The wasteland has become a cruel, and harsh reality to some. Other's try and go about their day ignoring the fact, but some cant ignore the desolate wastes. In a world where technology has forsaken its creator, and taken everything dear to us away. We are once again placed in our ancestor's footsteps. To SURVIVE.

Story

In the wasteland settlement of Spring, life has become hard. Many have died or left the already small settlement, and even worse Super Mutants have began to attack on a irregular basis. The settlements council that consists only of the shop owners, has sent out messages to nearby towns or settlements about the attacks. No messanger from Spring has ever returned, and no reply has been sent. It has come to the settlements eye's that they are all alone, and that help may never come. They have made small raids on passing caravans, and have armed themselfs with what they can scavange. Food is moderate, but moral is low. For the settlement of Spring, their end has come.


Ok here is where you come in. You are a settler in the town of Spring, and are forced to survive the countless attacks by Super Mutants, and other wasteland creatures that pass through. This is not the first time I've done an RP, so I exspect some knoledge of how to play a RP.

Character Sheet SEND ALL CHARACTER SHEETS TO ME FOR APPROVAL BEFORE POSTING IT.

Character Name:
Age:(Be realistic)
Gender:(Male/Female)
Race: (No Ghouls)
Appearance: (Height, Weight, facial features etc)
Clothes: (Keep it simple, your a poor down, but not out settler)
Weapon(s): (NO plasma, or laser weapons. Keep it simple as well, I don't want any heavy machinguns or something like that)
Misc: (Random junk you have on you, and ammo)
Bio: (What your character does in the settlement)

RULES Follow these to the "T"

1. I'am GM, what ever I say happens or doesn't happen, happens.
2. NO Ubering, I can't stress this enough. It really annoy's me.
3. No superhuman acts or anything like that. You may, and can die. (You are welcome to make another character is you die)
4. Keep the fighting reasonable. Your a settler, not Rambo
5. Common Sense. This is important to follow, I will not tolerate anyone who does not use it.
6. PM ALL CHARCTER SHEET TO ME FOR APPROVAL BEFORE YOU POST IT.
7. HAVE FUN!!!

I want to turn this "The Unwanted" into a sort of Fallout RP series, but I can't do it by myself. Enjoy

My Character Sheet

Name: Marcus Samuel
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Black greasy hair, thick beard, brown eyes, dirty face, 5' 10", 190lbs, muscular build
Clothes: Dirty drab cloth shirt w/ pants, and dirty brown boots, one black bikers glove
Weapon: .246 Ruger, .45 Colt Peacemaker, K-bar knife
Misc:Straight Razor x1, insta-mash x2, radiated waterx2, nuka-cola x1, mole rat meat x3, .243 x14, x24 .45 rnds
Bio: Marcus was a trader/scavanger for the settlement before the attack. He never did well, but he never did to bad either. He lived by himself, and had no family in the area. They all lived on the East coast. His life has changed dramaticly since the attacks, and is very anti-social sometimes.

Character Name: Shandra Anjo
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Hispanic
Appearance: Black hair to the shoulder, green eyes, 5' 6'', 134lbs, skinny build
Clothes: A white shirt, brown pants and boots.
Weapon(s): Knife and .32
Misc: 24 shots of the .32, 1 radiated water, 3 nuka-colas and 4 radroach meat.
Bio: She was a sad kid, she was always with her father, because she didn't like to stay bored in the settlement, and staying with her father made she feel good, when she became a young advlt (now) she lost her parents in one of those attacks, and now wield her father's pistol.

Character Name: Eve
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Irish
Appearance:
Short and stocky with a light muscular build.
Long Red/Ginger hair down to the middle of her back.
She has a plump round face and always has a wide grin her face.
She has brown eyes and her skin is tanned as her trade causes her to spend long hours in the sun.

Clothes:
A black cotton ribbed vest is just visible under her denim dungarees.
On her feet she wears a very old pair of beat up Vans that have gone gray from dust.
Around her waist is a tool belt that contains various tools that help he with her trade.
(See Bio)

Weapon(s):
She carries the tools of her trade in a tool belt around her waist; A claw hammer and a very sharp stanley knife with several boxes of nwe blades.
She has a HA697 Browning Citori 525 in a cuboard in her house, she does not carry it however in attacks on the town she often helps deffend the town.
(The gun is a Feather Weight Skeet Shotgun, it is the gun I used when I was about 11 so it is VERY light for a grown women, it is however set to a very low gauge to make up for its lack of power making it a very tight spread.
Oh btw its a top and bottom double barreled shotgun which is break reload, however a person used to using it can load it very fast.)

Misc:
She carries a great deal of scrap for her trade including bags of nails and she also collects long steel and aluminium hollow tubes, she has in the past hammered the end of these poles flat and cut them to a point to create primitive spears.
At her home she has a fairly good ammount of food and water and about thrity or forty shells for her shotgun.
In her top left pocket Eve keeps a Red Leather bound Bible with a gold cross sticked on the front.

Bio:
Eve is the town roofer, in Spring the wasteland sand storms do not spare the 200 year old roofs of the small buildings they inhabit and constant repairs and maintenance is needed to keep the sand and wind out.
She took to the top a couple of years ago when the town members where in desperate need of someone to do the job. So far her trade has made her many friends and she has been able to trade her skills and time for food and water.
Her time up on rooves bearing the wasteland weather and the hot sun has made her stronger however it also made her more agile and light footed. (I dont know if any of you have ever re-slated a roof but if you step on a tile and it breaks and thats not good!)
Eve does not claim to be good with a gun but she is willing to get stuck in with the town members when dangers threaten the town.
Eve is also a Catholic and carries her Red leather bound bible with her everywhere, she does not believe it is all true however she enjoys reading it and it gives her hope.

This is a great idea for an rp... but alas, i am already active in another

sorry...

Accepted. Please post your character sheet on your post above mine. Thanks

I think this actually may be a good RP. That would be the first one I've seen on the fallout forums.

OOC:
You not look?
Or did you just decide to only read this one?

Anyway how about we actualy get some more people PMing Dr Strange some char sheets instead of commenting!!!

Name: alex nash
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance:jet black long hair, scar running down his left cheek, scraggly beard, blue eyes.
Clothes: ragged shirt, dirty beanie hat, old crappy sneakers, brown baggy trousers fingerless gloves.
Weapon: .10 mm pistol, basball bat badly damaged combat knife.
Misc:Straight Razor x1, nuka colax2, radroach meatx2, 100x 10mm rnds radiated waterx3 molerat meat x1.
Bio: alex was a doctor thogh he always wanted to be a farmer his parents where killed by raiders when he was 7 and he left with a scar on his left cheek his uncle raised him after that though he has never realy slept well after that

^Accepted^

This is the FINAL time I'am going to tell say anything about this, but do people accually read the RULES or do they just skim them. READ THE RULES, exspecially Rule Number 6!! I have a very low tolerance for people not following my rules. My tolerance for a linear story is strick, but it keeps things moving forward.

And thank you PsympleJester for keeping some law on this thread while I was gone. When more join, I will begin the Rp.

Character Name: Teos Kowalzki

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasion, Polish

Appearance: Teos is about 5'11 and weighs about 170 lbs. His facial features are distinctly polish, having high cheekbones, as well as being fairly plump, but not drastically so. He is of an average build, with a bit of muscle, but not too much. His eyes are pepsi can blue, with platinum blond hair he keeps fairly short, off his forehead but thick aroudn the top and the back, hanging just above his forehead, which is fairly large as well.

Clothes: Wasteland Doctor's Fatigues

Weapon(s): Hunting Rifle and a 10 mm pistol

Misc: 50 rounds of .308 ammo, 20 10 mm rounds, Stimpacks (5), Rad-X (5), Rad-Away (5), Med-X (5), Buffout (5) all kept in a medicinal bag he wears, as well as the belt around his waist.

Bio: Teos was a polish refugee to America when he was 19. Before that, he had trained as a doctor and surgeon in Poland before moving. He began traveling around the wasteland, learning medicinal tricks, as well as better ways to treat radiation sickness. Through his travels, he also greatly improved in english, exhibiting no accent, except for when he is nervous. Eventually, about five-six years later, he deceided to settle down, finding the settlement of Spring. They needed a doctor, and Teos was happy to provide. He brought with him the hunting rifle he had used to survive in the wasteland, as well as a pistol his grandfather had given him when he was younger.

Character Name: Pat Johnston
Age: 64
Gender: Male
Race: African-American
Appearance: 6'1", 187 pounds, grey hair, short beard, very few wrinKles
Clothes: http://www.mensredtag.com/assets/Image/Product/thumb/SW276.jpg
Weapon(s): 12 gauge double barrel shotgun
Misc: Food, purifiers, canteen of water at all times, 44 rounds total
Bio: Pat Johnston was born in a small settlement located in Mississippi. When he was just 13 his settlement was fired upon by raiders/slavers. Him and three other children were the only survivors. He ran away from a life of slavery shortly after that, and lived in an abandoned building in Cheyenne. Two months later a large dog stumbled across him one day and instantly they became best friends. The two did everything together until Pat was 26 and the dog died. Pat fell into a huge depression and nearly commited suicide twice. Then life was boring until a trader discovered him lying in a corner of the building. The two traveled to the town of Spring where Pat currently resides. Now he owns a small shack with a bar in the front where he serves up nice food in the mornings, afternoons, and nights. Also since the death of his dog he has had many other animal friends, currently being an Austrailian Cattle Dog named Moxie. His double barreled shotgun is named Betsy by the way.

Does no one listen anymore. PLEASE READ RULE 6 And Jbar you are not accepted. READ the RULES!!

Jbar you are know accepted.

Name:Jordan
age:27
Gender:male
Race:caucasian
apearance:Tall and wiry, blue eyes, brown hair, and pale skin. A very deep, very red slanted scar goes all he way across his face, a result of a large piece of grenade shrapnel hitting him at an angle.

Clothes:a regular light blue t-shirt with a few pockets and beat-up pants with a lot of pockets

Weapons:a .32 Russian hunting rifle, a .22 semi-auto pistol, and a trench knife, all passed down from his father and his father and his father before him

Misc:28 .32 bullets, 40 .22 bullets, a wrench, and some batteries, along with some brahmin steak, a single bottle of purified water that he sipps only on special occasians, and about 5 bottles of dirty water he refills as much as he can

Bio:he is the town defense builder, a good mechanic and general merchant. His father and grandfather were both this position, and he was taught how to shoot, lockpick, and repair stuff by his father.He also helps in the defense of the town, although he mostly just builds the defenses out of barrells and sandbags. he also has the probably most reinforced house in the town, although that is not saying much.

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Race: Hispanic

Appearance: (5'2'', 90 lbs, short black hair that comes to her ears, green eyes, burnt brown tan
star shaped puckered scar on right shoulder

Clothes: near soleless hiking boots, washed out blue jeans, flannel shirt, heavily damaged backpack repaired with duct tape

Weapon(s): 2 grenades, a rusted kitchen knife in her left sleeve, lighter

Misc: socket wrench, monkey wrench, 14 lock picks, canteen of water, a faded picture of a man in a lab coat, one shred of graying cotton, several rolls of duct tape, strips of cloth and one bottle of whiskey

Bio: Tamar knows about traps explosive ,dead fall or spring based she knows how (and loves) to make and repair them. This however does not bring in the caps, so she works as a plumber repairing the aging pipes of the town and making sure that it has ,somewhat, clean water. Truthfully Tamar is not a very good plumber. Tamar being the type of person she is ,one who is obsessed with explosives, does not have many friends in town she does try to be on good terms with anyone carrying scrap metal though. If an attack can be detected Tamar can lay out a welcome mat for the guests.

Sounds cool. My character sheet will soon be sent!!

Character Name: Shale
Age: 30
Gender:(Male
Race: African-American
Appearance: (6"1', 150, clean shaven except for his Soul Patch, has a long scar down his face
Clothes: Mercenary Veteran outfit.
Weapon(s): Chinese Assault rifle w/ a 10mm pistol
Misc: 50 56.6mm rounds for his chinese assualt rifle. 50 10mm bullets, spare parts for his guns, 35 scrapmetal(in his house of course) 4 stimpacks, junk in his shop, stash of 5 pre-warbooks and 10 misc. comics and magazines in his safe
Bio: A mercenary down on his luck living in the settlement of Spring. lives in a shack in the middle of the settlement where he sells misc. things,and repairs weaponry, has a mean look about him but is approachable and quite gentle, loves to help, but also loves caps. Do to the supermutant attacks Shale is deciding to leave or stay, however doesn't know if its the right thing to do. Shale loves to fight and is always game for a good conversation, can be seen reading pre-war books or a comic in his shop and enjoys watching people give him jealous looks because of his mini-library

OOC: Ok everyone who has joined, may begin. But also let other's post who aren't on at the moment, so don't crowd the Rp with just your posts. Thanks.

IC

Marcus sat on his old wooden portch cleaning his Ruger, and watching the sun pass over head. The radiated sun was shining, the Brahmin were still producing fairly good milk, and the people of Spring carried on with their buisness. Over the past couple of day's Spring had lost contact with several recon group's they had sent to survey the area. The next night Super Mutants, and Giant Ants had attacked causing minimal damage to the town. Marcus had killed at least three Giant Ants, and one Super Mutant Brute. But he had been thrown against a wall, knocking him unconsious. The survival of Spring was not looking up, and everyone knew it.

Marcus walked down to the nearby General Store to see what they had left. It wasn't much. Most of the food was rotting, and some of it had already become unedible.

"How's it going Molly?"

"Oh you know, the same as it always is Marcus. [censored]"

Marcus smiled, and continued to look around with his Ruger at his side.

Hammering could be heard echoing around the town.
Eve sat on top of the roof of the General Store straddling the ridge, as she readyed replacement tiles to hammer onto the roof.
She always did the rooves of the houses or shops with the most to offer first.

She did not always replace the tiles as she was pretty good at saluaging damaged tiles with some extra strong sealant tape she found a few years back.
However some had to be replaced and this meant creating the holes to nail in the material to nail them onto the roof, especialy difficult with corrigated iron.

Moveing with great care yet impressive speed she moved towards a gap in the tiles on the roof.
Dust fell from the cealing around Molly and Marcus as she hammered another slate tile into the wooden beams.

OOC: My charicter is very social anyone passing in the street can shout hello and she will reply with a wave a hello and a smile,
Dont push your luck though, she will refuse to repair your roof if you attempt to "Woo" her.

Eve will be on the roof all day, if night does turn before the "Action Starts" she will move to the bar, no pressure.

"What a boring day" Shale muttered to himself as he sat in small junk shop. He sighed as he was finishing the repairs to both of his firearms.

A man walks in and looks around the shop. "Need anything repaired or something mister?" The man looked at Shale once turned quickly and walked out "Nope! all good!"

"wonder what got him up and running?" Shale said as he scratched the side of his head, he brought his hand down his face and felt the groove of his scar and traced it all the way down to his neck. "Oh yeah....I have this....maybe I should get a bandanna or something....oh well more free time for me" Shale opened his safe and took out a Pre-war book. "War of the Worlds....haven't read this one in ages..." Shale leans back in his chair and starts to read his book

(OOC: :3 Shale is approachable is his scar that scares people away, it gets to him sometimes and he prefers when people don't look at it)

"just one more weld and the maintenance will be done on the pipes for today" Tamar hummed joyfully "and it's not even noon!"
Setting a small sheet of scrap iron on a pipe recently breached pipe and thinly covering its edges in a foul paste from her backpack Tamar pulled a lighter out of her jeans front pocket (the skill of not storing combustibles and incendiaries in the same place learned through experience) and lit it. Burning phosphorescently the paste rapidly melted the scrap metal causing the center to slump slightly while the molten edges formed a tight seal along the outside. Tamar grinned "thermite is such useful stuff".
Setting the jar of paste on the pipe to put her lighter away she stiffened as a dull boom came in over the noise of eve's roofing hammer from the direction of her house.
"damned door always falling off" grumbling she set off in the direction of her house until she realized her mental lapse.
"Crap" she stated half heartedly, her look of desolation keft no need for expletives "there goes my great day".
The thermite had burned through the glass container having been started by the heat of recently fused pipe leaving a fist sized hole through the pipe.
"Damnit all?." Tamar groaned, then made her way to her house to retrieve the last of the thermite paste and some larger chunks of scrap metal.

Teos sighed deeply as he listened to the symptoms of the town mitochondriac. Mrs. Wheeler. "My back is killing me, and my hands shake if I hold them out. See?" she held her hands out which did shake a bit. Teos pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on. "Mrs. Wheeler, how old are you?" she pretended to think before responding "88." Teos smiled and said "You are lucky to have made it to your eighties, especially out here in the wasteland. These things are all part of growing old." He walked over to his desk, with the old woman still talking "What about how my body hurts all the time? The other women don't have to deal with that." Teos sighed once again "Mrs. Wheeler, most of the other women are in thier thirties or younger." He sat down in his chair. "Tell you what Mrs. Wheeler. How about I give you some Med-X?" She shook her head "No, I can manage with it." Teos laughed a bit and asked her "Then why do you come to me?" She looked down and responded "I like having someone to talk to." Teos ushered her out the door and groaned. He had to deal with her at least once a day, and sometimes she came back. He sat down in his chair and spun around once before turning to her file. He wrote down back pain and hand tremors, and stuck it back in his bottom drawer. Teos then stood up to look at his other paitents, wounded in last night's attack. Most of them had minimal injuries, but were knocked up pretty good. Some of them though had bullet wounds or ant bites, and those could get pretty bad. He remembered taking out all the bullets, as well as medicating the ant bites. If this kept up, there wouldn't be anyone to protect the town. Teos shot a glance at his rifle which was leaning in the corner of his office, by his bed. He knew he was the doctor, his job was to pick up the pieces afterwards, but he might just have to use his old rifle eventually...

After chatting with Molly for a moment, Marcus decided to walk out of the General Store while the roof was being repaired. The day was nice, and everything was quiet for the time. It wasn't really the same after the last attack, the Super Mutant's had taken several of the Settlements settler's, and had taken them from god know's where. But today was a day that was of good fortune.

Marcus walked back over to his house waving to the people in the street's when a large thundering sound began. It was obvious who it was, but they had never made the earth shake like this before. It seemed as if thousands of them were coming from all direction's. It was then the first Super Mutant's broke through the dusty air. Five of them armed with Nail Boards, and old G3's came charging at the people. Everything was sudden chaos as Marcus ran to his house to grab his gear. Bell's began to ring, and people ran to the safest place, which wasn't even that safe. It was not Super Mutants charge that made the ground shake, it was a Behemouth armed with a huge tree trunk as a weapon. It was the most terrifying thing Marcus had ever seen as he leaped into his house, and ran to the basemant for his weapons.

Yelling began, and the settlement's high councilor Bill Wenrick began barking order's to shoot the Super Mutant's. Everyone who had a weapon began firing, everything was still in chaos as a Giant Ant came up behind Bill, and torn him in half with its huge jaw's. Everyone scattered as the Ant's came from behind. The Behemouth was doing serious damage to the town. one fail swoop of its tree trunk, and half a block of buildings was gone. It was not looking up for the settler's.

Marcus ran back upstair's with his food, and remaining ammo. As he made his way to Molly's. Marcus fired several quick wild round's at the Super Mutant's as a bullet hit one of the Super Mutant's in the shoulder. It didn't faze the Mutant much, but it did give him time to get to Molly's.

"Molly get everything that is edible or not, and take it down to the basemant, we'll make our stand here, and at the Gun repair shop!"

"Ok Marcus."

Molly quickly began grabbing food, and such off the shelf's and table top's as Marcus watched for any more Super Mutant's coming towards the store.


OOC: Ok everyone try and make it to the Molly's General Store or the Gun repair shop without Ubering, Molly's General Store is at the front of the settlement, while the Gun repair shop is in the Center of town. Super Mutant's and Giant Ant's roam the street's killing anyone they find. Try not to make to much noise or something may come from the side. And remember that the Behemouth it near Molly's General Store, so its probably better that you come from the back of the store.

Name: Daniel Flint
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Dark Brown gelled back hair, a thick moustache, and a strong build
Clothes: Brown boots, old, dirty jeans, and a plain white t-shirt
Weapon: Hunting Rifle, .32 caliber pistol
Misc: Irradiated Water, a bag of caps, multiple packs of cigarettes
Bio: Daniel is the towns handyman, he does anything that needs to be done and does it well. He is also pretty handy with a gun for whenever the mutants come around. He tends to be mean to most people and feels he isn't appreciated enough although he probably is. He almost never trust anyone and is short tempered.

Pat heard all the commotion coming from outside. He was in bed napping when he heard the collapse of a house near his shack. He grabbed Moxie by the collar, took out his double barreled shotgun and snuck outside. As soon as he stepped outside a nailboard swept over his head.
"[censored] what was that?" he thought as he looked up at the super mutant. Pat fired one shot into the mutants shoulder, temporarily stopping the monsters rampage, and ran towards the front of town. As he sped as fast as his old legs would take him, Pat noticed the true cause of all this chaos, the Behemoth. He raised his gun up slowly, still from the shock, aimed, and fired. The bullet went into the Behemoth's leg not doing a thing. The monster turned around and glared into Pats eyes. Pat knew his time was to come soon, and as he was getting ready to brace for impact he heard a shot. The shot that saved his life. It distracted the Behemoth while Pat and Moxie ran into Molly's store from the back. He ran into the basemant and met up with the others.