Clan Wars


As the sun crested over the Rocky Mountains in Montana, the town of Hilltop awoke to what their town had become. Buildings along with houses, were burned or ransacked. Settlers layed dead in the streets with lead pipes and other small arms beside them. The night before, a band of raiders had passed by and had attacked Hilltop and its residents mercilessly. Women and children hid in their houses, while the men of Hilltop tried to defend the town and themselfs from the raiders.

The raiders did'nt seem to be looking for nothing imparticular, but just wanted to cause some trouble for the settlement. Montana had become a "hot bed" of raider activity, raiders from different clans would sometime meet at a town, and simultaiously attack the town together and then when they were outside of the town, the two clans would fight each-other for the loot that they had just worked together stealing. But recently, two major raider clans have been making their mark on the town of Hilltop.

The first clan was Red Tail, they were some of the most ruthless raiders in the western united states, they used all sorts of scare tactics to get their loot, somtimes they would enter a town dressed as traders to gain the towns trust, then while the town was asleep, they would sneak around, and take what they could from the town people sometime they would leave none alive. The other clan was Warhawk, they were just as bad as the Red Tail's but they were not as crafty as Red Tails. Warhawks would find a town, and go in guns blazing. Most of the time, they would just kill the people of the town, and come back later for their loot.

The Mayor of Hilltop after the towns people demanded it, began to post notice's for any traveling wanderer or mercenary that would take the job of protecting the town. All the mercenaires and wanderer's who took the job died the day they had taken the job. Finally after months of torment and people unwilling to take the job, the Mayor sent a message to a nearby Regulator Base hiring them to defend the town against the raiders. The next day 26 regulators, along with others that would come later, entered the town with cheers from the towns people.

Ok here's the deal. You play as a Raider who is near Hilltop, you can choose from either a Red Tail raider or Warhawk raider, either one is fine. I the two clans to be evenly numbered. The two clans have something in common (For once) to kill and destroy the Regulator presence in Hilltop. The two clans will fight each-other, while fighting the Regulators, and what small militia the town can bring to the fight as well, so be prepared for a blood-bath.


Character Sheet: Follow this template please

Name: (Maybe your character only has a nickname?)
Nickname: (Dont need one if you dont want one)
Age:
Gender:(Male/Female)
Race: (Caucasian, Asian, Hispanic, etc. NO GHOULS)

Appearance: (Height, Weight, Hair Style, etc.)

Personality: (How do they act with other Raiders and themselfs)

Equipment: (Armor/Clothes)

Weapons: (Dont over load your character, remember raiders travel light)

Misc: (ammo, food etc.)

Faction: (Red Tail or Warhawk)

Bio: (Why your character joined the raider clan he/she is in)

At the end of your charcter sheet, have an introduction for your character.

SEND ALL CHARACTER SHEET TO ME via PM BEFORE POSTING.

Rules

1. I'am the Master of this universe, what I say goes no questions asked.

2. No all knowing characters (Your character can NOT know what others are thinking)

3. No Bumping (Dont just post something out of charcter)

4. If you must talk out of character, use "OCC's".

5. Any questions (Like your lost on where we are on the Rp) just send them via PM to me.

6. Romance is fine, just dont get out of hand with it. It will be handled like FO1-2 a black out.

7. Your charcter can DIE.

8. Keep track of your charcters, I dont want someone forgetting where their character is.

9. Swearing is fine also. Once again, dont get out of hand with it or I'll have the moderators kick you off the Rp.

10. If you are fighting another player (Your charcter would'nt know that) you NEVER post the outcome of the fight. You must wait until that player posts. And do not ignore what is happening to or around your character with other characters.

11. Have Fun, I want this to be a fun Rp.

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My character Sheet

Name: Marcus Bradley
Nickname: Tommy Gun
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Brown grimmy buzz cut hair, hazel eye's, 5' 10", 190lbs, muscular body with several scars from raids, tan skin color but also dirty, Brown Goatee.

Personality: Tough as nails, he does'nt take kindly to other raiders, sometimes he does'nt even take kindly to his own clan memebers. He thinks that since he's the clan war lord in the Red Tails he demands respect.

Equipment: Blastmaster Armor, Wastehound helmet

Weapons: Tommy Gun, .44 Magnum, Ripper, 1903 Springfield rifle w/ removable scope.

Misc: .x3 .45 Drums 1500 rounds, .44 x120 rounds, 30.06 x30 clips, binoculars

Faction: Red Tails

Bio: Marcus grew up in the Red Tail raider clan, after his parents were killed by who else but, the Red Tail raiders who were coming through town and later ransacked it. Ever since he's grown up into the clan, Marcus has been making his way through the "ranks", finally becoming the Red Tail's Clan War Lord in Montana.





---The Story Intro---------------------------------

3 miles from Hilltop

The day was hot and dry, the only sound was from his breathing as he looked through his binoculars. The settlement of Hilltop was lonely, they were a good target for Marcus and the Red Tails to pillage and burn. Recently after months of raids into the town another raider clan from some where nearby, had come into the area causing trouble for both the Red Tails and their rival clan the Warhawks. The town was busy, the people of the town were doing their daily work, talking with each-other, laughing, suddenly a sadistic smile came over Marcus's face, as he quickly returned to the Red Tails Camp.

The camp was small and dirty, Red Tails were sitting around talking, eating, cleaning their weapons as they waited for the upcoming attack on Hilltop. Marcus walked passed the group as he entered his tent to gather his weapons and other gear.

OCC:Ok everyone who is a Red Tail, you start-off in the camp. Everyone who is a Warhawk, you will start in your camp which is also 3 miles from Hilltop. The first person to send me a Character Sheet who is a Warhawk, will be the Warhawk leader so then I dont have to be. Thanks and have fun.

Approved.

Character Sheet:

Name: Jack Benner
Nickname: Jack
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian

Appearance: Jack is pretty tall and muscular. He has rough thin facial hair around his mouth, almost like 5 o clock shadow, and has a scar on his left cheek, also has a mohawk

Personality: He is known for not having any friends but himself and doesn't take orders from anyone, mean

Equipment: He has standard raider armor, not too heavy, or light
Weapons: He has a chinese assault rifle along with a .44 magnum, and a hunting knife

Misc: He has plenty of ammo, and has suplies of it at base
Faction: Warhawk

Bio: His father brought him up into the warhawks training him and what not with tough love, but shortly died, and inherited his father high ranking in the clan

Jack stood looking at his fellow warhawks who were preparing for a raid,cleaning guns and eating breakfast. He too was cleaning his gun and had just got done eating.
"Armor up everyone, maybe we we can bring this settlement down once and for all! And maybe those stupid Red Tails will show up so we can show them whose boss!" Jack yelled as everyone raised their weapons over their head in excitement. Only a few hours and counting... we have to wait 'til the sun is up high enough to atleast see what we are doing.

Vladimir Kamarov
Age:28
Apperrence: 6'1, 150 pounds,Caucasian (Russian), Rugged brown hair that stops right above his eyes, thick goatee.
Clothes: Brown Ushanka, heavy black flak jacket, heavy duty brown cargo pants, black comabat boots, black t-shirt under Flak jacket.
Weapons: a black Barret .50 caliber sniper with a sling and bipod, and a 44. magmum revolver, combat knife (strapped to boot)
Equipment: brown duffle bag with a sling which holds: .50 cal ammo, and very little food, and a brown dirty rugged blanket.
Skills: Rifling (sniper), very little first aid, and is very good a navigating.
Bio: Was born in a Russian coloney set up in Alaska after the war. There he was taught navigating and military skills. He and a squad
were sent out to head for D.C. but the exipetion went bad when they ran into a large feral ghoul nest. He was one of the only ones who were not killed
but he became seperated from the squad. Eventually, he made his way to a place called Hilltop.There the Red Tail Raiders took him in because of his very good marksmenship.
Personality: He hates the raiders. He usually dosen't murder but he has to a few times to show his loyalyty. He eventually wants to stop the raiders but for now he just wants to survive.
Faction: Red Tails


Vlad, was sitying on a stump and was smoking a cigar. He was thinking about the raiding of the last city. He then made a frown and went to grab his gear......

Name: Charles Bronson
Nickname: Lycan
Age: 26
Gender:Male
Race: Caucasian

Appearance:6'6", 120 pounds, Rich Black hair in a messed but long fashion. He has a soul patch and has black eyes. He has a dog-like look to his face.

Personality: Very un-talkative, yet very popular.

Equipment: Leather armor, covered by a duster.

Weapons: Death claw gauntlet, 44 magnum, and a combat knife.

Misc: 6 copies of Lying, Congressional Style, 16 magnum cylinders , and whiskey.

Faction: Warhawk

Bio: Was born into the Warhawk clan.

Charles prepared for battle, his gauntlet in his pocket, he was ready and willing to kill.

After gathering his weapons and ammo, marcus walked out of his tent with a smirk on his face. The clan sat around talking to each-other about previous attacks and raids, when marcus stood before them.

"Get the hell up you lazzy bastards, I want you all geared up in ten minutes or I'll skin you myself!", marcus watched as the rest of the clan party, rushed around to their tents getting their weapons and ammo, along with what ever else they needed for the raid.

Marcus was exstatic. Just the thought of the raid brought chills down his back, as he went back over to the ridge and watched the town.

This raid will go smoothly, marcus thought as he saw a patrol of Regulators walking around the perimiter of the town. [i]Those damn Regulators think their "Saints" compared to us[i], marcus stood-up and waited for the rest of his clan to get ready...

OCC: People are still welcomed to join!

"Get your damn armor and weapons ready!" Jack yelled impatiently, "The raid starts in ten minutes. Snipers will stay back at vantage points and shotgunners will go blazing in first. Then the rest of us will storm in!" He watched as everyone gathered their things and stood up waiting for battle.

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