Sin and Restitution : Fallout Series Discussion

» Sun Jul 31, 2011 4:57 am

*NOT TAKING NEW MEMBERS.

Sin and Restitution

Listen as you read: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBGk01s5rSE&feature=related

[i]In the year 2221, scientists at the Institute began experiments on human test subjects, hoping to find the key to the Super Mutant issue. Of course, they had no idea how the Super Mutants were really created, and so instead of reaching the outcome they were hoping for, they found something much, much worse. The being they had created looked like a ghoul, but appeared to immediately lose all rational though, reverting immediately to a feral state. They strained and thrashed at their restraints, mindless and uncaring of the wounds inflicted on them, and the scientists could only stare in horror at what they created. No one understood just what they had done. No one understood the virus they had created. Not until it was much, much too late.

You see, one of the scientists had not taken the correct precautions. They had been preparing chemical injections for further experimentation, just as they had been for the past several weeks. But this particular scientist became lax in his preparations. He had killed ghouls before, and he wasn’t concerned with any wounds they might inflict. His clothes were padded to protect from bites, and the arms of the creatures were restrained. There was nothing to worry about.

He underestimated the jaw power of the creature, and paid dearly for it. By the same time the next day, the Institute was dead. There was not a single living creature left inside, and yet, a soft noise could be heard, if one were to listen closely. The sound of moaning, and shuffling feet.

These creatures have now been let loose on the world. And it is not prepared. [/i

Host: Woolymammoth

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» Sun Jul 31, 2011 4:23 am

Name: Jonny Verrix

Age: 26

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Hair color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Skin Tone: Tanned

Appearance: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMpRELRZGM/Rr9BRbQdSMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/1-w2-uHXqCU/s400/justinkirkweeds.jpg

Clothing: White undershirt, blue boxers with pink hearts

Armor: Advanced Power Armor MkII

Weapons: SCAR-H Assault Rifle, Steel Baseball Bat, M1911

Personality: Jonny is a pretty nice guy but you wouldn’t know it; he doesn’t seem to talk much. He values respect over anything else, something that his father taught him, he cares about people who deserved to be cared about especially women. Jonny has a soft spot for women and will help them out in a situation, no matter how dangerous or risky the situation is. Because he has no living family Jonny’s friends are his family, and Jonny does whatever he can to protect his family, unfortunately now that he lives in Manhattan he has no friends.

Bio: Jonny was born into the Enclave, unfortunately his father was having problems with his commanding officer and he deserted with his wife and child, they fled to the city of Las Vegas where they lived in a small house for a few years. When Jonny was old enough they ventured east, it took them along time to find a place that was civilized enough for them to start their family, and the place was D.C. They moved into a town known as Megaton, unfortunately when Jonny was celebrating his sixteenth birthday a mad citizen opened fire on several other citizens killing both his mother and father, Jonny got revenge quickly though by beating the man unconscious and bringing him to his house, when the man awoke Jonny began to torture him. Jonny kept him alive for weeks just so he could continue to torture him, when the man died Jonny left Megaton with his father’s armor and headed to the northeast. Jonny stopped at many locations on his journey and eventually decided to settle in New York after six years of wandering. He’s been there ever since and recently hordes of feral ghoul like people have inhabited the island, people are calling them Zombies for how closely they resemble the ghouls and Zombies in pre-war culture.

» Sun Jul 31, 2011 10:05 am

OOC: Very short sheet from me, for once, but whatever.

Let's get to it gentlemen! There's work to be done!

Name: Marcus Madison

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: A rather large, imposing man, Marcus appears to be little more than a common thug all at first glance. One look into his dull, green eyes, however, tells a very different story, as there’s definitely a calm, calculating intelligence behind those eyes. With messy, black hair and light, almost sickly looking skin, Marcus has a crazed, half-insane look about him, and he would look just like a raider if he ever wore their armor.
He definitely doesn’t appear to be a person easily approached.

Picture: http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/465/154961-058b710509e94270276e356ee3c8c1d3_super.jpg

Equipment: At the moment, only a lead pipe, a http://i495.photobucket.com/albums/rr319/joshuamckee_30/005-2.jpg pistol with plenty of spare ammo in his pockets, and a http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f191/fyimo/Norinco1911Custom.jpg (Chinese knock-off of the M1 1911 for the unaware.)

Personality: Marcus is a cruel, vindictive man. Having lived a life of incredibly hardship on the streets of the ruined New York, he knows the ends and outs of the entire city, and he knows just how terrible the people of said city can be. He looks out for himself first, and everyone else second, if even that. He doesn’t put up with others lightly, and prefers going it alone, but if you somehow, by some miracle, manage to get into his graces, you can at least expect that he won’t betray you on a whim.

Brief history: Marcus, having grown up in the worst parts of New York, the parts that were overrun by raiders, has only a memory of violence and death. He doesn’t really remember his childhood much, and he has no idea who his parents were, nor does he really care. The only thing relevant to him is the present, anyway. The past has no pleasant memories, no things to take refuge in, and the future is nothing but futile hopes and dreams with no basis in reality. The present is the only thing that matters, and right now, the present is filled with chaos.

Regular Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ulUspEgwCN8&feature=related

Battle Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grxjYj6Sec4&feature=related

» Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:59 am

Spoiler

Name: Andrew Hannan
Age: 28
six: Male

Physical appearance: Slim build with little to no obvious muscle tone, although legs seem to be lean they actually have a lot of power behind them. Unkempt messy chocolate brown hair with wandering hazel eyes that keep a constant lookout on the scene in front of him, a small dark smudge of a scar runs underneath his jawline. A scraggly beard of a few millimetres covers most of his jawline and top lip, which he continuously strokes when pondering a situation.

Arsenal:

Silenced Automatic Rifle: A silenced 5.56mm assault rifle coloured black with an adjustable scope and fire rate, has a 24-round magazine and multiple scratches on the grip.
Silenced 9mm pistol: A simple nine millimetre with a silencer, there are no noticeable personalised customizations apart from scratches on the grip.
Infa-red binoculars: A pair of infa-red military-grade binoculars that can pick up body heat from up to 400 metres away, can be adjusted to night-vision and normal which both range up to 800m.

Stealth suit: Andrew’s most prized possession is his stealth suit, which is entirely black and has a plasma power supply strapped to the back to keep him stealthed at all times. He never takes it off, even during sleep and has also been known to keep his mask on when talking as it has multiple filters and protections from disease as well as radiation.

It has been customized with both the plasma power supply, filtering system and an experimental AI system that feeds Andrew tactical info on what is in his line of sight. It’s only experimental and has led him into dangerous situations as well as given bad tactical advice but it’s been right more than wrong. As well as this there is a small tactical HUD that displays simple tactical info as well as identifying threats.

Personality: Andrew is an outspoken man with little care for what other people say or think about him, even though he rarely shows his face. Whenever a conversation starts he has to be first to come up with an idea or suggestion otherwise he feels as though he has failed as an active participant in the conversation. He has little emotion when it comes to killing, simply doing so because it’s what he’s good at.

Biography:

Andrew is a simple waster apart from his apparent luck, while scavenging in Manhattan he came across a small military facility beneath an un-assuming bookstore. When he walked out he had picked up so much tech that he had been forced to leave some of the best stuff behind, keeping the location secret he made a killing in merchandise, setting up a shop and selling everything he could as quickly as he could.

Within the span of 2 months he had sold everything he’d found except for a pair of binoculars and an experimental stealth suit; which he kept for himself. He then continued on his lucky streak with this new equipment, finding new caches of technology and mint condition weapons, selling the best stuff instead of keeping it all for himself.

As time continued to pass on he realised that he’d made a smart decision, as even with his stealth suit he had become a target to a number of people who wanted the technology for themselves. After a number of failed assassination attempts Andrew fled to the shadows of Manhattan and has kept there since, killing off evil Wasters and helping good ones as they passed by wherever he was.

But now it’s time for him to come out of the shadows and be a part of society again, but he chose the wrong time to do so…

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With a quick breath I looked out through the bushes I was hiding behind, the breath slowly returning to my body; I was expecting the boat to be trouble but not this much. After the amount of time I'd been running from the weird figures that had been spreading throughout the ruined city I'd decided to take a small boat to the Manhattan Island, hoping it would be safe. Since I'd arrived no one else had come into view and I felt as though I'd made a right decision, but why? There was no food here, nothing that I could see that would help me survive and no sign of life at all. Suddenly I realised I hadn't entered the actual building beneath the decaying Statue of Liberty, shuddering I stayed back in the bushes and got ready to activate cloaking capabilities if needed.

Looking left and right again I sat down and pulled out my binoculars, scanning the area's that I could see, still no life signs and nothing of interest. Cursing lightly I put them back down and continued to wait, putting my weight against a tree, slowly staring up at the sky; I hadn't slept for about thirty hours because I'd been discovered by a few of the creatures. They seemed to have no care or intelligence in how they attacked, they just ran at me and tried to maul me and tear my body to shreds. Of course by the time they'd gotten within ten metres of me they had multiple holes in my head or stopped with dumbfounded sudden'ness as I dissapeared from their view. The stealth suit that I'd stolen years ago had proved reliable in stopping them from seeing me, but I wasn't sure about their sense of smell as of yet as I'd always killed them before they had a chance to do anything other than look at where it thought I used to be.

Grimacing inwardly I checked my rifle and pistol as well as the amount of ammunition I had remaining, only six clips for the rifle and two spares for my pistol; scowling I looked back up and continued to wait and rest. Maybe I could get some shut-eye in if I was lucky.

» Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:41 pm

OOC: Yeah, we're not interested in recruiting. We already have everyone we want in the RP, and everyone already knows what's going on, so there's no reason for a large OP.

Anyway, post coming up.

IC: Marcus growled in annoyance as he lit up another cigarette. These bastard things were interfering with his business, and then they didn't even have the decency to die when he shot them. Oh sure, they went down when he put one through their brains, but that was just overkill. Not even feral ghouls were this damn stubborn! At this rate, the creatures were going to kill or convert everyone in the city, and then who was going to hire him? He didn't think the creatures even had enough rational thought left in them to carry grudges, much less money, so he doubted he'd be able to keep working in this city.

The grizzled man snorted in amusemant. Here the world was coming to an end, and he was still thinking of making money. But, that's the world we live in, right? No use crying over things that you can't prevent and can't stop.

He stopped momentarily to check the ammo on his Norinco before sliding the gun back into its holster inside his trenchcoat, and took that time to take in the sight of the Statue of Liberty. He'd never been to this island before, since it was out of the way, and no one came here enough to attract attention. People said it was haunted, but he knew that was a bunch of nonsense. And even if it wasn't, it was still safer than the city proper, at the very least. He was surprised no one else had gotten the same idea as him, actually; to take a boat to liberty island. No matter how stubborn those damn creatures were, the bastards still couldn't walk on water!

He continued onwards towards the decayed Statue, hopeful of perhaps finding some supplies. He wouldn't be surprised if some raiders had set up a base on this island as a back-up, since it was out of the way enough to serve as a hideout. While hiding wasn't normally what raiders were known for, especially the ones that were drugged to high heaven, they were still clever, and they still knew the virtue of hiding anything valuable. His cigarette burned down, and he took a drag while he walked, the lead pipe he had "borrowed" from a generous waster that he had been with when the creatures first appeared banging against his leg as he walked, held swinging above the ground by a small rope attached to his waist.

What a mess today had been. But, he was still alive. And in the end, that was the only thing that mattered.

» Sun Jul 31, 2011 2:15 am

Jonny had just arrived on Liberty Island, as soon as those creatures started to overrun Manhattan Jonny saw no other option but to flee the island, this wasn’t going to be a permanent move however, Jonny wouldn’t be able to survive on the island, eventually he would have to go back to Manhattan. But Jonny wasn’t about to go alone or he’d end up like one of the creatures. There wasn’t much for Jonny to do on the island, he was rather bored, Jonny wished he was back in his Manhattan pad sipping on a glass of whiskey and reading a Guns and Bullets magazine but that wasn’t happening anytime soon, an apocalypse has happening after an apocalypse, it was ridiculous, as if the wasteland didn’t’ have enough troubles as it was. There wasn’t much Jonny could do about it though, his only option was to flee, head somewhere safe, somewhere free of the infection.

But for now all Jonny could do was wait, wait until someone else decided to leave the island, and if that didn’t happen Jonny would live out the rest of his days on the island. Jonny sighed and walked up to the old statue of liberty, “I wonder what this place was like back before the war, before all this. What I would do to live in that time, I remember the stories you told me dad, the stories about the good ol’ USA. [censored]. Thinking about the past makes the present seem [censored]tier!” said Jonny to himself, he sighed once again and continued to stare at the statue. Jonny started to walk around; he got to the edge of the island and looked out into the sea. “Europe… That’s the safest place I bet… Too bad I can’t get there” once again Jonny sighed, he turned around and headed back to the statue, he saw a man by it, Jonny immediately became excited and called out to the man while running, “Hey you! Hey, I’m not infected! I came to this island for safety just like you!” Jonny was now right in front of the man “Nice to meet you I’m Jonny Verrix!” Jonny extended his arm for a handshake.