Name: Ryan Sammuels.
Age:17
Race: Human
Appearance: Wears very old combat armor and a red bandana with biker goggles. Has shaggy brown hair. Right ring finger is missing. 6"4' feet tall
Traits: Skilled in the medical field and is enthralled with anything that is mechanized. has a southern accent.
Equipment: Old scoped hunting rifle and combat knife. Mentats, stimpacks, Med-X and bandages
Bio: Ryan was raised in the south. His family was in a Vault down in Oklahoma when the great war happened. After the war, his family had recieved a letter encourageing them to come settle Drilldon. So they did. It was a long trek, and it would be dangourous but his family stood up to the challenge. Along the way his father died of Rad poisoning. Ryan was unable to find him enough Rad away. One day, on his way back from a hunting trip he found his camp destroyed and the mutilated bodies of his brother and his mother. He spotted the raiding party that was most likely responsible for the attack and persued them. Ryan killed them all mercilessly with his dads old hunting rifle, But not before a stray bullet tore off his right ring finger. Strangely, right after these events he takes a liking to mentats. He continues on his way to Drilldon.

Ryan looked up at the city walls and checked his map again. his was pretty sure he was in the right place. With his rifle slung on his back, he walked into the town. His hand brushed the hilt of his combat knife as he looked around at the seemingly deserted ghost town. He headed further inward to search for anyone among the living.

This is my first RP, i hope i do good and i joined this RP because it has a interesting story

Name: Dominic
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: Wears leather armor, with sunglasses.Has short brown hair which is a bit spiky.
Skilled in small guns and very good in explosives. Has moderate medical skills.
Equipment: Chinese assault rifle and carrys a 10mm pistol as a side arm.
Personality: Dominic talks quite alot and possible more than Sticky from Big Town. Has quite a temper when someone or something annoys him. Doesn't like to kill people but will if necesarry, eg killing raiders.
Bio: Originally came from Rivet City, but decided to travel the whole Capital Wasteland. Addicted to all alcohol types but preferably whiskey and scotch. Has travelled up and down the Capital Wasteland and has made many friends with the caravans and Megaton also Rivet City.Dominic does not know who his parents were and where he was born. He does not even know his last name. Heard about Drilldon and decided to go to that settlement.

Dominic saw a settlement up ahead, as he walked above the hills. "Finally, i'm here!" Dominic continued to head to Drilldon approaching the walls. He placed his hand on his 10mm pistol as he walked inside the settlement of Drilldon. " Hello! Is there anyone here?"

Mitch pops out of the common house to see two men near the bridge. "Are you two here because of the letters? If you are, then we have raider problems, and need you're help!"

Ryan half drew his knife as the man exploded out of the nearby shack, but his words were not threatening so he replaced it.

"I have medical supplies and the necessary knowledge to use them and a trust worthy rifle. What do you need?" Ryan said, looking up at the man.

Mitch looks at them, "We need you guys to sit on that couch and watch for raiders.".

Dominic stared at the man and around the town. It wasn't in too great shape but was good enough for him. "Hey, im Dominic and i'd be glad to help! I mean thats why im here of course! Im quite the shot, and have a few medical supplies and can sneak around tight spots so im all yours! By the way, do you have any alcohol here? Preferably whiskey? Dominic said.

(sorry for the lousy post its late here and im tired)

"If thats what im needed for..." Ryan said as he looked down at the couch. It didn't provide much of a vantage point...And it looked quite uncomfortable. He unslung his rifle and cradled it in his arms as he sat down. he then reached into his bag and pulled out a pack of mentats, popping them in his mouth. He tossed the pills around in his mouth for a bit before swallowing them. He closed his eyes for a moment, as a smile crept apon his face. His eyes snapped back open, scanning the wasteland.

Mitch looks at Dominic for a straight minute and laughs, "Whiskey? Its the only thing we drink! Besides vodka. And nuka-cola. And water. Oh and you. Mind sharing those 'tats?".

Ryans head snaps up when the man mentions mentats.
"Be my guest! I've got plenty." A slight southern accent is picked up as Ryan said this. Ryan cheerfully as he reaches into his back for the drug. A few he pulls out a packet and takes out several of the pills, handing them to the man with his right hand. Ryan is careful to not let any of the precious pills slip into the hole where his ring finger should be.
"So whats your name partner?"

"This is my kind of town then!" Dominic chuckled. "Where's the fridge? I'll store all my whiskey in there. By the way, what are your names buds? Oh, i forgot to tell you. You can also call me Dom. " he told the two of them.

Name: Guthrix
six:Male
Appearance: Blue Eyes, Dark brown hair, undersettler
Armor/Clothes:customised Combat Armour and Customised Combat Helm
Age: 23
Race: Human
Personality:Strong And Bloodtirsty(AND BONKERS)
Weapons:Customised Assault Rifle(stronger and faster)Combat knife and Customised 9mm Pistol and a just in case customised fat man
Bio:Parent were raiders but after learning what they dide he destroyed there camp and killed his parents to pursue a life of good
a good person who helps all in need and is kinda weird at times(as in does waky stuff(not talkin to the moon but getting a tossing a sharp knife up and down)kinda waky)but has a trigger finger for raiders and muttys also is a wiz at repairing and customisation

guthrix walks in to town hand ready to get his rifle incase more raiders but finds no sign of raiders or muties so he goes further into the town for and finds many people

Adam sat in his large tent, eating a piece of some scavanger that had wondered into their camp earlier. The tent was quite lavish inside. It had some old gold trim around the borders, and some soft pillows and matresses. Women were sleeping and talking with one another, and men of Adam's highest rank, were speaking as well. A man walked in, his Mohawk was tall and red. His face was tan and dirty, similar to Adam's.

"Are you ready?"

"No."

"O.K., we're still waiting for you. Take your time." The man said poking his head back out of the tent. A woman was awaken by the man, and rubbed her eyes trying to adjust to the light.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Adam replied, taking a bite out of his meat. The woman just shrugged it off, and started speaking with the others. Wine, Beer, Vodka, and (Bundy) Rum were being passed around everyone.

"When are we leaving?" A man asked, handing Adamn a bottle of wine.

"Soon."

"O.K." The man said taking a drag off his cigarette. The women were all well proportioned, nothing was to good for "The Sand Eaters" Raider Clan. Adam was at the hight of his game, and could crush anything in his way with his iron fist.

Adam got up, and put on his shirt. He poked his head out of the tent, and threw the piece of meat away towards a group of dogs they had trained.

"O.K., lets get ready. We don't have all day!" Adam ordered pulling his head back into the tent. All the women in the tent left, along with the other men. Adam grabbed his weapons, and his intimidating Demon/Devil painted Wastehound hat that covered his entire head and face. The clan's warriors quickly assembled, and Adam walked out with his intimidating hat covering his face.

"WE'RE HERE TO SERVE YOU TILL OUR DYING BREATH, NIGHT STALKER!" The warriors said following Adam to their new target, Drilldon. Night was coming soon, and their sneak attack would be perfect.

OOC: May look long, but its not

Name- Brent Tao
six- Male
Appearance- brown hair,hair is straight and cut short,eyes look slightly asian
Armor/Clothes- great-great-grandfather's Chinese Jumpsuit,Vault 77 jumpsuit
Age-17
Race- Human(looks caucasian,but is one-quarter chinese)
Personality- born timid but has made progress,takes great pride in his chinese ancestry,the closet thing to a REAL historian you're ever going to see,struggles with life on the surface.
Weapons- Old Chinese Pistol, Custom Sniper Rifle,Half-Finished Knife,whetstone(good for sharpining knives and beating something to death)
Bio- Brent was born in Vault 77,and stayed there most of his life as part of a community of Chinese Remnant descendants who moved into the long-abandoned vault. His parents raised him to fully understand how fortunate he was to be there,recieving a formal education,learning about his American and Chinese heritage,and growing up with the vaults clean food and water. At age 15 he got tired of sitting around and playing with puppets,and left the vault to find meaning. Its been two years,and with his great-great-grandfather dead along with the otherS in the massacre at Mama Dolce he is willing to try and live out here a little longer before giving up and going back to the vault. The card about a place called Drilldon he found on a dead merchant looked promising...

"Oh god", Brent said before vomiting. "Still cant handle this crappy water", he said to himself while wiping his face. With the dirty water out of his system,Brent carefully walked back to his tent that overlooked Drilldon. As he often did,he started talking to himself, "Okay Brent,you gotta make a decision. Leave or Stay? This is the right place,but do I want to go down there? Look at those bodies they're still burning! Are they even the original settlers,or are they the bodies!?

Brent went on like this for quite a while before making a comprise with himself. "I'll just stay awhile longer,the raiders here havent been roaming the wastes much lately,so staying up here for a day will be safe enough. Maybe I can be sure its safe down there later."

Looking through his bag to see what food was left for the night,he saw only a pacakage of instant noodles,day-old dog,and half a bottle of wine. Brent gave a deep sigh,knowing this meant more nausea. "I'd kill a Super Mutant for a bottle of purified water and a clean carrot,right about now. I should've taken my chances in Rivet City,maybe they would've forgiven me for accidentally rupturing their waterpipe. Who am I kidding, I dont know why Harkness didnt put a bullet in me before they threw me in the river."

Not willing to eat yet,Brent grabbed the bottle of wine and made a toast to the people of Vault 77,the best damn people in the wasteland.

Hey guys, i might not be posting as often as im going to another state (im currently at Shanghai atm) but i will be going Beijing in a few hours. So when i get back to Australia ill be on quite alot!

Brent saved a few swigs of wine in the bottle,maybe there would be something to really about later. After sitting there for a second,Brent decided to check out the town one more time to help him calm down. After taking out his old binoculars,he noticed a few more people coming into town.

"What this now",he said with his intrest peeked,"they look like some regular drifters. Still...somethings not right. Everyones coming out of the woodwork,but why"? He didn't get it,he heard serious gunfire from around here,but instead of running from it,people were heading towards it.

"Why are these people so active anyway,the newcomers start working minutes after arriving,dont they question these people at all. If they have been fighting raiders this well, wouldn't they consider the raiders using spys?Dammit!!!"

Brent had seen it before,they even tried that tactic against the vault once.Were these people already infiltrated?

Adam and his band of +100 warriors, moved through the wasteland, picking up what they could along the way to Drilldon. Wastelanders who were in need, gave what little they new about the settlement, and were killed quickly after they were no more use to the war party.

"Night Stalker, when do we attack?" A commander in the clan asked. His name was Arrow, and he was a good looking man. Easy to see he had a heart, but whether it was red or black, was impossible to tell.

"Soon." Adam replied, looking and walking through the wasteland.

"O.K., that's good to know. I'm starting to get sick of these wastelanders." Arrow said, returning back into his line.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Sort of in a hurry.

"Damn!!" as he see's the overwhelming amount of people coming into the town. "Hey Joey looks as though we might not have to take the Brahmin. I'll meet you at your office, bring the most suitable people with you and we'll have to re-think this assault. OK?" he heads up to Joey's office and stands outside the entreance.

"Dear god...what the hell is that.",Brent said looking at the army in the horizon. Brent heard that the "Sand Eaters" were a large gang,but he never even heard of the Brotherhood having this many people. He anolysed them with his binoculars and saw that they definitly were raiders. Meaning that those people in town were the settelers after all despite how creppy they looked.

"Hmm...I see now. Those numbers are a trick. Most of them are equipped with crap. These people might still have a chance."

Now the only question was what could he do?

Is it too late to join? I hope not so I'll stay off until I get confirmation

Name:Frank Cabul
six: Male
Appearance: Tall and skinny, but strong
Armor/Clothes:Rectangular wire-rimmed shades, leather duster, sheriff hat
Age: 17
Race:Human
Personality: Quiet, but is easily angered
Weapons: A Customized sniper rifle for longer range, disassembled. A 44. Magnum without a scope and a butterfly knife
Bio:Frank lived a lone life since his parents were attacked by Super Mutants two years after he was born. A hermit took him in and fathered him, but soon died of a heart attack. Since then Frank spends time either working on his guns, or cleaning them.


IC: Frank stood at a distance and wiped sweat from his brow. The hot sun and lack of water caused Frank's vision to blur. He still noticed some vague activity going on, at the settlement he had been watching. He readjusted his hat and looked through the scope of his rifle, not bothering to put it together. Some men were approaching from the bridge. Frank watched in anticipation to what would happen. Judging by the band of Raiders, tonight would be crimson.

((Sure, but after the war))


Joey and Mitch saw the gang coming. Not another wave! Joey looked through his binoculars. "Damn!,". He ran outside, and grabbed a megaphone, "Everyone! Raiders! Over a hundred! Get to the armory, grab what you can! Go! Go! GO!". He watched as (Not players, NPC'S) Micheal, Josh, Tray, Seth, Chris, David and others grab hunting rifles, combat helmets, metal armor, shotguns, whatever they could, even shivs like broken soda bottles and sharp toothbrushes.


It was chaos. As soon as everyone, or, most everyone had weapons and armor, they place mines, set up turrets, and then head into the buildings (EVERYONE, as in not only NPC's) making the place look like a ghost town. They were waiting, when the raider would come close, they would ambush. (You're call what to do, MAD-MAX).

OOC: You all must have super vision with those binoculars, since my warriors were no where near Drilldon at the time. They were still a few miles off. But I can work with it

IC

Adam and his warriors moved through the wasteland calm and relaxed. The settlement of Drilldon was closing in, and already, settlers were rushing inside the settlement to hide from the oncoming horde of "Barbarian Raiders". Their weapons may seem primative to the unknowning eye, but their weapons of death and brutality, were just as good as any Brotherhood or Enclave weapon. Some carried large spear like weapons, with two lawn mower blades on either side, acting more like a primitive axe. Others carried rifles of different sorts. The town of Drilldon would see what the Sand Eaters had to offer.

"Should we attack, Night Stalker." One of the soldiers asked impatiently.

"No."

"But they see us, they're going inside the town. And probably won't leave!"

"Yes." Adam replied, ordering his "officers" over to him.

"YES NIGHT STALKER, PREPARED FOR WAR!" They said in unison. They stood with their mighty weapons at hand, their war pant covering their faces and body. Some had similar designs, but all were different in their own was.

"Surround the town. We'll starve them out, and then bring in some reinforcements. Do it immediatly!" Adam ordered.

"YES NIGHT STALKER!" They said, and quickly began surrounding the town with warriors. They stayed out of range of the settlers rifles, and other weapons. But had enough range to still see one another. Adam thought as he ordered his group of soldiers to make camp. They would wait until Adam thought of a time when to approach. Drilldon would need time to settle down with their sudden defensive stance.

Ryan stared blankly at the army of raiders as they laid siege to his new town. He instantly ran towards the food stores. There was no way the town could sit this out. No one had gone out hunting in awhile and all the town had was a little molerat meat and whatever the citizens brought in on their own. Ryan ran back towards the town mayor, Mitch.
"How badly are we outnumbered?" Ryan asked in his southern accent. He brought the scope of his hunting rifle up to his eye as he waited for Mitch to reply. He could see the raiders were very well equiped with decent armor and weapons. They were smart too. The raiders were to far out for anyones weapon to reach them.

Mitch and Joey were in the building with Ryan and about ten other people. Joey looks through his binoculars, "About a hundred. But. They're just standing there!". He points to (NPC) Jermaim, "You! Get on the second floor and try to snipe them.". Jermaim accepts, takes out his sniper rifle and head to the second floor and points the gun out the windows. He could see others were getting out sniper rifle, and scoped guns in general. There was (NPC's) Richy, Shakes, Ripples, and Kenny.

The only one outdoors, was Newt. The damn pitbull looked confused, sniffing around and barking. After a minute of it, he stopped barking, and headed to his dog house.

"Their cutting off the town. We'll be dead within the week without supplies. We have to force their hand." Ryan looked up at Mitch. "I have an idea...It will cost us some lives, but it could save the town."

"What the hell is going on here Joey?! How did they come so fast, without any warning or anything?!" as he gets to the upper rafters . "Joey I don't think we'll be able to take them all on at once, we need a plan, YOU own this town so YOU have to give us the orders!" as he unhoolsters his gun and aims out into the dunes.