Character Sheet
Name: Wale Johnson (pronounced Walae)
Age: 34
Race: AFrican-AMerican
Description: Scrawny, small, 5'6", scruffy small afro, medium beard
Equipment: Enclave Officer Uniform (got it from a dead enclave officer), Gold rimmed Aviators w/ black shades, Chinese Assault Rifle w/ 86 rounds, combat knife
Bio: Born in a small town of 13 people Wale lived a very pleasant life with his mother, two sisters and grandmother. Upon the raider attack that happened when he was 16, he ran away with one of his sisters, and grandmother. They soon joined a faction who were determined to create a safer, more secure wasteland to anyone who joined them. Throughout the years Wale rose through the ranks in the faction, now he is the commander of it.

Faction Sheet
Faction Name: People's Organization for Safety and Security (POSS)
Troop Numbers: 37
Troop Equipment: Mainly small arms like assault rifles, or handguns. 1 has a mini gun, one other has a missile launcher
Civilian numbers: 123
Home Base: Department of Energy (In DC ruins)
Economy: Some minor energy resources (i.e. energy stuff since they;re in the DOE), Brahmin farming, trading
Faction Bio: All of the men in the factions are required to provide security for the 78 women and the 45 children. Factions also consists of 8 dogs, and of the 160, 14 are ghouls from Pre-war era. All children must carry either 10mm or bb guns.

"[censored]! move forward! move forward!" the squad sprinted to the tents, avoiding as much firse as possible. One winder took a shot to the head, another in his hand, Ermine was hit in his left leg. He fell down to his knees but didn't stop, he was still ahead of the group and only a foot or two away from the two soldiers with plasma rifles. "grab that one, he's still alive! We need to run more tests!" it was the scientist in the tent, Ermine, still rithing in pain screamed, "Go to hell!" He crawled onto the back of one of the Enclave, grabbing his arm and forcing him to take down the scientist and the soldier next to him. From behind, they werebombarded wtih heated plasma rounds, narrowly missing the remaining men. Ermin forced the soldier he was still on top of to stand up and turn around, using him like a meat sheild. No one shot at Ermine, he took this to his advantage and charged the soldiers, they then tried to shoot at Ermine. The rest of the group, seeing the soldiers were distracted quickly took out the soldiers and went into the tent.

Ermine, still limping, opened the container, people pouring out, crying mothers with their children and old and brittle men alike were in it. He stopped one woman, "Isa girl named Christine with you?" The woman thought hard for a second, "she was with us, she still should be."

One of the winders picked the scientist up by the throat, "What are you all doing here?" he broke the glass on the scientists suit on the ground, cutting his face. "Okay, I'll tell you! Just please, please don't hurt me!" he threw thescientist on the ground, "I'll tell you everything...

Character Sheet
Name: Marco Petrelli

six: Male

Age: 47

Race: Italian-American

Eye color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: Mostly bald, patches of hazel here and there

Body Type: Morbidly obese

Armor: A reinforced vest that is mostly bullet-proof. However, thanks to the technology of the world stunting after the bombs dropped, it is still made out of lead, constantly rubbing into his skin.

Weapons: A sawed-off shotgun and .44 revolver

Bio: Petrelli used to own a local gang in a small settlement just south of Megaton. However, as he began to age, and the lead he constantly had strapped to his chest began to slowly turn him to madness, he began to want to go out and explore the world for himself, and see how he could spread his outfit among DC. The problem with this being, sadly, that he was too obese to walk, anywhere. He solved this hitch in his plan by "hiring" (kidnapping if you're stingy) the settlement's local engineer, Buzzard, forcing him to come up with some means of locomotion. Buzzard, fearful for his life, took apart a Sentry Bot and engineered its tripod-legs as a podium for Petrelli to sit upon, controlling it with an old, Pre-War joystick that he had connected to its matrix. Armed with the ability to walk again and slight insanity, he makes his way out upon the Wasteland to make his name known.



Faction Sheet
Faction Name: The Petrelli Parish

Troop Numbers: Twelve hardened gang members

Troop Equipment: Reinforced vests, Pre-War suits, shades, and shady hats, AK-47s, .32 Magnums, and switchblades.

Civilian numbers: Just one: Buzzard, forced to accompany the gang in case Petrelli's Sentry Chair breaks down.

Home Base: They usually just migrate around, but if things get really bad they might just run back to their original settlement, Steelchops.

Economy: Petrelli's gang currently only carries essential food and supplies with them, doing little scavenging except for Buzzard who they always force to look for scrap metal and ammo. Steelchops, however, is on most of the trade caravan routes, so has an adequate supply of clothing, food, and medicine.

Faction Bio: Petrelli was the son of the mayor of Steelchops, who was a very fine leader that garnered respect and praise. However, Marco was not interested in normal politics. There were stories passed fown for generations about his great-great-great grandfather, Vincent, a mob boss who had set up a vast black market empire. There were even rumors that he had supplied Chinese troops with weaponry and ammo, all under the table of course. Entranced by these stories, Marco took over after his father passed away. Uninterested in the minutiae of the townspeople's daily lives, he instead used his power to attract similarly corrupt people and form a strong, tight-knit family that quickly put a lockdown on the entire town. And now, now Petrelli's Parish is going worldwide.

"Hello this good ol' sweet ol' Carl! watcha be needin my friend!" Carl's accent made him almost inaudible, "Boy! you lil' drunk there! quit [censored]in at the winders! you werejust yellin at the new gy! damn right yea yea! and quit leanin in my girl martha! she aint likin your type! dam right mutha!" Carl looked back at the radio in his truck, a static voice came through...

OOC: Lone Mane and Nevrmore, you're approved.

Enclave Genetic Non-compliance Detainment Camp, North of Bleak Rock

"The people here are here for genetic testing." The scientist explained his words almost blurring together he was talking so fast. "The ambient radiation has seriously compromised the genetic integrity of the majority of the Homo Sapiens genus. They need to be purged!!"

A young girl of no older than twelve was one of the last to step out of the containers. She had serious grey eyes and dirty blonde hair and was looking to the skies to the north. Three black shadows were quickly approaching, like vultures attracted to carrion.

Vasili paused, wondering what this man was saying, Falcar, Timmy, and the others also had blank looks on their faces.
" I do not .... understand. "

Vasili sat in silence wondering what this man was saying.

( OOC: I don't think he's here anymore, Echo Company was in the area last time i checked, respond if you like. )

"PURGED?! Hold on, I need to get someone for you to talk to" the winder went to get Ermine. Ermine was walking up to three people surrounding a small girl, "Back off, I got her. Christine? we are going to take you to see your dad okay?" the little girl nodded, still scared, "now here, hop on my back and we'll be back with your dad alright?" she gulped and climbed onto Ermine's back. "Boss, come talk to this guy, he's some kind of 'genius' says we gotta be purged and crap" Ermine looked at him. "alright, grab him and drag him back to the truck, we'll see how Carl likes him" the winder nodded and went back to the tent. Ermine walked into the tent and saw two enclave soldiers tied up, he saw some fuel and a large generator. He pured the fuel out unside the tent and threw a bonesaw to the soldiers, "that rope is steel, that sawcouldn't cut it, but it CAN cut your legs, you'll have forty five seconds." He lit a match and lit the tent up, he walked away, Christine was covering her eyes.

When they returned Ermine saw that Carl was yelling at Dox. He walked up to Dox, "come one, i want to show you something" they walked to the scientist, Ermine took out his revolver, "You mister genius, what kind of gun am I holding?" The scientist was scared, "I dont know! The training doesnt teach us about such barbaric weaspons! Only energy based weapons!" Ermine paused, "I see, you went through all combat training correct?" he hesitated, "Yes, I simply intelectually exceled above the soldiers" Ermine glared at Dox. "Alright Christine, Carl and me are going to take you back to your dad" Christine smiled. They climbed onto Carl's truck, "Where we headed bossy boss?" Ermine looked at a map, "Arefu, get us there quick, dont stop for anything."

"I told you, you reached sweet ol' carl! what do you need?" Ermine grabbed the mouthpiece, "State your business, why are you on this channel?"

When they had reached Arefu the sun had risen back up. They walked into the doctor's medical room, Harper was lying on a stretcher, dying...

" I was browsing, looking for any interesting pvssyr. Who are you? "
By this time a few more people had come in, and a few women and children crowded around.

"Check its pockets."

Petrelli lounged back in his seat, the three legs of his mobile throne splaying outward with a loud gnash. He plucked the cigar from his mouth between two, sausage-like fingers and exhaled a plume of smoke contentedly.

"Check its pockets?"

Buzzard looked at Petrelli dubiously. All in all, he was the worse for wear of everyone in the group, his clothes ragged and dirty, greasy tendrils of hair poking out from under his cap.

"You heard me." Petrelli took another drag from the cigar.

"It doesn't HAVE pockets. It's a mole rat!" Buzzard protested, pointing to the dead carcass as if it had just appeared.

"Hey, no one backtalks Petrelli!" One of the nameless goons levelled his AK at Buzzard, who stiffened.

"Laurence, stand down." Petrelli ordered the (not-so-nameless) thug. The mafioso took a step back, lowering the weapon's muzzle to the ground. "Now, Buzzard..." Petrelli let the cigar hang on his mouth from the safety of his hamburger-esque hand, using it to tilt the steering stick of his locomotive seat forward. It rolled up to Buzzard with a high-pitched squeal. "You're the one who always complains about not having enough materials to work with, and we're taking time out of our busy schedule to let you hold us back to scavenge. Now, SCAVENGE." He poked Buzzard hard in the chest, though the mechanic wasn't hurt so much as felt as if someone had slapped Silly Putty over his pectoral.

"But-" He started.

"SCAVENGE!" Petrelli roared. Buzzard hung his head, cursing under his breath at the fact that he was brow-beaten by this psychopathic idiot again. He turned to the mole rat's corpse, its head having exploded from a particularly well-aimed shot by Chester. The engineer kneeled down and, having no idea how exactly to scavenge this thing, patted it down as if he was frisking it.

"There's nothing here, Marco. It's a [censored] mole rat." Buzzard complained.

"I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

Buzzard groaned.

"There's nothing here, Thordaddy." Old titles like "Godfather" tend to get lost in translation after a few centuries. "It's a [censored] MOLE RAT." He felt something plink against the back of his head, Marco having flicked the butt of his cigar at him.

"I see a little cubby you haven't searched through." He remarked.

"Wha-?" Buzzard looked back at the carcass, into the neckhole that Chester had been so kind to open up. "Oh come on, you can't be serious Marc-"

"What?!"

"...Thordaddy. There's nothing inside this thing except for viscera and blood!"

Marco didn't remark, but he did put his hand on his holstered .44. The click of the hammer being cocked down was clearly audible. Buzzard stared at him with hate in his eyes, before finally turning, rolling up his sleeves and, very reluctantly, sending a searching hand inside the headless corpse of the mole rat. He felt his entire body shiver and his stomach churn as his hands blindly grabbed at squishy, wet objects he did not want to picture. After making sure that he very thoorughly searched the body's chest cavity so as not to incur the wrath of the Thordaddy, he pulled his arms, matted red with blood, out, and tried to wipe them dry on the dirt.

"There was nothing in there." He remarked through grinding teeth.

"Hmph. Well, better luck next time, kid. Come on, stop wasting our time."

The Sentry Chair turned 180 degrees with a loud creak, and Petrelli began moving forward, his twelve men a few steps behind. Buzzard growled as he stood up, forced to follow in pursuit.

"I told you the first time! itd be Carl! you dumbsh*t! Big bossy boss will be back in a while! whadaya want?" Carl was spitting on the headset.

" Calm now, Carl. Be civil at the very least. "

"alright then, whatcha doin in our channel? damn right schmuknmash" Carl was still spitting.

" As i just said, surfing the channels, we are rather isolated up here. Looking for a bit of action. "

"Then go to bleak Rock and meat up with our camp! we're gonna hunt and barbeque some a them enclave varmits!"

"We have a very large group , i will need a semi-stable area to leave my civilians."

"keep em at bleak rock then, damn right! the battle wont benear them civies!"

"I will get moving then! I have a portable radio i will be bringing in one of my Brahmin Carts. It may take a while, i've got over 100 people to mobilize with equipment and supplies. I will try and be out ASAP. "

"Damnright! we got plenty men to take the sum[censored]es out now! yeeeeeeeeha!"

cant really post anything else with ermine till p bro posts harpers dialogue

All the people standing around heard they were going to be leaving, and rushed out to prepare, Falcar told the others of the news.
Brahmin were attached to carts loaded with supplies, small children sat in some carts, Men rushed back and forth shouting to each other, running into the barracks for weapons,
People running to fill water canisters, leaving everything ready for when they were to leave. The sun was going down, but they would go on a massive hunt in the morning, and then they would be off.


(OOC: It's bed time for me here, night all!)

When they got back to camp Dox had sobered up a bit, he wasnt in the mood to talk to these guys yet. "They talk like [censored]in pouges. I mean they say "thingy" grunts dont say thingy, accually we PRIDE ourselves on not saying thingy." Dox complained to Corpral Gagne. "Dude just get it together, you missed a good raid." Gagne protested. Dox shrugged "I really dont care that much, what happened to the good old days just blasting raiders or mutants? Anyway's im getting on the radio for a bit, see if we can establish contact with our boy Wale, you know the soul brother from east DC?" Gagne nodded his head, and headed to the baracks.
Dox got inside, and turned on the radio "Mother [censored] shows me a Pogue scientist and expects that proves his point. [censored] that man!" he said to himself, than picked up the mic. "This is Echo Charlie, call sign Lush, Calling for Wale Johnson of the POSS, call sign Darky." Dox laughed to himself a bit. "Do you copy? over"

Vasili sat by the radio the whole time, drinking and smoking, scanning the radio frequences.
Every last person but Timmy and Vasili had gone hunting, Timmy had whined and complained but was now watching the front gate.

After a few hours, everyone returned, laden with meat, they had also picked up some noodles and ammo.

Ready to go, they went around and locked all the doors, as they went down the path, Vasili closed the gate behind him, not sure of what would happen.
Not sure if they would return, if they would all die with these mysterious strangers.. He had decided to leave on a whim, hoping they could grow and find a better settlement, maybe find some valuable technology..

Vasili turned around, the settlement was already around the bend. Vasili ran after them, to the head of the group, walking alongside Falcar and Timmy.

The group walked with the troops surrounding the civilians, with about 7 Militia civilians scattered throught the group, and a few civilians with .32 caliber rifles and .32 pistols.
All of the wrest had melee weapons of some sort, and the children sat on the carts with loaded BB guns.

Hopefully they wouldn't encounter any trouble .. These people had put their faith and most importantly, their lives in Vasili's hands.. He could not let them down.

( OOC: Ok now i SERIOUSLY have to go to bed. )

Dox waited a little while till he heard someone pick up the mic "[censored] you honky! over." Dox laughed "Who's this?" the mic cracked. "Andre mother [censored]." Dox sighed "Alright tell my boy Wale, Echo Company is at north Bleek Rock, and there is money to be made." The radio went silent for a minuet, Dox replied again. "Dont check the maps, it's in bum [censored] nowhere, just give him the message." Andre picked up the mic again "Got it white devil, over and out." Dox hung up the mic grabbed his jacket and headed for the gym. Though he didnt join the attack today, dosent mean he shouldnt keep in good shape.

Enclave Genetic Non-compliance Detainment Camp, North of Bleak Rock

The enclave soldier looked at the saw then at the fuel. "[censored] that, I am not dying like some dog trying to rip off it's own leg. Go [censored] yourself I hope some of my friends catch up with you one day." A few seconds later the fuel ignited and the screams echoed out across the wastes.

"Daddy's still alive!?" Christine said excitedly, her gloom fading in a instant.

They entered the medical tent and Christine rushed to her fathers side, burying her face in Harpers chest. He winced in pain but didn't seem to mind. "I thought you were dead daddy." She murmured.

"Are you alright? Did anything happen?" Harper asks concerned.
"No, they just took some blood. What about you daddy? You were shot."

Harper didn't exactly know how to answer so he did so honestly.

"I'm dying sweetie, I'm just happy I got to see that you're okay."
"Nononono." She started sobbing.

Harper looks up to Ermine. "I can't thank you enough, they don't make men like you anymore." He chuckled a little.

"I'll always be with you Christine," Harper said his voice becoming weaker. "Everything I did was for you."

Andre ran through the hallways to deliver the message he had received for Wale. When he got to the office Wale was in, he barged on in.

"Sir, we just got word of som.." Wale interupted Andre in the middle of his sentence.

"What the [censored] have I told you about barging in on me?!?" demanded Wale.

"Uhm...not to enter your office without knocking sir?" asked Andre in a quiet voice.

"Damn right, now what is it you wanted to tell me about that seems to be all so important?"

"Well Dox sent a radio message saying that there was money to be made at Bleek Rock, where ever the [censored] that is"

Wale stared out the window into the depressing DC ruins, caught in a deep thought. He thought about all the misery and suffering that must've happened to people, and that would most certainly would happen in the future.

"Sir...sir?" Andre said in a whimpering type voice.

"Oh, uhm yes, radio back to Dox saying I will go there within the next day, and get 10 of our best soldiers ready. This may be a dangerous trip."

"Yes sir!" yelled Andre, and with that he ran down more halls.

Coming back sweaty as hell from his work out an hour later, Dox returned to his tent. "This is Andre to Lush come in Lush over." He smiled "Sorry I dont know an Andre, your going to have to be more specific. Over." The signal went blank for a minuet, probably Andre sayin "This is some bull[censored]" but eventually he played ball. "This is Darky to white devil, over" Dox cracked the [censored] up. "DARKYYYY MY MAN! How's the wife and kids?" Andre just shook his head "Boss say's he'll be round by tomarrow" Hearing this Dox's day got a little better, showed he didnt have to take Sh*t from people outside his Faction (Ermine.) "Sweet, that's music to my [censored]in ears. Tell him to bring vaseline, It's dry as an 8o year old's cooch up here. Out." He clicked the mic to the radio "Best to report this to comand." he thought, and headed out of his tent.