Howls echoed from the wastes, sands whipped the faces of the remnants of the mercenary group known as "The Watchers" the sky was black, all but the moon shone forth, not a star in the sky, but a big yellow sphere, staring into the eyes of the brothers.

They had been trudging for days, through Midwestern wastes, a melting pot of radiation, wind, sand, rain and predators, how did the brothers that had once been the protectors of a host of towns to the west, how had they become fugitives, forced to flee in the face of insurmountable odds, what had forced these majestic warriors to leave the people who they had defended for years.

"Sir, the men are getting restless, they want to know why we had to abandon the towns, they wont last long!"
"Be Quiet, Jessica!, You don't understand, you wouldn't understand"
"THEN help me to understand" Jessica said pulling Jacob face closer to hers
"ever since we found that damn computer, you've been acting so weird" she said with a slight Shudder
"That computer may have very well saved our lives" Jacob said angrily pulling away from Jessica.

Continuing to trudge through the sandy wastes, behind the frontal scouting party, stood 8 men and women, carrying a giant metal casket, like the ones pre-war people buried their dead in, faintly glowing in the darkness, of the sandy night.

After more and more trudging through the darkened sands, the soldiers came to a rocky mesa, after climbing to the top, they set up camp, with a view over the entire wastes Jacob Moroeu watched, on the path they had came, as his men drifted off to sleep, he walked up to the metal casket, lent up against a rocky outcrop, checking to make sure that his men where asleep, Jacob looked into the lightly glowing machine.

ZAX 03124771... Activate. he punched into the input console

ZAX 03124771... Activated.
Running external diagnostic...
External Diagnostic Results: Clear, 4% Radiation in the air.
Running Internal Diagnostic...
Internal Diagnostic Results: 99.997% Data Clear, 0.003% Corrupt data Files
Corrupt Data Files: Project Mariposa
Activate Zack Sawyer Protocol Alpha
Communicating with?? (Input)

"Jacob Moroeu" Jacob said quietly to the machine

"Welcome, Jacob Moroeu." The computer said, sparkling to life.
"Its good to see you again, now what would you like to talk about?"
"What was so catastrophic that you had me uproot you and bring you all the way here?"

"aah, my friend a very good story awaits you, let me tell you something before i tell you the whole story..."

"War. War Never Changes..."

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Ok, Guys and Gals. this is my first RP, this RP will be filled with twists turns and other bits of fun, if i PM you asking you to do something like become abducted during the night, and you don't want to then we will find something to compromise with. RULES are as follows.

RULES
- PM character sheets to me before posting.
- You cant Control other peoples characters, unless you know what they would be thinking i.e. Jimmy the skittish child was shot at by john (john can say that jimmy was scared).
- No ubering, I will decide is ubering and what isn't.
- I AM GOD.
- You must post consistently, if you don't post after more than a week, then you will be killed off, also, no little posts... i.e. Jimmy was scared! as a post, if you do i will kill your character off, some short ones will be accepted if they are important to the story, but try to keep your posts nice and chunky, use adjectives and verbs, you'll be surprised as to how many more lines you can get in, if you describe the texture and consistency of the gruel your eating.
- Have fun, and play nice you kids.



Character Sheet:
Name: (not penny winkle long dong)
Age: (not insane amounts)
Race: (reasonable)
Equipment: (A small merc band wont have Gatling lasers, and plasma grenades, that being said a weapons spec will have better weapons, make your own weapons like Gauze Rifles and stuff)
Specialization: (Medic, Heavy, Melee, Sneaky, Guns, Repair, Science ect ect ect)
Description: (hair, size, height, looks)
Bio: (where you came from and how you met with the watchmen)

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I will be playing 2 characters, Jacob and Jessica,

Character Sheet
Name: Jacob Moroeu
Age: 36
Race: Caucasian.
Equipment: Chinese Assault Rifle, 44. Magnum, Very Poor Power Armour.
Spec: Repair, Small Guns
Description: A tall man towering 7"4' over most of his men, he has a muscly build (not overly just like that of a soldier), he has fair brown hair, and violet eyes
Bio: Born years ago, into a farming community, his entire family was wiped out by roving raiders, he only survived by hiding behind a bookcase, after weeks of living off food stores, he was picked up by a man who took him under his wing, training the boy to fire and maintain guns, to tend to wounds and use old technology, this made Jacob into a jack of all trades, with specialization in guns and repair (mechanical and organic). at age 22, the man who took him in was murdered, by the same people that had killed his family, with a vow of revenge, Jacob set out to hunt the raiders to his last breath, 2 years later, and many many miles behind him, Jacob found the raiders, killing many of them in their sleep, and when they left the camp, soon only 3 remained, The Raider Matron, a sniveling traitor, and a slave girl, chained in the matrons chambers, as the matron and the traitor tried to make a run for it one day, Jacob sprung out from behind the rocks, slitting the throat of the traitor, and locking in mortal combat with the Matron, after many blows, the matron was brought to her knees, Jacob wanted her to feel the pain that she had, in the heat of the middle of the day, he pulled out the entrails of the traitor, and lashed her to a large round rock, breaking her legs and arms, a fate he had learned through reading an old Greek book from the pre-war. he sat back and watched, as vultures and roaches came forth and ate the matron alive, plucking our her eyes, eating her entrails, after hours of this torture, Jacob, well pleased with himself was about to leave, to start up another farming community he heard screaming from the main raider tent, upon entering, he found a young girl, named Jessica only 21 years old, over the next 5 years, grew to love each other and married. In their later years, they set up a merc group known as the watchers.

Character Sheet
Name: Jessica Moroeu
Age: 35
Race: Caucasian, Italian (Olive Skin)
Equipment: Sniper Rifle, Scoped Magnum (44.), Leather Armour (with metal Padding)
Spec: Small Guns, Medical Expert
Description: An average woman, standing 6"2' she is muscly, not that it can be seen, she has long raven black hair down to her waist, and red eyes, like a fire
Bio: After living a life as the daughter of a Private Protection Group, Jessica was trained to fix the wounds of her fathers soldiers, and to keep her out of the fray, her father taught her to be a sniper, to keep her out of trouble, but after 10 years, she longed for more, on the eve of her planned escape from her father, they where ambushed by raiders, in the heat of battle, many raiders where killed, but so where the soldiers, as she tried to snipe off the raider matron, she saw captain Grima, he had betrayed everyone that she loved, and their deaths where assured, as she started to fire into the matrons direction her hair was grabbed by a raider from behind, and she was taken hostage, she spent the next 2 years cleaning the raiders clothes and camp, many times she had almost become the victim of [censored], she would usually fight her way out of it, and the matron enjoyed watching some of her strongest men be put into place by a young girl, only 21 years old. Soon, some of the raiders started to go missing, their was panic in the camp, untill one day all that was left was her, grima, the traitor, and the matron of all the raiders, in the early morning, the matron and grima bound her up, and tried to flee, from the tent, Jessica heard the screams of grima, and the locking of blades, hours later, she heard the screaming of pain from the matron, when the screams stopped, an ominous silence fell over the entire wastes, jiggling herself free from her bindings, she yelled for help, a tall man stood before her, he helped her out of her bindings, patched her up and took her back to his camp, later they married, and started a merc group known as the watchers

OOC: 7'4 and 6'2? i said before in another post that these heights are really out of it. Its post-war world. Barely any humans would stand 5'8 anymore.
Why does everyone make odd heights for their characters? Sticky isn't even 5ft and hes 18!

On Topic:
Character Sheet:
Name: Jonah Lomu
Age: 32
Race: Tongan
Equipment: Assault Rifle, 18 Frag Grenades, Combat armor and 4 stimpacks
Specialization: Big guns, small guns, Melee
Description: small mowhawk, 5 o'clock shadow, 7ft 5in, large and stanched built like a tank but moves like a cheetah.
Bio: Originally from California, moved to the capital wasteland in search of an old friend who owed him something. At a young age he had sprouted into a large size and had inhuman strength and speed. He was so unbelievable that he was casted out by his peers for showing to much signs of a Mutant.
He earned his skills with guns by using these people for target practise. He collected ammo and lifes as he headed for the wastelandwhere he would meet with a couple called the watchers, who could help him find the people he is looking for.

OOC:
You should have PM'd him your char sheet first.
This is a Quip at Half-Life 1 also there is alot of referances to Fallout 2 in my charicter sheet.

Character Sheet:
Name: Gordon Freeman
Age: 30
Race: Human

Bio:
Gordon is a member of the Watchers, he moved from California as part of a Reconoscence group sent by Anti-Slaver Rangers.
However after finding a group of of Slavers who call themselves the Xen, lead by a brutal man caleld Nihilanth, he and his group struggled to save the Vautigaunts however his entire group was killed in the conflict.
Gordon finnished off the Xen killing Nihilanth with his bare hands freeing the Vautigaunts he drifted further into the wasteland eventually meeting up with the Watchers.
Gordon enjoys reading journals and sceintific material, if he had lived in the pre-war he would probably have a Ph.D in Theoretical Physics.
His believes are very strong and believes that all slaves should be killed, he also does not have any predudice to mutants as he worked with mutants as part of the Rangers.

Specialization: Smallguns and Science.

Description:
Gordon has short brown hair with a very slight receding hairline and lots of black facial hair.
He is of rather muscular build and is 5,8.

Equipment:
He wears thick black rimmed glasses and Ranger Green Combat armour and helmet.
He carries a Crowbar an Assault Shotgun and a .357 Magnum.

http://gamernode.com/upload/Other%20images/gordon1191709903.jpg
http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/8958/combat1wo8.jpg
http://www.hlgaming.com/images/spmods/blueshift/weapons/crowbar.gif
http://www.hlgaming.com/images/spmods/blueshift/weapons/shotgun.gif
http://www.hlgaming.com/images/spmods/blueshift/weapons/magnum.gif


Introduction:

Gordon slept for the first time in a while,
His travels with the Watchers had been plauged with nightmares.

In them he was lying flat on his back on a bed and a man in a suit stood over,
the man spoke to his softly and images flashed through his head.
The images were of his old friend ripped to pieces by the monsters they had fought against.

However tonight he slept like a baby and would wake up refreshed for the first time in months.

PM has been sent, I am joining if he approves

7'4" and 6'2"????? that is just pushing the envelope of ridiculousness. it would be impossible for any sane person to be over 6 feet tall after growing up in an irradiated wasteland. even if the radiation made you grow in the same way it made all the wildlife grow, it would make you a mindless killing machine in the same way it made the bears, crabs, and molerats into mindless killing machines.


RIDICULOUS

OOC: dude its not that weird, my family is huge i have a 15 year old sister who is 5"9, and shes still growing, and your telling me there is no way in hell 2 people out of the ENTIRE race, in america, are taller than 5 foot, even so, radiation would help in growth. douches

For WoolyMammoth45:
Name: marcus johnson
Age: 21
Race: human
Equipment: .44 magnum, hunting rifle, 10mm pistol, combat knife, leather armor
Specialization: small weapons, sneak, security
Description: brown hair and eyes, 200 pounds, 6-0
Bio: Lived in Megaton, when his father was accused of murdering someone, they killed his dad, and thought he had something to do with it, his mom died in childbirth, when the townsfolk were chasing him, he ran to his weapon chest, grabbed his belongings and ran into the dark cold wasteland in the night, where he met the watchman

as i said before, if the radiation helped growth in the same way it helped growth in animals, it would also take away any semblance of thought or sanity, turning you into something akin to a feral ghoul. forgive me for believing that realism helps in immersing people in your story. you must admit that being 7'4" tall after living your entire life without adequate food or water is a little ridiculous. why in hell would you want a character that tall anyway? unless the others climb on top of him and use him like a watchtower...?

i have PMd and await a reply

7'4 is fair huge though

im in

Name: luc
age: 23
Race: French/american
equipment: a batterd hunting rifle with a homemade scope and a combat knife for when things get a bit messy
specialization: Sniper
Description: Born to a family of nomadic french refugees but abandoned at birth near little lamplight. Luc was taken in and raised by the town. up until his 13th birthday luc grew quickly standing almost a head taller than other children of his age, he regulated to normal growth in the following years. A tall lanky child with mud brown hair he was nothing special to look at but for his eyes one was sea blue and deep as the cavern that was thier home the other was a dark strong green the colour of the trees in the books left in the schoolhouse. ever since he was trusted with his first BB gun Luc exeled at long range shooting, hours would be spent lining up cans and shooting the down again. Luc would sometimes even leave the confines of the town to spend the day shooting bloatflies, though he would never stray out of sight from the cavarns he would wander further as his confidence grew until eventually he went to far and stumbled across a supermutant camp. for weeks luc sat fearing the end, whisperings of something called the mall filled the air others debated just cooking him and eating him, but this was thankfully quashed by Lucs boney frame.
but one night the sky flashed red and men in meatl suits swarmed the camp slaughterd the mutants. they freed Luc and were about to send him on his way when behind there backs a crippled supermutant crawled to there leader, thinking instinctively luc picked up one of the dead mutants hutning rifles and hit the mutant right between the eyes, seeing this the brotherhood recruted the 15 year old and trained him until he was finaly initiated as a full member of the brotherhood. all was fine for luc raids came and raids went, life inside the citidel was great there was even word of selecetion from the Lyons pride, until his nineteenth birthday when an older paladin offerd Luc a chem, Jet. The next 2 years were a blur to the young sniper, ejection from the brotherhood, being run out of megaton for stealing chems until finaly a band of traveling mercanaries offered a hand and a hope to young man, Luc has been sober for a year since joining the group, but a relapse could be on the cards. luc is now 5'9 BTW and has developed some muscle mass not much but that of a proffesional athelete.

luc's personnel journal entry 398

If jacob keeeps us here much longer im going to snap, its hard enough to focus without treking around the wasteland for days on end, i dont see what was wrong with the town we were protecting, comfy houses, decent water, food, but i guess thats not exiteing enough for our interped leader. Worse still we are lugging around a completely useless box all day, im no scientist but as far as i know its no different to a computor we could fit to our brahmin. there is obviously something to it and i am sure Jacob isnt giving us the whole story about why we had to leave....... (sigh) but I trust him, he has never steered us wrong and i would probably have died after leaving the brotherhood if it werent for him. hes also the only one who can give me some compotition to keep my aim right. god if i dont kill something soon im going to have to start shooting the brahmin we pass in the feilds, nah Jess would have a fit and i dont really want to risk pissing off jonah either, call me a coward but unless hes more than 50 paces away if he says down is up then ill agree, theres something about jonah aswell, he brings back bad memories of the weeks leading up to my rescue by the BOS.
this place gives me the creeps, theres something about it i dont like we are to open to attack and we can be seen for miles but its not any of that logical stuff.........I dont know its probably nothing.

now if youll excuse me i think i see a radscorpian at 300 paces.........showtime.

end recording.

As the Fiery sun rose, over the mid-western wastes, the watchmen arose from their slumber, woken by the shouts and orders from Jacob.

"Get up you layabouts!" he said, opening the brahmin skin tents,
"We got more work to do!"

"God, Jacob, we have been walking for 3 days!!"
"Im NOT going ANYWHERE! untill you tell me WHAT THE HELL is HAPPENING!!!" Jessica yelled jumping out from her tent in a tank top and brahmin skin pants.

"you really want to know?? You REALLY want to know!!"
"YES! TELL ME"

"THE [censored] ENCLAVE IS COMING AFTER US!!" jacob yelled letting out all of his pent up rage

a grim silence fell over the camp, all that was heard was a helmet dropping. The last time the watchmen came to blows with the enclave was 2 years ago, a trader camp the watchmen had been hired to protect was set up in a small settlement, the traders recently had come across an old CPU, to all but the enclave and the Brotherhood of steel, it was a worthless piece of junk. In the night, vertibirds dropped from the sky, and armored warriors filled the settlement, by the time the watchmen where prepared and ready to fight, the settlement was in ruins, the dead filled the streets, men, women children no-one was left alive, more than 40 people where killed in the night all by the enclave.

As the soldiers remembered that somber night, their hearts sank, many spoke up and started to voice their opinions, the fact that we were unlikely to survive very long, being hunted by the enclave to that jacob replied with a single finger, pointing out to the wastes.

They will hunt us untill we are all but memories in the grains of the shifting sands." Jacob said with a dark tone in his voice.
"yes. We may be outnumbered and Yes, they have more firepower, but we have stood our ground for the past 10 years, AND I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE IN TO THE ENCLAVE NOW."
"We have fought them before, AND WE HAVE WON."
"We have faced them before AND THEY HAVE FLED."
"Now, brothers and sisters, we will fight to Stake our claim in these wastes."

Jacob saw in his men, the faith returning, as they packed their camps, and loaded up the Metal Casket, the warriors set out,

"MEN!" Jessica shouted, everyone elses head turning to look at her
"Sometimes the Pure and Good must perish, so that the rest will survive, we are the pure, and the people we protect are the rest, we must be willing to stake our lives, to protect something greater than ourselves, we must protect, the weak!"

Luc ran up to Jacob tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention, as he wheeled round Luc could see that odd look of repectfull fear, courage and bloodlust the made jacob so usefull in a sittuation like this

" Jacob, how close? will they be here soon. you and i know more of the enclave that anyone here, you know that if they strike in number there will be heavey casualties maybe even some dead. "

" just get packing and get to range, youll see how many there are when they get here. " jacob sounded calm as always

to this luc just turned and replied "did you see cages?"
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OOC: sorry for putting words in your mouth but a dialougue doesnt work with 1 person.

OOC: It was hardly a dialog 2 spoken sentances.

Gordon woke up to the crazed shouting,
Great just wehn I thought I was going to get a good nights sleep
Bloody marital problems should be left at home.

He stepped towards the group of men gathering to listen to thier row.
The promises of death and destruction at the hands of the enclave did not phase Gordon.
The Rangers had encountered them back in the West Country a long time ago and had helped defeat the remenants after the Wanderer destroyed their main base.

He picked up his bag and put it over his shoulders.
Then he placed all his weapons in the correct holsters.

Hmm why do I have enough holsters for 14 weapons, one of them is big enough for a missle launcher...
I only have three weapons and I dont even plan on ever using a missle launcher.

Sometimes things just seemed to happen in Gordons life, it was asthough someone else was controlling him at times.

OOC: very good set up for gordon there, and i wanted to write more, but i thought the inclusion of deathclaws was exeeeding my authorty a bit

Luc was frantic ruuning from one person to the next, his rifle Shapre had gone missing. The old gun had been the one constant in his life and his saviour on many occaisions but now it was gone. even through the pains of addiction and th ehumilitaion of expulsion from the brotherhood he had even resisted selling it for the chems that ruled him at the time. to lose Sharpe would end Luc and he knew it.

Luc went on a search checking his tent again and asking jess who quickly grew tierd of his asking and told him to leave, Luc's head was a mess the rifle was all he had left from his mentor at the brotherhood and even in the shackle sof addiction Luc had resisted selling it for drug money. reluctantly he picked up a fairly well maintaind rifle from the armoury and went to his position. whatever had happend to Sharpe the enclave were going to pay for it in blood. Luc calmed as he anolysed the people he was standing with with, jacob was more than competant with his chinese assualt rifle, jess was almost as sharp a shooter as he was, sometimes more accurate, jonahs traits were obvious to everyone who saw him, Gordon was more of a mystery Luc had never really gotten to know him, but he had stood his ground more than a few times and had hunted and killed an entire group slavers a miraculous feat in itself. Luc's confidence grew and time seemed to slow as it always did when he was ready for war, " todays gonna be a good day ' Luc mutterd to himself.

Character Sheet:
Name: Ben Marlow
Age: 26
Race: White american
Equipment: A brand new guass rifle and old rusted t-51b power armor,and helmet.
Specialization: Heavy weapons
Description: Flat top,6,2,has a scare on his forehead
Bio: Came from the pitt in search of a better life but ended up a gun for hire until he met the watchers and was enthralled in their lifestyle.

if you dont want your character to talk then make that clear in your OP

ok weapon pile, what ever you want to call it

oh and one last point before i go, your character can not be a silent protaganist as he is not a protaganist, nor is my character on Jacob and Jess are, its not your FF its deadly sins, so stop being a little dictator and play nice

this sounds alot like escaped from slavers to me, so how was that wrong?

edit i misread that you were hunting salvers and will ammend my post as such

OOC: What are we doing :huh:

having an arguement, i would post but no one else seems to be bothering and i dont want to over post

i have removed Lucs conversation with Gordon and apologise for any problems my rule breaking may have caused.