1. No godmooding or one upping. Most RPers should know about this.
2. Romance is acceptable as its part of RP but don’t post anything with actual six. Take that in your or the person your RPing with to messaging.
3. Lore is very important in this. So no advance death rays or nuclear battleships. (You guys get the idea).

Mechanics
1. When battling against another faction, each side presents their tactics In context, when a battle occurs we will take a vote OOC and decide upon the victor.
2. On economics, buy what you need in scarcity and sell what you have in surplus.

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-Arefu this was raided right?

-Underworld

-Girdershade

-Republic of Dave Destroyed

-Bigtown

-Talon Co.

-Regulators

-Your own faction

Name:Nova Byzantium(Formerly Talon Company)

History: Under the former leadership Talon Company was led into an unnecessary war. This war waged for a short period of time yet seemed to decimate the Talon Company's forces. As such their leader perished in a fire fight and Talon Company was forced to sign a peace treaty as their central leadership was dead. This divided Talon Company as more than one person wanted to take charge. Though a man named Cameron took charge at Fort Bannister, but was unable to secure the other stronghold of Evergreen Mills held by the other Talon Company faction under a man named Sergei Jackmijov. A civil war Raged back and forth, Cameron attempted to take down Jackmiyov and take Evergreen Mills but failed. In turn Jackmiyov attempted to take Bannister and failed. Leaving the two factions in a deadlock. Cameron quickly lost support among the men with the halt of caps flowing and the numerous dead failing to take Evergreen Mills. Cameron simply lost the loyalty of his men. Thus he saw the begining of his end and needed a way out.

That is when a man by the name of Daniel Anton appeared one day requesting to meet Cameron in his office. Anton offered Cameron a way out by paying him a set number of caps for the leadership. As Cameron was about to be overthrown by his own men any day now. Cameron left and that is when he met with Jessica and Mr.Birch in the wastes. Offering to restore the Moriarty family to it's proper place in the wastes as a power. In return he got temporary command of her slave soldiers that were given to her by Collin Moriarty(the ones originally purchased from Paradise Falls) and Mr.Birch. Jessica was going to sell them and keep Mr.Birch around but decided this was a better investment.

After command was officially transferred to Mr.Anton a group of disgruntled Talon Company men who wanted command for themselves tried to take down Anton and Mr.Birch. The result was the subjugation of the Talon Company soldiers who saw it was either live under Anton or be killed. Mr.Anton thought that the first order of business was to change the face of Talon Company. First was changing the name to Nova Byzantium in honour of an ancient great city. The second was to open up trade and give out contracts to get the caps flowing again. This gain loyalty among the men and as a result solidified Mr.Anton's leadership. The main problem was that Evergreen Mills was still under Sergei Jackmiyov. This problem Mr.Anton will solve like many others.

Location:Fort Bannister is the main base, but some pockets of Talon Company are spread throughout the wastes.

Population (300 Max): 260 in total, split between those under the command of Mr.Anton in Bannister and Mr.Jackmiyov in Evergreen Mills

Economy: Formerly a mercenary based organization. Though it will attempt to generally try and attract trade. It still gives out contracts for the time being in order to keep a cash flow going.

Culture: Survival of the fittest based culture where primarily might makes right and where killing is not frowned upon but instead looked at as a sport. Money is also the main driving force as it always was. But there is an attempt to civilize Nova Byzantium under Marshall Daniel who promised Jessica he would do so. In order to picture the situation imagine the vikings transforming into a christian nation.

Government: Currently under a military like structure. With Mr.Anton as the commander in chief and Mr.Birch as the second in command.

Military: Pretty much all of the Talon Company is male except for a dozen or so females. As it was a male dominated organization.

Views on mutation: If they visit or live within Nova Byzantium land they are required to stay in a slum and stay segregated from the productive community.

Name: Jessica Moriarty (Though officially known as Jessica Tudor)

History:Jessica Moriarty was born in Canterbury Commons. There she was the daughter of a well off couple who made a living as a weapon's repair company. Though as she grew up she became more and more bored. She decided to follow a caravan around as a merchant to make her fortune, at the hesitation of her parents. She travelled all around the wastes trying to make it as a merchant. Her wares proved to be worthless and nobody ended up buying them. Though she knew how to scam people here and there to keep from going capless.

Eventually Jessica ended up where all of the people who ran out of luck end up,Megaton. She worked as a Bar tender at Moriarty's Saloon while it was under the senior Moriarty. She had to persuade him to hire her, something she never minded doing. Eventually she could tell Junior was up to something and came to the conclusion he was going to try something and succeed. She decided to advance on him and befriend him. Right before the feast in which Junior took the Town she became his fiancee.

Though Junior knew it was best to keep their marriage a secret so he decided to marry secretly unknown to others. So that she would be protected. Though both knew that the only thing Junior wanted was to have kids in order to further the Moriarty name. When Junior saw the writting on the wall, he knew something would happen. So he decided to send Jessica away(who was now pregnant) with Mr.Birch and all the caps they could carry. Which included the town Treasury and the Moriarty family's personal funds.

Age:19

six:Female

Appearance: Long blond hair,blue eyes,slim build, can be simply described as elegant.

Personality: She seems to be a fairly innocent and troubled person on the outside. She is friendly and helpful. Though on the inside she is tough as nails and her cunning puts Moriarty to shame.

Skills: Her life had been lies based on lies based on manipulation until she managed to get to the top. She has managed how to talk and manipulate people. As her parents were weapons repair folk she knows her way around repairing weaponry. But not so much using them.

Weapons and Armour: No weapons, And an elegant Dress.

Occupation:N/A

Faction Allegiance: N/A

Name:Peter Stark

Faction:Himself

Personality: Peter Stark is a hardcoe individualist, he believes in the fact that one man can change a lot. Peter is also a man who takes great joy in disrupting the established order and ensuring chaos. Peter can be considered an intellectual who grasps many philosophical concepts. He is also very technologically minded. Though he sees himself as a philosophical warrior who is bringing the wasteland to it's proper form. Though everyone sees a nice mature intelligent young man with no faults other than too uptight. Underneath he can be considered pure evil by anyone elses standards.

Alignment:Chaotic Evil

Appearance: Tall,stocky,round head,brown hair,clean cut,brown eyes,and has an aura of intelligence.

History: Peter Stark was born in Megaton, as a child Peter excelled in school and at the same time was a fellow delinquent who spent a lot of time with Collin Moriarty Junior. Peter read many books on philosophy and poetry, spending his entire allowances from his parents on books from traders. He also used to practice martial arts through both reading about it and practising it, he was the childhood enforcer of Junior. The pay was good and allowed him more money to buy books. Peter would also hang around the shop of Moira Brown everyday and watched/observed her working. As such Peter took up a lot of scientific and mechanical knowledge. His parents during the expansion. It was when Megaton took Springvale elementary from the raiders to claim it for Megaton. Though the entire town succeed, it cost the lives of his parents.

Finding himself unable to make ends meet he decided to enlist in Lucas Simms' newly created security detail. Working many years he payed great interest in the events between Junior and Conelly. Peter developed a very nihilistic viewpoint on life and began to take a dangerously philosophical viewpoint on it. He began harbour more and more thoughts on destruction and death,as became more and more exposed to the wasteland as a security officer.

Eventually he was offered a secret proposal by Junior, unknown to anyone else. Peter would use his mechanical skills to install incendiary bombs inside of Springvale Elementary. Peter leaped at this opportunity, he installed the bombs and defected to Junior's faction before the battle of Megaton. Feeling accomplished at the destruction of the old guard. He decided it was his time to leave, as he believed Junior might accomplish dying by himself. Peter sold his home for a very good price and left for the wastes.

Age:17

Equipment: A trench coat with a bullet proof vest underneath and a fedora.

Weapon: Hunting rifle

Name: John Birch. Mainly known as simply Mr.Birch

History: Mr.Birchs mother was the son of a very drunk and abusive mother. They had lived in Rivet City, Mr.Birch always got himself in trouble and he hated his mother. More and more he felt the need to fight other kids,steal, and just generally get into trouble, even going so far as to insult advlts. But one day, a lone wanderer came into town, and Mr.Birch can never forget what he said to him. Mr.Birch ran out of Rivet city and found himself lost in DC.

Afraid for his life he was on the verge of death out in the wastes north of the river. He was laying on the ground dehydrated and starving with sunstroke. He was rescued by Collin Moriarty Senior. He was returning from a business trip from some merchant place. Collin decided to take pity on the boy and gave him food and water. Throwing him on top of his Brahmin. When they returned to Megaton Collin thought of something brilliant. He had the idea to raise a bodyguard, he would teach this child nothing but the act of following orders and killing/fighting. Collin Moriarty would rename the child John Birch

It took many years to shape Mr.Birch into what he would become. Mr.Birch lived in one of the rooms in the saloon. Mr.Birch was very thankful to Collin Moriarty. He did beat him some times, but it was done for a reason unlike his mother. Collin paid for him to be trained in melee weaponry along with energy weapons. And on his 21st birthday, Collin Moriarty purchased a lazer rifle for him along with a super sledge. Mr.Birch would remain loyal to Collin Moriarty Senior up until his death when Mr.Birch was aged 25. When he found that his lifelong boss and father figure was dead. He still decided to serve the family of Moriarty under Junior. After proving himself in Megaton civil war, and the fact all of Junior's other commanding officers were either dead or left Megaton. Junior made Mr.Birch his second in command.

six: Male

Apperance: Mr.Birch stands at around 6'7, he is very muscular. He has blond hair and always wears his power armour.

Personality:Mr.Birch can be described as very loyal,he is willing to serve Collin Moriarty Junior to his last breath and follows him without question. He sees it as not only the best thing for self preservation, but for the good of Megaton as a whole. The Moriartys made this town and will continue to make it great. Though Mr.Birch is not very smart, he makes up for it in fighting. Mr.Birch can be described as a very

Skills: Mr.Birch is quite skilled at close combat, preferably his super sledge, though he also quite good at using his lazer weapon. He is not very intelligent,probably Mr.Birch has under average intelligence. Though he is a trained killer.

Weapons and Armor: A while back Mr.Birch purchased used BoS power armour from a Merchant. Though capable of being used in it's proper form, Mr.Birch lacks the training, so it is just really strong and heavy metal armour. Mr.Birch carries a super sledge for close combat and is quite good at it. However, Mr.Birch has a lazer rifle as a gift a few years ago when he served as a bouncer in the saloon back in the days of Collin Moriarty Senior.

Occupation: Secound in Command of Megaton

Allegiance: Collin Moriarty Junior

Name: Rivet City

Leader Basilio Favale

Age 44

Appearance Standing at 5'8" he has a beard that wraps around his face extending from ear to ear about seven inches at the chin, his mustache covers his upper lip and has relatively short brown/gray hair his eyes are an emerald green, and his build is a rather large still muscular build with fat gathering in his gut, although he's not as fit as he was in his company days he still retains the body that came with the intense training, but he gains more weight every year and age has begun to take its toll.

Armor/clothing a gray suit with a brown vest with a holster on his right leg for his sawn-off shotgun

Personal Weapons A sawn-off shoutgun

Personality A rather rational man, who rarely lets his emotions take hold of him in his decisions. Always Calm and collected. Although this was not always so in his youth he was rash and short-tempered. He has learned many things over the years to calm and sharpen his mind.

Population (300 Max) 201 56 guards the rest are civilians.

Economy: Firearms manufacturing, Ever since Basilio rebuilt the fallen sections of the ship, It's pre-war workshop and Ammo presses are in working order again, Rivet City intends to be the wastelands main supplier of Firearms. Rivet City frequently sends various fliers out to settlements stating of it firearm manufacturing capabilities. To increase public knowledge of its wares and the contracts that allow factions to arm themselves with higher grade munitions and firearms that would be harder to obtain otherwise, this requires a down payment up front but guarantees the availability of these weapons.

Manufactured fire arms: Chinese assault rifles I call them AKs, hunting shotguns, and hunting rifles, and they sell in order at 500 caps 700 caps and 850 caps then a sniper rifle would sell for 1200 caps and 45 smgs would sell for 3000 caps.
Culture: The people of Rivet City are mostly traders, willing to barter with any who come peacefully, though Basilio has increased security and turned them into a more militaristic guard force , most citizens will shoot trouble makers on sight.

I honestly never thought this far but now that I have the units are The Guardsmen these are the security guards they have no special training in any certain weapon, they carry smgs 9 mm 10 mm and rarely 45 smgs these 45 smgs are only awarded to those who have impressed their peers. Only a handful of Guardsmen posses 45 smgs about six of them.

The Guardians similar to the Guardsmen the major difference is they defend the borders of Rivet City they posses larger caliber guns, they specialize in heavy weaponry like mini guns, missile launchers, flame throwers, and explosives. unless mobilized they act as normal guards.

The Tracking unit they posses skills in stealth and long range engagement they use sniper rifles the common are scoped hunting rifles, sniper rifles as well as equiped with a stealth boy or two.

The infantry unit they assist the various units with suppressive fire from AKs, and various grenades.

All units act as normal guards and are outfitted as such they would't carry mini guns or anything like that unless mobilized.

All weapons are numbered and strictly controlled and the units only differ in terms of training they essentially act the same. The units act as regular guards until mobilized, and all the guns belong to Rivet City unless someone were to attack Rivet City no guard would have access to any high caliber weapon at most two or three guards would have a 45 smg every guard would be equipped with 9 mm or 10 mm smgs or whatever they chose to provide for themselves. For the Mini guns there are only four of them belonging to Rivet City and two Missile launchers, eight flame throwers, but every high end gun is locked away until needed.


Laws: Must be made known before any enter the city.

The Free Slave Law: which states, Within the walls of Rivet City all slaves are to be demanded their freedom, any who do not comply will be shot. This only applies within the walls of Rivet City.

Government: Rivet City is ruled by Basilio and Harkness his second in command.

Military: Rivet City guards are heavily militarized Basilio a former Talon mercenary retrained every guard himself, they cannot blow their noses without permission.

Views on mutation: They despise Super mutants with the exception of the one seen in the Lone Wanderers company, as long as that one behaves, it may be welcome, other than that Ghouls are often frowned upon but usually allowed to live and trade in the City.

Areas around Rivet City: the training area is the place where the Super Mutants had an ambush camp where they would attack any who came through, it has been cleared out and leveled with explosives, to make a flat area of land the building next to it on the right facing the camp was also leveled and cleared for scrap.

Anacostia Crossing the entrance to the metro was blown up during the events when Basilio drove the Super Mutants away from Rivet City although the escalators are buried under rubble the area is inhabited by various traders and travelers who don't have permanent housing in Rivet City, the area is full of tents and brahmin.
Bio When Basilio or simply Basil was young, the prospects for a man were few, it was either a scavenger, a mercenary, or a trader. None of these were what he wanted, but he had no choice. At age 14 he began scavenging old-world ruins at great peril to himself, after too many close calls he signed on as a mercenary for a caravan, as the years began to pass and his skills were getting better, he took on more dangerous jobs. Till by the age 21 he sought out the mercenary group Talon company.

They tested his will and morals, but he persisted in this profession till he led a small company of his own under the command of his superiors.Basilio begin to realize he wanted more than what the Talon could offer. And at age 35 Basilio left the Talon for a better life a more peaceful life, a more meaningful life. This happened long before the Assassination of Commander Jabsco.

As Basilio wandered he came about a Rivet City with its ineffective council, a shopkeeper who was implicated in blackmail, a scientist far more concerned with the purifier and the BOS, all that remained to properly guide Rivet City was the Rivet City security chief Harkness. As Basilio was now older and more well read he made genuine and valid points for being elected to the council, and being a man who once ordered his own outfit of Talon mercenaries he knew how security and organization worked.

At the age of 37 he was elected to the Council, and not long after he began to make changes, more security and organized efforts into rebuilding the City and its weapons. It was a smart move as the less intelligent super mutants still plagued their City and not long after attempted to use a behemoth against them, but thanks to Rivet City's new fire power and reinforced walls they had little to fear from them for now. With Basilios efforts and judgement, Rivet City drove the Mutants back through the subway tunnels, exploding charges inside thus cutting them off from Rivet City. This cemented Basilio as a local hero and he became the first Mayor of the town, and with the Mutant threat currently dealt with, Basilio focused on the complete rebuilding of the City.

The City through tearing down the other Cannons have one functional Oerlikon 20mm cannon. It has limited ammunition the City lacks the required resources to maintain a large ammo supply.

Name: Ranger William. Note he's not actually a Ranger It's just what people call him because of the strange armor and badge.

History: William was born a little more than thirty years ago his family moved with the caravans some went to different cities, one caravan moved things between states. Long before William was born they moved from what was Kentucky, although they have roots in Texas, Williams family lived a nomadic lifestyle often working as caravan guards moving occasionally through pre-war states every five or so years. Over three generations lived this way until they reached the Capitol Wasteland until William was born. William grew up in and around caravans his family operated a rather well off one called Lone-Star Merchants that is until William was in his twenties a group of mercs crossed paths with the caravans and decided they wanted to impose a heavy tax, and if they didn't pay they'd be shot, needless to say they massacred every caravan they came across regardless.

William was outraged his parents slaughtered, their caravan in ruins, of the few things that his family kept was an old Desert Ranger armor, it was in terrible condition with bullet holes and burns throughout the armor, all he knew of the old heirloom was that one of his great-great-great grandfathers was something called a Desert Ranger, while the armor didn't have the protection it used to have it was still better than any reinforced leather available. He took up arms against the mercenaries that plagued the area using his single action 45 revolver, he and others who lost valuables to them mounted a defense at Megaton, together William and the townspeople killed enough to drive off the remaining few as they scattered about the wastes.

Present day. William lives as a wanderer and caravan guard to Rivet Citys many weapon shipments.

six: Male

Age: 33

Appearance: Standing at 6'1" he towers above average wastelands, he possesses an average build with a fit body, He has long crimson red hair that stops just before his shoulders. His light blue eyes contrast his red hair.

Personality: William tends to have a strong sense of justice, as his own family was murdered, however he will not go out of his way to right wrongs. William often has a short temper that he tries to keep in check.

Skills: William is a capable guard and sharpshooter growing up escorting caravans.

Weapons and Armor: A single action 45 revolver a reproduction of the Colt Walker he found on a trip going through the museum once before that wing collapsed. And an old Desert Ranger armor that has just more protection than the standard reinforced leather armor since it's so old and damaged. The armor lacks the helmet, William uses a pre-war hat and sunglasses instead.

Occupation: Caravan guard

Faction Allegiance: Rivet City

By the way if some of the character's appearance sounds familiar it's because it is, as I'm trying to create a ancestry of sorts albeit loosely between characters.

Name: Joana Smith

History: Born into a farm family, she had a violent upbringing. Her home under near constant attacks by raiders, and she learned a lot about guns, hiding and medicine from that, her family's luck held until she was nineteen, but then it broke, and she was the only survivor. Having experience with firearms and a vendetta, she joined the Regulators and fought for ten years, until she grew tired of roaming and tried to settle down again. It barely lasted a year, until the raiders came again and took everything. So, she went back to the hunt. The Regulators wouldn't take her back, doubting her motivations for returning, so she went solo until super mutants captured her. Mule's Gang rescued her from their cage, though the group was in it's infancy at this point, she stuck with it, rising through the ranks and gaining a reputation as the most skilled gunman in the gang.
six: Female

Appearance: Tall and dark skinned, she would be incredibly beautiful if not for the scars that laced her body.

Personality: Loyal and friendly, she is always popular among her comrades.

Skills: She is proficient with long range firearms, field medicine and sneaking around.

Weapons and Armor: Mule's Gang standard apparel, rough wasteland clothes with a red facewrap. She carries a pristine R91 assault rifle, with 30 round magazines and selective fire. She prefers semi to full automatic fire, subject to change.

Occupation: Survivor

Faction Allegiance: Mule's Gang, subject to change.



Well played Enclave, very sorry I got pissy back there.
Edited by GhostlySentinel, 16 December 2013 - 03:

Name: Jess the Best, Note Ghostly asked that I make a few edits on Appearance

History: Most of her past is unknown. She washed up on shore in Poiny Lookout three years ago with no memory of how she got there. Her only memories were the name Jess, and a picture of a great decayed monolith. She was young, healthy and very quick, and had little problem surviving in Point Lookout, but eventually she was telling her story to a ferryman who recognized the monolith in her memory as the Washington Monument. So, she went to the Capital Wasteland. Seeing the monument brought back memories, but the were more confusing that enlightening. She remembered murder, the feeling of slitting a man's throat as he slept, and she remembered belonging to a group. But no details.

So, she went to Rivet City and began to drink herself into a stupor, and that's when she met Mule, who was drowning his own sorrows when a fight broke out in the bar. That was the first time her hand to hand teqnique really shone, and she joined Mule's group when they were the last ones standing.

At the time of the destruction of Mule's gang, she was on a mission to get Brotherhood support, when she was wounded by a raider and then drug to Rivet City by a mutant bear.

six: Female

Appearance: She's tiny, standing 5'4, with wiry muscles. Her hair is black, and she keeps it long. Her face is homely more than beautiful, though not unnattractive.

Race: Asian
Personality: Fiery and stubborn, she has trouble controlling herself at times, often causing diplomatic problems. However, she is extremely charismatic at other times.

Skills: She has unheard of amounts of stamina, able to run or fight for absurd amounts time, and her agility makes her the best at both of those. She's a terrible shot, but is proficient to the extreme with small knives, or her bare hands.

Weapons and Armor: She came to nearly naked in the Rivet City hospital, her clothes destroyed from being dragged across the ground for so long.

Occupation:N/A

Faction Allegiance: Formerly Mule's Gang

Name: Hayley Patterson

History: Hayley was born in the radioactive ruin that was once Vermont, where she was raised her father in a group of scientists and researchers who had taken control of a pre-war research center. The holotapes and books inside the facility's library were the objects of her childhood. She did not receive a vault-quality education, but from her father's teachings and the many books she read about literature, history, and science, she received a much higher than average eudcation. Vermont was dark, ruined, and dangerous, and thus, for much of her young life, she was confined to this facility and its courtyard. On Hayley's nineteenth birthday, her father was killed by a horrific scientific accident. The scientists buried him and tried to move on with their research, and Hayley could not stand their apathy. She fled the facility and headed southward, leading her to stumble across the Capital Wasteland. Of course, being a newcomer, she did not know what laid in store inside D.C. itself. However, she discovered the dangerous of the city quickly, and wound up living inside Underworld for several months. She grew discontent with the dullness of the Capital Wasteland and headed south, all the way to North Carolina, to try to put as much ground between her and Vermont as possible. She settled down in a small town called Bay Forest until, once again, she was forced from her home and returned to the Capital Wasteland.
six: Female

Age: 27

Appearance: She is around medium height at 5’6”. She is thin but has at least a somewhat measurable amount of muscle in her biceps. Her body is not very remarkable. Hayley’s skin is quite pale, which makes sense, because her long, curly hair is a vibrant and noticeable shade of red. A subtle bunch of freckles line her arms and cheeks. However, the most noticeable thing about Hayley is her face. She has a very kind and pretty face, which alone makes her a rather attractive individual.

Personality: Hayley is not in any means bipolar, but describing her personality is quite difficult. She is a complicated individual, to be sure. As a person, in the normal, bustling life of Georgetown, Hayley is a kind, patient, and considerate person. She doesn’t seem to care that the world around her is a radioactive ruin. However, in a professional setting, her personality turns into an unpredictable spiral which is the greatest and worst thing about her. She is pragmatic, and is not afraid to use methods that would be considered “evil” or “immoral” if she feels as if the outcome will be positive and beneficial. She hardly shows sympathy toward those who have crossed Georgetown, and will often be cold in the face of making an important decision.

Skills: The intangibles would be the fact that she is cunning, subtle, unpredictable, and very creative. She is not a grunt; she does not have extensive use with heavy weapons, and thus, her weapon of choice has been a pistol. Over years of using it in effort to stay alive, she has become masterful at using the weapon. She compares to and contrasts her predecessor Kyle Labhart in several ways. One way in which she is similar to him is that she is very quiet and able to move from place to place without making as much as a sound. Her biggest contrast to him is the fact that she is very patient. Overall, she is not a talented killer, but rather, a deceptive one who waits for the perfect time to strike and is effective.

Weapons and Armor: She wears a set of leather armor that she has crafted herself (which mimics the “Leather Rebel” from Fallout 3), and when she is in the norm of Georgetown, she will usually wear something from the collection of pre-war dresses that she has accumulated over the years. Her weapon of choice is a scoped .44 magnum, which she has modified and personalized.

Occupation: “Matron of Wolves.” She is the benevolent dictator (“autocrat” is a more kind word) of Georgetown.

Faction Allegiance: Georgetown

Name: The Wolves

History: Kyle Wallace Labhart (known to some as simply "Wallace" or "Kyle"), a former Enclave soldier who deserted his cause for an undisclosed reason, maintained his fondness for the old world flag even after he fled his cause for a new life as a simple mercenary. However, through his travels, he encountered Georgetown, and every corner of it (barring the rubble and destruction that resembles the rest of Washington DC) reminded him of the taled towns of old. Labhart knew that he would not be able to simply establish a new town on his own, but he knew that if he voluntarily became a caravan guard, he could make connections and at least get a settlement started inside of Georgetown. His assumptions were correct. As he made connections, he quite often befriended many of the caravan vendors and guards. After a near-eternity of preaching about the promises of a city where one could erase his-or-her past and start anew, he gained enough support to be able to start a small, warlike community inside of Georgetown. Not many settlers or scavengers would dare to venture into the heart of Washington DC, and thus, the nearby supplies that were left behind by the city's pre-war inhabitants were ripe for the taking. A well-supplied, well trained community gained fame as one of the safest settlements east of the Potomac. Many residents from different settlements, including ghouls from Underworld, a few men and women from Rivet City, and several others from different corners of the wasteland, or those without a place to stay who desired a new life, flocked to Georgetown and the city effectively grew over the years following the Battle for Project Purity. In fact, it grew enough to become not only a powerful military force, but a town of citizens behind it who lived under the flag of old as if the Great War had never actually happened. Kyle, in the early days of Georgetown when the town's population was lower than ten, taught his soldiers to use a distinct signaling howl to terrify their enemies and give the other soldiers an idea of their vicinity. The population of the Capital Wasteland that witnessed them in action took to jokingly calling them "The Wolves". However, Kyle quite liked the title, and thus, the settlers of Georgetown became known as "The Wolves".

Location: Georgetown, Washington D.C.

Population (300 Max): 122

Economy: Georgetown's emergence as a safe, independent power inside of Washington DC (which at the time was completely unheard of, barring the reclusive settlement of Underworld) granted the caravans of the Capital Wasteland an opportunity to trade inside of D.C. The town has now become a major caravan hub, where travelling merchants and scavengers in the area could keep their heads down and rest. The Wolves have thrived from the merchant traffic. In addition, due to the fact that most of Washington DC is dangerous and swarming with super mutants and feral ghouls, Georgetown has been able to capitalize off of an influx of supplies, ripe for the taking, in the heart of Washington DC. The Wolves have an official scavenging team, manned by citizens and soldiers, which sweep several miles outside of the town twice a month.

Culture: Georgetown almost contains two different societies in one; the soldiers and the citizens. The soldiers live a rough, demanding day-to-day life, as they are constantly called to defend the town, man scavenging teams, or fight under Kyle Labhart's leadership. The citizens of the town live normal and almost carefree daily lives, as they work to educate themselves, further work on the town's development, or simply raise their families. The two different sides of the Wolves often intertwine, but largely, Georgetown heralds two contrasting ways of life. However, the similarity between the two is the fondness of their town and their ruler, both of which have sparked an integration of old world values into the lives of eachother.

Government: The Wolves are ruled by a council of four members; one representative would represent each portion of Georgetown life. The four members are Kyle Labhart, Tyler Hall, Richard Kennedy, and Ben Carson. Hall is the respresentative of the town's economy, which gives him duties as a treasurer and one who organizes caravan trade. Kennedy is the representative of the scavenging team, who determines the routes and 'check lists' of the scavenge endeavors. Carson heads the law and law enforcement, and essentially is in charge of legal matters and domestic protection for the town. Labhart rules the military as, basically, a supreme-commander of sorts. It is under his direct control, and the Wolves' soldiers are fiercely loyal to him. As a result of the military being a large portion of the Georgetown population, this has caused Kyle Labhart to essentially become the leader of the Wolves, hence his popular title and name; "The Father of Wolves". These representatives meet and discuss all important matters pertaining to the town and vote on pressing issues. However, Kyle has maintained the popular support of his council for years, and thus he has the entire town under his grasp in an unofficial autocracy.

Military: Of Georgetown's 122 residents, 81 are soldiers. Kyle Labhart's extensive military experience has placed him in a position to be able to train his troops very well before pressing them into service. This tactic, over the years following the Battle for Project Purity, has forged the Wolves' initial 10 man military into an army of 81 skilled and determined soldiers. The standard issue is a set of combat armor with a matching helmet, painted gray, with an upper-body set of cloth which conceals the face and arms. In addition, the eyes are concealed by a pair of military goggles. A white, engraved sketch of a howling wolf head has been drawn on most of the helmets, and the symbol of the old world lies on the right shoulder. In terms of weapons, the Wolves operate like a normal military, relying on all-purpose assault rifles and a sidearm. The most common rifles you will see inside of the Wolves are laser rifles and ak-47s, depending on user preference. However, there are a small batch of soldiers that can operate from a distance, and thus, they are awarded sniper rifles.

Views on mutation: Georgetown is home to almost twenty ghouls, who are welcomed in the town with open arms (as long as they behave). Kyle Labhart holds no prejudice toward those who have been touched by radiation and often despises those who are prejudiced.

Name: Regulators
Population (less than 300): Roughly 272 Regulators working, while they also have 15 off duty informants around the Capitol Wasteland working
Location: After a large growth in the Population the Regulator HQ was no longer large enough to sustain a group as large as they had become, after a dispatch team located a building known as the National Guard Depot, after much discussion it was decided to be taken in the name of the regulators to serve as the new HQ, the regulators gathered together and easily took over the Depot, claiming it as there own, They then got it up to working condition, re-established electricity, fixed the roofing and walls and used it as there base of operations, they also created stone walls in the front and established security in the front.
They also keep small outposts around the wasteland in order to ensure their scavengers and dispactch teams have a place to stay no matter where they are
National Guard Depot:
Economy: As known in the past the Regulators gain money by serving as bounty hunters, they also are known to trade through there dispatch teams
Culture: The Regulators have taken up the role of Bounty Hunter and consider themselves the soldiers of the wastes, due to this they’ve taken up the ranks of the national guard as well, the Higher ranks tend to be richer while the lower ranks tend to be more poor, however everyone in the Regulators is given food to survive just for working their in order to keep there population up.
Government: There government is almost completely military based, the Higher ranks are in charge while the lower ranks do have some rights
Military: Everyone that is in the regulators is considered military personal. The military of the Regulators tends to be extremely strong and a large force in the capitol wasteland due to their military weaponry and armor, the armor they wear is the usual Green duster however it's been extremely upgraded, underneath the duster is bullet proof padding that is designed to fit underneath the Regulator duster, the armor upgrade has been a huge advancement in the Regulators force as they used to wear little protection
The Regulator teams around the wastes consist of 3-5 men in a squad, this is almost always the case unless at war (If so a different amount of people may apply)
Weapons: The Regulator armory consists of a multitude of weapons, most regulators stick to the conventional use of assault rifles and shotguns, while the higher up officers are given higher grade weaponry such as laser rifles and plasma rifles while recon regulators are for solo missions and have snipers
Upgraded armor:
Views on mutation: Though mutation is not loved by everyone in the Regulators, they are treated with the same respect as humans, however feral ghouls and mutants are killed on sight
History: In the early years the Regulators were started in order to bring law back to the Capitol Wasteland,

The organization flourished attracting attention all over the capitol, the Regulators tripled in size as they became a powerful force in the wastes
they started to become more of an amy and started claiming territory

Soon after that they started to become more lethal, they started losing the Humane side of them, they hunted every bounty whether the person had done something wrong or if they had simply had a high bounty that the Regulators wanted. They lost track of the whole reason they started the Regulators
They had become ruthless, and corrupt

The only thing that they ended up wanting in the end was Money and power

They had become a Ruthless army
Leader: Commanding the Regulators is Ulysses S. Grants:
He's been described as the George Washington of the New world, he leads his fights with passion
Every strategy he makes is known to be unique, he's gained the loyalty of every Regulator

Name: Point Lookout

History: Even before the atomic war of 2077 Point Lookout was a backwater area of the country; hidden as it was within the swamp its hostile locals called home. When atomic fire rained from the sky Point Lookout was spared from direct bombing, but it did not emerge unscathed. In pre-war times Point Lookout was the sight of a break out of the New Plague and the efforts taken to contain it were halted by the uncooperative locals. This disease lingered in the swamp and when it combined with the radioactive fallout from the Great War the population suffered greatly. Horrific mutations become the norm for those who did not succumb to radiation poisoning. So horribly disfigured the locals were forced to revert to inbreeding to keep from falling into extinction. For decades Point Lookout remained isolated, its xenophobic locals becoming more violent and dangerous with the passing of years; yet even with such dangers Point Lookout could not remain untouched for long.

Treasure hunters and scavengers seeking pre-war relics came to the haunted swamp land. The locals found their beloved homeland being drained of its valuables by violent outsiders; conflict grew between the swampfolk and the intruders. Yet still they came and many of them were brought to the foggy swamp by way of the Duchess Gambit. Tobar was the captain of the riverboat, a veteran sailor for many years he sailed the entire East coast on a trade route but halted after finding Point Lookout. The mystery and rustic nature of Point Lookout wasn’t what prompted Tobar to quit sailing but what was inside Point Lookout, Punga fruit. A unique plant native to Point Lookout punga fruit grows in abundance and has several properties that make it highly prized among post-war America. Due to a genetic mutation the punga fruit has what is known as “sticky” isotope compound. This isotope attracts other isotopes to itself before being moved through the host’s digestive tract taking the harmful isotopes with it. While this has the unfortunate effect of turning one’s waste a bizarre glowing green, it remains a natural way to protect oneself from radiation poisoning.

Tobar took this miracle of nature and began to sell it at high prices to the people of the Capital wasteland and beyond. For several years Tobar continued this until he met resistance from a young man named Henry Eckhart. Henry was a native to Point Lookout and though he did not have the “Look” of the locals he was still accepted due to the fact his family had lived in Point Lookout for generations before the Great War even began. Henry was furious from a childhood of seeing his people’s land pillaged by invaders, when Henry was in his early twenties he made a pact with his brothers, sisters and friends that they would reclaim Point Lookout from the greedy and self-serving invaders. First Henry took his war band to blows against the tribals that squatted in the Ark and Dove Cathedral. Henry saw them as the worst of the invaders; they were heretics that worshipped false deities; as were all who did not worship Ug Qualtoth and the other great ones. The siege did not last long, the tribals were outnumbered and despite their best attempts the old church doors could not hold assault and soon gave way. The tribals that fought were killed while those that surrendered were enslaved.

Many of these slaves were sacrificed in order to ordain the church into a temple of the true gods, so that the worship of Ug Qualtoth and the true eldritch gods may no longer be forced to be done in secret. Of the few lucky tribals that avoided the post-battle sacrifice and abuse one stood out from the rest. She had short cut red-hair and spoke with a foreign accent, her name was Nadine and she would provide the answers that Henry wanted. It did not take long before Nadine broke and revealed Tobar as the one behind the tribe; using this new information Henry ordered his war-band to Pilgrim’s landing to finish the fight for freedom. Upon arriving at Pilgrim’s landing Henry found that the few remaining tribals had banded together with Tobar and a few treasure hunters in a last ditch attempt to push back Henry’s war host. Henry ordered his men into the settlement saying that any one of his soldiers that did not draw the enemies’ blood would be sacrificed to the gods. Fanatical zealotry and rage drove his war band forward as they crashed against the settlement’s defense. The actual fighting took only twenty minutes as the tribals and their allies did not have the adequate supplies or training to withstand a siege; few tribals were offered the gift of a safe surrender and even then they were taken and abused before being sacrificed. Tobar himself suffered a grisly fate that is unknown to all but Henry, rumors persist that Henry threw him into a pit of feral ghouls while others insist Henry burned Tobar alive; what is known is that Tobar has not been seen since and Henry now controls the Duchess Gambit.

With the invaders beaten Henry turned his attention to forming a small empire for himself. He claimed Calvert Manor as his own estate and set about outfitting it to suit his needs. Henry then for the next five years set about putting Point Lookout on the map, though at first unpopular with the locals Henry convinced them once he set about recreating Tobar’s punga industry and Henry’s own drug business. Point Lookout very much remains an isolated and backwater area, though Pilgrim’s Landing is growing the rest of the swamp remains full of mystery and danger.
Location: The whole of Point Lookout and a small collection of shacks and stands at the riverboat landing.

Population: 245 (Exact number of swampfolk is unknown)

Economy: Point Lookout’s economy is almost entirely based on three things, Punga fruit, drugs and moonshine. Punga fruit is sold as food and medicine to any willing to buy it. Yet to prevent buyers from growing their own fruit and putting Henry out of business the seeds to all punga fruit sold are removed before sale. These seeds are then ground up and left to dry before being sold as drugs to anyone willing to snort or consume the dusty powder; this powder known by its street name “Pow-pow” gives the user powerful hallucinations. The petals of the flower of punga fruit are also taken and sold as another form of drug that gives the user a sense of euphoria and a craving for food. Moonshine is another popular product exported from Point Lookout, a powerful grain based alcohol moonshine when consumed by a novice or light drinker can be lethal.

Culture: Point Lookout’s culture is a mixture of occult, xenophobic and family beliefs. History and ancestry is very important within the culture of the locals, even the most inbred swampfolk can name their forefathers and mothers for at least five generations back. Secrets and esoteric are common throughout the swampy land, the locals’ occult and pagan religion only supporting the use of secrets; in some cases family secrets have been kept out of shame since before the Great War even began. Rumors run rampant and for every even there are thousands of different versions, the truth having either been twisted or lost in the mist. One cultural trait is very important to know if one were to travel to Point Lookout, and that is to mind one’s own business and stay out of the business of others.
Due to Point Lookout’s location along the Chesapeake Bay fishing and ocean is very present within the local culture, every morning one could see fishermen descend into small paddle boats and drift out into the foggy bay to fish. Old fishermen tales around told around corner cafes and pubs, one such tales is very common and well known; the tale of beast of the bay. Whispered tales of something big within the bay, something no fishermen has been able to catch. Such rumors are common and are mostly nothing but superstitious nonsense but the similarities that persist throughout the many iterations of this tale give the legend of the beast some grounding within reality.
Point Lookout has remained for the most part what it always was, a sleepy seaside town. The increase of the people, especially outsiders, has done nothing to remove the ever present silence that encompasses the misty swamp. Almost as if the land itself is a living entity intent on keeping Point Lookout as secluded as possible.

Government: No true government exists within in Point Lookout; the general attitude is one of community and shared work. Henry exerts great influence and some would even say control over the region but is in no way a leader.



Military: Henry’s army stand at about 75 men and women strong, the entirety of them are natives of Point Lookout though not all have the “look”. Each solider is tasked with arming themselves, because of this shotguns, rifles, pistols and melee weapons are more common than automatic weapons or anything that involves the firing of energy. Typically the soldiers make an attempt to armor themselves but more often than not they are dressed in everyday clothes with maybe a few shoulder and knee pads stitched on. Though do not judge such warriors on their appearance for each are deadly killers; what they lack in training and arms they make up for in raw experience. Each solider has grown up in hostile Point Lookout having to contend with smuggler raids, mirelurk infestations and pirate attacks; because of this each solider has learned that even with the most rudimentary supplies a good warrior can still fight and win. Driven by xenophobic rage and zealotry Henry’s soldiers are notoriously brutal and savage fighters.



Views on mutation: With swampfolk and ghouls making up a large portion of the population mutants are allowed equal access and in some cases being an unmarked human can lead to discrimination.

Name: Henry Eckhart

Age: 30

six: Male

Basic physical appearance and attributes: Henry is fairly tall standing just above six feet tall; he has a well-built frame due to the rigors of swamp life and his occupation. Henry is fortunate that he is not as “marked” as many of his ilk, while Henry does sport an odd discoloration of his skin on his back and torso (birthmarks) he suffers from little physical markings. A large scar stretches from his right pectoral muscle down to his abdominals, a wound he suffered while hunting mirelurks. Henry has unkempt hair as is common with those in the swamp; he sports dark brown hair just past his ears in length. From beneath thick eyebrows Henry has dark brown eyes that are slightly lighter in shade then his hair. Henry’s face is completed with a few small scars and a dusting of facial hair.

Weapons and armor: A worn and used pair of khaki slacks pants held up with dark brown leather suspenders. On his chest he wears a battered white tank top, over which he wears a white button up. When the weather demands it Henry wears an old bomber jacket that used to belong to his great-great-great grandfather. In a clear example of his devotion Henry sports two occult necklaces that hang lossly form his neck. Well used and broken in black boots complete Henry’s outfit. For weapons he carries a Mauser ‘broom handle’ pistol that he usually keeps tucked in the font of his pants. Henry also uses his trusty double barrel shotgun that used to belong to his great uncle.

Personality: Henry is an odd fellow, as are most of his kin, being from Point Lookout Henry’s view of the world is very narrow and he often categorizes people to fit into his world. From Henry’s point of view, outsiders are to be watched, friends and family loved and infidels killed. To his kin Henry is kind if eccentric and bombastic at times, but always ready to help a friend in need. Henry is known for his wild partying and is particularly fond of drugs and moonshine. Though to those he doesn’t know and who make the mistake of being his enemy Henry is brutal, cruel man; capable of barbaric and almost subhuman acts. Such acts are either done in rage or in celebration of the gods he worships reverently.

Occupation: Leader/Boss

Faction; Point Lookout

Backstory: Born and raised in Point Lookout Maryland, Henry was the sixth of twelve children. Six boys, six girls, together with their parents, two uncles, three aunts, both grandparents a large amount of cousins and seven dogs with twelve cats in a large Mansion; he Eckhart Manor to be exact built in 1735 by Duke Eckhart the manor is a massive building several stories tall complete with a basemant and catacombs. Before the war the current Eckhart’s had built a bunker in the catacombs to protect form the bombs. This was how they survived at first before returning to the surface.
While the Eckharts bear no resemblance to any of the swampfolk that inhabit Point Lookout they are still accepted as such. They share the same, land and beliefs with the xenophobic hicks, the Eckhart’s lived a little north of Pilgrim’s landing and in a small community of relatively ‘unmarked’ people. Henry’s childhood was an adventurous one to say the least. The days were spent fishing, exploring and more often than not running from a mirelurk or crazed ghoul. Henry lived a life of relative comfort until his late teens when treasure hunters and smugglers began to loot his precious homeland. Furious at such an insult to him and his people Henry gathered together a band of friends and relatives and fought back to reclaim Point Lookout for its rightful heirs.
Henry was successful in his task to rid Point lookout of unwelcome foreigners. In the wake of his victory Pilgrim’s landing has grown as a small settlement, the Ark and Dove cathedral is now a temple to the true eldritch gods and Henry is the sole owner of the punga fruit and punga drug trade, making him a soon to be very wealthy man.

Name: Jedidiah “Jed” Blackwood

History: Jedidiah was born as a “good n’ proper” local of Point Lookout. Like many of the residents of the region, his family genealogy is rather….intertwined, as a result.

Jedidiah was born in the same three room shack he now lives in located deep within the swamps of Point Lookout (not far from the ol’ trash heap): his parents having passed away many years ago. He lives a fairly sparse existence in the swamps, but is known throughout the area for his family’s moonshine, which he himself still continues the tradition of making. It’s widely considered some of the best and hardest liqueur to find in the swamplands of Point Lookout, and his neighbors in the swamps stop by regularly to trade for it. Usually they give him Punga fruit, ammunition, food, or other odds and ends he might need.

six: Male

Appearance: While not nearly as mutated as some of the other swamp-people, Jedidiah clearly does have some deformities present on his body: likely the result of generations of inbreeding. These include a rather tumorous looking growth on his left arm as well as an extra digit on his left hand. While normally covered up by his shoes, his toes likewise have a few growths. Luckily though, in the Point Lookout swamps its fortunate to have “the marks” (i.e. mutations), otherwise you might be branded an outsider and cast out, ironically perhaps, like a leper.

Aside from that, Jedidiah’s appearance is generally unkempt, dirty, and messy. He also sports a long untrimmed beard.

Personality: Friendly and hearty, Jedidiah is a typical “local yokel” of the swamps. He’s usually known as a good man to have a beer with and go fishing and takes part in such activities regularly with his neighbors and friends. In addition, he loves to take part in the usual campfire revelries of the swamp: to which he usually provides the ‘shine.

Like his parents though (and most in the swamps), he’s a “gods fearing” man, and a devout follower of the local occult religion of Point Lookout. He can always be found in the pews on the usual sacrificial worship days.

Skills: Expert fisher, hunter, and a damn good moonshiner. He also knows his way around the swamps and is no stranger to a fight if needbe.

Weapons and Armor: Jed lacks any sort of armor: instead he wears an old pair of over-alls and boots, and sometimes an old hat along with it.

For his weapons, he owns a double barrel shotgun, a lever-action hunting rifle, a couple of very old pre-war revolvers passed down in his family, an axe, and a large number of hunting and cooking knives.

Occupation: Moonshiner

Faction Allegiance: Point Lookout

Name: Atlas


History: Atlas doesn't talk much about his past, but rumors persist that he used to be a mercenary from the North while others claim he is a tribal from the West. All people know for sure is that he showed up around the same time as the Crow and Atlas is one of his enforcers among the ranks of slavers. Atlas isn't liked very much by the other slavers due to his job, a unique one but one that was given to him by the Crow himself, protecting the slaves. Rather than keeping them from escaping Atlas keeps other slavers and buyers from abusing the slaves before they are bought and is also in charge of enacting punishment on slavers that disobey orders or fail to perform to the level desired. It has been rumored that in his five years working at Paradise Falls he has killed more than eight slavers after they attacked a slave or failed the Crow.

six: Male

Appearance: Atlas is large and imposing, standing about 6’2” and weighing in over two hundred pounds Atlas is a physically terrifying individual. His skin is somewhat pale and riddled with scars; Atlas has long blonde hair that hangs unkempt around his shoulders. Bright blue eyes draw attention away from his crooked and angular nose which has clearly been broken several times. A firm jaw line and a lack of facial hair complement his somewhat chiseled features. A few tattoos dot Atlas’ muscular body, one of which is a grouping of tally marks on his right pectoral muscle displaying how many people he has killed.

Personality: Atlas doesn't talk much; he doesn't see the need to. He speaks more often with the slaves than he does with his fellow slavers which causes some to believe he may be working with an underground railroad of sorts to free slaves. Atlas is one of the handful of people under Crow’s command that can interrupt any sale depending on the buyer and slave in question. Atlas has also been known on several occasions to kill a prospective buyer for no apparent reasons. A severe rift exists between Atlas and Ymir, the two have been in several fights over the years one of which was so bad the Crow himself needed to break it up.

Skills: Atlas can hurt people; he is very adept at hurting people.

Weapons and Armor: Atlas wears brown leather pants with some extra padding to serve as rudimentary armor and a wears a stylized version of version of the wastehound helmet with only one tuft of hair in the shape of a Mohawk running vertically down his head. Atlas has a wide variety of weapons at his disposal, a leather bull whip he keeps on his waist at all times with his butchers hook, Atlas also chooses whether to use his automatic rifle or fire ax before combat.

Occupation: Guard/Enforcer for Paradise Falls

Faction Allegiance: Paradise Falls/The Crow

Name: The Pitt

History: The Pitt was carved from the festering cesspit of depravity and evil once known as Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The great atomic war of 2077 did not destroy Pittsburgh directly, but instead, the extremely-irradiated waters of the rivers around it eventually brought untold suffering and mayhem to the dying city. For over a hundred years this passed until a group shown itself upon the hill and came crashing down with a vengeance and purged the city of its disease, if only for a time. The group, a detachment of techno-religious zealots called the Brotherhood of Steel, suffered but one casualty with their powered armor and advanced weaponry. A single man was unaccounted for, presumed dead after he was buried in rubble following an explosion. The Brotherhood expedition left him there to rot and made no effort to reclaim their fallen comrade. This man, clinging to life, had a very different path ahead of him. His name: Ishmael Ashur. He would see great change, being a man with unparalleled conviction and ambition.

Ashur, dragged from the rubble, found himself to be revered as a god. Using this newfound power, be began to shape the dead city into the most powerful industrial force in the East. He wrestled power from the local raider leaders and took their soldiers as his own, eventually forming his own league of cutthroat raiders. His power grew to unseen heights and he cemented his place as the most powerful man in the city. Ashur's legions of slaves and ruthless raider army made him a fearsome presence, reviving the Pitt and making it his own. The furnaces roared to life and the smokestacks chugged out their thick, black smog. The slaves were set to work with the promise that freedom could indeed be theirs. Years passed and in 2277, tales and reports poured into the Pitt of a war raging in the not-so-far-off ruins of Washington DC, by way of the Train Tunnel camp. Those tales surfaced and with them came the most tumultuous time in the Pitt since the Scourge, the second coup of the traitor called Wernher. Once Ashur's second-in-command, the disgraced turncoat returned to the city, inciting a rebellion amongst the slaves and forcing Ashur into a war of his own, his raiders cutting down the workers he'd promised freedom to.

The fighting lasted days and finally, the slaves were put down once more, culled to obedience in a sea of their dead. Ashur's raiders had taken significant casualties but stability returned. Wernher had found Ashur in his palace, in Haven, and engaged him in a duel. Ashur, Lord of the Pitt, was nigh overpowered but when the chance arose, he crippled Wernher and proceeded to brutally dismantle his former subordinate. Once he'd had his fill, Ashur ordered Wernher dragged to the Bridge, blood trailing, and set him to hang. A celebration was held and Ashur was finally poised to have his wish, to see his greatest enemy hang over the churning green waters of the Pitt's river. Wernher hung from the top of the Bridge and was left to rot. Once the celebration ended, Ashur set about his business once more and ordered the Train Tunnel on the ourskirts of the ruins of DC to be fully-manned. It would become the staging point for the Pitt's slave-trade, the best way to replace the many raiders lost in the Night of Blood. With the recommendation by Krenshaw, Ashur gave control of the camp to ' Chainsaw ' Ramsey. Ramsey, a veteran raider and experienced raider-boss, quickly accepted the position and made his way to the camp, setting himself up and assuming complete control. The future of the Pitt's operation in the Capital Wasteland depended on him.

His complete intolerance of failure assured that only the best men staffed his camp and that all slaves were kept in line. Ramsey, having dealt with the slave business, ran a smooth, profitable operation, securing deals with small rings around the wasteland. All the while caps poured in from the constant raids staged from the Train Tunnel. The small camp grew into a veritable fortress, slaves hauling heavy metal sheets and placing steel pillars to form a roof over the open space. This area came to be exclusively for the slaves and the outer areas became the barrier against the outside, sturdy makeshift walls reinforced with steel from the Pitt were erected and catwalks built atop them. The camp had become its own compound while Ramsey continued to rake in both slaves and caps. His men were equipped with equipment superior to that of their city-comrades with the rationale that their place on the front-lines ensure their priority, gaining Ramsey's men the ire of their peers, at the same time a grudging respect. The men under his command were quickly being distinguished as some of the best. Ramsey even brought discipline to his men, a rare thing amongst raiders, in addition to their camaraderie, his men were oddly loyal. Ramsey delivered and Ashur gifted him, granting him even more power and resources. Not long after, a raid of Ramsey's caught wind of the Paradise Falls slave-trade and a meeting was arranged. The two met and without delay, the two began a sure exchange, Ramsey purchasing slaves in bulk from the slavers of the Falls.

And so years came and went, now, in 2282, Ramsey has been a great benefit, a blessing to the Pitt and has been charged with feeding the ranks of Ashur's slave-force and finding new meat for raider-hood. Along with medicine and books for Marie and the cure, he must acquire these things for the Lord of the Pitt. Ramsey has also been tasked with expansion of the Pitt's hold in the DC wastes and all the resources that come with it.

Location: The Train Tunnel, the Radio Tower, areas between, and surrounding lands

Population: 300 - 250 raiders, 50 slaves

Economy: The Pitt specializes in the trade of steel and weaponry for slaves and whatever else Ashur may order of Ramsey. Recently, the Chainsaw has been tasked with medicine and books on the subject of medical practice to aid in perfecting the cure to the Trog Plague.

Culture: Raider. Everything about the Pitt itself and the Train Tunnel camp screams raider. Complete with drug-addled rampage, booze-induced fits and stupors, death and pillage, profanity, excessive violence and all, the Pitt fully embodies all traits of the raider lifestyle. From drinking after a bloody and brutal fight to beating the slaves for the fun of it. Even Ramsey's men fall under these words. The raiders are in it for the money and they'll do almost anything to get their hands on it, or at least, survive the wrath of their boss.

Government: The Pitt is ultimately ruled over its supreme lord, Ashur and all must obey his word. In the case of the operations in the DC Wasteland however, Ramsey has full control over them, reporting to Lord Ashur through messengers. He is authorized to do what he likes at his discretion with jurisdiction over all Pitt raiders in the Capital Wasteland. In line with the waning-yet-present worker theme, Ramsey's official title is Supervisor by Ashur, but his men simply call him ' Boss '.
Military: The Pitt's military is much larger than is represented at the camp but all in all, Ramsey has 250 raiders at his command. They patrol in their controlled territory, or stand stationed at the Train Tunnel camp or the Radio Tower. The raiders are doggedly tenacious and viciously brutal, garbed in anything from leather and raider apparel such as the ' Commando ' and ' Iconoclast ', to heavier sorts and metal variants. No armor is standard-issue and quite often is a mismatch of different suits, with assorted helmets and the like as well, Welder's Masks and Supervisor Helmets being prevalent. However, the R91 Assault Rifle is the workhorse of the Pitt's forces, along with the frequently un-silenced Infiltrator. Shotguns, Chinese Assault Rifles, and rifles are worked in as well as sidearms including 9mm's and magnums.

Views on mutation: Pitt raiders treat Super Mutants as threats and target practice due to their incessant hostility. Feral ghouls are shot on sight but regular, sane ghouls have a somewhat better standing. Sentient ghouls can be taken as slaves and can prove their worth as raiders, albeit quite rarely. Overall, the raiders do not like them and often treat them poorly, like all others.

Name: " Chainsaw " Ramsey
Age: 37
Gender: Male

History: Born by another name entirely, likely something such as Jack or John, the man called Ramsey originated from the streets of the Pitt, the post-apocalyptic ruins of Pittsburgh. With a scumbag for a father and a careless mother, he was never given the love and appreciation expected for kids before the bombs. He was either foraging for food for himself, hiding it, and then receiving beatings for being a worthless scavenger, or being beaten just for the fun of it. His mother was rarely home in their hovel, located in an abandoned apartment, and his father fared similarly, being tossed through the window more than once by local thugs. Because of this, Ramsey became fiercely independent early in his life, relying solely on himself and growing to despise and loathe his parents. He went on this way until his preteen years, managing to pick up a few friends, ones that didn't last long in the harsh ruins, and learned to fend for himself completely. Ramsey gathered his own food and avoided the gangs that ran rampant, until one night, something happened.

A young Ramsey, his given name lost to time, awoke to gunshots and screaming, then thuds upon the dusty floors. He ran from his room into what could've been called the den, to see his father dying in a pool of blood, moaning and shaking. His mother was in the hands of a thuggish man, a brute, greasy and dirty, a gang-leader. He grinned savagely, his thick black hair matching his soot-like complexion, he held a gun to Ramsey's mother's head. " What'll it be, kid? Play hero, or let mommy die? " The leader questioned, grin still in-place.
The young boy gave her one look and turned in disgust, not giving an answer, nor moving. The gang-leader's smirk widened and he pulled the trigger, sending bits of skull flying, covering himself in gore. The gunshot rang out and she fell, dead, as her lover, Ramsey's father, was silenced with a blade to his throat. The young Ramsey gave the leader a nod, and the dark man held the same look, motioning with his head toward the door, as the other men of his gang filtered out.

And so Ramsey joined the man and his crew, becoming their youngest member, their errand-boy, the group treated him as a younger brother. They took to him quickly, enjoying his sense of dark humor and just his attitude, a rough and tumble lad. The leader's name, the young boy learned, was Razor, or so he called himself. He kept a combat knife, old and rusty, in his boot at all times and taught the boy of how to survive in the Pitt. The others gave him scavenging duties, as he'd become quite proficient and helped to instruct him in the art of combat. Razor kept a watchful eye over the boy, becoming a father-figure, showing an affection that was never open, he cared for the boy, a rare occurrence in raider gang. After a short while, the boy was given the name Ramsey for his stubbornness, as a sign of acceptance among the gang, he became one of them. Eventually, the group fell in with a man called Ashur who had started a campaign, waging war to dominate the Pitt, they joined the army of raiders that Ashur commanded, fighting for him out of respect and the chance at riches under his rule. Ramsey joined the fighting, being old enough, and made a name for himself, being a brutal combatant. He slew any man that stood before him with prejudice and gained even more respect among his original group, even earning himself the nickname " Chainsaw " for his tendencies to maim and overwhelm. Razor and Ramsey rose among Ashur's favored and once he claimed utter control of the Pitt, they were both rewarded with prestige and tasks in the self-styled Lord of the Pitt's regime.

Years passed once more and eventually, Razor became a top lieutenant, behind Wernher then Krenshaw, and Ramsey became one of the most highly-regarded raiders in the Pitt. Then came the first coup, in which Ramsey wounded and drove Wernher from the city, almost killing him. Ashur rewarded the effort with yet more prestige and revere. Razor aged and eventually became more of an overseer, an old wardog. Ramsey continued to serve and aided in the second coup, putting down slaves alongside Razor one last time. Ashur eventually awarded Ramsey with the post in the Capital Wasteland, entrusting a part the future of the Pitt, to the experienced raider.

Appearance: Ramsey is an imposing figure at a towering 6'3, covered in a thick, coarse muscle, gained by his rough lifestyle. Scars streak across his body, yet another mark of his past, slashing across his back and arms. A medium-length head of midnight black hair covers his head, as a thick, bushy black beard grows upon his face, stark against his tanned skin.

Personality: The Chainsaw possesses a rather lively sense of humor, though it is usually dark and morbid thanks to his past. He shares the sense of camaraderie with his men and does care a deal more than raider-leaders tend to. One of his most prolific traits however, is his complete intolerance for failure, he will not hesitate to kill a man for failing, costing time and resources. He revels in the thrill of the fight. Combat in all its forms is welcomed and even more-so, he enjoys the rush of hunting a slave down, or slapping a collar around the weaklings he captures for the good of the Pitt, for Ashur's honor. Ramsey lives by the ideal that only the strong survive and thus shows no empathy toward slaves or any others and has formed few emotional attachments. He enjoys torturing, he enjoys all the depravity raiders engage in, yet retains a sort of civility that some do not, which translates to many of his men. Ramsey is exceptionally businesslike when it comes to his sort of business, maintaining a professional manner and commands respect from those he leads. A born leader, he inspires his men to Ashur's cause to great effect.

Skills: He is skilled in combat, both unarmed and with most any conventional firearm, along with the ability to lead effectively. He is quite handy with repairs, thanks to his early life, and is a shrewd businessman.

Weapons and Armor: ( Will be added later )

Occupation: Supervisor under Ashur's command, Boss, leader of the Pitt camps in DC and the Train Tunnel compound.

Faction Allegiance: The Pitt

Name: The Merchant Union

History:
In the 2277 the Lone wander invested in several of the larger caravan’s in order to get better goods to buy, this invest encouraged many traders to move to Canterbury and within a year Canterbury had become the trade hub for DC but even with the many more traders in town it was still rather disorganised, with ever trader caravan doing their own thing, with many of the small ones getting attacked by raiders or suffering other problems and not making the most profit that they could.

In 2280 James Wilson arrived in Canterbury and under his leadership the caravan finally started to work together at first this was soon just one large caravan but with its increased protection & profit more caravan traders and now shop owners wanted to join.

So in 2281 as a great battle raged across the county the merchant union was formed, fully organised, protected and under wise leadership the MU is the largest supplier in the DC wasteland supping goods to almost anyone in the wasteland

As it stands right now there are three large caravans regularly running from Canterbury, offering a wide range of goods to those with the caps. Likewise there are many shops in Canterbury selling items too risky to take on the caravan.

Location: Canterbury commons but with representatives/trade outposts in most towns.

Population: roughly 101 total with 35 town members (people who basically stay in town) , 4 couriers, 15 caravan traders, 43 caravan/town guards and one super mutant Brahmin breeder.

Economy: Canterbury commons is the trade capital of the DC wasteland with them making most of their money from the high-end shops in town or trading caravans. Canterbury also has its own Brahmin ranch that specialises in pack Brahmins and repair shop.

Culture: A town of traders, willing to barter with any who come peacefully… Anyone who attacks or enslaves their members is cut off with a trade embargo placed on them and attacked/kidnapped onsite until reputations are paid.

Government: Canterbury commons the town is ruled by Mayor Joe porter who handles the day to day running of town. The Merchant Union ruled by a council made up of four representatives from the shops owners, caravan traders, investors and guards.

Military: Whilst most people know how to use a gun, the union has 43 well armed and (mostly) well trained full time guards equipment is varied depending on choice, income and rank but most made up of classical weapons (assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles) along with a few laser rifles and three plasma rifles used by the High value caravans guards.

Armour on the other hand is mostly made up of reinforced leather armour with a dozen sets of combat armour for HV guards. The head guard however wears a unique set of power armour “prototype medic” that was sold to one of the merchants, crow before the union was founded.

The union also has access to two dozen robots from the robot repair station but most are used for town defences.

Views on mutation: varies depending on trader but Ghouls are accepted by most, with several working for the union, Super mutants are generally avoided but it is notable that one friendly mutant, Uncle Leo works at Canterbury Brahmin ranch

Name: James Wilson

six: Male

History: James was born in Texas and owns a V10 Pipboy suggesting he came or was descended from vault dwellers but for some unknown reason to do with the Mexican cartel and a drug deal gone very, very wrong James left Texas in his early 20’s to explore the wasteland….

Spending the good part of the next 12 years exploring the south eastern states of American James eventually arrived in DC shortly after the enclave showed up and due to his leadership and charisma was quickly elected leader before going on to form the merchant union.

Appearance: Speaks with a southern accent James 6’1 with short brown hair, five o'clock shadow beard, and bright blue eyes with a medium build. 35 years old.

Personality: James is a rather cheerful, up-beat man who looks for the “good” aka way to make a profit from in any given situation. Very charismatic and surprisingly intelligent despite his accent and appearance James has been able to turn a group of ransack traders into the biggest trader hub in DC.

Whilst willing to deal with slavers and other “evil” groups of the waste who will likely destroy the union or enslave them all in the future James has no tolerance rule against those who attack his person/caravans….

Skills: James is a Master trader (barter), Expert negotiator (speech), skilled repairman (repair) and is fair good shot.

Weapons and Armour: James wears an old grey trench coat that he wears over a light blue shirt with a red tie, a pair of faded blue jeans tucked into cowboy boots and sunglasses.

For weapons James uses a Scoped 44. Magnum and carries a Bowie knife when in need he may also use a double barrelled shotgun or a Chinese assault rifle.
Occupation: Head trader/Caravan master

Faction Allegiance: The merchant Union

Name: The De Burgo Faction
History: The De Burgo faction was one born out of the deluded mind of the mysterious Mister Burke, a cold-hearted business man who ascended to power under the leadership of the charismatic Alistair Tenpenny. Holding a strange relationship with the old man, Mister Burke had bent to his every whim, vowing to destroy Megaton in his honor. The apex of Mister Burke's career had arrived upon meeting the Lone Wander, whom he hired to detonate the bomb for which Megaton was named. When he refused, Mister Burke had gone into an odd state of depression, secluding himself in his suite, and growing bitter as the Lone Wanderer won the favor of the Tenpenny residents. As relations between the Lone Wanderer and Alistair Tenpenny had grown more apparent, Burke was struck with jealousy, so much so that he had turned to Roy Phillips and his ghoulish gang. This was out of character for Mister Burke to do, but with the growing sense of replacement and hatred caused by the Lone Wanderer's presence, he felt the need to begin again, and hired Roy Phillips to exterminate the residents of Tenpenny Tower; using their hatred for one another to carry out the murders, promising to the ghouls the whole of Tenpenny Tower to live in as exchange. Once the murders were carried out, Mister Burke made a last request, to have the body of Alistair Tenpenny for himself.

Mister Burke had then vanished for nearly a year, leaving the ghouls to live in luxury but for only a limited time. Soon, Burke had returned with a small armada of mercenaries, who he paid off to execute and enslave the new ghoul residents of the Tower. They did, and he kept Roy Phillips as his prize. The mercenaries moved in as the faction's new armed security, and Mister Burke had assumed a new identity, Alistair de Burgo.

Location: The Tenpenny Towers region, encompassing the Dunwich Building, the RobCo Facility, as well as the Warrington Station; now referred to as the De Burgo compound.

Population: 150; With 50 of those men working as security, policing the boundaries regularly, and the other 100 working as luxury tenants, merchants, engineers, etc. Most of the residents of the De Burgo compound live within Tenpenny Tower, but a few of them live in the refurbished buildings by the train yard.

Economy: The De Burgo compound has an internal network of selling scavenged goods, as well as repairing them. Everyone has a taste for luxury, and deal heavily in old world trinkets. The RobCo Facility is in the process of becoming the region's technological powerhouse, being restored and expected to become a huge technological trade center, as Mister De Burgo hopes. Mister De Burgo has also enslaved Roy Phillips and the local ghoul population, using them for hard labor around the compound, and also regularly trading them off for goods with passing caravans. The economy however, comprises mostly of domestic products as of now.

Culture: The people of the De Burgo compound follow heavily in the footsteps of Mister De Burgo, fostering a hatred for ghouls and mutants of all kinds. Everyone in the compound has a love for luxury, and are all people of post-war class and refinement. It is a very relaxed lifestyle within the De Burgo compound, and many of the residents have never held a gun. No residents ever choose to leave the compound, and many have never seen the world outside of its boundaries. Because of this, many De Burgo residents have a certain wanderlust, wishing to see the world, but understanding the dangers. The people of the De Burgo compound also carry a hatred for the people of Megaton, being told by Mister De Burgo that they were nothing but radroaches, which must be shot.

Government: The De Burgo compound is ruled entirely by Mister De Burgo, communing with no one but Alistair Tenpenny himself. It is an odd ritual, but Mister De Burgo consults Tenpenny's corpse, which he keeps preserved in embalming fluids within his suite.

Military: 50 armed and well-trained mercenaries, who are armed heavily in classical weapons such as assault rifles, pistols, revolvers, and snipers. Only a few of the mercenaries carry laser weapons, which are hard to come by, but increasingly easier to produce as the RobCo Facility unravels its secrets.

Views on Mutation: Absolutely disgusted. Any ghouls are either shot on sight, or enslaved.

Name: The New 12th

History: The accepted history of The New 12th is that the founders were Marines in the 12th Battalion, Eighth Marines and were on a field-op in northern Canada at the time of the bomb. After the bombs fell, the officer in charge (commonly believed to be Major Finnigan) led those who didn't desert south to their home base, 29 Palms. It took several months to march there and when they arrived, they found it had been hit by several atomic warheads, destroying nearly all life. Those who didn't leave decided it would be smart to set up a camp in nearby caves that had been created when the tectonic plates shifted. After several years and a nuclear winter of living off fungus and spring-water, they ventured out into the ruins of 29 Palms. There they found schematics for their standard issue R78 Distant Target Eliminator, along with schematics for it's ammo. The Major decided they would make the caves their permanent home and took the name The New 12th in honor of their old battalion. Few disagreed and left, bringing the total number lower. They lived in the caves for one hundred and sixty years, expanding to become more of a town then a large tribe.

They were forced to leave because of confrontations with the Enclave that lessened their numbers, many of whom were experienced ghouls from before the bombs. The third Major, Major O'Higgs decided it would be safest to leave the caves. Those who were to old to leave decided that they would remain in the caves and distract the Enclave, allowing Major O'Higgs and the rest of The New 12th time to leave unscathed. Major O'Higgs took them crossing across the continent, visiting important landmarks and other locations, gathering weapons and armor to improve the nomadic group's might.

Major O'Higgs received a bullet wound to the chest during an ambush outside Quebec City and died shorty after from an infection. At their camp, after the burial ceremony, they voted Sargent Ranggoer to take his place. The newly elected Major Rangoer decided it would be appropriate to establish a new, permanent,home in the old Washington D.C. Marine Barracks. They turned and marched south to the Capital Wasteland, where they made a camp in Broadcast Tower KB5 as they scout the area in preparation to secure the Barracks.

Population (300 Max): The total population is 147. 79 males and 68 females. There is a total of 8 kids.

Location: Broadcast Tower, and immediately surrounding area.

Economy: Due to many generations of gunsmiths and armorers, a few have chosen to become master gunsmiths or master armorer. Even the Gun Runners can't make as high quality weapons as the gunsmiths. But because most of the weapons and armors are made by hand, it takes a while to craft even a few weapons or amors. They can also provide basic assistance (such as weapon maintenance, education, medical aid) for a fee to cover extra expenses that occur. On occasion they will fight as mercenaries for the right reasons and enough money.

Due to their nomadic lifestyle, they are experienced foragers and scavengers. They can make lots of medicine from the local plants. The cooks believe that their skills are exceptionally skilled, believing that they could making anything good, or at least edible. Any excess medicine or preserved food that they make is sold to keep weight down.

Culture: They consider themselves Post-War Marines, though many have never been on a boat and most can hardly tread water. Many rules of the pre-war Marine Corp have been tossed aside or forgotten, but a few remain. They are to instill the ideas of a honorable warrior, they call the rules The Creed and all children and recruits are to memorize them if they wish to remain.

-I represent The New 12th, I will not run from battles I can win, I will not yield to enemies I can fight.
-I will not kill those who cower and those who flee.
-I will kill those who fight with such vigor that god himself cries for mercy.
-I shall always be polite to those who cower, not mater the circumstance.
-I will never give my weapon to an outsider, no matter the reason.

While simple to others, they have important meaning to The New 12th.

The are raised to have an aggressive tone and attitude when talked to by outsiders, but they always are polite. The lower ranks don't talk with outsiders, being very general and always informing them that should talk to a higher up when addressed.

They refer to themselves as various names, only using The New 12th as political name for the whole group. It is disrespectful for an outsider to call them anything else, and members take offense to it.

Government: The The New 12th is led by a Major, who is elected by all members, even recruits and children. The Major is essentially the king, the Major has final say in all things. Under the Major is an Arm Captain and a Leg Captain. The Arm Captain is in charge of military related activities, such as raids, attacks, setting up defensive positions, ect. The Leg Captain is in charge of all logistics and non-military activities, such as marches, setting up camp, distributing supplies, ect. Both Captains are appointed by the Major, and hold equal rank. Under the two Captains, they have Half-Captains. They are assistants to the Captains and have no real power, although they are just very experienced in line of work. Many consider what the Half-Captains say as orders and follow them to the letter, out of respect. Other then that, they all follow a simplified rank structure, N.C.O. ranks only denounce experience in combat and are only prevalent in combat. They fly both the Pre-War Marine Corps flag and the Pre-War U.S. Flag over their camp.

Military: Everyone who can hold a rifle is a combatant, first and foremost. They are very aggressive in battle and often push into overwhelming numbers to throw the enemy off balance and force a retreat, or at least close the distance. A combat ready soldiers wears a tan and green combat armor with a green combat helmet. Sometimes it's augmented with a type seven gas mask to protect from potential environmental threats. Their primary weapon is a R78, a weapon that is very similar to the R91 Assault Rifle. Through modifications, the R78 features a larger magazine (30 bullets), uses 7.62mm rounds, and is more powerful and fires faster. Many members decorate their R78 and customize it to fit their personal wishes and preferences. They carry ten magazines, less depending on the mission. They also carry two melee weapons, a very high quality sword, used as a last resort, and a combat knife that can be attached to their R78 as a bayonet. Some choose to carry a side arm, although that is a personal choice. Each member carries at least four frag grenades and two frag mines. If stab comes to punch, most have all been trained lethal hand to hand combat.

The New 12th is very mobile, so they lack many heavy weapons. What heavy weapons they do have are often stored in the base unless the mission dictates the use of them. Ammo for the heavy weapons is rare so most have little experience with them. They have five suits of T-45d power armor locked away, only to be used in special missions and emergencies. Only a few people have training in power armor.

During marches each member carries their own gear. Their packs consists of a bed roll, food, water, ammo, meds, and other supplies need to survive on their own. They always wear their armor when outside their tent, no matter the situation. It's very rare to see someone not wearing it outside their sleeping quarters. Members are expected to do everything in it, be it train, work, or march. The only ones that don't are the wounded or the old. All non-essential equipment is carried by brahmin. This is in case of an ambush and that they have to scatter, they wont be out of their supplies.

Views on mutation: They are tolerant of mutants. Ghouls that were alive before the Great War are often treated with heightened respect, in hopes of learning about Pre-War life. Anything that looks hostile is shot.

Bigotry is not tolerated when spoken outside the individuals tent. If someone is a bigot, they're expected to keep it under wraps.

Author's note:
I don't know how well I wrote up the faction I have in my mind, so just so I can know I'm being clear, I included a little summary.

The idea behind The New 12th is that they are more of a tribe that has stemmed from a pre-war U.S. Marine Corps unit. Lot's of the training of the training and some of the attitude has been handed down, which is why they are raised (in some cases, taught) to be very aggressive in battle. The attitude to constantly be on the offensive, always taunting the fighting enemy, and to put the attacker on the run, or at on the defense, has created specialized training doctrines for close quarter combat. Due to this specialization, their skill in long distance combat as suffered, especially in open ground (boom, just gave you all a weakness). While the taunts and such may imply a lack of disciple, that is the contrary. They take every order seriously, and follow them to the letter. They will never surrender by choice, nor will they leave a man or women behind, even if they are dead.

Name: Harry Ranggoer (Ran-Go-Er), referred to as Major Ranggoer.

Age: 28

History: His parents were both members of The New 12th. He grew up to be an exceptional soldier, earning many citations and rapidly becoming a Sargent by 19. He fought in lots of battles, surviving many wounds that would kill others. When he was elected to the position of Major, he was the youngest to date at 27.

six: Male

Appearance: He is tall, standing at six feet. His hair is a buzz-cut, with no facial hair. He tries to remain clean, bathing when ever clean water is around. He is muscular, but it's not obvious. His arms and legs have multiple scars, left overs from battles and firefights. Rumor says he lost his testicles from stomping on a supposedly deactivated land mine, though, that's just a rumor.

Personality: He enjoys talking and helping people, often joking in attempts to soften the mood. Although he is blunt and rude when he feels he needs to. With other members of The New 12th, he often trys to expand his image, make him appear larger then life. He also tries to set an example for everyone to follow, he hardly ever swears, keeps himself well groomed, and bathes often. Durring battle, he always trys to be in the front, leading his warriors.

Skills: As all the members are, he is highly skilled in the use of bullet based weapons, specifically the R78, first aid, weapon maintenance, melee weapons, unarmed combat, and explosives. Unlike many members, he is trained in the use of power armor and energy weapons, although there are no energy weapons in camp.

Weapons and Armor: He wears the traditional armor of The New 12th, only he wears a tan trench coat over it to announce his rank of Major. On the back of his helmet, there is a single white star painted on, also to announce his rank. Like all members of the New 12th, the only form of identification on his apparel is his rank. His name is not written anywhere on his armor. His R78 has a shortened barrel, pre-war red dot sight, howled out stock, and has seventeen ticks on his barrel to show his confirmed kills (this common among Battalion members). His knife and sword are very clean, he keeps very good care of them and can often be seen cleaning it them during the rare quiet time. He carries a .44 M29 revolver in holster around his hip, to imitate cowboys from old movies.

Occupation: He is the leader of The New 12th.

Faction Allegiance: The New 12th

Name: Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel

History: Originating from the main branch of the Brotherhood of Steel in California, Lyon’s Brotherhood made the great journey to the Capital Wasteland, ending up settling in a place once known as the Pentagon, the nerve center of the Pre War US military, and renamed it the Citadel. There Elder Lyons morality got the better of him, and he began his mission of benevolence, a mission that went against the Brotherhood’s policy of preserving technology for only them: Using the Brotherhood and its technology to aid the wastelanders of D.C, all the while destroying Super Mutants of the area.

For a while, all was going well. But Elder Lyon’s new view didn’t sit well with a good portion of the Brotherhood, and eventually, they rebelled against the Elder. These became known as the Outcasts, and the Brotherhood banished them from the Citadel and their lands. To this day relations are less than cordial with them, and while there are a few who wish the get back on good terms with them, it is generally accepted that such a thing is next to impossible.

And so things continued like this for a while, until a man by the name of James showed up from a local Vault, telling the Brotherhood of a water purifier hidden within Jefferson Memorial. A new hope rising for the people of the wastes, the Brotherhood wasted no time in devoting men and resources to the project, working in conjunction with scientists from a place known as Rivet City, whom they still maintain an alliance with. The project was well underway when James’ was close to having her child, which forced the pair to return to the Vault from whence they came.
Unfortunately, James’ wife perished during birth, and James would not return to the Brotherhood for another 18 years. As a result, the project was all but abandoned. However, once the 18 years did pass, James did return, and the project began anew. James’ son also managed to escape, and proved to be a great boon to the Brotherhood, aiding them in various things and eventually rescuing his father from a simulator in a certain Vault. Together with the father-and-son duo, the Brotherhood began to make breakthroughs on the project, the end in sight.
Until the Enclave showed up.

The Enclave, or “Black Devils” as the Brotherhood soldiers affectionately called them, assaulted the Purifier, wishing to take it over for their own use. In the end, James was captured and eventually died in its protection.

After a brief period of time, the Brotherhood and James’ son launched a counterattack, somehow pushing the better-equipped soldiers of the Enclave away from the Purifier, a battle which resulted in numerous casualties and Sarah Lyons being severely injured and in a coma. James’ son somehow managed to kill Colonel Autumn and his entourage, and also made the ultimate sacrifice in order to activate the Purifier, or so they thought. His unconscious body was recovered after the battle was over. The battle won, pure, clean water flowed forth from the Purifier that the Brotherhood had so desperately fought for.

James’ son regained consciousness during this time, and in recognition for his heroic actions and those of his family, was made an official Knight in the Brotherhood military, and most notably, a member of Lyon’s Pride.

Days after the assault on the Purifier, the Brotherhood decided to take the fight to the Enclave. They sent an assault force towards the Enclave’s headquarters in Raven Rock, and after a long and bloody battle, had destroyed the Enclave there.

Unfortunately for the Brotherhood, the Enclave had other plans for them. During the assault on Raven Rock, the Enclave sent an assault force of its own to the Citadel, attacking the under-manned Brotherhood. Much of the Citadel was damaged and many men lost their lives to the assault, including James’ son, who was killed in single combat with Alan Sutler, a leading figure in the Enclave. The Brotherhood soldiers dug in on the lower levels, and eventually the Enclave left the Citadel, leaving the Brotherhood base in ruins and its remaining defenders badly beaten. This battle lives in infamy for the Brotherhood, who label it as “Lyon’s Raven Rock.”

Eventually, the assault force from Raven Rock returned, finding their home in ruins. The Elder and Sarah remained alive however, both of them being secured in the innermost regions of the former Pentagon. From here, the rebuilding process began.
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Five years have passed since that battle. The Citadel is still in the process of getting rebuilt, though progress is slow.
During the last five years, many things have changed. Sarah Lyons has stepped down from her command position. The Brotherhood no longer actively patrols the ruins of DC. A Head Paladin rank was instated. In order to make up for losses accumulated in the battles with the Enclave, many wastelanders were recruited into service for the military. And perhaps the most important, the Brotherhood’s policy on the wasteland in general has changed. The Brotherhood, has changed.

Population: 300 in total, 100 soldiers, 75 scribes, and 125 others.

Location: In and around the Citadel, Galaxy News Radio, and Jefferson Memorial (Purifier).

Economy: The main export of the Brotherhood is a valuable and very necessary one: Purified water. Due to the actively running Purifier, they have this in excess, and use it to trade for things such as caps. Ammo, weapons, and other various kinds of technology are also something they trade to caravans and such. Foodstuffs on the other hand, are not so plentiful. While they have enough to feed the people, it is by no means in abundance, and needs to be traded for regularly.

Culture: A very militaristic one, while emphasizing the concept of being part of a brotherhood among its members. Typically, the initiates are the “lower” class, Knights and scribes the middle, and Paladins the highest respected. Only three are above the Paladins: The Elder, Head Paladin, and Head Scribe. The Elder is over all and is obeyed without question, while the Head Paladin is directly under the Elder and takes orders only from him. The Head Scribe is also directly under the Elder, though he is known to take orders from the Head Paladin from time to time. Despite having a caste-like system, this does not usually cause prejudice among the members of the Brotherhood due to their emphasis on brotherhood, and them taking their aggressions out on “savages”. Perhaps the most important part of Brotherhood culture is their love and desire to preserve technology of the Old World, something that has only increased since the attack on the Citadel by the Enclave.

Government: Elder is over all and oversees the Brotherhood as a whole, Head Paladin is directly under him and specializes in overseeing the military sect, Head Scribe is directly under the Elder and oversees the scribes and scientists.

Under them, the government is divided into two sects: Military and Scribes. The Military’s ranks consist of Paladins as the field commanders, the knights under them, and the initiates being the grunts. The Scribes are less organized, with scribes becoming “project leads”, those who oversee the various projects given by the Head Scribe, and the others who work under the Project Leads simply labeled as scribes.

Military: While every member of the Brotherhood is trained to fight, there is a separate and specific sect of the society dedicated to the protection of the Brotherhood, and that is the military of the faction. The military is around 100 strong, with it made up of members like this:
Initiates make up 60% of the military force. They don't have PA, and instead employ a number of recon and combat armors. Their main weapons will be conventional firearms, such as the Chinese assault rifle and regular R76 (Or something like that) assault rifle, along with select groups having sniper rifles. (Probably somewhere around twelve snipers total.)

Knights make up another 30% percent of the military force, and their standard armament consists of laser rifles and pistols. For armor they use T-45d armor.

Paladins make up the last 10% of the military, and usually serve as the field commanders, as well as handling the heavier weaponry (Gatling lasers, the 2 or 3 Tesla cannons in BoS possession). Though they also take with them laser rifles on occasion. They also wield T-45d armor.
Views on mutation: The Brotherhood hates all mutants, super mutants in particular. They will tolerate and deal with ghouls on occasion, but with a deal of prejudice. Super Mutants however are actively hunted and purged from Brotherhood-controlled territory, and any sort of trader that shows up with one is denied access lest they lose their mutant companion/slave.

Name: Head Paladin Meric Belles

History: Meric was born into and has served with the Brotherhood for his entire life, leaving with the Brotherhood from California. He is the same age as Sarah Lyons, and has chased after her (and unknown to her, her affections) his entire life, constantly pushing himself to the very limits to impress her.

This borderline obsession with her lead Meric to devote himself fully to her father’s cause of aiding the wastelanders, constantly volunteering for mission after mission in order to impress Sarah. This led him to become very experienced in combat, and he excelled in various aspects of it. Despite this, he was never chosen to be part of Lyon’s Pride, a thing which continues to irk him to this day.

When the Outcasts left, Meric, despite inwardly agreeing with them, remained with the Brotherhood. At first, Meric didn’t blame them. And as much as he hated to admit it, there were times he wished to go with them. However, upon seeing how mad they made Sarah, his opinions were easily swayed. Despite his inward feelings, Meric began to develop a hatred for them, wishing to take vengeance. But the Brotherhood never attacked the Outcasts, at least anything outside of mere skirmishes here and there.

So Meric continued on, going on mission after mission for the Elder; proving himself to be worthy of the title Paladin, which was, to his great delight, a title bestowed upon him by none other than the object of his affections, Sarah.
And then the son of the James entered the picture. He seemed to grasp the attention of Sarah, earning the ire of the young Paladin. In response, he requested permission to lead numerous teams out into the wastes for various reasons in order to simply get away from the two.
When the Enclave came into the picture, Meric was one of the first to volunteer to fight them off, partly for Sarah’s sake, and partly out of the ever growing desire to protect those he called his brothers. While the missions against them were brutal, he took great pride in the fact he took down a few of the “black devils”.

During the battle for the Purifier, Sarah was injured greatly. Enraged by this, Meric swore vengeance against the Enclave, also swearing he’d deal with James’ son once this was all over for his interference and for getting Sarah hurt. Elder Lyons saw his anger over the matter, and decided to use it to his advantage, putting Meric in charge of the assault on Raven Rock. Grateful for the chance, Meric lead the charge against Raven Rock personally, and although they took great casualties, they had won the day and destroyed the headquarters.

He didn’t receive the homecoming he had hoped for however. Upon his return, he found that the Enclave had attacked, killing and injuring many Brotherhood members right in their own base, as well as effectively reducing it to ruin before pulling out.

Not all hope was lost however. Soldiers who still remained alive from the attack revealed the Elder and Sarah were still alive, though they did not say what had happened to James’ son, who had been stationed there officially as a Knight.

As Meric descended into the depths of the Citadel, he learned of the young man’s fate.

On the pathway to the lower portions of the Citadel lay James’ son, beaten, bloody, and lifeless. The Brotherhood’s “hero” had been slain. With no one else around and out of spite, Meric pulled his laser pistol and shot the corpse, symbolizing his own hate of the man. While the Brotherhood may mourn his death, Meric would always relish it.

Afterwords, Meric went down and retrieved the Elder and his now-conscious daughter, who was quite glad to see him. The members of the Brotherhood rallied around the three, signaling the start of the long and arduous rebuilding process.
During this stretch of time, Meric finally confessed to Sarah (Perhaps out of fear of another young upstart stealing her away from him), and she returned his feelings. Within the year, the two were wed.

Meric, in recognition of all that he had done for the Brotherhood in and out of combat situations, was awarded the title of Head Paladin, the first of Lyon’s Brotherhood. Once healed, Sarah returned to her post as leader of Lyon’s Pride, though her husband ensured the Pride was never in any overly risky situations, much to Sarah’s disdain.

In recent days, Sarah became pregnant with her and Meric’s first child, and was forced resign her post as leader of Lyon’s Pride, with Meric himself taking up the role. Now Meric’s days are filled with caring for his wife, organizing troop movements, and going on the occasional mission with the Pride.

Race: Caucasian

six: Male

Appearance: Meric is a beast of a man, standing at a height of 6’5 and weighing in around 230 lbs, all of it being muscle. He has many scars, including a rather large one from a knife under his right eye. He is very tanned, though this has diminished a good deal since spending the majority of his time inside the Citadel. Still, his complexion is moderately dark.

As far as hair goes, his natural hair color is black, though he has no facial hair and opts for shaving his head due to his not wanting to mess with it at all.

Personality: Meric is very complex person, and perhaps has a bit of a mental issue as well. Clearly a bit on the obsessive side, he is quite overprotective of his wife. While he does indeed love his Brotherhood and its members, his true loyalties lie with Sarah, and he wouldn’t think twice about sacrificing others, even his own brothers, for her. This leads him to be very jealous when it comes to her, and downright violent in some cases, none which end very well for the other party.

Despite this, he is quite qualified for his position and carries it out well. He is very organized, and makes it a point to keep track of where everything and everyone under his command is, which has saved more than a few patrols throughout the years.

And while his true loyalties lie with Sarah, he is still extremely loyal to the Brotherhood and many consider him to be a patriot of sorts, as well as good candidate to take over the aging Elder’s position when the time comes.

As far as morality goes, Meric would likely be considered dead neutral. While he genuinely cares about people (Specifically those of the Brotherhood), he has no issue with killing the occasional wastelander who he deems a threat, regardless of it’s a reasonable threat or not. This goes double for when it comes to Sarah, and many a man have met their ends at his hands when she is concerned.

Skills: Combat, organization, leadership roles, and general weapons/armor maintenance.

Weapons and Armor: Laser pistol, and laser rifle. Is known to carry a ripper on occasion.

Meric's armor however is an entirely different story, and is unique to him. Saluaging the chest-plate, boots, and gauntlets (as well as a few strips of metal here and there) from a suit of APA of an Enclave trooper Meric killed during the battle for Raven Rock and utilizing parts from his own T-45d suit, Meric fashioned a monstrosity entirely unique to him that has in its own right become a symbol of his office as well as the monster of a man it houses.

Modifying the various parts of his own suit to fit the salvaged pieces of APA and welding the black strips to his helmet, Meric's armor looks like something out of a recruit's nightmare, all too reminiscent of the "black devils" it was salvaged from. Meric believes this serves as a constant reminder as to what the Brotherhood's true enemies are, and is quite proud of the suit.

Occupation: Head Paladin, commander of Lyon’s pride, Husband of Sarah Lyons (A job in itself am I right? )

Faction Allegiance: Brotherhood of Steel

Name: The Creed


History: Before the bombs dropped the Creed was a group of people hidden from the world while hiding in plain sight, they were a group mostly created around technology and the preservation of technology. Their goal was the collection of any technology that was being created or any schematics.
When the bombs dropped the members gathered together in vaults, when they left, it was a new start for the creed a world where technology was ripe for their picking.
Starting off in Ohio they made their way east, staying under the radar where ever they went, yet picking up technology along the way. They were a myth to survivors.
When they finally reached a place now known as the Capitol Wasteland they settled within, it was the capital of the old world and no doubt held technology that they wanted. Thus they stayed, collecting as much technology as possible

The Members of the Creed are as close to pure human as possible due to the fact they are all descendents of vault dwellers,
Much of their history from beforehand remains buried with the rubble that the bombs had brought

Location: The National Archives and scouts all across the wasteland
Population (300 Max): 94 trained scouts, 27 scientists

Economy: Their mostly tech based, meaning they sell most things that don’t involve technology to others in order to make a profit.
Culture: They follow their own developed religion that involves the preservation of earth, they occasionally pray to a god that they believe help them through everything and survive
Government: The Creed is run by an elected pathfinder; every 2 years they can either elect the same pathfinder or choose a different one, the pathfinder will be replaced earlier if killed

Military: They don’t have much of a military in the sense yet individual soldiers, these soldiers are sent across the wastes to collect technology while also keeping notes on the technology levels of others. The only location that is actually represented with a team based military is at the National Archives and they only serve as guards
The soldiers operate alone, they tend to face threats from extremely long distances or attempt to surprise the enemies
Assassin: They are equipped with stealth boys and their custom armor:
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Their weapons are either a assault carbine, sniper, or pistol all equipped with silencers and laser pointers, few are armed with laser weaponry aswell. Their breathing piece lets them breath underwater and in areas of radiation. Their night vision goggles let them see in up to 30 feet in pitch darkness.

Scientists: They wear the traditional scientist outfit and are equipped with laser pistols


Views on mutation: Mutation is not considered the same as humans yet they are treated with non hostility as long as the mutants do as well, the Creed usually lets them do what they wish as long as they stay away from the archives. Since the Mutants live so close in the mall they are usually warned and killed off before they come to close. They are also studied fairly often in order to try and figure out their way of thinking.

Name: Paradise Falls Slavers



Population: 150 total (roughly) with a normal average of 40 or so slaves in pens. (Might lower or raise this depending on everyone's average. But I think Paradise Falls is one of the larger "settlements" in the region for sure)

Location: Paradise Falls Shopping Center in the North East section of the Capital Wasteland. Paradise Falls is a decent sized pre-war shopping mall which has been fortified by the slavers into a well-protected compound containing large slave pens, barracks for the slavers, a bar owned by one of the slavers, and other assorted buildings used by the group: including a clinic run by the doctor "Cutter" and a weapons-shop owned by Pronto.

Economy: As would be expected, Paradise Falls is primarily based on the capturing and selling of slaves to various buyers. Currently the Pitt is one of their largest customers, but they are known to sell to any and all willing buyers and various groups and individuals from both inside and outside the Capital Wasteland region visit Paradise Falls in order to “browse” the merchandise.

Culture: The culture of Paradise Falls is really only a step up from the various raiders of the Capital Wasteland in terms of the civility they display. In that the slavers are generally well-behaved enough in order to treat potential buyers with respect, and in understanding that unnecessary cruelty to the slaves ruins the product. Aside from that, the slavers are on average cruel and sadistic and have been known to enact terrible punishments on disobedient or would-be escapees.

The slavers are known to be friendly with one another, but that camaraderie only extends so far. Very few would be willing to put their lives on the line for another slaver unless there was !@#$%^&* good caps involved in it: or they were risking the displeasure of the leader of Paradise Falls.

Government: Paradise Falls lacks what one might consider a true government of any sort. They are after all essentially just a group of raiders who specializing in one particular type of raiding. However, they do have a command structure not unlike a Mafia or gang organization. Whoever leads the Paradise Falls slavers is the one in complete control of the group, and he or she delegates command to various underbosses (men like Forty) who oversee day to day "administration" of Paradise Falls and who conduct sales with potential buyers. Under them are crew leaders, and each crew leader commands a small squad of slavers (10 to 15 usually) and leads it when “on the hunt” for new meat.

Military: The Paradise Falls slavers are decently well armed with a variety of small guns, larger weapons such as a few mini-guns, and even some energy weapons here and there. A lot of their armament comes from whatever they managed to pick off the slaves they capture, and they are known to buy weapons from caravans willing to deal with them. Typically hunting rifles and assault rifles (Chinese Assault rifles in particular) are the weapons of choice for the slavers however. Similarly, their armor varies from slaver to slaver as well. Some may have combat armor or leather armor, while others wear run of the mill merc outfits.

As a “regular military” they aren’t exactly well trained or even particularly well disciplined, but they are experienced fighters, and certainly know how to shoot and kill. They have to in their line of work and most of them have killed their fair share.

Normally they are organized into squads, and this is how they operate when sent out into the Capital Wasteland on slaving missions. As of yet, they haven’t had need of grouping the squads together to form a single “army” of slavers. Although if they would suddenly find the need to, it wouldn’t be out of the question for such a thing to occur.

Aside from the slavers, Paradise Falls also has a good number of war-dogs which are used to hunt and capture slaves: and who are vicious canines which have been trained by their masters to kill. Usually one or two might accompany a slaver squad in the wastes, but otherwise they are penned up in Paradise Falls.

Views on mutation: The slavers of Paradise Falls are an “equal opportunity employer”…..and enslaver. Like humans, ghouls are just as likely to be captured as slaves as they might be slavers themselves, and certainly a few are.

Super-mutants are usually shot on sight, but that is normally because most of the super-mutants in the Capital Wastes are hostile, and they’ve had essentially no contact with any sort of friendly mutant.

While some prejudices against ghouls might exist within the slavers as in any other group, its obviously not doctrine. Provided you can prove yourself a tough son of a [censored], a ghoul could easily earn the respect of his fellow slavers.

History: No one really knows when Paradise Falls became a den of slavers, but as far back as anyone in the Capital Wastes can remember, the area has been a hot-bed of slaver activity. The slavers themselves obviously don’t keep detailed records of any historical sort, aside from some business transaction ledgers that a few of the smarter slavers maintain, and as far as they know Paradise Falls has always been slaver territory.

In truth, Paradise Falls began as a slave-trading hub not long after the Great War itself. Thirty years after the atomic fires rained down in 2077, a group of raiders took over the abandoned shopping mall and transformed it into their base of operations. While they began with the same tactics they had been used to: namely raiding nearby settlements and wastelanders, they soon found that they could have a much more lucrative business if they kept their raid victims alive and sold them to more malicious minded individuals seeking human slaves for various reasons.

Over the years, the slavers of Paradise Falls continued to inhabit the shopping mall, and went through generations of leaders and slavers. Largely, they owed their continued existence to the completely lawless state of the Capital Wasteland region, and the lack of any sort of arising organized nation which grew up like in the West. In addition, the walled in compound and surprisingly defensible position at Paradise meant that if any settlement or town did work up the nerve to attempt to rid themselves of the slavers, they never made it much farther than the main gate.

When the Brotherhood arrived recently in the Capital Wasteland, the slavers were far enough away from the D.C. area proper that they were never bothered by them. Although the Brotherhood was well aware of their existence, the super-mutants simply posed a far greater threat. Rarely however, they’ve encountered Brotherhood patrols, and even engaged one in open combat at one point. While they managed to kill or capture the entire patrol, they lost enough slavers in the process that it was deemed best if they steered clear of any future contact if it could be avoided.

Recently, there have been a string of leaders of Paradise Falls of note. Some of which people in the Capital Wastes might still remember. Penelope Chase, the infamous “Black Widow of Paradise Falls” was the earliest leader in recent memory, and she was followed by the crazed cannibal Harmon Juley, who was known to kill and eat any slaves he couldn’t sell. Juley was followed by Eulogy Jones, who was known for wearing a pre-war zoot-suit and for his two dress wearing female bodyguards: Crimson and Clover.

When Eulogy Jones was killed in his sleep in a jealous rage by his bodyguard Crimson after he told her his plans to sell her to a potential buyer, a new leader of Paradise stepped forward to take the reins of the slavers. Known as “The Crow” due to the black pre-war business suit he wears, he’s considered a far more dangerous and ambitious leader than Eulogy was: and commands the slavers of Paradise with their complete obedience. While Eulogy occasionally allowed back-talk, “the Crow” has been known to put disobedient slaves and slavers alike into cages and hang them to die atop the roofs of the shopping center. To his slavers, he goes by the name “Alistair Crowley,” or “Mr. Crowley” however its unknown if that is his real name or simply a name he chose for himself.

With the recent events in the Capital Wasteland, and the growing strength of the Brotherhood, Crowley is well aware of the threats to the slave trade in the region, and he means to ensure his trade’s future protection. As far as he’s concerned, he will not go down in history as the last leader of the Paradise Falls slavers.

Name: (or alias rather) "Mr. Crowley" or "The Crow" (real name unknown)

Occupation: Leader of Paradise Falls

History: Crowley was a recent addition to the Paradise Falls slaver group and its presumed that he came from somewhere East: although he's never revealed where exactly he originated from. He approached Paradise Falls wearing a pre-war suit and carrying a pistol sidearm along with a briefcase. After he was taken to see Mr. Eulogy Jones, he was immediately allowed to join the Paradise Falls crew after having a private discussion with him.

He quickly showed an aptitude for leadership and his obvious intelligence allowed him to rise to the position of an under boss within a fortnight. When Eulogy was eventually killed by Crimson, Crowley took command of the Paradise Falls slavers after he orchestrated the murder of the other potential claimants.

As the leader of Paradise Falls, he his known as "the Crow:" and his fearsome reputation has earned the respect, and fearful obedience of those under his command. In the Northern Capital wastes, his name is spoken in fearful whispers by many wastelanders, and mothers often use him as a "boogeyman" to scare their children to bed.

With his slaver gangs crawling all over the Capital wasteland however, sometimes that becomes an all too terrifying reality.

six: Male.

Appearance: Slick black hair with a clean shaven appearance, and somewhat pale skin. He has an average build and stands at just around 6ft tall.

Personality: Cold and calculating, with a demeanor that makes it clear that slavery is simply another form of business to him: one he means to run efficiently. While normally appearing quite calm and collected, his temper is legendary amongst the slaves and slaves, and he's been known to exact terrible punishments when roused to fury.

Skills: He has a gift for speech and persuasion, is unusually intelligent for a slaver, and keeps excellent financial records for Paradise Falls: far more than Eulogy Jones did anyway. He's experienced in most pistol weapons (energy and conventional weaponry alike) and can usually be found carrying either a 10mm pistol or a laser rifle.

Weapons and Armor: In addition to his characteristic black business suit, he usually wears a pair of sunglasses and occasionally wears a pre-war hat and overcoat to match his suit as well.

Faction Allegiance: Paradise Falls slavers.

The Atomic League

Population: 250 ghouls (50 sentient, 200 feral)

Location: The ghouls control the metro center of DC

Economy: Consists of scavengers. The intelligent ghouls mostly control the feral's and whatever supplies they need, they will send out the sentient ghouls to find them.

Culture: The intelligent ghouls separate themselves from the feral's. Whenever the feral's aren't needed for military purposes, they are herded into masses and put in cages. Most of the regular ghouls are afraid of the feral's, except the few that lead them. The regular ghouls live in small shacks within the metro station. The feral's live in cages.

Government: The brothers make the decisions of their small nation.

Military: 250 feral ghouls led by 25 intelligent ghouls. The feral's are unleashed onto their enemy and then rounded up after the battle.

Views on Mutation: Mutants are killed on the spot. Only ghouls and other select races are spoken to.

History: Originally started by 2 ghoul brothers, looking for refuge in the metro stations. They stumbled upon a large group of feral's. In the beginning, they lived among the feral's solely for protection. However sitting in the metro with no one to talk to but themselves took a toll on the brothers. They wished for more intelligent ghouls to talk to. They knew that large amounts of radiation would turn a human into a ghoul with ease. So they began to harvest any toxic waste lying about in the metro. Eventually they had created a vat large enough to dip a human into. So the brothers, Alan and Ben set to work raiding small villages of humans in hopes to create a bigger population of rational ghouls. Their large population of feral's were finally put to use as the brothers unleashed these feral's unto the towns and any survivors would be rounded up to be dipped into the vat. For the most part, the vat has not met the demand of the brothers. It is this reason that the brothers are constantly looking for new methods in altering humans into ghouls and they are always looking for healthy humans to plunge into their toxic vat

Name: Alan MacDougal

History: Ever since Alan was a small child before the war, he had always been and outcast. His peers would often leave him out of their activities. Alan would often stay in seclusion in his room and work independently on the projects he created to keep himself busy. These projects were almost always tinkering with small mechanical objects and then putting them back together once more. It was these very projects that saved Alan's life. A small elevator within his bedroom wall used to carry food (Alan most definitely lived a life of seclusion) and other items from the basemant. He had been working on unscrewing the back panel of the elevator when the bolt he had started to unscrew, fell between a crevice. He propped himself up into the elevator to retrieve it, when the door snapped shut! It then preceded to fall at rapid speeds towards the basemant. He sat for many hours crying for help, except no one answered. He was about to give up hope, until he was saved by one ironic messiah. The bombs. On Oct. 23rd 2077, nuclear fire rained down, killing many including his family. When the blast occurred, the doors of the small elevator finally opened. Alan for the most part, was shielded by the blasts. He did not go completely unscathed however. When days had past Alan had discovered that his face was horribly mutated. It is at this moment, that Alan set forth into the Wasteland. His adventures were far from over.
six: Male

Appearance: Small, fragile, and now old considering that he is a ghoul. The years have not been kind to Alan and neither has the radiation. Alan is tried and true, a ghoul.

Age: As explained before, Alan is a ghoul so he is expected to be in his 200's.

Personality: Very shy but clever and crafty. He is very timid when it comes to matters such as fighting, however he will voice his opinions to his brother.

Skills: Alan is skilled with machinery and repairing firearms.

Weapons an armor: He carries a small 9mm pistol and wears pre-war clothes.

Name: Ben Castillo

History: You could say that Ben isn't the brightest bulb in the wastes. Sure the wasteland isn't known for smarts, but Ben really is a sub-brick. Before the war, Ben lived in a small town filled with a couple hundred people. It was at this time that war had seemed inevitable, so this small group of townspeople set to work in creating a shelter that would fit their families and keep them safe from the Atomic blasts. On Oct. 23rd with little warning the townspeople filed into their makeshift vault. Ben had been one of them. When everyone was inside, they had sealed the doors and waited.The blasts were heard by all that day and there was never a louder and more frightening sound then the one they all heard. After many long hours, the townspeople had agreed that the worst was over but it was nonetheless better to stay inside. Ben however, had apparently been lost during this agreement as he usually was with everything. Unlike most of his fellow townsmen however, he was intrigued by the happenings above ground. That same basic sense of curiosity all humans experience, was stirring inside Ben. What was going on up there? Eventually Ben could take it no longer and with an almost inhuman amount of strength, opened the exit door. What he found on the other side was astonishing! Everything was was completely obliterated. Ben tried to spot his former dwelling but found it impossible. With a great sense of sadness, Ben stepped outside and began walking south. If his town was this bad, what became of the rest of the world? Ben pondered this idea without noticing that he had left the door to his town's only hope of surviving the apocalypse, open. It is this reason that he unknowingly killed every person inside the shelter. Creature who had been scratching at the shelters wall's had noticed Ben's mistake. They quickly entered the townspeople's vault and set upon the poor folks with savage delight. Their hopes of surviving were long gone.

While Ben's entire town was being massacred, he had already made his way to a metro tunnel. He was getting quite hungry and decided that a plant he had found lying about on the irradiated grass would be enough to satisfy his hunger. As hours turned into days, Ben found it more and more necessary to sustain himself with these toxic plants. Before he even knew it, he was a ghoul. His new body state confused him, but he eventually learned to cope with it. After many days merely surviving, possibly the most important event happened in Ben's life, he met Alan. Alan had wandered in starving and weak. He had barely made down the steps of the metro when he collapsed. Ben took Alan to be a miracle. Someone of his own kind was here! After many days recuperating, Alan and Ben formed a friendship although they weren't in the slightest bit alike. They also were never related, but they had become so close they merely saw each other as brothers. After years of helping each other survive, they decided they must venture further. After wandering about, they had stumbled upon the metro central of DC. Largely infested by Feral's. At first the two friends, or brothers rather, were frightened. However they soon realized the feral's meant them no harm. The brothers lived among the feral's and began their plans to build a place where ghouls could gather and live in peace.

Name: The Outcasts

Population: 179

Location: Fairfax, Virginia

Economy: The Outcasts produce a wide array of ammunition and medical supplies that they use in trading, mostly for technology.

Culture: The Outcasts are a group that split away from Lyon's BoS and held on their original mission from out West, to gather and preserve technology, not save the locals as Lyons would have them do. They are semi-xenophobic and have little tolerance for wastelanders, believing them to be a little more advanced than savages.

Government: Technically a military dictatorship, they have done away with the title of Elder and are instead ruled by a "High Proctor". There are several commanders that serve under the High Proctor and give him advice on certain situations, similar to the President's Cabinet.

Military: Outcast squads typicaly operate in 3 man squads with a robotic support unit, typically either a Robo-Brain or Sentry Bot. Troops are equipped with either laser and plasma weaponry or conventional fire arms, their armor is either the T-45d or the T-51b power armor. The Outcasts have access to a small amount of captured Enclave gear, mainly the APA Mark II and various weaponry, including a Vertibird taken from Brotherhood forces.

Views on mutation: Super mutants are shot on sight, non-feral ghouls are mostly left alone.

History: Following the Outcasts split from Lyon's BoS, they left the Citadel with whatever they could carry and headed North to Fort Independence where they drove back the raider forces and established a fortified enclave in the ruins of Fairfax. They used force to establish themselves in the area and rebuilt much of the fort's facilities and began to send out scouting patrols to scour the area for technology to be brought back to the Fort and secured in the vaults for further use. When the Enclave appeared and took control of the Project Purity facility, the Outcasts stayed out of the conflict, despite pleas from the Brotherhood. It was only when Protector Henry Casdin was killed by a Vertibird bombardment did the Outcasts take an interest in the war. In retaliation for Casdin's death the Outcasts swept into the ruins of Fairfax, killing all the raiders in the city along with the Enclave outposts on the outskirts.

The Enclave weaponry was put to good use by the Outcasts who then began attacking Enclave Outposts within range of Fort Independence, using their captured technology to continue to expand their power in Virginia. During the campaign against the Enclave a Protector named Thomas Edfield distinguished himself during battle and rose through the ranks, eventually establishing himself as High Proctor. Under Edfield's leadership the Outcasts flourished and when the Enclave counter attack left the Citadel decimated, many Brotherhood members left Lyon's chapter and made their way to Fairfax to join the Outcasts. With their ranks swelled by the former Brotherhood soldiers, many of whom were experienced veterans that had part of the original expedition sent from out West, the Outcasts began their first offensive moves against Lyon's BoS. While the Brotherhood was occupied fighting the Enclave the Outcasts picked off many outposts in the D.C ruins, further lessening the Brotherhood's control over the region. With the Brotherhood now at it's weakest, the Outcasts continue to build up their strength for the upcoming attack on the citadel.

Name: Thomas Edfield

Age: 47

History: Thomas Edfield was born and raised in the Lost Hills bunker, fiercely loyal to the Brotherhood, he was one of the soldiers sent on the Eastern Expedition and took part in both the Scourge of the Pitt and helped to clear the Citadel when the Brotherhood first arrived in D.C. At first he agreed with Elder Lyons but when he started to change by abandoning the original mission and choosing instead to protect the local, Thomas left with Casdin and his men for Fort Independence. After Casdin died Thomas took control of the situation and formed the Outcasts into something stronger than they originally were, something that could become a major power in the Capital Wasteland. He treats the Outcasts almost as his legacy, his great conquest to be remembered for generations.

six: Male

Appearance: Edfield is large and imposing, he stands at around 5' 11" with brown hair in a crew cut. He has a muscular body that is marked with scars and old bullet wounds, a remnant of his days as a foot soldier.

Personality: Edfield is charismatic, able to inspire great loyalty and obedience from the men under his command. He tends to be overbearing and controlling, he wants everything just so and people that openly defy him have been known to "disappear" while on patrol. That being said, he has a fiece loyalty to the Outcasts and the original Brotherhood and hopes to fulfill Casdin's dream of re-establishing contact with the Western Elders. He views wastelanders as savages and Lyon's BoS as misguided idiots.

Skills: Guns, Energy Weapons, Science

Weapons and Armor: Edfield wears a suit of original APA that is colored in the Outcast colors with a red cape attached to the back. His side arm is a standard plasma pistol.

Faction Allegiance: Outcasts