The "morning" begain as it always had in Vault 55, the vault dwellers got up, ate breakfast, went to work, came home and spent the rest of the "evening" with the family watching t.v. or talking about their day. And as usual someone in the vault would get sick, go to the medical room, and be given some medication to clear the sickness, usually if the person was contagious such as a child getting the chicken pox or flu, they would be quarantined until they were given a slip signifying they were able to return into the vault populous, and could return to school or work.
Over the last couple of weeks, many vault dwellers have started getting sick from a mysterious strain of the flu, some vault dwellers have'nt even returned to their homes or familys. And as more and more dwellers begain to get infected with the flu, the non-infected dwellers have demanded the overseer's to release them from the vault. The Overseer's have heard the vault dweller's cry's for help, and have ordered a small gathering group be assembled to leave the vault, in search of a cure for the mysterious strain of the flu.

Ok so this is where you come into the story. It will begin as your character is chosen to be one of the people the overseer's have chosen to leave the vault in search of a cure, you and others will travel across the wasteland in search of the cure, but as you and your group travels through the wasteland, the story will begin to unfold into something not exspected.

RULES

1) No cursing unless it calls for it.
2) There are Three Gamemasters, TseyAkan, Squirlpowers, and Dr. Strangelove. We are GOD, anything we say happens, happens end of story) if you have a problem with something send one of us a PM, (NOT a post), we will be playing along with our own characters, to keep the story moving.
3) Only post things about what your character is doing, if you MUST talk to another player about something non story related, PLEASE use your PM.
4) If your character takes damage from a bullet or a super mutant tearing your arm off, you wont get that arm back, this is a realistic RP, no super speed, or any other super human acts.
5) All character sheets submitted must be examined by at least one of Gamemasters, before you may post anything on the forum. If you do post anything on the forum before being accepted, you will be kicked off.
6) Please try to have a fun time, we dont want anyone to not like this, it was setup by three RP players that were screwed over, so if you think your character is getting screwed over, please inform one of the Gamemasters.
7) The gamemasters do have a life, so at least one gamemaster will be on, if another has something to take-care off.
8) If your going to leave the RP, please inform one of the Gamemasters.

How to layout your Character Sheet

Name

Age

traits

appearance

clothing/armor

weapons (Must fit with your traits)

Equipment

Biography

Mental
Once you have all this filled out, send it to one of the Gamemasters via PM. Thank you and have a nice time

Name- Marcus

Age- 34

Class- small weapons, melee, tools.

Appearance- clean shaven (Sometimes), brown eyes, greased back black hair, muscular.

Clothing- Vault 55 jump suit, B-2 pilot jacket, white t-shirt under the jacket, blue jeans, old boots.

Weapons- 45 cal. pistol (21 rounds also with holster), hunting rifle (37 rounds also with sling), K-bar knife, Chinese assault rifle (45 rounds also with sling).

Other equipment- Blanket, Stim Pack (3), Bosen Pipe, Backpack, Rad-Away tablets (12), Razor.

Bio- Marcus has been living in Vault 55 since childhood, he was always a curious about everything as a child, him and his sister never got along a children, but after their mother and father were taken by the mysterious strain of flu, they became very close. After the overseer's ordered a group to leave the vault, and search for a cure, marcus quickly joined up after he had been told that his sister had the flu, by a doctor, who said she had to be quarantined until she was better, marcus agreed knowing that he would probably never see his sister again, and wanting to also see how the world was.

Mental- A man of few words, he stays away from people as much as possible, he's flexible to work with others, but under his terms, he has the ability to give off the wrong body language at times, LOVES to drink hard liquor or just beer.

name:brian

age-54

class: hacking(science) lockpicking smallguns

apperance: long beard overgrown warhawk

clothes: cowboy hat,puffy jacket,camo pants,bandana

weapon:hunting rifle sledge hammer{sledge hammer holder} ak-74U

equipment: stimpack {5} rifle clips {12} 30 foot rope {1} over the shoulder backpack {2} ak clips {20}


bio: brian was born in the vault brians wife dughter and son all died from the disease. he hasnt talked to any one sence the ''incedent'' when he heard about the search for the cure he voulenteerd to get away from ther disease and the place his only family was killed

mental description- brian is a quiet man. he doesnt take jokes very good especially about his family. he is also a very strong man who takes no prisoners

Name- Keleigh (Nickname - Key)

Age- 20

Class- Small Weapons, Stealth, Lockpicking, Speech

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

Clothing- Dark green/olive combat pants, white tank top, dark boots, loose fitting leather jacket.

Weapons- Combat Knife sharpened, cheap poorly made handmade pistol (12 round magazine, Two magazines in combat pants, One in gun).

Other equipment- Stim-paks (2), Iguana-on-a-Stick, Vault 55 canteen.

Bio- Keleigh has lived her short life in the Vault before the virus started to spread. She used to love causing mischief for the guards of the vault and for the other vault dwellers themselves. She did this with no ill-content, just for fun as there was nothing to do in the vault. As she grew older the immaturity stayed. She learnt how to get into the Vault's storage, often making her way in there and searching though it. One day her father became ill and decided to go to the medical room... He didn't come back. Her mother sent out her elder brother to the medical centre but he did not return either. Key began to worry and fret, she was there when the Overseerer was demanded to release the vault dwellers.

Mental- A fun loving girl, to used to living in the Vault. Ignorant of the dangers outside the Vault. She cares for others as her mother had taught her, although if an opportunity arose to steal something that'd improve her life, she'd take it.

Mark

Character Sheet:
Name: Mark Corbet
Age: 35
Appearance: Experimented on himself with body "augmentation" replaced one of his eyes with a robotic one to allow for better accuracy with weapons, this change is only noticeable if you look for it. Other than that he's pretty average. Short dirty blonde hair and a scruffy goatee.
Build: medium build, 5'10", roughly 185lbs, lean
Major Skills: Small Guns, Doctor, Science
Trait: Finesse, Targeting Computer
Equipment: two stimpaks, two flares, two water flasks, doctor bag, repair tools
Armor: Leather Jacket
Clothes: Loose fitting jeans and a white (slightly stained) button down shirt, some combat boots from the supply depot along with some snipers gloves
Weapons: G3 Battle Rifle w/ scope (2 clips) & a combat knife
Money: 50 caps
Bio: Within the vault Malechi is a well respected bio-engineer with a fetish for guns. He had a wife and a son (age 12) before the virus had spread, but sadly they were both taken by it. Over the years he has taught himself to be extremely accurate at long range to maximize avoidance of "rough" encounters, due to the fact that he truely dislikes bloody encounters. Mark wants to be detached from the situation, the long range accuracy, along with his overly cautious nature, usually can ensure this. When he heard about people going into the wastes, he signed up quickly, not just to help everyone within the vault, but his curiosity was also getting the better of him.
Mental State: Outspoken and opinionated Mark must always be right, even if this means taking days to find the answer. Overly curious to the point where it could get him in trouble. Has a very flexible "moral code."

Hehe, I finally woke up.
Here is my dude

Name: Vanne

Age: 24

Class: Big guns, repair and science

Appearence: Average body, his hair is long to the shouder. His eyes and hair are brown, he is tall.

Clothing: 2 Vault 55 Jumpsuits, boots.

Weapons: 10mm pistol, with 2 clips. He is not good with it, he also can use his his repair tools to kill people. No big weapons...yet

Equipment: 2 stimpacks, 2 water flasks and repair tools.

Biography: He always loved to tinker with things, computers, weapons, everything, so he evolved skills for these things. He was a good person, he always do the good thing, even if it is his way. If somebody kill his friend, he will want to kill that person, not make him go to "jail".
One day he fell in love, but the virus claimed this woman. Once this happened, and the Overseer called people to go find a cure, he quickly joined in, so no more people would suffer by that ill fate.

Mental: He always likes to speak when he is not supposed to, he is curious and have a kind heart, and love to tinker with machinery.

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Overseer Annoucement: We are still accepting new people to go out in the wastelands with us. We will wait for a few more time, if no new people join, Vault 55 door will open.

Name - Trent Rhodes

Age - 25

Skills - Small Guns, Barter, Unarmed Combat

Appearance - 5'11, Shaved Dark Brown Hair, Dark Brown Eyes. 5 'O Clock Shadow. Athletic Build, Hell Of A Smile.

Clothing - Vault 55 Jumpsuit, Black Shades, Black Boots. Blue Baseball Hat with the words "G.E.C.K.? We don't need no stinkin' G.E.C.K.!" printed in yellow letters on the front.

Weapons - Shotgun

Equipment - Shotgun Holster (Strapped to his back.) Duffle Bag filled with Shotgun Shells (30), Stimpacks (10), Vault 55 Water Flask, Rad-Away (10), Broken Radio, Cheesy Poofs (1 box), Bottlecaps (1,000)

Biography - Life in Vault 55 has had its hardships for everyone, Trent Rhodes being no exception. Trent's parents died when he was just an infant. Trent's father killed his mother, and then himself, for unknown reasons. Trent was often mistreated by the other children because of this. They would often tell him that his parents killed themselves because they hated him so much, and that one day he would go crazy like them, and kill himself or someone else.

Once the Overseer caught wind of this mistreatment, he put a stop to it immediately, at least he did his best to. Nevertheless, the other children continued to mistreat him over the years, resulting in him becoming a loner in a confined box known as the vault itself, where being a loner would seem impossible, but noone was more alone than he.

Not very intelligent, but still able to read, he spent his life in the vault studying what interested him, which were gun magazines, an old bartering book, a series of books entitled "The Human Weapon" which taught him his unarmed combat skills, and various comic books which helped him develop a sense of humor and a spirit for adventure which none of the other vault members but the Overseer, were privy to.

As time passed on, Trent's fellow vault dwellers mistreated him less and less, until they finally just left him alone. Trent chalked it all up to them getting bored with mistreating him, but the truth is that most of them had just matured enough to realize that what they were doing was wrong. Some of them even tried to make friends with Trent, but he had been a loner for so long, and was picked on so much, that he figured they were using him for something, or trying to hurt him in some new way. Nevertheless, Trent longed for friendship, so he opened up to them the best that he could.

Things changed suddenly when the Overseer announced that there would be a quest to save the vault's people. Trent didn't know how to feel about it, because he had no real connection to anyone in the vault. He figured the Overseer would not choose him to join the group, because the group wouldn't want him along. Loner or not, Trent wanted to help in whatever way he could. If it meant staying and protecting the sick vault dwellers, so be it. If it meant going with the group, he would do that too.

Mental - Being a loner has taught Trent to rely completely upon himself, it's the only possitive thing to come out of the situation. How Trent will react to joining a group after years of being a loner is unknown, but deep down, Trent has always wanted to be a part of something special, and to help others, so this quest is right up his alley. The other members of the group may even be surprised at just how special Trent can be. For that matter, it may even surprise Trent himself.

You guys care if I just copy my Colonization sheet over here?

thats what i did so go ahead we know yours so you dont have to pm us

jsut fit bio to the scenario

As the group begain to assemble to the vault door, marcus knoded at the contoller to open the door, the sound echoed into the ears of the group. As the group exited the vault, and the door closed behind them, they continued out of the tunnel, suddenly realizing how the outside world really was...

Marcus, looked around at the land and the group, "What the... I'm speachless", he looked at the group, motioning for them to follow him, "Come on everyone, we need to find a cure"...

brians eyes burned from the sun. quickly closing his eyes he felt the weight lift off his shoulders from the vault. he was a free man now and he new it.

brian turned his gun's safty off checking his ammo. walking to ask marcus how many extra clip he has brought along

Key stepped out into sunlight, shading her eyes with her hand. She looked around the bright, sun baked wasteland that lay ahead of them. She looked back into the dark tunnel behind her and sighed.

Looking back at the group she shrugged off her jacket and draqed it over her arm "I expected more... To be perfectly honest. I had no idea it'd be like this."

The Vault door started to open, Vanne was enchanted with mechanery used to make that technology, but once he stepped out and the sun burned his eyes, he was able to see the world, completely destroyed, a wasteland, all that technology and magic lost... and then he thought
"How are we going to find a cure, in this endless desert of destruction?" "How?"... His eyes saddened, and he start to follow his friend Marcus, and trying to make friends with his fellow adventurous Vault Dwellers.

As the group continued through the wasteland, marcus realized something along the left of them, behind some rubble...

"Everyone stay alert, all weapons should be safety off, keep moving dont stop, we need to hit a town fast"... Marcus motioned over to vanne and brian, to come over...

Vanne quickly came near his friend Marcus, worried. He came closer what whispered to him
"What is it, friend? Is there any problem? Please no, we just came out...."

brian slowly walked over to marcus. raising his ak-74U he shot a clip into the air yelling ''you''ll never take me alive''
quickly remebering this wasnt a movie he lowerd his gun blushing. brian quickly slaped another clip into the gun waiting for what ever was behind the ruble

Marcus looked at vanne for a moment, "I'm not sure, but I think something is following us, over there behind the rubble, I think I saw something, and where the hell...Brian stop firing your gun, look over behind the rubble"...

Marcus and the three and the group continued to walk down the beaten and cracked road, as the mysterious figure followed not far behind...

Vanne looked over the rubble and saw something too. Worried about the safety of the group, he quick pulled a wrench out of his repair tools kit, and got right for an attack. He followed Marcus, covering his back, worried, almost crying. "This world is hell"

Trent heard the loud screeching of the vault door being opened all the way from his room. He quickly lept up and started gathering his belongings into his duffle bag. He put his shotgun in his holster which was strapped to his back, he reached for his shades and hat, put them on, then headed to the vault entrance.

Before he headed out the door, he felt that his eyes should take in the world the way God inteded it. He took off his sunglasses, placed them in his pocket and headed out into the wasteland. The sun! It was so bright and intrusive upon his eyes. He quickly covered them with his forearm. After pausing for a moment, he took a deep breath and removed the forearm from his eyesight.

The first thought that came to his mind was that this place was nothing like what he had read in his comic books. Destruction was everywhere. The sky was like a blanket of ugliness over a world covered in much of the same. It was depressing, but even that fact did not keep Trent from enjoying the open air, and the feeling of freedom that had swept over him.

He lost himself in his own imagination of what could be in this new found world. That imagination ceased the second he noticed he was running behind and the group was way off in the distance! "Crap!" he shouted before running off to catch up with the rest of the gang.

brian slowerd his pace letting the girl catch up to him. hi he said to the girl he never met with a wide smile on his face.
im brian isint this place amazing, havnt ben talking for a month he started talking 100 miles an hour forgeting to let the girl speak. he relized what he was doing and shuted up.

Key, after falling behind from Brian, Vanne and Marcus heard the pattering footsteps of Trent running up behind. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as he caught up.

She stopped as the three ahead began to move cautiously. He winced and jumped back when Brian fired the gun into the air. "Christ!"
Her heart raced for a couple of moments she sighed again and moved against the rocks, and followed the three guys ahead slowly and carefully.

She reached for her gun and made sure it was loaded and cocked it. She looked over at Trent as he caught up.

She realised Brian falling back, after he introduced himself she opened her mouth to speak when he started talking fast. She raised an eyebrow and smiled and waited till he stopped. She grinned. "I'm Keleigh... or Key as known by, by most."

Vanne looked back to the 2 that were behind, and said "Come, there is something there!" He them points to the mysterious figure.
He was very scared, but once the group regrouped, he got a bit more calm, but he was still very nervous.
"Could the people from this wasteland be kind? evil? What could he wait, for his first encounter into the wasteland?"
He thought, but quickly start to pay attetion to his group and the mysterious figure.
"We will survive. If not, I hope we go to heaven"

Marcus looked back at brian as he talked to key yelling at him, "Brian get back over here, I need to tell you something"...

The group continued down the road, as the sun begain to get higher in the sky.

brian quickly jolted to marcus. pulling the lever up and back on his rifle and then letting it rest back into place.
''what is it marcus?'' blinded by the light brian see's nothing at all but a few people in front of him

Trent was in pretty good shape, so it didn't take him too long to catch up with the others. The first person he saw was Key, which was refreshing to him, because she was always kind to him in their days at the vault. Trent smiled at Key but that smile was quickly interupted when a shot rang off in the distance.

Trent reached for his shotgun, pulling it from its holster and loaded it. He noticed the shot came from Brian, a fellow vault dweller who also had approached him for friendship a while back. Then he noticed Vanne and Marcus. Two other dwellers which were kind to him.

Despite the fact that they were all faced with a situation of immediate danger, a calming relief swept over Trent as he realized that he was amongst friends, and nobody was there which had mistreated him in the past. As he lifted his shotgun, he thought to himself that the Overseer definately picked the right people for the job.