http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1110862-experimental-rp-fan-fic-hybrid/. Check the link, if you haven't already, to see how it'll be set up and done. Also, if you have any questions, they go there, but be sure to check if your question hasn't already been answered. If so, and you still need some clarification, PM me. So with that, here's the Sign-up Thread.


The Unknown War

Backstory

The majority population in the NCR, and throughout most of the West Coast, has never heard of this war, or ever seen any conflict from it, that landed on their doorstep. All that’s ever been heard of the war, that the majority of the population has known about, is the collapse of one of the truly secretive and warring faction with the NCR and the OHAA. This faction was called Cyber Corp., and in Cyber Corp. a large profit of Cybernetic operations were done to those who had very life changing injuries. Hands, arms, legs, feet, and even some more internal changes were done to people, making them into what is known as a Cyborg. This was no secret to the public, for Cyber Corp. helped many, and to them, they were a helpful source of restoring old lives with new mechanical limbs and organs. But there was always resistance to such procedures, mostly from religious fanatic groups who spoke out heavily against Cyber Corp. and what they were doing.

This had little effect on Cyber Corp., but soon, after some people who’d had operations complained, the NCR Government was forced to intervene in the situation. Digging up all they could find on Cyber Corp. What they found, deep, deep, deep, into Cyber Corp. files, were illegal augmentations of humans. They were illegal in the sense, that Cyber Corp. did these operations on the side, in small back alley homes and rooms, and had had to deal with no taxation for doing such.

But this was not the only thing that Cyber Corp. had gone against. Ethical and Moral grounds, which Cyber Corp. was instructed when it first came to be, not to break, had actually been broken thousands of times with patients. Most of the illegal augmentations were ethical or moral problems to most not getting them, including such things as brain augmentations, eye augmentations, and weapon augmentations that were done for some unknown reason. These files were kept quiet, and only the NCR Government and Cyber Corp’s CEO Staff talked about it. It seemed that a fight was brewing, and it could go either way.

As secret talks were held and little done, a leak from somewhere in either the NCR Government or Cyber Corp had given the media some very interesting information. This information involved the illegal augmentations to people; some of who had done it just to become newer, and able to do more things. When the news leaked, the NCR Government quickly came to say that talks were being held on the matter, and everything would be settled in a week or two. Little did either side know, an anti-Augmentation force had grown and when the news leaked, and the NCR Government spoke, this group struck. Cyber Corp buildings and employees were attacked, played off by the NCR as an everyday homicide or political statement from some small time group.

The Secret War was starting, and as it started, those who’d been helped by Cyber Corp gave their support of Cyber Corp who quickly gave the Cyborgs new augmentations to protect themselves. Mostly they were Weapon Augmentations that were highly illegal in the NCR. As this Cyborg army grew, so did the anti-Augmentation forces; better known as the Organic Humans Against Augmentation or the OHAA. While one side of the war was fought through the media, and protests, a new war with guns, death, and people against cyborgs was starting as well.

The Cyborgs held no official name, as they were secret and often worked alone, and through political events and actions of Cyber Corp, the NCR was secretly thrown into the fire as well, siding with the OHAA while to the public it acted as a moderator, between the OHAA and Cyber Corp.


Current Times

It has only been a month since the secret war between Cyber Corp and it’s enemies: The NCR and Organic Humans Against Augmentations (OHAA), began. So far, the only news coverage of the war has been covered in many different ways. No declaration of war has been set, and no documents on the war, without a certain security status are given out or even mentioned. Most of the Secret War’s casualties have been shown through the media as missing persons, homicides, suicides, and other such things.

So far, the war has gotten nowhere for any side. One death is met with another, and another, and another, the cycle seemingly to never end. Cyber Corp’s Cyborg soldiers, have no uniform or crest to show their sides. Neither does the OHAA, but the two seemingly have a way of finding each other when the time calls for it. The NCR is the only one easily spotted, but most of their soldiers are left alone, Cyber Corp not wanting them involved anymore than they already are. Fighting two foes would increase Cyber Corp’s stain already in the fight.

There are no front lines, there are no heavy weapons like in a conventional war. This was is very low key, yet high cost war, only those in it are aware of it’s existence. For the Cyborgs, they don’t operate like a conventional army or street gang like the NCR and OHAA do. The Cyborgs blend with their surroundings, their people, striking when needed and hardly ever in teams like the NCR or OHAA. This is their advantage, but still little headway is made in either sides way of fighting.

Shady Sands, Los Angeles, New Arroyo, and the Hub are the most fought places in the NCR, with New Vegas being the top most fought over of the others, not in NCR territory or under full NCR control. These cities have been ravaged by the war, but just looking at them with unknowing eyes, it is impossible to tell the devastation these cities have received because of the fighting. The year is 2277, and war has come to your doorstep.


Your Intervention in this Secret War

You are a Cyborg, either because of an old accident, problem, or just because you wanted to be augmented, it doesn’t matter, you’ve been thrust into this Secret War with the NCR and OHAA. You have no support, little contacts, and for the most part are working alone against NCR and OHAA forces. Though there are times, when team work is needed and asked of, and the call goes out for support on attacking a known NCR Weapons shipment or a large OHAA Death Squad. The Secret War has begun, and there’s nowhere to go but forward; whether that’s to death or victory, nobody can tell in these early weeks of fighting all over.

So basically, you play a lone Cyborg out in this secret war, fighting alone or with others, that’s up to how you want to play something out. (This can also include NPCs) I’m giving you as a player free leeway on how your part of the story goes, but of course I’ll give you all something to do when the time calls for it. You’ve got the basic story, and I’m giving you the ability to run with it, make up your own character Cyborg’s story in this. You are a special Cyborg, who may or may not have certain Augmentations that allow you to do certain things. You’re not an Android, so you can’t do everything someone else does, and better. Make your character unique, and hope to see some good stories.

Remember though, that following the basis of the story I’ve set up, is what your character should stay in, but think of this as a movie that shows the various points of view from various different characters. They all have their own little story to tell in the event, and sometimes their lives intertwine together. I will continue to progress the backstory as things move on, and will give little insights to what the NCR and OHAA are doing, but remember, no Foreshadowing.

At times in the RP/Fan Fic, I will give you updates from the NCR and OHAA sides, that your character may or may not care or pay attention to at all, or maybe he/she will? It’s all up to you.


Rules: Follow these

1. You are Boss/God/Superman-woman of your Character, and your story. Just keep within the context of what I’ve given so far.

2. Don’t have too Uber explosive characters that are too powerful/skilled. You are limited to five total Augmentations, of your choosing. Whatever they may be.

3. No double posting, unless on accident. If so, delete your second or first post so there’s only one actual post for the RP/Fan Fic Hybrid.

4. Be kind to the other players, and get along. Any disputes that occur through partnering up or actions, bring them to me and I’ll handle them.

5. Any questions during the Rp/Fan Fic Hybrid, come ask me through PM.

6. No Foreshadowing of characters or events, it takes away from the excitement and fun.

7. The posts may be as long as you like, but please do keep them some good length since Fan Fictions usually aren’t a paragraph or small sentence. They’re detailed and since it’s your story, I’d like to think you’d add what detail you wanted and action.

8. Post as often as you like, but do try and keep the story up in a reasonable amount of time. Of course, life does get the best of us, so we have to be taken away. It’s fine, I understand.

9. HAVE FUN!


Character Sheet Template: Use it

Name:
Age: (Keep it reasonable)
Race: (Obviously no Super Mutants or Ghouls.)
Gender:

Height:
Weight:

Eye Color:
Hair Color:
Skin Color:

Hair Length:
Hair Style:
Facial Hair:

Physical Build:

Personal Augmentations: (You may have one or two of the same Augmentations as another player, but only five Augmentations for your character total. (Or less if you want?) The same limbs, such as legs and arms, I will allow as one augmentation themselves. Choose wisely. Also, these Augmentations, depending, may be either covered with a synthetic skin like an Android's metal body, or be exposed. But remember, there are dangerous people looking out in the war for Augmentations.)

Clothes/Armor: (No Combat or Power Armor. Leather, etc. is allowed however.)
Gear: (Food, First Aid, Ammo, etc.)
Weapons: (Five total, if you have a weapon augmentation, try to keep them to only two or three. The rest must be something physically different from your augmentation weapon(s). Plasma weapons are off limits.)

Location: (Shady Sands, New Arroyo, New Vegas, The Hub, etc. Where you’re character starts in your story.)
Home/Safe House: (Only one main, doesn’t matter where. You may add others into the story, but of course they shouldn’t be your main Home/Safe House. But of course, you don’t need to have a home if you don’t want. Safe Houses are nice though.)
Bio: (A little bit of information on your character before the fighting, and why they became a Cyborg. As well as whatever else you might want to add in.)

And remember, that it's your own story, but some players may add events that would be deemed large enough to effect or at least be noticed, overheard, etc. by the other characters. So keep that in mind. Example being, gunshots in a slum town, large explosion, etc.
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MY CS

Name: Victor Denton
Age: 32
Race: Caucasian Human Cyborg
Gender: Male

Height: 5’10
Weight: 190lbs

Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Skin Color: Olive

Hair Length: Short
Hair Style: Short Messy Spiked Hair
Facial Hair: None

Physical Build: Well Toned (soldier look)

Personal Augmentations (Arm and Eye Augmentations are visible): Both arms have been replaced with full Augmentation (allowing Victor to pick up more weight than normal), Right Eye Augmentation (allowing Victor to see a little more than 10 Miles), Mild Brain Augmentation (Allowing Victor an increase in the amount of knowledge kept inside his head he can just save on file and find later. Also is able to upload or read data from computers through a wire jack in the back of his neck, just above the hairline).

Clothes/Armor: Worn Black Military Boots, Worn Khaki Cargo Pants, White T-shirt, Worn Black Leather Biker Jacket w/NO SURRENDER stitched on the back, Black Gloves, Sunglasses, Underarm holsters.

Gear: Weapons Repair Kit, First Aid Kit, 5x Big Horner Jerky, 7x Canned Foods, 4x Beer, Water Canteen, Map, 3x Stealth Boys, Extra Magazine and Ammunition Clips.
Weapons: Mini-Uzi, Glock 17 Pistol, Winchester Sawed-off 12 Gauge, Galil SAR

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: Goodsprings
Bio: Victor Denton was, before his Cyborg changes, a normal human being living in the NCR. During his younger advlt years, Victor decided to join the NCR Rangers and help fight Slavers, Raiders, and others he saw to be the scum of the wasteland. The Rangers gave Victor the skills, mindset, and ability to be all he could be, without the intervention of others from outside. He did what he pleased, being called like the rest of the NCR Rangers, on the payroll of the government under the name: Government Thug. In a way, during those early years, the NCR Rangers were somewhat of a thug united force, but they were like that because of what they’d had to do to adapt to fighting their more barbaric counterparts, the Slavers, Raiders, etc.

A couple years passed, Cyber Corp. was just getting its start at the time in Los Angeles, and Victor was sent on patrol to look for suspected Raiders and Slaver teams lurking around a small NCR settlement in the Mojave Wasteland. There was already a few NCR Rangers in the town, but Victor’s team was meant to patrol farther out, trying to pinpoint the enemies location. They were there for months, and still there was no sighting or patrol that could find the Slaver and Raider base from where they operated. This caused a strain on Victor, as the small town was starting to resent the NCR Rangers being there. But there was nothing they could do, Victor and his fellow platoon commanders were stuck. The settlers didn’t want them there, the Slavers and Raiders didn’t want them there, but the NCR Military Command ordered them to stay there.

Well, on one fateful day while returning from another two day patrol out in the Mojave, Victor and his fellow Platoon Commanders were suddenly told by their subordinates, that there was a large dust kick up on the horizon. The commanders all rushed to see, spotting it without the need of binoculars. An hour passed, everyone watching what it was. The orders for battle stations was already given, and the NCR Rangers were all battle ready. Suddenly, through the dust, a large group of Slavers and Raiders was coming at them. They were out of range for anything heavy, so they had to wait.The battle that ensued would cost Victor dearly.

When the fighting started, it was complete chaos. Four large assaulting platoons of Raiders and Slavers had attacked, the town quickly being surrounded and soon through the enemy forces were inside the settlements walls, fighting the NCR street for street, building for building. The settlers were caught in the cross fire, with little knowhow of combat situations. Many were killed, and a lot of lives on all sides were lost. Victor was assumed to be one of them, for during the fight, Victor had been fighting in one of the streets when an explosion rocked him back, throwing him against a building wall. This is where Victor lost the use of his natural right eye, and would get it augmented a couple years later. The chaos that surrounded the NCR Ranger was too much, and soon there were no lines or knowing who controlled what building or street, it was complete urban fighting chaos, with Raiders, Slavers, and sometimes NCR Rangers shooting at their own.

As the fighting continued, Victor was caught in another explosion, this time loosing feeling in his left arm. He could still move it, but all feeling was gone, his nerves had been destroyed somehow in the explosion. It seemed to Victor that his body was starting to crap out on him, he’d never survive the fighting the way he was, but he did. Or at least, he survived the chaotic fighting to the end, and was evacuated from the combat area. When Victor arrived at the first aid station, doctors had no choice but to remove Victor’s left arm, and surprisingly to victor his right. He had become useless to the NCR already. His eye was removed, and given an eye patch to keep sand and dust out of the socket. Why they removed Victor’s right arm,was because he showed signs of nerve damage as well, along with splinters of shrapnel all over. In all the chaos, Victor hadn’t realized any of it, and continued on fighting.

Eventually, Victor was healed up, news from the fighting had come that the NCR had sent fresh Rangers to the battle and repelled the Slavers and Raiders from the settlement, and had destroyed their forward operating base that was many more miles than Victor or the others had thought it could be. After being rehabilitated, Victor was given an honorable discharge from the NCR Rangers, and a nice little paycheck as well to compensate and support him through his continuous living years.

A year passed, Victor, with no arms, right eye, or much will power to live anymore was given the chance to become somewhat whole again. Through underground means that was, and Victor being in the desperate state he was in, accepted. He learned this procedure was through Cyber Corp., and that they had no problem with him paying and other things to get the ball rolling on his new operation. When the operation took place, both of Victor’s arms were augmented and his eye was as well, but at this time all of it was just means to get by, and nothing was too high tech like he’d later receive.

Later, after a few months of living his new life, proud, happy, and now working as a hired Mercenary, Victor returned to those who’d helped him with creating a new life for himself, and began his current augmentations for his job. His arms were replaced with stronger ones, his eye was replaced with a highly advanced one, allowing him to see far distances. He also got a mild brain augmentation, which gave him the ability to file things away like normal people file folders in file shelves. His new augmentations were great, and Victor became a rich Mercenary, and then a poor mercenary, quickly spending his things on guns, women, and booze.

When the problems with Cyber Corp. started, Victor felt indebted to them, and spoke out to those in Shady Sands, and other places in the NCR and Mojave Wasteland about being a Cyborg. But of course, the OHAA always came in force and tried starting fights with Victor and his fellow Cyborgs. After tensions finally rose and broke the meter, Victor was thrown into the war, not only against the OHAA who he despised, but his old NCR. The government had betrayed him, and now he was fighting against them to live and keep the augmentations he’d earned. After all, the NCR had done nothing but given him a paycheck and given him a time of life expectancy with his injuries, then thrown him away. Cyber Corp. gave Victor more to life, and he was thankful for it. To Victor, this Secret War was righteous.

Look's great Dr, here's my sheet.

Name: John Smith
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male

Height: 6’
Weight: 90Kg’s

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Color: Lightly tanned

Hair Length: Medium
Hair Style: Pushed back but not held in a ponytail
Facial Hair: Thick 5 o’clock shadow

Physical Build: Medium Tone, quite fit and strong.

Personal Augmentations: Visible Augmentations: Right arm which has the ability to turn the right hand into a short sword, the hand retracts into the arm and spits out the sword in its place, the process cannot be heard. However it offers no more strength than a regular arm. Eyes, incorporated with night vision but appear as normal eyes would. Ears altered to hear a heart beating over 100 miles away. John has only one non-visible augment and that is his heart, it allows controlled beating and no emotion.

Clothes/Armor: Leather vest with black cargo pants, all covered with a dark brown duster. John wears black cowboy styled boots, on his left hand he wears a black leather glove where as his right hand is just painted black to appear the same. He wears a wide brim hat with a belt of death claw teeth lining the centre.
Gear: 2 Stimpacks, canteen of water/grog, small snacks and a few clips of ammo
Weapons: One silenced pistol and thick piano wire.

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: Sandy Valley
Bio: Before the augmentation, John had a real life, a real name and he felt like a real person. He lived in Sandy Valley, just a stone’s throw away from the big lights of New Vegas, with a family and a well paid job. Deathclaw hunter was the name and hunting them was John’s game and boy was he good. One of the best, his friends used to tell him, he could kill over 5 deathclaws in one day without a scratch on him.

Now deathclaw hunting was quite popular for many reasons, nothing tasted quite like deathclaw meat and so it was valuable in the food market, the bones and claws of a deathclaw were also made into weaponry due to their strength and durability, and finally it was a worthy test of skill and with the job came much respect, something that was hard to come by in the wastes. John’s full time occupation was hunting the beasts and although the few hunters travelled out into the wastes together, they all hunted alone.

Now despite what you may think, John’s augmentations didn’t come from a deathclaw hunt that went wrong, the injuries that resulted in the augmentation came from a much more unstable and deadly species, humans.

It was like any other day, the barely working lorry chugged along what was left of the road, deep into the desert and deep into deathclaw territory. A number of residents had been lost out that way recently due to increased deathclaw numbers, their breeding patterns and nest were unknown, in fact, almost nothing was known about the creatures. Sitting in the back of the truck was John and all his mates, drinking and laughing, un-phased by the upcoming hunt.

However this time something was different and skilled hunters such as these should have picked up on it, there hadn’t been a signal deathclaw sighting the entire time and there wasn’t even a trace of any packs. Still the lorry chugged along with its driver and passengers none the wiser. Suddenly there was a loud screeching noise coming from one of the mountains nearby, the sound grew louder as what looked like a ball of smoke approached the truck. By the time the driver realised it was a projectile, it was too late.

The rocket hit the road just before the truck, sending shrapnel and rock hurtling towards the front window. The driver was struck and killed instantly, the truck itself swerved sharply and overturned. The people inside, including John, were tossed around like rag doll’s until the truck finally screeched to a halt. John was badly injured, his right arm was mangled and he was losing blood fast. As for his mates, one had died but the rest seemed to pull up with only minor injuries. They carried John out of the overturned truck and into the open. Frantically they looked around hoping to spot the shooter, unfortunately for them it wasn’t just one shooter it was an entire squad. The hunters attempted to open fire on their unknown attackers but it was no use for their superior firepower. As John began to black out from the blood loss, he managed to witness all his friends being brutally slaughtered.

Sometime later John awoke, strapped down to an operating table in the middle of a lab. Around him were all sorts of utensils and his white gown, which he had been put in, was covered in blood. Although this was the scariest, strangest situation that John had ever been in, he was strangely calm. He felt neither fear nor anger and although he was slightly confused and a bit drowsy he felt quite comfortable.

A strange man in a white coat appeared and began to explain what had happened to John. He explained that over the past month the group called OHAA had been using organized death squads to kill innocent people who had been helped through augmentation. The OHAA believed that a small group of cyborgs were hiding throughout John’s hometown of Sandy Valley; the place was burnt to the ground with its citizen’s brutally murdered. Once the OHAA found there was no cyborg’s to be found, they sent a death squad after the lorry which they believed the augmented humans had escaped in.

That was the reason John and his friends were attacked, however little did the OHAA know, the squad of augmented soldiers were actually hiding nearby in the mountains. They managed to overpower the death squad and send it retreating back to its base. John was found a short time later, barely alive but the only survivor. He was brought back to the lab where he was transformed from a simple hunter into a deadly assassin. John was given an arm that switched the hand for a blade, his eyes were given night vision ability, his ears could hear the highest of pitches and his heart was replaced to control his heartbeat and his emotions.

The only thing the corporation asked for in return for their generosity was for John to work alongside them and fight in the war. John obliged even though he felt no love for his second chance and no hate for the OHAA. He became the ultimate assassin.

Name: Big Georgie
Age: 36
Race: Italian Human Cyborg
Gender: Male

Height: 5’8
Weight: 167lbs

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Olive

Hair Length: Medium
Hair Style: Slicked Back
Facial Hair: Stubble

Physical Build: Built

Personal Augmentations:
Right Arm: Increased Strength
Right Hand: Increased Grip Strength and Dexterity, and naturally Increased Durability when dealing out punishment
Left Hand: Same as Right Hand
Right Ear: Increased Hearing, Augmentation limited to keep natural appearance
Right Eye: Vision Restored and Augmented to allow Streaming Zooming and later Playback

Clothes/Armor: Well Shined Shoes, Tailored Dress Pants, White Long Sleeve Button Up Shirt, Dress Jacket, Sunglasses

Gear: Status as Made Man, Bullet Proof Vest
Weapons: Tommy Gun, Louisville Slugger, .45ACP

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: Gomorrah
Bio:

I started working the Gomorrah tables as a simple dealer. Wasn't that hard really. Keep an eye on the tables and kick out the drunks when they get too far gone. That didn't happen often anyway, whose gonna [censored] with Omerta? Even if some stupid schmuck did there was always some shaved ape ready to lay down a hurting. It was a nice gig.

I talk nice, I keep the svckers gambling, the house makes money, I make money. Everything works out nice. I catch some scam artists this one day. Punk kids think they can count cards, think they're untouchable. No one's going to notice that stupid blonde [censored] brushing her hair back, the Asian schmuck scratching his temple, the old fool paying an awful lot of attention to the first two. I notice though.

I catch the grift and I have my own signal. Two shaved apes drag the three of them out and make them an offer they can't refuse. Those Omerta boys like it. Vito Bagarilla sees what I done and sends his kid Tony down to thank me personal. Tony ****ing Bagarilla, I love the kid.

He loves me too. We make friends real quick. I'm a little guy ya know hence the name, ha [censored] ha, but I can handle my booze. I can handle my Jet, my Buffout, and my women too, should the situation arise. Tony, he [censored] loved it. We'd scam those little NCR punks on the regular. Little guy like me against those big corn fed ****s. I'd drink 'em under the table every time and we'd both collect. If it weren't for Tony and his promiscuous ways I'd probably still be just a card jockey, dealing out blackjack to drunks.

So one day I'm working for the Bagarillas right? Not at Gomorrah 'cuz this is special bets, side bets. So it's just this little run down shack nearby, doesn't have to be fancy. These guys aren't looking for fancy carpets and buffet dinners and flirty women bringing them vodka tonics or some [censored], these guys are looking to gamble. High stakes.

I'm doing my thing, Poker tonight. Tony walks in and he's just strutting through the room, he just shtupped a NCR Officer's daughter in her daddies office. That's probably the only story that could interrupt the gambling tonight but boy does it ever. We're all gathered about and he's giving me the nitty gritty, and I do mean gritty, about his little encounter.

Daddy found out though. He's still telling his story when three black pineapples come rolling in through the door. I get lucky, I know what they are. I reach up and grab Tony by his lapels, I chuck the SOB behind the table. I turn to follow him but it's too late. As the blast goes off I turn my head to the left and throw my arms up to protect my head.

When I woke up Tony was looking over me with this grave expression on his face and his father, Vito, is right beside him with an identical look. I try to move and I get a shock. Nah, not from what I look like, I can't see that yet. I get a literal shock. Seems the technology wasn't quite perfected then, the first few days you'd get some kind of feedback.

That was the beginning of my life as a card dealing cyborg. Don't try no scams on me slick. I've got a cybernetic eye on ya.

Name: Don Salvatore Vargas
Age: 43
Race: Hispanic/Caucasian Cyborg
Gender: Male

Height: 6'7
Weight: 190.Lb

Eye color: Hazel Brown
Hair color: Jet Black
Skin color: Slightly tanned with a little white around the face and arm's.

Hair Length: Medium
Hair Style: Creased to the side

Physical Build: Average complexion, slightly built.

Personal Augmentation's:

Left-Eye: Long-Range Scanner- Average Scanner developed from Pip-boy 2000 proximity scanner, able to detect metallic distortion's and object's from a distance of 2 meter's. Use: Detecting bullet mag's and weaponry on enemy personal.
Left Hand: Palm sized electronic lockpick Mk.II.
Right Hand: Standard Micro-wrench and laser cutter.
Torso: Organically integrated Synthetic Compostie threading. Use: Effective defense against kinetic impact weaponry.

Clothing/Armor: Worn, Dark Brown Trench Coat, Black Boot's and Pant's. Accompanied by Cowboy Hat and Black leather utility belt.

Gear: Utility belt, Portable water purifier, Made-Man of the Top's Casino
Weaponry: 14mm European Crafted Handgun, Basic Stiletto

Location: New Vegas *Gotta be where the action is*
Safehouse: Top's Casino

Bio:

Don Salvatore Vargas was one of Mr.Salvatore's must trusted hit-men, and was responsible for a majority of the assassination's in New Reno after the N.C.R's expansion. Vargas pushed his way up the rank's as a simple bartender to full blown Mobster, and on that way he attracted much attention from the N.C.R Ranger's. Vargas was once contracted to blow up a Slaver Operating Center in New Reno, and he did so, but here's the catch; he blew up the slave's too. The Ranger's were infuriated at the atrocity, pursuing Vargas across the city ruin's for month's. The Salvatore family was limited in influence at the time, and Vargas hadn't the resource's to escape the Ranger's sight. New Vegas was the least friendly place for a N.C.R Ranger, and Vargas found it as his only chance; so he made his escape, leaving behind the Salvatore Family to pursue fortune in New Vegas.

Vargas spent 10 year's in New Vegas, pushing aside the local competition to get himself once again at the rank of Made Man. Vargas continued doing his daily specialty, assassination's, and grew in name as the city was under the grip of Mafia politic's. Vargas got noticed again under the eye of the Ranger's, being pursued by the thing he desired to escape so long ago. Vargas was heavily outgunned, but he had cunning and intelligence. The Ranger's took a tip-off from one of the local casino's and decided to bomb a local bar, hoping they would have killed him. Vargas was already out of their sight, and looked for the quickest solution to his growing Ranger problem. Cyber-Corp gave him the solution, with the most advanced in Scanning technology, so he could spot his foe's from afar, and with lockpicking and laser-cutting augmentation's to escape any situation. Vargas returned to the Strip better than ever, having no visible effect's from his procedure. He continued his reign of terror for three more year's before he came face-to-face with a new threat: The OHAA. Vargas was caught in public using his laser-cutter augmentation, and was subsequently bombarded by OHAA supporter's, almost killed by the mob. Vargas turned his sight's on the new organization, and forgot about the Ranger's completely. Vargas was caught publicly once again massacring an OHAA rally against augmentation's, and was arrested by the N.C.R MP. Vargas spent only a few day's in prison before he escaped, once again on the run. The Top's Casino constantly hired him while he was in hiding, and Vargas couldn't resist the offer to fight back against his enemies.

The Top's turned it's sight's on the OHAA, and Vargas was more than eager to start. His contract's included high-profile N.C.R Officer's, Ranger's, and OHAA Members. Vargas is a man on the run, wanted in every N.C.R state for a bounty of 1,800 N.C.R Dollar's, and is being pursued by the OHAA. He has nowhere to run, and has no other place to go. Don Salvatore Vargas is New Vegas's top hit-man, and he's going to make that name grow by the body count. This is his war against the OHAA.

Damn the [censored] west coast! I'm tired of NCR everywhere! EVERYWHERE!

Reserved

EDIT

A hybrid of a hybrid, man this will be fun! :twirl:

Name: Alex Sherman
Age: 29
Race: Caucasian (Human)
Gender: Male

Height: 5'11
Weight: 170 lbs

Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Light Brown
Skin Color: Nearly Pale White

Hair Length: Medium
Hair Style: Messy (Think Bed Hair)
Facial Hair: Light Stubble

Physical Build: Overall, a smaller than average build.

Personal Augmentations: Visible Augmentations: Both hands are augmented that allow him to perform motions such as typing much faster than a normal human. A brain augment that gives Alex the ability to target and identify objects with the program with pinpoint accuracy. And finally, an augmentation to both of his eyes that gives him the choice to use Infrared vision.

Clothes/Armor: Black Hooded Sweater, Black Denim Pants, Dark Tennis Shoes.
Gear: Ammunition for both weapons, Stimpak, Bulletproof Vest
Weapons: Desert Eagle .44, Silenced H&K P90c.

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: A Reserved Suite in Vault 21
Bio: Alex has always been in the pursuit of knowledge. Before he could start to speak, Alex was interested in books and all the pre-war technology. As he grew up, he began to hack into computers, trying to squeeze out any information he could find. Later on, his skill became useful, as Alex worked for the NCR as a specialist. For a few years, Alex was the man who turned machines against other machines, open safes and bank vaults all for a nice pay. And for a while, it seemed Alex was set for life. He had everything he needed and more, but then came an event that would change Alex both physically and mentally forever.

Nearby New Vegas, Alex was making his way back to Vault 21 when the OHHA was having a violent protest. He barely knew about the whole cyborg controversey, and didn't care about it. So Alex tried to get his way through the crowd and get back to New Vegas. Pushing his way through, Alex was nearly home free until a homemade bomb was thrown towards his face. With almost no time to think, Alex tried to cover his face with his hands. Following that, everything blacked out. That might have been the end for Alex, if it wasn't for Cyber Corp. The next time Alex woke up he noticed his new metallic hands, along with some other enhancements. Turns out that Cyber Corp had been keeping track of him believing that he was a valuable asset. So once they found out Alex was nearly dead, they took him in, gave him new hands, eyes, along with a brain implant and facial recovery to boot. Now with the OHHA out to get him, and the NCR turning their backs, Alex's allegiance seemed to be under Cyber Corp.

Sherman never was a tough guy. He could barely aim with a pistol while he worked for the NCR, let alone get in a brawl with somebody else. The new hands and targeting system definitely helps now, but he still isn't a fan of using his strength. Also, Alex was primarily a night person, usually only coming outside during the day for some mission or an emergency. Wearing the dark clothing helps him when he needs to sneak in bad situation. When Sherman's eyes were replaced, he later found out that he could actually adjust his vision to see through infrared. This proved to be very helpful for him, as Alex can easily track any hostiles nearby. Along with the targeting system in his brain, Alex actually had the ability to aim and fire anything with ease.

With these powerful tools came a price also. Alex never bothered with getting his augmented hands covered up, as he could easily put on gloves to cover them up. And while his eyes would glow red while using his eyes for infrared, he only needed to use the vision when he was in a dangerous environment anyways. However, these were still flaws that if noticed, could get him killed.

This is a great idea, I kind of wish I'd done the same with Sunshine State.

I'd like to propose that everyone title their fan-fictions with The Unknown War before their own title

For example mine might be...

The Unknown War: A Hard 17

That would help everyone know which Fan Fics are within the Unknown War universe.

That's a good idea Mr.Smiley. If you or anyone, want to incorporate that into their posts of the Fan Fics, go right ahead. But there will be a thread that all of them will be posted into, so it might not have to be necessary. Though I'm not stopping anything.

Name: Oscar Malone (never got to use this name)
Age: 24
Race: Human Asian.
Gender: Male

Height: 5'7''
Weight: 40kg

Eye Color: brown
Hair Color: black
Skin Color: Lightly tanned

Hair Length: Short
Hair Style: Straight
Facial Hair: None

Physical Build: Short and thin looking.

Personal Augmentations: A replacement right arm covered with android skin.

Clothes/Armor: Pre-war parkstroller and hat
Gear: Small medical pack and a handheld radio
Weapons: 10mm sub-maachine gun

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: A casino in New Vegas

Bio: Oscar works for an influential group of thugs and smugglers, sneaking tech and munitions from the nearby NCR and sometimes from contacts within caesers legion. Violence is normal for him and he had plenty of it. Clearing out rival smugglers dens, skirmishing with NCR rangers and Legionnaires when they find out about his smuggling.

But this has not always been the case for Oscar, he was born in Vault city one of the most safe and secure plaaces to be brought up. The turrets kept him safe all the time and the first citizen led them well. When he had grown up he looked over the wall and saw that the people of the wastes were without the same level of protection, so after speaking with outside groups he started smuggling weapons and munitions to the outsiders. Needless to say he quickly became very rich.

This newfound wealth made the First Citizen suspicious and he sent security to investigate and after seeing him disappear into an alleyway and pursuing him for a while, found out about his smuggling business. He was exiled from Vault city and told never to return. Fortunately some former smugglers he had traded with remembered him and brought him into their group, training and equipping him and sending him out to deal with rival smugglers.

A short while into his career he became bogged down in a firefight with some Legionnaires, the settlement offered little in the way of cover so casualties on both sides were high. He was shot in the right arm with a sawn-off shotgun and began to bleed profusely, luckily a medic was able to save him but at the cost of his right arm. He spent a year living with only one arm before cyber-corp found him.

Cyber-Corp replaced his right arm, and at his request covered it with android skin. He went back to his old way of life, smuggling and fighting. He was thankful to Cyber-Corp and directed many people to them as a way of repaying them but he never felt that it was enough. When he heard of the OHAA and their mission to eradicate Cyber-Corp he decided to help them in his own way. This was by creating false documents pointing the smugglers to them as having stolen munitions. This tactic has proven useful, with many OHAA being eliminated. Oscar has hopes of finding the leader of the OHAA and killing him, but he is sometimes doubtful he exists.

I like smiley's idea, it helps make the story feel more individual/personal.

Anyways doc when do you plan on starting this up?

Should be started up once everyone's gotten their CS in, and I can write up the OP for the actual experiment. Hopefully not too long.

Reserved please.

Name: Iain Scott
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male

Height: 5, 8
Weight: 170lbs

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color:
Skin Color: Fairly Tanned

Hair Length: Bald
Hair Style: Bald
Facial Hair: Trimmed goatee

Physical Build: Looks quite scrawny and weak to most people. However his legs are surprisingly strong but the muscles aren't usually seen because he wears trousers.

Personal Augmentations: Both legs are augmentations. As well as both feet.

Clothes/Armor: Olive-green t-shirt, navy blue trousers. Doesn't wear shoes, only black wooly socks.
Gear: 3x Purified water, 2x Beef Jerky, 4x Canned Beans, First aid kit,
Weapons: .44 Magnum (6 rounds left)

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: N/A

Bio: A fairly respectable man who goes to the casino regularly, plays blackjack and usually bets big. Born from a rich family who worked as successful merchant, trading goods to the highest bidder.
When Iain was old enough he asked if he could stay at New Vegas and get a house beside a casino. His parents got him what he wanted and bought him a fairly expensive house beside a casino and some spending money to gamble. Iain was a very spoiled young man, he thought of most people as scum, always claiming he was better than them. It was true when it came to Blackjack, Iain usually won the game most of the time. His poker face was good and he had very good guesses and knew when to back out.

None of that really mattered however because one day when having a morning stroll around the street, Iain was attacked. Three men pulled Iain into the alley and beat him senseless. A hard whack on the head by a baseball bat left Iain unconscious.
When regaining consciousness Iain noticed he was lying in a bed, a doctor was by his side. He told him that Iain’s legs had been cut off by the attackers, but if he had the money then biotic legs could be attached onto him.

The doctor also said, when Iain had been knocked out by the weapon it had damaged his brain giving him a bit of memory loss.
It was right, Iain could hardly remember anything about his life, he knew his name, that was all.

The doctor then changed his mind and said that he didn’t have to pay for the biotic limbs, out of kindness. Iain thanked him and the doctor got to work on his legs.

A week later Iain was able to the leave the doctor and try to pick up a few missing memories from his life.
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Well, my CS is up. Hope it meets Strangeglaoves standards.

Looks fine to me Zollum. I think I'll have my OP written up later, so if you haven't already started on yours, do so, because I want to get this ball rolling and see how well this RP/Fan Fic Hybrid can work on here.

Name:Aiden "Rampage" O'Malley
Age:22
Race: Irish/American Cyborg
Gender:Male

Height:6'
Weight:220 lbs

Eye Color:Deep clear blue
Hair Color:Black
Skin Color:Tan

Hair Length:Short
Hair Style:Buzzed with a small mohawk (Think Terrorsaur)
Facial Hair:A trimmed chin strip

Physical Build:Body Builder

Personal Augmentations: Entire torso is shelled in a light, flexible but intensely durable metal. Covered in a synthetic skin that will regenerate and repair itself if torn. Both Arms are cybernetic, with increased strength and the knuckles are made of titanium as apposed to steel, the hands have increased strength to grip as well. Synthetic skin covers both arms as well. Wired reflexes caussing him to react faster and have better reflexes/reaction time.

Clothes/Armor: A well taken care of black hoodie with the words RAMPAGE scrawled across the shoulders, Baggy Faded jeans, and black sneakers
Gear: Stimpak x3 Brhamin steak x6, Insta-soup x5, wet-safe matches, carton of cigarettes,whetstone, 4 speedloaders 30 .357 bullets. 40 .44 shells.
Weapons: Combat knife, .357 Colt Python, 8 inch barrel. .44 Bolt action rifle.

Location: New Vegas
Home/Safe House: Abandoned Warehouse

Bio: Aiden was a kid who grew up on the streets of Boston. His parents slain at an early age. Aiden was allways gifted at one thing, Brawling. He soon made a name for himself in pitfights, earning enough caps to live. Soon enough he was famous, Days full of training, and nights full of psycho filled fist fights then Jet cooled parties. Aiden was taken under the wing of a man named Patty Mcfinnigan. An Irish Mob underboss who saw his way to the big leagues with Aiden, there Aiden fought, undefeated 40-0 He was on fire. The underground fight shows all had his name on their products, and He was living the life, till one night, Patty was so stressed. Aiden wanted to know what the problem was, Word had come down from the bosses, they wanted their new fighter to win and for Aiden to throw the fight. Refusing Aiden went against the goon and knocked him out in the first round. Aiden did his usual ritual and went to party, but on his way he was subdued and taken away my the mafia, he had disobeyed and cost the bosses thousands of caps, They tore him apart, quite literally and left him to die. If it wasnt for A fan of the fights and a certain employee of a certain robotics company. he had taken Aiden in and repaired him with the cyberwear, sure that Aiden would be thankful and pay him some of the hordes of caps the young man must of had, after months Aiden came to, horrified at what he became he killed the employee and fled from the man's basemant, which had been turned into an undeground Lab, Aiden did little with his life, till he heard about the gurrila war breaking out, using some cash he bought some firearms and decided to kick some ass.

I'd actually started a fanfic on a document before this. And it actually has the perfect character for this hybrid, but it's not on this computer, and I was supposed to had made this days ago, so I'm going to try my hardest to remember the plot. Maybe if I get to my [mom's] house I'll find it and change it.
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Name: Theo Grant
Age: 24
Race: African American Human
Gender:

Height: 6'0
Weight: 140 lbs.

Eye Color: brownish green/slightly red in one pupil.
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: Dark Chestnut

Hair Length: Short
Hair Style: Buzz
Facial Hair: Beard

Physical Build: Lean, quite sturdy, but thin structuring.http://forevergeek.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/1_spidey_comicon_sm.jpg without the costume.

Personal Augmentations: The eyesight section of the brain and left eye is synonymous, and inside's are partially hollowed out and replaced with a slightly lighter alloy--a mixture of titanium and aluminum, allowing quicker movement, and including some of the bone structure. Left eye has a microchip in it.

In depth anolysis tells that forehead, biceps, left hand, and calves are titanium-bone. Behind muscles, the inner organs have been mostly redone with aluminum, making them weaker and lighter. Left eye is synthetic, and can scan an enemy or weapon for damage, health, etc. Because of his augmentations, he can run faster, jump higher, move quicker, and strategize better. Only visible sign is left eye, which is slightly red.

Clothes/Armor: Plaid blue shirt, long sleeves rolled up. Black denim jeans, and tims.

Gear: x200 9mm rounds; x200 5.56mm rounds stored in a large bookbag. Nothing else.

Weapons: I'm excited about these. It feels like Christmas!! Do everything in your power to watch the video, its mangasmic.

Dalton/Stanley Tactical A/SRH-C1 (5.56mm)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhron05s1Ng and http://jamiemartindesign.co.uk/img/Assault_Sniper_Rifle_about_3.jpg for above weapon.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/75/Daewoo_K7_SMG_at_Defense_Asia_2006_0.jpg/300px-Daewoo_K7_SMG_at_Defense_Asia_2006_0.jpg (9mm)

PS Real bullets for those weapons too. Neat huh?

Location: New Avalon Inn/Hotel

Home/Safe House: Room 58

As far as the bio, I didn't know if i had to participate in the war, but so far I am in it.

Bio: Always a frail boy, Theo was shot in the head and beaten by his older brother, Ronald when he was 16. But not before being tied down and forced to watch the murder of both his parents and his sister. Slowly, Theo bled out and lost consciousness, but didn't die. Before his death, he was scooped up by Cyber Corps, and became a member of project Mechavengers. He, was subject Spiderman. They took his broken body, and remade it with everything except silk webbing, which was beyond their technology.

Over the years, he honed his abilities; agility, scanning, etc. all with one main purpose: to avenge the death of his family. Eventually Cyber Corps. introduced him to another member of the team, Hawkeye.

Hawkeye, whose real name is coincidentally Clinton, was thrown off the roof of a partially collapsed building after being jumped by a casino owner's lackeys. When they found his body, the only form of recognition was his feathered purple fedora and suit, which only he wore. One and a half years later, he was back in action. Unfortunately, his temporal lobe was smashed after the impact of the fall, so Cyber Corps. replaced the brain matter with an intelligence chip. Because of that chip, he has elevated perception and recognition of auditory stimuli, but also only remembers fragments of himself. They also gave him a crossbow, which is located on his arm, and appears at his will. He still wears his purple fedora with the feather, and suit (which is now washed).

The two men were drafted into the war at ages 17 and 23, as spies/operatives. Clinton being the older of the two, and over the years, Theo had learned to appreciate Clinton as a father, and vise versa. They both had insertions that allowed direct communication with Mechavengers HQ, and were told that more avengers were on the way. Now, they are currently idle, waiting for the next mission briefing, or the next victim of this politically driven disaster.

My brain stopped halfway through the last paragraph, but that's all I got.

I just want to make sure that Havok, you did read the whole Backstory, etc. before making your character. If you did, then you'll have to explain to me, why your character was all the way on the East Coast, in Boston? It's fine, but you'll have to explain more on how he got all the way out West, because Cyber Corp. is only at this point in time known to be in the NCR and Mojave Wasteland, not on the East Coast.

Besides that, everything should be okay.

Also @Ant, this is an RP/Fan Fic, and like I said in the Q/A thread, it's your character and your story. How you go about it is how you want, but you have to keep in the area that the general backstory, etc. has given. So whether you participate directly in the war or not, is up to you and how you want to play your story.

Name: Elias Vendetta
Age: 27
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male

Height: About six feet.
Weight: 93 kilograms.

Eye Color: Bluish-grey.
Hair Color: Black
Skin Color: White

Hair Style: Long ponytail at the back
Facial Hair: Goatee

Physical Build: Muscular and tall.

Personal Augmentations: Metallic exposed eye (left), grey metal apart from the bright red centre which can shoot a small laser but requires a long recharge, exposed metallic hand of a sleek silver colour, exposed metallic leg, grey colour, several internal organs replaced by machines. He also has a brain chip, but he is unaware of it.

Clothes/Armor: Old and battered leather armour without a helmet.
Gear: Several days supply of energy food and military-grade provisions, two stimpacks, one jet canister and some ammo for his pistol and shotgun.
Weapons: 9mm pistol, combat shotgun and jammed assault rifle.

Location: Shady Sands
Home/Safe House: Small apartment in Shady Sands
Bio: Elias Vendetta was a banker, and a very wealthy one at that. But he had two vices; jet addiction and gambling. He lost his fortunes on the roulette table, and buying jet in shady back alleys. Eventually, he had to sell his mansion and his business, but eventually that was jet money too. He moved into the slums and acquired an apartment by killing the inhabitant. Soon, Cyber Corp hired some mercenaries to do a sweep of the area, raiding buildings including Elias'. They were taken and upgraded, before being replaced with no memory of what happened. Elias has often had lapses of memory, where he suddenly appears in a place, sometimes covered in blood, with no memory of how he got there. He now hires himself out as a hitman and freelance mercenary.

I'm sorry, Strangeglove but I need to know this, am I the only black person posting? Why is it that every time I start an RP I literally see Caucasian, not even white, on every CS. It's becoming more and more infuriating that I'm always the odd one out. The only reason I always make my character black now is because every one else is white. I wish every one and a while a hispanic or an american indian or something.

I know this is controversial, but I don't care about that anymore, I just need answers so my soul will no longer ache.

I don't know why you would expect Strangelove to know that.

I suspect the reason that a lot of characters are caucasian is that a lot of posters are caucasian, and/or that the characters they have based their characters on were caucasian.

My guy is in the Mafia, not a whole lot of non Italian mobsters.
Havok is Irish
Quantum is Hispanic

WAIT. I never asked strange, just excused myself because this is his thread and my comment was unrelated to the purpose of the thread, and I;m so glad you and quantum are different---italian is a start in my opionion.

just angry that there arent more minority writers. and the question was rhetorical, made only t get you thinking

Italian's are still considered Caucasian/White, just to let you know. And I don't know why, I'd just go with what Mr.Smiley said.

EDIT: Though my character in The Sunshine State is a Super Mutant.

Actually Hispanics are considered Caucasian/White as well. That's why censuses and government forms say Caucasian (Non-Hispanic)

Yay Super Mutant, super minority.

There are some minority characters in old_andy's story Memories too.

Well to be honest, yes I am Caucasian/White, and that is mainly why my character also happens to be Caucasian/White. I don't think it's necessarily an issue. If anything, there should be complaints that there are no female characters in the RP.

Let's just take a breather, get some ideas going, and get ready for the actual RP/Fan-Fic :wink_smile: