Well you can basically do anything really, but if you are talking about groups and relationships considering you are in no factions you have no enemies and Rebel's will like you but Chronicles will not care about you unless you join them so does that help a bit.

To Stream that is not even close there will be battles but that is not the point something might happen between the two groups. But there are also the Neatrual's

Ah I like that. Reserving a spot.

yes it does help but i also meant like if a character does something big that also affects my character too, and can characters interact with other people who are also roleplay in here?

Oh I see what you mean yeah characters can do something yeah you can interact with anyone if that is what you mean.
And yes characters can do things that will afect you but then you can do things that will affect them.

well most of my questions have been answered so lets save the replies for the actual story before we hit 200

Name: Tucker Meris

Age: 28

Race/Gender: Caucasian, Male

Faction/Side: Independent

Appearance: 6'2" tall, blue eye, his left one is missing. Constantly shaved black hair. Decent build, nothing extraordinary.

Primary Skills(6): Small Guns, Speech, Explosives, Sneak, Unarmed, Medicine

Weapon(s): Combat Knife, FN Five Seven, Jammed Mac-11, 3 Flashbang grenades

Armor/Clothing: Dark blue hooded jacket, slightly lighter jeans, black hiking boots, black tactical vest. has used a balaclava but think they are cliche

Medical Items: 2x Med Ex

Misc Items/Food & Drink: Several cram and purified water. 15 caps.

Personality: Tucker is charismatic and anolytical, preferring negotiations over violence. When the need for violence does arise, he prefers a pacifist path using his unarmed skills, or getting the drop on his enemy through sneaking. Hates direct fire.

Bio: Tucker was originally a settler in Philadelphia, during its reestablishment phase. After Old Town faction took over, he fled towards New York. Immediately establishing familiarity with the metro station, he's become an expert on sneaking and disappearing. His pacifism arose from seeing the violent acts of the Old Town faction. He was seperated from his family during the frenzy, but has heard much about his sister and two brothers, sure they are out there somewhere.

We only need one more person to join then we will be able to start!!!
Just so every one know the maximum players is not 10 thats the minimum

Should I join... Or should I not...

Choices, choices, so let's make one!

Join!!! Please we only need one more person so please please please please PLEASE !!!!!!!! Join

i sawed that your choose your adventure story got locked.
P.S. if it sound like i was being a jerk i wasn't.

Yeah I know people were just making it stupid it was a bad idea but this will be a good idea.

IF 1 more person joins that is...

I am sure someone else will join I am just sure of it.!

Ehh... I'm part of two other RP's... One more never hurt did it?

Name: Andy Truman

Age: 23

Race/Gender: Cacuasian, Male

Faction/Side: Rebels

Appearance: 5'7, deep brown eyes, long blacky brown hair, has a 'sneaky' look about him.

Primary Skills(6): Sneak, Small Guns, Lockpick, Melee Weapons.

Weapon(s): Small knife that is concealable, http://firearmslawyer.net/blog/media/users/firearms2/Barrett_50_cal_sniper_rifle.jpg-Decent Condition

Armor/Clothing: http://www.shepherdtactical.com/images/raine/2008714161134.jpg http://jamminwithjay.com/images/080612_alaska/Mex014Medium.jpg

Medical Items: 6 Stimpacks hidden around body and in clothes.

Misc Items/Food & Drink: 4 Bottles of Purified Water

Personality: Andy isn't your normal man, he likes to see people die, but within his group of friends he likes to be nice and is generally really friendly.

Bio: Andy doesn't know much about his Past, he forgets everything before the age of 19, from that point onwards he just remembers waking up in a shack, which had a few weapons and some old Military Clothing. He grabbed as much as he could and set out to get somewhere, somewhere along the line not long afterwards, the Rebels found him milling along and they decided to help him, not long after they found out he was very good at long range sniping.

He now helps from the back lines, which doesn't happen very often for him, but he's always ready to give a hand.

Woo!

1010101010!!!!!!

OOC: YES WE HAVE ENOUGH *Gets up from couch and does happy dance and cries a little*

Joshawa awoke from his house inside of Little Italy, he smelt a brahmin steak cooking Oh that smell's good I love Brahmin. Joshawa got up from his bed and did his morning stretches he got his clothes on and walked downstairs.
"Good morning Josh" said his dad.
"Same to you Dad" replied Josh as he sat down at the table.
His mom brought the plate of brahmin steak and put in on the table, Josh imediatley started to chow down on his steak.
"Hey mom this is way better then Dad's steak" Joked Josh.
"Hey you said you loved my steak" chuckled his Dad.

The family finished up there meal and Josh went out to the sniper tower. He grabbed a sniper rifle from the guards room and climed the tower and watched for any enimies.

OOC: Sorry for this, but I can only post in First Person cause that's what I'm like... Oh and I don't know if I'll be able to finish my post in time.

IC:

I woke slowly, opening my eyes I looked out of the small window, the sun was barely starting to shine through the cracked glass. I smile a little, up bright and early again, I moved over to the end of my cot and quickly slipped my Assault Pants on, then bent down to lift up my Assault Vest. I made sure my long-sleeved shirt was on properly, then quickly started strapping on the Vest, making sure that the vest was secured tightly over my chest. I took a quick breath and looked out the window again.

After a second I quickly looked back down and picked up my rifle, I smiled a little at the way most people looked at it, it was a good weapon. I quickly strapped it onto my back, then got my knife and slipped it up my sleeve, I yawned then walked out of the door.

Alan walked into a bar in the Chinatown District looking for possible targets to kill and booze to drink.
"hey! Where you from, fancy pants" the bartender said.

"oh, you know, all over" Alan said to him. "I'm an assassin for hire"
The moment he said that people in the bar drew their guns.
"hey, hey, I'm not after any of you guys, heh, heh?" Alan said nervelessly
"well, if you try anything, we'll end you, now you want a drink?"
"um, yeah sure, how about some Vodka?"
"here you go, that's fifty caps, don't like it?, go swim in Central Park"
Alan paid the man, at this rate he'll need a mark or he'll be broke.

Not to mention sober.

((OOC: Can I join?))

Amy walked around in Chinatown looking for the nearest inn, they would be there... Her dress was still clean, even though it was white. She noticed a sign saying "Inn", she walked over.
Amy opened the door and noticed many people dressed in dirty clothes. It was a small Inn so it was pretty crowded, it smelled bad and looked murky. The bartender nodded politely to her, "Evenin ma'am. Your lookin mighty fine this evening."
Amy smiled and replied, "Thank you! Well I'm not wanting a drink, I would like to join the Chronicles, is the leader here?"
The barman pointed towards a table in the corner and said, "Over there, I hope you know what your getting into." Amy walked over to the table with the three men sitting and spoke, "My name is Amy Holden and I would like to join the Chronicles."
One of the men answered, "Why?" Amy practiced her speech for hours before, so she was ready, "I want to join because I love the ruins in the city, it's great to explore, to tackle and to live on. I don't want these Rebels to ruin the ruins. I can use my looks and speech against the Rebels and I'm ready to kill who you command." She flicked her switchblade out and showed her gun.
Amy waited, "So... What do you need me to do?"

Malcome watched a battle in Union Square and watched the slaughter.
He than slipped away and headed to Chinatown and headed into a bar.
A couple of drunks walked over to him and demanded money, Malcome put the man in a choke hold and showed his hidden blade.
The drunks backed off after he let him go.
"Damn Im going to kill someone of these guys if I dont find a mission soon.

William put down his shot of Whiskey, and placed his cigarette in the ash tray slot. He let out a breath of uncontaminated air, and messed with the volume on his Entertainment Holodisk.

'This music gets old' he thought to himself.

He grabbed his drink and cigarette again, he tapped his cigarette against the glass to the beat of the music. He drank his shot, and svcked in what was left of his cigarette. He shoved it in the ash tray, and walked out the door to the streets of SoHo. He coughed when stepped out, shook his head and kept walking.

His portable radio started to shake, and a mumble came from the other side. William pulled it from his belt and spoke into it.

"What now?"

"They're putting you on Guard Duty. Something happened to Jim's kid when he was playing, he had to leave early."

"Is it serious?"

"Nah, nothing really important. But be at 6th Precinct. You know how it works from there, see you soon."

William grunted as he put his radio away.

OOC: YES PLEASE JOIN
OOc: Yeah That is okay the first person thing


Joshawa looked out into the distance and saw a group of people walking together they were heavily armed, Josh lifted the sniper rifle and observed them. They started to walk towards Little Italy, Josh put his finger on the trigger and the scope against his eyes he heald his breath and focussed on the man infront of the others. They got near the gate and pounded on it.
"Hey you guys what brings you here" said Josh lowering his rifle.
"We have came here for a place to sleep and eat we are willing to pay lots of caps" said the man infront.
"Well I am going to need your names first" said Josh.
"Oh well I am Bob this is Billy and that guy over there is Bart" said Bob.
"Fine but we will need to consficate your weapons during your stay here" said Josh.

Bob turned to Billy and whispered "We will get that one first our boss will be happy with a fighter like that he will be the perfect slave".
"How much caps ya think we will get fer' em" whispered Billy.
"Alot" replied Bob.

Joshawa came down to the gate and pressed the button on the wall beside it the gate lowered into the ground and the group entered.
"Alright the inn is right there but it does not have the greatest food if you are looking for good food go to Gringey's buffet alright" said Josh.
"God bless you" said Bob.

Josh started to walk back to his post he saw something on the ground it was a flyer that said "Come to the Madison Square Garden Arena the fights are real the deaths are real and the payment's are huge if you survive that is" it also showed a map near the bottom on how to get there.

Lot's of caps hey, this could help my mom and dad out alot

Josh went to the guards building and went to the boss's office. "Hey Jamie I need I favor" said Josh.

"And what's that Josh" asked Jamie.
"Well I need to leave for a few day's I am going to go make alot of caps to support my family" said Josh.
"What who is gonna replace you well ya gone" said Jamie.
"Well Robbie has been doing good and he has guarded the inn long enough so him maybe" said Josh.
"Fine but you can only be gone a week max and so help me got if you die I will kill you" said Jamie.
"Thank you sir" said Josh.

Josh left the guard building and went to his house. He went up into his room and grabbed his backpack and put his knife and pistol and three boxes of ammo in the pack. He went down to the kitchen and took some cereal and stimpacks from the cuppard and put them into his backpack. He left a note for his parents and left.

OOC: I was wondering if I could join as well, I do happen to be a native.