Its been a while since I've done an RP and this happens to be my first Fallout Rp I've made (I've done several TES) so bear with me if you will.

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The year is 2280, the Capital Wasteland is still under heavy conflict between the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave, not to mention the ever-growing population of Super Mutants. Open conflict and large firefights are even more common ever since the Lone Wanderer lost his life while trying to recover the G.E.C.K. from the dreaded Vault 87. The Pitt has recovered somewhat, ever since a cure was found for the disease that plagued it, found by the Lone Wanderer, a month before his death. The train tunnel to the Pitt was destroyed however, so none may enter.

Megaton has expanded, but only in its defenses, and it too is now at war with the Raiders and Talon Mercs who are constantly attacking, it won't be long before the small town is overwhelmed. Rivet City is prospering ever since they built an extremely efficient water purifier as well as a good supply of bio-organic food from within the giant ship. However they too remain under constant barrage by the super mutants.

The Family itself has expanded as well, but they aren't the hostile bandits they once were, now they are a peacekeeping group and helpful to those with the same "condition" as them. To the North, the Republic of Dave has been overthrown by a man named Abraham Lincoln, named for the Great Emancipator himself. The Republic, now called Refuge, is a place that is fortified, well stocked, and most of all... taking in refugees of the warring factions.

Any and all are welcome as long as they seem to be good of heart and strong of mind. Abraham has a plan, a plan to leave the Wasteland once and for all, he says that to the North there is a place that the nukes and radiation never touched, fertile greens and safety. It will be a long trek, a journey that will take The Pioneers over mountains, seas, and through dangerous terrain and conditions that only that hardiest could overcome.

You are the Pioneers. You will follow Abraham (Me) Northbound to the Isle of Prosper, as it is called. But word has leaked to some of the warring factions, and time is of the essence. So its now or never my children, will you brave the dangers, embrace each other, and find true paradise.

Will you be, a Pioneer.


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Rules:
-No godmodding
-I am God and you will listen to me
-all posts MUST be AT LEAST a 2 paragraphs, if you speed it up too fast you are gone!
-All posters must wait for at least 2 other people to post before posting again, there can be exceptions to this.
-Romance is OK, no graphic stuff.
-You all SHOULD know the rest.

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Char Sheet: (You can pretty much do whatever template you want but I'll just give a basic.)

Name:
Age: (not too high unless you're a ghoul or Super Mutant)
Gender:
Race: (You may be a ghoul or Super Mutant as long as you're a good one)

Faction: (What faction were you from, pick any you want as long as you are reformed from it, remember that you want OUT of the wasteland)

Basic Appearance: (Hair Color, Eye Color, Height etc etc.)
Detailed: (Tattoos, Scars, Piercings etc etc)

Weapons: (Nothing over the top, real world guns are allowed)

Armor: (If you are ex-BOS you can have nothing higher than Recon Armor or REALLY crappy power armor.)

Miscellaneous: (Food, Drink, and whatever else)

Short Bio:

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I will have my sheet up once I see some interested people, and give me any advice and feedback that you want. Thank you for reading!

Name: Wallace Wallin
Age: 125
Gender: Male
Race:Ghoul

Faction: A random survior in the wastes
Basic Appearance: Yellowish red skin with few veins showing around the legs and arms. Face is still mostly in tack so he looks "Cleaner" then most ghouls
Detailed: Some skin chuncks missing
Weapons: Combat Shotgun, combat knife, assault rifle, and three grenades
Armor: Bits of white pre-war suite mixed with leather armor with basic combat armor shoulder pads. Also a large backpack to carry his supplies.

Miscellaneous: Some Dirty water, assorted Junk foods and some mirelurk meat

Short Bio: Wallace was born in the wastes in a vault. His vault needed a team to get a water chip. The exipiditon failed and Wallace was lost in the wastes. He survived for years before he became a ghoul. He cannot remember much from his years before he was a ghoul. He was ghoulified by some waste disposal place. He hated every moment of his life. Everywhere he went he was attacked. He only found refuge near ferel ghouls in dark tunnels. He slowly felt that he was losing his mind. When the wasteland became less radiated it began to show more life. He wandered around and made a living. He had tryed to get into towns but was either firmly rejected or shot at. He had made several attempts at getting to underworld but stood no chance against the far stronger super mutants. Wallace set off into the wastes to find refuge.

He finnaly reached the Republic of Dave and was accepted despite being a ghoul. Having some 80 years experiance, He tought the other citizens of the Republic how to fight thus earning his way. He was there when Dave was overthrown. He has feared for his sanity and hopes a land free of radiation may stop the radiation from destroying his sanity or maybe even finding a cure.



I have only done one other RP and it was the Beneath PL one. If I am not good enough for this I understand.

Name: Karth Smith
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Karma: Neutral

Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Length: Short
Skin Color: Fair
Eye Color: Deep Blue

Class: Scientist
Primary Skills: Science, Medicine, Lockpick, Stealth, Speechcraft, Small Guns
Faction: None

Armor/Clothing: Blue Jeans, Black Shoes, Black Tee-Shirt, White Labcoat.
Weapon(s): Hunting Rifle, .32 Pistol
Medical: Scalpel, Five Buffout, Five Med-X, Five Jet, Five Psycho, Twenty-Five Stimpacks.
Technical: Portable Terminal (Has instructions for surgery, diary, etc.)
Food/Drink: Five Bottles of Clean Water, Five Mole-Rat Steaks
Caps: None

Biography: Karth was born in riches, to Stephen Smith, a millionaire. As a child he was given only the finest clean water, the unirradiated food, and everything he could ever want. Karth was a good child, always working his hardest. He showed a great talent when it came to science, and grew up to love to learn about medicine and the medical field.

When Karth was five-years-old he got his first personal terminal. He used it a lot to keep record, to keep a diary, to study medical journals. Karth's first time practicing his medical expertise was on a family dog that had nearly died. He managed to perform a surgery and remove a bag of caps the dog ate.

At the age of fifteen Karth was an elite doctor, one of the best in the world. He knew how to keep someone alive using the most basic tools. When he told his father he was leaving, his father was apalled. He tried to kill his son and they fought that night. Karth killed his father and took a hunting rifle, a .32 pistol, and a bag of caps. He travelled to Rivet City and bought some chems.

Now he seeks to get out of the Wasteland and go to the west coast to join the Brotherhood of Steel and use their tech for his own personal means.

The both of you are accepted! Warmaster, its ok that you've only been in one other rp, this will be good practice for you. All you have to do is look at the way some of the more experienced RP'ers write and you'll be better in no time. I do have one grievance with your sheet though, you have a Combat Shotgun AND an Assault Rifle. Don't you think that's a bit much?

Anywho, here's my sheet.

Name: Abraham "Abe" Lincoln
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Caucasian/Irish

Faction: Regulators, Talon Company

Basic Appearance: Brown Hair, shaggy and shoulder length. Brown Eyes. Slightly tan skin. 6'4" in height. Strong, athletic build.
Detailed: Long Scar down his left cheek, several bullet wounds on his chest and right arm, and a Celtic Cross tattooed on his right forearm. Mustache connected to a Lincoln style beard.

Weapons: 2 1911 Colt 45.'s , Single Shot 50. 1859 Sharps Rifle (http://www.cfspress.com/sharpshooters/arms/18190-RifleSharpsM1859AlbeeBerdansSharpshooters-2.jpg), A custom made tomahawk and combat knife.

Armor: Thick Dark Brown Regulator Duster, Simple Steel briastplate (http://www.medievaltymes.com/courtyard/images/armour/armour_gloss/briastplate.jpg), Steel Gorget (http://www.truehearth.com/ss_l_gorget.jpeg), Jeans, Leather thigh guards and greaves, Combat Boots, Sheriff's Hat, Fingerless Rifleman Gloves. And a large Backpack to carry provisions.

Miscellaneous: 5 Cans of Stew, a bottle of Whiskey, and a 33rd Degree Masonic Ring made of 14k Gold and enameled with Masonic Symbols.

Bio: Abraham was born to a large family in the reaches of North Carolina. They lived in the mountains and scratched out a living by doing some modest farming and of course, hunting. From an early age, Abe and all his brothers were taught to shoot the family rifle, a Sharps that had been in the family since time immemorial. Because of Abe's natural ability with the gun, and his overall spirit, the gun was given to him on his 13th birthday.

At age 19, Abraham was wondering all over the southern part of the East Coast, visiting small towns and even gaining some companions in the process. Abe had always been a natural born leader, or so his grandfather and parents had always told him, "Abraham Lincoln, you'll do something great one day, its just destined." Is what they would say. When Abraham finally left home for good, his father gave him a parting gift, a Masonic ring that belonged to one of the most influential Free Masons long before the bombs fell. Its Abraham's pride and joy.

Upon discovering the conflict-torn Capital Wasteland, Abraham looked for work high and low, eventually meeting a man named Talon who was looking for sturdy young men to help do dirty work. Abe had been forced to kill before, and he was hardened as any other, so he did. It was only until he was 23 when he turned against Talon after a job had gone horribly wrong (or so Abe thought) and innocent died at his hands.

That was when ABe entered his Regulator service, to repay his debt. He was doing well for 6 years as a Regulator until he happened upon the small settlement called, The Republic of Dave. Dave was a corrupt being, and a bigamist at that. What Abe saw there shocked and appalled him, Dave was running a dictatorship based on blind ego and immoral values. So Abe stepped in.

A year later, Abraham his the leader of the now expanded town of Refuge.

Name: Roland Tovarez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Caucasian/Russian

Faction: Once a treeminder, then a raider, but left both and became a drifter. Still has hints of treeminder and raider-esque personality.

Basic Appearance: Dirt-ridden face, gruff survivalist beard, blackish bedraggled hair, blue eyes, also has a large amount of shade on his face, almost looks african american. Height is 5'9"
Detailed: Has a scar located above his right eye going downwards from a combat knife resulting in a eyepatch, many patched up bullet holes and cuts on his hands and legs. Also has the number 15 carved into his left cheek.

Weapons: Carries a scoped hunting rifle with him at all times, a revolver on his right thigh, some frag mines in a work belt, and a ballistics knife stuffed into a small holster in his boots

Armor: Has a patched oasis hood and brownish toga, under that he has a white, short sleeved tee and baggy pants and a buckled boots with a worn down sole, keeps many things in his work belt, also has a holster for his hunting rifle over his right shoulder down to his left thigh.

Miscellaneous: Keeps many prewar foods like Salisbury steak and Pork n' Beans. Usually keeps atleast 5 dirty and/or purified waters, 3 whiskeys with him, and a small first aid box with about 5 stimpaks and other chems, keeps a small drawstring bag with him to keep his misc. items in.

Short Bio: He was born with a single dad in Oasis and was raised for 15 years with weapons and repair, and sometimes medicine by other treeminders. A group of treeminders were lead into the sunken chambers excluded Roland and several other children and teens. Curious, Roland trailed behind them sneakily and witnessed them sacrificing his father in an attempt to bring Harold back, Roland was terrified and ran away into the wastes with only a small amount of food and a 10mm pistol and was founded by a group of raiders, scared he killed 2 of them and was then accepted into the group, they raided for about 2 years until the group chose Refuge to try and destroy. There, Roland decided to do the right thing and turn on the raiders to have a better life at refuge. Abraham let him in and he did things he was good at like repairing weapons, other things, and guarding for 10 years.

Hey, here's my sheet. I have exams coming up and I have to revise but I'll have time to post .

Name: Iain Scott
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Caucasian/Scottish

Faction: Explorer

Basic Appearance: Light brown hair, spiked a little, clean shaven, always a glint in his eyes, average height and large muscles (biceps and chest), quite tanned.
Detailed: Small scar on right cheek just below eye, large scar on left arm long line, Scottish flag on left shoulder.

Weapons: Burst Action Combat Rifle, Colt Silenced Pistol, Combat Knife in belt.

Armor: Camo Tank Top, Camo trousers, Black boots

Miscellaneous: Holy Cross Necklace

Short Bio: Not much is known about Iain Scott, word had it he came from Scotland to explore the world. Like the Lone Wanderer, but doesn't want anything, has no family and no objective. When he was in Scotland and incident happened, which caused him to leave and explore the world. He won't tell anyone about his life, only if he trusts them dearly. Respects people who are nice to him, very friendly and helpful. Always smiles at Wastelanders and gives the poor some purified water if they are in need. Isn't interested in helping kill off Enclave or Raiders, but will a Wastelander or a good person if they are being attacked. Doesn't sleep good, usually wakes up at night and is usually always the first to wake if he is with a team. Can cry sometimes too, but keeps it private.
Is very fit and a talented fighter, can run long distances and can adapt to certain conditions. Scotland had tough conditions, so Iain finds the conditions in America easy.

Both look good and are accepted, I think if we get 1 more person or so we can officially begin

Yeah a Super mutant guy would be fun.

That's really what I'm hoping, I'd love to have a Super Mutant in the party.

I agree a Super Mutant would be awesome, hopefully one shows up.

Also, to everybody else especially JonasVault101 thanks for including me in your RP. This is my first RP and I was hoping to get better at roleplaying. Also I am only 13, sorry if I forgot to include this with my sign-up sheet but again thank you for including me.

You and I are very alike my friend.

don't look

Hmm, I don't really know about you Gunner. Don't take it personally but you just joined on the 4th and I know nothing about your Rp skills, Joseph shows a bit promise at the moment.

I'm very sorry and I always HATE turning people down, but I just can't accept you right now. Besides, we need a Super Mutant and then we may begin, unless like two days from now nobody makes one.

GunnerTad and I did the "Beneath point Lookout" Roleplay if you want to see our work. We did like half of it ourselves. Also I am sure he would be willing make a super mutant. Give him a chance.

Oh, well in that case nevermind. Gunner, if you could just do me the huge favor of making a good Super Mutant character, I'll gladly accept you and we can get this show on the road.

I'll do the best I can.

Name: Andrew
Age: 190
Gender: Male
Race: super mutant

Faction: lone

Basic Appearance: Looks like any other super mutant. Big and orange
Detailed: Has a metal plate attached to welded to his right leg which use to be some sort of science instrument

Weapons: Redone assault rifle made with more firepower.

Armor: A brahmin skin shirt fit around him while wearing brahmin skin pants

Short Bio: Being trapped in Vault 87 he was mutated into what he is yet.. he is still andrew.
He is as smart as a many scientists as he was once was forced to become a monster. He was know as Andrew Grabsen but those are just memories. He had a family. A wife and kids who must of died when the bombs drop. He tries not to remeber. He can't recall much of his human past but has something pop up every now and then. He worked his mutated voice to sound more human which has helped over the years. He escaped the vault and headed for civilization. Being pushed from humans and hated by his own he took shelter with ghouls in a small settlement.
Years past and he study everything he could. He read and read. He trained himself.

He felt more human every day.

He became a worker for any one needing to do hard tasks.
He was payed well in fear by the humans. He left the settlement and moved to the closer to D.C. After years of living in a old house filled with books he heard of the Enclave comming. After more years of war he decided to leave and head somewhere that he couldn't fear dying because of the enclave or BoS who are still stuborn and don't care if he isn't like the others.
So he left.

He traveled farther north and camped with others like him. Not realy like him they were just outcasts who had nowhere to go.
One told of a man who will lead them out of this horriable place. The place to meet the man was called Haven by the man and so Andrew decided to go. He went east and fought every thing thier was. Through his joruney he found a rifle which he tinkered with thanks to his intelligence. It helped him alot with trading and fighting but also did his mutated body. So he made it to Haven and waits to travel to better lands.

Well... alright. But listen Gunner, and don't take offense when I say this, but you need to work on your punctuation and spelling. Not 1 time did I see you use a comma or anything in your sentences. But we'll see once we get to the real writing end of things, welcome to the Rp.

Gonna take a leap of faith and... Write up a character sheet.

Name: Princepe De Muerte (Or, to everyone else; Bulldozer)
Age: 79
Gender: A-sixual
Race: Super Mutant

Faction: Super Mutants

Basic Appearance: 7'6, extremely muscly, tanned yellow skin, glowing yellow eyes.
Detailed: Light tattoo mark on neck, seems to say: Vida, curling tattoo of a bird-type creature creeps up his right arm-Faded.

Personality: 'Bulldozer' is a kind-hearted Mutant, always ready to give a hand or do what needs to be done. Don't be frightened off by his name, (Either one come to think of it, either by length or original thoughts), he likes humans and is willing to give his life for most people.

Weapons: 5mm Minigun-Upgraded to fire the rounds in a more ammo-saving way, coolant wires etc run off the weapon and onto a small tank held on back. Made with a light metal alloy that is much lighter than the stuff normal miniguns are made of.

Armor: Hacked together pieces of metal, covers crotch, left side of chest, left forearm and right shoulder.

Miscellaneous: Giant travel pack, copious amounts of 5mm ammunition, small scrunched piece of paper.

Short Bio: 'Bulldozer' was born in Vault 87 after being captured, he remembers absolutely nothing of his past nor does he want to. He's happy to forget everything in forgo for his now plentiful strength, resilience and endurance. He's helped the Super Mutants for years, but recently he's changed his mind upon what he believes; among them he was ranked somewhere between a Master and an Overlord. Years passed with his change of beliefs until suddenly one day, he up and left.

He never returned, eventually ending up with Abraham Lincoln, hoping to help in any/all ways possible. He's changed his mind and regrets killing everyone in the war he did, he's willing to make up for it; by giving his life for the Pioneers.

YES! Now we have 2 Muties! Francois, you are gladly accepted.

This is going to be fun now that we have more people. When can we expect to see the RP thread up?

and a ghoul....

Yes, we do have a ghoul. I didn't forget...

Anyways, the RP will begin either later tonight or sometime tomorrow, I'm spending some time with my family at the moment so I'll try to get the RP page up and running. In the meantime, relax and wait for my word.

Dont you lie to me! You forgot about poor little Tibsies....nobody loves me.

I just had an idea, since we basically are Pioneers. Why not have some sort of a makeshift wagon to carry our stuff and maybe sleep in? Either one of the Super Mutants can pull it.

That's... actually a really cool idea. Give me a bit and I'll have something. Also, if you want, you could try giving me some ideas. If anything comes to you, PM me about it and we'll see where it goes.