Ok Guys I am making a new thread becuase the last one came to off topicy so lets try not to become to off topic okay guys thanks

Manhattan, New York the year is 2277 two hundred years after the bombs dropped but now that is all behind us that war is over that is the past now there are two sides in Manhattan the Rebel's and the Chronicles each with there own veiws of what to do with the city of Manhattan. The Rebel's are the good guy's who want to rebuild Manhattan into the place it used to be before the war and the Chronicles are the bad guys who want to keep Manhattan the way it is a old broken down ruin filled city. But there is also some people who do not care about anything that happens in Manhattan and they are on neither side's they will just do what they want. So which side will you choose?


RULES

* No God Modding
* No Killing Other Character's without permission
* No starting out with strong weapons and armor
* You may change sides at any time but you must have a reason
* You have to eat and drink to stay alive (You can go without out food and water for 3 and a half day's max)
* You can only start with a maximum 100 caps
* You can only collect caps from human enimies and and drawers or containers
* Romance is allowed but to a certain level
* You can join raiders, slavers etc.
* You can use weapon that exist in our world too
* No wipeing out whole towns or settlements by your self
* Depending on your skills you will be able to do things other's cannot ex. there is a locked door and no one can pick it if you have lock pick you can do this "[Lockpick] There got the door open"
* You may have a pet
* Other then these rules you can pretty mich do anything else

Districts & Neighbourhoods

* Hell's Kitchen, run by a slaver group
* Chinatown, base of the Manhatten Chronicles
* Broadway, a well guarder and secured place were the rich are
* Harlem, Raiders run wild here
* Little Italy, A very nice settlement is well guarded and baracaded many people live here
* Midtown, a dangerous place lots of enimes and creatures waiting to kill you here very dangerous (Sort of like D.C. In Fallout 3)
* SoHo, base to the Rebel's
* Greenwich Village, settlement
* East Village, West village Rival settlement
* West Village, East Village Rival settlement
* Central Park, A swampy area with irradiated water
* Madison Square Garden, an arena were you cn make caps
* Times Square, Dangerous
* Union Square, VERY DANGEROUS

Signup Sheet
Name:

Age:

Race/Gender:

Faction/Side:
Appearance:

Primary Skills(6):

Weapon(s):

Armor/Clothing:

Medical Items:

Misc Items/Food & Drink:

Personality:

Bio:

This was uneeded, but at any rate.

Name: Jonathan Dwight Winters

Age: 29

Race/Gender: Caucasian, Male

Faction/Side: Himself

Appearance: Jonathan skin is in sharp contrast to many of the inhabitants of the city, pale. His hair is brown and exceedingly well-kept. His eyes are a light shade of blue, he is tall for a human but still pales in comparison to many of the creatures stalking the ruined city.

Primary Skills(5): Medicine, Science, Repair, Small Guns, Explosives

Weapon(s): 10mm SMG, Combat Knife

Armor/Clothing: Jonathan wears a well-maintained scientist outfit, he cleans it obsessively and this keeps it in marginally good condition, of course one can hardly clean away a bullet hole! Jonathan has thus kept his coat unharmed by bullets and the like, but it is unlikely to remain that way.

Medical Items: Jonathan has a stockpile of 5 Stimpacks and 3 Med-x syringes.

Misc Items/Food & Drink: Jonathans current stockpile of food consists of 5 bottles of purified waters, 3 boxes of suger-bombs and two boxes of insta-mash.

Personality: Jonathan has been called insane, a megalomaniac of the darkest strain-he laughs at these words. He is not insane, merely..morally flexible. Everything is done for the greater good of mankind as a whole-and if that means he had to torture thousands of innocent creatures and humans, then so be it! In reality, Jonathan is quite insane. He has no morals to speak off and his "experiments"; often do more harm then good.

Bio: Jonathan was born in the streets, his parents had no home, no place to live, they were wanders, scavengers taking what items they could and selling them. Such a profession is quite dangerous-and a pack of raiders caught up with his parents when Jonathan was but eighteen. They didn’t kill his parents right away-but tortured them for days on end, and of course, they made Jonathan watch the process. Just as his parents expired, the raiders turned on each other-Jonathan fled during the confusion and ended up in Midtown, Jonathan quickly fled into a nearby building-a library with a intact virtual database. Jonathan, having little to do but wait for death, sifted through the database.

What he found amazed him. Within hours, he had learned of things lost to memory, of miraculous feats of science and technology-he was captivated by this and he swore to himself that he would use his newfound knowledge to aid mankind, he lived in the Library for years-buying food and such off traders and scavengers, when he found himself unable to pay, he merely did the next logical thing, he hunted the Racroaches sealed in the sublevel of the library. He subsisted of this diet for many years, but he left the library eventfully as he had finished sifting through it’s database. As a result of his studies, Jonathan is an expert in the field of science and skills related to it-and as a result of his struggles to survive, he is skilled with many forms of small arms as well.

After a few days of wondering, Jonathan found the perfect place to carry out his experiments-a building in Midtown known as "The Charles Darwin Research Hospital". Jonathan quickly moved into the building-only to find a gang of raiders had beaten him it. He snuck around the building, seeking a way to remove the raider-and soon he found it, he reactivated the Turrets that were scattered through the buildings-the raiders were massacred by the unexpected attack and..Jonathan moved into the building. However, due to a run in with a unknown form of gas-he was rendered quite insane.

Currently, Jonathan is stilled holed up in the Research Hospitable, carrying out his wicked experiments. The Research Hospitals defenses consist of a few turrets and one reactivated Protectron.

OOC: I guess my character could meet yours Byzantine

Richard walked deeper into the museum, his steps echoing throughout the facility. He tried to walk through a large hall, but the stairs were blocked by the fallen life-size model of a Blue Whale. Richard thought, "I wonder what the whales look like now, this thing is huge." After detouring through the Hall of African Mammals and fighting several more Raiders, Richard finally made it to the Hayden Planetarium. The glass walls and ceiling were gone, but the giant white ball where the IMAX shows were held was still mostly intact.

Richard entered the exhibit hall on the right and looked around while thinking, "This museum really is something." Richard then saw a meteorite in a glass case and said, "Oh, there you are.", before breaking the glass and taking it for himself. Suddenly, Raiders showed up and had Richard at gunpoint. Richard said, "[censored], I'm screwed.", and prepared to die, when gunshots rang out and the Raiders were cut down. The guys holding the guns were the same men from before. The one-eyed man said, "I guess I was right about you kid, here's your caps, I'm Craig and welcome to the Guild." Richard said, "The what?"

Craig said, "We basically go around exploring ruins and finding artifacts. Some we sell, others we keep for ourselves Just like you, we're freelance and stay neutral. So, are you in?" Richard said, "For caps and exploration, sure." Craig then said, "Our main HQ is inside the Met, and we have garrisons everywhere, so show up there for briefings." Richard said, "Got it, see you when I get there." He then left the planetarium through a side exit and walked down into the 81st Street station.

3 hours later...

As Richard walked down the subway tunnel, he heard insane ranting and turned to see what looked like a scientist walking through the subway. Richard said, "Who goes there?", and hoped this man wasn't some psychotic Mengele-wannabe.

Jonathan whirled about-leveling his somewhat scarred SMG at the unknown being. This being had dared to interrupt his thoughts! Of course, Jonathan was not aware of the fact that he was broadcasting his thoughts to the entire Metro-and even if he did know, well he was not likely to care. Jonathan despite his insanity still recognized an opportunity when he saw it! The man before him did not appear to be a raider or another vagabond of the ilk that attacked Jonathan on his "expeditions". Jonathan deigned to introduce himself the being. "I happen to be known as Jonathan, or as my subjects know me-"that bastard in a white coat." Of course, they usually don't have time to form a coherent sentence but that's besides the point don't you think? I do."

Jonathan took a moment to observe the human before him, Jonathan smiled to himself, perhaps this one would have some use beyond that of a simple subject-he needed connections to the outside world after all.

Richard looked at Johnathan and said, "I'm Richard, and I'm an urban explorer. So what exactly do you do in these ruins? You look like you need something." Richard thought that Johnathan was a little unhinged, but he also knew blowing off a crazy person wouldn't end well.

Nice one.

Signup Sheet
Name:Alfonse Jacobs

Age: 19

Race/Gender: Caucasin, Male

Faction/Side: N/A for the time being

Appearance: 6'3, not muscular, but not fat. Dark green eyes and short unstyled black hair.

Primary Skills(6): Small guns, Science, Repair, Sneak, Lockpick, and Unarmed.

Weapon(s): A .44 magnum and a arm from a power armour suit that he usues for powerful punches.

Armor/Clothing: A tan trench coat, leather pants with about 5 pockets per leg. A backpack, and A leather jacket with a holster right under his shoulder. He also wears dark sunglasses to keep the piercing light of the blazing wastleand sun out of his eyes.

Medical Items: A single remaining stimpack.

Misc Items/Food & Drink: A quater of a bottle of irradiated water.

Personality: He is quite and is quick to think. He has pessimistic tendancies and will gladly join forces with anyone willing to help him.

Bio: He was born into the slaver life style. At the age of 5 he killed his father after watching him brutaly murder a trader. Using the traders supplies he made his journey from florida north to Manhatten following the rumors of the last large remnants of civilization. In a sense... they were right. When he arrived he looked in horror at the massive amounts of slavers and raiders. The gray buildings that scraqed the sky covered the city in a shadow. Hiding in a monorail train for a week from the groups of slavers roaming about the area, he ran from his rats hole and took base in one of the 'small' skyscraqers and began finding men and women who needed help and began building a small force over the course of the next several years.

At the age of 19 while on a recon mission his base collapsed killing all members of his militia. Now with nothing but a stimpack, 30 rounds for his .44 and a quater of a bottle of irradiated water, me must find a new alliance, before the slavers find him.

Amy liked these two men, she didn't really know why though.
"Well I'm not really an assassin Josh... Well I dunno I'm not interested being known as an assassin."
She started to drink her vodka, it tasted pretty bad, she scrunched her face up, "Ugh this is awful! Bartender!" The bartender looked at her.
"I would like a beer please."
The Bartender replied, "No, your a Chronicle and a [censored], I don't serve them. I warned you not to get mixed up with these people!"
Amy's face grew darker and darker, she kept her voice low and snarled, "If you don't give me a beer, then you burn to death in your own bar." She then brightened her voice, "Now how about you get me that beer? For free."
The barman was hands were shaking as he went to fill the glass up, then handed her a beer.

Amy looked at Josh and the other man and said, "Sorry about that... So what are you going to do later?"

OOC: By the way at the part when she says what are you doing later. I wasn't making her hit on you, I was just wondering =P

As the door to the bar opened, the chants were still in the air lingering wanting more to thrive on. Justin walked in, dust, sand, and blood covered his leather armor he sat down at the bar near a group of men and a woman and ordered some water. "Make it quick too, I'm starting to get all hazy." As the bartender pulled out an icebox and a fresh, cool purified water Justin looked down to examine his injuries which included several cuts from the shrapnel grazing him, a bullet looking type of wound which seemed to be darkening the leather armor, and a nasty looking gash that tore up the right arm side of his armor.

Justin wearily pulled out the bottle caps to pay the man while feeling all to dizzy to even be sitting. "Where's the complimentary doctor at?" "Sorry pal, your fresh out of luck, there is none." The bartender proceeded to laugh as Justin felt his strength drain as he tried to open the bottle of water, an idea to remember his stimpaks and use them seemed way out of question as his vision started to blur, his reflexes slowing down. "Someone..."

"Well, not really an assassin, than why'd you kill him?" Alan said.
He ordered another Vodka, she might not have liked them, but Alan sure did.
"I still need to find the Swordsman..."

Malcome was troubled.
He knew he was follewed but by who.
He wished whoever it was would just come out in the open and face him.
He could then end the mystery.

Alan left the bar, continuing to hunt the mystery man.
and, at last, the mystery ended.
HE WAS WALKING RIGHT PAST THE BAR!
It matched the description, Chinese stealth suit(bear with me!) Katana.
Alan did a running start, he lunged and....
My character does something you counter it, and leave me and opening to do something to you.

Malcome countered his attacker by knocking him down with a kick to the ribs.
Malcome asked for his attackers name.

"My name is SHUT UP AND DIE" Alan said.
He threw a couple punches that were able to hit him.

Malcome pulled out his Katana and waited to strike down his foe.

OOC: Hold up on this I have to shower real quick

Josh answered Amy "I am going to go back to Little Italy and give the caps to my parents and get my dog" said Josh.
He ordered some whiskey completley forgetting he had some in his backpack.
"So were do you join the Chronicles" asked Josh.
Josh saw Alan attack the man, What the hell is going on

After Josh asked Amy how to join the Chronicles, she heard Alan fighting. Josh noticed too and Amy rushed outside to see what was going on.
Alan was fighting a man in a Chinese Stealth suit. The man was about to finish Alan off with a katana, so Amy ran to the katana man and tackled him to the ground. She shouted to Josh, "Hold Alan back!" Amy kept a tight hold of the attacker and asked, "What the hell! Why are you both fighting?"

" He attacked me and i was defending my self" Malcome said

Name:bloodletter

Age:26

Race/gender:cauasian/male

faction/side:Rebels

Apperance:6"3 clean cut green eyes tan rough skin

Primary skills:small guns, unarmed, speech, mele weapons, lockpick.

Weapons: two 9MM pistols one P50 and a knife

Armor/clothing:overcoat, shades, worn bulletproof vest, bandana.

Medical items: 6 stimpacks, 3 bloodpacks, 2 medxs.

Misc/food drink:Sub & dirty water.

Personality: witty kind but serouis at the most dos not take crap.

Bio: bloodletter was found by his dead parents and was taken in by the rebels they did know his name so one of the members called him bloodletter (BL for shourt) he was trained into fighting and knows the ways of the gun and marteil arts ever seance he has been a loyal member of the rebels.

Al' ran his hand through his hair and lowered his scoped .44 . He holstered his weapon under his armpit and put his glasses back on. "Those people down their are mad..." sighed Al', "Well mabey they would be good people to join up with at least."

The sound of soft talking and guns being loaded and cocked was close and steadly geting louder. It sounded like there were several men coming up the parking garage ramp behind him. Taking cover behind a car he counted to 10. 1.. 2.. 3.. "Where is he?" 4.. "I think hes over there!" 5.. 6.. "Gimmie that." 7.. 8.. The sound of a rocket being loaded is heard. 9.. "Fire!" screamed a raider. "SH*T!" yelled alfonse jumping from his hiding spot and sprinting t'words the end of the 3rd story parking garage roof. The explosion sent him off the 3rd story and through a window into the neighboring building on the 2nd floor. Slamming into the ground he looked up at the 3rd story he saw a man come and look for him. His left arm was possible broken and his back hurt like hell, but now wasnt the time to dwell on minor things. Unhostering his .44 he fired 3 rounds at a raider tearing the mans head apart and sending his limp body tumbling off the edge. Standing up slowly he staggered t'words the area he saw the group of people outside the bar hoping for some assistace, should the raiders choose to attack again. Taking his last stimpack his jabbed in in the arm and it instantly numed and felt better. "God bless morphine."

Jonathan took a moment to reflect on his astounding luck. "Yes yes, I am in need of assistance, you see I am looking for new ah, subjects for my experiments?Don't give me that look! Namely, I want raiders-alive and well. Buuuuut, if you can capture a Mirelurk or some such for me, I will see to it that you are paid. Quite well."

Joshawa held Alan back "Hey hey hey guys calm it down" said Josh.
He held Alan back with all his might.

OOC: Everyone who has signed up you do not need to again

The door in a nearby building of the bar brawl fell off its hinges and a fairly tall figure stagers through it. "Damnit...." sighs Al' as he turns and faces the group of people.

He casualy begins to walk t'words them, hoping they don't really notice him much.

A man walked out of the bar and pointed his gun at Amy "Hey you Chronicle scum I over heard your conversation you killed are commander now I am going to kill you".

Josh let go of Alan and took out his Glock and pointed it at the Rebel, "Put the gun down if you want to survive" said Josh.

A man aproached the group not noticed by anyone.

While the guns were pointed a group of Chronicles walked by and saw the stand off they pulled out there rifles and pointed it at the Rebel. The Rebel then pressed a button on his watch and a group of three came out of no were guns all pointed at the other group.

Oh [censored]