The Kingston Road

A Post-Apocalyptic Survival RP

By Dr. Strangelove, Jonasvault101, and Venix_445

Backstory

When the time of the Great War came about in the year 2077, the luckiest; or wealthiest of society were allowed to shelter themselves from the nuclear fire in the great Vaults. However, fewer still were lucky enough to survive the holocaust, without Vault-Tec's superior underground communities. Yet, some did survive. These hold-outs were those who hid themselves wherever they could, and tried to live long enough to see the sky clear of the ash.

While the Mid-West and the East Coast were scorched to cinders, other lands weren't as affected by the atomic aftermath.

This is the story of one such place: Seattle, Washington. Nestled high in the American North West, the city managed to evade the nuclear strikes to a large degree. But nuclear fire wasn't the only the threat, or the worst. The Fallout itself nestled over the city, changing it into a hot-spot of radiation and mutation. The Puget Sound cut through the heart of the state of Washington, and the fallout carried into it changed wildlife and man alike, for the worst. But out of this comes the story of a new beginning, a small group who survived the nuclear holocaust against insurmountable odds.

This is the story of the Kingston Road.

Your Involvement

In this RP, the players will be a small group of hold-outs who didn't get accepted into the Vaults. For 8 months, they will have been hidden away in adequate shelters that kept the fallout at bay, for the most part. The idea, is that this group will cross the Puget Sound to found a new settlement in the already existent, small town of Kingston. Along the way will be many perils, from horrible irradiated monsters, to fellow humans looking out for their own needs, good or bad.

Map of Seattle & Puget Sound
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Rules
1. No Uber Characters/Posts.
2. No Foresight.
3. No Arguing between each other.
4. No Character Controlling others.
5. GMs Word is final on any disagreement.
6. If you have a question, PM a GM directly.
7. All Posts must be at LEAST two paragraphs long. No Less.
8. All Posts must have DETAIL and DEPTH. Nothing flat and boring.
9. Don’t just disappear from the RP. If you can’t continue, PM a GM before doing so.
10. If you become trouble, a GM will kick you. You get ONE(1) Warning.
11. Use Common Sense.
12. HAVE FUN!!!

Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:

Hair Style:
Facial Hair:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Skin Color:
Body Build:
Appearance:

Clothes:
Weapon(s): (No more than 3 to start.)
Gear:

Personality:
Bio:

Character Sheets:

Venix_445:

Name: Kara Linton

Age: 20

Race: Human, Caucasian

Gender: Female

Height: 5ft 5in

Weight: Varies between 7.5 and 8.5 stone

Hair Style: Long, reaches past her shoulders

Hair Color: Very dark Brown but gets slightly lighter towards the bottom

Eye Color: Brown

Skin Color: White, with a slight golden tan

Body Build: Slender, with apparent feminine features.

Clothes: Dark blue jeans, White short sleeve T-[censored], Fitting leather Jacket and some black lightweight boots and a small necklace with a pendant of a rearing horse on it.

Weapons: Combat Knife, Remington Model 700 marksman rifle,

Gear: Small Wire cutters, Water bottle, Zippo Lighter and a small medical kit.

Personality: Kara was a happy and bubbly person, very friendly and chatty, She was always that one person you knew that you could go to with problems and she would listen. Able to think on the fly Kara can adapt to a lot of different situations, however she has never had to deal with an incredibly stressful and life threatening situation.

Bio: Kara and her family moved over to America from Australia when she was 15. The move across the world was hard on her as being 15 she was set in her ways with her life only to have it all turned upside down. But it didn’t change her much. She remained the same happy bubbly person she was, in school she had a big friend base but was never one of the ‘Popular kids’. If she was perfectly honest she just kept going with life and took it a day at a time. Kara was brought up being taught many practical things by her parents while she learned it all and can remember it to this day she never thought she would ever need to use it. Kara was taught how to ride a horse and despite being quite girly even opted to learn a form of martial art.

Upon leaving school Kara began auditioning for several TV shows and Stage performances, it was her ambition to become an actress, not that her parents approved “Do something useful with yourself!” While she was doing auditions she worked at a local cinema selling tickets. Eventually she caught a lucky break and aired on one TV show for one episode as a new character but never got the chance to record anymore episodes.

Name: Jacob “Jake” Mercer
Age: 34
Race: Human/Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11
Weight: 183lb.

Hair Style: Short & Messy
Facial Hair: Full Beard
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Olive
Body Build: Medium Build
Appearance: Jake has a strong rugged outdoorsman’s appearance to him, with his messy hair and full beard he keeps somewhat trimmed and clean looking, not letting it grow out too big. He has the body of a lumberman, and a couple of scars here and there on his hands to show for it. When he flexes, his muscles are well defined, but he’s no body builder-type.

Clothes:
- Brown Leather Logging Boots
- Stitched Blue Jeans
- White T-Shirt
- Dark Green & Black w/Yellow stripped Flannel Shirt
- Wrist Watch

Weapon(s):
- 6” Pocket Knife
- Colt Woodsman Pistol
- Winchester Model 70 Rifle w/Scope

Gear:
- Bottled Water
- Baked Beans
- InstaMash
- Canned Peaches
- Bottle of Whiskey
- Bottle of Gin
- Bottle of Tonic Water
- Pack of Cigarettes
- 20rd. Box of .30-06 Ammunition
- 100rd. Box of .22LR Ammunition
- Binoculars
- Small First-Aid Kit
- Tent

Personality: Jake is a hard man, with a rough and tumble attitude. He drinks to get rid of the pain, or at least numb it down enough not to care about it anymore. Whether he’s drinking or not though, he often has a cold and uncaring demeanor towards others and their problems, especially since the world ended, which has only accentuated it all even more. But regardless of his hard demeanor and attitude, Jake does have a somewhat caring side to him, but it isn’t shown to too many people, except those who Jake thinks are worthy enough in the first place, to care for, which aren’t too many. To others who don’t get that caring feeling from him, he either just has a neutral or flat out doesn’t care about them, attitude. Although, to those Jake cares for, they won’t ever hear him say he actually does, it’ll be in his actions. Trust itself, is a big thing to Jake, and he isn’t willing to just meet someone and trust them outright, which is a trait he learned from his father after awhile. To Jake, trust is earned by action and time, and if he’s deceived or lied to before that trust can be earned, in Jake’s mind, that trust will never come no matter what - it’s really an all or nothing deal with Jake. And like caring, it’ll be Jake’s actions that show his trust in someone, rather than his actual saying it.

But beyond that, Jake is a hard worker in what he tries to accomplish. He knows what his priorities are, and often has them in check, going about them one by one like a list. Complete order isn’t something Jake completely likes though, he prefers to have order a bit loose and free, but still able to be controlled when it calls for it, or is getting too out of hand.

Bio: Originally born just north of Seattle, in the town of Granite Falls, Jake Mercer lived a rather normal life for a time. His mother was a homemaker and his father worked different jobs off an on. In the small town, there wasn’t much to do, except get into trouble and when you had the money, go out and shoot some guns, which is exactly what Jake loved to do when he wasn’t getting into trouble. His father, when he had time, would take Jake out hunting and learning different outdoors things. It was some of the best times in Jake’s life, until his father became unemployed and took to booze for sympathy and numbing. When that happened, Jake’s father became violent, and Jake started to become more distant from the house all together, instead staying with friends or sticking it out in his tent, in the woods nearby.

When Jake got old enough to leave, he got into the business of Logging, which took him far from Washington and his father, up into Canada. There, Jake spent much of his time cutting trees and sending them back to the US for whatever they’d be used for. Everyone knew though, that the US Government was the main buyer since it was them who authorized their logging. When the war with China broke-out, Jake and his other coworkers, were all put on double shifts and continued to log their way through the Canadian Wilderness.

As the war waged on, and Anchorage was finally freed from Chinese control, Jake got news from his mother that his father had died. To show support to his mother, more than respect to his father, Jake returned to Washington, and made his way to Seattle where his parents had moved just a couple years before. Unknown to him, until he got there, Jake’s father had apparently been building a small two person fallout shelter for him and his wife. Neither of them trusted Vault-Tec, and decided to make their own. It hadn’t been finished, but was nearly there, so Jake took to working on it after his father’s funeral, and he learned he wouldn’t be returning to Canada for work.

Finally, when that fateful day in October came around, Jake took to the shelter for safety from the impending fallout. Just a couple days before, Jake had finished stocking up the shelves and closets with various supplies him and his mother would need to survive for quite awhile, but his mother insisted on going to the supermarket for some last minute item. Jake never saw his mother again, and was left alone in the shelter with not much to do but keep himself sane and collected by playing cards or busying himself with other things. Now that eight months have passed, Jake is ready to leave his shelter and search for his mother, even though he know the outcome all too well.

So, sort of like the book of Eli?

We travel a long road full of dangers for our goal at the end?

No, not like that.

This RP is about a group of survivors from the Great War, working to make a new life for themselves in the world, surviving by any means they can in the ruins of Seattle. Gradually we'll start coming together by one way or another, to create one of the first settlements in the new world wasteland, on the ruins of Kingston, a town across the Puget Sound water area from Seattle. Along the way of surviving, and later, to creating the new settlement of Kingston, we'll come across many various things, good and bad that will make life in the wasteland, a life in the wasteland.

It'll play like any other free roaming RP, with people able to roam and forage as they like anywhere in the city, not necessarily having to join up with any other player(s) in the beginning. But, we have a clear cut story that is us all gradually coming together for the better, and making a safe place to live, and the struggles that happen when making a new home in the wasteland. We won't however, just be coming to Kingston, settle it and that'll be the end, we're actually looking to make an RP that involves the struggles and hardships that come with making a new town.

Think of the settlement creating part of this RP, sort of like being the first settlers to the New World, and the problems they had off and on, and in most cases, constantly.

The survival part ties in from the beginning, because we're not all going to start together or looking right away to go to Kingston, we're leaving our places of hiding and shelter for the first time, trekking out into a new and unknown world to live. So before we all start to come together as a group, and even when we are a group, making our way to Kingston or working to build the new Kingston settlement, we're going to have to be surviving by any means necessary.

Name: Red Metcalfe
Age: 22
Race: Human, Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 11in
Weight: 186

Hair Style: Buzz Cut
Facial Hair: Short Beard
Hair Color: Almond
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: White, Tanned
Body Build: Muscular, Mild Build

Clothes:
Khaki BDU pants
Black Tee
Combat Boots
Tan She-mag and Tinted Glasses
Ripped Underarmor

Weapon(s):
SR 25 (8-12x scope, bipod and foregrip)
Glock 18 compact
KaBar combat knife

Gear:
Tactical backpack (food and H2O inside)
Molle vest with pouches
holster
engineering gloves
watch

Personality:
Muscular, Intimidating, Intelligent, Secretive and Sneaky

Bio:
Red came into the waste from a little settlement in CA that was ransacked
his parents died he took his fathers gear. then he traveled north near Oregon.
he became a mercenary and gained his way almost to the top. he secretively wants
to assassinate the leader so that he become leader. when not doing anything he is
either in the bar or reading a book.

Spoiler

Name: Troy Stokes

Age: 18

Race: Human/Caucasian

Gender: Male

Height: 5'8

Weight: 70kg

Hair Style: Short and Cropped.

Facial Hair: Little to None.

Hair Color: Dark Brown.

Eye Color: Hazel.

Skin Color: Rosy - Not Pale - Not Tanned

Body Build: Athletic, quite a bit more muscle mass then the average teenager.

Appearance: Troy is stocky, which before the war made him prone to weight gain; luckily his torturous work paid off, carrying countless heavy crates off the boats has kept him in shape, causing his body to become muscular rather then fat. He has soft hazel eyes and still maintains a smooth young face and body, he only has two small scars, both of them not noticeable while he is clothed.

Clothes:
- Plain Black Hoody
- Black Tank Top
- Dark Blue Jeans
- White Sneakers
- Finger-less Black Gloves
- Black Backpack

Weapons:
- http://www.defensefirearms.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/3/8/38991.jpg (Will get handgun during first post if accepted)
- http://www.lmpenterprises.co.uk/ekmps/shops/pearl/images/1_standard_folding_lock_knife_sd.jpg

Gear: (All Gear Is Kept In Backpack)
- 9mm Rounds x36 (Same as the handgun)
- Lunchbox
- Set of Lock Picks
- 3x Pork and Beans
- 4x Purified Water
- 2x Noodles
- Photo of Father

Personality: Troy is nervous in crowds and when first meeting people, once he knows and trusts someone he is reasonably outgoing, but always remains aware of his surroundings just in case. He believes that doing what you have to do to survive is justified but still remains heavily against most crimes that would be considered on the extreme side of morally wrong in the Pre-War world. Troy is usually optimistic; something he picked up growing up poor with his father, he believes that people who are not will have a much harder time surviving; sometimes all you have to go on is hope. He tends to trust easily and is unknowingly extremely loyal to those he does trust. He hates confrontation, and finds it very hard to fight those he see's as anything past a brief acquaintance; both verbally and physically.

Bio: Troy grew up in Seattle, his father a locksmith, his mother was apparently a baker; but she died of an unknown illness when Troy was still a toddler; just over two years old, despite the obvious pain he saw in his father whilst growing up he was a good man, and an even better father. At an early age Troy began school; but it wasn't for him, he acted out in class and was punished for it, the final straw came one day when once again a fifteen year old Troy was stood at the front of the class, awaiting his shoe beating, this teacher was a real bastard; when someone acted out he would send them to the shoe rack at the back of the classroom to fetch the biggest shoe they could, if he checked and the shoe wasn't the biggest the number of strikes were doubled, so once again Troy made the walk of shame to the back of the classroom, grabbing the first shoe he saw and walked back to the front with his head down, finally reaching the bastards desk. Troy's school life ended with the teacher getting punched in the throat, the thought of never having school again made Troy happy, very happy.

That was until the realization that he would have to work to earn his keep settled in... See, while he was at school he had been given free school meals; plus everything else he either won or stole off the other students, the point was that he had never really noticed the lack of food at home. But, boy; after a week of sitting on his ass he noticed, he was starving; he swore all he had eaten that week was fish and cabbage. So, hunger, hunger mixed boredom; they were the reasons he had made his way down into the basemant one day and began watching his father work on the boring [censored] locks, after a while of watching; his father had told him to make himself useful, and so Troy had picked up a few of his fathers picks and watched him open them with a set of his own picks. He then began working on them himself. After a few months he knew how to open the basic locks with no help from his father, and after a year he could open most every house lock in Seattle with his fathers set of Lock picks, and he began helping the customers that came into their small store too.

It wasn't long with hunger looming every day and money becoming more and more important in the young teenagers head that he found a way of putting his new skill to more profitable uses. He started making his way to the wealthier parts of town and letting himself into the rich bastards homes as they slept; taking everything of value he could fit into his backpack; always remembering to wear gloves before skittering off home to change, sleeping the night off and getting up to pawn what he had taken at various shops and pubs around the city the very next day. He carried on like that for nearly a year, his burglaries were talked about all over town, even his father set up a better lock on their door; and they didn't have anything worth taking, but all good things aave to come to an end. And end, they did.

He had silently made his way back home one night, feeling good and carrying a truly beautiful amount of loot for the night as he crept into his house. But he sensed something was wrong as soon as he shut the door, and as he turned the lamp flickered on and revealed his father sat in his armchair, as well as two packed bags just to the side of the door. His father stared silently at his son, his eyes cold and deep with sadness. Their conversation ended with Troy grabbing the two bags that were readily packed for him and leaving, with little but a single glance back at his red faced father; he stepped out into the rain, gloomily glad that he had something to wipe away his tears. Two months passed and he survived only by scavenging what he could out of dustbins, and begging down at the city port. He could no longer face burglary, and the thought of his father's words were too painful so he could do little but struggle on.

The day finally came when he received a little bit of luck, he had been down at the port when a cargo ship docked and the usual men came to carry the small crates off the boat, but there weren't nearly as many men as usual and one of the port bosses turned up red faced, screaming at the workers, apparently more then half a dozen men had quit to go work for a more profitable company that was hiring in the city. Troy didn't have anything to lose, he stood up and jogged up to boss; after a little bit of bartering he won the port boss over, and began a days work at the docks.

Troy was a little over three months past his sixteenth birthday on that day at the docks, and he worked hard; for a further fourteen months he worked very hard. After that one lucky day the port boss continued to give him work; he worked slightly cheaper and slightly faster then the older dockers so he came to be a valuable employee for the boss. His paycheck slowly rising with his muscle and shifts... And when the radio began to fill with news of the coming war Troy began using some of his paychecks to buy supplies in case the war really did come. He began by packing the basemant of a small flat he had been sleeping in with the supplies; he had started renting the place as soon as he had been given the job at the docks, it wasn't the best place in the world to sleep but it was his home now, and it was as good protection as he would be able to get if the nukes did come... And they did, with very little warning.

As the warning sirens blared throughout the city Troy barricaded himself into his house before barricading his basemant, his father had died a few months before so he had no one he truly cared enough for to worry about, he lay in the basemant for what seemed an eternity, never giving up on scratching the days he had been under into the wall... The day finally came when he scratched the small line that indicated eight months, and he could take it no longer, he had to get out.

I'd like to reserve a spot, if I could. I'm about to go to work, so I'll edit this post later.

Ok thanks. I'll get a cs up today most likely.

Baister, your bio looks like your character has already been in the wasteland a few years, we are all people just emerging from our shelters 8 months afte the bombs.

The doc or jonas might have to cerrect me here But we are all just meant to be everyday people you've got a very I'm a hard nut soldier vibe going on which is not what we are looking for, everyday people wouldn't have access to military grade weapons like the SR-25 (or mk 11. Mod 0 if your playing bf3) or a glock 18 my character has a combat knife which most people can obtain and a Remington model 700 which is a publicly available rifle.

I'm not trying to bash you or anything just letting you know : )

Venix is absolutely right. This RP is about the ordinary Joe/Jane, not some hardened Wastelander. That's exactly what we DON'T want in this RP. We want the players to build their characters organically from an ordinary Joe/Jane hiding in some shelter for 8 months, to a hardened Wastelander able to take care of himself/herself, not have the end character be as the beginning character. Plus, you don't seem to have read the actual thread, or just quickly skimmed it. The simple mistake of it being in Oregon, rather than where it's actually at, Washington State.

And to add more, Baister, your description does lack where it shouldn't, and should be apparent where that is. There's nothing interesting or really engaging about your character, by the way you described him. Take more than five or ten minutes, and try to get some decent detail and depth to your character (look at other's Personality/Bio sections to see), there's no need to rush if all you're going to show us is something like you have. And there's going to still be places open for you if you do redo your character sheet, so don't rush. Detail and depth is after all, one of the rules for this RP, and it's much appreciated since it doesn't come off as a cheap, five minute made character who we don't care about.

Right now I say you're not accepted at all with that.

Just a question, do our characters start in Seattle?

this and are we all in the same shelter? or can we choose?/ you pick

Yes, you can start anywhere in Seattle as long as it makes sense. An old building basemant, a homemade fallout shelter, a school fallout shelter, doesn't matter as long as it makes sense and you've been hunkered down there for eight isolated months.


No, we're in individual shelters. Jonas did have an idea, that we all start in the same shelter, but we both agreed that it might lead to people doing what we don't want, which is making the ultimate survivalist type. We're taking path we did in The Warren, where everyone was a stranger to one another and joined together for this or that reason, and not because we were all in the same hole together.

Sp Strangelove, Venix or Jonas, can I post a CS?

Go for it, so long as you adhere to that which is said above by myself and the doc about ordinary people : )

Name: Andrew “The British Guy” Lancaster
Age: 29-30 (Birthday is in roughly 2 weeks)
Race: (British) Caucasian
Gender: male
Height: 6’1
Weight: 170lb

Hair Style: clean cut
Facial Hair: slight Five O’clock Shadow
Hair Color: Dark Ginger
Eye Color: Light blue
Skin Color: slightly pale.
Body Build: light build
Appearance: A British man, Andrew has a (Hertfordshire) British accent and will do/say things the “British” way apart from that he is of average height and weight so doesn’t stick out much. Andrew has one scar, a slash mark on his right cheek.

Clothes:

• A light Gray suit, it is slightly torn and ripped.
  
• Long sleeved white shirt with light gray tie
  
• Black elevator shoes
  
• A sliver watch, still works.
  
• A sliver wedding ring

Weapon(s):

Andrew currently has no weapons upon leaving his shelter he will find a Firefighter axe and later on some guns, mostly like a pistol or a shotgun based on what he finds.

Gear:

• A green paramedic satchel, found within shelter.
  
• Wallet, including money ($500) and picture of his wife (wedding day pic)
  
• A set of keys (including keys to a car, a house and a deposit box)
  
• Two bottles of Nuka-cola
  
• Pack of Cigarettes
  
• A Lighter, with the American flag on it
  
• Two stimpacks

Personality: Andrew is a bit of taciturn, he is cautious of everyone he meets, afraid they might be out to kill him… although once you have gotten to know him he will become a loyal friend and harder worker. Andrew is also constantly worried about England and his wife…. And will often mutter about both.

Bio: Andrew was born in England in the year 2048 to an upper middle class family in Hertford, Hertfordshire. His father was relatively high up engineer in the British branch of Robco; his mother was a teacher although retired shortly after Andrew younger sister Lucy was born.

Going to school Andrew decided to follow his father into engineering, receiving fair good grades, he and his brother Lewis (who was becoming a lawyer) went to Harvard University in American, were by accident he walked into his brothers classroom and met his future wife, Katherine.

They started going out and when they had finished university they both moved back to Britain and with two years were married. Buying a house in Hertford Andrew went to work at Robco whilst Katherine started work as a lawyer.

As things started to get bad in England in the early 2070’s, Andrew managed to get a transfer over to the Seattle branch of Robco and took it, and along with his brother and sister fled England. His parents however decided to stay… it was the last time they would hear or see them…

From 2075-2077 Andrew began to spend most of his parent’s fortune turning his step-parents garden into a nuclear shelter so his remaining family could survive the war and By October 1^st the shelter was finished and packed with enough supplies for 5 years…..

Andrew would not reach the shelter however as on October the 21^st he was involved in a car crash, knocking into a coma. Andrew was then taken to a nearby hospital, were two days later he was carried into the basemant by a police officer, hairdresser and a medic.

Awaking the next day, Andrew has spent the last eight months hiding in the basemant with policeman, medic and a hairdresser, passing the time though various way such as getting a haircut or leanring how to fire a gun. Yesterday the group ran out of food…… The medic & hairdresser committed suicide, whilst Andrew and Policeman have decided to leave the Basemant, gathering up everything useful they prepare to leave…

ooc: Katherine and the policeman may or may not appear later on….

Woo hoo hoo! This got off to a good start, and for those of you who are trying to understand the concept behind this RP, try and find The Warren. It was something I made a while ago, and both Doc and Venix were a big part of its success. That aside, I'll be getting my own sheet in ASAP. Just gotta think of a good one, wouldn't want to do Samuel Jessop an injustice now would I?

Character Sheet
Name: Matthew Green
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian, Australian
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft 5
Weight: 95kg

Hair Style: Longish, unkempt
Facial Hair: rough beard
Hair Color: Sandy Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Tanned
Body Build: Large and muscular
Appearance: He’s almost the stereotypical Australian. He has lived the surfer lifestyle and as a result is tanned, muscular and tall.

Clothes: Blue Wash jeans, workmans steel cap black boots, white vee neck tee, black leather jacket, aviator sunglasses (sunnies)
Weapon(s): Pocket knife and sledge hammer.
Gear: Backpack including, Canteen of water, dried noodles, instamash, dried meat, sleeping bag, antiseptic, bandages, rad-x and an empty jar of vegemite.

Personality: Matt is a laid back typical Australian. He doesn’t like to worry about much unless he needs to. He’s always ready to lend a helping hand and loves to do the heavy lifting. He’s an incredibly hard worker and enjoys pushing himself to his limits. Matt is not scared of many things and tries his best to keep his feelings to himself.

Bio: Born in Australia, Matthew lived an easy life. Travelling up and down the east coast (of Australia) he made a living surfing in competitions and working part time as a tradesman. After a nasty accident at work he was unable to surf professionally.

He needed money and fast, so he travelled to the US for work. The war between China and the US had created a demand for tradesmen. Due to his experience in the construction industry, Matt got a job laboring.

He worked on various sites throughout the US, including some work on vaults.

At the time of the Great War, Matt was working on a school. He was only one on site as he was closing up for the day when the air raid sirens sounded. Quickly hiding in the bomb shelter built in school, he was left isolated and alone for 8 solid months.

It nearly drove him mad. After deciding he didn’t care about the radiation anymore he ventured out to see if anyone else had survived.

Haven't been on a while, might be rusty, but the concept of The Warren was oh so tantialzing.

I'm kind of burnt out but a Warren Style RP definitely has my attention. I'll start working on a concept a little later today.

Name: Jonas Lattimore
Age: 20
Race: Irish-American/Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 133 lbs

Hair Style: Long, swept back over the head, somewhat Windblown
Facial Hair: Light Goatee
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: White, slightly browned
Body Build: Athletic, toned
Appearance: A cross between a Mid-westerner and a Floridian. Sharp features, hardened eyes, slightly gaunt.

Clothes: Blue Jeans, Work Boots, Long-sleeved shirt, light hoodie worn under >>, green military jacket with the Irish Flag on the left bicep as well as a St. Jude pendant on the left shoulder. Fingerless gloves, Gray/Black checkered Shemagh, Infra-red goggles.


Weapon(s):
-.22 Ruger M. 1974(?), 9 shot cylinder
-Hungarian Ak-47 Model AMD, 7.62x39 semi-automatic civilian issue.
-Old Kukri Machete, high-carbon steel, handle wrapped in cloth and leather.

Gear:
-Box of 500 .22LR Hollow Points
-3 boxes 7.62x39, 20 rounds in each box
-Whetstone
-3 bottles of water
-2 cans mixed veggies
-2 cans mixed fruit
-4 cans homemade beef stew
-Bottle of Vitamins
-2 Packs Marlboro Red 100's
-Zippo
-Emergency Medical kit, including staples, sterilized needles, and Med-X
-Bedroll
-Eagle Eye spyglass (3'' long, with a damn good visibility at over 100 yds
-Irish prayer beads with a Celtic cross hanging from it slightly, wrapped around the wrist.


Personality: Jonas will do whatever it takes to help someone, although if he finds he cannot help, then he simply moves on his own. As a people person, but also someone who has been very secluded and in solitude, he can easily make friends, as well as enemies. As a friend, Jonas will survive, fight, or even die if it means helping another. Very dry/dark/sarcastic humor, but has a knack for making light of a situation with a strange comment.


Bio: Jonas Lattimore grew up as a young man in the wilds of Washington. He lived with his grandparents, as both of his own parents died in a wreck with a drunk Nuka-Cola truck driver. When things began to get hairy all over the world, conflict with China, embargoes on oil, and all sorts of calamity, Jonas and his surrogate parents began to get worried. However, they never thought the idea of nuclear war would happen, nevertheless the small family gathered what supplies they could and mostly stuck close to home.

The house itself was made to withstand the harsh environments that Washington could throw at it, such as mudslides and tornadoes. It was fortunate the house was built with such strong foundation, as the day the Great War began and ended, it saved Jonas' life. His beloved grandparents, at Mass, were not so fortunate.

Can I play? Cool, I used to be part of an Oblivion RP for a few years, but that's a long time ago! I haven't RPed in ages and I'm looking forward to this one! I love the idea of people who are just now emerging, only 8 months after the disaster. How will this change them? How will they react? Here's my CS.


Character Sheet
Name: Lea Brunner
Age: 38
Race: Human/Caucasian/German
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 170 lbs.

Hair Style: Cropped, short and spikey
Facial Hair: none
Hair Color: dark blond
Eye Color: blue
Skin Color: pale, but healthy
Body Build: curvy, exercise wasn’t on her list of priorities. However, if she was slightly overweight before the bombs fell, during the 8 months in the shelter, she shed quite a few pounds.

Appearance: Lea wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, yet she has a certain quality that draws people to her. Her sparkling blue eyes seem to always shimmer with laughter, even when the world despairs around her. She is a naturally born leader, teacher, and confidant. She carries herself with dignity and always stands tall. Her clothing is usually practical and even before the bombs fell, she wore little to no make-up.

Clothes: Blue Jeans, a dark blue T-shirt, grey cotton sweater, a light brown rugged suede jacket, sturdy black suede boots.

Weapon(s):
Baseball bat
Pepper spray
Taser

Gear:
2 water bottles
Small first aid kit
5 packs of Beef Jerky
5 cans of Pork and Beans
5 cans of Peaches
2 cans of Pineapples
1 change of clothes
1 sleeping bag
1 Rain Coat
1 Lighter
1 pack of Camel Cigarettes


Personality: Lea is a very positive person and gets along very well with others. Some may call her na?ve, because she will always believe in the good nature of others, until proven otherwise. However, life had taught her not to take everything at face value, but to dig deeper before forming an opinion. The growing unrest in the world, which ultimately let her to seek shelter below the Washington University, taught her to be weary of strangers, so she lost a bit of her “blue-eyed self” during the past 8 months. On the other hand, being cooped up with others for such a long time, she learned to be much more patient and to smile when she feels like screaming. Lea is a great listener and will put the problems of others before her own. She has a big heart and lots of love to give to stray animals and lost children.

Bio: Lea came to the United States to fulfill her dream of teaching at one of the great universities and to live in the glorious land of opportunities. She had always harbored a love for the US and knew that one day she would move to that great place. After teaching for several years at the University of Tübingen, she finally received the letter she was waiting for, an offer to teach German as well as Creative Writing at the University of Washington State. This was 8 years ago and she had enjoyed every minute of it.

There was nobody who would miss her back in Germany. She was an only child and her parents both died when she was 29 years old, which was the inciting incident for her to finally send off the letters to the American Universities. In a sense, she was glad that her parents were spared the devastating effects of the war.

Once it became clear that there might be a nuclear conflict between the US and China, the Dean of the University ordered the basemants to be remodeled, in order to sustain the faculty and student base for an undetermined amount of months. The whole area beneath the University had been changed to serve as a fallout shelter. Here, Lea spent the last 8 months.

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Wow, this would perfect for my Brandy character.

Jonas, I think we should keep to simpler weapons to start off for awhile, instead of high end/military weapons. It'll give people the wrong impression, if most of us are walking around with simpler hunting rifles, pistols, etc., and then there's someone with a military grade weapon but probably isn't military. (As we discussed, the highest we want to go in the weapon experience, is your average cop, not military.)

Name:Nick Sanders

Age:23


Race:Caucasian

Gender:Male

Height: 6'2

Weight: 172

Hair Style:"Bed Head"

Facial Hair:Rough Beard

Hair Color:Black

Eye Color:Hazel

Skin Color:Slightly Tan

Body Build: Average

Appearance:http://cloud.steampowered.com/ugc/524905577086306501/D85294C51519F73CA598D8565CC5184EB44504B9/ Link


Clothes: White T-Shirt, Green Cargo Pants

Weapon(s): Baseball Bat, 22. pistol, Switchblade

Gear: Duffle Bag
50 22. rounds
4 rolls of Duct Tape
2 Stimpacks
Lots of suppiles for building small stuff.
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Personality: Crafty, Pessimist, Impulsive, Hides his fear, Intelligent, Tough
Bio: Nick was a unlucky kid from the start. His family, abusive, drunks and even worse drug addicts. Nick never gave into the peer pressure, always focusing on other things. But he never really got out of his bad mood. He went to school a pissed off kid, every day. He was punched, threw into lockers, and pushed to suicide multiple times. Once he hit High School, he pushed back. By jumping the bullies one by one. The first one was the weakest link. Simple and easy to beat. That kid had kept a switchblade on him, a mistake. The kid's face was cut many times. Leaving it unrecognizable, but leaving him alive. Nick used that switchblade on the rest of them. Except for one. The leader of the bullies. The kid was tough, tough enough to shrug off Nick's attack like it was nothing. Nick was then stabbed three times in the stomach, surviving, but nearly dieing. When he came out of the hospital, he got revenge on the kid. Not through violence but by putting him in Prison for attempted murder. This made him realize he could ruin peoples life without lifting a finger. But he never really used it. Instead he preferred physical violence when somebody messed with him. After graduating college, he became a sort of survivalist. He worked a job that earned him enough to support his lifestyle. He brought a bunker and stacked it up with food and water. Nick improved his skills at building stuff over the years and has built many things to help him during daily life. Of course he still regrets bunkering down alone and has become extremely pessimistic.