It was 2063, when scientists in Alska started creating the Gatten. In an isolated lab in Alaska scientists in white coats ran around. Making last minute checkings and preparing the Gatten for testing. Outside soldiers with U.S. Military uniforms patrolled the lab's perimeter. Inside a man around the age of 49 lifted the Gatten off it's mantle in the lab. The Gatten... the height of technology. It had multiple functions, and best of all, weighed little more than a regular rifle. It was able to launch Nuclear Missles from underground storage systems and target the area of destruction with its built on GPS. It could preform this feat by interacting with the launch button due to a series of extremely rare radio waves. It could shoot bullets through steel and stone at alarming speeds. And it could use a small, flying, remote controlled robot to act as a recon team used to spy on nearby enemies. The scientists in the lab preparedit for testing. In 2065 the weapon was complete. The testing had worked with spectacular results. The Nuclear missles his with pin-point accuracy. The prototype of the weapon was also deemed "Safe" and was sold to Vault-tec for use in one of their vaults. But not long after the weapons creation the Chinese invaded Alaska. In the midst of the invasion a lone scientist stole the Gatten. He down the stairs of a secret underground bomb shelter and hide the Gatten there, right under the feet of the chinese. And there it remains.

Excerpt from "Weapons of Mass Destruction"


Kane put down the book and looked upon the wasteland that lay before him. The sun was setting and the sky was had a pinkish orange glow.

The sun... It's the only beautiful thing left in these wastelands.

Detroit was a cold and desolite place. Kane had been in Detroit for several days now and had found only a few small settlements. It was said most of the vaults were closed as well. Kane though about his mission. He knew he had to find the Gatten, knew he could use it for the good of all mankind if he could just get his hands on it.

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This is where you come in.

PM me your character sheets and you could search for the Gatten as well. This RP takes place in detroit, through canada, and in Alaska.

Rules
1. No ubering, yes your characters may be strong but at no point will you be able to take on 5 super mutants alone.
2. What I say goes. If you get injured in a fight you're injured. Disobeying this rule may cause a brahmin to fall from the sky onto your character, crushing every bone in his body.
3. You can be rich or poor as long as you tell us about yourself in your guys bio.
4. No fatmen or missle launchers.
5. No Deathclaws, supermutants, dogs, rats, bloatflies, or Ghost characters.

Character Sheets

Name: (Whats your name?)
Age: (How old are you?)
Gender: (Are you male or female?)
Race: (You can be a ghoul or a human. No Monsters.)
Facial Look: (Whats your face look like? Includes Eye color and hair color at least.)
Physique: (Height, Weight, Muscularity. You can be specific or just give a general idea.)
Additional features: (Do you have scars or freckles? Maybe only 2 teeth?)
Skills: (your 3 basic skills. Ex. Melee, unarmed, medicine.)
Other Skills: (Any other skills you might posess. Up to 3. Can you cook? Can you dance? Are you good with animals?)
Equipment: (Armor and Items like Stimpacks and food.)
Weapons: (Up to 2. No fatmen or missle launchers. You may have 3 pistols. 1 rifle and 1 pistol or just 1 big gun such as the Flamer or the MiniGun
Motive: Good, Neutral, Evil and why you want the Gatten.
Place of Origin: (You can come from one of the many closed vaults around Detroit. You can be in one of the small settlements in Detroit. You can be a raider or Mercenary if you want. As long as you're around where the story is. You can even be a chinese soldier if you like.)
Bio: (Anything you want to tell us about your character.)

Heres my guy, you'll all meet up with him at some point, Whether you're good or evil. But you won't have to stick with him.

Name: David Kane
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Facial Look: Hardened look, like he's seen alot. Piercing Blue eyes, Short Black hair.
Physique: 6'5, Muscular, weighs around 180-200lbs.
Additional Features: He's intimidating, not just by how he looks but how he acts as well. Has a scar on his neck.
Skills: Unarmed, Small Guns, Science.
Other Skills: Can cook meat on an open fire. Is good at making adjustments to things like guns and other technological things.
Equipment: Sun glasses. Padded T-shirt and Pants. 2 stimpacks. Molerat meat. Compass. Map of North America.
Weapons: Assault Rifle, 10mm Pistol.
Motive: Good/Neutral Wants to find the Gatten to use it to become more powerful. He thinks it'll be best for mankind.
Place of Origin: Has been roaming the wastes since age 12 when his parents died. Originally came from a small settlement in Washington DC.
Bio: His parents died at age 12 in Washington DC. At age 20 he found the book "Weapons of Mass Destruction". At age 25 he had planned to search for the Gatten. He saved supplies for 2 years and then set out, wandering the wastes. At age 30 he reached Detroit. He had seen a map of the world and knew which way to head for Alaska.

Name: Jess
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Scottish
Facial Look: Pale skin, light brown hair tied up in a ponytail, grey eyes, pale lips, small ears, sharp'ish' cheek bones and chin.
Physique: 5,2, 8 stone, very slight muscular build, she isnt very strong, but is quite busty... (No she is not a Hooters girl).
Additional features: She has a few very pale freckles on her arms and face.

Skills:
Speech; she is a very very good speaker... Seducing, Persuading, Bartering, Lying... She can even intimidate people IF she is with someone else who looks scary.

Other Skills:
Can cook very well(Find her a dead animal and she will give you a beautiful spit roast),
She has good rythem and thus probably learn to dance quickly, no one has ever asked her,
Her people skills also convert to Animal skills, she is able to get close to the cute and fury animals that remain in the Wasteland(Not many).
General CLOTHES repair. (Not armour, unless material based (eg, Leather Armour)): Sewing, dying, tanning, skinning.

Equipment:
Jess wears some old pre-war cotton pants and a tank top that she has re-dyed black, over the top she wears a brahmin hide leather jacket and some brahmin hide leather (eskimo style) boots.
General useful tools; 1 Pot, 1 Cup, 1 Claw Hammer, 1 Scalpel, 1 Sewing kit, 1 fork, 1 re-fillable water can and a few pieces of Brahmin hide for wrapping up hunted meat.
These are all kept in a Molerat Hide bag with two shoulder straps.

Weapons:
If she cannot talk her way out of a fight she has a small revolver tucked into her knickers...(oh the steriotype... xD)
Or for very very desperate cases she may use the Scalpel or Claw Hammer.

Motive:
Jess is neither Good, Evil or Neutral... She wishes to survive, to do so she has done shameful and personaly demeaning things.
She is not skilled with guns so has to use her charm and charisma to keep herself alive, sometimes in the past however the only way she saw to keep herself alive was to use the fact she was a female but she is not proud of doing so...

Place of Origin: Unknown, she grew up in a slum city and her family were killed for thier strong Scottish accent.

Bio:
The guns ripped through the mud hut, the short-sighted biggots believed her parents Scottish accent was a sign of witchcraft.
The deafening sound of their crude guns should have drowned out her parents last screams but they didn't.
She fled the camp for her life, the Screams of her parents persuing her.
They would forever persue her...

A scream echoed from a a basemant of a large warehouse, then a gun shot.
The echo reverberates around the basemant, around the warehouse and even around the wasteland.

Jessica was once again fleeing a place she believed she could call home, her head in her hands.
Is to encourage the death of another to save ones own life murder?
Does it matter?
Atleast hell would be warmer, warmer than the crisp arctic wasteland of Canada.

She began to walk the wasteland once again, not for the first time, or the second.
She walked for months; night turned to day and days felt like weeks.
The bitter cold of Canada however slowly became less severe.

A rusted sign rose up out of the Wasteland, Detroit...
She stepped across the threshold, towards the remains of crumbling sky scraqers and cracked tarmack.
Another place to call home?

Character Sheets

Name: Oleg
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: USSR
Facial Look: Sharp, Defined cheekbones and jawline. Dull grey eyes. Short dark hair with a tiny bit of grey.
Physique: 6'9 270 lbs
Additional features: Scars and nicks all over. One large scar curving around under his chin. Weathered, Appearance of a hard working man.
Skills: Good with Firearms, both repairing and using them. Good in hand to hand fighting. Any sort of trap, he can disarm, or set.
Other Skills: Good hunter, Can cook/eat anything, however his cooking tends to be rather bland, only seasonings etc being the occasional bit of old salt.
Equipment: Chinese Commando Hat, Dusty Overcoat. Carries some supplies in his coat. Usually improvises with whatever is near.
Weapons: Sniper Rifle Customized for faster reload and better accuracy, slung across his back. Trench Knife strapped to leg.
Motive: Tries to do good, but has done bad things to survive. The Gatten simply sounds useful.
Place of Origin: A shack near Detroit.
Bio: At the age of 15 his parents were killed by a deathclaw attack on their small village. His father was a Gunsmith and taugh him the trade. Oleg has been wandering for years, at one point a Mercenary, at another he hunted for a town. Doing odd jobs for caps, he had settled down alone in a shack a 2 months ago.

Introduction:
His head throbbed. He was in a cold, dank closet. Sitting up, Oleg looked around.

Where am i? I remember .. Men with Chinese jumpsuits and weapons, he had read about these things. How many were there?
There were .... 7 of them. Yes, they had ambushed him, knocking him unconsious and throwing him into this closet.

Oleg stood up, looking around the closet, straining his eyes to see in the dark.
FOOLS! What magnificent fools they were. They had left a crowbar in here.

Snatching the crowbar up, Oleg felt for the door, cramped in the tiny closet.
He pryed at the door a bit, weakening it slightly. Oleg braced himself, ready to burst through the door.

WAM!

The door went flying open, breaking one of the hinges, slamming into a gaurd outside the door.

What a fool. Never stand directly next to an outwardly swinging door.

A man rat at him with a long sword, presumably of chinese origin.
Oleg side stepped him and rammed his fist into his stomach, then swiftly sending his foot to his ribs.
As he dropped Oleg fell upon him, gripping his head in his arms, twisting it, snapping his neck. A technique he had learned in a book.

Now where is my equipment..

Oleg quickly saw his rifle and knife on a shelf. Dashing to them as he heard footsteps.

Shouts and callings rang out in Chinese.

He had JUST only managed to grab his rifle when a man entered the room, Oleg squeezed the trigger.
The loud boom echoed throughout the room, the bullet ripping through the mans chest.

The burly man walked around the room, looting whatever was useful he could carry.
He found a few books in the room, excellent, he loved to read; however peculiar it may look to see him curled up with a book.

The other 4 men had been out, Maybe they were hunting?

Anyways, Oleg was free to walk out, unhindered.
He opened the rusted metal door into the bright sunlight of the wastes.

Just another day in Post-Apocalyptia ..

Kane walked along a deserted street, the cement cracked and old rusted cars lay parked on the side. He was heading to Warde, a small settlement on the southern outskirts of Detroit. He had been there before, and was only returning to sell some of the old stuff he found in an old office building not far away. In the distance Warde looked like a pile of junk, and it didn't look much different close up. People there were in trouble. Their food supply was low last time Kane had been there, and that was 2 months ago. They had never had good water, only drinking the acidic rain water as it fell from the sky. Collecting it by a series of large buckets that lay out side the town. They had no walls, but thankfully there were no nearby raider groups.
Kane had reached the buckets outside. He dipped his hands in and drank, he needed to conserve his supplies for later. Kane saluted the single guard that stood outside the town and walked in. He spotted "Joseph's Tools and Trinkets" the only store in Warde. Joseph was a kind old man, who had been quite the adventurer back in his day. He mostly sold junk but a few rare treasures could be found amongst his stuff. Kane had once found a "Sensor Reflexor". A piece of Tech that was used to sense movement and react. The reaction was due to its programing. It could sound an alarm or, if hooked up to a turret, it could tell the turret where to fire. Unfortunatly Joseph realized the value of this and its price was astounding. Kane walked into the store and looked around. Joseph was sitting behind his desk, listening to the radio.

Kane: Joseph why do you bother listening to that thing? Theres nothing out here to listen to except static!

Joseph looked up and smilled a toothless grin.

Joseph: Kane! I hope you're here to buy something and not just ramble on about my hobbies... Say, I know how much you wanted that Sensor Relexor I had, so I'm willing to make you a deal. You can have it for 5 boxes of sugar bombs and doing me a favor.

Kane: Favor? This better not be about those spiders again, I told you, those things scare the [censored] out of me.

Joseph: Now Kane, those spiders are killing us slowly! They eat all the animals around here and sometimes even attack us. How do you expect buisness will be with a bunch of giant spiders. Not so great eh!

The city street was hard under her feet, not like the snow...
She continued on however, her home made boots were made for walking in snow and did not have thick heels to cope with hard surfaces.
Her mind turned to shoes, ever wasteland girls are fixated by shoes.
She had once read a pre-war magazine and had seen a pair a beautiful high heeled boots,
having never worn any she could only think of how comfortable they would be.

A flash of muzzle flash whipped her out of her day dreams, she did not know how far she had been walking.
A Tanned man covered in paint and wielding a piece of wood with nails sticking out of it charged at her.
Head down she sprinted for cover as the other unseen person fired another shot just pissing her.

The city streets turned to a blur as she ran, she only just realised she was exhausted and she felt her body go limp.


"Arg..... [censored] hell.." Jessica spat out a mouthful of blood.
"What the hell happened?"

She opened her eyes but the light blinded her,
Her head and knees burned and her nose felt blocked.

"Shhhh" A calm and soft man's voice said.
"Your alright, lie still..."

She felt a warm hand on her bare stomach.
"Why am I not wearing a shirt!" She attemped to sit up and push the man away but she was too weak.
He pushed her back down onto her back.

"Do not worry, you are all covered up and I have not discraced you in anyway." He turned the lights down to a less blinding level.
"You were wounded and I had to treat you, so I removed your armour.
I saw you running from the raiders and opened my door for you to run to safty, I thought you had been shot when you collapsed.
You must have been walking for a long time to collapse like that, are you a traveller?"

"What happened to the people persuing me?" She gasped to speak to him
"Did I cause you trouble?"

"Do not worrie of them at all, I was happy to help" As her eyes focussed in the low light levels she saw the mans face.
"Now get some rest, you need it."

Southern Outskirts, Detroit.

Dust swirled, the wasteland was as desolate as ever.
Oleg wiped his goggles, walking towards the Detroit outskirts.

He saw a man standing near what seemed to be a town.
Taking his Sniper Rifle from his back, he scoped in on the town.

Maybe i can get some supplies. Stay for the night perhaps.

Slinging the rifle across his back again, Oleg thundered down the hill.

Jessica awoke again, the lights were out and something felt strange.
She sat up on the bed, her body felt numb.
She fumbled in the darkness falling to her knees.
The thud echoed through the darkness,

Where is the man?
Why isnt he here?
Is something wrong?
Is he still here?

She climbed back to her feet,
she dreaded making any noise.
Banging and smashing could be heard in the distance.
She reached out leaning on things to support her numb legs and headed towards the noise.
Running her hand along the wall she felt a light switch and turned it on, her stuff was scattered around the room.

Someone rummaged through my stuff...

Rage flashed through her as she saw her underwear scattered around the room,
I am sure you can image yourself what her underwear was... Hand crafted from the left over strips of Brahmin leather hide.

The signs got worse as she moved towards the noise, a mans voice shouting...
The mans voice who had her at his mercy whilst she was unconcious.
The man was shouting at someone, and banging and cutting noises could be heard from the same direction.

She turned a courner into a long corridor, a door at the end opened up into a room...
The details of what she saw through that door are too nasty for words to be descriped on these forums.

Name: Ralph Harriet
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Facial Look: Brown eyes, Black hair
Physique: 5'8ft tall. Not very muscular.
Additional features: Missing two fingers on his left hand(His Pinky and index finger) due to an accident fixing a 10mm pistol
Skills: Repair, Science, Energy weapons
Other Skills: An expert when it comes to tinkering with machinery and fixing things
Equipment: Leather armour, 2 stimpacks, a little food
Weapons: Energy Pistol
Motive: Good. Wants the Gatten for research purposes and hopes to learn how to replicate it in order to sell for ALOT of money
Place of Origin: A vault near Detroit
Bio: Ralph left the Vault at age 19 and lived among various different settlements around the Detroit area. He made a living repairing equpment for anyone who needed it. At the age of 25 he came across a Protectron buried under some snow. He managed to get the Protectron back the the settlement he was staying in and repair it to working order. Ralph now travels everywhere with the Protectron which he named Fingers(this name came from when he told people the Protectron made up for his two missing fingers.)


Ralph walked through the mostly abandoned streets of Detroit, other than a few dogs searching for food the place was deserted. He walked along with Fingers close by just in case something were to happen. Ralph was incredibly tired from the long walk the day before, the anticipation of finally reaching some sort of town, some sort of people excited him. But so far nothing at all. Eventually he sat against the wall of a house and ate a cold sandwich... alone

(Npc= Suddenly Ralph heard something rustling behind him. He stood up and turned around just in time to see a Giant Spider charge out of the broken window of the house he had been leaning against and smash against the ground where he had been sitting. Ralph hardley had time to react. He could get one energy shot in but wasn't sure if it would kill the spider or not.

(OOC: Pick a number between 1 and 5 to see what happens in your next post Ralph.)

(Kane= Kane shrugged at Joseph. The old man had a way with words.

Kane: Fine, if you can get someone else to help me with those spiders I'll go get you one of their eggs.

I can't believe this crazy old man still wants to try to make those mutated spiders obediant. Ah well, if it mean I get that Sensor Reflexor it's worth it to me.

Joseph: Great! Come back tommorow, And you two can meet and get ready for the hunt!

Kane: Wait,you already have someone else?

Joseph: No, but I will.

Oleg walked down to the man he assumed was "gaurding" the town.

" Stop right there. " The gaurd said, obviously impressed by Olegs size.

" I mean no harm, i wish to trade. "

" Alright, head in, but if you cause any trouble, you'll awnser to me. "

Pfft. Who does this guy think he is?

Walking into the town, the very first thing he notice was a sign.
Joseph's Tools and Trinkets
Oleg approached the store slowly.

Walking inside, an old man looked up at him.

( OOC: Blackbelt, since this is your RPG and " your town ", Play as Joseph? )

Ralph just started dozing off when suddenly he heard a loud crashing noise. He spun around to see a giant ant crawling out of what used to be the wall next to him. "[censored]!" Ralph yelled as he reached for his energy pistol. But he was panicking and fumbling with the gun trying to bring it up. FINGERS! he thought to himself but then realized that the protectron was facing away from the wall and by the time its slow body turned towards the ant Ralph would be torn in half. All this went through Ralphs mind in less than a second and he realized it was up to one lucky shot.


[4]

(OOC: It was a spider Bacon.)

(NPC= Ralphs shot sped towards the Spider, just missing it's head and burning against the spiders hairy leg. The spider reeled back in pain, and ran away back into the house.

(Kane= Kane saw the old man's eyes suddenly light up and focus on something behind him. Kane turned to see what the old man was looking at. A large man about Kane's height but much bigger was standing in the doorway. He seemed to be in his mid 40's.

Joseph: Hello there! You come over here for a second, I have a proposition for you. I'll give you 50caps if you help my friend here with a small task. You see, I need someone to retrieve an egg from one of the mutated spider dens nearby. You look battle worn, think you could handle it?

(OOC: This whole spider thing is just a thing to get the rpers together and has little effect on the actual Gatten, I'm just using this to keep the story going while new members join and old ones meet up with each other.)

" What is your reason for wanting this egg? "

I bet this job is really worth more than 50 caps to this guy..

Oleg looked to the other man, " How much is he paying you? "

Kane: Nothing. I'm doing this for my good friend Joseph. It's just I doubt I'd be able to pull it off alone.

It's not really lying since I'm trading Joseph 5 boxes of sugar bombs anyways.

Joseph: I hope this job isn't too big for you. I'd hate to have to find someone else. You see, I believe these spiders can be domesticated, like dogs see. And all we need to do is raise one from birth and then perhaps we can start a new breed thats helpful to humans.

(OOC: At this point people start wrapping up what you're doing and come and meet up with us near the spiders cave or on the way there.)

" Well .. since it is for the good of mankind ... I'll do it for 100 caps. "

I do need the caps. And there will be very large benefits if all goes well. So i deserve more than 50 right? All that would get me is maybe some rounds or a little repair.
I'd ask for more, but that would be too greedy. Hopefully there will be some supplies in these caves.

Ralph moved quickly down the streets paying close attention to his surrondings. What the [censored] was that thing? Why was it here? he thought to himself as he looked for a place to rest. He didnt dare to stay in one place to long after that spider incident a few moments ago.
Ralph was jumpy, he almost fired on a rat that came out of an anlleyway thinking it was a spider. The only thing that kept him from breaking into a complete panick was Fingers. The protectron had saved him many times before and as long as Ralph didn't let his guard down he was sure another spider wouldn't come surprising him again.
Eventually Ralph found a small shop called Josephs tools and trinkets.
Mabye there are some people in here who could tell me what the hell is going on... Ralph thought to himself as he entered the shop

Joseph: Hmm... Now you're pushing it. We don't have much around here and what we do we use to buy food and clean water off scavengers. How about 70 caps. Deal?

Just then another man walked through the doorway into Josephs shop. This man was smaller than the other two, but strangely enough he was followed by a protectron.

Kane: Well, here's another one Joseph.

Joseph: Ah hello! I don't suppose you're interested in helping our group with a little task are you?

Kane: Spare him the speech Joseph.
Kane turned to the man and spoke.
Kane: He wants us to go hunting for mutant spider eggs. I'm not sure if you've run across those things but they're scary as [censored]. Not to mention one bit could cause a quick paralyzation followed by death.

Joseph: Well yes that is what we're going to do. How about this, you help out as well and I'll give you an old engine that I found. It could be used to upgrade your protectron, or maybe you could tinker around with it to make it suit your purpose. So how 'bout it? You in?

Jessica fell back against the wall at the sight of what she had seen.
She leant over and threw up to the side of her.

I though he was a good man,
That he saved me...

She peeked around the courner, trying not to look past the door, but at the door itself.
It had an outside lock, if she could run quickly and quietly...
She jumped to her feet and sprinted down the corridor,
as she neared the door the man turned to her raising his hatchet.

The man presumed Jessica was going to charge him and braced himself raising his weapon to strike her.
As she reached the doorway he realised his mistake, she slammed the heavy metal door but was unable to lock it quick enough.
The mans body crashed into the otherside of the door pushing it open slightly and they wrestled to shut it completely.

They continued to wrestle, the large man was stronger than her and she knew eventualy she would lose.
Her body was weak but she determination to not let the man out as she knew he would kill her.

Through out it all the man was screaming insults, the almost dead Raider screamed incouragement but Jessica did not speak she strained and girned but did not speak.
Suddenly a huge dog jumped up infront of her, behind a low cage built into the wall, his teeth stuck through the bars inches from her legs.
A large handle was above the cage door...

As the man continued to scream his insults she found it hard to think but slowly it came to her...

What??!?!? Arrr [censored] dog...
Cage?? Why?
Where it exit? Handle?
To open it?
Sick [censored]....!!!

It came to her

Its for clean up, the dog goes in and eats the leftovers...
If I can open it... It might attack him...
Distract him, I can shut the door.

She moved her body weight away from the door to reach the handle,
Suddenly the man made a huge gain in the struggle to open the door his hatchet now flying through the gap in the door waving wildly.
She threw her weight back into the door and she began to gain closed distance again shutting, his wrist caught in the door he dropped the hatchet..

She quickly stamped on it and pulled it towards her with her foot, picking it up she smashed the handle of the cage and a scraping told her it had opened.
Scampering of feet followed and the man screamed, his insults stopped and he was now pleeding for her to open the door.
The door slammed shut as the man stopped trying to force open the door and Jessica slammed down the bar lock sealing the man and the dog to their fate.

" 70 caps it is then. "

Ralph looked at the two men, not believing what he was hearing. "You want me to get eggs? Those THINGS eggs! Are you insane! They are huge! It almost tore me to pieces! Why the [censored] would you need those eggs? And how could it possibly be worth going to them for? Who is crazy enough to actually go into those THINGS den and get the eggs?"
Ralph stood grasping for words, when he noticed the engine. It was beautiful... The things he could do with it. He could give Fingers it to increase his movements(which would have probably made the last spider incident nothing to worry about.) or he could use it to build, well, anything really.
Ralph stood silent for a few seconds Am I crazy? Considering this for an old engine? Ralph was still about to turn down the offer when a second thought passed his mind. These are people, and with people there is safety...
"How many people are coming on this mission?" he asked, deciding this was his best chance of overall survival. If he could survive the spiders that is.

Name: Shawn a.k.a Soul
Age: 44
Gender: male
Race: Human/African American
Facial Look: Light Brown skin, obisdian colored eyes, and
Physique: 6'1, lean,muscular build, 144 pounds
Additional features: A long scar runs down his neck from a encounter with a Deathclaw that he narrowly escaped from
Skills: Repair, small arms and barter
Other Skills: cooking, tracking ability and he can read and write
Equipment: A suit of Outcast Powerarmor and a Enclave officers hat,a couple packs of Radaway and RadX, 10 stimpacks, and a 3 days worth of food for whenever he leaves settlements to do jobs or scavenge,plenty of ammo
Weapons: A Xuanlong assualt rifle/with a 10mm pistol/silencer
Motive: Neutral, just looking for the Gatten to sell
Place of Origin: Detroit area
Bio: A mercenary, has been doing working for anyone with the caps, and for the Outcasts, where he was given his own suit but didn't take the helmet, saying it would impair his accuracy with his rifle, instead he wears a Enclave Officers hat to the side, he usually found in the many bars/taverns in the Detroit area, sitting in the corner of the room where he keeps in eye on everyone in the bar, is called Soul for his quiet demeanor and how quietly he moves even in power armor. Has been working as a mercenary since the age of 19 so he's seen the most righteous of people and the most corrupted of people.



"So Shawn been awhile since you stopped by my bar, looking for work?" Asked the owner/bartender. Shawn shrugs a takes a seat in the corner of the bar as he usually does.

"Ha. still see you haven't changed much, never much for talking hey Shawn? Been what? like one year since you dropped by right?" asked the Bartender
"10 months, Slate." replied Shawn.

"Heh. well what can I do you for?" Slate asked as he made his way to Shawn's table"the usual?" Shawn nodded."Alright one bottle of purified water coming up, hey I have to thank you again for selling me the schematics for making one of these things, Im still one of the only bars to have a water purifaction system, sure the settlements have them but you know how they don't sell to anyone, man you can believe how much profit I make for purified water alone!" As Slate was telling these facts already known by Shawn a man walks into the bar and takes a seat at the counter"Oh have another customer Shawn, looks like the scanvengers are going to start pouring in now" Slate stated as he walked back to his counter.

I wonder how long im going to stay in this town for?....more and more people keep showing up for that super weapon the Gatten...maybe someone with the caps for the job might come into town recruiting.....who knows. and with that Shawn drained his water and leaned back in his chair and watched

Joseph: So you'll do it? Great 70 caps when you come back with the egg.

Joseph turned to look at the man with the protectron

Joseph: There are already two men coming, and if you come as well that'll make three. Don't worry, the spiders can be killed, it just takes a few shots is all. How about this too top off the deal. I'll give you some ammo from my supplies.

Joseph went to the back of his store and rummaged through an old filing cabnet. He pulled out a box of ammo and set it down on the counter.

Joseph:Here you go, I'll give you each 2 magazines from the gun of your choice. So are you coming or not?

Kane reached into the box and withdrew two Assault rifle magazines.

Kane: I'm in.

Ralph looked at the man, then the box of ammo, and then the engine.
"Fine I'll do it, but that engine better not be busted or anything." Ralph said quietly.
Im signing my own death certificate... He thought to himself as he looked at Fingers, hoping the old protectron would keep him alive in the spiders den.

" Sadly neither of my weapons use magazines. How about i take 6 round for my sniper rifle, and you repair my knife a bit when i get back?