Character Sheet

Name: Calvin Cooper

Class/skills: (Based on the 40 point S.P.E.C.I.A.L. system)
Strength: 6
Perception: 8
Endurance: 7
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 6
Trapper; Small Guns, Outdoorsman, Sneak

General Appearance: He is 5'11" Caucasian man who's hair short, unkempt, and sandy brown with a long stubble beard.
Clothing/Armour: he wears a faded black (now a charcoal grey) t-shirt with faded brown overalls and combat boots. Calvin wears iron armor comparable to that of the http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Image:FO3_Armored_Vault_Suit.jpg.
Weapons: A well-kept hunting rifle in very good condition for its age with an old but reliable scope attached. Calvin also wields a 10mm pistol and a knife.
Other Equipment: a bedroll, flint, x3 fruit, 2 stimpaks, a bundle of rope, and a First Aid Kit.
Biography/History: Coop, as he is often called, grew up with his parents in the medium settlement of Westing. From an early age Calvin enjoyed exploring the wastes in his free time with his father's Red Ryder BB gun, picking off mutated rats whenever he could. He became a trapper with his late best friend, Milo Kurtail and his dog Mira (Meera). Milo and Calvin enjoyed working together; gathering Gecko pelts, hunting Yao Guai, and when good money was needed they would work as guards for the Westing House Trading Company Caravan. It was on one such Caravan than Milo lost his life from a sniper bullet in a raider ambush. Now Calvin and Mira the dog wander the wastes making a dangerous living. Besides his tagged skills, Coop is fairly good at Repair, Explosives, and Barter. Also has basic Medicine skill.
Mental Description: There are two sides of Calvin. Calvin on the hunt in the dangerous wastes says only whats needed to be said and is very alert and serious. He makes sure to never underestimate the perils that await in the wastes. When in town, however, Coop is generally laid back and friendly to those who are friendly to him. When in town he enjoys heading to the local bar to down some Gamma Gulp beer and talk to his friends or the locals. Calvin Cooper is of neutral karma disposition. He believes that in the wastes one must do anything they need to in order to survive. Believes groups and teamwork, and that 'going rouge' without some form of support is for dead men.


Being curious by nature, Calvin Cooper approaches the van. He has never seen any running, operable vehicle in his life. He tell Mira (pron. Meera) to stay and as he approaches the smells death fills his nose and wants to investigate. Cooper peers through the broken window in the back of the van and sees what appears to be a very large body under a tarp or blanket. Much too large to be human, and see what appears to be the end of a scaly tail protruding from the cover. He looks around and sees the men in the van, noticing the wounded traveler.
"Jesus, what happened here? Are you feeling alright? I always keep a first aid kit with me, you boys need some help?

Edit: OOC - To Kyle I have a higher medicine skill as it is one of my commonly used skills. For the sake of my character's integration perhaps you might want to consider letting me do it.

"It's a small graze, we are headed to Rivet City" 'What are you doing out here?''

"Hey, you want to sell me that rifle?" Kyle said. The weapon looked accurate and strangely familar.....

Marcus looked at kyle, shaking his head, "No you dont want to fix his leg know!", marcus grabbed the two wires and begain to hotwire the van, "When we get to rivet city, we might not be taking you three back to the hills, because first off this isnt my van its the guy with the wound", as the van sputtered to life, dave hopped back in, reving the engine and putting the van in gear, "Good Afternoon ladys and germs, this is your pilot speaking, we'll be leaving here shortly, so please buckle-up for safety, and enjoy the ride... Oh and one more thing, if you dont have a safety belt, please hold onto something!", as dave pulled back onto the road heading for rivet city, marcus slammed his foot onto the throttle smilling at the three new guys, "Dont worry I wont get us killed... YET hahaha just kiding", as the van roared down the road the four begain to talk about their lifes...

Cooper studiess the man and finally says:

"With all due respect, sir, you should never underestimate the severity of any laceration. The wastes are simply too dirty and avoidable infections take limbs every day. Oh! I'm Calvin Cooper by the way, but you can call me Coop in you want. The dog's is Mira, and I'm a trapper here in town selling my Gecko skins and a mighty fine Yao Gaui pelt. I've got two, but I use it to keep warm on cold wasteland nights. I'm afraid I can't depart with my dear old rifle. She's my only means of income at the moment. So do you need my help or not, because I've got to head over to the market real soon before it gets too dark."

Edit: OOC:Uhh, I guess you drove away when I was talking to him, huh? Dunno what to do now if thats the case.

After arriving at Rivet, Kyle thanked Marcus for the ride and went to find some parts for "hill's" ancient steam truck and got a few gifts for his little brother and family. After enjoying a local bar he set off to see the overseer again. He hitched rides to Route 5. After traveling for awhile, they reached dead hills and drop off their new supplies. Then Kyle set off by himself to reach Vault 148. Several hours later reached the Vault Dwellers Camp.


OOC: See you guys, am out.

OOC: I'm going to leave and maybe come back tomarrow. I'll try to incorporate my character some other way I guess...

thank you!!!, if you would not mind removing all the posts that say NVM it would be very appretiated.

Alright people, this is very close to becoming a ces pit of spam, in that case i will ask for a lock. From now on every post must be at least a paragraph, no hoping the country in a single post. From here on out this rp willl function properly or else i will kick people out. You will only recievce one warning and after that you are banned until i say otherwise. Understood? Keep small ooc posts gone and use the pm function. I also want to repeat that I am the only host in this game until i appoint someone else, so relocating and creating things randomly is a no no, i wrote out rules for a reason..

there are only two major areas with people the rp concerns so far, the ghoul city, and vault 14B to the north of it. Everyone else you are in the wastes around these ares. I am actually offended by the fact people have tried to relocate the city without contacting me.

So the cities have not been moved, the ruins where the death claw was killed is in the waste in the vicinity of Vault 14b and the vehicle has just suffeed a flat coincidently 100 metres or so from the base camp. The players have now been gathered. please keep yourself undercontrol. Read the rules, read the how to rp guide and if you can not handle that quit now before i kick you. I appologize for the space time continium leap but that just had to be done.

http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk30/nillocnroh/THecomplex1-1-1-1.jpg

This map should help.

Kyle returned to Vault 14B to talk to the overseer. His leg was in bad shape so he was hoping the local doctors could help patch him up. He told Lenny and Harold to stay in "Hills". After picking up some drugs to take his mind off his legs he began his trek. Going through old forests he saw the scars these trees beared and was glad the planting had gone well on the north side, where 5 years ago Super Mutants burned and killed their way to the center of the town. He then reached Route 5 andd traveled up the old dusty road. He heard a few quick shots and dropped to his side. Somebody was taking shots up ahead at someone. Slowly moving forward he tried to get a better look at the shooter, but he step on a branch and the shooter turned around. 3 quick shots from Kyle lanced out and killed the man.

He saw it was an Enclave sergent. "What the Hell, why is the Enclave back here and why such a small group." "Over his radio he heard the universal code for thank you. He grabbed the uniform, his winter gear(Along with some sealed documents)and set off again. He reached the camp and went to see the overseer.....




OOC: Are the Vault 14B dwellers building yet or are they just staying in the Vault at night until everything gets set up?

Vanne was enjoying the ride in the Van, when suddenly it broke in the middle of the way. -Damn!-
Marcus, What we will do know, does anyone is good at repairing vehicles? I know how to keep a weapon in good shape, what we will do? He says, dissapointed with the broken Van.

they are not in a hurry do to the combination of beds and a security system in the vault.



IC:
You hear talking in the distance slightly to the north east.

Kyle requested an audience with the overseer. He knew this one may not be like the others but he knew had some expieriences. He was taken to inside the vault. He had never see the inside of one but it was better then he imagined. He wondered why they would ever want to live out in the wastes. With him he had the Enclave papers and his laser pistol. He wanted to see what the overseer knew about the Enclave since their intentions were never good. After going down a few levels he was sent into the overseers room....

Kyle held up his new found items and said "This isn't good"......

Vanne took the picture out of his pocket and started crying, then he grabbed his pistol and shot himself in the head.
Im out of here, it was [censored] fun but this rule of saying too much is just idiot. Sometimes there isn't anything to describe. Farewell

ooc: time to start releasing plot peices.
Over seer's chamber
"What would those papers be" Lueck questioned, pointing to the papers. In fact he had regocnized the papers immediatly, for he had recieved a similar package through a hidden terminal in his office that had a link to the outside world. A package that had given him orders that no one besides himself and the giver knew about, now that the vault was open strings where already being pulled, the right people contaced and plans put in place. A beep echoed out from his chair.

Else where, a small control room

Typing into a small computer, 18 -stop- too many -stop- calling back half -stop- in position -stop- engage on command -stop- signal fai -transmission lost-

Damaged vehicle
The pack of feral ghouls are approaching they are about two hundred metres away, you could probably rach the vault before they catch you if you abandon the corpse, if not you may not live...

Ic: The wastes have claimed another victim, in the horrid hell that the world has become insanity and extreme depression are far more common, this man was no different that hundreds before him.

ooc: you saved me the effort of killing you thanks, however it is for the best if only those willing to do what is necessary to stop the rp from becoming spam play. However I will not stop you from submitting another character if you change your mind, if you have any outstanding questions pm me. There are always things to add, like the reason behind actions and thoughts or physical descriptions.

Marcus quickly jumps out of the van grabbing his rifle from the back of the van next to the deathclaw, while looking at vanne sitting in his seat dead, marcus quickly grabs his rifle, turning around at the pack of feral gouls, "Take this [censored], I'm not leaving untill I'm dead!", marcus quickly fires four rounds into the crowd of gouls, stepping back as they approach...

They are now about one hundred feet away minus the one that suffered a head shot from marcus's hunting rifle that is laying in the dirt behind the crowd. The other shells all hit a target but whether through pure determination or radioactive strength the others keep running. One stops as it's hand falls off, it picks it up and resumes it's charge. Near the back their is one ghoul following the others, it is over six feet tall and is wearing military equipment, however its mental damage stops it from using the weapons the body armour will stop everything short of a close range rifle or stronger shot. Their behavior resmbles a pack hunting tactic with the alpha in the back coordiating the attack with crude tactics that become apparent as several charge from your rear about two hundred feet away and some in the main group break off and flank to your left blocking your way to the vault.

Marcus quickly slings his rifle over his shoulder, as he pulls out his .45, firing seven shots into the crowd coming towards him on his left, marcus reloads his .45 as he aims at two gouls heads, and running towards the rear of the van, trying to lure the gouls blocking his way towards the vault...

The ghouls give in to their feral instincts and all the ghouls break formation and charge in an unorganized mess coming from all sides, the two that drop dead from Marcus's shots are quickly replaced by additional ghouls that are just as blood thirsty. The alpha ghoul had stopped behind waiting for the kills to take place. the first of the ghouls are about twenty five feet away, time to think quickly or lose some limbs. There Are afew bodies in the crowd from the blind firing, however that is a small comfort as the leader of the charge jumps towards Marcus, food on it's mind.

Billy runs over the crest of the hill, hearing gun shots that sound like their coming from a pistol, as billy rushes over the hill, he see's a horde of feral gouls charging towards the mysterious man, billy see's a large goul, jumping towards the man, billy fires at the goul with his assault rifle, aiming for the head, billy fires into the crowd of gouls, and begins to throw pipe bombs it to the crowd, he yells to the man, "GET IN THE VAN, I'll HELP YOU", billy continues to throw five pipe bombs into the crowd, and firing into the gouls with his assault rifle...

Marcus looking towards the strange man on the hill yelling at him, continued to fire with his .45 into the oncoming gouls, marcus ran to the back of the van, opening the door marcus turned around firing his .45 at point blank range into a gouls head, as he closed the door, locking them, marcus could hear the sounds of the bombs going off, outside and the sound of automatic gun fire, as the gouls shook the van...

brian wakes up to shaking of the van. he rushes over to a window to only see about 100 gouls. brian quickly looks for his rifle ''forgeting he left it''. brian punches the side window breaking it. out of the corner of his eye he notices his sledge hamme. with a smirk on his face brian breaks the back window jumping out...

"It's alot of gibberish to me, it's a damn code" he send handing the overseer the papers stuffed into the unsealed folder. He had the original papers back in his pocket since he wasn't too sure about this. "I could understand the map though, and they know your outside and they have incomplete reconnissance on Hills" "You wouldn't happen to know anything about these Enclave boys returning would you?" He said accusingly. He palyed it off as a joke and told of the last time the Enclave came here. "They landed just north of my hometown, in their vertibirds" "They marched through town and where surprisingly friendly" "Soon though they began to take people who got too close to their HQ, they began to take and beat people killing any ghouls or mutants." "Everything went sour, fistfights, robberies shootouts" "They locked the whole town and pressed alot of us into slavery" "They later went south, searching for something". "Boy did we have fun with them when they got back" A smile cracked his lips for the first time in years

"They said they would return, I guess they are acting on their promise" "We never found what they were went looking for"....

He did take note of the overseer's face when he talked about the Enclave coming back having to do with him, something didn't feel right....

Nillocjames, I come here representing me, Dr. Strangelove and squilpowers to say that we are no longer part of your RP. Have a good day.

yeah fight the power wooo any one who wants to join our feel free to

fight what power?
O well means I have characters to kill I will kill or not kill strangelove when he confirms what you said..

IC:

Brain leaps right into the hands of a waiting ghouls, after a quick attempt to escape a ghoul hamstrings him with its claws and tackles him to the dust, he is slowly atten alive by the ghouls.



in the distance you see a large group with unloading boxes from a some kind of cave.