Life isnt Fair.

We all know that. But no one knows it better than 2 people. These two people were children, who where kidnapped by an insane wasteland doctor named Dr. Robertul. Who is this Doctor you ask? One of the most wanted criminals in the entire world. the good Dr. R used to be a famous wasteland doctor, that new a amazing cure for radiation. Unfortuantly, one day, he injected too much into himself after a lethal dose of radiation. In too large of quanities, it produced the same affect as a large,but not too large, dose of radiation. He became a ghoul. He then discovered he was resistant to radiation. This facinated him. He then thought about the experiments he could do to explore the effects of radiation. He started out taking dying wastelanders and giving htem large doses orf radiation. When he discovered they died more quickly. He needed healthy test subjects. So he began kidnapping normal humans. Some were ghoulified, and then killed, as not to reveal the location of the doctors lab. Some were killed. Others were turned into horrible beasts.

Now, back to the children. The doctor needed to see what happened on small children. So he kidnapped two very important peoples children. These two important people were two families that held alot of sway in the markets around the wasteland. Ricardo Jameson was the father of a lovely young girl named Violet. Ricardo would do anything for his daughter. Hell, he would spend 1000 caps just to buy his daughter a teddy bear. Unfortunatly, his daughter did not love him so. Although he did not see it, Violet hated being spoiled and sheltered. She had plans to run away before shhe was kidnapped

Nikolai Dongradin, a very important weapon shipper. He had maid millions in the weapon trnasferring market. He didnt spoil his son, but he didnt spend enough time wth him either. Dimitri Dongradin, Nikolai's son craved his fathers attention, but never got it. He did all sorts of things to impress his father. Clean his guns, scavenge for ammo, even selling them. But Nikolai just didnt care. So Dimitri hated his life at home. He was sitting on his bed one nght cleaning a missle launcher when he was kidnapped.

So the Dongradins and the Jamesons got together and pooled there caps to purchase a vertibird form The Enclave and some Mercenaries so they could find their children

Thats were you come in

You meet with the leader in The Muddy Rudder bar in Rivet City

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Now for my Character.


Name: Melvin Grotzo

Nickname: Mel

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Armor: Kevlar Vest with his personal insignia , His initials, on the back.

Clothing: White T-Shirt, Jeans, socks, and combat boots

Weapons:Modified Sniper Rifle, 10 MM Smg, switchblade hidden in sock

Items: Nuka Cola, Hammer, and some bottle caps

Addictions: Nuka Cola

Personality: Tough. Willing to take one for the team.

Bigography: Melvin isnt in it for the money, hes in it for the glory, and the gear that he gets. He was a mercenary since he was 18. He got in league with Talon Company, and did some... less than grattifing jobs. He worked as an assassin, and had some talent too. He had killed at least 12 people before he realized that he was working for the wrong side. He discovered this when one of the targets had seen him and explained that he hadnt done anything wrong. Mel felt sick afterwardsm thinking of all the people he murdered. He decided to quit Talon Company, but they dont like there employies leaving. They put him in a prison cell, and kept him there for a while. One day, someone did a raid on Talon and set him free. Afterwards he did independant jobs, for private buyers. He then got an offer to lead a team of mercs to find two children who had been kidnapped

Why is it called the Ragtag Reapers? Is that the merc companies name?

Anyway, I dont know if I should join or not...

Its the name of your Merc group. I racked my brain all night trying to think of a better one but i couldnt

Name: Erin Thadly

Nickname:

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: Height: 5' 10", lean body, dark green eyes, dark brown hair that is either done up in a fauxhawk or parted to one side, a small mouth, and fairly tanned skin.


Armor: none

Clothing: Dark brown boots (Goes up to the knee), light tan pants, a white button up shirt, and a brown trench coat (much like a duster)

Weapons: FN FAL (semi-auto), Smith and Wesson 357 magnum, Ka-bar knife

Items: 3 stimpacks, and dark sunglasses

Addictions: none

Personality: Likes to follow the leader, positive, and helpful

Biography: Erin grew up in megaton and lived there for 17 years. Once she found out her dad was a psycho addict and her mother died from radiation poisoning she took what money the family had bought some new clothes and weapons, and left to find a new life. She first began doing odd jobs in Rivet City for three years, but decided to see the rest of the world. She was approached to become a regulator and joined them, but after she found out she could make more money by working as a hired gun, rather than a bounty hunter, she left them.

I actually like the name

Name: Kyle R. Winters

Nickname: Ralph

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Apperance: Brown hair,hazel eyes. Scars on his arms from old injuries from his years as a technician in Rivet City. Though he is obsessed with cleanliness,people say he smells like a ghoul sometimes.


Armor: Rivet City Security Uniform

Clothing: When he isnt fighting he usually just wears the pants of his security uniform. In the company of women,he wears a T-Shirt.

Weapons: 10mm Submachine gun, rusty chinese sword

Items: a working camera,whetstone,old pre-war book(still readable),old note from his mother.

Addictions: med-x

Personality: Ghoul sympathizer, the closet thing to a philosopher you'll find out here,and an all round good person when he isn't pissed off.

Bigography: Was brought to Rivet City by a ghoul. He was only seven at the time,and though they wouldn't let the ghoul stay,they accepted her request for the boy to be looked after. When he grew up,he joined security at age 18 to get experience for when he would go into the ruins of D.C. He has been out in the wastes for two years barely scraqeing by,when he heard of a job that could hold him over for a long time.

Name: John Enfield

Nickname: N/A

Age 26:

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Apperance: Height 5' 6", Blue eyes, tanned skin, shot brown hair, clean shaven.

Armor: None

Clothing: Dark brown trench coat, sleaves torn off at the elbows. Red scarf and sunglasses.

Weapons: Lee Enfield Mk 4 rifle, 10mm pistol, combat knife

Items: Purified Water. 3X Stimpaks 1x Med-X 1x Rad-X

Addictions: N/A

Personality: Secluded and quite bitter, though determined

Bigography: Grew up in quite a large settlement, just a few miles west of the capital wasteland, where he was known as Boy, it, that thing. John's mother died during child birth, the father ran off after he found out his lover was pregnant, so a casino owner took him in and looked after him, poorly. Forced to work and repair the machines, he was given no name at the time.

At the age of 14 he was outside the settlement as he sneaks away to get breaks, always recieveing a beating after he got back for being missing, but it was a small prive to pay for his alone time, but on one day a girl, the daughter of the mayor of the town was wondering outside as well. Seeing her about to be attacked by a creature he saved her from it. Due to this the girl got to know the boy and gave him the name John when he told her he had no name.

A number of years later, when he was 19 the settlement was attacked and over run by raiders, John was on the outskirts of the settlement again, this time leaving for good, he had taken a pistol from his 'employeer' and set out to go somewhere else. When the raiders attacked he tried to make his way back to resecue the only person who treated him like a human being, but was too late, he grew bitter and kept to himself afterwards.

After about two years in the wastes he stumbled across an old war museum and found the rifle he uses, reading the inscription on the rifle he decided to take up the name Enfield as a secondry name, and usually made sure others only knew him by that. With practive he came to be known as an excellent sharpshooter and has been hired as bodyguards, assassinations, and a few merc groups have hired him for his skill.

Ok I think i can take 1-2 more before we get too crowded :shrug:

Name: Mikhail (Michael) Nordov

Nickname: Mikey.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Cacasian/Russain

Apperance: Red hair and a scraggley goattee frame his scarred and tortured face. He is 6' 1" and lean, nearly pure muscle. this figure acquired from months of hard life in the wastes, looking for the Reapers.


Armor: Metal armored pants, boots, and an armor vest under his trenchcoat.

Clothing: A russian winter hat, Trenchcoat, and armor pants. (I guess this fits both categories?)

Weapons: A carbon-steel trench knife, found on the body of a wastelend scavenger, a 10mm pistol and a Laser Rifle constantly short on ammo.

Items: Never found without a carton of cigarettes and a lighter. Ahip flask, filled with whatever alcahol he can find, preferably strong vodka.

Addictions: Cigarettes and drinking.

Personality: Hard and cvalloussed, but he can make relationships with those he trusts most.

Biography: Born into a middle class, well, for the wastes family with a house in Megaton. He became good friends with Lucas Simms, the self-appointed "sheriff". When he heard of the kidnapping on a Galaxy News Radio report, he wanted to join the Ragtag Reapers. When he told Lucas of his plans he was given a 10mm pistol and ammo. He was wished luck and sent off, to find those children

Ok. My friend has his character sheet, but he cant post it right now.

Doesthat mean we're ready to start when he posts it?

Name: Nikolia Nakov

Nickname: Niko

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

appearance: white, beard, medium length black hair.

Armor: skin tight dark grey rock camo. boots

Clothing: camo t shirt camo shorts. Low rad ris. High increasd sneak. Bare feet

Weapons: powerful switchblade (slisy) screw gun. Elephant gun

Items: 3 1/2 vodka. 500 Bottle caps. 250 in pre war money.

Addictions: vodka

Personality: nice. Sneaky handsome(: lots of charisma.











im pandas friend
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bump. we can take one mroe person

Name: Rasputen
Nickname: River (calls himself this, does not mention his real name.)
six: yes thank you (Male)
Age:20
Cacuasian

River is a man of interesting appearance, he can usually be found wearing a top hat made of multiple other hats sewn together as he wished to compliment has rather short stature of 5'3 with his hat he is 5'7.

Other then his tallness deficiency River has a skinny build with short red hair and a well trimmed beard, generally being underneath his hat the hazel eyes he has are not usually seen.
half of the presumed bodyweight of the man is his coat, his near starved appearance a result of wasteland life. Under his coat dozens of scars define his body the major ones being a set of three rip marks on his back and a puckered impact scar on his left calf.
River is usually garbed in a coat of incredibly distracting colors with frayed tassels and strips tied to the edges. Other then that River wears jeans and a pair of comfortable shoes due to the amount of heat the coat and hat generate in the wasteland sun.

This man is one whom thrives on using his mind and others stupidity to his advantage and as such the only real weapons he possesses are one sharpened ballpoint pen with a reservoir of rad scorpion venom two spoons with the handles sharpened and a straight blade razor (generally used in shaving but he has had to use it on occasion)


River started out as a young man with an attitude problem and a loving family, he was no more then nine at the time but slavers found his family's land and slaughtered his father in front of him. After that they took his mother, River tried to run away but his sister screamed to not leave her and before he could dive out a window the slavers caught up. River lived in that camp for three years before being bought by a rich man and told he was to become an entertainer for the pleasure of his master and any guests that came along. Five years and River learned from an old man that told stories of giants and women with skin white as snow how to redirect peoples attention and wallets to other places, along with learning to deal with terrible things. River reached the age of 14 and took over the job of main entertainer making his master a happy man and while the lord grew fat on pleasure and milk River planned. One year later River escaped by killing one of the guards with a sharpened bicycle spoke stealing most everything on the man and dragged the body into a shrubbery before leaving he had planted a bicycle spoke covered in the man's blood in the old man's room River figured it would keep them off his tail for longer. After escaping came a game of cat and mouse that lasted several weeks and ended with River escaping an encounter with a death claw and leaving with a shredded back to remind him to not come back. Following this he lived several years as a hunter and occasional entertainer for the rich wastelander to come walking by, River was smart about these encounters and gained copious amounts of caps while the wastes gained another corpse. River discovered later in life that there were times that he just "needed" to steal things and has suffered the results of his problem ever since.

So to recap
Distracting clothing
Master entertainer and as such a sweet talker and over all "people person"
Good at stealing objects and killing people with things they would not expect to be killed by
Has mild kleptomania ( almost irresistible desire to steal things)

Cool. So we can start now?

And Movin, i hope you can pull off "River", he seems quite interesting if written right.

Ill post the main RP thread soon, but i got stuff to do today so i cant yet

Thanks for the compliment, I try to make my characters complex.
I cannot say I will be able to do it well but I figured I needed some sort of departure from my last RP char.
and hey, practice makes perfect right? guess I'll just have to practice being slightly off-settling in a social environment.

Well Movin, I believe you're one of the few people who could, not just pull it off, but do it well.

I agree with Blackmane, Movin you'll do more than well.

*grins* thanks for the votes of confidence

Name: Travis Phillips

Nickname: None

Age: Has been a ghoul for eighty-seven years, was 16 when ghoulified.

Gender: Male

Race: Ghoul

Apperance: Just like any other ghoul, looks fleshy, has a bit of skin left. He still has a bit of hair, brownish-red.

Armor: Combat armor painted black, some stripes of white.

Clothing: Same as Merc Adventurer outfit when not wearing armor

Weapons: 10mm pistol, assault rifle, combat knife

Items: Letter from Roy, pack of cigarettes, beer, merc dogtags, 317 5.56 rounds, 80 10mm rounds

Addictions: Beer and tobacco

Personality: Doesn't take too kindly to humans, likes to listen to music(if possible), gets into fights when insulted.

Biography: His old home was in Henderson, North Carolina and his brother is Roy Phillips, and grew up with him. Was ghoulified when he fell off a bridge into a small lake overflowing with radiation. Once he was a ghoul, he realized the thing called a 'bigot'. People insult him for being a ghoul, that's why he hates humans so much. They give bad first impressions towards ghouls. Has been a merc since 2198, surprised how he's still alive. Despite have being a merc for so long, his record of kills only raises up to 53. His brother, Roy, has recently left to Tenpenny Tower. They send letters to each other normally to see what's up, and still hold a tight friendship. Travis has a bit of friends, some in Underworld, and some from his merc company. He only gets to be friends with humans for a short period since their life span only goes to about 70 years. He still prefers ghouls. Alot of his old ghoul friends had been slaughtered by bigots such as the Brotherhood of Steel or the Enclave. The thing he hates the most is the Brotherhood. He never had parents(or at least ones that he grew up with), He grew up in a small fortified house in the middle of nowhere.

After becoming a ghoul, Roy decided it would be too dangerous for two ghouls to be living outside, so they moved to an underground metro and lived there for years upon years with the ferals. The ferals didn't mind, but they couldn't talk or anything, and it was rather hard to find food down in the sewers that wasn't a rat or radiated water. He did find Nuka Cola a few times, but eventually he found all the ones in the metro. They never went to far out into the tunnels, and mainly stayed in the station area. Humans had gone down there alot, but the glowing ones had them. No human ever came out, and if they got past the glowing ones, they never got past the reavers. After Travis became an advlt, he went outside. The sun blinded him because he hadn't seen it for so long. Until then he had only seen artificial light. He found a knife off of the dead body of a wastelander in the tunnels and stuck with it until he found dead Talon mercs and took their weapons. He took the combat knife off of one, a 10mm off the second, and an assault rifle off the last.

He took the armor and painted black over the Talon symbol and painted some white stripes on shoulder parts and leg parts as decals. He and Roy have been living in Underworld and exploring DC until Roy headed southwest to Tenpenny Tower. Travis has lived on his own in Underworld ever since.

Not to be offensive, but your character seems like total cliche. Parents killed by slavers, sworn revenge, knows how to fight with any weapon, he's a dashing character, I mean.. It doesn't seem that original..

so what? every single character in here is a cliche of some kind and all writers are thieves in the first place anyway I'm just not accomplished enough as one to hide that fact.

Are any more characters being accepted?

I don't think so.