The Vampires of Vault 37 : Fallout Series Discussion

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:22 am

The Vampires of Vault 37

The Story

In 2097, Vault 37’s experiment went active. You are one of the descendents of the original humans who wasn’t infected by the F.E.V. in the food. It is now 2287, and you must make a stand. The infected denizens grow ever-vigilant of the survivors and their food-source is beginning to thin out. You must escape Vault 37 and slay the infected citizens of Vault 37.

Vault 37 was tested to have dim lighting and their food was injected with a special strand of the Forced Evolutionary Virus. Vault 37 had one-thousand residents, nine-hundred were given food with the strand of Forced Evolutionary Virus, and the others were given normal food. Their appearance changed drastically. They became thinner, their skin paled, their hair darkened, also their canines became more pronounced. They also grew to become ageless, never again becoming older. Another perk of their new-found form was they regenerated wounds much faster and disease was non-existent.

A few of the changes that occurred were that they can perform amazing feats. They can leap several yards in a single bound. They experienced super-human strength. They also had no need to breath anymore. The Vampires no longer required physical sustenance; rather they needed hemoglobin from blood. The hemoglobin allowed them to survive due for unknown reasons. “The Breathers” or humans, became hunted fiercely for their blood. They also grew an amazing weakness to Ultra-Violet Radiation, which would cause them to ignite in flames within seconds and be scorched within minutes.

When they didn’t get their required hemoglobin, they started to weaken. Some of those who refused to feed began to lose their sanity. After a month of no-feeding, the first of “The Lost” were born.

The Lost were vampires who refused to feed on The Breathers. The Lost were exiled to the lower regions of Vault 37. The Breathers scrambled to find refuge away from the Vampires anywhere possible. The Lost may not feed on humans, but they kill them on sight due to the hallucinations they experience, viewing them as mutated creatures that want to kill them.

You are one of the few surviving humans in Vault 37. Living in the lower levels of Vault 37, you are located in the Unknown. It is called the Unknown, because shortly after the Vault was sealed, so was the Unknown. After the experiment began to take place it opened.

The Vampires
The Vampires are extremely intelligent due to their age. Also they’re very fast and physically powerful. The Vampires have a strict hierarchy. The Overseer, Victor Steel; who is directly followed by his son, Thomas Steel and his wife, Samantha Steel. They’re followed by the leader of the Vault 37 Science Convention, who is followed by the Security Chief. After that, everyone is equal in the decision making of Vault 37.

Killing vampires is extremely difficult, not only due to their regenerative properties, but due to their extreme constitution. What would kill a normal human being would merely wound a vampire. They however, present weaknesses to fire.

Killing is much like killing a normal human being, but they’re far more resilient. They are barely harmed by conventional weapons. Laser, Plasma, and fire-based prevent their regeneration and harm them like a conventional weapon harms a human being. Plasma weapons do the equivalent to a laser on a human being.

The Lost

They began to lose their mental functions after they refused to get the required hemoglobin. They began to hallucinate and attack other vampires. Soon after, the Overseer banished them to the Unknown.

They killed Breathers and anything else they encountered in the Unknown. Not for food or fun, but out of fear. They wander the Unknown and use whatever melee weapons they can find.

The Unknown

There are more dangers in the Unknown as well. Robotic Security Guards from Protectrons to Sentry Bots guard the Unknown. It is guarded with robots as well as early F.E.V. experiments like Super Mutants.

The Unknown has very few working food dispensers; however there are guns and armor hidden. The dispensers as well as the weapons are guarded fiercely by robotic guards. Those who have managed to hide from the Vampires, the Lost, and the Unknown’s defenses, usually die of starvation or are shot by crossfire from fellow survivors.

It is rumored over the years, some of the breathers actually evolved and mutated to survive in the Unknown’s dim light and eerie halls.

Vault 37 Layout

Vault 37’s first level is home to residential rooms for the most privileged of Vault 37 as well as the Overseer’s Office. The Security Barracks is also located on the first level.

Vault 37’s second level is the most-active level of Vault 37. It has a bar and most of the rooms. The physician’s office is located on this level. There is a special area for children.

Vault 37’s third level is home to the Vault 37 Science Convention. There are rooms here for the scientists who don’t want to leave their laboratories. The Handyman’s Office is also down on the Third Level.

Vault 37’s fourth level is where the reactor and water-purification and irrigation system is. Not much occurs in the fourth level, for very few people have clearance to go down there.

Vault 37’s fifth level is the first level of the Unknown. It can only be reached by stairs (like all levels of the Unknown), and can’t be reached by elevator. It is mainly guarded by weak robots such as protectrons. There are about ten food dispensers on this level and one water dispenser.

Vault 37’s sixth level is the second level of the Unknown. It is guarded by F.E.V. creatures such as super mutants and powerful robots like sentry bots. There are five food dispensers on this level and no water dispensers.

Vault 37’s seventh level is the third level of the Unknown. It is home to primarily sentry bots and auto-plasma turrets. There are ten food dispensers and ten water dispensers.

Vault 37’s eighth level is the fourth level of the Unknown. It is filled with traps, ranging from bear traps to pits of spikes that release hydrofluoric acid when the heat of human flesh touches them. It has no food dispensers or water dispensers.

Vault 37’s ninth level is the fifth level of the Unknown. It is the lair of the protectrons who have titanium armor and shoot plasma bolts. Sentry-Bots also lurk here in six-inch thick titanium armor and have experimental plasma cannons which serve as a fully automatic plasma weapon.

Vault 37’s tenth level is rumored to have those who evolved to fit to the Vault. It is also rumored there is a Hive of the Lost here. Perhaps even a system that forces the lights to change to black-lights and cause intense UV radiation to kill the vampires. Nobody is quite sure, for no one has ever gone down there and came back.

Rules

1. I control the NPC's.
2. No ubering.
3. No killing/stealing from fellow players unless the other player consents.
4. You aren't the Descendent of the Vault Dweller, Chosen One, etc.
5. Don't charge into combat, chances are what's behind that door if you go alone is a sentry bot or worse... A vampire...

Spoiler

Name: Tristan Smith.
Race: Caucasian.
Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-Three.

Hair Color: Midnight-Black.
Hair Style/Length: Medium length, it's a mess.
Eye Color: Emerald Green.
Skin Color: Pale, only a bit darker than Vampire's skin.
Special Appearance: His right arm has a scar.
General Appearance: He is tall (about six feet tall), muscular (he weights two-hundred, fifteen pounds), and has shaggy, black hair that reaches his shoulders.

Class: Captain
Class Description: Trained in all types of guns, including Big Guns and Energy Weapons as well as training in unarmed combat and first-aid. The Captain excels in gun-fights, due to his tactical mind. He tends to be the diplomat of the group and often inspires others to follow him.

Weapon(s): Ten-Millimeter Pistol, Switchblade.
Armor: Armored Vault 37 Jumpsuit.
Food/Drink: A plastic bottle of purified water.
Medical: None.
Literature: His Holotapes (Journal), A holotape, his work-in-progress Guide to Survival in Vault 37.
Misc.: A Pip-Boy 2000.

Biography: Tristan was born on May 15, 2264. His father was a brilliant leader who lead a band of Vault 37 Refugees. His mother was a teacher, giving the children knowledge. He learned math, english, science, and etc. from his mother. He learned how to survive if a Lost One comes from his father. By time he was thirteen, he was a sentry for the refugees.

A month after Tristan turned fifteen, his father died to sentry bots. His mother slowly lost her sanity; she just drank more and more alcohol. One day she was drunk and she put a gun to her tempol and pulled the trigger. Tristan Smith was orphaned on that day. He left the Refugees, in search of his own needs. Tristan's father, John was the leader of band that hunted for the food.

After leaving the refugees, he came across a folded up Armored Vault 37 Jumpsuit which had a fully-loaded Ten-Millimeter Pistol and a switchblade. When he unfolded he found a holotape and played it. He guarded the holotape with his life, realizing the importants of his discovery. Tristan ever since walked the metallic wasteland of the Unknown.

In 2273, he encountered his first vampire. A Lost One dragging along a steel club against the floor. The battle lasted only a few minutes, but Tristan nearly died. The scar on his arm was from the Lost One who barely missed crushing Tristan's skull. Many years passed since his father died and he decided to create a group of fellow Vault Dwellers, who would finally slay the vampires and escape the wretched hell that is Vault 37.

Name : Iain Scott
Race : Caucasian
Gender : Male
Age : 29

Hair Color : (Was brown)
Hair Style/Length : Bald
Eye Color : Brown
Skin Color : Slightly tanned
Special Appearance (Tattoos, scars, etc.): Awful looking scar along left side of face
General Appearance (What your character looks like): Heavy build with broad shoulders, large arm muscles and solid chest.

Class : Umm... Melee person?...
Class Description (What you’re good at and what you’re poor at): Melee, knows a bit about explosives. Poor with small guns. Is alright with Big guns but no expert.

Weapons (Conventional One-Handed Weapons only or up to sledgehammer): Sledgehammer, One Frag Grenade
Armor (Vault 37 Jumpsuit, it may have some modifications, such as a labcoat): Normal Jumpsuit with chest zip down to reveal tank top.
Food/Drink : Chocolate bar, banana and 2x Water
Medical (Drugs, stim-packs, etc.): 2x Stimpack
Literature (Holotapes, journals, etc.): Journal (never writes in it though)
Misc. (You automatically start with a Pip-Boy 2000, it has no Geiger counter. It allows you to check the status of your limbs, keep notes, and play videos. It is not a Pip-Boy 3000): Pip-Boy 2000,

Biography (Your Story): Grew up with battle hardy parents, they raised Iain perfectly to have the strong build to kill vampires. They never properly educated him, only in the arts of combat so Iain was quite a simple child. At his teens all the kids were smarter than him, Iain tried to fit in with them but it didn't work. It's not because the kids bullied him, the kids were afraid of him!
For a while Iain kept to himself, it was a quiet time of his life, there was nobody to talk to: his parents were usually on guard and the kids were in groups talking together. Training was Iain's only friend, it was the only way Iain could be his true self. He trained with the Sledgehammer every day, at the age of 25 Iain had mastered the Sledgehammer.

Knowing this Iain's parents offered to go on a trip to get food from a dispenser in one of the levels. Iain was delighted that he was being recognised by his parents now. His parents bainwashed Iain since he was a child saying that he was a disgrace and had no honour, if he killed a vampire, then his parents would love him. So on the day of the trip Iain promised himself that he would kill a vampire and gain his honor in the family.

There was no plan they told him, because nothing ever went to plan, if he had a plan then that would mean failure. Iain's plan was to kill a vampire, he knew he wasn't supposed to have a plan so he kept quiet. The trip went fairly well, there were no hostiles in sight and when they found the food dispenser there was nobody guarding it. Quickly his parents rushed over to the dispenser, Iain paused, he may be poorly educated, but he knew something was wrong with the area. When his parents reached the dispenser they were ambushed by two vampires, in a flash his parents were ripped apart. Like a coward Iain ran his ass off back to the safe zone.

Shame overwhelmed Iain, he betrayed everything his parents stood for. Most people thought Iain's scar on the left side of his face was when he and his parents were ambushed, but the truth was it was self inflicted. When Iain escaped he had picked up a switchblade and cut himself in the face with it to remind himself of what he'd done.

Years went by and Iain was determined more than ever to gain his honour, now 29, Iain was ready to help anyone get food or kill vampires.

Name: Jack Alden
Race : Caucasian
Gender : Male
Age : Twenty-One

Hair Color : Dark Red
Hair Style/Length : Long, loosely tied back.
Eye Color :Hazel
Skin Color

ale(not much light in the vault)
Special Appearance: Missing two fingers on his left hand.
General Appearance: At 5'9 and weighing 140Ilbs. Jack is small and lithe, he is built for running and being in small space. He lacks muscles and looks thin.

Class :Engineer
Class Description: Good: Hacking, Repairing, Sneaking, Lock picking Bad: Fighting, Navigation, First Aid, Luck

Weapons: Wrench
Armor: Vault 37 Jumpsuit and gray bandanna
Food/Drink :N/A
Medical: Med-X
Literature; Journal where he writes he's observations and notes.
Misc: Pip-Boy 2000
Biography:

Name : Jim Silversmith
Race : Mixed
Gender : male
Age : 29

Hair Color : gray
Hair Style/Length : short, baldspots
Eye Color : gray
Skin Color : vault tanned, what else?/Pale as the moon.
Special Appearance (Tattoos, scars, etc.): Left earring is a tiny round silver bell
General Appearance (What your character looks like): Sort of a gaunt and scholarly looking man who looks too old for his claim that he is under thirty. He has a mottled gray beard and wears cracked spectacles (no eye doctors remain in vault 37 apparently) 'for reading'. He has bad breath and hasn't had a nice hot bath in...a long time.

Class : Scholar
Class Description (What you’re good at and what you’re poor at): Poor at technical stuff, fighting and grammar. Good at knowing lots of useless information and folklore.

Weapons: A stack of books and some weapon schematics in some notebooks that he has dreamed up. A flyswatter: There are all these damn moths fluttering around Jim's lamplit workstation in his study.
Armor: Modified vault 37 security helmit with a light on it and cross attached. Radiation suit with sewn up and duct tapped rips in it and some stains.
Food/Drink : Loves junkfood. Alas has nothing to drink or eat right now...
Medical (Drugs, stim-packs, etc.): Jet
Literature (Holotapes, journals, etc.): The Necronomicon 1969 edition, The encyclopedia of Vampires and other monsters, Monstres and their kind, Great War histories volume one, three, six, seven and twelve on holotape, The book of Nod, Alcatraz Edition of the King James Bible, Wheelock's Latin, Jane's Field Guide to Desert Fauna. Also has several boxes of sleazy romance-mystery paperbacks.
Misc. (You automatically start with a Pip-Boy 2000, it has no Geiger counter. It allows you to check the status of your limbs, keep notes, and play videos. It is not a Pip-Boy 3000):

Biography (Your Story): Jim grew up in Vault Thirty Seven at a young age when his entire family was butchered by a vampire right in front of him. Ever since then he has become an abject coward, terrified of the dark, unable to sleep and haunted by unending terror trapped in some underground crypt with the living dead. As the bottom of the food chain Jim has kept his head down and left the fighting to the others who often ended up as the very things they fought against. He has spent his time reading and enjoying the security of hiding from the evils of vault thirty seven.

You all start out on Level 5 of the Unknown. The doors up have been sealed shut and require to be opened by a terminal. Unluckily, the terminal is on one of the lower levels of the Unknown. You all meet up in a large, twenty foot by twenty foot room.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 11:22 am

Jack Alden

I looked up the dim lighting overhead. It's pretty much been like that since the dawn of time. Our eyes have been adapted to this dim lighting. In books it talks about the sun, I wonder how our eyes would handle that. I shrugged it off, I get distracted to easily. Probably why I get lost so frequently.

I looked back down at my Pip-Boy2000, it kept my brief notes. My more complex ones were kept in my journal. I had gotten directions to the water dispenser on this floor. But for the love of God, I could not find it. I was parched, my mouth drier than a desert in summer.

As I was going around another corner, pondering my situation, and almost ran right into a protectron. It hadn't noticed me yet, thanks to my light footsteps. It's back was turned and and this presented the perfect opportunity.

I took out my wrench, as it just stood there, protecting a food dispenser. The back panel was really easy to take apart, a couple bolts. I gently laid the panel down, a mass of wires and electronics were now exposed. With quick hands I ripped out two wires that caused it to shut down.

I rummaged through it, managing to get thirty-one energy cells. I had no use for them, but maybe I could trade them. I moved on, the notes said the water dispenser was near by, or was it? Was I even in the right place?

I hopelessly wandered around for a half an hour. Meeting no one, but gray walls. My feet were aching, and upon entering in a large room. I collapsed. I was too tired to go on right now. And since was so big, people were bound to pass through it. Maybe they could tell were the water dispenser was. Or maybe it would be one of the lost...

» Sat Dec 04, 2010 10:34 pm

Tristan Smith

He watched the man fall to the ground. Tristan called out, "You okay? I've got some water." Poor guy, probably died of starvation. The flickering light allowed him to examine the man. He kneeled down beside the man and checked his pulse. It was still going luckily. This man wore a strange outfit, but Smith didn't mind. Tristan listened to the breath, it was slow, but fast enough for survival.

Tristan pulled out his ten-millimeter pistol and aimed it at the man. This could be one of the Lost. If he tries to attack, I'll shoot him. It won't do much, but it'll scare him.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 8:25 am

Jack Alden

I woke up with a pistol in my face. That's not a great first impression. If that wasn't intimidating enough, the man that held it was massive. Looming over me like a giant. The pistol looked like a toy in his hands. Fearing for my life, I slowly raised my hands, trying to get off a sign of peace. The man seemed to have relaxed a little, I hoped so.

"Uh, hi? What you doing here?"

I was hopping to break the icy tension with some conversation, I was never really good at talking though. My head hurt, probably due to the lack of water, and that's when I noticed had some. I forgot that he had a gun in my bliss. Ecstatic that I could allievete my sore throat, I eagrly reached for the bottle, asking,

"Could, I please have some?"

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 11:11 am

Tristan Smith

He pulled the pistol away and put it in the holster. He handed the breather the water and smiled. "Glad to see another survivor, I haven't seen another Breather in three months," he said with joy. Tristan looked at his Pip-Boy and typed in, "Found a breather. He looks like he has been on the brink of death for a week or more." Suddenly it appeared in his Pip-Boy as September 15, 2287 - 9:13 AM: Found a breather. He looks like he has been on the brink of death for a week or more.

"Listen, I am organizing an expedition down to the lower levels of the Unknown. I'm going to escape, and if you want to come you can. However, I take no responsibility for your life," Tristan stated. "I watched an entire squad of men turn to ruin, because of the sentry bots on the lower levels. I've seen first-hand what they can do. Six-inches of titanium armor and a experimental fully automatic plasma gun."

I'm lucky I got out alive from that. Those things were insane. The light flickered and a voice was heard from outside the room, luckily Tristan had closed the door. "They think they can be mean to Trok, always bullying Trok, Trok will kill them all, that's what Trok will do," the voice said to itself. "Trok is strong, he'll kill them all. He is Trok. They call Trok a 'Lost One', Trok will show them."

Tristan went prone and whispered, "A Lost One. Keep quiet."

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:12 am

Jim Silversmith was in his study when he thought he heard a protectron outside making it's rounds suddenly stop. He looked at the patrol schedule he kept and noted that Unit #84289 or 'old rust butt' ought to be standing guard at a nearby dispensor soon. It had gone quiet. Too quiet. He lifted his flyswatter and nervously shepherded a large juicy moth away and into a jar. Lost Ones often ate bugs and other small critters and a large juicy moth could distract a hungry Lost One momentarily if it's attention wasn't already on a breather. A breather.

Jim reminded himself he was still a breather. Not like his little sister who had become one of the Vampires. They were not turned into vampires from a bite, however, but from contaminated food. Breathers were still vulnerable if they got into the wrong stuff. That is why is was important to eat from carefully selected food dispensers. There was a lot to remember. And that is what Jim was good at. Memory is why he still lived. Still breathed.

He took the jarred moth with him suspecting a thieving Lost One to be shutting down the Protectron so it could pass. He recalled one before that had used an electronic device it had taken off a dead vampire perhaps. Lost Ones were too crazy to make such a device but not so crazy that they couldn't use one if they had the caprice to give it a whirl. Such a device that could temporarily disable a robot was priceless here on level five. Jim decided to investigate cautiously.

He thought he could hear muttering. Definite Lost One sign, muttering. Damn things were always skitsoid it seemed. He stumbled along quietly until he hesitated in the gloom. Two bodies lay on the floor, one face up and the other face down. He waited quietly.

This could be a half eaten meal, a fresh kill or perhaps something's larder. In any event he needed to be sure before he strolled further. But the bodies were not completely still. He thought he heard whispering between them and could see slow and carefully quiet movement between them and the nearly silent breathing. All breathers had adapted down here to use sound over sight. Survival required that and a sense of intuition.

These were men hiding from the same Lost One Jim had come to find. He scuffed his slippers softly imiediately garnering their attention. He held still knowing full well he was in danger of getting shot if he moved suddenly or suprised them further. He waited until they recognized he was human still before he crept silently forward. Again stealth was universal and often taken for granted but Jim was especially stealthy as he preferred to hide rather than fight...

"Jim Silversmith" he said almost inaudibly. He presumed that with less than a hundred folks they would at least recognize his family's name. Juliet Silversmith (the girl who had slaughtered almost her entire family) was a notorious vampire after all...

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:42 am

Iain crept silently through the windy corridors of the vault, every turn made him tense up in fright. He could hear some footsteps ahead of him, that was what he was following, hopefully it would be a vampire.

Scum, spat Iain, he despised vampires more than anybody could, but he also hated himself too. He reminded himself of that as he dragged his hand down his scar on his left cheek. Anger bubbled through his veins, he would get this vampire today and crush its head with his mighty sledgehammer.

Lightly jogging Iain had noticed the footsteps had come to a halt, it didn't matter because he had a pretty good idea of where the vampire was. Making sure his steps were quiet Iain walked towards a door in his way and opened it as quietly as possible. Two vampires were beside another door, apparently hiding beside the other door at the end of the room. One of them looked weak, the other was pointing a gun at the weak mans face. Humans. Iain hadn't seen any other humans for quite some time, he would rather of found two vampires than humans because he didn't fit in with other people.

The weak man had dark red hair which was tied back and the gun wielding man had black messy hair, his hair wasn't as long as the weak mans. Iain couldn't understand why they weren't bald like he was; you don't need to wash it, it doesn't get in your way, doesn't tangle up.

Iain wasn't ready to reveal himself yet, so he waited and listened to what they were up to. The man with the gun had holstered the weapon and gave the weak man some water, he spoke and explained he was glad to see a breather.
The next bit interested Iain, "Listen, I am organizing an expedition down to the lower levels of the Unknown. I'm going to escape, and if you want to come you can. However, I take no responsibility for your life," Tristan stated. "I watched an entire squad of men turn to ruin, because of the sentry bots on the lower levels. I've seen first-hand what they can do. Six-inches of titanium armor and a experimental fully automatic plasma gun."

If he had a team exploring the levels below then perhaps Iain would come across a vampire, sentry bots always annoyed Iain so it would be also nice to disable them too.

A voice was heard outside, the man closed the door quickly and listened to the voice. The voice babbled a lot of nonsense about something or someone about Trok, it wasn't a Lost One Iain was looking for, it was the real vampire, so he just let it be. Both of the men were prone now, Iain decided he would introduce himself.

He kept low and crept closer to the two men, he held his sledgehammer in one hand and whispered, "Oi-

"Jim Silversmith"

WHAT?!?!

Another man had introduced himself, balding in many places and hardly had any muscle. Iain wouldn't wait any longer, he would introduce himself as well, hopefully the two men didn't get so surprised.

"Iain Scott, I'm interested too."

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:10 am

Jim looked up at the newcomer, armed with a sledgehammer and bearing a charismatic facial scar, with suprise as the man spoke to the two before Jim could explain further why he had brought a jar with a large moth in it.

He chided himself for not noticing the third man sooner. He had apparently been hiding for some time now and hadn't noticed Jim's approach either. Jim decided that with so many breathers they would soon draw the attention of the predators and killers that roamed their world and retreated by slowly and politely backing away some distance so he could make a quick getaway if needed.

» Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:29 pm

in case kalarn didnt PM you all

Character Sheet

Name : Anthony WIlliams
Race : Black/White
Gender : Male
Age : 17

Hair Color : Black

Hair Style/Length : short cut (not buzz)

Eye Color : Gray

Skin Color : Brown

Special Appearance (Tattoos, scars, etc.): Insignia of passive, with a Celtic tree on left shoulder. Scar behind right brow.

General Appearance (What your character looks like): Average height, lean.

Class :
Engineer/Brawler
Class Description: Great with anything close-range. He knows how to brawl from his father and also can fire a pistol, but he is only par with guns.

Weapons: Nail Board, 10mm Pistol, and Combat Knife

Armor: Vault 37 jumpsuit with holster for weapons, and he dons a leg strap for combat knife.

Food/Drink : Water and Pork n' Beans

Medical: 2 Stimpacks

Literature: None

Misc: He has modified his Pip-Boy to be able to cross reference past codes in order to hack terminals, and he knows how to pick the hardest of locks. Lastly, he has tinkered with the Power Fist to the point where he has joint control (he can move his fingers), so he keeps it on most of the time.

Why always Pip-Boy 2000's? Ya killin me man....

Biography : He was born to a white mother and a black father in Vault 37, in 2263. He was raised in a loving family and was treated with proper respect from both halves of his family. In all actuality though, the reason they showered him with love was because they had a plan that when he was old enough, he would leave Vault 37 and find a better home.

As he grew older, his father began to teach him about engineering. Anthony was taught how to tinker, and even a few brawling tips to help him when he left the Vault (which Anthony still didn't know).

At age seventeen, his mother was killed by a vampire while scavenging the unknown, looking for something that could help her son when he finally left. The body, though, was never retrieved. That night, his father told him about their plan to send them out. After he heard the information, he told his father goodbye, collected all the weapons he received and retrieved over the years, and left his home , with plans of leaving the Vault entirely.

He has not yet encountered a vampire, and is ignorant to what lurks in the Unknown -- he only knows the stories his parents told him -- but he wants to start there because he needs to find his mother, and wish her a last goodbye.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:19 pm

It was darker than he originally anticipated. Nonetheless, Anthony was as ready as he'll ever be, which is scared sh**less He equipped his nail board, which he preferred over normal guns. Yes, he knew the odds of a human surviving out here with only a melee weapon, but he was confident about that much at least. He saw the flickering light of a food dispenser and headed towards it, then noticed the small group of people huddled together. They looked human, and they were all talking so he figured danger was at a minimum. But he also noticed someone further upwards, who didn't seem as sane. His silhouette against the dim light casting an eerie shadow on him, making him that much scarier. Slowly, weapon still in his hands, he advanced towards them and quietly made his presence known. "

"Yo." He whispered, almost inaudibly. He figured that was enough to get their attention, but not everyone's attention.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:19 am

Jack Alden

My head was cleared up now. Thanks to the nice man and his water. He looked wild with his huge muscles and tangled black hair. But hey, personal hygiene always took a back seat to survival. No sooner had the refreshing, lukewarm water cleared my throat and head, than a group of people showed up. First was a man you was almost bored, and looked far from the peak of physical condition.

"Jim Silversmith."

The name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it. I think he came from the same way I did, but I had been wandering for a half an hour, so I doubted it. Besides, who could ever sneak up on me?

Before I could even give my name, I another man entered from the same place. He was a muscular as the man who saved me.

"Iain Scott."

He was bald, which I found hilarious, but would never laugh in his face. I don't how this many breathers could get here without gathering attention. Me and my helper were already prone, trying to be quiet in case the lost one found us. I nodded and motioned with my hands for them to go prone.

"Yo"

What the hell? Was there a sign outside that read BREATHER MEETING. I sighed, at least he had kept his voice down. He at least had some hair, though no were as long as mine.

"Get down," I whispered fiercely. I tried to show the urgency that request needed to be followed. Luckily the Lost One had seem to have gone away. I sighed and got up, dusting myself off.

"My name is Jack Alden."

I wanted to make a nice introduction, because half of these people could beat me to a pulp.

"I'm a breather and believe we hold off on the pleasantries, until we get to some place safer."

No place was safe in this vault. Only safer. I thought I knew a place, but remembering how easily I got lost, I disregarded it. I turned towards my helper,

"Do you know a place?"

OOC: We don't have to go anywhere guys, we can stay right here if you want.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:45 am

Jim Silversmith, the eccentric and cowardly scholar who lurked a safe distance from the breather convention listened carefully trying to figure out what was going on.

"Do you know a place?" He heard the one called Jack Alden say. The Aldens were an old family but Jack was the first one Jim had met. Ice cream socials and young advlt mixers were not commonly held in Vault 37. Jim considered for a moment leading all of them to his nearby study but thought better of it. If that Lost One was closing in he wanted to be in there alone, not in there with a bunch of gun toting idiots while the thing broke down the door trying to get to them.

"We should disperse. All of us here are raising the temperature in this hallway and making a lot of noise. We will surely draw attention from one kind or the other if we linger too long." He said just barely above a whisper. He had moved toward the others a few steps before speaking and now backed away just as many and listened in the gloomy darkness, nervously trying to strain his senses beyond those who held his attention for any signs of danger.

"You can come with us. We are going to fight our way out." Someone said to someone else. It was hard to know for sure but the message was clear. The idea could not be removed from thought.

Jim considered this.

Escape. Was it possible? Freedom in the lush forest world of daylit orchards above? What the hell was he doing down here crapping his pants if he could get out somehow. Maybe it was worth the risk. And if not he could always flee back to the safety of his study if anything went wrong.

"Wait. I have somewhere we can all go and talk. Follow me." He said only loud enough that they might all hear him. Then he walked to his study paying attention only to the way he was going and not waiting for a response.

» Sat Dec 04, 2010 11:56 pm

OOC: Am I the only minority? Again?

The eerie shadow sloly receded out of vision, and he relaxed the grip on my weapon. Looking around, noticing the small group around him, he was hesitant to drop my weapon, but he also noticed nobody tried to kill anybody yet. That was enough to bring his guard down. He raised the nail board over his head and hostered it on the strap he slung around his back. Then he looked at his Pip-Boy and checked the map. At the moment though, all he saw was a small square that represented that room. He looked over at the anomaly against the right wall and noticed the food dispenser, then his ears pricked up when he heard someone say:

"You can come with us. We are going to fight our way out."

He heard it, but didn''t really involve himself with it. He wasn't yet sure if he wanted to do this with anyone else, after all, the reason he was there was personal... He then noticed the man with long gray hair, who called himself Silversmith. The person, he didn't remember, but the name was legend. Anthony's father told him about the girl who killed her family. He knew it wasn't right to judge, but he decided he would keep his distance from him until he felt it was...safe. That's when he talked.

"Wait. I have somewhere we can all go and talk. Follow me."

These words were worth a moment of debate. He wrestled the decision around his head, not sure if he should follow him. Hell. he thought, the guy might be aa vampire his damn self. He decided to call out a rebutle of his own.

"Listen. I don't trust any of you yet, but my plan is to make it out of this Vault. I'm only 17 years old, but I am prepared to kill all of you if you make me."

He was bluffing his ass off. He then directed his voice to Jim.

"I don't trust you in particular. I know about your little sister. But that doesn't mean I won't give you a chance. Lead the way."

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 11:35 am

OOC: Couldn't exactly write much, try to be active in this Rp a little more Kalarn please

Iain was very uptight, too many people were around him and he usually never fit in with groups. The escaping idea was great, when there was two people at the time, but it seemed too dangerous to even walk out of the room because of the new faces. Another man had introduced himself, a young lad though, saying that he didn't trust any of us and would kill us if he had to. Although it was pointless to even say things like that at times like this, the vampires were the threat, fighting each other was silly.

The man called Jim told everyone that he knew a safer place than this, Iain was now getting bored, he wanted to do the mission right away. Waiting was a waste of time and energy, but he knew he needed a team to escape. Well, Iain wasn't that interested in escaping, he would only leave if he killed a vampire on the way. And he would kill one.

Jim had walked away after offering to take everyone to a safer area, he didn't even look to see if anyone followed. Iain looked at the others blankly for a second, then followed after Jim quickly, keeping his sledgehammer raised and ready to strike.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 10:55 am

OOC: No posts for two or three days, but in one we had six?

Tristan Smith

Tristan followed the scholar. Tristan kept his fingers tightened around the pistol and sighed. "Iain, which level were you born on?" Tristan asked, trying to make conversation. I was born on this one, most people from lower levels tended to be skilled in combat due to the creatures.

Tristan felt psychological ice in his veins, but he didn't say anything. His problems didn't matter, even if they cared they couldn't do anything.. He didn't like travelling in groups at all since he left the Refuge. Vampires, Lost Ones, F.E.V. experiments, the sweet life. He glanced at his Pip-Boy 2000 and pressed a button. A few words popped up and he simply nodded and pressed another button. It seemed as if Tristan was instantly soothed by looking at the few words that left the screen as fast as they came.

The darkness of Vault 37's Unknown made it seem much worse than it already was. The smell of old, dried blood invaded his nostrils. Foul. "Jim where are you going?" Mister Smith asked curiously. Smith pulled the ten millimeter pistol was lifted out of the holster and held in his hands. The heavy weight of the metal instrument was familiar, it was heavier than most hand-guns, however it gave him a sense of security. As false-placed as it was.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 9:56 am

Jim Silversmith, reclusive and antisocial as part of his cowardly nature chose not to respond to any of the men followinf him to his study. Once inside he clicked on the lamp and set the jarred moth among his piles of books. He realized suddenly that he would not be able to take them all with him. The Book Of Nod being one of the thinner volumes and pertaining to vampires he took first and stuffed into his book bag along with several of his favorite romance novels and finally the Encyclopedia of Vampires and Other Monsters. The last book he decided was worth carrying weighted down his bookbag even further: Monstres And Their Kynde (a very old book, several hundred years older than the others).

The others had followed him and each had entered and observed his home in his own way. Jim walked through them and closed the door.

"We must still keep fairly quiet of course. But at least here we are not likely to be disturbed. We can plan this escape. Unless of course we are to try this expedition with no plan but to simply wander into their territory and hope we are not all slaughtered." He spoke with a mixture of pedantic irony and a kind of abrasive tone that surely the other men here found annoying at the least. But some realized that he had done his part sofar in providing a safe place to meet and figure out how this suicide mission could be an escape.

"Anyone?" Jim asked as reactions seemed to be being carefully considered. A leader always came forward. One always had since the dawn of time. And these dark corridors filled with terrors beyond imagination had verily kept things rather primal.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:19 pm

Tristan Smith

OOC: Sorry for short post.

Tristan stepped towards the door and stated, "We'll be leaving Level Five, people. Before we go, I need to know who's with me. If you are let me know, if you're not, then have fun being dinner for a travelling Lost One." His tone was assertive, but not aggressive. These Vault Rats probably will come with me. I show I can protect them from some dangers.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:24 pm

OOC:

Smith pulled the ten millimeter pistol was lifted out of the holster and held in his hands.

he already had it out hadn't he?

Anthony Williams

Anthony skulked to the back of the group. He wanted to be able to see everyone. Soon they came upon the silver-haired man's house. Or the closest thing to one. The place was fairly small, but he had an assortment of books with him. Anthony didn't notice anything in particular though, and he also didn't really want any of them anyway. He wasn't here for that, he was here to find his mother, if there is any mother left. Who knows what cold have happened to her. At that time, Anthony decided to distract himself with his Pip-Boy. He switched over to the map section, and noticed the map revealed not only where he was, but where he's been. This will come in handy, Anthony thought to himself. His thoughts were cut short by yet another grand speech.

"We'll be leaving Level Five, people. Before we go, I need to know who's with me. If you are let me know, if you're not, then have fun being dinner for a travelling Lost One."

Anthony wasn't planning on leaving, so he could go. "I'm not ready to leave yet, I have some business to take care of on Level Five."

He stopped, then as an afterthought added before leaving."I don't know where I'm going, but I need to find my mother. If you want to come with me you can."

With that, he left the room and into the dim-lit corridors once more. He figured to himself the first door he would be out here for a while, but it was something he needed to do.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:08 am

Jim watched Anthony go and considered that this half baked escape plan would probably get everyone here killed. If Anthony followed later he would meet only the scholar who had no taste for reckless adventure. He listened to the plan with disappointment and decided to stick to his own plan: if things got hairy which they surely would, he was gonna run away.

"I will follow you Tristan, but I am not gonna go toe to toe with any vampires or test my luck on their traps." Jim Silversmith took his flyswatter and the jarred moth. Now he had his encumbering bookbag slung over one shoulder, his swatter holstered and the jarred moth under one arm. He looked around at the others reading various thinking process on thair faces.

At least they were not idiots after all, it seemed. There was a chance in hell they would make it out alive. At least some of them anyway. Jim Silversmith planned on being a survivor. He was no hero...

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 1:06 am

please post people!! I don;t want this to die like all the others.

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 3:22 am

"We'll be leaving Level Five, people. Before we go, I need to know who's with me. If you are let me know, if you're not, then have fun being dinner for a travelling Lost One."

The young lad Anthony wasn't going however he said he needed to finish business on the level everyone was on. He needed to find his mother and offered if anybody would come with him, after the offer he walked away, leaving an uneasy silence in the room. The guy was just a kid, to Iain's eyes anyway, he had a feeling that Anthony would never be seen again, and Iain's feelings were usually right. Note that Iain wasn't that bothered about the kid, but that a Vampire might come his way.

"I'm with you, but I'm going to help Anthony" Iain put on a serious tone, "Don't think I'm not escaping with you, I'll meet up with you later on, trust me on that."

After speaking Iain quickly left and tailed after Anthony, he wasn't that far away so when Iain reached him he whispered, "I'm here for your protection, lead the way. And if you have a plan don't tell me it. NOTHING goes to plan, remember that"

» Sun Dec 05, 2010 2:13 am

OP requested close.