War never changes
The sealing of the vault sealed all those within fate, for decades nothing was heard of the outside world that had been destroyed within two hours, however that would all change in an instant. The nuclear exchange and sent humanity to the brink of extinction however, man kind consisted of survivors, and would not die easily.

"Code 616" bellowed out from a small man standing over a terminal beside the large metal plated doors that had sealed the vault for nearly two decades. Nothing happened for several moments then a the sounds of screeching gears rang out as the door started sliding apart. For the first time the members of vault 14B a small vault located along the United states and Canadian border saw the sun. They staggered out into the rediscovered light kissing the dirt on which they walked and shouting out rejoices of their freedom, then reality hit them. They where in lethal danger, they only had minimal rations, in fact that was what had forced them to open the door prematurely. Behind them large crates where rolling out on small tread mill like robots containing the remainder of their food while a hose connected to the remaining water was carried out by two large men, while several others handed out a small magnum handgun to everyone old enough to handle one as well as the remaining rations.
"Welcome to the new world, your world" said the overseer propped up on his cane a microphone in his hand and pistol on his waist.

To the North East and South there is rocky wastes however to the south you can see the outline of trees, and thus life.

Map: http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk30/ni...plex1-1-1-1.jpg


This is where you come in, will you rebuild society, conquer the shattered remains, or will you die in the barren wastes like so many before you...



Character sheet:
name:
Class/skills: (keep it real people, no one is a master of everything)
General Appearance:
Clothing/Armour:
Weapons:
other equipment:
Biography/History:
mental description: (behavior and strange quirks)


Rules:
No ubering: Your shot in the face from point blank ranch, your screwed hate to say it but your dead, this also means you can not run 50km in five minutes and anything else a human being can not do.
Me=god: i say that you suddenly become a necrophiliac you do (a cookie to however got my reference)
No character control: This includes saying other characters responses or hurting them without the other players permission.
Any Other thing I may have forgot: use common sense people.
Pm all character sheets to me, you may NOT post it untill I approve it.
I may call you on things via pm to liven things up, do not share these unless i say.
I will mod like god controlling the environment and npcs
Try and post a decent length, i relize the occasional ost must be shorter however please try for at least a paragraph.
Feel free to pm me about anything I miss.

My NPCs:


name: Abelard Lueck
age: 45
General Appearance:: rough, he is moderately tall however appears shorter due to a limp in his left leg. He has black hair and a black goatee however both have stands of grey
Class/skills: overseer

Clothing/Armour:flak jacket and black pants with a khaki shirt underneath
Weapons: revolver, and survival knife both on his belt
other equipment: cane, megaphone
Biography/History: A Canadian emissary to the U.S.A and appointed the overseer as an act of good will to the Canadian government.
Mental description: . He has an air of authority about him, he seems caring and polite however his charity only goes so far, he has had streaks of cruelty, and his mercy seems limited despite this he is well liked. There are some who claim dark deeds have been preformed with his hands however there are no reports confirming these.

Name: Kyle Johnson

Class/skills: Small Guns, Repair, Outdoorsman,

General Appearance: Tall, lanky athletic young man. Brown hair. Limps with his left leg.

Clothing/Armour: Old, worn combat armor. Normally old army uniform and a "Pirates" baseball cap. Backpack with supplies.

Weapons: Combat Knife, 10mm pistol (20 rounds), Hunting Rifle (30 rounds)

Other equipment: a couple stimpaks, non-perishable food

Biography/History: Roaming the wastes for a few years Kyle eventually found his home, among the ghouls in the wastes. He enjoyed their company but isn't the most social. Got his limp from a group of Geckos during a hunting trip. He now makes his living as a scavenger.

Mental: A kind, loyal but doesn't want to be a "Hero". Is respected by ghouls but regular humans sometimes look down on his living with Ghouls. Not very trusting. Quiet
END


It was a quiet, cold day. Kyle and two ghouls, Harold and Lenny were heading north near the hills.

They were searching for Gecko Skins to trade further South. After going for a half hour they noticed a small group of surprisingly clean humans. To grab their attention Kyle told Lenny to shoot over their heads....

This is not a good RP.

ooc:
one more and I will get everything going in full until then feel free to move along and do some warm up rping, however large amount of plot will not be given until then.




A burst of machine gun fire is shot in the direction of the shot by one of the overseer's bodyguards.
Abelard hollered through the megaphone "Surrender immediately, and come out"

name:brian

age-54

class: explosives lockpicking smallguns

apperance: long beard overgrown warhawk

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

weapon:hunting rifle sledge hammer

equipment: stimpack {50}
(likes to travel light)

bio: brian was born in the waste land his mother died giving birth to him. his father took him to a neerby raider camp trading him for a drink of fresh water.thats were brian lived for 10 years when they let him go leaving him with a hunting rifle. the raider taught him to be ruthless and unforgiving. his hatred toward his father gave him the extra strength to travel the world looking for his father.

mental description- he is a everyman for himself kinda of guy. takes what he can. and never gives back

the sun rose filling the wasteland with light. it was a cold morning. dave sat there still waiting for the yoa guai to take the beef he set out. with the rifle in his hands he was a killing machine.

With the Ghouls safely hidden, he holsters his weapons and heads towards the group.

He warns if the group is hostile for Lenny and Harold to warn Set back in "Dead Hills".

He began to walk across the field, he was tired and his leg was getting bad. He reached two guards who promptly slammed him to the ground, his left leg landing on some sharp rocks and went for his handgun. He let them take it and he tried to get up. Now his leg was in a bad shape, but the guards made him get up anyway. Going through the group he marveled at all the supplies these people had and how well maintained everything was. They took him ti who he thought was the leader, an older man with a noticeable limp and a tired look in his eyes.

He waited for the man to speak....

Name:Joseph Bales
Age:34 years of age
Location:America
Nationality:British
Mentality:Paranoid-scitzaphranha
Occupation:The head of a Magor stonghold Named Outcasts
Backround:Grew up knowing everything of Fear Doubt Hunger and loss for love and affection, All he hadto trust and reliy on was one voice in his head at an earlyer child witch grew into the hundreds and came to the brink destruction the options he had were Killhimself to end the suffering and sadness or strike out and kill the people that makes him feel and react this way... then one day he stopped and stared at the moon and the stars and said to himself there is anuother way, and that way people family can build love and prosper. Many lifes had been lost, no evil mutant, ghoul, nor raider could stop what needed tobe achived, people had taken notice joined up in the hope of a better place the numbers grew and soon became an unstoppable force. now at the age of 34 the territory the clan called The Outcasts control is the safest place in the wastes to have ever lived for any colour or creed. Strict rules of respect honour and loyaty all the way down to lil people... now what only hate was leftd was enclave, bos, small raider colonys and mutant spawn....

The sun sits just before its highest point in the sky, this means that it would be about ten am.

ooc: The rp has started in full and I must stress two things: make a decent length quality post that has legible grammar and spelling, also try and gather your characters or nothing will happen. i also stress i control the passage of time.

New people may still join.

"What where you thinking, firing at this group" he shouted signalling for all his guards to raise their weapons.



you hear a single shot followed by a cluster of shots in the distance coming from the south east.

the yao guai ran into sight feasting on the large amount of beef brian set out for him. brian slowly left the bushes firing at its legs. the mutated bear chargeged knocking brian over into a bush. brian staggerd looking for the bear franticly
he saw it at the far end of the pasure charging again at him. this time he was ready. briany swiftly took out his sledge hammer waiting for the bear to some into range.

He replied "I was trying to get your attention, anyway Lenny is a horrible shot". Not many friendly groups around here so I am cautious. "I am not trying to start a battle". "If i was hostile would I come here peacefully?"


Hearing the Shots he quickly pulled out his radio and ordered Lenny and Harold to come up with their weapons put away. "Do you think they are near Hills Lenny asked?" "No they seem to be coming up Route 5". Kyle ran to retrieve his weapon, not wanting to be unarmed.

the bear ran into range. brian slammed the hammer down as hard as he ever has spattering the bears brains into the dying grass. unaware of the visitors from vault 14B. brian started his journey back to his fort with the dead bear tied to a pallet tied to brians waist.

Marcus jumps behind a burned out car checking his rifle to make sure its loaded, as he looks towards the south-east from behind the car with his rifle stock against his shoulder as he spots a strange object or objects, moving from some ruins...

ooc:
misunderstanding, those where our shots going off, I had quoted someone else...

IC: As the surviors and Kyle are talking moans are heard in the distance, coming from some mutated creature.

Character sheet:
Name: Vanne
Age: 32
Class/skills: He's good with small guns and repair. The rest is average/low
General Appearance: Brown hair, it is a bit long (it's lenght is near the shoulders.)
Clothing/Armour: A normal white shirt, with a black pants.
Weapons: 10mm pistol, (13 shots left)

Other equipment: A picture of his dead daughter and wike. Killed by raiders. Some canned beans. And 3 stimpacks.

Biography/History: He lived in a shack alone in the wastes with his wife and daughter, but one day tired raiders wanted a place to rest and they found the shack and shot the three of them. Luckly, Vanne survived, and woke up abandoned in nowhere. Now he roams the wasteland.

Mental description: He's crazy and hates evil. So he may start shouting weird things with no reason because he is traumatized, he can't stand slavers and raiders.


Vanne started wandering the wastes, without objective

in the distance you see a large group of people with large creates leaving some form of cave.

Vanne cautiously aproached these people, but hiding wherever possible, but when he was coming he yelled "BEEEEEEEAAAAAANSSSSSS!!!!!!!!"

Name- Billy

Class- exsplosives, small weapons, lying

Looks- short haired dirty blonde, blue eyes, muscular, 5'8, 160lbs

Armor- none

Clothes- brown t-shirt, light tan khaki pants, WW2 RAF goggles, denim jacket, black shoes

Weapons- C4 (14), chinese assault rifle(156), 10mm pistol(34), hunting rifle(45), pipe bombs(12), Knife, he does'nt carry all them around at the same time.

Equipment- pack to carry stuff, stim packs (6), Rad-Away (6), mirror, books (3)

Bio- Billy was a child who used to live in a vault, but then when his father commited a crime, they were banished to the wasteland, where billys father died, saving him from a mutant bear, as billy grew up, he became facinated with exsplosives he learned how to make bomb, grenades, anything that would blow up, by a old man, who billy lived with out near chicago, after the old man died from mixing the wrong bomb making power together, billy travelled to the east coast, where he met a young girl, who was also traveling to the east coast, they gradually became a couple, but before they reached the coast, she was strickened with the FEV virus, and billy had to kill her. When billy finally got to the east coast he hit megaton, which at the time, was a booming metropalis for comerse and culture, but after tenpenny took control, megaton became what it is today, a large shanty town, billy bought a house in megaton, and works as a freelance merc with a fellow merc. named jon (Dr. Strangelove said that it was alright with him for our characters to know each other if it was alright with you), but billy never works with jon when he's doing a job for tenpenny.

Mental- He's a cool headed guy, who hates all the people who live in tenpenny tower, and anyone who thinks that their better than, everyone.

As the sun passed through the sky, billy with his trusty assault rifle, trekked through the wasteland looking for a place to get some rest, when he saw a man, he seemed to be about 30 or 35, billy yelled at the man, "Exuse me sir, I've been wandering for quiet awhile and I need some where to rest, the mysterious man stood up, grabbing some sort of long object...

Kyle asked where this group was coming from.
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Lenny and Harold walked up and were promptly patted down.


They heard the moans and they muttered to themselves.

Kyle asked if the group wanted to stay at Dead Hills for a night......

"No" Lueck answered and pointed at the vault, we have all the shelter we need. "Bring it here" he shouted and several men dragged over a large crate labbeled G.E.C.K. "this is all we need, however you are more than welcome to make use of our facilities" he said pointing at the human outsider. After a short pause, "However I must request they stay elsewhere" he commanded pointing at the ghouls.

The silhouette seems to be carrying a body over its shoulder, you think you recognize the outline from somewhere else however you can not place it, but you think you see a tail.

Marcus slowly moves towards the back of the car, continually looking over the top, to see which direction the figure is going, he lays his trigger finger on the side of the trigger-guard incase something happens. Marcus quickly moves around the car towards the figure, while using some of the debris for cover, and trying to see what the figure with the tail is...

ooc: should not have done that...




IC:
You quickly realize the silhouette is not so much a man but a horrid combination of man, lizard and devil. It stands about seven feet tall, it has sand coloured scales coating it's body and claws the size of you hand... each. You have discovered a new subspecies of death claw, an achievement to be proud of, if you live to tell the tale...

Marcus quickly stands up, taking aim with his rifle, firing at the death claw's head...

You have discovered another new trait about this species, their outer scales act like a crude suit of armour. The beast roars in pain and swerves around dropping the body it was carrying, a half eaten child. it sniffs the air using it's tongue like a lizard to get a rough idea of your location before lowering it's head to charge. however it is not all bad news as it ducks you see a small trickle of blood from where your shell hit.



You have a what appears to be a military officer approach asking what the ruckus is, if you have some sanity left this is a good time to use it.


although no one sees it there is a small group of ghouls approaching the vault, although no one can tell their minds have been destroyed and have no shreds of sanity left, they have become feral ghouls, a humanoid creature of low intelligence, durable, but not invincible.