» Thu May 03, 2012 10:46 pm The year is 2250 and several settlements have sprung up in the Chihuahuan desert, as the harsh terrain and intense heat make it too troublesome for raiders to bother traveling to the remote towns. Though the towns are safe from the raiders, the towns are equally weary not to get too close to the area that was once the Samalayuca Dunes, now known as the Glass Crater. During the Great War, an extremely large and powerful nuke's thruster malfunctioned and it fell into the dunes; it's intense heat melted most of the sand when it struck, and once cooled it became an enormous crater of glass. Most who travel there do not return, and the few survivors constantly make claims of even more intense heat, blinding light from the reflection of the glass, deadly storms made of the little sand that remains as well as broken glass, and most disturbingly, some claim that their comrades simply fell through the glass. This belief that there are vast tunnels beneath the glass have caused speculation of massive creatures that may live below, and that is enough to keep most away.
When a lone vault dweller - sporting the number 33 on her back - appeared in Cliffshade (a town built in the shadows between two fairly large rock formations) it caused quite a stir, as people had been looking for the vault in the area for a long time. An influential crime lord captured her almost immediately, and after many weeks of torture, she finally broke, revealing that the location of the vault lay within the feared crater. With the promise of technology and luxury before him, the crime lord, Luis Cazorla, began recruiting individuals to accompany him into the Glass Crater for an 'unspecified task'.
Intro Story:
Spoiler
“I’ll ask you one more time, woman, where is your vault?” the mobster spoke softly, “We don’t want to rough you up any more than we have to,” he continued, twirling her hair between his thumb and index finger. After a moment of utter silence, the man, Louis, let go of her hair and reached for his face. Clamping down on the bridge of his sunglasses, Louis removed them and massaged the area of his nose where they had sat. He locked eyes with the young woman and began, “If you tell me where the vault is, I’m sure my organization can—“ before being interrupted as the vault dweller spat in his face.
Louis was furious, and he clenched his fists so hard the knuckles began to take on a white hue. How dearly he wished to hit the girl, but his subordinates were behind him watching and he needed to show he was still in control of the situation. His left hand fished around in his briast pocket for a moment before pulling out a red handkerchief, which he used to quickly wipe the saliva from his face. During this he reached out with his right hand and gently patted the girl on the cheek whilst claiming, “That’s quite alright, you’ll tell me soon enough,” He turned away from the woman and addressed a stocky, bald, mustachioed fellow of Hispanic descent, “Pablo, I’ll leave you in charge here. Break her by any means necessary.”
“Any means, sir?” Pablo asked, his eyes widening in excitement. Louis locked eyes with the short man but didn’t acknowledge the question before strolling out of the room and shutting the door quietly, “That wasn’t a ‘no’!” Pablo exclaimed happily moving towards the young lady strapped to the chair.
Lighting a cigar, Louis sat down on a large red couch and motioned for his two female attendants to sit on either side of him. He wrapped his arms around them, and got as comfortable as possible, anticipating the arrival of his extortion money. Despite the coming money however, his mind was elsewhere, wondering when that damn vault dweller would break. It had been nearly three weeks, and she proved remarkably strong willed with the only information that Pablo had managed to get out of her was her name, Vanessa Shane. The girl was almost worthy of awe, as Pablo’s sadistic methods were usually enough to turn anyone into a sniveling child within a few hours. After several moments of quiet contemplation, there was a knock on the door, and Louis said while still clenching the cigar in his mouth, “Come in.”
A young man stepped into the room, and immediately removed his hat as a sign of respect, though he made no attempt to speak, knowing full well that if he did so before Louis addressed him, he would likely lose his paycheck for the week, and would definitely get on his bad side. The mobster took his right arm off of the woman on that side, and pulled the cigar from his lips, blowing smoke towards the man in the doorway, “Well?” he asked quizzically.
The young man merely replied, “Pablo told me to come get you, Mr. Cazorla. He said she’s ready to reveal the location of the vault, but will only do so to you,” before he had even finished speaking Louis had risen and was heading towards the doorway.
Louis was furious, and he clenched his fists so hard the knuckles began to take on a white hue. How dearly he wished to hit the girl, but his subordinates were behind him watching and he needed to show he was still in control of the situation. His left hand fished around in his briast pocket for a moment before pulling out a red handkerchief, which he used to quickly wipe the saliva from his face. During this he reached out with his right hand and gently patted the girl on the cheek whilst claiming, “That’s quite alright, you’ll tell me soon enough,” He turned away from the woman and addressed a stocky, bald, mustachioed fellow of Hispanic descent, “Pablo, I’ll leave you in charge here. Break her by any means necessary.”
“Any means, sir?” Pablo asked, his eyes widening in excitement. Louis locked eyes with the short man but didn’t acknowledge the question before strolling out of the room and shutting the door quietly, “That wasn’t a ‘no’!” Pablo exclaimed happily moving towards the young lady strapped to the chair.
Lighting a cigar, Louis sat down on a large red couch and motioned for his two female attendants to sit on either side of him. He wrapped his arms around them, and got as comfortable as possible, anticipating the arrival of his extortion money. Despite the coming money however, his mind was elsewhere, wondering when that damn vault dweller would break. It had been nearly three weeks, and she proved remarkably strong willed with the only information that Pablo had managed to get out of her was her name, Vanessa Shane. The girl was almost worthy of awe, as Pablo’s sadistic methods were usually enough to turn anyone into a sniveling child within a few hours. After several moments of quiet contemplation, there was a knock on the door, and Louis said while still clenching the cigar in his mouth, “Come in.”
A young man stepped into the room, and immediately removed his hat as a sign of respect, though he made no attempt to speak, knowing full well that if he did so before Louis addressed him, he would likely lose his paycheck for the week, and would definitely get on his bad side. The mobster took his right arm off of the woman on that side, and pulled the cigar from his lips, blowing smoke towards the man in the doorway, “Well?” he asked quizzically.
The young man merely replied, “Pablo told me to come get you, Mr. Cazorla. He said she’s ready to reveal the location of the vault, but will only do so to you,” before he had even finished speaking Louis had risen and was heading towards the doorway.
The Rules:
1.) No over powered characters
2.) Keep as close to the established lore as possible
3.) Romance is allowed, graphic six is not (take it to PM or something if you absolutely must)
4.) Do not control another person’s character without express permission
5.) Minimum post requirement is a single paragraph with at least five sentences in it (obviously more is encouraged)
6.) If you must leave the RP, please let me know and make an exit post
Character Sheet:
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Weapons: (Maximum of five)
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Faction: (Cazorla’s ‘Police’ or a mercenary)
Bio:
As far as the glass goes, now I have to research it to lol, you piqued my curiosity.
Just tossing some ideas around.
