Okay then. I tried starting this up a long while ago,and it was suggested I join other RP's first. I did that, and anyone who has RP'd with me will agree that I'm a good writer (Albeit the slightest bit of an ass, but mostly blame the charicter). So I'm going to try this again.

Its your standard small-group combat-oriented RP, so I'm looking for 5-6 RP'ers, no more. You can post your sheets here, then I'll PM you to tell you if your accepted, denied, or what in your sheet you need to fix or edit. Please delete your post on this thread if I outright deny you, as to reduce clutter.



Detroit....when the bombs fell, almost every citizen was instantly ghoulafied. Most blame this on the already high background levels of radiation in and around the city. The last bastion of human survival is Vault 27, which was never part of a social experiment and holds over 600 citizens. When the vault was supposed to open for resupply, they found the entrance shaft and area around it teeming with the irradiated scum. The vault overseer has sent out a signal by radio, offering any surviving humans a safe place in the vault if only they clear the entrance shaft to allow the vault dwellers to go gather supplies from the city.

A group of wastelanders has gather together and made a pact. To enter the city, kill every ghoul in sight, and make it to Vault 27....or dont come back at all. You will have to enter the city, fighting off the swarms every step of the way. You all, for some reason or another, have finally decided that you can no longer live in the wasteland, which is why you agreed to go on this suicide run. Chances are you wont make it twenty feet into the city limits.

Rules are like every other RP...no god modding, no uber starting gear, no charicter killing. Be creative with your charicters and have fun with it.

Suggested Charicter Sheet:

Name:(Self Explainatory)
Nickname:(Optional)
Gender:(Duh)

Physical Appearence:

Bio:(Your personality, your upbringing, and why you decided to risk everything.)

Armor/Clothing:(No Power Armor)

Weapons:(No More than 3-4, you can find better guns and you go)

Food/Medicine/Ammunition:(You'll need it. And you HAVE to list ammunition amounts. Something Realistic)

Name: Jim

Gender: Male

Physical Appearence: Jim is an athletic young man, 6'0 tall and weighing about 165 lbs. He has dark brown hair and eyes which contrast starkly to his fair skin tone. His facial features are very defined, including his strong jaw and cheekbones. Jim wears dark blue combat armor common to the security force he was a part of.

Bio: Jim found his life to be simple, yet rewarding and happy. Considering the circumstances of the world, he lived a fairly comfortable life in a small, peaceful settlement. A strong sense of right and wrong became a recurring theme in his life, and when he came of age, he found a job as a security guard for his settlement, protecting the town from harm. At the age of 26, he was a proud father and husband, now creating a family of his own. Everything in his life was going well... Until the ambush.

A large group of heavily armed raiders besieged the town, burning Jim's perfect world to flames. Before he could react, his family had been murdered, and he was forced to flee with the few survivors. Grief struck the broken man, sending him into a depressed state. One by one, the group of survivors perished. How he wished to be one of those who could go no longer, but Jim would not die.

As his existence became too difficult to bear, he met a strange group of people with a crazy plan. Jim needed this, this new life for himself, and he could not do this alone.


Armor/Clothing:
1.) Security Uniform (Dark Blue)

Weapons:
1.) Combat Shotgun
2.) Combat Knife
3.) Baseball Bat
4.) Flashlight
5.) AK-47 Combat Rifle

Food/Medicine/Ammunition:

1.) 32 Shotgun Shells
2.) Canteen of Purified Water (Dwindling)
3.) 2 Stimpacks
4.) Brahmin Steak
5.) Three 7.62 Magazines (30 bullets per) = 90 Bullets

Oooh, sounds fun! Nothin' better than a good ol' zombie bash!

Name: Mark

Gender: Male

Physical Appearance: Small of build, Mark is definately not a big man. Standing at 5'7" and weighing in at 130 pounds, Mark is not a body builder. He has blue eyes, hidden behind black eyeglasses. And sporting a head of greasy, dirty-blonde hair that is always falling into his eyes, not coming past the bridge of his nose however. Usually covered in grease and grime and at least one electrical burn on his jumpsuit you can tell he doesn't care what he looks like.

Bio: Mark was always and odball. He prefered spending his afternoons as a child fixing up and spending time with the towns robot (a protectron model nicknamed Glaze by Mark), instead of hanging out with the other boys. Eventually the town gave over the ownership of Glaze to Mark because he was the only one who could keep the old lug running. The robot became his obsession, all technology did infact. He worked on, uprgraded, repaired, and all around tinkered with Glaze all day, every day.

But, the town had one relic he always coveted, a AER9 laser rifle! After perfecting Glaze to the best of his abilities, he began to obsess over the rifle. Eventually he couldn't stand it any longer and he knew he had to have it. He could only emagine the improvements he could make to Glaze if he had a weapon like that to work with. One night, after carefull planning, he stole the AER9 and fled the town, with Glaze, his toolbox, and his prize. He never returned, or did he regret leaving. He then proceded to scavenge, steal, and aquire every peice of technology he could, with the help of his trusty companion of course.

One day, during a encredibly risky adventure into a old RobCo facility, his best friend Glaze, was shot down by a raider! Crushed beyond beleif Mark shot the raider, scavenged all he could (including a AER7 Laser Pistol) and went on his wa. Eventually during his exile he heard the vaults plea, he knew that acess to the technology of vault tech was worth everything! Besides, without Glaze, he had nothing left to live for anyways, and a vault would surely have more than enough robots to spare.

Armor/Clothing: Mark - ROBCO jumpsuit, upgraded with some metal plating to withstand the wasteland lifestyle.

Weapons: Mark - AEP7 laser pistol, AER9 laser rifle

Food/Ammunition/Medicine: 48 microfusion cells (2 clips), 60 small energy cells (2 clips), 4 stimpacks, 3 nuka colas, canteen of purified water (full), salisburry steak, toolbox of electrical components required to fix laser weapons.

I would join, but I don't like bigots.

None of my characters, or characters I'd like to create, would really fit well in this. Sorry

Name: Goliath
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

Physical Appearence: Very tall standing at 6'8". Long shaggy brown hair reaching down to his mid back. Very muscular frame, almost bulky. Various tribal tattoos cover his body, many of which are Nordic in nature. On his face is a thick beard.

Bio: A humble and rather quiet man. Goliath grew up as a Raider to the Blood Seeker clan, who were known for their warriors called Golems, who were massive men that made exquisite fighters due to their secret breeding techniques. Goliath was a prize warrior and son of the clan chieftain. However, after a fateful and long, bloody war with the Brotherhood of Steel, Goliath left his clan hoping to make a living further north as a mercenary. He found great work in the state of Michigan, fighting for a large company of Wasteland weapons manufacturers who would supply him with weapons, armor, and money, so long as he worked for them.

Using every bit of knowledge he could to further himself, and he does possess great knowledge, because Golems were not only great warriors but they were also well educated. Goliath killed many foes and became a bit of a hero in those parts, earning a legendary status with the locals as a "Good Giant". Eventually he left his employers after they declared he had made the area safe and they could hire the locals and supply THEM with weapons to protect themselves and the area.

He wanted to go to Detroit to kill the Feral Ghouls, simply for the fact that he hated Ferals almost as much as he hated the Brotherhood of Steel. He has nothing against the normal ghouls with a conscious brain, but Ferals were a plague and needed to be eradicated.

Armor/Clothing: Goliath's armor (in order from inner layer to outer layer): A thick brown cloth robe, pants, and shirt, combat boots, fingerless shooting gloves. A Thick suit of Leather Armor with metal plates bolted to each piece, Metal Shoulder Guards, Gauntlets, Chaussers (Thigh Plates), and Greaves. A Welders Mask.

Weapons: A large Battleaxe made of steel, Black in color carried on his back. A Spas-12 Shotgun, a large Combat Knife and a Mosin Nagant.

Food/Medicine/Ammunition: 2 Cans of Beef stew, 2 Bottles of water, 4 Stimpacks, 3 Med-X.

-62 Shotgun Shells

-100 7.62x54 caliber rounds

Name: James Morgan
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male

Physical Appearence: About 5'11, bald, slightly above average muscles. He has a thick moustache with an equally thick chin strip. He has 'SOAD' tatooed on his knuckles.

Bio: James is a relatively normal man, albeit prone to outbursts of violence. He is a bigot (obivously) and had no time for anyone that he sees as less important than him. He grew up in an alchohol fuelled enviroment, and so is no stranger to fight, often prefering to use his fists or a club to guns. He has become angered by the apparently growing ghoul population and has thus decided to risk his life to get into a haven away from the ghouls that he hates so much.

Armor/Clothing: Basic leather armour and helmet with metal plates placed in key locations (chest, face, groin ect.).

Weapons: Spiked knuckles, nailboard and a 32. pistol.

Food/Medicine/Ammunition: James very rarely carries anything other than a few bandages, a single stimpack, some tinned food and rougly 12 shells for his shotgun.


Edited because Sannes thought a shotgun would be unsuitable.

Name: Stephen Smith
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 16

Hair Color: Black
Hair Length/Style: Medium length and ragged.
Eye Color: Light Blue
Skin Color: Slightly Tanned
Height: 6'

Armor/Clothing: Black sneakers, blue jeans, a white tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket over his tee-shirt, Pipboy 2000.
Weapon(s): Switchblade, Laser Rifle, Laser Pistol, Combat Knife
Food/Drink: He carries three bottles of pure water in his backpack, three mole rat steaks, radroach steak, and yao-guai steak.
Medical: Five stimpacks, five med-x, five psycho, five jet, five buffout.
Misc.: Five blank holotapes
Biography: Stephen was born into a wealthy family of criminals. He was given the best and only the best. When he wanted something he got it. However eventually a ghoul who called himself, "Roy Phillips," came and killed his father. Ever since Stephen has had a blood vendetta against ghouls. He hates them, feral, sane, he wants them all dead.

After his fall from grace, he met somebody who had a strange wrist computer called a "Pipboy 2000." That person got in a fight with him, and lost. After cutting their arm off, he managed to get it and attach it to his own wrist. The thing was amazing, it even told him what he was looking at. He headed to Megaton, ready to drink his troubles away. When he walked in he heard the radio buzz, "Seeking adventurers to clear Ghoul City." With a grin he left the bar ready to kill some ghouls.

Changed your mind, have you, Zalphon?

Yes.

RESERVED!

Josh, PM me your sheet when you get it. I should let you know that if Ringman tries to join this, I'm only gpoing to accept one of you, because in mkost RP's I've seen, you guys start doing you own thing in little three sentence posts. Thats what made me leave The Manhattan War.

Name: Aaron Marcellus
Gender: Male

Physical Appearence: 5' 8", average build, brown/blonde hair that goes down to his neck (but doesn't get in his face)

Bio: Aaron never liked adhering to rules. That's why he could never hold down a job for long. Robco, Red Racer, Nuka-Cola, all dead ends. But that ended when the bombs fell. Now he's an independent merc, shooting anyone if it pays good caps.

Armor/Clothing: Black t-shirt, Camo cargo pants, Black army boots, Dark grey kevlar vest

Weapons: 10mm SMG, .44 magnum (no scope), switchblade in his boot (read the last chapter of MacBeth and you'll know why)

Food/Medicine/Ammunition: 60 10mm rounds (Three 20 round mags), 12 .44 slugs, 2 bags of beef jerky, 1 bottle of Nuka Cola

ummm... how did he survive from when the bombs fell to now? I'm not sure but most apocolyptic adventures take place like, 200-400 years after the bombs.

Don't you have to be a ghoul for that to happen?

Yeah. Almost every ghoul in detroit is Feral, so that is impossible. This is set when the vaults were supose to open, so its been 200 years since the bombs fell.

So the year is 2277?

Yeah.

Well how was I supposed to know. You just said "when the vault was supposed to open." In the first post you never said it was 200 years. Don't use mine then

So, when are we going to get this started?

Name: Peter Logan

Gender: Male

Physical Appearance: Dark brown, buzz-cut style hair. Thick, dark eyebrows. Straight nose. 6'3". Rather muscularly.

Bio: Peter was born into slavery and for many years he called Paradise Falls his home. Since he didn't know any better, Peter assumed that this was a normal life and grew accustom to the lifestyle. As he grew up the slavers noticed he was much taller and stronger than the other slaves, so he was used as a pack mule or a construction worker.

A tall, strong and skilled slave was hard to come by, so Peter was very valuable and before he knew it he was sold to a different bunch of slavers. These slavers travelled around selling and buying slaves from different camps. Peter was sold to a camp just outside of Detroit. In the camp he met another slave called Rooty, who had recently been captured.

They became good friends and it wasn't long before Rooty made a plan to escape. Peter was confused as to why they needed to escape, Rooty explained to him that slavery was not a normal life and then he went on to tell Peter that there are much better lives to be had. Together they planned to escape.

Rooty was a technician in a settlement before he was captured so he knew how to disarm the collars. He disabled every slave collar that he could, and then they all attempted to escape, using construction tools as weapons. While trying to escape Rooty was shot and killed by one of the slavers, Peter became enraged and killed the raider with his sledge hammer. He then took all the slavers stuff and ran off.

Peter was the only one to make it out alive, with the slavers after him and nothing else to live for, this shot at a perfect life is well worth the risk.

Armor/Clothing: Merc oufit

Weapons: Sledge Hammer and 10mm SMG

Food/Medicine/Ammunition: Salisbury steak, 2 stimpacks and 4 clips of ammunition.

I am eager to get started.

Name:Ryan
Nickname:None
Gender:Male

Physical Appearence:Has a normal build. Hes red-headed with shaggy hair and a beard and a scratches all over him. Dark brown eyes.Edit: 5'7 and weighs about 120 pounds.

Bio: Edit: As a kid he was a laughing stock because of his brain problem so all the kids bullied him and advlts avoided him. Kids often tricked him into getting hurt one time by giving him a baseball bat and told him to go out and kill a yao guai. When he went out he hit it a few times and it chased him until he got into the water and it ran away. He thought it was because it was afraid of him. He turned around and saw a mirelurk and then he got his way back to his settlement where they killed the mirelurk. The kids then the next day told him to hit a deathclaw with the bat. Ryan said no and they beat him up with a bat. The next day he found a 10mm submachine gun and he killed the kids then the advlts found out and exiled him but he came back and killed them and took everything they had. The next day raiders came and said they saw what he did and told him he should be one of them.

When he was about 14 he had already been tought how to hunt certain mutants such as yao guai and mole rats. He was hunting a yao guai one day and was hit down and shot it with a pistol in the eye. It was blind and he ran away the raiders the nthought he was ready to put on the raider armor. He went to his acceptance ceremony and it was infiltrated by another group of raiders and they were all killed but Ryan lived with inguries. He ran away with an asault rifle and a .44 pistol and started to pay people for him to kill them. He didn't get payed much but he ended up getting addicted to jet and phyco from this one traveler. He spends all his caps on them. He ran out of ammo for his assault rifle and only had two bullets for the .44 magnum. He can't survive out alone with all the mercs who want him dead and with his addiction he doesn't have many more options exept to risk it all.

Armor/Clothing: A duster and a bandana with metal plating under the duster.

Weapons: .44 magnum and a baseball bat

Food/Medicine/Ammunition: 2 Phycos 3 Jets 1 Crams and 4 Stimpaks Edit: 2 .44 bullets.

Gailtone, I don't run this RP, but you need a lot more biography and physical appearance.

Ok I'll edit it. Thanks for the tip.