» Sat Sep 04, 2010 5:41 am In this broken world even the people had changed, emerging from holes in the ground to raise the new world to the ground. Spawned from the hatred of man and leaping from the nightmares of children the beast’s became the scourge of those both living and half dead. They were fierce and a horror to behold, muscles bulged from thick rock hard bone, faces twisted into pained grimaces and fearsome death masks.
The creatures were endowed with a strength beyond comparison and a twisted destructive nature to match it. People were dragged from their beds their screams left behind with any semblance of life. Where these unfortunate souls were taken is unknown to all but the monsters and their victims though what is speculated is enough to make the dead grateful for their downfall.
The creatures swarmed over the land from coast to coast, over mountains and through forest and lakes. The land was infested with the monsters, their numbers seemingly unlimited. Men of steel and valor endeavored to thin the ranks of the incomparable horror but to no avail.
Two forsaken provinces of the land housed the monsters, one to the east and one to the west. The monsters the same in name and being but opposites in power of the mind and body. The two separate breeds came from two different hells but were spawned with the same end in mind, the ultimate soldier strong and vicious with a hunger that would never be satisfied.
To the west where the suppressing efforts of the brotherhood had been in motion for longer and had gathered more power in the area of stopping the mutant hordes the once unimaginable numbers are thinning. The huge chalices of mutagenic slime run dry as the monsters die on the blood drenched surface. The monster hordes begin to grow so few in number that are not even strong enough to survive basic scouting raids if discovered by the men of steel and fire.
Hope exists though to the east, where the monsters here talk of a swarm of creatures much like themselves, twisted and broken by the fury of men but stronger, stronger even that the all but the most powerful of the western mutants. The western mutants first feared the creatures of the myth and prayed that the creatures do not desire their territory but then hope sprung eternal with the stories of weakness and psychosis in the minds of the western mutants.
The ambitious master of the western mutants greedily desired the huge reserves of mutagen possessed by the creatures to the east and decided to risk all to obtain possession of the valued material.
A war is coming, a war of behemoth proportions.
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Ok guys a new RP co-hosted by myself and Francois, basically an all out war between the Eastern super mutants ( Lead by Me ) and the Western mutants (led by Francois)
So char sheets in Rules below
1. Andy and I will decide whether you are east or west coast but put down your preference
2. NO UBERING
3. No controlling other peoples characters, fights will be decided on random.org the stronger the mutant the more times your name will be put in the generator myself or Andy will pm the winner of the fight and you can post accordingly
4. being an east coast mutnat is n excuse for bad grammer or splleing, <<<<
Char sheets
Name before mutation: helps us know who's who
Age: self evident
Preference of mutant type: east (DC etc) or west (locations of FO1 and 2)
Preference of rank: both of these will ultimately be chosen by Andy and myself
Weaponry used: Doesn't necessarily need to be something mutants traditionally use
Defining features: Tattoos, scars whatever sets you apart from the horde
Quick bio: what you remember before mutation and your actions after it
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Name before mutation: Dorian Tyler
Age: 197
Mutant Rank: Super Mutant Emperor ( The stage after behemoth, about a foot taller than an overlord and more muscular and broader with a sort of crown of ridges of bone protruding from the skull, large fangs jutting over the lips from the lower jaw up to the nose and able to telepathically communicate with the rest of the horde. About as intelligent as an average human advlt)
Mutant type: East Coast mutant
Weaponry used: a super sledge and a precision http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/AER12_Laser_Rifle
with a line of green in contrast to his yellow skin. chain of human skulls around his neck as a remnant from his days as a behemoth
Defining features: Bone crown and luminous blue eyes the glow in the daylight and the dark, a discolored strip of skin that vertically splits his head in half with a line of green in contrast to his yellow skin. A Chain of human skulls around his neck as a remnant from his days as a behemoth and thee scars across his body as testament to a fight with a deathclaw.
Bio:
all Dorian remembers from his old life is entering Vault 87 with his family, after that the first memory is him sitting strapped to a table in unbearable pain. the next day he remembers being surrounded by scientists ticking check boards and talking about a great success. Dorian was kept in constant surveillance as he grew doctors and scientists poking him with needles and writing test results, that and the crippling pain, eventually Dorian broke out and started the Vault 87 revolt killing all of the scientists and guards with the rest of his younger brothers. His mind rapidly degraded as he grew in physical power until he snapped upon the bone shattering growth into a behemoth, for a while his memories are fully animalistic and brutish as he lived as a behemoth animal, he started to regain his sanity as he shrank, the smaller he got the more he regained and learned until by the time his crown had grown and his teeth had come in he possessed not only the mental stabilty to think on par with your average wastelander but also to contact his brothers and sisters telepathically.
Hey Wooly, in all truth you should be a little mindful about what you say to my buddy here; he's had it rough recently.
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