Now I know there have been a few Rps starting, but they all seem to have petered out already, or are on the verge. So here's my Rp.

The Reservation-RP

Backstory/History

The ground had a light green glow to it, the cause? The land had been heavily radiated after several atomic bombs had fallen near what used to be Los Alamos Testing Facility; now named "The Reservation." It has been 200 years since the bombs fell during the Great War, and as a result. Lost Alamos became a safe haven for ghouls all around the wasteland. And only humans willing enough, and with enough Rad-X and Rad-Away could enter the heavily radiated, and hostile township. Over the years, Dr. Clark and those ghouls calling the Reservation home have begun a build up of arms and weapons. Even some vehicles have been salvaged, and parts found to restore the old beaten vehicles.

All around the Reservation, ghouls are arming themselves for a war against the smooth-skins, and even Super Mutants who dare stand against them. Dr. Clark, the leader of the ghoul force has taken to spreading as much ghoul propaganda around the wasteland as possible. His message has reached all around the wasteland. From San Francisco, all the way to Washington D.C. and many other places. The time for the ghouls to reclaim the land, and make them the new rulers of the wasteland, and even the world; is beginning.
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Story

The sky was dark, and stars shimmered in the darkness. The ground gave off an eerie green glow, the entire Reservation was like this. Hank and Betty, the two main weapons and armor dealers in the Reservation were busy selling weapons and armor to their customers as the final beginning preparations to Dr. Clarks master plan were put into place.

Ghouls from all around the wasteland, that had come to the Reservation for safety and shelter had been awaiting this day for many years. Dr. Clark was their savior, and leader to a better world; a more friendly, ghouls accepting world. A world where ghouls were no longer looked down upon, but were looked at as a major fighting force. A force that would not be silenced or put down. All the ghouls living in the Reservation had the look of determination, and power. They would make the wasteland their homeland, putting down all smooth-skins and super mutants that dared to defy Dr. Clarks master plan, of the wasteland being ruled by ghouls.

It had been 200 years since Dr. Clark had become a ghoul, and his master plan put into motion. But today will be the day that it will be acted on. Smooth-skins and Super Mutants alike will be put down and forced into labor by their ghoul rulers. The fight for the wasteland has begun. Only time can tell if the master plan of Dr. Clarks and other ghouls dreams will become reality, or if their fight will be in vain.

All around the Reservation ghouls are gathering their supplies and weapons for the impending fight. Join in the fight, or be left to suffer like a ghoul; and become the slave that the smooth-skins oppressors want you to be. The first target? A small Smooth-skin township known as "Little Hove". It's small enough not to attract to much attention, but a good enough place to begin staging farther attacks. Gather your weapons, your armor, and the rest of your gear. The wasteland is waiting.
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Rules: You should already know them, but one major one I cannot stress enough-USE COMMON SENSE!
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Character Sheet

Name:
Age:(Ghoul years remember)
Race:(Obviously only ghouls, no smooth-skins)
Gender:(Male or Female)
Appearance:(No lovely looking ghouls, remember you ghouls! Hair, Eyes, Skin, Height, Weight, Facial features etc.)
Personality:(Basic idea right?)
Weapons:(Your not some BOS Paladin or Enclave soldier, your a ghoul. No one should have two Rocket-Launchers, and a Mini-gun; with a Gatling Laser to back them up. Be realistic.)
Gear/Bag:(Miscellaneous junk your character carries ie Food, Water, Ammo etc.)
Armor:(No Power Armor of any kind, not even pieces of PA for extra protection.)
Bio:(How did your character become a ghoul, and why is he/she fighting to make the wasteland a ghoul led place?)
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Once we get a couple of CS, then I will post my character as well. Make them good, don't make some quick little character. Add depth and detail to who and what your character is and looks like. Lets make this Rp GREAT! I can't do it alone.

This looks really really good but unfortantley I am in to many RPs as it is right now.

I like this idea a lot. I wished there was a way to play as a ghoulie in the game itself. Going to play around with some character ideas and get back to this.

Hm, maybe, I'm not involved in any right now, so I could.
Reserved, for, sometime today.

@Josh: I told you before, you have to learn how to pace yourself with Rps and Fan Fics.
@Amanita: Sounds good.
@Shadow: Sounds good as well. Hope you join.
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Name: Brad Andrews
Age: 232
Race: Ghoul/Caucasian
Gender: Male

Appearance:
-Brownish black, and Green skin. With some deluded yellow here and there.
-Pieces of black hair here and there, mostly bald though.
-Glazed over and milky eyes, his pupils are a deluded brown.
-Muscular build, but deteriorated from being a ghoul.
-About 5’ 10” Tall
-About 190lbs
-Dirty colored teeth from being a ghoul, and lack of hygiene.

Personality: Being a Ghoul, Brad does not take kindly to smooth-skins. He is quick to anger at times, but around his fellow Ghouls he feels comfort and protection. His stance towards smooth-skins and Super Mutants is simple: Shoot on site, no matter the intentions.

Weapons:
-M1 Garand Rifle
-M3A1 “Grease Gun”
-Combat Knife
-4x Frag Grenades

Gear/Bag:
-4x Insta-mash
-4x Iguana-on-a-Stick
-4x Brahmin Meat
-6x Dirty Water
-2x 24 Round Bandoleer of 30.06 Ammunition
-3x Stripper Clips of 30.06 Ammunition
-3x Clips of .45 Ammunition
-2x Weapon cleaning kit

Armor:
-Worn Combat Armor w/ “Death Bringer” stenciled on the back in Red.
-Biker Goggles
-Wasteland Wanderer Outfit (Wears only when doing things, not in combat)
-Storm Chaser Hat

Bio: When the bombs fell in 2077, Brad was driving home from work. His home town of Phoenix, Arizona was hit just when he was driving through the downtown area. His car was thrown to the side by the blast of the bombs, and he laid inside his car for hours unconscious. When he awoke, he had a broken arm and a couple of cracked ribs. He tried to move, but it was to painful, and so he laid inside his car; believing he was going to die right there. That is, until hewas rescued by some survivors who were also showing symptoms of radiation poisoning, Brad began to heal from his wounds. His arm healed along with his broke ribs quite fast. By this time, all the survivors were showing serious signs of ghoulification including Brad. After fulling recovering, and not knowing why, Brad made his way, leaving the group to their fate as he moved out into the wasteland. For years Brad suffered, at times he thought for sure he would die where he stood. But it was not to be, and over the years Brad accepted his fate of being a ghoul. When he first heard the word, he was in a small trading group that was run by ghouls. After working with them a bit, Brad once again left the group to their fate and made his own way.

Gradually after a couple months passed, Brad was discovered by Dr. Willem Clarks. A man who had been changed into a ghoul, and was gathering ghouls along his way. When they returned to what Brad knew as Los Alamos, and later renamed “The Reservation.” Brand joined Dr. Clarks in his struggle, and the other ghouls struggle to make a place for themselves. Brad has since been working to help make the ghoul population a sizable force, and reasonably feared force and race in the wasteland. When Brad was out on a scavenging mission, he came across some smooth-skins who tried to capture him, and make him a slave. It was not the first time Brad had come across slavers, but it wasn’t the last either. He also came across many bigots, and he killed them to; even though they were just citizens of a small settlement. Now Brad stays within “The Reservation”, and helps get things situated for the upcoming attack.

Name: Jericho McMahon
Age: 198
Race: Ghoul / African American
Gender: Male
Appearance:
- Yellow and Brownish skin with a few green patches here and there.
- Completely bald
- Light blue eyes
- Not very muscular, skinny
- 5"9
- 199 pounds

Personality: Jericho has a gruesome hatred for smooth skins and will usually kill any smooth skin he sees even if it like ghouls. Jericho is nice to ghouls and treats them like his brothers and sisters.

Weapons:
x2 9 mm Pistol
Hunting Knife
Wooden baton w/ nails through the top
Sawed-off Shotgun

Gear/Bag:
x3 Boxes of 9 mm ammo (24 Bullets in each box)
x3 Boxes of Shotgun Shells (24 shells in each box)
Sharpening block
Medic Kit (Bandages, Medical Super Glue, Med X, x3 Stimpack)
x5 Dirty Water
x10 Radroach meat

Armor:
Leather Armor w/ Scrap Metal glued on
Grimy Business Suit (Wears when not in combat)
Black Sun Glasses

Bio:
Jericho was a Police Officer before the bombs dropped and when they did he was in the station and the nuke hit the center of the city he was close to the outskirts of the city so he was not killed by the bomb instead he became very sick from the radiation and his skin started to get dry and crisp and very rough. His skin soon started to change color and Jericho was astonished that he had not died from this transformation he soon left New York city and journeyed for days and came across many other people with the same condition. Jericho later learned that people were calling his kinds ghouls so he accepted it and thought the name Ghoul was cool. He soon tried to make friends with normal humans but they all avoided him and never made any contact with him. Soon Jericho went from a man trying to make friends to a Smooth Skin killer, the small settlement he was in was all humans except for him and they exiled him from the town. That night he snuck into each of there houses and killed them one by one even the children he didn't care he did not deserve to be treated like that after all he was still a human.

Years later he came across a group of Ghouls that wanted the Wasteland to be run by Ghouls Jericho jumped in with this group as soon as he heard that. His hatred for humans grew even more while in the group.

Alright, your accepted. And just FYI, it's not "sawn of shotgun" it's Sawed-off Shotgun.

Woops! Well I am a new player

Woo, Ghoul RP! Love Ghouls, so here I go


Name: Marcell Sprint
Age: 122
Race: Ghoul
Gender: Male
Appearence:
-Dark Yellow skin with orange blotches
-Some thin strips of Blonde Hair hanging from his forehead
- Dark Hazel Eyes
- Very thin; Ribs visible
- 5"7
- 125 lbs.
-Missing his right pinky

Personality: He hates Smooth-Skins, but tends to ask questions before shooting because he's a Merc, but will shoot any Super Mutant he sees. He likes to stand out in the crowd, and is quick to anger. He loves to be sarcastic and to prove people wrong, He's a basic Know-it-all. He's kind to all Ghouls, but wants to be better than anyone he sees.

Weapons:
Crowbar
.38 Revolver
Pump-Action Shotgun

Gear:
5 Clips of .38 Bullets
24 Shotgun Shells
2 Stimpaks
3x Med-X
Water Canister filled with dirty water

Armor:
A gray rag wrapped around his head with the name "Jacques" written in black on the top
Tinted Shades
Tan Cargo Pants
White Short-Sleeved T-Shirt
Bandoleer
Tan Shoulder Pads made from Combat Armor

Bio:
Marcell Grew Up in the Wasteland. Working with his friend Arthur Kudor, they tested on all kinds of creatures, including Ghouls. One day, he woke up in the testing cell where they kept their "Experiments", He saw that the room was filled with gases and his skin was crinkly. He ran out of the room to find everything gone. He ran out the door, hoping to find Arthur and passed out on the ground as soon as he stepped outside. When Marcell woke up, he found himself to have become ghoulified. After this, Marcell became a Mercenary in hopes of finding where Arthur had gone. After a year, the trail went cold.

He decided to make the best if his new life and stayed a Merc. He developed a special bond with a Smooth-Skin Merc named Jacque, who was his best friend until He was killed in a fire-fight with some Super Mutants. When Marcell heard of this, he quit his life as a Merc and retired in The Reservation as a bartender and became addicted to a drug known as Med-X. After a couple years, he missed the action that he got as a Mercenary. When he heard of the war against Smooth-Skins and Super Mutants, He thought this would be the perfect chance to refill his needs for action and maybe find some ghoul that knows anything about Old Arthur.

An RP by Dr. Strangelove about something that hasn't been done before...why not? Count me in! (Give me a sec to put up a character sheet.)

Name: Christopher (Chris) Johnson
Age: (What year does this take place in?) 220
Race: Ghoul
Gender: Male
Appearance: Basic Ghoul: Flaked Skin, Small amounts of hair. He has blue eyes and is an even Six-Feet tall and, at last count, one-hundred and thirty-pounds.
Personality: Chris is not easily angered, but when he is angry, his temper is great. He is usually the comic relief, being able to see humor in most things. A very vital part of any group because he keeps people relaxed (or as much as possible in the God-Forsaken new world)
Weapons:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G36
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glock_17
Gear/Bag: 4x Extra Clips for G36
4x Extra clips for Glock
A Canteen of Water
Energy Bars
Armor: Combat Armor with a Combat Helmet
Bio: Chris was in the Oklahoman Nation Guard before the bombs dropped. He was part of the responding team when Tinker Air Force base was directly hit by a Nuke. After being exposed to vast amounts of Radiation, his squad and him were taken to a Medic who couldn't do anything for them but give them some Rad Away. It was too late, for Chris became a Ghoul and was exiled from the camp. Not even the bonds that the Military created could withstand his transformation. None of his squad pulled through.

After wandering from Settlement to settlement as a mercenary or guard, he finally found his way to the Reservation where he could finally put his skills from the military into something that he believed in: The Freedom that all Ghouls deserved.

Alright, your accepted as well Iggy. But two edits I need you to do. 1. Edit his personality a bit. Add more detail to it. At the moment, he seems to open and not detailed enough with his personality. 2. That belt in your armor, I believe you mean a Bandoleer (Like the ones Pancho Villa wore) unless you literally mean a belt? anyway, edit that up, and you'll be good. And you can have more than a Crowbar and .38 Revolver if you want.

Dr. Clarks and the other ghouls have been stocking up for quite a few years.

http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Reservation- Click it to read up on the Reservation. It will help you (everyone who has joined, and will join) know what things look like, and what I'm talking about while we're at the Reservation. So read up

How is 5'7 140 lbs skinny . That'd be a lil above avg weight.

Muscle maybe?

You'd probably be all muscle considering how scarce food in the Wasteland would be...

I thought I said, but guess I forgot to add it. The year is 2277, same as FO3, but don't worry about FO3 stuff. There won't be any mention of what's happening in Washington D.C.

Hopefully if this Rp makes it through more than two or three threads, we'll be able to span it across the US, gradually hitting the East Coast. So yeah, hopefully this Rp will last long enough to have threads that span all across the US, and not just one particular area.

Also, everyone who has joined is accepted.

Okay. If your guy is 200...that means that he was born in the same year as the war. lol

That's only how long he's been a ghoul. But I guess if I have to get to technical.... alright

Just cuz food is scarce doesn't mean you'd be all muscle. It just means you'd be really, really hungry. Hunger/lack of food = skinny, lots of protein and exercise = muscle.

Alright, don't start cluttering my RP sign-up thread with this. If you have to continue it, do so through PM's please.

Fine.

(I just meant that you'd be all muscle and no fat.)

Anyways, how big do you want this to get Dr.?

Well if the players don't peter out and leave, then we can probably take on two or three more people? Yeah, probably just TWO or THREE more people. Then we'll start tomorrow or something?

Hopefully we can keep this Rp interesting enough that it will span more than two or three threads, and occur across the US?

I'm definitely a fan of Ghouls; I'm even working on another FanFic that involves them

Reserved, if that's okay?

Name: Arthur Doyle (:shifty:)

Age: 247.

Race: Ghoul.

Gender: Male

Appearance
-Large amounts of skin missing from left cheek, exposing jaw muscles.
-Orange tinted eyes
-Southern Accent (Not really appearance, but...)
-Greenish skin.
-225
-6'3
-built for military.

Personality: Ready for battles, angry person, no time for jokes, cunning, practically devoid of emotions. If something does make him stop and think, it must be dear to him. Never had friends due to Anchorage, war takes friends, Alcoholic, to hide mental wounds and terrible memories.

Weapons: American Military Saber, Pump-Action Shotgun (holds eight)

Gear/Bag: 100 extra shells, 5 cigars, hidden bottle of scotch, x5 brahmin steak, x5 pure-ish water.

Armor: Dirty Combat Armor, customized, braces on leg section, holsters, Saber sheath.

Bio

Born in Point Lookout, he was raised before the Isla Negra company came and turned it into a beach resort. While he was angry that there community was disturbed, he sat in awe over the science they brought with them. His interest was never science itself, but what in could do. His love was always for weaponry, what it could be done with it, and more or less, what it would to others. His temper had never always been this way, but his father repeatedly shooting animals captured his mind. His father taught him about small scale weapons and when he got old enough, was givin access to bigger things. When he was old enough he moved to Atlanta, serving as a Police Officer.

He joined up in the mission to free Anchorage from the Red Chinese, and also to satisfy is gun lust. He returned home, as a battle hardened Sergent, his time there taught him that one should not have friends, only because they'll end up dying. His emotionless stature left him without social skills or friends, which was good, as they all would have died in the Nuking anyways. Slummed around the Atlanta ruins for some time before turning, and roamed the Wastes, looking for accepting people. He finally found them, in The Reservation.
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Not my best work, but I think its good.

Alright Shadow, you've got to work on it a bit. Add more to appearance like weight, height, and body structure. And with personality, add some more detail. It kinda felt stale and to open? Fix those up, and you should be a.o.k

@The Comedian: Sure, you can still join.

ATTENTION EVERYONE LOOKING AT THIS! I AM ACCEPTING ONLY ONE MORE CS, EXCLUDING THE COMEDIANS. ONE MORE PERSON IF POSSIBLE?

Damn, really, those must have slipped my mind, fixed it up a bit.