Before I start the main rp thread, I want to see how this goes. Write up an intro rp.

(Version 1.1) Edit: Added new locations. Added more character options (If you have already applied, do not change a thing unless you want to.) Ps. I am not new. I have been here for quite some time

New Manhattan: a walled town located on what was Central Park. The town is a thriving town with about 1500 people within its walls. The town is heavily sought after by several groups and is in the middle of a huge power struggle. Where will you fit in?

New York City is dark and depressing. Manhattan was full of tall buildings and still is. Sunlight rarely penetrates unto the streets below. Mutants are everywhere. The only safe place in Manhattan is the city of New Manhattan.

The city itself: (The year is 2283). The mayor is Larry Anderson.

Central Square: The area where people come to talk about the day. Many shops and bars are located here.

North Wall: The area at the North of Town. It is heavily guarded as mutants attempt to break down the walls every day. Beyond the walls is darkness and death. Mostly a resedential area.

Evergreen: The area of town where casinos and bars are. The mafia hangs out here. The casinos are: CAPone (run by me) Yellowlight Poker and Snacks, and RADIATION.

Reuters: The main industrial area. This is where all the manufacturing happens.

Reuters Way: The only road in and out of town. It is heavily walled and leads to the Brookyln Bridge. A small port is located where the bridge once stood.


Liberty Lost: A slaver camp located where the Statue of Liberty is. This is a HUGE slaver operation. The slavers are led by Fred Gandoe. They want control of New Manhattan.



Rabithead: A small town located in New Jersey. It was named after a sign that said "Rabits Ahead". It is an important hunting town and is also a main stop for people heading to New Mahattan. It is about the same size as Megaton.


Autumn's Leaves: A SMALL enclave camp. About 50 soldiers who survived are stationed here. Autumn leads this small group. They do not belive in mutant extermination and are hiring anybody in their ranks.


Ghoul High: A small ghoul town located on the ruins of Queens High School in Queens. Home to about 126 Ghouls. They make their money by scauaging and trade. They are seeking to be controlled by New Manhattan.

Vault 108: A deserted vault. Home to many wasteland critters. Said to contain a huge supply of fresh water and food. Some even claim a GECK is located there.

Vault 110: A vault that is still inhabited. The experiment was never enacted due to complications. Home to about 1200 People. Raiders want to attack and take it over.


Popgoestheweasel: A raider camp. Almost everyone wants it destroyed. The raiders launch attacks on almost every settlement. Located North of Manhattan.

Charlie and Sons Chemicals: Where the mutants from DC make their base. They are looking for the FEV virus. Located in Union City.



Camp Android: A huge camp led by the insitute. They want control of New Manhattan.

Alright, now for the sign up forms:

Name: (Duh)
Race: (Duh)
Gender:(Duh
Age: (Duh again
Occupation: (what is your job? Slaver? Merc? Bartender. Make up stuff, not to crazy though.)
Faction: (Liberty Lost? Institute? New Manhattan? Caravans?)
Apperance: (What do you look like?)
Personality: (How do you act?)
Gear: (What do you use?)
Weapon of Choice:( (What you use to blast enemies to Oblivion.)

Now for an example: (This is my character)

Name: Alex
Race: Human-Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation: Merc. Also owns the CAPone casino in Evergreen
Faction: Evergreen Company, which is his merc group
Apperance: Rugged with slight stubble. Always wears pre-war clothing with a fedora.
Personality: Has a short temper. Always on the lookout for trouble makers.
Gear: Has many pistols ans is always ready for war.
Weapon of Choice: Gauss Rifle

Note:
This RP is fully custimizable. YOU make the story. If you want to make a new town, go for it! If you want to go to the CW, why not. If you want to take over Libert Lost, do it! Just expect alot of trouble doing so.


Rules:

1. Keep things civil.
2. All Bethesda rules apply.
3. No, mods are not for consoles.

SPACE IS LIMITED! SIGN UP FAST!

Yeah, a new RP. And by a new forumer too. Nicee. Character sheet pretty short though.

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Name: Alex Mercer...jk jk. Evander Jamison

Age: 22

Occupation: General Trader

Faction: Freelance...for now.

Appearance: Rather skinny, southern accent, always chewing on something. Tall (6"2), and dark. Handsome to some, rather in the middle. Faster than most, but otherwise average

Personality: Humble, talks a good bit, but not one for small talk. Happy to answer questions, not so happy to lend a hand, as that usually involves shooting someone. Evander can shoot, but he'd rather not shoot people unless he has to.

That's bout it.

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Name: Moses Brown
Age: 23
Occupation: Demolitons expert, maruader
Faction: Liberty Lost....some raider group/Merc group whose base in small factory and sewer areas/
Apperance: Torn t shirt and bandolier vest/ bandages, a black bandana around head and Post Apocalyptic goggles on forehead.
Personality: Stealthy, Good at getting out of situations, smart, can make do with anything...loves to blow things up dammit.

Name: Eleanor Melbourne
Age: 24
Occupation: Mercenary
Faction: Once had a Merc band called, "Stinging Hornets," but they were all killed. (More revealed as time passes.)
Apperance: Short black hair and brown eyes. Tall, caucasian, scar down the left side of her face. Weathered leather armour with a faded picture of a hornet on the chest. Sniper rifle, .32 pistol, hunting knife. Also a broken Chinese assault rifle.
Personality: She tries to be civil, sociable and friendly, but she is a bitter and broken women who will rest at nothing to see her friends killers dead. Smart when she isn't boozing. (Alcoholic.)

Name: Deniska Sokolov
Age: 212 (Pre-war Ghoul)
Occupation: Priest
Faction: Rabithead
Appearance: A tall greenish Ghoul wearing a raggedy black suit and white collar of a Roman Catholic Priest
Personality: Mostly a happy easy going person with strong religious tendencies he tends to get melancholy when people ask him about his Pre-war days.

Do you mind if I insert subliminal messages reminding everyone to post in the unknown war?

Name: John J Williams
Age:38
Occupation:Mercenary for hire
Faction: The Redblooded bandits
Apperance: 6,1 sandy blonde hair. Patch over left eye, ocean blue eye, a beard that hasn't been trimmed for days, wears a long black cloak with black pants and black boots
Personality: slow to anger, but piss me off and I'll spend the rest of my days kickin your ass.
Weapons of Choice: Modified Combat Shotgun that shoots exploding rounds, sniper rifle with extended clip, long range scope and hollow point bullets. Ten millimeter machinegun, extended clip with armor peircing ammo.

@ Ant1iv3 [PROTOTYPE] much? :wink_smile:

My char;

Name: Frank "The Hitman" Vercelotti
Age: 27
Occupation: Contract Killer
Faction: Associate of New Manhattan Mafia
Apperance: Average build, 5'8, Italian American. Sharp defined features, slicked back black hair, clean shaven, relatively handsome. Often wearing a close-fitted, tailored suit, which conceals his silenced pistol. Also dons a fedora, on occasion. Usually has a cigarette sticking out of his mouth.
Personality: A real charmer, who can talk his way out of, and into any situation. Not very formidable in a fair fight, but an expert assassin. He knows every trick of the trade and employs them well, so he tends to show-off just a little. Has the backing of the NMM, so has become cocky over the years in their service.

Hmmm

Character sheet is too short, and you arent regulating peoples characters, but otherwise a good roleplay, Im in.

Name: Aiden O'brien
Age: 26
Occupation: Special Assault Stealth ReconA.K.A Assassin
Faction: Free lance
Apperance: 6'2 230 lbs, muscular, tan skin, black hair, green eyes. a stip of facial hair goes from bottom lip to the bottom of his chin, Tattoo of tribal covers his right side from hip to neck.
Personality: Funny, never serious, even when I'm carving you up, charming, a smart ass and quick whitted.
Weapons/Armor:2 Butterfly Knives, silenced 10 mm, Katar punching Dagger, Wakizashi, form fitting armor.
Gear:Carton of cigarettes, lighter, map of NY, 4 days rations,6 stimpaks.
Pets:A Pincher/Rottweiler mix named Anubis

Everybody is accepted!

I don't know if we start here, or OP makes a new thread, as it's my first time RP-ing, but here goes anyway!

"So, when do you get off work?" Frank flirted, with the female bartender, as he took another sip of his vodka.

"Oh, well. I finish tending the bar at around eleven, but Im still available. For other services" she blushed, eyeing him keenly.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, with a smile. "What kinda services? Expensive ones?" he continued, broadening his grin.

"Well, normally, yes" she chuckled. "But I'll give you a discount" she added, in a seductive tone.

"That sounds nice" he remarked, taking another swig of his bottle, when his friend Marty rushed in the bar, straight through the smoke filled air, and onto the stool right next to Frank.

"'Ey, Frankie!" he gasped, out of breath. "Boss wants to see ya!" Frank nodded to his friend, feeling rather irked for his moment being ruined in such an unceremonious manner.

"Sure thing, Marty" he mumbled. "Hey, I'll see you another time, okay sweet-cheeks?" he told the bartender, as he tipped her generously and got up to leave.

Evergreen was known to attract the less-than-honorable sort here in New Manhattan, but this suited Frank, perfectly, as his work revolved around doing certain things, for less-than-honorable clients. Primarily, getting rid of people that his clients didn't like. He was associated with the New Manhattan Mafia, and had served them well for the past several years, however he was yet to be made. As of late, there has been a famine in the way of work as things have been going rather peacefully in New Manhattan, but a new business had opened over in the Reuters district, and Frank reckoned this was the cause of this sudden summoning from the Don, as he had a lot of caps put in to the industry there, and wanted it as secure as possible.

Frank left the bar, walking in his usual cool swagger, and casually lighting a cigarette, before taking a big puff. The streets of Evergreen were as grim as could be, although Frank knew his away around them, and was perfectly comfortable while there. He even had an apartment in this district.

I wonder what this next job might be about. Frank thought to himself. Must be another one of those industry shakedowns, I'll just see the boss and find out for myself. He concluded in his head, making his way to the New Manhattan Mafia building.

OOC: How's this for a first post? It's my first time RP-ing. I gave the RP Intro. Thread a read though.

It was awesome. Now for my intro.


Alex stood in Central Square. Damn this place is dirty he thought to himself.

Things had been going at a speed which he could not comprehend. His brother went off to the Institue. One of his friends was killed in a mutant attack. The mafia wanted to take over his casino. If only things could move slo......

SPLAT!

Alex saw something green fall of his Fedora. He looked up to an Apartment.

"Sorry!" Yelled a suprised citizen.

"Sorry ain't good enough!" Alex said as he pulled out his Gauss Rifle. He then shot the balcony. They entire building shook and began to fall over.

"Crap these buildings are weak!" Alex yelled as he dodged the rubble.

Some people rushed over. "Are you ok?" A man in a suit asked with a slight sarcastic tone.

"Nothing to see here, move on." Alex said loudly, looking at the green stuff on his suit.

This city gets worse every single day, Alex thought as he stood up and walked into a bar.

The bar was loud and noisy. Alex took a seat at the counter. "I'd like a vodka please." " Shue Thang," the bartender exclaimed with a heavy southern accent.

Alex took a seat by himself, when suddenly a man walked over and sat next to him.

"Hey man!" The man said.

"Hey Vladimir." Vladimir was from Siberia, got to US via a plane he found at an old Siberian airport. He was 46 and the oldest person in Alex's merc group. He was rugged and weak, for he was captured by the Enclave at Adams AFB.

"Da, want to play some poker?" Vladimir asked with a very heavy Russian accent.

"Sure thing, I will win again!"

As Alex got up, he thought of his brother and how he was doing.

As Frank continued walking, hands in his pockets, and cigarette in his mouth he heard a distant rumbling. Sounds like another one of those buildings over in Central just collapsed. he concluded in his mind. He passed by a group of ghouls in rags, eyeing him from head to toe, giving him dirty looks. He gritted his teeth as he passed them, readying himself incase they attacked, luckily he didn't have to defend himself, as they made no moves, despite his rich appearance. He knew he could've taken them anyway, as he was the best in his trade. Atleast the best the Mafia had in their employment. This place is nasty. Which place out here isn't these days? I gotta keep living like this. For the caps if nothing else. As he continued to justify is occupation to himself, he found himself at the front door of a large, towering structure that was the New Manhattan Mafia building. He was immediately greeted by a rather large, muscular man. The fibers of his suit were being stretched to it's limits from the size of his body.

"Boss wanted to see me?" Frank asked the guard.

"Yea, he's upstairs" the guard answered, and Frank entered the large, polished wooden doors of the grand building. Easily the grandest in Evergreen. He stepped in and heard the welcoming lobby music that was constantly playing out of the jukebox in the corner of the room. Several men in suits, holding guns of various sizes were in the lobby. Some chatting, some playing dice on the floor, some drinking, and most smoking. The lobby music was drowned out by the their noise.

Frank shoved, and maneuvered his way past the crowd and over to the elevator leading up, his destination; the top floor, the Dons office.

OOC: Im really just f-ing around here. I don't know what Im doing. How do I turn this into an RP that's actually interlinked with the other characters? Should I get hired to kill a friend or relative of one of the characters? I think that might work out nice. If one of the characters cousin is gets killed by my character. That way, both our characters will actually have something to do. Any volunteers?

This rp is evolving. Whatever you do, I have to react. It makes it more realistic. Just dont kill any mains without permission. For conversations, put up a big warning saying CONVERSATION, then recycle two posts until its over. Remove the tag on the post when done.

"Ha ha!" Vladimir exclaimed. "A full house, hand over the money da?"

Damn I never lose, Alex thought. "Fine."

Just then, a bunch of ghouls entered the casino. The entire casino turned eerily quiet. Everyone stared at the ragged ghouls who looked like they could strike at any moment.

"Eat this smoothskins!" The leader then pulled out a rifle and just started blazing. Alex ducked behind a table but bumped his head. He then ducked and got out his gauss rifle. Vladimir pulled out a Plasma Rifle.

What is happening? Alex returned to his sences and began firing. One down, Alex thought as one of the ghouls turned into a bloody mess from his gauss. Vladimir picked another one with his plasma rifle.

"FREEZE!" A robot cop said. The leader who was now alone dropped his gun. "GET ON THE FLOOR GHOUL!" The ghoul then pulled out a secret gun and shot the robot. Alex aimed. "Comon, move a little to the left.." BAM. Alex took a shot. The entire room filled with blood and guts. "Got him!" Alex then looked around "30 people at least." "Da," Vladimir said. "The worst attack in New Manhattan history." The cops entered the casino and demanded witnessess. Alex calmy denied and left the casino with Vladimir.

Alex returned to his Apartment. Man, that attack was just 45 Minutes ago! How could such an attack happen in New Manhattan? Alex plooped into his bed. He heard Vladimir partying next door. Alex got up to bang on the wall.

Alright, please before you post look at what other people's posts were and follow on that. Like if there is a shooting, make some sort of reference, and never go to crazy with the plot. Try to do what everyone else is doing.

OOC: Let me help you Alex, as you're relatively new here.

1) As exiting as it is to start an RP, you should have waited a few more hours (preferably days) before you started it. Also @ Holy Assassin, as this is in fact called "sign up", you should have waited until he created anew post before introducing.

2) Alex, it isn't a rule, but a standard that posters don't double post. Thats like reaching across the table for the ketchup or something like that.

3) Make a new thread before things get too confusing.

4) No ubering.

5) NO UBERING PLEASE

6) Seriously, a gauss rifle is considered ubering, but I trust you.

If you want actual one on one help, please OM me as I am more than kind to help.

Lastly, @ Holay Assassin, that OOC was funny, and just come to my store and I'll take care of the rest.

Evander Jamison

Evander was ready for yet another day in New Manhattan.

He walked his way down to the first floor where he kept all his goods, reached his keys out his back pocket, and hauled the aluminum gate up, revealing shelves upon shelves of goods. He had everything from InstaMesh to Stimpacks to Missile Launchers, which he kept in the back. He even had a mint-condition Pip-Boy 3000 he picked up from Vault-Tec back in his D.C. days. Evander was actually wondering if he should just take the thing for himself. He heard they were kinda nifty.

Nah, that wouldn't be a good business decision. Best keep that in safe storage 'till later.

He walked to the far left wall where the cashier's desk stood along with a loaded double-barrel shotgun. He also had an extra hidden one just in case. After checking inventory, which was virtually useless routine, then checking the cash register, he walked to the front door and flipped the spray-painted sign that he nailed to the glass to "OPEN". Then he went to his favortie chair and sat back, allowing time to pass right on by.

I'll head out 'round noon, he thought.

Thanks for the advice. Ill start up a new thread right away.

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