» Wed Aug 26, 2009 4:02 am Australia, 2175
The once great city of Darwin, Australia had been turned to ruins after several atom bombs decimated it in seconds. The rest of Australia was in worse shape, but Darwin was a major hub of trade and caravans in the north, and it was hard getting around. A local mercenary group had recently setup shop in the ruins of Darwin, and were usually hired to protect Caravans on their long trip to Collinsville towards the south. The mercenary group was nicknamed "The Combat ,'s", which they never really began with an official name before, so they began to take the nickname to heart. They were given the name because of their fearce fighting prowess, and tough as nails attitude similar to the creature they were named after. They wore typical wasteland clothes, but nothing that gave them that "official" mercenary company look like other mercenary groups. They looked more like regular settlers than mercenaries. But they had painted on their armor, a , leaping forward towards them with blood on its claws, and above that the name "Combat ,'s".
They were a group of misfits, each one was from a different part of the hell that Australia had become. Some had terrible childhoods, and others had more easy going childhoods, but not much.One thing they all had in common was that they were Combat ,'s, the greatest mercenary group in Australia, and they treated each other like family. They occasionally fought other minor mercenary groups that challenged their territory or just for fun. Raiders feared them when they were travelling the wasteland, and rarely fought with them. They were like a diamond in the rough, but this diamond had sharp edges, and knew how to use them. After several years of gaining territory, and destroying smaller mercenary companies, "The Combat ,'s" were in total control of Darwin, and their route to Collinsville and Alexandria.
Current Situation for The Combat ,'s
Darwin, Australia, 2184
The large cotton ball like clouds flowted through the sky, blocking the sun at times as they passed over the Combat ,'s hub in Darwin. The building looked like something you would see out of an old Spagetti Western or some sort of American Western. It was wood framed, surprisingly stable for such old wood and had stain-glass windows. It was two stories, the top floor was were they all slept, and the bottom floor was their business and recreation area. Inside it was more modern, old computers that hardly worked which held all their jobs: Past, Present, and Future. The main lobby was empty, the whole main floor was empty. It seemed like no one was alive inside. The kitchen where all the ,'s ate was empty, and so was the offices. Outside, the ocean crashed against the Australian beach, and a cool sea breeze blew in off the sea.
On the second floor, the several rooms that held the ,'s, each room held four, were silent of any noises except for the beds. Creaks from the bunk beds echoed through the hallway. It was just the beginning of the day, and it seemed that nothing was going to happen.
Synopsis: You play a mercenary working under the famed "Combat ,'s". Work is good, and that keeps your stomach full, and happy. Life seems perfect, and that nothing could go wrong.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age:(Anything between 20-45)
Gender:
Race:(Caucasian, Asian etc)
Appearence:(Weight, Height, Hair color, Eye color, facial features etc)
Clothing/Armor:(Anything besides Power Armor and the like)
Weapons:(No more than 5)
Misc:(Junk you carry: Water, Food etc)
Bio:(How your character joined the Combat ,'s)
Personality:(How your character acts with others)
Rules
1. I am GM, what I say happens or does not happen, happens.
2. NO BS or All knowing characters.
3. Respect one another.
4. Resonable sized posts. No single sentences, and not "books".
5. I will move the story, do not rush it.
6. I will kick any player from the Rp if they do not obey the rules. Warning will be given.
7. HAVE FUN LIKE ALWAYS!!!!!
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MY Character Sheet
Name: Jon Vice
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: Short Brown Hair, Brown Goatee, Hazel eyes, muscular build, 5' 10", 178lbs
Clothing/Armor: Brown Duster w/ a white "Combat ,'s" logo on the back, Olive green Cargo pants, Black military boots, Sunglasses, Cowboy-ish hat.
Weapons: Lee Enfield Mk III, x2 Webley Revolver Mk IV, Combat Knife.
Misc: x4 Insta-mash, x6 Dirty water, x3 Nuka Cola, x6 Bubble Gum, x3 Mirelurk meat, weapons kit.
Bio: Jon joined "The Combat ,'s" when he was just a young caravan guard at the age of 17. He travelled all across what used to be Australia, but after his Caravan was attacked by Muraders, he found himself alone with just a bottle of water, and a small box of Insta-mash. He moved north, and fell apon a travelling group of ,'s that were heading towards Birdum. That's when he began working with "The Combat ,'s" and gradually became their leader.
Personality: Good to his fellow ,'s, and those in need. Though they take any job that suits them (Everything), Jon does it with passion. If its killing Raiders or helping clear a town out for some Muraders in the South, Jon does it. He is a tough as nails leader, and wants whats best for his ,'s.
Also they can be almost anything really, Australia has a lack in weapons so Ak's and M1's are also welcomed.
