Wecome to the RP Twisted Cure

The Story

It's the year 2289 in the pacific northwest south eastern part of what was once the state of Washington. The northwest wasn't spared when the bombs fell on the United States. This once lush land is being explored once again after 200 years. There are unknown creatures that could be living in the wastes of Washington. But for the survivors there is a tale of a processed cure for the FEV virus. The only thing is the cure is guarded by the virus itself.
Years before when super mutants were a foe to the Californian Republic some were sent up to find this building and to eradicate the cure, just in case any wanderers think to give the cure to everyone. But those supermutants were never heard from again. As word traveled even the Brotherhood of Steel tried sending troops up to find the cure. But radio broadcasts were white noise after.
Now a group of travelers all excelling in their own skills travel to this find the building named "Odessa" what they don't know is the horrors they will find when they arrive there. The radiation patches still float as thousands of thousands of feral ghouls prowl the wastes.

Character format

Please only use 2 characters when in this RP
use this format to enter

Name:
Gender:
age:
skills:
Gear:
Bio:
misc:

My Characters:

Name: Gary Cogdile
Gender: Male
age: 27
skills: rifles, sneak, repair, energy weapons, and science
Gear: black baseball cap, small reading glasses, merc adventurer suit (but with black sleeves), Laser rifle and laser pistol.
Bio:Born in what was once the state of Wyoming but now the Californian Republic. Gary is a kind but arrogant man who has no discrimination (except super mutants) his family when he was 22 were killed by a group of super mutants as he vow to kill every last one of them from there on. Learning on his travels he became a tools freak and under stood how robots work and other items operated.
misc: Pretty tall hes 6'5" and his left eye is completely blind.

2nd character

Name: David Youth
Gender: Male
age: 232
skills: science, repair, small guns, explosives, and speech.
Gear: armored scientist suit with metal padding up the ying yang, 44 magnum, trench knife
Bio: Back before the bombs fell David was a young scientist working for the US military and was one of the main assistants with developing the deathclaws. Unfortunately he was in a secured test lab with chameleon dna used for the splicing for deathclaws as the bombs fell. Mixed with the radiation David became an unique ghoul unlike anyone else. His DNA had been welded with the chameleon's dna as he was a reptillian hominid. With the aging of the ghouls David is still young but with the advantages of lizard dna he is stronger in day light and has the ability to re grow back his fingers, tail and right foot from his experiences.

Well, you took the scientist robot lover guy <_< thats what I usually play as cause its the only thing I have exp. with. I'll try to brainstorm a char but, I don't know

Doesn't rreally matter he really still is into tech weapons like plasma and laser

I could be your Power Armor specialist =]

Name: Conrad
Race: Ghoul
Age: Appears 20ish
Class: Energy Weapon Specialist / Computer Specialist
Skills: Speech, Big Guns, Melee, Power Armor Maintenance/Usage, Repair
General Appearance: Although he looks only 20 years old(as a ghoul) Conrad has a decayed appearance with a bit darker tone and taller than many of the others, About 6'1". He has only bits of his hair remaining but it is clearly black, while his bright green eyes don't do much to welcome Wastelanders to his sight
Clothing/Armor: Wears T-4x Power Armor, and a duster when his is not on a job.
Weapons: Always carries his Gatling laser and a sledge hammer as his back-up.
Bio: Conrad was in the U.S. Army before the Bombs fell. He dedicated most if not all of his time learning about Power Armor. He was invited into the Power Armor Corps due to his knowledge in its repair and maintenaince, but after the Bombs fell the newly Formed Brotherhood of Steel did not welcome him as a ghoul. He now sells his skills in power armor as a hired gun

hows that?

Name: Silus Garrison
Gender:Male
Age: 32
Appearnace: White, 5'8, 115 pounds(hasnt eaten much lately)
Skills: Small guns, medicine, lockpicking and explosives
Gear: Torn leather jacket, 3 frag grenades, combat shotgun(1 clip), 1 syringe of psycho and 1 of jet, combat knife, some assorted trap making materials(like raiders always have)
Bio: A former slaver who was exiled when he began letting his coldness slip. He was ordered to execute a group of runaways, but he waited to long to pull the trigger. The others had thought he was losing it for a while and this event was the last straw. They left him behind and put a bullet in his leg and took his gear. Eventually, he crawled away and dug out the bullet with knife he was supposed to kill himself with. Once he could walk, he scavenged the waste and found a shotgun and a small bundle of grenades. He's been walking north ever since with only chems for a crutch.

Really good both are accepted and if you guys like we could start I have all night here

ooc: im good to go, i got time too

OOC: Lets go and for people joining later on just either have your character find ours when we are there or have him or her catch up with us.

IC: One thing the northwest had that California and DC didn't have was rain, the region notorious for its precipitation didn't die from the bombs nearly 210 years ago. But rain was deadly now from radiation if you got any on you, your skin would burn but that wasn't a problem for ghouls as David stuck his extremely sharp tongue out to catch it in his mouth.

"Ugh thats disgusting!" Gary said as he hid his head behind his right shoulder. All the non ghouled people were hiding under shanty metal walls built up for travelers passing by. The only thing is the rain had been falling for days as the group had to send the ghoul comrades out to fetch food and such. The rain was rusting the shanty walls even more as Gary smoked one of his last cigarettes.
"Hey you got any left?" David said with his snakish lisp his sharp pupil looking down at Gary's hand with strong vigilance.

"Nope I'm all out Dave ol boy" Gary said as he stomped it out. Dave pulled out his 44 and let the rain clean out the greased barrel of it, then tipping it over to let everything out. For a ghoul Dave's skin wasn't charred, ripped, dry, bloody or anything disgusting most ghouls have. He looked like a lizard's head on a human's body with a tail and a dorsal fin as his so to speak "hair"

Gary toyed with his blind eye taunting David by pushing it in and out sticking his tongue out. Dave rolled his eyes at such immaturity. Gary looked at his extremely clean trench knife, unlike most knives you found around the entire country his was perfectly stainless steel and wasn't dirty or rusted. He pressed the tip of the bayonet at his temple and tapped it as he thought about how many bottle caps the brotherhood or any ghoul would pay for the cure at Odessa.

OOC: Around 5 am PST I'll be gone for the entire weekend so I hope more people show up to keep this baby afloat.

Silus found himself under a tree, hiding from the rain. "I can't seems to escape pain lately," he softly mutterd to himself, "Maybe... I should end it all. Maybe I don't deserve to live after what I've done." He pulled his shotgun and rested his chin on it. His shaking fingers gripped the action. (edit)Someone behind seemed to call out to him, but he ignored them. Now his breathing was uneasy and stressed. " I've torturted so many people. I had no right to make myself better than them," this time louder. He looked up to the sky and pushed back the action. A drop of rain struck his face but he didn't scream in pain. He put his hand on the stock right behind the trigger. "Alright," he said as he slid his thumb over trigger. "NO!" he shouted and cast the gun aside,"What I deserve is to sit here and suffer. Death is the easy way out. The devil will get me later"

IC:

As minutes seemed like hours and hours like days the group had nothing to do. The rain hindered their progress on getting to the building. But if the powers that be did this then that cure must be something else.
Dave was taking off the last of his shed skin from his tail as he spotted silhouettes out in the fog and rain. They seemed human shape but they didn't smell right. Pulling out the 44 again David stealthfully followed the shadows.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Gary whispered in response to Dave's sneaking. Without even answering Dave just turned his head and said "shhhhh." The silhouettes appeared clearer to him as he now recognized what they were. With a small noise resembling a raptor like in the old dino movies Dave use to watch as a child, He alerted Gary to the danger. Gary followed the shanty wall to get close to David. Pulling his laser rifle off his back Gary touched Dave's back to notify him he was ready for anything.

"Ferals" David whispered as his eyes followed the closest one's movements every millisecond. The creature was entirely emaciated and disgusting. Both of its eyes were gone but that wasn't needed their smell seemed to be enhanced just like with all ghouls. With a name tag hanging from its knee saying *Hello my name is Jo--* the rest of it was burnt and damp. But who ever Jo was he was about to have his lesser brain be spread into the air.
Dave had "Jo" in his revolver's iron sights about to pull the trigger and on the opposite ghoul was being targeted by Gary's small fold out scope he built into his rifle. But right before the 2 were about to fire simultaneously another ghoul crept around the corner right in the faces of both of them knocking the 2 over on their ass. The feral began to scream its gargling scream as Jo and the other suddenly raised their heads and sprinted towards Gary and David.

David let out a huge roar he earned from his genetic alteration alerting the other survivors to get ready for a horde of ferals to come and rip them limb from limb. As the pitter pattering of the multiple ghouls became louder and louder some group members who had no combat experience ran, one even said "F#%k this I'd rather burn then get eaten!" but just as he left the shanty a raindrop dropped in his eye as the man flew back and pushed over one of the wall and ceiling covering the caravan. Being exposed and in pain the man soon had all of his skin and shirt melted away until he stopped. He had died from the pain.
Back at the end of the caravan gun fire exploded in front of them and lights flared further up ahead.

Lasers and bullet reports sounded off in the distance. Silus drew himself, covered his head, and ran straight toward the sound. He had nothing to lose and he might do some good. As he ran a horrid gurgling roar came up on him. A feral charged him. Silus drew his knife and readied himself. The ghoul swung onw claw at him which Silus grabbed and twisted. As the ghouls bodie was forced sideways, he drove his knife into its throat then its chest before dropping the beat. He delivered one solid kick to its head and ran on with his shotgun in one hand.

IC:
"F%$K! there has to be like 30 of these poor bastards!" Gary said as his laser rifle fired off his microfusion cells. The ghoul that had startled them earlier lay on the ground as his blood filled cranium leaked and streamed down hill. Dave had full attention on clearing all of these ferals before more came so without any warning David stole Gary's bayonet and ran out towards some of the ghouls.
With his amazing reflexes Dave jumped in the air and stabbed the first one in the skull. It went limp but the knife stuck as Dave swung the corpse around on a handle with one hand. The bayonet soon became a flail as the body ripped apart hitting its brethren. The body now was just a neck and head left as he pushed the head off.

Dave flipped the bayonet and backwards for downward slashes. More feral ghouls surrounded him as they were confused to why another ghoul was fighting. He lundged again and with a back swing the blade slipped into and out the cheek of a female feral. Gary had his mouth open the entire time as he watched his reptile friend skillfully like a kung fu movie face off 40 to 50 feral ghouls single handedly. But soon a large feral entered the picture although still looking hungry the larger alpha feral elbowed Dave down to the ground. As the ferals didn't interfere with their leader's fight they turned their head back to Gary sanctimoniously as Gary's eyes widened.

"Oh [censored]!" he raised both his laser rifle in his right hand and his pistol on the left with the weight imbalance his aim was off but it didn't matter when shooting into a rushing crowd. Several ghouls fell to the ground as their shins split in half. Others' skulls were turned to dust from the heat of the laser rifle's ammo. Other ghouls (non ferals) entered the picture to help David fight the monstrous behemoth(OOC: think tank in L4D) they jumped on his back and shot off their 10mm into the back.

ooc: cool some original style ghouls. makes sense with mutation

IC: Through the heavy rain, Silus saw more silhouettes all headed in the same direcetion as him. He knew something bad was happening. He ran even faster now hoping there was time to help someone and start to redeem himself. The sight of the mass of ghouls shocked him. He wasn't to seeing so many ghouls and seeing what looked one massive ghould stunned him even more. He armed one grenade and hurled it into a mass of ghouls and tearing them apart. Next he sent 3 blasts into the horde and took knocked down several ghouls and and disrupting a small section. Several turned on him and he drove his shot stock into the first ones face, swung it sideways into another, and slammed the side of his fist into a third. When another group charged, he blasted the front runner and knocked the group.

Silus shouted like a mad man. One the wounded ghouls pulled his leg out and hit the ground and sank into the mud. The ghoul was crawling up his body and he'd lost his gun. It's wretched breath made him gag so he slammed it face into the mud. Silus fought to stand up but more tried to maul him. Rotten teeth snapped in his face as the held them back. With one more shout he broke one's skull over another and continued to scramble up. One ghoul has still alive in the mud. The raged man crawled forward and punched it madly in the back of the head.

Somewhat victorious, he drew his gun from the from the ground and fired a wild shot. Amongst the masses, he could see people were definitley alive. Now he was ready to die if he felt like he was going to do one good thing. Suddenly the large ghoul came to mind. That thing was the biggest threat and these people probably needed the most help with that. Silus charged down the line and shoved down several ferals. Once he was within throwing distance, he hurled 1 of his 2 last grenade right behind the monster.

Name:Pvt. Vlad Revnov
Age:25
Race:Soviet
Description: 6'3" is very muscular, brown hair, rugged brown goatee
Equipment:Camo fatigues with a black kevlar vest, Ushcanta, black .50 cal Desrert Eagale, and a black Ak-74 with gernade laucncher mounted on the bottom.
Bio: When he was young he was trained to be a Spetznaz. His training taught him to shoot and basic military skills. Was sent to America from the Motherland.
Him and company were deployed by airship into North Western USA. But his squad met a horrible demiss when a large group of ferals overran his squad which was holed up in an old school. He survived because he was scouting ahead in the wastes where he has been stuck in a cave for a few days.


May I join?

I'll join if allowed
Name: Marcus Danning
Gender: male
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'11 185 pounds
Skills: small guns, sneak, security, melee weapons
Equipment: motorcycle helmet, leather armor, scoped .44 Magnum with 500 bullets, combat knife, hunting rifle, 10 frag 'nades, 3 mines
Bio: Lived in a large settlement that was overran by giant scorpions, everyone died except for him, he went to the ammo shed and escaped, where he wandered in the waste, and met silus.

"Good Lord," he said, as he hid under a metal sheet, "He, you over there, I think the rain is winding down!"

ooc: im not in charge and i dont have a problem with tieing your character in with mine, but ive already made 3 posts and entered the action without you mammoth, so i think you need a different way to connect to me.

"What are you doing all the way out here in this hellstorm?"

ooc: in order to accomadate you ill add this one piece to my post where i almost commit suicide, but my guy is still off by the caravan under seige.

"Come on rain stop!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's burning through the metal like acid!"

ooc: just a suggestion, mammoth, but i think the best way for to get into the action is to get swarmed by ghouls in your little alcove.

Ummmm if im not aloud im soory but I just want the be in the action.

Vlad jumped up when he heard gunfire. He waited for a break in the rain and sprinted to the gunfie. He took cover under a tree close to the batle feild. He saw many ghouls. He began shooting wildly with his AK. A small swarm of ghouls rushed him. He quickly brought them down.

ooc: im sure your fine, the guy in charge said he'd be gone for the weekend, so guess we have to take care of the ghouls

ic: Silus found himself in a bloodfury that he hadn't felt in ages. With very little ammo to fire, he went to madly slashing ghouls with his knife and throwing blows in every direction. He was malnurished and unfit to fight but he carried on. The large ghoul was infront of him now. Earlier he had blasted it with a grenade and two more survivors were fighting it. In mad rush, he let forth another mighty cry and let loose the rest of his ammo into the face and shoulders of the beast.

As Conrad slowly lumbers toward the caravan that hired his services he noticed the shots and beams,
he could make out a large figure sihouetted against the darkness.
There better not be any damn Mutant Behemoths out here...
He continues foward thinking the entire caravan can take the lonely behemoth, when he notices several outher figures running quickly,
he got closer and closer when he noticed a smell, he knew that smell, ferals.
He raised his Gatling Laser and rushed in focusing on the huge feral, the beams brought it down to its knees.
About to unleash another barrage, a group of ferals come at him.
Quickly he drops the Laser and brings around his sledgehammer in time to make contact with one of the ferals, he hears the crack of a splitting skull.
Conrad elbows and knees his way out of the several ghouls' hands, the sharp edges of his armor slicing them like butter.
He brings around his sledgehammer hurling a ghoul into another one, he then brings the sledge crashing down onto another ghoul, splitting its head open like a watermelon.
Conrad picks up his laser and lets off a barrage into the few remaining ghouls around him.
He starts off toward the caravan watching his "bosses" continue to fight off the huge ghoul.
They better not die before i get my pay
He runs after the behemoth, letting of a barrage as he runs.

Seeing the massive horror drop to the ground, Silus became overconfident. He dropped the empty clip from his weapon and swung indiscriminantly at the regular ferals around him. One rushed forward and brought decrepit hand across his face. The cut was vicous and the drizzling rain was worse than vinegar. Caught up in the pain, the ghoul toppled Silus. His rage peaked. One of Silus's hands shot forth and gripped the ghoul's face and started twisting its head around. Silus grabbed his last grenade and slammed it into his opponents temple and cast the limp body aside.

ooc: sorry, i just havent been able to do much but violently kill ghouls

OOC: Alright I'm back

IC: Gary noticed as the rain subsided like a person put their hand in the way of a shower stream. He rushed out and went back to back with Dave they both scanned the battlefield seeing so many different people help out take out these brainless mucks. Gary quickly pulled Dave's revolver out of its holster.
"Hey!" David said with a growl, "I'm just getting you back for stealing my bayonet ya lizard!" Gary answered back as he fired off the 44s into the weightless zombies. Dave jammed the knife into the skulls and throats of the ferals pretty quickly as a pile began to pop up like a sandbag pit. The fight had taken a turn for the better when a ghoul entered with a flame thrower "Get out of the way I've got this mess" He said with his scruffy voice. Everyone broke free from what they were fighting and flew back up the hill near the shanty path.
The ghoul blasted the ferals as all of them screamed in pain and slowly as if they were a geeky nerd fell down. The burning smell of irradiated ghoul flesh was putrid.