the radiated beer. George sat there as he watched the tall-cloaked man walk-up to some guy. George thought the man was stupid for asking around the bar.

How the hell can he see anything with that hood on... Stupid ass.

The bar was starting to get busy with people walking in and out of the bar, as a man in a suit walked in posting a poster on the wall. Need caps? Looking for work? We need seasoned adventurers for an undisclosed extended task. 1000 caps per person. Meet us in the back room., the poster said as the man in the suit walked into the back room.

S***, I could use a job.

George finished his drink, as he saw another bar patron walked into the back room, while george walked in behind him...

"Uh... okay. Lead on." Nathan, understandably, found the figure's accent highly confusing. He searched his memory, trying to place the accent. He thought he had heard it somewhere before.

Nathan noticed the sign placed by the man in the suit. He needed the caps, but he also had a patient right in front of him, needing help. He made a mental note to come back later and check out the job, then followed the cloaked figure upstairs to the rooms...

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The back room was empty except for a long table, at the end of which sat the man in the suit. As two people entered the room, he said, "Please, have a seat. We will begin shortly."

George looked took a seat on the other end of the table, facing the doorway. The man wore a similar suit that george once wore to work, before the bombs fell.

"Whats this job all about?", george said in his thick gruff voice.

George looked at the man who had entered before him. George was'nt sure about the man, he seemed like the kind of man that was a "Saint", george did'nt believe in "Saints", he figured the way the world had turned out, that this world did'nt have "Saints".

"Hay...", george said in his thick gruff voice, looking at the man across from him.

"What kind of work do you do... ever kill anyone who did'nt deserve it?"

George sat back in the chair looking at the man, who seemed kind of thrown-off to being asked the question...

Name: Bjorn Magnusson

Race: Human

Age: 34

High Stats: Strength, Endurance

Low Stats: None under average

Skills: Melee, Explosives, First Aid and Outdoorsman (from the original Fallouts)

Karma: Neutral, borderline evil.

Equipment: Full body, black Combat Armor and a high-tech gasmask (both retrieved from a military truck). He wields a fireaxe and has a pouch full of explosives, including a variety of grenades.

Appearance: Burly, but not tall. He's bald, but has auburn machiavellian beard. Often wears a gasmask which looks like a less-armored Enclave helmet with red eyeglass. His mask, armor and bodysize definitely makes him stand out.

Background: Raised by both his parents in a small, pre-war hut in the Alaskan wilderness, he was trained in the arts of hunting by his father. Occasionally him and his dad would travel to Nuclear Winter to sell their goods. At the age of 23 he decided to go explore the world, so he grabbed the fireaxe that was in the hut's shack and headed towards Nuclear Winter. However, on the way he discovered a crashed military truck, from which he recovered a specialized combat armor and prototype gasmask. After 12 years of adventurering and mercenary work, he's niw settled in Nuclear Winter. However, he longs for adventure yet again.

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Bjorn finished putting on his armor. He knew it was good idea to keep it on, in this city. After lightning a cigarette, he opened the door and headed out in the city.
Man, I could really do with some scotch. Making sure his trusty fireaxe was at his side, he started to walk towards the local bar.

Ethan walked into the back room and sat at the table, the two other men were talking.

"Hello" Ethan said nervously.

"Welcome" Said the man in the suit "Please do have a seat".

Ethan pulled a chair up to the table and sat down nervously twiddling his thumbs.

The large cloaked figure pushed open one of the door into a very small room, the large figure led the way in filling up the room... as the doctor came in he pushed the door shut and leaned on the door blocking it from opening showing the doctor his back.

"You must not speak of what you see in tee-is room..." The fall figure pulled off his cloak, as he did the ghoul doctor almost pissed himself...
"K-an you heal tee-is wound?" A very large cut ran from the figures shoulder down to the bottom of his back, almost 4 feet long and very deep in some placed, although deep to a human it was quite shallow for Thik-Talk...

Name: Keleigh (Nickname: Key)

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 18

High Stats: Agility, Perception, Charisma

Low Stats: Strength

Skills: Speech, Lockpicking, Sneak, Small Weapons, Melee Weapons.

Equipment: Dark green/olive combat pants, white tank top, dark boots, loose fitting leather jacket. Combat Knife.

Appearance: Brunette ponytail or wavey brunette hair when not tied, blue eyes, tattoo of birthday on ankle with roses interwined around it.

Background: Born into a traveling caravan. At the age of 17, raiders stormed the caravan killing her parents and brother. Upon finding Key however, they took her in as a slave. After turning 18, one of the high ranking raiders tried to abuse her. Instead of bowing to his demands she took the combat knife from his belt and drove it into his throat. She fled from the camp and found herself in Nuclear Winter, starved and parched. She took a job at the bar to feed herself and currently sleeps at the common house.

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Keleigh watched as numerous figures of different statures and looks came in. She sighed and took a tray of beers to a group of hunters. Looking up again she saw more people come in.

Busy night tonight... She thought, placing the beers on the table. She turned away from the table and recieved a slap on her behind followed by whoops of laughter. She span, scowling at the culprit who did it to her, her fist clenched. The bartender shook his head at her quickly and the fist relaxed. Key picked up the tray and went back behind the bar muttering to herself.

"***hole... What does he think he's doing...?" She counted the new travellers going into the back room and piled more beers on the tray and a bottle of whiskey just incase someone wanted something abit harsher. The bartender heard her mutterings and turned to her.

"The customers are always right." He said, looking over at the jeering hunters. Key shook her head in disbelief.
"So... If a "customer" tried to kill me, they'd be right?" The bartender just shrugged. Key growled angrily. "Fine... Consider this my last night. I'm not earning much here anyway." With that she picked up the tray and pushed open the back door.

Blide stood up and went to the window and looked at the sky. It was dark and cloudy. "No chance to get a bounty today" he thought and head back. "A cold vodka, please" he said to the bartender and put 10 caps on the table. He looked back and layed a look on everyone again. He saw the offer for 1000 caps. "Here's your drink" said the bartender and Blide took the bottle and head to the back door for the job offer.

Keleigh carefully place the tray of drinks on a table at the side of the room. She straightened up and looked round the group.
What an odd group... She looked at the the man in the suit and remember the sign that had been put up. Ahh...
She bowed alittle and backed off to the door, just as Blide walked in. She bumped into him and span. "Sorry." She smiled appologetically.

"No worries" said Blide and sat on a chair and looked at the people on the table. "So what's this job all about? Let's just hope it's not a crime, or you all are gonna get realy badly hurt" said Blide and smiled at the people. "No, don't worry it's not that kind" said the guy with the suit. "So 1000 caps a person, huh? Sounds like a big job if you ask me" said Blide and siped some vodka. "If you think you can't handle it just leave." Blide thinked a little and said "So... I can bring more people with me and they'll get 1000 caps, too?" The men to the left noded. "Ok I'm in just what's the job about?" asked Blide curios. "You need to find an alien crash site" said the man with the suit "It's somewhere north,north-east from here... You'll have 2 days to get your group and go" Blide smiled at the good deal and stoop up. He walked to the door and turned back "Remember if you lie to me you woun't wake the next day" and closed the door.