A Life Known by So Few: Sign-up thread

Story

The sky was dark with hardly a cloud in the sky. The air had a dry humid feel to it. A tall shadowed figure stood triumphant over a lifeless body, blood flowing from its head and pooling near a rock. In the distance, dim lights lit up a small settlement known as Eli. The shadowed figure cleaned its boot, and started towards the town. Eli was situated in the middle of no where, bringing little commerce to the town. The town was fair in size, and had enough to provide food for its people which occasionally went out into the wasteland, hunting, trading, and on special business that was kept quiet to outsiders. Eli had one major secret, that if leaked would bring every Tracker and Slaver down on them.

The town of Eli was a major hub for the widespread orginization known as "The Railroad". Most of the settlers in Eli were ex-slaves or Railroad workers helping others in getting free. Though "The Railroad" was scattered all around, and was usually an orginization that kept from using violence, "The Railroad" stationed in the South Western United States was often known for using violence by other's inside "The Railroad", and being very sucessful during their raids. Trackers hunting Androids were often killed without remorse, seeing how they showed little remorse to the Androids they tried to take back to the Commonwealth. The same went for Slavers who were put into slavery by "The Railroad" for their own use. Eli was a town that was out of the way, and few people knew where it was located. But recently, word had gotten out to some possible Trackers and Slavers where Eli was located.

This caused concern to Eli's town Sheriff, Thomas Brown who was an ex-slave and was rescued by "The Railroad" when he was 24 after being in slavery since he was born. Brown didn't like Trackers or Slavers, his best friend who was an Android was killed in a fight with some Trackers, and during the fight almost killed himself. When Brown heard the news that possible Slavers and Trackers had found out the location of Eli, he began to worry, expecially when he caught wind that a mysterious figure had walked into town during the night. Could this mysterious stranger be a Slaver or Tracker? Brown didn't know, but he was going to find out.

As the mysterious figure walked down the street, the spur's of the boots clanking and then silent as the figure stopped and looked around. The figure was completely exposed, standing in the middle of the street, anyone could have shot the mysterious figure down. But no one did a thing, women and children walked into their house or a nearby store, watching as Sheriff Brown and his two deputies walked over to the figure clad in a Black Duster with black Combat Armour under. You couldn't see the figures face behind the classic Cowboy hat, a mean slaver looking face, but that didn't faze Sheriff Brown for a moment. The Sheriff and his two deputies stopped just a few feet from the mysterious figure, revealing their 10mm Sub Machine-gun's attached to their belts.

The figure looked up, revealing a old scar running all the way down his left eye. He had a rough beard, and a dirty smile on his face as he revealed to the law his twin .223 pistols on either side of his belt, and twin Combat knifes on his thighs.

"What's your business here, stranger?" Sheriff Brown asked in a deep powerful voice.

"I've come for what's mine." The figure replied placing a cigarette in his mouth. Sheriff Brown looked at his Deputies, both were ready to draw on his command, but by the looks of it, this stranger was skilled at the trade and was no green horn. Brown licked his lips, looking directly at the stranger who stood taking puff after puff off his cigarette.

"What do you think is here, that belongs to you?" Sheriff Brown asked readying his hand for the draw. The two deputies were also readying themselfs, their hands deadly calm. But the figure just stood there, in the middle of the street. The whole town of Eli was watching the situation unfold from inside their houses and stores.

"I've come for some slaves that I had taken from me a few years back. I heard that this was the place to search, so I figured I would make a long trip short, and just come here. So where are my slaves?" The figure took several more puffs of his cigarette before it was burned down to the filter. Brown looked at the man confused, and worried. He had to get this man before he could tell others.

"Sorry, but we don't have slaves here. This is the town of Eli, we don't condone Slavery here. You must have gotten us confused with another town, Stranger? Maybe you should leave town now?" Edging his hand closer to his gun.

"Maybe your right?" The figure said with the small filter still between his teeth. His voice was hollow and almost ghoulish for a human. He looked at the two deputies, and at Sheriff Brown with a glance. "Maybe your right, Sheriff? But not without what I came for!" The figure without thought and the flick of his tounge launched the cigarette filter out of his mouth, and quickly went to draw his twin .223's. Brown and the two deputies did as well, bullets quickly flew through the air, not hitting their target. The two deputies and Sheriff Brown took cover behind some metal barricades that had been created for putting outside the town's street incase of an attack. The stranger quickly took cover behind a metal plank, firing both of his .223's with great patience. Bullets wizzed over head, some pinged against the metal barricades. The town went silent of voices and whispers, only the sound of bullets flying over head and the pinging of metal was heard. Brown changed his clip, switching to some heavier armour piercing rounds. The night sky erupted in flashes of gunfire as both the deputies changed clips and continued the fight.

The minutes dwindled down, and both sides were running low on ammo. It was only a matter of time before one side ran out of ammo before the other. The figure had both deputies and Sheriff Brown pinned down behind their cover, and quickly made a mad dash out of town, breaking through the bar and disapearing into the dark wasteland. Brown and the deputies watched in disbelief, seeing all the bullet dent on the metal barricades. They congradulated one another, hoping Eli would be safe for the time.

"That was some crazy [censored], Sheriff!" The first deputy said placing his sub machine-gun on his belt. The other deputy did the same, but realized something on Sheriff Brown. Both of them looked, wondering what it was.

"Is that-" The first deputy asked. Brown looked down and saw a little brown spot on his shirt, and unbuttoned it, revealing some blood and a bullet wound. Brown looked at his deputies with a worried look.

"[censored], I didn't even feel the damn thing!" Brown said trying to keep the situation calm. The town came out, and was shocked to see their Sheriff had been wounded. Ex-slave and Android alike were stunned.

"Let's get you to Dotor West's clinic, she'll patch you up." The second deputy said swinging the sheriff's arm around his neck.

"Alright Sam, but gather a group together. I want that [censored] found before he can bring some of his slaver buddies with him." Sam nodded and handed the sheriff to Todd, the first deputy. Most of the town followed them to Doctor West's clinic, but were told to leave so he could have some space to work. While Sam gathered a team together, to go out in the wasteland, and hunt the stranger down.
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This is where you come in!! You are joining the team that Sam (My Character) is putting together to go out and find the stranger who's "Come for what is his" but there's more to the story than what it seems. You may play as an Android, but please don't everyone play an Android character. If all I see is people posting Androids, they will not be allowed to play. Simple enough
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RULES

1. I'am the Boss, anything I say goes.

2. If you have a problem/Question during the game, send me a PM.

3. Do not just post OOC's or a single sentence! Have your posts have two or more paragraphs of your character doing or saying something.

4. Keep all OOC's to a minimum. Do not have an OOC in every post.

5. No posting something bad about another player. Let's all be friends here.

6. No UBER posts or actions of anykind. You will be given ONE warning, one is all you need until you are kicked.

7. Be an average skilled player. No Novices! (Read So You Think You Can Rp at the top of the forum if you are new)

8. Do not control another players character at anytime. I may control other players character to keep the story moving.

9. I control all major NPC's.

10. And Have fun.


CHARACTER SHEET

Name-

Age-

Appearence-

Clothes/Armour-(No Power Armour of anykind)

Weapons- (No Plasma weapons of anykind. One laser rifle or pistol is fine)

Misc- (Food, valuables etc)

Personality-

Back Story-

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MY CHARACTER


Name- A5-23 aka Sam Deckard

Age- 32

Race- Caucasian

Appearence- Short black Buzz Cut hair, Small patch of chin scruff, muscular build, about 5' 10" and about 190lbs. Tough and mean facial features.

Clothes/Armour- Merc Adventurer Outfit, Sunglasses (To hide his false glimmer in the eyes).

Weapons- Browning HI-Power, x4 Frag Grenades, Laser Rifle, 10mm Sub Machine-gun

Misc- x3 Insta-mash, x7 Dirty Water, x4 Mirelurke Cakes, x2 Nuka-Cola, Weapon cleaning kit, x3 Packs of Cigarettes.

Personality- Sam is a tough guy who gets the job done. He does not like slavers or raiders, and kills them when it calls for it, which to him is every chance he has. To other's he is kind and friendly, sometime when he is "drunk" he can be an arrogant ass, but he can hold his own when drinking since he is actually not getting drunk.

Back Story- After A5-23 escaped from the Institute in the Commonwealth north of the Capital Wasteland by killing every tracker that stood in his way, he tried to begin a new life in the wasteland. He was kept safe from the Trackers the Commonwealth sent, by an orginization that he later found its named "The Railroad". After staying hidden for several years, A5-23 renamed hiself Sam Deckard so no one would figure him as an Android. But his new life didn't last long, and the Commonwealth tracked him all the way to New Reno, where a huge gun battle erupted between Commonwealth Trackers and New Reno gun men. This allowed Sam to escape for a time, but was once again discovered by Trackers, and this time almost killed. After a wild gun battle in the middle of the wasteland, Sam became sucessful, and killed the Trackers that hunted him.
Since then, Sam has become a gun for hire and a rough guy. He's done all sorts of jobs in the wasteland, killing bands of Raider and Slavers to guarding caravans through highly infested areas of Super Mutants. Sam was given a new memory chip, still with all the past memory in it, but this chip gave him the ability to recall child hood events he never really experienced, and made him blend in more with the human society. After a few years Sam came to Eli with some escaped slaves, and became one of Sheriff Brown's deputies after showing his skills with a gun.

CHARACTER SHEET

Name - Sandy "Joker" Marcaeu

Age - 23

Appearence - Her body is usually covered by a black cloak.

Clothes/Armour - Black Cloak, Black Combat armour, Black Leather Boots and Gloves, Joker mask

Weapons - 5x Gas Grenades, 100x Throwing Knives, 200x Steel Needles, High Capacity Gas powered Automated Crossbow, Pistol

Misc - Pack of Cards.

Personality - Fractured and Insane, some say she once saw the beauty of the wastes before the wars and the decline that happened that lead to this and it drove her mad, Others say that she is a Robot built by the commonwealth to entertain their citizens but she failed in her core programming and went insane, killing. Seeing as she spent prettymuch all of her life with the commonwealth it is most likely that she is either a Robot or at any rate a citizen of the commonwealth.

Back Story -
Sandy woke up in the slums of the commonwealth when she was 19, she knows nothing about her former life, all she had on her was a pack of cards and the ability to shuffle, she started out hustling travelers out of their caps with her card tricks and trades, before becoming a target of the local authorities, becoming a fugitive, she was chased all around the commonwealth untill she found herself trapped.

She was saved by a group calling themselves The Railroad, she didnt know why they wanted her but she didnt stay to find out as soon as they had saved her she was off again fleeing and running around the wastes, hustling rubes out of their hard earned caps, she soon set up shop north of the capitol wasteland, and was met by people known as Trackers, all sandy knew was that they were hunting her and she didnt like the life of a caged rad-roach.

One night in the wastes she was preparing for battle, as she came to the trackers tents, she found them dead, none survived she did not know who had done this but she wanted to thank them, she continued back west to find out why the trackers wanted her and who the railroad is, she passed through New Reno on the day a civil war almost erupted in the city, Sandy kept on trucking though and soon found herself working as entertainment for a small city in the centre of the wasteland, That was were she met Sam.

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"Crazy fools" she said shuffling her deck as a stranger jumped through the windows, she grabbed one of her knives and threw it at him missing his legs but tearing a bit of his jacket off and pinning it against the wall. She didnt worry she just kept shuffling her deck and waiting for something bigger to happen.

After a while she got bored most of the people were licking their lips at the fact that their was an actual fight, nothing big ever happened in Eli seeing as it is mostly an android town, as Sam walked in and put up some posters wanting some fighters sandy stood up and came up behind him jolting him foreward.

"Samuel, It is good to see you again" she spoke in monotone for dramatic affect.
"I shall partake in your adventure" she said pointing over to the wall with the lower half of the slavers jacket pinned to it
"Am i in?"

Welcome as always DeadlySin, but you may want to cut down on the Throwing Knives. 100 is alot of throwing knives, and incase you didn't know. Just five or six are a bit of a neusence to carry around. But unless you don't carry them all at the sametime, you can have them

Anyone else..?

CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Max
Gender: Male
Race: English
Age: 25

Appearance:
- Height: 6ft1,
- Slightly Tanned,
- Medium, Athletic Build,
- Very Short Buzzcut Black Hair
- Black Stubble Beard
- Blue Eyes.

Clothes:

- White Vest
- Black Fingerless Gloves
- Dark Brown Jacket
- Dark Blue Jeans (More Fitted Than Tight)
- Dark Brown Leather Boots
w/ Steel Toe Caps

Armour:
- Black Gas Mask
- Black Bullet-Proof Vest
w/ Magazine Holders
w/ Hood and Short Sleeves (Customised Modification)
- Utility Belt
w/ Multiple Pouches of Different Sizes
- Right Leg Gun Holster Held Secure With Straps
- Left Leg Combat Knife Holster Held Secure With Straps
- 2 x Knee Pads

(Image Found Here: http://th07.deviantart.net/fs47/300W/i/2009/163/1/3/Anarchy_Generation_by_Suikostar.jpg)

Weapons: Hunting Rifle, Sawn-off Shotgun, M92FS Pistol and Combat Knife

Misc: 5x Stimpacks, 3x Dirty Water, Necklace his Brother Made for Him

Personality:
He is a man with a very big heart. Quiet but kind. Remains strong and alert at all times but has a loveable side that not many people get to see. Knows that in this world there is a time and a place to relax.

Back Story:
Max was born as a slave in the thriving slave city known as "The Pitt" and was the product of the slaver's savage way of life. His father was a slaver who took advantage of his mother for personal pleasure. Problem is he didn't and still doesn't know which slaver was his real father. The advantage of the women giving birth from being abused was more slaves as man power or money on the market. Either way it worked out well for the slavers? His mother still loved him regardless and tried to bring him up the best he could but died when Max was at the age of 7. She died in child birth bringing another little boy into the cruel, cruel world in which they lived. Max tried to look after his little brother but there was only so much a 7 year old could do. Max called him "Little Fire" for years until one day a lady approached him and asked him their names, to which Max replied, and the lady told them that she used to be a librarian before she was enslaved and the name "Aidan" actually meant "Little Fire", so from that moment that was his little brother's name...

At the age of 20, Max got taken to the slaver's market, separating him from his brother. Before he got dragged away he whispered into his brother's ear, "I will come back for you?" and with that he was gone... It was a horrible moment for both of them as they both cared for each other so much, and each other was all they had in this world. At the slaver's market there was a massive argument over prices and it erupted into a gun war. Max took the opportunity to run as far as he could for as long as his legs would carry him in nothing but a rag around his mid rift and a collar? After what felt like a life time of running, his feet were blistered, his throat was dry, his skin was so dirty and his legs could no longer carry him any further and he collapsed on the ground, giving up and passing out?

?he awoke a few days later in a town that he was soon to come to know as Eli. He had been taken in and looked after by members of an organisation called "The Railroad". They saw his collar and got him as far away from the known slavers in the region as possible. He owed the organisation his life and would do anything to help protect them. Since this day he has been training in fitness, strength and combat for the day that either; they came looking for him or he felt he was ready enough to return to his place of birth, find his brother and help him escape?

NOTES:
- When Max talks with his Gas Mask on, he sounds like someone talking with a Power Helmet on
- He Wears a Gas Mask a) extra precautions against the hazardous wasteland. B) to disguise his identity, fear of being recognised and enslaved again.

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Max watched the events that unfolded below between the unwelcome stranger and the Sheriff of Eli. After the stranger retreated he knew this wasn't going to be the end?

He put on his armour, equipped himself fully and once he was ready, he walked out of his quarters and walked down to see Sam.

The second he walked into the room he asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Alright, nice to have you on. Where the hell is everyone else!

I'd take a shot at it, I'm just not sure if I have the time. Come weekend I'll be clearing a lot of things up, so I'll make a sheet then, if it hasn't already started and gone a good length.

No it won't be starting till Saturday, here. I've got somethings to take care of before I can start the Rp, but I want people to join so I can start it once I'm done with the things on Saturday.

Name- Cuthbert Allgood (Roland Deschain)

Age- 27

Appearance- Fairly handsome features, tan skin, dirty blonde hair, rough beard with icy blue eyes. Fairly muscular.

Clothes/Armour- Old dusty jeans, black cowboy boots and hat, tan leather belt with two matching holsters on each side, old tan duster. Roland has a badge with a silver gear etched on it, the word "Commonwealth" engraved just under it.

Weapons- Two ancient long and heavy revolvers with blued steel and sandalwood grips, fires rare .45 Long Colt ammunition that he makes himself, old razor sharp knife he made from scrap metal he scavenged off the last android he killed.

Misc- Small leather satchel attached to his belt containing rolling tobacco and papers. Also carries dried jerky made from brahmin meat in it and two polished bullets he uses to preform a type of hypnosis useful for interrogation.

Personality- Withdrawn to even his closest friends and often day dreaming at inappropriate times. Sometimes arrogant due to the fact that he can back most of his threats up.

Back Story- Roland was raised from birth to be a gunslinger like his father, a great man named Steven Deschain. Steven was a man of renown throughout the Wasteland and had earned the respect of both raider and regulator alike with his legendary talent in a gun fight. No man walked away from a duel with Steven "Typhoon" Deschain, no man. Roland, like most children of the Capital Wastes, did not have a warm and fuzzy childhood.

The exception was he still had both of his parents, Steven trained the boy until he was worn to the bone every day single day until he came of age. Because of this Roland has a hard time in such matters as connecting with people and feeling empathetic toward others situations. All gunslingers are brought up this way, and the process certainly provides results. By age 13 he could shoot a bottle cap off a bloatfly's head from 50 yards away, no small feet by any means.

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts found great use in young Roland's killing talents, and recruited him as one of their "Runners", a highly trained and feared group specializing in the locating, capture and if ordered, destruction of rogue androids. Throughout Roland's successful career he'd "decommissioned" literally countless androids in the name of the Commonwealth, and as such has become a mortal enemy of their kind.

It wasn't until he came upon Eli in search of his most recent target that he saw how the rogue androids he previously butchered on sight had assisted the human runaway slaves that called the place home, that he decided to "go rogue" himself and become a part of the community. His current mission was one he could live with, protecting the villagers of Eli from others like him, and give his life doing so if necessary. Due to his name being synonymous with "android decommissioning", Roland decided to change it to "Cuthbert Allgood", the name of a friend he'd lost several years ago.

Welcome ThatOneNwah! This thing's starting to pick up

Also, good background to your character. He should be interesting dealing with Sam

Oh yeah, expect some "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly" type stuff to go down. :hehe:

Name- Dax Xao
Age- 26

Appearence- Shaved blacK hair, muscular

Clothes/Armour- http://www.dragunov.net/action/svd_mongolian_marine_sm.jpg, http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/337005758_fad5ebf90b.jpg?v=0

Weapons- http://www.dragunov.net/action/svds_russian_camo.jpg, http://www.armsoftheworld.com/images/1254_1.jpg, 9 inch combat Knife

Misc- 10 Packs of cigarettes, 2 lighters, medium backpack to carry items, four days worth of food, five days worth of water, seven (15 round) magazines for SVD, Four (10 round) magazines for 9mm.

Personality- Very Kind, caring, generous person, loves children, very trustworthy. But can be ruthless when it means his survival and his comrades.

Back Story- Dax was born in California, in the middle of peace between factions. When he was just thirteen he ran away from home to find fortune and a nice girl to settle with. During his first few years he had escaped capture from a group of "scientists" who wanted to "perform tests" on Dax. Through his times running away he taught himself survival skills. Max killed his first man when he was twenty one after the scientists mercenaries surrounded him. Dax took a rock and bashed one of their heads in. Dax ran away from the event and was never the same. He quickly began stealing and murdering as he was traveling across the country. By the time he arrived to the east coast Max was rolling in money and purchased advanced arms and armor from Talon company, and even worked with them briefly. Then he met Eli by chance, and decided to leave Talon company to protect her and her community.

one of my favourite films of all time!

P.S hate to be annoying but can you change your name? Feel free to say no, but 2 Max's will get very annoying and i kinda had it first... sorry

Welcome Daunte Benjamin, this game is filling up fast!

There you go! Name changed. Sorry about that again. And yes I am excited for this RP, quite interesting.

I thought that the Railroad, would be an interesting faction to play around with. Since there isn't really anything known about them, I just made with what I had

I was wondering if it is possible for me to join.

Name: Galen Raheem

Age: 21

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: He has a haggard face and long brown hair. Lithe body, well shaven and a pale complexion. He's about 5'11 and 140lbs.

Apparel: Bandages and a Bandanna to keep the hair out of his eyes. White long sleeved T-shirt under a brown leather jacket. Blue tattered jeans and combat boots.

Weapons: M16 with an iron sight, tactical sling, and a desert camouflage.

Misc: 20x Stimpacks, 10x Med-X, and 6x Dirty Waters.

Personality: Galen is a very calm guy with a tranquil nature and hardly ever losses his temper.He is a also absent minded and curious. He strives to be compassionate to all, because of his lack of empathy, however, he usually falls short.

Background: Galen was born into one of the toughest merc companies around. He was taught to be strong and ruthless. He was taught to act swiftly and think swiftly. He was taught to follow orders and not question them, no matter how absurd. He was taught all this, but he never learned it. He was skilled in the practice of medicine, gaining the knowledge from books he found. The mercs despised this and often punished him for it. They believed that if they were injured and a stimpack couldn't help it, then if the man was tough enough he would survive. If the man died from it then he was weak, but if he died on the battlefield, then that was a great honor.

The mercs all soon came to despise him. He always was asking questions and he was not as ruthless as they would have liked. Finally they had a enough, when, on a mission he refused a direct order. For Punishment they burned him badly on his torso and arms and exiled him from their group. He was allowed to take his weapons and equipment with before he left. When he went home his father and mother simply pretended he wasn't there, as simple as if he never existed. This was okay with him for he couldn't say much to them anyway. He made sure to bandage himself right away, for the burns could get infected. The skin would never grow back and so he would have to wear bandages for the rest of his life, but on the upside he didn't have much of a sense of pain anymore, though that could also be a downside.

He then began wandering the wasteland, doing what he did best, healing people. He spent two years doing this, but he nearly died from thirst on his last trek. He had just kept walking and soon depleted his supply of water. His throat became raw and hurt with every swallow, Med-X could not relieve his suffering. Finally he had about had enough when he though he saw a town in the distance. He struggled to it, he was almost there when he just collapsed, figuring it was probably just another mirage anyway. The townsfolk brought him in and helped him recover. This was the first kindness anyone ever showed him and he was touched. He decided to live here and help them anyway possible, for they saved his life and nothing he did was too much for them. They already had a doctor, but Galen also had training in combat so that he did whatever job they gave him and has been doing so for three years now.

Welcome Yttrium, I saw you stalking around on my Rp. I figured you would be one of the first to join, but never the less, welcome.

Reminder: This game will begin Saturday, or Friday in the US. Be ready!!!

Ya, I didn't know if I was good enough, so I waited until others posted, then my idea for a character got stolen. I guess other people have read The Dark Tower too, that's what I get for waiting.

Here's an idea for you - rather than taking a character from a book and just filing the numbers off, try coming up with your own.

I wont have that StClair. :nono: If they wan't a character from some book or movie, that's fine. Taken it is better to come up with your own character's stat's but I dont care either way.

what the hell? that was uncalled for... here's an idea for you - don't let the door hit you on the way out.

Point one: The RP is up so this can be closed.

Point two: Lay off the niggling and grumpiness - that's my job. :slap: