Gravedirt, a town many don't know of. Those that do know it are the dusty traders, adventurers and raiders. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it lies square in the middle of the towns of New Reno and New Vegas. This has caused the small village to be a necessity to those who hope to travel the long journey, causing Gravedirt to be surprisingly well-equipped with a small hospital, a surprisingly skilled gun-smith, a cat-house and the thing that has influenced the town most, a pre-war holotape player. This dingy, old player has influenced the town as the only tapes that were usable after The War were what people used to call "westerns". These tapes have shaped the town more than the people have; the citizens have grown up thinking that that is the normal way to live. The architecture, the clothing, the word usage, the weaponry and simply a way of life have been crafted by these mighty tapes.

Until now.

Now raiders have claimed their will to take the town, in a note that was sent to the Mayor, it read: Weer cumin, run now elss ull al dii.

Now the town of Gravedirt must prepare itself, defend itself. Maybe sacrifice itself.

In an attempt to fill out the ranks of defenders Mayor Beckett sent letters to all of the large settlements in the area, from Reno to Vegas.

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RULES

All regular forum rules apply, if you don't know them then go away.
Francois' my deputy in holdin' this rp together, if you've got a question and I'm not on ask him, if you mess up he will tell me
Read Illusionary Nothing's guide, read it again if you need to.
Please read over the other characters, I'm not having seven John Wayne rip-offs
If your a Gravedirt native then you'll have had a cliche'd "western" exsistance
Nearly everyone will not be a native
Combat armour is rather rare and incredibly expensive in the wasteland, no power armour goes with-out saying, most of it will be crappy make-shift stuff
Have fun :twirl:

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Preferred sheet format

Name:
Race:
Appearance:
Armour/clothing:
Weaponry:
Misc. Items:
Personality:
Skills:
BRIEF bio: (no books here, line or two tops, leads to more character development)

Forgot to add, this is the sign-up thread

Name: Leroy Beckett
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Leroy is a stern faced man with a straight nose and a solid chin. He stands at 6'3". Rather average wastelander build, slightly better fed though, dark brown, chin length hair that is swept straight back
Armour/clothing: White dress shirt, faded jean, dark red vest, dark brown leather duster (hate that word for some reason), leather boots, black mid-height top-hat.
Weaponry: Customised Colt .45 single action army revolver "Monday". Scoped Winchester model 1873 lever rifle "Dusk".
Misc. Items: digital pocket watch (yeah, you heard me), Single chest bandolier loaded with .45 rounds
Personality: Leroy is a serious man, he has to be. He does let go occasionally but in all he is a stern man with little wiggle-room for others
Skills: Master duelist: quick on the draw and trigger. Mediator: able to talk most people into, or out of, trouble
BRIEF bio: Born to the previous Mayor, Leroy was raised to look after the town and it's inhabitants. He was the owner of the Alhambra saloon & Cat house for seven years before his Father was gunned down by Raiders, ensuring his hatred for the scum and giving him the ability to do something about it.

Off topic: I did not notice getting my star, whaddya know

Yay! I'm glad you put this up William, , I'm sorry I didn't post this earlier. It's what I get for spending time with my mate.

Name: Dominic Santiago, (Clap on the back if you get where that's from...), nickname is Dom.

Race: Hispanic

Appearance: Darker coloured skin, deep brown eyes, good pysical build, 6'1, short neat cut hair.

Armour/clothing: Duster with heavy armor underneath, small badge on duster, broad rimmed hat.

Weaponry: Beatifully crafted golden coloured pistol, (Called Scorpion by Dom, another clap if you can tell where that's from..), old double barrel shotgun, wonderfully crafted silver lever action rifle.

Misc. Items: Multiple bottles of water and food, single pair of handcuffs, (Mainly for show,), remains of a laser weapon.

Personality: Nice fellow that tends to mainly shoot first, ask questions later to people he doesn't know. Likes everyone in the town of Gravedirt, happy to be who he is for them.

Skills: Pistol slinger-Makes him much better with his pistols and quicker at reloading, Repairing weapons-Self explanatory?, Rifle Expertise-Able to aim with rifles quickly and efficiently.

BRIEF bio: Dom is the town Sheriff and has been in town since he was born. His family is mostly dead except for his younger brother, he's been left his father's pistol which is surprisingly very powerful for it's age...

(Looks like fun. I'm in. Oh and the names from Gears of War .))

Name: Caine Deckard

Race: Mixed (Black/White)

Appearance:

-Tan skin with neck-length dirty blonde hair.
-Cold blue eyes and young but handsome facial features.
-Well-toned from harsh way of living.

Armour/clothing:

-Old blue jeans now a worn gray color. Attached to them an old leather satchel Caine keeps his miscellaneous items in.
-A long brown leather coat that'd been passed down in the "Deckard" bloodline for generations. Has hidden "slots" that can be fitted with metal blades at any time.
-Plain long-sleeved blue shirt and a brown tattered cowboy hat he always wears.
-Faded black boots handed down to him by his late eldest brother.

Weaponry: Mateba Autorevolvers that look like this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:MatebaAutoRevolver6in.jpg (2) One Box of .357 bullets (54) Rusty combat knife. (1)

Misc. Items: Brahmin jerky (3), Iquana bits (2), Dirty Water (2)

Personality: Cocky towards his peers and plain arrogant towards his enemies, Caine didn't make a lot of friends in Gravedirt growing up.

Skills: Revolver Expert (Fast reload speed), Survivalist (Expert in tracking/Hunting), Self Reliant (Boost in Medicine and Repair skills)

BRIEF bio: Due to his somewhat solitary childhood Caine focused on improving his martial skills such as gun-slinging and hand-to-hand combat. On the outside he is content with the small, confined little village he'd lived in all his life, but he had always wondered about what lie just outside of Gravedirt.

Yep, you got my name, my pistol's name though is very old... About 4-5 years I think? Haha, anyway, it's nice to see your here Nwah!

Name: Leonid "Leo" Volsky

Race: Russian

Appearance:

- Strong Russian face
- Muscular tone body
- Light tanned skin
- 5' 10" Tall
- 168lbs
- Dark Brown Eyes
- Brown Hazel eyes

Armour/clothing:

- Dark Brown Cloak w/ Hood
- Black Leather Armor (With Soviet Sniper Awards on Left Peck)
- Russian Dark Grey Ushanka hat w/light grey fur inside
- Black boots w/ hidden knife sheath inside

Weaponry:

- SVD Dragunov Sniper Rifle w/ Black Polymer stock and PSO-1 Recticle scope
- PPSh-41 Sub Machine-gun
- MP-446 "Viking" Pistol
- Combat Knife

Misc. Items:

- x5 Clips of 7.62x54RCombat Knife
- x3 Drums of 7.62x25mm
- x4 Magazines of 9x19 Parabellum
- x4 Brahmin meat
- x1 Canteen of Water
- x3 Stealth Boys

Personality: Leonid "Leo" Volsky is a charming guy to the ladies. He is fluent in Russian, but rarely uses it around others, on occasion he will speak bad of someone in Russian, but tell them it was all good. When in a fight, Leo is usually in the background taking out unsuspecting targets he see's through his scope. He is a fierce fighter up close. Nice to those he works with, but does not trust them at first until he see's them in action.

Skills:

- Sniper expert
- Repairing damaged weapons (Pistols, Rifles etc.)
- Sneak
- Staying alive

BRIEF bio: Alot is not know about Leonid "Leo" Volsky. The only thing reasonably know about him, is that he was born in Russia, and came across the Bering Straight to Alaska where he began helping protect certain areas of Caravan routes from Raiders. He moved down south after the Caravaners claimed something went wrong, and he was not welcomed. All known knowledge of Leo after that is unknown, supposedly he lives near New Reno.

Yay! I got Dr. Strangelove! Also as I'm going to a friends 18th tomorrow (I can never spell that word) the proper thread won't be up until Sunday at the soonest, though I'll probably feel like crap so yeah..... going as the guy from Scream though yay :twirl:

EDIT: Thank you Dr. Strangelove

Your lucky, William. I wasn't 100% on joining but I guess I will. Everything else on here is junk, and this seem's like the only capable one on here. The rest are just bland and seem to be the same as others before them?

Also its *tomorrow with 2 R's. (To-mor-row)

Spelling Nazi anyway I may join I dunno yet

I'll join, if no one minds.

Yeah, if you want I'll let you join

Can I join William? All the other Rp's have already begun or don't seem as interesting.

Since the other RP im a part of seems to be wearing down to a nub...

If you dont mind ive got a character sheet ready im just waiting for you to give me a Y or N.

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Name: Lars Ulric
Race: Caucasian, American.
Age: 32.
Gender: Male
Appearance: Scruffy Brown Hair, Black Eyes, White Skin, 6'3" Tall.

Armour/clothing: Desert Camo Armour, with a cape that can be wrapped around to protect from the elements (The inside of the cape is black for nightfights). Sand Goggles. Sand Yellow Combat Boots and Gloves.

Weaponry:
- 2x Tan Carbon Frame HK45 Pistols.
- Kalashnikov AK-107
- Riged Combat Knife, Hidden behind Waist.

Items:
- 9x Clips of .45 Caliber.
- 6x Clips of 5.45x39mm.
- Zippo Skull Lighter.
- Old Metal Box full of Cigars.
- 2x Bottles of Purified Water.
- 2x Boxes of Cram.

Personality: Lars doesnt really like to socialize, having said that he isnt exactly a loner, He likes to asess the situation before charging full pelt into enemy strongholds, He always feels better knowing that there is a sniper watching over him incase anything goes wrong. Although he doesnt like other Humans, he is Extremly charasmatic, being able to defuse situations with raiders and slavers without even firing a bullet.

Skills:
- Expert Assasin.
- Great Infiltrator.
- Can Accurately Shoot whilst Running.
- Great Negotiator.
- Can Hide well.
- Knows how to Bandage a Wound.

Biography: Living most of his life in the harsh deserts of central america, shaped Lars' life to survival, the hot days and freezing nights made life rough for him, and after working on a mission for a small village in the mid west, he decided to leave the deserts of central america for a less harsh climate, both in atmosphere and companions.

If you feel like you want to join just post up the character sheet so we can have a look at it. That's the general idea these days... Right? :shrug:

Yeah DeadlySin you can join

Name: Harley Andrews

Race: Mixed (Australian/Aboriginal)

Appearance: Dark skin, Athletic (quick as a rabbit), Black short hair, About 5'9", Blue eyes.

Armour/clothing:

- Worn Black Akubra
- Light Worn Blue Jeans and Denim Jacket
- Dark Red Flannel shirt
- Brown boots.
- http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/3561/roundsunglasses3.jpg

Weaponry:

- http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/1314/fnbrowninghipower9mmpis.jpg

- http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/4042/m1garand30.jpg

- http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/9131/winchester875inbowiekni.jpg

Misc. Items:

- Big round water Canteen
- Small shoulder pack with jerky, ammo and other stuff in it.

Personality:

Very friendly. Uses his bush smarts to get what he wants and/or needs. Will avoid confrontation if possible, but will hold his own. He speaks one of many existing Aboriginal languages, although he hasn't come across anyone else in the American wastes that does too.

Skills:

- Skilled with a knife, to prevent wasting ammo and making noise, a good knife is a bushman's best friend.
- 'Bush smarts' - Tracking/hunting and outback survival, traits from his mother.
- Very good outback navigator, even in an unknown/foreign area.

BRIEF bio:

Born in America to an Australian father and Aboriginal/Australian mother. He was named after an old motorcycle that was near his family's home, which he used to play and climb on as a kid. He moved around the wasteland, living off what was left of the land after his parents were killed by extreme radiation. He ended up in a small town.

Name: Jim "Six Gun" Smith
Race: Texas American (If thats not western-ish I don't know what is )
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Appearance:

* Brown hair that reaches to the bottom of his neck
* Grizzly Brown beard
* Brown eyes
* Nice tan skin from being out in the sun
* Big nasty scar that runs down the side of he face
* 6'
* 188lbs

Armour/clothing:

* Long Dark Brown Regulator coat
* Red/Brown Vest
* Black Long sleeve button shirt
* Tan Pants
* Dull Brown Short Brimmed Cowboy Hat

Weaponry:

* x2 Colt 1860 Army Revolver
* Winchester 1860 Henry Rifle
* 11" Bladed Bowie Knife

Misc. Items:

* x8 Boxes of 500 .44 rounds
* x6 Iguana on a Stick
* x8 Dirty Water
* x5 Bottles of Whiskey
* x4 Brahmin Steak
* x3 Pack of Cigarettes
* x1 Match box

Personality: Jim is a rugged outdoors man. He's been trained on how to hunt everything from Mole rat to Yao Guai, and other large vicious beasts. He doesn't take to people so easily since most of the people he's known either stab him in the back or try to kill him right away. Though on a job, Jim is all work and no play. When he wants his caps, he gets them one way or the other.

Skills:

* Gun Repair (Anything)
* Tracking/Wilderness expert
* Lockpicking
* Evaluating people
* Quick to the draw (Like any good Western Gunslinger)

BRIEF bio: Jim grew up in the once great state known as Texas. He learned alot from his father who was a Sheriff of the settlement he lived in. When his father died after a band of Raiders attacked, it was Jim's duty to take the job as Sheriff. He did so, and for six long years, Jim was the Sheriff of this small settlement. Keeping it safe. Then when another Raider war party came, Jim defended the settlement with valor and afterwards could stand the resposability. He started out into the wasteland, and now finds himself in a settlement know as Gravedirt.

OOC : Heres mine, yay or nay?

Name: Oswald "Black Fortune" Alderson

Race: Human Caucasian

Appearance: Gaunt and deathly looking, Oswald sports a thin frame with shoulderblades so sharp you could slice cheese off em' . His hands are like thin snaring talons, and his neck is long with his almost triangular head perched gauntly on top. His nose is hooked and long, his lips thin and tight, with finely polished white teeth contained underneath. His ears [censored] up ever so slightly in a ghoulish manner, and his eyes are small and untrusting, his pupils black as midnight. He sports hair in the fallout 3 "smooth wave" style, and large muttonchop sideburns that go down to the bottom of his neck on each side of his head, grey/black in colour. He's in his mid forties.

Armour/clothing: Oswald sports a manky black long overcoat-duster type of jacket, with several small copper buttons and two pockets on each side of the briast. He always leaves it unbuttoned, which reveals his somewhat cleaner blood red shirt underneath, buttoned and with a http://www.crystalbuffalo.com/jewelry/sterling-silver-buffalo-skull-bolo-tie.jpg . He has some normal grey canvas pants tucked into black horse riding boots with spurs and wears faded yellow thick leather gloves ( they were originally welders gloves that went back to the elbow but hes cut them down in size ). Underneath his coat but untop of his shirt he has a brown lather ammo belt running diagonally over his chest, adorned with a wide range of bullets from all sorts of different calibre's. He wears no hat ( !! )

Weaponry: "Scott Smithy" , a finely crafted lever action rifle. It is scratched and stripped, but looks loved and well cared after nontheless. Its unique in the sense its made completely of steel, with no wooden bits or elaborate engraving whatsoever. Dull steely grey in colour, it looks like a real workhorse of a weapon. A durable and long lasting piece of equipment.

He also carries a standard "Chinese Pistol" , clipped onto his ammo belt near the hip.

Misc. Items: *A small silver cylinder canister that he keeps his cigarettes in
* A burnt old zippo lighter

Personality: Cold, yet suave. Oswald has a personality slightly more cut-above then your average gruff wastelaner. He can be menacing at times, but he carries with him a kindly and gentleman-like glow...making him a trustworthy and reliable person. He likes to get the job done, and see's the many perils of wasteland life as mere work to ensure his survival, and carries no emotional burden in regard to the direness of life's situation.

Skills: Oswald isnt a "proffessional" at anything. He shoot's pretty average, hes not exceptionally fast, and he cant do a "stellar" job of patching up a wounded man, busting down a locked door, or hacking a terminal. He is simply "good" at most things, a well rounded yet average character.

BRIEF bio Raised in an old manor at point lookout that was later razed to the ground by swamp-folk, Oswalds parents were seen as untrustworthy and cold individuals, and it is believed that the burning of the manor house was an elaborate plan by the surrounding more "civilised" inhabitants of the land. He carries him a foretold family curse that seems to give him a bad name, and bad luck...so many people dont look past his appearance and family name, and judge him unfairly. He drifts from town to town in the wastes, exploring and doing odd jobs.

Hmmm, I'm the deputy of this and I say... This is quite good, the Bio wasn't BRIEF, but hey, if your willing to put this much detail into the actual story I think you're pretty much accepted. I don't know what William will say, but odds on? This is a good job, you've got a yay from me.

So we got 8 people, how many are we looking to get in this?

I think 8 people is just about... Enough, I'll have to see what William thinks. 8 might be too much, too less or just enough. No one else put up any character sheets please.

8's good, we got us some good'ns OKAY NO NEW SHEETS, Ill post the proper thread tomorrow

Erm is this still being made?

Yeah, give William some time. Something might've happened.