Before this RP may begin we must found some rules in-order to maintain the thread and not create Chaos.

Rule Numah One; No God-modding or "ubering". We don't need a level 100 character blasting Legendary Deathclaws with easy just by punching him in the face. Parody that you may, but RPing that is no-no.

Numbah Two; No flaming others just in-case we had a bit of a trouble with that one Cazadore across the street...

Numbah Three; You may have at least 3 weapons. Primary, Secondary and A extra in-case you have three favorite weapons. Note that they should be humanly able to use (such as you can not posses the Fat-man mainly because not much ammo for it and nuclear radiation powers are bad for Rpings.)

Numbah Four; Keep the posts decent with at least one paragraph. We need to be descriptive of our post-apoclyptic wonderland.


Now that this is done with we may get on with the story~

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Summary; It has been five years since the Courier has created an independent republic for the city of New Vegas. In this time many areas of the Mojave have come to join New Vegas in forming the; United States of Mojave. But as time has passed many travelers from Ceaser's Legion and the NCR have come to see how this new 'paradise' will turn out.

You are one of the many new travelers who have come to enter the Mojave. Many have come from either Cottoncove across the Colorado or have come through the Mojave Outpost. Much has changed, but War never changes. With this new wealth of power, it seems both the New Califorina Republic (Now under the authority of a new President) and the remains of Ceaser's Legion are keen on taking this newly formed Union. As tensions rise, so do that of the security of New Vegas and the surrounding cities. War is on the horizon, what shall you do? Become apart of a Caravan to earn a living in the mojave, surviving its untapped dangers?

Or shall you remain loyal to your nation? Defending the NCR, USM or CL as they all collide into a war in which one power shall remain. Maybe you shall query the life of the Courier, such as the President did. Will you be tracked as he? Or shall life continue on as you deliver messages you know nothing about.

Life shall change, and you will help it.

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Character Reference Sheet

Name;

Age;

Gender;

Apperance;

Personality;

Primary Weapon;

Secondary Weapon;

"Extra" Weapon;

Birth Place(aka Bio);

(Insert Military rank if they were in the military of the NCR or Ceaser's Legion or United States of Mojave.)
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Locations;

The United States of Mojave; It is the combination of cities, states and 'local goverments' with the New Vegas leadership under the Courier. It consists of "New Vegas Territory"(Formed of Freeside, New Vegas Strip, West-side, North Vegas and the NCR Farmers.), "The State of Nellis"(Nellis Airforce Base), "The REPPCON-Novac Co-Op"(REPPCON Facility, Novac, and HELIOS One.), "City state of Nipton"(Nipton), "The Black Mountain Tribals"(Black Mountain), "JacobsTown"(JacobsTown),"Sloan-Deathclaw Brood"(Sloan, Work-site), and "New Primm" (Primm). It is usually non-discriminatory towards ghoul, Deathclaws(Intelligent ones), and Super-Mutants. It still has a slight aggressive stance towards NCR-squatters, though it has decreased in the past five years.

New Califorina Republic; The NCR is a union of territories that follow under the federal goverment of NCR, composed in Shady Sands. While most cities are up north too far from Mojave boundries for squatters or ex-NCR military to come, but the territory of Baja and the Hub are in a near direction for them to hitch a ride on a Caravan run from the Hub to Mojave outpost. Where the USM and NCR trade supplies or independent suppliers come for caps or , at least, to gain NCR dollars for betting.

Ceaser's Legion; While most of the cities are unknown to the NCR or the USM, it seems that the Fort has become a city after the last five years. Although the Ceaser of CL has become mis-guided in his actions and confused after the Death of ceaser and Legate Lanius, it seems he has maintained neutral relations with the USM to at least not expect a full blown attack. Some Ceaser's Legion immigrations come to trade for caps in order to collect as souvenirs, or see how the this new 'profligate' state has turned out in the past five years after their leader proved is strenght.

(Most locations can take place within the Mojave, The Fort, or Baja (NCR). As the Story progresses all locations will be involved within a deep war, and as such expected to have random attacks. Eitherit'll be done by your own characters grouping together or we could do like a "Dice" part.)

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(Now it's time for my Character.)



Name; Evocatus Charron

Age; 34

Gender; Male

Apperance; He wears a NCR Veteran Ranger Outfit, though it has decaded over the years. Its color scheme is at a jet black, the holes within his 'cape' have grown due to the battles he had interacted with during the Mojave Campaign of 2281. His battle chest number is 188, the trading post he was assigned to. With a removal of his armor he is a caucasian male with brown eyes. Hair color has noted to be black, with mixes of brown. His jeans have degraded as well due to the condition. The once clean blue jeans have become damaged, carved up, and rather dusted due to the winds of Mojave's terrain and sand-storms.

Personality; The mind of Evocatus has become one of conflicting natures. As brought up by his Followers of the Apocalypse parents, his teachings were mostly in how he should help humanity and avoid the conflict of war and ideology. Yet life proved that the NCR was the best option for humanity in his hometown of the Bone-Yards. Within his teenage years, he enlisted for the voluntary NCR grunt army, to act as a border patrol for the territory west. Though during his years, it was offically called as the "Western Offensive", as the border patrol became a full on war with the tribals who refused to bargain territory with NCR officals. He, like all soliders, told himself constant it was a 'just war' due to the tribals being dipicted as savages who [censored] women, committed infancide, and slaughtered all NCR Herders. Though at his first objective, it was shown to him otherwise. Many missions his squad, the second assault squad or known in the Bone-Yard area as the "Eagles", were involved in were executing many of the tribals moral. Killing leaders, capturing war-chiefs and torturing them for information, etc. Though at this 'conflict' was the first "BitterSprings". It was a tribal village called "Pylae", he was told that this was a slaver village. Holding women, children and men as slaves to be sold off to distant lands, a decent profit to tribals. This was partly true; there were slavers. But these were not tribals, rather they traded the tribals with NCR Prisoners of War for supplies. Water, food, etc. Their objective? Exterminate all inhabitants, leave none alive. And that; they did. Trigger reaction, the colonels called it. "Reaction to orders without hesitation; simply for their life is on the line." Disgusting, but effective in war. Evocatus knew this, his parents taught him this would eventually happen. He didn't care as a young boy, he wanted to be rebelliant. He wanted glory, fame, and to live on for eternity. He did get the two formers, by killing the "Leader of the Slaver tribals", as the newspapers described it. He did; but only but a hesitation. He entered the village hut as a male was hiding a child from him. As he asked the leader to place his hands in the air twice, the leader put two palms into the air. He mistook a toy, a thin object the tribals used in order to plant holes into the fertile soil to help their parents cultivate, for a knife. Two shots, one for each. All that was left was his screams, as he became a murderer on that day. A "Hero" to the NCR, for then the tribals surrendered to the Aggressive Bear Republic. After his glory? He was recommended by the Major within his district, Major Keenel, to become a Ranger. Mostly due to the emotional re-bound after that mission, to keep him calm he must be broken. The years of Ranger trials broke his once damned soul in order to create a devil that would kill any without question. Many missions he did what he was told to; kill men, women, children, animals, etc without hesitation. Without question. Only during the Mojave campaign, as he became a Veteran Ranger, did he snap from his obident dog-dome. Though was he brainwashed before? Or merely inactive? He does not know. He only knows that during that campaign, he was ordered to defend the I-88 and kill any who posed threats to the Caravan campaign. Deathclaws, scavanders who posed a threat to economic stability, Cazadores, etc. But he finally saw war at Hoover Dam. Hotwizters firing in all directions, a Large bomber unloading its payload upon dozens of Legion troops. It seemed NCR won, but as he saw Securitrons he knew something was wrong. It all turned out on him; the NCR was cornered. A Courier was 'commanding' this army, and having a goal for an Independent New Vegas rather then a New Vegas under the NCR. In a few minutes, what had seemed like victory became a bitter defeat. With the death of General Oliver Lee, most military morality was broken. After 2282, he retired as an NCR Ranger. For four months, he traveled to Mojave Outpost in order to re-think his actions and loyalties. Now his mind is one of a broken mercenary; capable of evil but wanting to become 'good'. Has he become eternally damned? Or does he have redeption in store for him?

Primary Weapon; Colbert Magnum

Secondary Weapon; Anti-Material Weapon

"Extra" Weapon; Combat Knife

Military Rank; Ex-NCR Solider, Private, Third Class and First Class. Then NCR Ranger with eventuality of Veteran due to many of the missions of 'extermination of threats to NCR democracy and security'.

Birth-Place; He was born at the NCR Bone-Yard in 2252. He was born to Followers of the Apocalypse parents who, tried, to teach him the values of the Followers. That humanity must learn from the war to survive, to prosper. He was given extensive knowledge on the language of latin by choice but he was given information on medication, creation of stimpacs and a brief interation with robotics. His 'school' had only Gusty's, so his familarity with their systems is regonizable. But other machines, such as Secuitrons or Protectrons, are unknown to him. His birth name is also latin, seeing that his parents hoped that he would become a expert for the Followers. He is "Veteran".

(I'll start the first post soon)

The Mojave outpost, dusty, filled to the core with refugees from the NCR and poor Caravaners who think to make it big in the Mojave wasteland. They look to the sky to find their hopes and dreams, but end up in New Vegas to lose or gain in the blink of an eye. Although the NCR didn't have a firm grapse on the area, the Caravans still needed authantification of Caravaning NCR goods to non-NCR suppliers or vice versa.

The New Califorina Republic never changed to Evocatus, it still envied the thought of war and expansion for the glory of 'democracy' and 'unity'. Even after their humilating defeat at the hans of the Courier, the NCR military still edges on their border point in the Outpost. Was it mere greed and jealousy that brought them to such a hatred?

Jealousy for the Courier's might to stand agaisnt them, and defeat them of all events to happen. Perhaps the greed of new land, new wealth, and new power filled their thoughts with dreams of a might empire across the ruins of the old. It shouldn't matter to him, he thought, since he was no longer apart of any NCR military branch. From the low rookies to the high Rangers, from corporals to generals.

All had their own interests, which they thought was to be achived by the conquest of the Mojave. But when they lost, many became broken hearted and isolated. Evocatus knew this, he saw it all as it happened in 2281. At first, it was just a military secret for the NCR. Many soldiers were lost, causalities at an all time high, and the loss of their General, Oliver Lee, was an even more dramatic death-stab to morale.

Though he never compalined, infact if the defeat never occured then he'd still be tha NCR ranger who followed without disobidence. Without question, nor doubt. But, as he soon broke out of his obidence to the NCR, it was a tragic moment for its public. Headlines read aloud; "SECOND BATTLE OF HOOVER DAM LOST, GENERAL OLIVER NO WHERE TO BE FOUND."

Evocatus's mind dribbled on the past, as the General was made a matyr of the cause for annexation. President Kimball made his "farewell" speech to get the politicans svcking up to him, an making him a glorious leader during the war. But that was only two long years ago, now it was 2286. A good five years after the war itself, and a fine four years of his 'retirement'.

Though was he retired? Or did he simply exile himself? A funny thing was; he couldn't remember. Yet he shook off this thought, and began to walk to a Caravaner. It was a female, in one of those duster uniforms usually worn by 'regulators'. But who could argue with this type of fashion in a desert? As he approached her, a voice came from the Caravner but was dark. Cold in tone as if trying to isolate itself from all other forms of life.

"What is it? Do you want to see my authoritication papers?! For I already showed them to that guard over there, I have full rights to do trade in the Mojave Wasteland. Hell I even have rights to do it in the United States of the Mojave!", but as her rant continued Evocatus soon lost most of her dialouge. But after a moment of recoiling from the side-track of the rant, he spoke.

"I'm not apart of the NCR military Ma'm...or well I'm not currently. I just came to ask where'd you be heading in the USM or the Mojave. Since I've grown dull of the Outpost...and its 'memories'."

The Caravaner took a anolysing look at Evocatus, a trait most have to see if one is 'trust worthy' or otherwise. To be honest, he could see why the first thought on anyone, not just her, mind would be that this guy is an NCR type. He was still wearing his Veteran Ranger uniform, although damaged it might be. The jet black color scheme was losing its purity as the dust collided on him every so often. The mask had its own holes, scraps, or bullet marks.

After a moment of waiting, the Caravaner spoke to him; "We're heading up to New Primm, then going into Novac Co-op. So the travel time will be about 4 days to take these supplies of ammo, food, and metal to both locations. That is, without rest. We hope the roads will be protected from high-noon to sun-set. If that's the case it'll be smooth sailing. But if it's not we'll be needing some extra hands of protection...so I'd advise you to take your best weapons then head out with us in an hour or so. But don't get any wise ideas; you're only getting 25% of the pay since we don't know you. That and stranger's can't be much trusted with open arms, ya know?"

Evocatus simply nodded, knowing that Caravans usually had a beef agaisnt random strangers who come out of no where to 'assist'. At times it is genuine, at other's they get stabbed in the back and left to rot in the wasteland. It was more common then uncommon for a sad fact. Though as he went inside to obtain his guns, and a little drink on the way, he couldn't stop help but think about the United States of Mojave. What was it?

Most in the NCR had only heard rumors or the state propaganda. It was truly unknown, as much as Mr House was unknown to all. Was it truly a 'paradise' or just another fapricated hell inside a greater domain of hell? There was only way to find out...after a drink of course.

As he opened the door, the bar was filled more then usual. Instead of five to six soldiers it was about twenty inside. 'Why were they all driniking?', he thought. Since there wasn't a special holiday to be celibrating, then either a mass of troops were off duty or they wanted to get fired. Either way, he got up to his 'lone' seat at the edge of the bar where no one else sat beside him.

It was 'his lonesome' self that kept him company during the times of drinking, since most of his ranger unit left him immediately when he decided to retire. No goodbyes, no caring, no comfort. The ranger way, was brutal if the unit had formed a 'family relationship' with each other. If a unit did, then it was broken either by execution or the unit being replaced with other members. "To be Efficent is a virture", they always said.

After obtain his drink, a scotch in 2nd grade value, he soon took it with him to his 'quaters'. Only three weapons ad ever been there for him as he was an NCR solider, a colbert magnum, the Anti-material rifle and finally a standard combat knife most grunts are given.

Sure, most NCr rangers would have better weapons in terms of firepower or speed but these served him well on the battle lines. Even if they were used for all the wrong reasons...With a sigh Evocatus took each weapon. The colbert beside him, the knife held on his chest and his rifle upon his back.

The Caravan had started to head out, and so did he. He knew life was about to change for him...but to what end?

Character Reference Sheet
Name; Hanzo Briggs

Age; 34

Gender; Male

Apperance; NCR Ranger Combat Armor w/ Ranger Helmet, His Trench coat over his armor has sustained a few bullet holes and with out the helmet on, Hanzo has a scar going down from his left eye from a Legion Officers Machete, but wasnt seriously injured due to it missed his eye. Without Combat armour he is the height of an average male probably just a tad taller, Asain descent, black eyes and black hair.

Personality; Hanzo is more of the "Get the Job done, and we can talk later" type, but hes pretty laid back and you could consider him extremely Loyal to NCR.

Primary Weapon; Anti-Material Rifle

Secondary Weapon; Ranger Sequoia

"Extra" Weapon; Throwing Knives

Birth Place(aka Bio); Hanzo was born straight out of The Hub. He joined the NCR ranks at the age of 18, and served as a trooper for 4 years.
He was later notifyed by a veteran ranger commander, to be assigned with the Rangers. Hanzo accepted and began his ranger training. Once done with his training and issued his NCR Patrol Armor and Hat, He was immediately deployed to the Mohjave to fight at the first Hoover dam battle were he achieved on killing dozens of Legion soldiers and Legion Officers. After the victory of Hoover Dam, Hanzo was granted his very own NCR Ranger Combat armor w/ Helmet, with his armor number to be 93. He was also granted his Ranger Sequoia. Now since the war is over, Hanzo has been anxiously waiting for a battle to start so he can kill once again. His Location Is at Camp Golf where he is there to live in the resort that is still intact.

Military Rank: Staff Sergeant (SSgt)-as a Trooper, NCR Veteran Ranger- NOW