» Fri May 27, 2011 9:24 pm Backstory
July 2218- South Western United States
The seven large ruggedly constructed windmills slowly spun around in the air, producing electricity for the settlers down at the base of the mountains, in a small town called: Rock Hound. It was a normal little town, they traded with other neighboring settlements and towns, for clothing, weapons, and other essentials needed to survive the harsh South Western United States. Raiders were all to common out here, most coming up from what used to be Mexico and the surrounding mining caverns. The town was almost on constant alert, making sure that the Raiders were driven off before they could do much damage.
Mercenaries were a common sight in the town, and most practically lived in Rock Hound as unofficial citizens, but were allowed to stay because of their business. But the Raiders were not deterred from their goal of destroying Rock Hound, and taking it for themselves. Tribals in the area were not bothered by the Raiders, most had gruesome and disgusting scenes of Raiders who had tried attacking, but had been cut open and put up on tall poles to rot away.
Rock Hounds Sheriff and Mayor, Mr. Johnson, was a tough man. He had been a Mercenary during his younger years, and knew how Mercenaries and Raiders thought. He was a good leader, keeping his people protected from Raiders and even drunken Mercenaries that got to out of hand.
A large sand storm was heading towards the town of Rock Hound, but this sand storm was no ordinary sand storm. Most just blew through, and continued on. But this sand storm was bringing something with it. What it was, no one knew. No one knew if it was Raider, Slaver, or even human at all. But whatever it was, the town of Rock Hound would never be the same.
After a small attack from these creatures left Rock Hound in shambles, Mayor/Sheriff Johnson was in complete war mode. He gathered all the Mercenaries in town, and had began forming a small town militia that would act like a small standing army. But they were not as well armed as most of the Mercenaries, wielding pitch forks, shovels, beaten up shotguns and rifles would do nothing to these large powerful creatures. All Sheriff Johnson had to go on was that they came with the sand storms, concealing their numbers and what they looked like. Those who did see them, were either already dead or dying of severe injuries.
Sheriff Johnson ordered the Mercenaries that were still around, to search in the direction the large creatures had come from. They Mercenaries were at first reluctant to go, but Sheriff Johnson bribed them with several hundred caps, sweetening the deal obviously. So the search party of 20 Mercenaries was off, taking with them all that they could, and would need to fight these large creatures.
As the days passed, and about a week passed with no word or body coming back, Sheriff Johnson began to worry. Had he sent those men and women to their deaths? If so, it was very disheartening to Sheriff Johnson, and he began to become quite sheltered. For days no one say him, he stayed hidden inside his house which was also the jailhouse for the town. But then, after three weeks, a lone Mercenary, bloody and tired collapsed of dehydration at the entrance into the town.
After the local doctor fixed the Mercenary's wounds, and got him enough fluids inside him, the Sheriff appeared and spoke alone with the Mercenary. The man spoke of large beast, their yellow skin was like stretched leather. They had massive arms and veins that bulged out. They both knew it was Super Mutants, but not the same type of Super Mutants they had seen before. These one's were much taller, still smaller than a Behemoth, but just as deadly. That detail gave Sheriff Johnson the spirit he needed to start working again. The town quickly sent messages to all the surrounding settlements and towns, asking those who would fight to defend Rock Hound to come. The messengers sweetened the deal with the thought of hundreds of caps. Suddenly a flood of Mercenaries and other wastelanders flooded into the town, preparing defenses that could stand up to these new Super Mutants.
As the town prepared itself against these new Super Mutants, something still wasn't completely right about them. What made them suddenly come to Rock Hound, what was leading them?
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Your Introduction
You are a Mercenary, told about these new Super Mutants and are wanting a piece of the action. These new Super Mutants are like none you've ever seen or heard of. The only unique type of Super Mutant you've heard of are the one's that the Master had created, but these are a whole new form of Super Mutant, completely separate from those you know of. You can be of any profession, just don't have anything to overly Uber. I'd like the group to be a bit diverse, and not just have a bunch of heavy gunned Mercenaries with a Fat man or Missile Launcher, and a Shotgun to boot. Make your characters diverse from the others in someway. Maybe for example have a guy/woman that's good at explosives and melee, to make it a bit diverse?
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Rules: If you've Rp'd in more than once, you should already know the basic rules. But just to add one: Use Common sense.
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Character Sheet
Name
Age
Race
Gender
Appearance
Armor/Clothing
Weapons
Misc
Personality:(I don't want a bunch of loners who don't talk all the time, and think there so [censored] because they don't talk to anyone. Diversity is key in this Rp that will be based on team work.)
Bio
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I will put my character sheet up once two or four begin posting character sheets.
