[JR Cash]

Hey guys, this is a signup thread for a new RP im planning on making this is the first RP ive RPM (Role Play Mastered) but about the like Twentieth ive been in , ive had this idea for some time, i was JUST about to post it after one finished but then another started that i was ROPED into im looking at you (isitjustme) so now ive decided to plan ahead for this RP

Rules:
1.) I would Like Quality, I dont want to see little 2 sentence posts UNLESS the situation NECESITATES IT, so please just Try to make them, long... PLEASE.
2.) Im your Queen. Obey me. (i wont be that bad )
3.) Follow the story, Please if you see a MASSIVE post please dont skip it and make a post, try to stick with continuity
4.) If you are going to post about how RIPPED OFF the story is just leave your bile in my PM box please
5.) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
6.) Respect others
7.) Respect me
8.) No power weapons, we are a small squad of scavengers this is supposed to be a tense survival horror Rp.
9.) Seriously I Know this Story is RIPPED OFF... I like it my two favourite games combined to make awesome incarnate.

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Character Sheets:
Name:
Gender:
Race:
Age:

Speciality: First come First served (pick 1) i dont want 7 people im just giving you choices.
Medic (Specialized Medgun for administering meds, any simple weapon you want.)
Heavy Weapons (if you need explanation this section isnt for you...)
Assault (Assault rifles, some grenades, pistols, BASIC DUDE)
Trapper (Shotgun, Traps and Frag 'Nades)
Sniper (Rifles, Scoped pistols)
Close Combat (fists or daggers)
Melee (close swords or pistols)
Dualer (Two pistols)

Apearence: (Height, hair, eye colours, ECT )
Clothes: (When not in fights)
Armour: (when in fights)
Weapons: See above, some minor changes are allowed but dont give a medic a rocket launcher although that would be AWESOME (jking)

History: (How you joined the squad, please this is just a squad of scavengers you cant all be Ex-Enclave soldiers who spent their lives as the best sniper in the enclave untill he was betrayed and now holds a grudge, try more along the lines of started life as a scavenger, started to pick up some weapon skill along the way. this is true throughout the story i dont want you bullseyeing a boss grade enemy and blowing up your head if you are going to make that type of shot then miss or just wing their leg or someting, this game is about TEAM FIGHTING and OPPRESSIVE CO-OP HORROR.)
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OK Lets get the basic story down alright, also remember that this RP might take a little longer than usual to be started, im waiting for the end of Uprising so my attention is not divided...
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You and your squad of scavengers have been working for a long time, roaming the wastes as freelance mercs, looking for the next big score, you are raiders out of necessity, mercenaries out of habit, but scavengers as a living. After doing a job for a wealthy farmer in the midwest he gave your group an old recording from the prewar along with some weapons and other junk he had lying around, it originally had the locations of many a vault, but was ravaged by time and dust, when it was given to your squad it only had details of one, called Cloud Nine, it wasnt a vault as such but aparently a chamber that would lead the chosen of americas elitist elite to the promise land, a civilisation that was said to be immune to the nuclear fire that ravaged the surface, for a long time you and your squad thought this to be some sort of ruse.

But after returning to the west your team leader decided that they might aswell check it out, you and your squad entered the vault and found it untouched, but someting was wrong there were no beds nor housing nor accomidations of any sort only a large elevator, you and your squad traveled deep down and found a pod, a water pod that would lead to the promise land... Welcome to Cloud Nine, You will Never Want to Leave!.
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Thats the basic idea, the game in question will be revealed later on, this is rapidly put together so dont blame me if it doesnt look very good if you want PM me the question and i will tell you the name of the game, so go post my pretties POST, but before you do read over the rules one more time pretty please? Also the story will start about two days before you entered the water pod so youve got time to acquinet yourselves with eachother


Character Sheets:
Name: Kristen Murphy
Gender: Female
Race: Caucasian
Age: 29

Speciality:
- Team Leader
- Mechanic

Apearence: 6'9, Long Blonde Hair, Red Eyes
Clothes: Old diry Jumpsuit, Sneakers, Thick Glasses
Armour: Specialzed Combat armour with tool compartments and a retractable Helmet
Weapons: JackSaw, Weapon of her own creation, a multitool and Weapon.
Old 32. Pistol

History: Was born into the NCR to the daughter of a small farmer, her mother died at labour and she never had much of a connection with her father, when she was 14 some raiders came to their small town and killed her father and most of the people that she knew, She was to be taken back to their camp for their "Pleasure" if it wasnt for the help of a kind wanderer who killed all of the raiders and decided to take her with him on his journey, she spent most of her time either repairing his armour or fixing his guns so she soon gained an aptitude for it, soon she started working on old cars that had broken down but still had batteries for power and by the age of 19 she was creating and fixing laser weapons.

After one night of trading in a town not far from their camp she returned to find the wanderer missing from the camp all she found was a letter, "Kristen, i have taught you the skills you need to survive in the wasteland, and now we must part ways, i have a feeling we shall meet again someday, but untill then keep on trucking" kristen almost wept when she read this but she did as he asked and continued on her way she soon came into contact with more and more people like her wastelanders that had had their fair share and wanted to make some money.

She transformed this group of ragtag wasters into a formidable scavenger squad, and soon was sent on the adventure that would change her life forever, the adventure into Cloud Nine.

Personality:
She wants to get her job done, always the worker but she will relax around friends and when there is no jobs to do.

[Lauren Denman]

I am definitely, most DEFINITELY joining this, although I just like my own name so...

Name: Andrew Jones

Gender: Male

Race: Hispanic

Age: 23

Speciality: Medic

Apearence: 6'4 Deep Brown eyes, Scraggly brown hair, bruised eyes.

Clothes: Dirty white shirt with many blood stains on it, light green cargo pants with lots of pockets, Tinted Reading glasses.

Armour: Medic Combat Armor-Combat Armor with a very thin layer, multiple pockets for meds.

Weapons: 44. Magnum (No scope), 10mm Pistol

Personality: Andrew is a really nice guy, he loves to spend time with anyone and everyone, he's outspoken and very outgoing, he's loyal to whoever his leader is. But he will always be loyal to his friends more. Although, he is a junkie and shows it sometimes.

History: Andrew spent most of his life trying to stay alive with his family, after getting to the age of 17 he decided to leave his life of just trying to LIVE behind to see what he could do. He ended up in a small group of scavengers that ended up joining a larger group, Andrew always loved using meds and was happy to chip in his piece as his original teams medic. Over the years he's only become more and more efficient with medication, although he's gotten generally worse with his weapons. He unfortunately got addicted to some meds which destroyed some of his system, after being sick for over a month he eventually recovered, he still has some of those problems today. He's prepared to give his life to help his team, he doesn't expect to be a hero to anyone, he just wants to have a half decent life.

[Smokey]

The PM captured my interest Anyway, here is my sign up sheet. Just a warning; I didn't play the original Fallout's, so I don't know much about this area, but I'll follow your lead.

Character Sheets:
Name: Edward Shale
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 28
Personality: Kind, quiet, intelligent, loyal.

Speciality: Sniper

Appearance: Medium height. Toned. Short, spiky, black hair. Green eyes. Tanned. Scars on his arms.
Clothes: Armored leather jacket. http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/sunglassesgiant/Oakley-Juliet-Polarized-Sunglasses-2.jpg. Jeans.
Armour: Puts on a kevlar vest over his Leather Jacket. Armored Pants.
Weapons: Mosin Nagant Sniper Rifle. .357 Magnum. Ancient looking, scrap metal dagger.

History: Edward was born into a poor family at Megaton, D.C. They were so poor Edward had to work from an early age, and he chose to do so with the local security. Simms put him up as a spotter for the sniper above the town gates, Stockholm. He grew up with him and they soon became as thick as thieves, and Edward became a much more accomplished sniper than Stockholm himself. At the age of 27 Stockholm was killed by a raider attack, and Edward fell into a depression. His parents were killed soon after while visiting friends in Rivet City, and he knew he couldn't stay.

Being around only brought him more pain. He took his Dads dagger and pistol, and decided to leave. So, he got Moira to set him up with some traders that were making a trip to the NCR, to sell technology. He travelled with them and improved his sniping skills along the way, testing his skills against many new enemies, and eventually could hit most creatures from a great distance. Many of the guards died on the trip, and by the time they neared the NCR, he and the trader were the only ones left. Before reaching a town, the trader was killed by a strange insect, and Edward took the technology onwards, selling it for a large sum of caps.

Alone, confused and rich, Edward decided he didn't want to settle down. He loved sniping to much, and didn't know the area well enough to settle down anyway. He heard about Kristen trying to start up the group, and was one of the first to join, using his caps to help get the group off the ground. He loves Kristen like a sister and is very protective of her.

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Tell me if you want to change anything. Also, there is know personality section, and I was wondering, did you leave it out on purpose, or forget about it?

[SamanthaLove]

Whoops! Add personality if you want i will be

[fixes]

Dont worry we wont be spending much time in the NCR we will be going to cloud nine after some begining acqaintences.

[Rich O'Brien]

b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-BUMP OF STEEL

[Shannon Marie Jones]

(I guess I'm starting to feel better so I might as well start up in an Rp)

Name: Sam Deckard
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 32
Personality: Calm, Calculating and Fearce

Speciality: Dualist
Apearence: Mangy short dirty blonde hair, 5' 10", 190lbs, five o' clock shadow, rough and tired facial features, bronze skin.
Clothes: Businessman Suit
Armour: Merc Adventurer Outfit
Weapons: two .223 Pistols

History: Sam was never much of a scavanger, but had to do what was needed to survive after his years of being a mercenary. When he was younger, Sam travelled all around the wasteland doing mercenary work. But after he grew tired of the mercenary life, Sam retired and became a scavanger. Mostly scavanging old towns and cities, Sam made some serious caps but always spent them on booze. Sam joined Kristen's scav team after he grew tired of working alone, and almost always got killed.

[Marcus Jordan]

OOC: ((An RP where people aren't allowed to post crappy 1-2 liners that are mostly dialogue? Whodathunkit. I'm all kinds of down for this one. Oh and I wonder where ya got that name Max m'boy ))

Name: Darius Jaeger
Gender: Male
Race: Mixed (Half Black/Half White)
Age: 23

Speciality: Swordsman (Melee)

Apearence: 6'1, dirty blonde hair, rough beard with tan skin. Cold, deep blue eyes and sharp, handsome facial features. Muscled frame due to years of intense training.
Clothes: Simple white leather coat with red trim, meticulously maintained to mirror his need for perfection.
Armour: Same white leather coat with kevlar vest, metal plates inserted for extra reinforcement.
Weapons: Well maintained katana he forged himself from various different scrap metals, extremely durable and razor sharp. Sig Sauer 14mm pistol.

History: Darius' history is an utter mystery to his squadmates, he rarely ever goes into detail about his turbulent past. As a child he was trained in the art of swordsmanship by his grandfather Kazui Hazuka, a very wise man and a fierce warrior of the Wastes during his prime. Kazui wasn't Darius' biological grandfather obviously, but rather a kind soul that took pity on an orphan traveling the wastes with not a shirt on his back. Kazui taught Darius the values of a warrior, and the importance of honor in battle.

Because of the values instilled in him at a young age, Darius is often looked upon with curiosity and sometimes disdain by his squadmates, often sparing an opponent if he finds them honorable in battle. By shear chance Darius encountered a spirited woman named Kristen one day in the ruins of an old laboratory he was scavving. Finding her offer of many battles to come enticing, he signed up with her ragtag squad of mercenaries.

Personality: Quite the perfectionist, Darius gets crap from his squadmates all the time about cleaning his coat, armor and weapons after every engagment, but he knew it was all in good fun. Taught at a young age to suppress certain emotions like anger, hate and jealousy he easily carries out the more difficult orders given to him by whoever may be leading him at the time. Loyalty was also pounded into the boy at a young age by his stern grandfather, and Darius almost never second guesses his leaders commands.

[daniel royle]

Oh I'll never tell

[Sasha Brown]

I read through your post. It does intrigue me to know what this Cloud Nine is. You say it's a rip off but I have searched the internet quite heavily and have not encountered any Cloud Nine Water Pods. I saw you use the following phrases "Co-op Horror" and "tense survival horror Rp" and I thought I'd give it a go?

(I too don't know much about Lore outside Fallout 3, but I too will follow your lead. We shall see how it works out)

Name: Strive
Gender: Male
Race: English
Age: ?? (Roughly 27)
Speciality: Close Combat

Appearance:
- Height: 6ft1,
- Slightly Tanned,
- Bulky, Athletic Build,
- Very Short Buzzcut Black Hair
- Black Stubble Beard
- Blue Eyes.

Clothes:
- White Vest
- Dark Brown Leather Jacket (Open)
- Dark Blue Jeans (More Fitted Than Tight)
- Dark Brown Short Leather Boots w/ Steel Toe Caps

Weapons:
- 2x Power Fists

History:
He doesn't remember much of anything at all in his life. His memory must have been erased somehow? He thinks his family died at a very young age. He sometimes thinks he can remember their faces but the faces always change so he doesn't trust them to be right? The time that he can remember since his "awakening" as he puts it, he has spent alone, scavenging and scrounging anything to keep him alive. It wasn't until an encounter with a group of slavers where he was backed into a corner before he realised that he had exceptional combat skills and reflexes? but how?... He is trying to find the missing pieces of his life...

In a bid to try and unravel his past, he became a mercenary and travelled alone doing any job offered to him. He wasn't picky because he knew that he had to create opportunities of any kind in order to find out who he really was, but in doing so he had done a lot of horrible things? He didn't know his real name but decided to call himself "Strive" after rummaging through pages in a library when he found the dictionary definition of the word: "to make strenuous efforts toward any goal: to strive for success." There weren't any lengths he wouldn't go to piece together his true identity and feel whole again, instead of feeling like an empty shell.

A few years had past and one day he sighted a group of scavengers and decided to follow them back to their home? He was a very perceptive person and something about them made him feel? different? good different... So he took a gamble, got their attention and offered his services to them. He would help them in any way he could in exchange for a safe place to sleep and enough food and water to live. He didn't want anything from the scavenger trips, he just knew that travelling in a larger group would allow him to cover more ground, safer, increasing his chance that one day he would get his memory back and unlock the missing chapters in his life and become whole again?

He is very perceptive and agile with a great deal of endurance. His strength is unmatched (especially with his powerfists) and is proficient in hand to hand combat.

Personality:
He is quite a reserved individual who doesn't like to give too much away just in case he becomes vulnerable. He sees everything as either a weapon or a weakness so he is always weary and stays alert at all times through force of habit. He is brutally honest, but has a real sweet side to him that not many get to see. With his loss of memory in conjunction with the horrible lengths he has gone to regain his memory, he has become quite a serious and quiet individual who tends to keep himself to himself.

(I have re-written this a few times now and I'm not entirely sure if it's how I want it so I might make a few changes. I look forward to the start of the RP)

[x a million...]

OOC: Look fine? I'm guessing one of the games you mentioned was Bioshock, but I'm not sure about the other.

Name: Adam Vimes
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 52

Specialty: Assault

Appearance: Adam is an old man, and it's fairly obvious when looking at him. He stands at 6'2" and is of an average weight. His hair was a dark brown, but by now it's graying, as is his thick beard and mustache. He's very muscular from a lot of hard labor, and he has several wounds of various shapes and sizes. He's missing his pinky finger on his right hand, and two toes. He has a good tan, but he also has more than a few wrinkles on his face, which is something he doesn't like being brought up.

Clothes: An old, white t-shirt with a great many stains on it, one for every color of the rainbow, a set of of khaki pants with more than a few holes in it, and set of brown boots.
Armour: When he needs it, he uses a set of regular, worn looking leather armor.
Weapons: An assault rifle, a .32 pistol, and a hunting rifle strapped to his back.

History: Adam spent the first twenty years of his life in Ronto, and half of that was spent training to be in the Guard. However, soon after his twentieth birthday, tensions began rising in the city, and violence soon erupted. Adam, not wanting to be caught up in it, fled the city, shirking his duty as a defender of Ronto. Since then, he's wandered the northeast coast for quite some time. He skirted the edges of the Commonwealth, knowing that they would not allow him entrance, and headed to the Pitt instead.

All he needed to see was a vast minefield and escaping slaves blowing up in the distance to convince him to turn around. Afterwards, he wandered that general area for a while, eventually entering the D.C. area and having a run in with super mutants. One missing finger later, he settled down in Megaton, and took up a job as a scavenger. He's spent the better part of twenty-five years in that profession, and is well trusted to get the job done when a scavenging party is being assembled. Though he isn't the shot he once was, he still has many years of experience under his belt. The question is, how long until the former ends the latter?

Personality: Adam is a pleasant man, most of the time. He isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. Indeed, as he says, he might as well be a spoon. He is, however, as straight and honest as they come. Naturally law abiding and courteous, he very rarely gets on anyone's bad side, and when he does, they usually just write him off as a senile old man. Though he tends to ramble and is rather forgetful, he's very trustworthy and easy to get along with.

[Pawel Platek]

Name: Royce (Roy) Fredriksson
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 32

Speciality: Demolitions

Apearence: Stands 6'3" tall but is rather lanky with long fingers, dark brown hair that is just above chin length, beard that is more from lack of bothering to shave than a conscious attempt to grow facial hair, heavy-lidded eyes, dark eyebrows. Severe scar on his right shoulder that limits its use, left handed.

Clothes: T-shirt that was once red but has faded to a reddish-pink, dark brown cargo pants, pre-war army boots, black gloves that are missing the finger tips on his first two fingers, denim jacket
Armour: Kevlar vest that has 'SWAT' sewn onto it, helmet with tinted full-face visor, leg armour that was cannibalised from an old bullet-proof vest, anti-flak coat
Weapons: 10mm sub-machine gun holstered in the small of the back. two hip bandoliers of genades, a messenger bag filled with many types of explosives, (timed, mines etc.)

History: Born and raised in Nevada. New Reno to be precise, after a bomb scare killed his father and crippled his sister he decided to learn as much as he could about explosives. After spending a few years as a raider, Roy managed to find a pre-war police station, though it was mostly scavved out he managed to find two bullet-proof vests and a small cache of explosive related things (disarming handbook, timers, tools, anti-flak coat) Roy then bought his way out of his raider gang and spent the next four years of his life doing nothing but researching explosives. Eventually signing on to several merc style groups.

Personality: Sarcastic and bitter to people he doesn't respect, sarcastic and kind to people he does, cynical, much sharper than most people expect.

[Alexis Estrada]

Ambrose, if Adams stayed in Megaton for a while, he and Edward would probably know each other. What time did he leave?

And it looks like we are getting some top notch RPers in here, so this is sure to be good.

[Monique Cameron]

Ambrose, if Adams stayed in Megaton for a while, he and Edward would probably know each other. What time did he leave?

And it looks like we are getting some top notch RPers in here, so this is sure to be good.

Well, when Adam arrived in Megaton, he essentially set up shop there. He still wanders and is often out on a job, but any long-term resident of Megaton would have no problem recognizing him.

[Avril Louise]

And it looks like we are getting some top notch RPers in here, so this is sure to be good.

Awww shucks, y'all just know what to say ter make me happy.

On topic, what year is thing thing set? Need to know fo my character's back story.

[victoria gillis]

B-B-B-B-B-B-BIOSHOCK

thanks for the spoilers!!!

jking, but yes thats the major game im gonna rip from, the second one will be System Shock (not much left to rip. amiright?)

but yea, im working on how to make the story work but not be the same as the actual game
and how to warp it into the fallout realm

[Victoria Vasileva]

The best way to change it Fallouty... Hmmm... Add guys in Power Armor and you got it! (I've played Bioshock.. Good game, good idea and well, I have to say your intelligent!) Or, just have Fallouty weapons as well as Tommy Guns etc. Plasmids even might be interesting...

[Kira! :)))]

Name: Luke Thomas (first and only time my real name will appear in an RP)
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 27

Speciality: Bandito ( sort of like a dualist who also thieves)

Apearence: Luke is six foot one with jet black hair that seems to almost svck the light out of the air. Luke has brown eyes that seem to look through you rather than at you and have a tendancy to wander around never settleing on one specific thing. He has broad shoulders and thick arms, he has large callussed hands that indicate the hard life of the wastes. His face is always filled with his exited energy making him look many years younger than he actualy is. Luke's hair is styled into a fuaxhawk that is quite long at the back but not quite a mullet. He wares a white vest with an old black shirt with rolled up sleeves and the buttons open, he also wears a pair of black jeans and some working boots. Luke wears many scavanged gold and silver rings, one on each finger alternateing in material.

(sorry didnt realise there was a sebichte catergory for clothes until i finished)

Armour: Luke doesn't tend to bother with armour and is constantly getting nagged to wear it by his team mates to which he always replies, " If I'm slow enough to get hit then I deserve to die."

Weapons: Two scavanged napolionic pistols worked on for years to reach full working order fireing a 44. magnum round.

History: Luke was born to a travelling trader of questionable buisness practices and morales. Luke was raised from a young age to steal from customers and was rarely caught, his father saw these as tests of character and left Luke to get out of the situations himself.
Luke soon left his father and travelled the land stealing and pickpocketing to make a living. During this period most of what he stole went either into gambleing or various drinking establishments. Luke got into real trouble pickpocketing a guest at Tenpenny Towers, at gunpoint Luke struck a deal to start stealing proffessionaly for the old man. He made a successfull career out of this until he stole his two valuable his pistols from Eulogy Jones.
Luke fled D.C to escape the Slavers and to find a group he had heard scattered word of, this is how he came to be part of the squad. Luke has developed his skill with the two guns, that along with the clothes on his back and the rings on his fingers are the only remnant of his life in DC to a highly profficient level with the group. The group has done very well supressing Lukes cleptomatic tendancies but these skills are needed on occaision. The group tends to be very accepting if not entirely trusting of Luke's background and learned very quickly not to enter a card game with him.

Personnality: Luke is a lovable rouge who loves a laugh and a drink in equal messure. He makes close bonds with all his friends and would do almost anything for them as long as it doesn't endanger him or his pistols (he has named his psitols Igor and Frank). Luke has tried hard to put aside his urge to steal but when tempted he gets edgey and irratable. Luke is good as a wall to bounce ideas off or even a shoulder to cry on and looks up greatley to the older members of the group especialy thier leader (She is 6'9 how can you not look up to her )

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OOC: Sounds good, got a great group of writers to.

Edited to be generaly more readable; spelling, grammer etc.

[RUby DIaz]

I don't get it. A lot of you have your characters in D.C with no explanation of how they got to the other side of the country to join the group. Explanation?

[flora]

I explained why, as for how lets say he walked

[Alina loves Alexandra]

I see, you said fled the slavers and I just assumed you meant Paradise Falls, but you mean he fled D.C? Ok.

[Alberto Aguilera]

Sorry, I should have been clearer on that.

[Tinkerbells]

Mine good? I was intentionally vague about how my character met up with Kristen since I don't know a whole lot about the material.

[Emmie Cate]

seems good to me, i feel a tad out of my league in this rp to be honest, what do you think of my char sheet?

[Holli Dillon]

Not bad. I must say I'm excited for this RP, which is very rare. I don't know if it's the backstory or the quality of RPers involved in it, but I have a feeling this ones winning an "RP Award".

[Ymani Hood]

Name: Harley Andrews
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 24
Appearance: Short dark-brown hair, medium height, athletic, blue eyes, roughly shaven face.

Specialty: Gunslinger

Clothes: Combat Boots, Blue jeans, Leather Gloves, http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/1686/harleydavidsonjacketmen.jpg, http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/3561/roundsunglasses3.jpg

Armor: Kevlar plated Leather pants and Kevlar plated Leather jacket.

Other equipment: Homemade Saddlebags slung over his shoulder.

Weapons: http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/1781/ruderblackhawkconvertib.jpg

Personality: Nice guy, Always tries to find something to laugh about when in the worst situations, doesn't like uptight types who don't know how to have a good time and smile once in a while. Doesn't like to take unnecessary or stupid risks. Will stick with his friends, unless they have demonstrated a reason for him not to trust them, or if they don't trust him in the first place.

History: Harley was born into a slaver family. His parents wanted him to become a slaver, but when he was 19 he stole his father's gun and ran away from the slaver camp. He didn't want to be a slaver. He spent his life traveling the wasteland with a group of mercenary types, but soon realized if he wanted to stay with these people it would have been the same if he had become a slaver like his parents. So he left them and traveled by himself, mostly scavenging to survive. He has so far manged to avoid any hostile situation that he can, but has had a few run-ins with the odd raiders or slavers on his journey to the 'NCR' he had heard so much about over the years.