A eccentric and well-dressed man sits on his balcony , looking down on the desolate wasteland . The early morning sun shines through the musty yellow clouds as the eery whispers of a light morning breeze remains the only thing to be heard .
He takes a sip from his whisky , enjoying luxuries most others can't afford .

A man in a suit , trilby , and glasses approaches from behind .

"Mr Tenpenny" he says in a formal and businessman-like manner .

"What is it , Mr Burke?" The elderly man replies without turning his head .

"Roy Philip's is at it again sir . He was heckling Raymond down at the door controls to be let inside and was ignoring our policy . I have reason to suspect he may be planning something big that could endanger our live's here"

Tenpenny turns around , an mixed expression of distaste , puzzlement , and fear .

"Our lives?"

"He wants entry sir , no doubt about it . In fact , I think he might just want that much more . Ownership of this establishment , to be precise . He's deluded , he wants this tower to be a safehouse for every scum and criminal that happens to be passing by . He wants to let other ghouls in , maybe even mutants ."

"well im not going to let that happen . Double the guards and see to it my quarters are especially well guarded"

"Yes sir" Burke nods , before slithering away .

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A decrepit and poorly dressed figure sits hunched over a dimly lit table in an abandoned metro tunnel , looking at bueprints to what seems a luxurious and stylish hotel . The flesh on his face dangles and quivers , his scalp is peeled back revealing a yellow and beaten skull . He is a ghoul . An outcast . He slams his fist on the table and turns to the other ghouls in the room .

"He wont let us in . That means we have to take it by force"

There are several muffled mumbles within the small crowd , giving off a air of displeasure .

"I dont like it any more then you do" The head ghoul states . "But we need this tower to survive . We have little provisions as it is , and the tower could be used for so much more , other then a retreat for some selfish old meglomaniac . We can take it and shape it into a outpost for supplies and rest . It would make everyones lives easier ."

The crowd mumbles some more before a big and armored ghoul steps forward into the dim light of the single swinging lightbulb . "Okay Roy....ill get the troops ready" He says in compliance .

"Good" Roy says with a wry smile . "We attack at noon . It's all or nothing now . Too long has tenpenny treated us like filth . Its time he gets his come-uppance"
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This RP is based on an upcoming mission for fallout 3 , focused around the struggle of two forces . Allistair Tenpenny is a wealthy and selfish old man who owns a 5 star hotel out in the middle of the wasteland . The hotel has been turned into somewhat of an armored fortress and is protected by his personal retinue of hired mercenaries . He symbolises greed , and power . He may lack morals but he posseses wealth beyond measure and security in the ruthless deadland .

Roy Philip's is a rugged old ghoul , reduced to trying to eke out a pitiful living in the recluse of a nearby old metro station . He , along with many other ghoul's , see's Tenpenny's occupation of the tower a wasted oppurtunity for a possible bastion of defence . He would like to see the tower turned into a safe outpost for anyone , rather than just the rich . He symbolises good and understanding , although he lacks provisions , and wealth .

Now you have to make a decision . Roy see's no other incentive then to attack the tower and take it by force , as his attempts at reason fall on deaf ears . The attack is to take place at 12:00pm noon on a sunday . Will you side with Tenpenny and fight for luxury and power? or will you side with Roy , and fight for what is morally right , and safety for everyone?

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RULES

* No flaming , spamming , ectcetera .

* Keep Romance , if any , within the PG-13 limit

*No uber leet characters . Roy's force are but poorly equipped scavengers , so they will not be bearing high tech power armor and energy weapons . Tenpenny's force are simply lightly armed guards , so the same rule applies . If you absoloutely must have power armor and energy weapons , PM me . We can work soemthing out , but your character will have a handicap of some sort .

* Please RP in a proffessional and civilised manner . No one line posts , or poor grammer . Keep OOC's minimal please .

*PM me your character sheets first for approval . Randomly post your sheet up and you will not take part in the RP .

*I will be "the game master" as such . Meaning that I will not play a character per se....rather then decide the events and happenings that may occur within the RP .

* 2 characters maximum

* This is in no way a spolier or anything . The quest in the game just looked real neat so I thought I would base an RP off it based on speculation and "what would be cool"

*Have fun! Oh....and first person to PM me can play Burke if I think their good enough :hehe: . Tenpenny and Roy are NPC's however , and will be controlled by me .

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Ill start everything off when I get some people joining .

Name: Lenny Harrison
Class/skills: Small Guns, First Aid, Explosives
General Appearance: A ghoul. He is tall and lanky with a muscular build.(Healthy Way not like a bodybuilder)
Clothing/Armour: He wears old worn Metal Armor. When not in combat he wears old dark pants, a old long "Flyers" hoodie and a "Pirates" Basebal cap.
Weapons: 10mm Pistol (15 rounds) Assault Rifle (FN FAL, 30 rounds)
other equipment: A few stimpaks and a backpack filled with survival gear.
Biography/History: Once a resident of Pittsburgh, this ghoul has migrated over the years to the D.C area. He now works as a Scvanger/Hunter with a group of ghoul. He dosen't support Tenpenny's Towers treatment of Ghouls
Mental description: Loyal and caring if he trusts you, he isn't the most truting due to an incident long ago. Quiet


Lenny was tired but he knew what had to be done. He had heard about Roy's plan and wanted to go with him. A nice bed would be great for his leg. He went off to find Roy.....

He found Roy in his normal haunt of "Kingsway" staion. Roy looked jittery. All over he saw ammo, supplies and some of his bretheren getting ready for the attack. Being new(around for about 4 months), Lenny wondered if Roy even remembered him....

Abaddon sat in the rusted hulk of an old car. It's aqua blue paint still visible through the decay. The old leather seat cracked and split as he shifted his weight around, trying to get comfortable. The parts of his rifle were in his lap, on top of the blue tarp that he used as a ground sheet and waterproof blanket. The old powder wasn't coming off the gas piston. It never came off, no matter how long he scrubbed. The piston and bolt of the chinese made weapon were a brushed shiny steel. God I wish this was chromed...god damned Chinese... The brass brush scraqed over the bolt, taking off the orange surface rust and going over the myriad of small pits.

He coughed and it sounded deafening. Everything was so quiet out here in the wastes. As he was cleaning, he did his best to try and imagine what this city was like, back before the war, back when people could build wonders. Back before the decay. The pin housing wen back into the bolt, the bolt slid into the groves of the reciever, push it forward and make room for the mainspring, put the mainspring into the grooves, snap the reciever cover back on, drip some oil lightly n the bolt, work the action to spread the oil, snap in the magazine, charge the handle.

All this he did in under a minute. Hey, you get good at it or you die in the wastes. Abaddon grunted as he swung his feet down from the seat and opened the door. It creaked and strained before finally snapping off. Figures. As he stood, his eyes darted too and fro, scanning the area.

Now where the hell is that Metro station...

Name - Jon

Age- 34

gender- male

Race- Welch & Italian

Traits- small weapons, tools, melee,

General appearance- Long Brown hair, Hazel eyes, Caucasian

mental profile- A man of few words, but will assist the little guy or goul, he's a kind man to others, but can be a total phyco, when it comes to fights.

Armor- What ever is available and is intact.

Clothes- brown leathers jacket, green t-shirt, blue jeans, boots.

Weapons- 9mm pistol (51rounds), hunting rifle (43 rounds), knife

Miscellanny- Stim packs (5), backpack, canned food, old books.

Biography- Jon was born in a small town, with his mom and dad who raised him to be just and help people, but not be taken advantage of, after his father died of a gun shot wound to the gut during a bar fight, jon and his mother moved to another town, where she later died of old age, dave moved to the outskirts of megaton, where he burried his parents, and built a small house. Jon gradually made friends with the bartender in megaton (A goul), which he frequently visits when he's not away from magaton, on some job for Tenpenny or Burke, he is at times shuned by burke and tenpenny, for making friends with the bartender, but is also shuned by the bartender and others in the town, because he works for burke and tenpenny.


As the morning came and gone, jon awoke and begain to get dressed as someone begain to politly knock on his door, he yelled at the knocking, "Ya its open, come on in, I'll be out in a minute", as jon heard the sound of the door open, a familar voice answered from the living room, "Thank you jon, but I would prefer it if we could talk outside", jon walked into the living room, pulling his jacket on, "Thats fine, what do want done today Mr. Burke?", the two walked outside onto his dying lawn to talk, as jon closed the door behind them, and unlatching his 9mm holser strap...

OOC : Just to let everyone know this is still on . Iv'e been waiting for others to come and join and I still have a few that haven't posted thier sheets up yet . The attack will begin to take place later today .

EDIT : The attack will start tommorow as not many of you folk are online and I have to run off now

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Roy pulls back his coat sleeve and looked at his moulded , rusty watch . 10:00AM , the hours were slowly ticking by and the tension was getting to him .

He looked up and observed his ragtag group of rogues and freedom fighter's . Ammo and supplies were scarce , some ghouls were simply given a magazine of ammo and would have to take a gun off a dead corpse in the battle . Others would simply have to bunker down and hope for the best .

He did have a wide range of units however . Riflemen , shock troops , and a small demolitions team . Hopefully he wouldn't need more , as this was all he had .

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Tenpenny looked out from his office window at the troops being assembled . They were by no means heavy duty , light machineguns and kevlar armor . But he had alot of them . Snipers on the roof , a few turrets down by the main gate , and a mercenary with a machinegun stationed at almost every window in the building .

He still had his old sniper laying on his desk . It was a fine antique , and he had no intention of using it . However , he had loaded it just this once should anything go wrong....

Lenny joined the other Ghouls waiting for the attack. Many were poorly armed or had nothing at all. With his Rifle he was probaly one of the most well armed Ghouls in the attack. Everyone was hopeing they could get to Tenpenny first, Lenny was going to find find some nice armor and weapons. He wondered if the group even had enough explosives to clear the gate. Maybe they had found a friendly smoothskin to open the gate.....

Jon followed Burke to tenpenny tower, as he saw a group of gouls rushing behind some rubble who looked to be not feral gouls but a well orginized group, jon looked at Burke hoping that he did'nt see the group, "What the hell is going on around here", jon thought looking back up at burke, "Um... Mr. Burke I'm going to have to take a rain check, on our little meeting, I just remembered that I was going to the local bar to get hammered... Cant do my jobs without getting hammered first!", jon ran to the bar still wondering what the hell was going on...

ooc: do not worry, sometimes threads will go for a week without a post but not dying.

The safety lever clicked off with a loud and angry snap. Abaddon's nerves were on end as he walked towards the strange and menacing shape of Tenpenny tower in the distance. The dirt crunched under his boots, that an his breathing were the only things he could hear. His eyes darted from a mangled car to a pile of rubble to the decaying body of a ghoul. A ghoul... His rifle came to his shoulder and he crouched low, eyes straining to see any movement.

I hate the damned wastes.

The tower wasn't far now. With his heart pounding, he summoned up the courage to go on.

[quote]Name: Morgan Tenpenny
Age: 26
gender:Female
Race:caucasion

Traits: Small weapons , Melee. Medical.

General appearance: Blonde bombshell, Inteligent looking , calculating

mental profile: high self esteem , shallow, merciful , passionate

Armor:None

equipment:Stim packs , radiation meter , homing beacon , bottlecap mines. veil of piosen

cloths: Wine red dress

Weapons: Pistol and hidden Switch Blade

Miscellany ( anything other info ) Has body guards , good taste , doesnt like to travel alone but will when has no choice . wonders if ghouls can be considered people.

Biography Grew up in rivet city/ in a middle class family. both parents were killed during a SuperMutant ambush . (Doesnt know a ghoul saved her and raised her for a time) Dont under estimate her