The city of Denver, ravaged by years of neglect and war is nothing but a hellhole, infested with dangerous creatures and a deadly secret. The city is rich with resources, which is why it caught the attention of the NCR, who have sent salvagers, men who have been temporarily released from jail to harvest these resources in exchange for their eventual freedom. Many dangers linger inside this forgotten city, giant, blood-thirsty lizards, rats and roaches hunt in the dark corners of the metropolis. Feral dogs have for the most part taken over the city, and are the most prominent threat to people who find their way into the city, however, a darker secret lurks beneath the city, and is has been awaken by activity on the surface.

The salvages have sent out a SOS, requesting help from the NCR, not willing to risk a full-scale rescue mission and sending in any of their short supply of soldiers, they commissioned a local group of mysterious mercenaries to cleanse the city of its unfriendly inhabitants and find out what happened to the salvages sent into the city...

This elite group of soldiers call themselves the Spectres, they all have very unique histories, but all share a common skill, they are extremely gifted at one thing, killing. They have earned a reputation among the wasteland, they are respected men, but also feared, they are not "evil" but dark, and mysterious.

For this RP you may play more than one characters, you can be one of the mercenaries, and one of the salvages, the mercenaries will have all high-tech armor and weapons, you aren't restricted to fallout weapons or even real-life weapons, just if you chose one from a game or movie, post a link so we know what it is, and try not to make it too uber, the salvages will have very limited armor/clothing and weapons won't go past 10mm pistols in power, here is the character sheet:

Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Race: (No ghouls for the mercenaries)

Hair Color:
Eye Color:

Physical Description:

Weapons:

Armor:

Misc:

Personality:

History:

Quirks:

How you joined the Spectres: (Only for the mercenaries)

Reason for being imprisoned: (Only for salvages)

If I missed anything in the character sheet feel free to add it

Rules:

1. If you are controlling more than one character, be clear as to which one you are writing about.
2. I am in charge.
3. No ubering.
4. No controlling other people's characters.
5. The basics, you know.
6. No one-liners or undescriptive posts.



THANKS TO STRANGELOVE FOR HIS HELP DEVELOPING THIS HOPEFULLY AWESOME RP!

Name: Joshawa Schultz
Nickname: None
Age: 33
Race: Cacausian, Male

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green

Physical Description: Joshawa has a scar on his forehead, he is very muscular and tall (6"11)

Weapons: http://thumbnail.image.rakuten.co.jp/@0_mall/ggimport/cabinet/gun03/p-90.jpg, .44 Magnum (like the one in Fallout 3 but no scope)

Armor:http://www.rangermade.us/graphics/2010prototype.jpg

Misc: Dog Tags w/ Schultz engraved in them, 12 Ciggartes, Military Canteen full of Whiskey

Personality: Joshawa is half serious and half funny. He loves to kill anything and everything and thinks it is funny when he does it.

History: Josh was born in Megaton back in D.C. Josh had no parents growing up because his mother died of childbirth in the Megaton Clinic and then his father left him because he could not raise a child by himself. Then Moira Brown decided to adopt him Josh grew up seeing many different people and became freinds with everyone in Megaton. He helped in Crater Side Supply as the cleaner. One day when Josh was thirteen this Mercenary came in and watched over Crater Side Supply. Joshawa did not like this so he stopped working with Moira and started to live in the Commonhouse he saved up a thousand caps while working with Moira and he used that money for food and clothes. When Josh turned sixteen he started to become friends with Billy Creel and then Billy taught him all about weapons defense tactics and a whole lot more. One day Billy and Josh went out into the wastes and they saved a little girl called Maggie from raiders that killed her family and were going to kill her. After they found Maggie Billy retired and left Josh to do things on his own. So Josh then started to work for Colin Moriarty as a bouncer for his bar. While in this job Josh started to work out and got very athletic everyday after work he would do twenty five laps around the outside of Megaton and he would finish the day lifting weights scavenged from outside. When Josh turned eighteen he bought a house above the Brass Lantern and quit his job at Moriarty's he then started to work as a Caravan Gaurd fot Docter Hoff. He did this for three years and became tougher then he ever was. When Josh was twenty one he worked at Rivet City as a gaurd he would work from Monday to Thursday and then would travel back to Megaton and stay there from Friday to Sunday. When Josh turned twenty five he started to have a relationship with Lucy West they dated for two years but then they broke up because Lucy was cheating on Josh with some kid they called the Lone Wanderer. Afther this they kicked Joshawa out of his house so that the Lone Wanderer could have it, Joshawa got mad from this and left Megaton with all his stuff on a pack Brahmin that was stolen from Megaton at night. Joshawa then moved to Rivet City and bought a Hotel room permenetly he moved all his stuff there and became a security gaurd again he did this for the next three years. Joshawa finally got tired of The Capital Wasteland and was offered a trip to a far off place. Josh gladly accepted and know he is at Denver.


Quirks: Joshawa is addicted to Ciggaretes and is slowly becoming a Alcholic

How you joined the Spectres: Joshawa was out one day searching for some food when he was attacked by a group of Super Mutant's. He could not kill all of them by himself and he thought he was going to die but then this group of Mercenary's that called them selfs the Spectres saved him from the muties. After this Josh asked if he could join them and they said only if you can kill Josh said he could and they wereon there way.

Name: Heyleigh Summerville
Nickname: Hay-Hay or Summers
Age: 21
Race: Caucasian Female
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Green

Physical Description: Athletic strong body 5ft 6in, she wears her hair up. Has a tattoo of a dove on her right shoulder

Weapons: .44 magnum, Assault rifle

Armor: Ranger Battle Armor

Misc: pre-war rings, Hair tied up with ribbon

Personality: Laid back and quiet Doesnt usually let the what happens, interfere with the now. Forward thinker. Grudge holder

History: Her parents where traveling caravaners and when she was 7 they where faced with a super mutant, her father threw her at the mutants feet and hurried off with his wife leaving her as a "sacrifice". A man from Reillys Rangers saved her and she learned everything she knew from him and to test what she learned she killed him (it was part of their deal).

Quirks: Habbit of biting nails when she lies
Easily offended

How you joined the Spectres: (Only for the mercenaries) While Summers was cleaning her guns in an old grocery shop a woman walked in and smiled at the relief that she knew who she was going to be traveling with. Her acquaintance, Leona, told her that she to be escorted to her homeland Denver. Summers agreed to protect her while she traveled there, for a small fee. Once they got to Denver, Leona tipped her off on a group called the Spectres that may find her skills useful. Summers found the group of mercs and offered her assistance to them. They denied her once but Leona wouldnt have that and went with her the second time she tried to offer her assistance. They realized that Leona was one of the ex-mercinaries who had gotten her arm blown off and was no longer of service. Leona was respected in the group and upon hearing Leonas side of the story they decided that Summers could be useful somehow.
(i say gang as slang for merc, not as a literal gang)

Josh, DETAIL, DETAIL, DETAIL, you need to elaborate on your bio and how you joined

Actually noth of you, elaborate on how you met the Spectres, Firefly, they are not a gang and the term "mercenaries" doesn't mean that they are evil, they just do jobs for people and need, and are paid for it, they wouldn't accept someone who has just killed a child.

and guys, you can't be "laid back" and "cruel" at the same time, and you can't be half serious and half funny.

Name: Steffan Flakk
Nickname: Doc
Age: 27
Race: White

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gray

Physical Description: 5'10, 185 lbs, Wiry Build, Piercing Gray Eyes, Short-Cropped Hair, rough beard.

Weapons: 2x Laser Pistols, 2x Combat Knife, 4x Fragmentation Grenade.

Armor: Leather Armor painted black, Raven's Head Insignia painted on the left should.

Misc: X450 Energy Cells, 5x Psycho, 2x Mentats, 55x Stimpacks, 20x Med-X, 15 Rad-Away

Personality: Dry Sense of Humor, Shy, Serious

History: Steffan was abandoned by his parents to die in the capitol wasteland, he was rescued by ghouls and grew up in Underworld. Steffan became one of the Ghoul's best scavengers and traders as he could trade freely without the discrimination that Ghouls often face. Steffan has since left the Underworld to pursue his own interests but keeps regular contact with the Ghouls of Underworld.

Quirks: Uses Psycho a bit excessively, People tend to not get his jokes, doesn't talk a lot since he keeps his opinions to himself.

How you joined the Spectres: Steffan first met the Spectres during a scavenging mission, he helped tend their wounded after they raided a building fortified by super-mutants. After a couple more meetings with the Spectres and trading medical supplies for scrap metal the Spectres. Soon Steffan fell naturally into place as the Spectres medic, although he was not fully accepted into their ranks until two years later. Steffan refused to leave one of the Spectres who was trapped inside a hospital infested with ghouls. Even though Steffan nearly lost his life with the attempt he managed to drag the wounded Spectre out of the hospital and was accepted by the Spectres as one of their own.

(I hope that is detailed enough, if not just tell me)

Alright, here I come.

Name: Victor Rhodes
Nickname: V (It was on TV today, and I like it )
Age: 32
Race: Human Caucasian

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Physical Description: 6’ Tall, 190lbs, Well toned body, Long Black Hair

Weapons: x2 .223 Pistols, x8 Perfectly Balanced Throwing Knives, x5 Frag Grenades

Armor: Black Kevlar Vest, http://www.michaelcovel.com/images/V%20for%20Vendetta-751826.jpg, Tall Black Hat, Tall Black Boots, Black Loose Pants, Black Gloves, and Black worn Cape.

Misc: x200 .223 Rounds, Canteen of Water, x6 Squirrel on a Stick, x5 Insta-mash, Flask of Whiskey

Personality: A Silent Killer, Victor is not much for words. He is a strong and fast fighter, and is all action when the action picks up. He is quick witted when speaking, and chooses his words carefully when conversing with others.

History: Victor Rhodes or “V” as he is more commonly known, has always been quick witted and a good quick shot. His skills with pistols is unmatched in the wasteland, and his skills with knives are even better. He once worked for the NCR Rangers, but was quickly “fired” after he did not follow orders, and was “killed” by a firing squad. He has since wondered why he didn’t die, maybe it was his well kept Kevlar Vest, or maybe it was just luck? But now, “V” is out for his own gain, hopefully one day getting vengeance on those who tried to kill him. He wears the mask, so he can travel safely in the NCR without being harassed by NCR Rangers and the sort.

Quirks: Sometimes a bit to outspoken, “V” has the tendency to tell it how it is, rather than hold back.

How you joined the Spectres: After traveling through the NCR, “V” discovered a group of Mercenaries calling themselves the Spectres. At first, they would not accept him. But after following them for a few miles, and then saving their asses from a Super Mutant Ambush, “V” was quickly interesting to the group, and was able to join. After working with the Sepctres, and becoming one of them, "V" showed his true skills with knives after a group along with him, travelled to a small settlement, and were double crossed. The team along with "V" who was injured, fought off a group of Raiders who had ambushed them in the settlement. After fighting off for days, more than a dozen Raiders, "V" was truly considered a Spectre. He hoped that one day they might allow or even help him with taking vengeance against his sworn enemies, the NCR Rangers.

Honestly, I see zero reason to join the Salvages. They're so weak compared to the Spectres.


Reserved.

((Why be a salvager? cuz they make good story.))

Name: Kyle Anderson

Age: 37
Race: Male Caucasian

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color:green

Physical Description: Above average build and signs if weathering from hard labor

Weapons: Makeshift spear (a bit like http://gon.cdn.on.net/screenshots/a/2/3539/2009-03-11/Marauder_copy.jpg just because its sixy.) .45 caliber revolver.

Armor:Tattered NCR Prison uniform and pieces metal armor strapped to arms and legs

Misc: 18 .45 rounds. A bottle of whiskey. 2 bottles of water.

Personality: Survival oriented, cautious, and angry.

History: A former trader who got into dark dealings to make up for raiders endangering his well being and stealing his stock.

Quirks: Losing his ability to trust anyone

Reason for being imprisoned: Illegal chem and weapons dealing in NCR controlled territory. As far as he's concerned, it's NCR fault he ever had to get into the trade.

Reserved? no time tonight

Name: William Richardson. also called Bill

age: 28
race: Male Caucasian
hair color: black
eye color: brown

NCR security guard: Accompanied the foreman to make sure the inmates got the job done

physical description: 5'10 average build

weapons: Remington 870 shotgun with 12 gauge slugs. police baton

armor: old Kevlar vest with an NCR patch on it

misc: chewing gum, mirelurk cakes, a map, flashlight

personality: distrustful of the inmates, extremely cautious, never takes unnecessary risks. Very good at following orders.

history:Bill grew up in shady sands and always wanted to be a cop just like his dad. Many nights he wet to sleep with the knowledge that his dad was helping to make the NCR a safer place. One night however he didn't return and a fellow officer came and gave them the news that he had been killed by a Jet addict who had knifed him while on a routine patrol. He worked hard to be a cop and make his dad proud but he never anticipated being a prison guard in a boring jail. He considers following the salvagers to be just as bad as being one of them.

reason for being with the salvagers: Someone needed to watch them to make sure they got the job done. Unfortunately, that someone was Bill. Months of guard duty made him yearn for adventure, however the truth was a thankless job that meant putting your life at risk, however, he *did* volunteer.

Haha great everyone! I love how you gusy aren't afraid of being the salvagers, and guys, no one accept the salvagers add that they have gone, or live in Denver, remember, its extremly dangerous, and grandobsidian, thanks for the compliment, they do make a good story

Everyone who has posted so far is accepted except for Josh, no offense bro but I have always been picky when it came to people joining my RP, and even though I am not saying that you are a bad Rper, the only reason that I am not accepting you is that your posts seem to lack detail, and fluidity, which is something that I adore in a writer.

Also everyone accpet for the salvages could you just be a little more detailed about how you joined the Spectres? Haha yes, even you Strangelove, firfly is good though. I will post my CS tonight

and sorry guys for the way I am handling this, most of you aren't probably familiar with my style.

EDIT:

I am accepting up to 10 spots for the Spectres, and an unlimited amount for the salvagers

So far we have 4 Spectres, 2 salvagers. O and one Security guard? Nice one Bill

Alright, I edited his acceptance into the Spectres. I couldn't think of much else to add, hope it's enough?

Same here

I'm just now getting around to writing my character sheet, and I have a question.

Were the Salvagers prisoners from NCR or something? What's their history, if I were to be a salvager?

They are criminals, prisoners of NCR, sent into Denver to collect resources for the republic

So im fine with the details? Is the "leona being and ex-merc" okay? i couldnt think of any reason Summers would go there if it was that dangerous, unless of course it meant caps...

Name: Eli Von Baer
Nickname: Bear
Age: (How long has it been since the war?)
Race: Ghoul

Hair Color: Gray and burned brown
Eye Color: Distorted, a mix between blue and dark brown

Physical Description: 5'9", 158 lbs. Most of his body is a mangled mess of flesh. Most of his right arm is completely exposed, showing his muscles and bones. There is zero skin on his right arm, but his left has retained some. His wrists and hands are bone and muscle. There's a hole in his left cheek from a gunshot, but it's barely noticeable over his charred skin.His jaw bone is completely visible. Feet much the same as his arms. Surprisingly good strength.

Weapons: Carries a sledge hammer on his back with an odd assortment of colored stains on the flat sides. His only inquiry to this is "precious bodily fluids". Also carries a sharpened metal skewer with a bit more reach than the hammer.

Armor: Has a thin layer of metal pieces over his clothes, usually mangled mire or ripped sheet metal, but nothing big. Reworked a metal trashcan into torso armor, and uses sheet metal on his shins and arms. Nothing that could stop a bullet.

Misc: Reading glasses, Several fountain pens, chocolate bars, and a teddy bear

Personality: Very odd. Some people might consider him borderline insane, but most of the other salvages like him. he has a resentment for most smooth skins and talks a lot about cannibalism and eating the NCR guards. It's actually a common threat he yells out to any combatants. Gets sort of a sadistic fun out of violence and has an incredible ability to stomach any scene. After all, if you can eat human and roaches, you can eat anything.

History: Eli was born in Germany and moved to America at a very young age. He retained his accent and simple understanding of the German language. Settled in a small port city in Maine and became very adventurous, often wandering out into the nearby forests. Was affixed with a power plant just outside of his town. Studied Nuclear power and physics all of his life. When the great war happened, he was forced into a nearby uncompleted vault. Many people pushed their way inside, leaving no real order. The vault door did not completely shut, allowing radiation to slowly seep through, killing most, but turning a few "lucky" people into Ghouls.

Made his way across America, exploring most of the Wasteland. Found himself captured by NCR Officers after, unsuccessfully, trying to enter the city. Currently in Denver after being shipped off.

Quirks: His appearance and mind. Gets very annoyed whenever people push his cannibalism or make fun of his appearance. Only his close friends can do that. Overly violent. Loves fountain pens and most things concerning bears.

Reason for being imprisoned: After scaling the NCR walls outside of Town Hall to "assassinate Lynette", he lost his balance and fell off of the top. Guards treated him with the finest care they would give a ghoul, namely beating the snot out of him and tossing him into the slave cage. Though accused of attempted assassination, the only thing found on him was a flathead screwdriver and a fountain pen.

Ok, your accepted, good job

I'd like to join, but I haven't the time, deeply sorry.

Name: Timothy Deschain

Nickname: Pup

Age: 12

Race: Human, Slightly mutated

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Green

http://i562.photobucket.com/albums/ss61/snooks20/anime/Miltarychild.jpg

Weapons: Black M1892 Colt Army & Navy

Armor: Small Military Uniform, Winter Hat, Goggles

Misc: 60x .38 Long Colt Rounds

Personality: Cold and aloof since the death of his parents, he has since adopted a lot of characteristics of the dogs he lives with, he is easily angered and agitated and is somewhat territorial, he defends his home with a passion and his personal space even more, he forms strong attachments to those who show him kindness and he is blindly loyal, though this is more so do to his naivete as a child than the mannerisms he adopted from his canine friends

History: Timothy was born in the city, his parents were living there even before the salvagers started coming in, they set up here and due to a genetic anomaly they carried, and passed on to their son, they were able to befriend the local dogs and used them to defend themselves from the outside world, with their helps the dogs multiplied quickly and were able to control the city with their number's, though the largest group of canines were always loyal to their human helper's, when Timothy was born he was introduced and raised partly by these dogs, his mother would often allow the dogs to take care of him while she did chores or cooked, and Timothy quickly grew attached to his canine branch of family, Timothy loved all the dogs devoutly and was connected to them more so then even his parents were, he would spend most of his time running about the city, exploring, with the help of his furry friends, that is, until his mother became sick, she was bedridden and could not get up for more than a few minutes at a time, she expired soon after contracting the deathly disease, his father sadly committed suicide soon after, leaving Timothy on his own, Timothy turned to his other family, they provided him with warmth, love, protection and food, he used his superior ingenuity to aid them in whatever way he can, once the salvagers started popping up he defended his home viciously, making a name as "The Child of the Hellhounds" amongst those who survived, Timothy now survives in this dark and dreary city...

Quirks: Through a genetic anomaly Timothy is able to communicate effectively with dog's, his parents had the ability to extrude pheromones to indicate to the dogs what they wanted them to do and to put the dogs at ease, Timothy took this a step further and through a mixture of his genetic abilities and learned techniques is able to communicate verbally with the canines, a select few whom act as his family or close friends he can even communicate with empathetically

Timothy is very impressionable and simple-minded as a child

So when do we start? and also how does the salvagers start out? what exactly is gonna be the situation?

Chill, I need some more sign-ups first, and don't worry about the story yet

Hey, I'd like to join this, but I gotta go to school. Then karate grading right after that, so I'll write mines tomorrow. Apologies.

Sorry guys, I haven't had much time to get things up and running this week, this weekend I will have some more time, I will post my CS, and hopefully we will get some new sign-ups as well

Name: Devon Brig
Nickname: Brig
Age: 20
Race: Caucasian

Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black

Physical Description:http://media.photobucket.com/image/anime%20mercenary/okamiakai/largeAnimePaperscans_Range-Murata_s.jpg

Weapons: Silenced Pistol, Katana

Armor: N/A but wears a black buttoned jacket with tie (see the link) and black trousers.

Misc: Ammo, Bracelet

Personality: Quiet, looks like the one to stay away from, not scary but strange. Thoughtful, and unenthusiastic. Doesn't want a say in things. When he does speak its rather silent a short. Is an outsider and likes to keep it that way.

History: Was abused when young, father drank and usually bet Devon. Mother was beat to death in front of Devon at the age of 5. Devon didn't understand loss at that age, he didn't understand anything, but he bent down and picked up his mothers bracelet. Turns out his father worked with the black market, he usually transported guns to different areas. At the age of 10 Devon's father gave him a pistol to train with, but Devon didn't like the loud noise that was given off when he fired. So he snuck into the cupboard at night which had the guns and stole a silencer. Now Devon felt much happier which the suppressed noise, ammo wasn't a problem seeing as his father had heaps of it. Father still came home drunk most of the time, Devon knew when to stay away though, so he didn't get beat as much. At the age of eighteen he became very skilled with his pistol, he has never fired another gun except his own. Doesn't know how automatic guns work or bolt action. At the age of nineteen his father didn't come home one day, Devon thought he was just totally wasted but he didn't turn up the next day. Devon wasn't that bothered that his father left him so he set out to find a job.

Quirks: Lack of communication can affect the team. Neutral basically and won't take anyones side in an argument.

How you joined the Spectres: Just simply ran into them. Devon was looking for a means of work, the Spectres noticed that Devon was different, mysterious. They grew interested in him and took him in. They rely on him but don't particularly like Devon, he's probably the strangest out the lot of them.