Midnight, December 23rd... The doors gave in a deafening explosion and a small army of horribly mutated humans ran into the vault destruction and murder on their minds. A few brave vault dwellers fire into their midst and desperate and futile attempt to halt the tide of monster... They do not survive. However you are not one of these martyrs instead you are shown to a hidden elevator in the overseer's chamber by the overseer himself and forcibly pushed in. As the doors close the last thing you see is a shadowy figure grab the overseer before he can step in. The elevator slowly rises away from the blood bath and after a short ride that feels like an eternity the doors slide open leaving you stranded in the ruins that where once named Moscow, that is before the bombs fell.

For five years you have hidden beneath the earth, now you have been forcibly returned to the cruel world. The snow is slowly falling piling up in massive drifts that come up to your knees, all around you lie ruins most have been reduced to a frame however the occasional building has some of its walls or some of a roof. You must act quickly or face a slow and cold demise in the frigid cold.

Rules:


No ubering: Your shot in the face from point blank ranch, your screwed hate to say it but your dead, this also means you can not run 50km in five minutes and anything else a human being can not do.
Me=god: i say that you suddenly become a necrophiliac you do (a cookie to however got my reference)
No character control: This includes saying other characters responses or hurting them without the other players permission.
Any Other thing I may have forgot: use common sense people.
Pm all character sheets to me, you may NOT post it until I approve it, if you do not you are not part of the rp and there is a 0% chance of me approving the character.
I may call you on things via pm to liven things up, do not share these unless i say.
I will mod like god controlling the environment and npcs
Try and post a decent length, aim for at least a paragraph
Feel free to pm me about anything I miss.
The rp starts when i say so.

Character sheet:

name:
Class/skills: (keep it real people, no one is a master of everything)
General Appearance:
Clothing/Armour:
Weapons:
other equipment:
Biography/History:
mental description: (behavior and strange quirks)

Name: Patricia Connely, 17

Class/skills: Socialite

General Appearance: Hazel-brown shoulder-long hair and almond brown eyes. She's a very average pretty-looking youth. Standing 5 foot 6 inches tall with a delicate frame.

Clothing/Armour: Most often dressed in her favourite red mini-jacket made of synthetic leather, too small to zip up infront, hiding only little of her blue and yellow vault suit underneath.

Weapons: She carries no traditional weapons of any kind, but she has sturdy nails to rake and strong teeth to bite with, should the need arise. She has a small nail file in her vault suit belt pocket, which could be used as an emergency weapon.

Other equipment: A couple of small sticks of lip balm, an old pre-war dime coin, some bobby pins, a pale red hairband, a black marker pen and a teal handkerchief.

Biography/History: Born and raised in the vault, both parents still alive. A stern-minded young but inexperienced girl, almost a bit naive to the reality of the wastes. She's a mere 17 years old and has experienced only little of the outside world, always sheltered by her friends and family.

Mental description: She is often seen as a tempered hothead, who isn't always right, but refuses to give into that even when obviously wrong. She thinks herself above most others, even though she has no more pretigious heritage than any of the other vault dwellers. Only her friends get to call her 'Pat', all others would do well to call her by her full name. Despite her somewhat snobby outer, she is a passionate and warm person on the inside, even if it doesn't show as often as rest of the vault might like. She's typically over precarious about her looks, and spends most of the mornings gussying up before leaving the bathroom.