G'day people, I've taken a bit of a holiday from this site in recent months mainly due to the fact I had no decent Ideas and I didn't want to clog up the board with rubbish. Now though I'm back and ready with an idea that should get me back into the swing of the board. This should be fun because most of the RPers I am used to working with are now unfortunately names on the casualites topic so I get to work with a whole new group of RPers and adapt some finer points of thier wiriting into my own.

THE STORY

The wasteland greets the onset of spring for the first time since the fall of the bombs and the day the world burned. Trees sprout from the once cracked and arrid land, rain falls feeding the growth of struggleing new plants and washing the dust from the towering sunbaked wasteland ruins. Life seems to return somewhat to the once desimated land.

The new life and rain in the wasteland also serves to cool the smouldering furnaces of anger and hatred between the once warring factions vyeing for control of the wastes, the Brotherhood of Steel and the Enclave signing a temporary cease fire driven by thier visonary new leaders Elder Dameclies and
President Thomas. The two men able to see past the partisan nature of thier predecessors to preserve the delicate new life slowly reclaiming the wasteland.

The rain also served to expose a terrible weakness in the FEV virus that corses through the blood of the fearsome Super Mutants as thier otherwise near impenatrable hide becomes cumbersome, bloated and soft with the falling water, leaving deep gashes and lasserations at the slightest contact. The mutnats fell into retreat running back thier dry vaults and mountain cabins in an attempt to avoid the rain.

Though all is not well in the wastes as a new threat has risen to take the place of war, famine, irradiated water and hulking predetors, a threat invisible to man and impossible to defend against. A disease flourishes in the new environment, a disease unlike any before or after the fall of man, moving from person to person in an unstoppable tide of death and sorrow. The disease lies dormant in the host for a week before begining its attack on the hapless wastelander. The decent into death is neither quick, painless or dignified as the disease graduly shuts down the the functions of the limbs and senses before huge welts develope on the victim as a gruesome prelude to the eventual strike of massive hemoraghing and death. No-one is immune from this threat from the richest tyrnat to the filthiets brahmin farmer.

You are the most brilliant minds in the waste, drawn from all cultures and areas in this scorched earth you are the land's only hope of stopping this virus before it demolishes all life.


THE CHARACTER SHEETS

Name: Nothing rediculous please

Age: No-one over 50 except for Gouhls

Race: self explanitory

Gender: as above

Speciality: Head Doctor (me) Doctors (5 spots available), Elite Gaurd (4 spots available, 2 BOS 2 Enclave), Gaurds (5 spots)

Appearance: Physical specifications, face, tatoos, other miscelania and abilities, obviously Elite Gaurds and Gaurds will be fitter and stronger than Doctors

Equipment / Clothing: Elite Guards may use thier faction's power armour, power armour is not permitted to other players.

Weapons: please be realistic

Quick Bio: story of your Character

THE RULES:

1. I am god of the RP my word is law

2. If you have an idea that will completley change the RP then PM me it before posting.

3. I can choose to infect you at any point of the RP via PM, act how you think your character would react to the gradual realiseation that he is infected with MAD, I will PM when the Disease takes effect

4. If you get infected it doesnt mean your certain to die

5. Realism when combat occurs is a must

6. MOST IMPORTANT, have fun.

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good luck

Hmm... It's been ages since I've seen you last, and this idea intrigues me...

Name: Lan Cheffe

Age: 43

Race: Human/Caucasian

Gender: Male

Speciality: Doctor

Appearance: 5'6, long brown hair, deep brown eyes, rough goatee, little muscle.
Has a constant look of deep thought in his eyes, never seems to be looking at anything in particular, (But looks are deceiving). His face is aged without having been turned to anything terrible-looking or 'ugly'. Still slightly handsome, but never seems to show interest in his looks.

Equipment / Clothing: Light tanned trousers, bleached white button up long sleeved shirt, long lab coat that covers from wrists down to knees. Carries at least four empty syringes and different liquids/chemicals depending on where he is.

Weapons: 14mm pistol

Quick Bio: Lan started out like any other Waster, making his way through childhood and adolescence as best he could. As he grew older his parents found he had a talent for solving difficult problems and memorising a great number of things. They decided to pack up from their shack and move to a larger area, namely; Megaton. There, Lan learnt from the local doctor about medicating wounds and dealing with different diseases. Soon enough he had learnt all he could be tought and moved on.

A few years after that he was found by a group of Raiders, whom asked him to help one of their men. He hadn't sworn a Doctor's oath, nor had he wanted to, but he realised that the injured man was only human and took care of him. After a Month of being with Raiders he picked up a few tips from the rowdy bunch and was even given a 14mm pistol for helping one of their friends. It wasn't until he left that he found out he'd helped the leader of the small group, and he was told that should he ever need them; he could ask for their help.

Moving on from his friends he found that word spread quickly and no groups of Raiders would attack him. At times, he was even reached out to help other groups and steadily made more and more friends. With time, he learned more of his craft from the different people he met, and when finally spring came along he found it different and refreshing. But, when M.A.D spread lose amongst the people he got news that the leader of those Raiders had gotten the disease and died.

Filled with anger over his only true friend, even though he was a Raider, dying; he moved on and volunteered to help out with eliminating the disease. He still realises that that group of Raiders offered to help him, but he believes that they'd need his help more than he'd ever need their's.

Name: Dr Aston Turrell

Age: 42

Race: Enlgish Caucasian

Gender: Male

Speciality: Head Doctor

Appearance: Aston is an unremarkable man standing at five foot eleven inches, his face looks young for his age but for being slightly wrinkled and creased from a life of stress and intelectual strain. Aston keeps himself in shape and is lean and fit without being what you would call muscular. He has a permanantly excited look on his face while his blue eyes convey his constant immersion in thought. He has a long main of silver hari with hints of its origional blonde

Equipment / Clothing: Aston wears a long pre-war doctors coat with rolled up sleeves and leather fingerless gloves over a black shirt and jeans, with work boot on his feet. a set of hypodermic needles, a back pack filled with stimpacks and various other chems aswell as some experimental drugs.

Weapons: a rarely used 10mm pistol, Aston is not what you would describe as a good shooter.

Quick Bio:

Aston was born in Rivet city but was abandoned at the hosptial as his mother left to return alone to her home outside in the wastes. Aston was adopted by the young assisstant in the clinic and grew with an unending thirst for knowledge about all things medical.

Aston spent most of his youth exploring ancient hospitals for medical texts and resources accompanied and protecded by a band of mercenaries he was shielded form the more combat focused side of his explorations.

By the start of the MAD pandemic Aston was the foremost medical authority in the wastes and was naturaly contacted by the joint government chaired by Thomas and Damiclies to discover a way to isloate and combat the disease. Aston accepted out of not only a sense of civic duty but for the challenge of defeating this new disease.

Aston Hand picked his medical team from all over the wastes for thier different abilities and commitment to thier work but is unsure of how the group will work together as egos clash and differing opinons on the disease come to the fore. Also unkown to the team, Aston picked them for thier differing immunity strengths and cultural background.

Aston can be overly driven at times and gets frustrated at those he belives to be doing the bare minimum. When calm Aston is easey to get along with and makes jokes being an active member of the group but when stressed Aston can be overly focused and will stop at nothing to defeat the MAD virus.

Name: Kasandra "Sandra" Maxwell.

Age: 29.
Race: American, North-Eastern.
Gender: Female.


Speciality: Captain of the Elite Guard.
Appearance: Kasandra is 6'3 and has an athletic build, She is strong but not overly muscular, She has bright purple eyes from years of testing in the enclave, She always has bright orange lipstick on her lips. She has long raven black hair that runs down her back to the base of her spine, she keeps it in perfect order, every few inces she has metal rings in her hair to keep them together, with a gold ring at the bottom.


Armour: Prototype Enclave Power Armour. (Thicker Plating and Stronger Bonding between plates.)
Prototype Enclave Power Helmet. (Removable visor, tactical data display and HUD inside.)

Weapons: Kasandra carries a NATO FN SCAR-H / Mk.17 rifle as her main weapon, she has fitted a laser pointer to the end and given her rifle an extended magazine, she carries a scope with her that she attaches to her gun when she needs to snipe. She carries a Colt Anaconda as her side arm, it is made of black metal and has engravings like a vine wrapping around the edge of the barrel, the engravings are filled with gold.


Quick Bio:
Kasandra has served in the enclave for many years. When the treaty was signed between the leaders of the BoS and the Enclave, she rejoiced, no longer did she have to fight and see her men, her brothers and sisters dying on the field. When the MAD virus hit, she sunk into a deep depression, for the past few weeks there had been peace and no deaths, now soldiers were dying in their hundreds, it was impossible to see who was next. Atleast with war she could see who she was fighting, and who was doing the killing, blame could be placed and revenge could be taken. But with the virus, there was no one to fight, no one to kill and no revenge to be had.

When the joined forces of the Brotherhood and the Enclave came together with a new specialist, it was said that he knew how to stop the virus, so when the joint cheifs of the enclave asked her to become his private body guard and leader of his Personal Retinue, she immediately accepted the role and has been protecting him since the begining of his tenure with Enclave and the Bos.

Cooking up a sheet now, be up in a bit.

This does sound interesting. Could you please tell me what year this takes place in?

fifty years after the events of fallout three. very happy with who's joined so far especialy exited with the prospect of RPing with DS agian.

I've got some spare time to waste. Might as well make that time useful. Count me in. I'll start on a paper soon enough.

Also, count me in as a guard. I'm not much for a science type character.

Name: Jeffrey (Jeff) Renold.

Age: 26

Race: Human/Hispanic

Gender: Male

Specialty: Guard

Appearance: Being young, he has still managed to look semi nice, having light side-burns and whiskers surrounding his face. He always seemed to have a smirk on his face, even in battle. His hair is brown and short, tipping up in the front. He has a fine torso build, muscular. His legs and arms are quite thin though. His green eyes show a bit of fear at times, even when he is not in danger.

Equipment / Clothing: White t-shirt with a holotag dangling from his neck. A pair of black combat pants that have been through much and now look a tad tan. Brown boots cover his feet, laces often fluttering in the breeze. He also carries a black overcoat in his pack that he wears on his back, made of cloth and held together by large amount of tape. He is often seen with a baseball cap on, protecting him from the Wastes windy climate at times. He also keeps a picture of his family hidden away in a section of his boot.

Weapons: G3 Single shot battle rifle with detachable scope. 9mm pistol.

Quick Bio: Jeff was born in Tenpenny Tower, taught to be sophisticated and intelligent in situations. His parents where very strict on his activities and never let him wander past the walls. He also lived with a girl named Anne who was a couple months younger than him. That treated each other as siblings, as Anne's parents had both been killed by feral ghouls.

After one particular boring day, he decided to sneak out with Anne to explore past the walls. They both quickly crawled up the wall, easily making it to the other side. They headed north; to find a place called "Megaton" they had heard so much about. Fortunately, Jeff had taken his father's hunting rifle, and cleared the way of anything that could harm them. After about two days, they reached the town and began life together there.

During Spring, life had begun to flourish again, filling the Wasteland with trees and rain. Fighting stopped between the Enclave and Brotherhood, making it much more peaceful. Unfortunately, a new disease had sprung up, taking life away from person to person. He hadn't thought of it much until the worst had happened. Anne had been infected with the disease, and Jeff was in danger of having it.

After being in denial that Anne had gotten it, he heard of a group that was going to try to find out what the disease really was and how to stop it. He was no scientist, but he could prove useful during combat situations. He said goodbye to Megaton, saying he would be back if he could. He there was a chance to stop and cure the disease, and he wanted to be a part of it. He hated it, and wanted it gone. That was the only goal in mind, to find what it was and to try to stop and cure it.

Name: Jack Dempsey

Age: 32

Race: Caucasian/Human

Gender: Male

Speciality: Elite Guard

Appearance: Well fit and toned. Looking like a US Marine from yester years. He had jet black hair, tanned skin, and stand around 5’10 and 190lbs. He has a couple scars here and there, some from his younger days, others from combat. Jack also had dark Hazel eyes, almost brown but look close enough and you can see the green.

Equipment / Clothing: Merc Grunt Outfit, and BOS T-45b Power Armor, 4x Stim-pack, 4x Med-x, 4x Jet, 6x Whiskey

Weapons: 7.62 Galil Assault Rifle, 10mm SMG, 2x Frag Grenades, 2x FB Grenades, Combat knife

Quick Bio: Born into the Brotherhood of Steel, Jack rose through the ranks to become a Knight. Though not very high in rank, Jack showed he had the skills to lead; but when put in the position of leading a squad or group. He would try his best to make everything the absolute worse for everyone, including himself. When his squad mates said that something shouldn’t be done, or that whatever he was thinking should be done was stupid. It was a 100% chance, that Jack would do it and surprisingly hardly lose a person in the end. Even though he was a bit of a psychopath for doing such things, and doing them well. His commanding officers realized he was not fit for commanding a squad; and put him back under command just where he liked to be. He's also a heavy alcoholic.

Following the events of the new found problem, and disease. Jack wasn’t to sure about the new alliances being made, but didn’t care to speak up for if something did go wrong with the new ‘allies’ he could easily just put a bullet in their head. Jack has become a hollow man; the main reason being that a close friend and possible ‘lover’ (the contents of these rumors have not yet been proven) and have caused Jack to care little for living, even though before he cared little for it anyway. Much of Jacks attitude is dark and seedy, many preferring to stay away from him, but do to squad policy and Elite Guard etiquette; they have to stick close with him, unknowing to his sometimes outbursts of frustration and rage.

Name: Gavin McCall

Age: 34

Race: Human/White

Gender: Male

Specialty: Guard

Appearance: Gavin stands a solid 5'11'', his musculature fills out his clothing fully. His brown hair is buzzed, he has dark brown eyes. His nose is short and up-pointed, his lips are thin and face spare. He has a high forehead. His skin is tanned.

Equipment / Clothing: He wears standard combat armor over a greasy wife-beater and worn Army fatigues, which are tucked into his straight-laced boots. He also carries a backpack containing water, food rations, rotgut, and the standard radiation-flushing medications. Also carries around a pad of paper with a pen, and who knows the contents of his wallet.

Weapons: Beat-up AK-47 with some ammo magazines. Also a switchblade.

Quick Bio: Gavin McCall was raised by his mother, his father was a traveling trader who one day did not come back. They shared a small apartment in Rivet City, his mother and he, she worked in the kitchen and he spent his time exploring the vast depths of the ship they called their home. Eventually, one of the engineers responsible for keeping the ship afloat and the citizens alive took him under his wing and taught him the inner-workings of the tub.

Gavin was enthralled with the machinery, and soon took regular rounds operating the water purifiers, furnaces, and other necessary equipment. This was how he spent his time from the end of his teen years to his late twenties. A little after his 30th birthday he left Rivet City, no one knows exactly why. His mother was dead by then, and he was alone. Maybe a girl? Or just an insatiable wanderlust. Only he knows for sure. Whatever the reason, he made it more-or-less easily to Megaton where he joined up as a bodyguard for caravans.

In the ensuing years he offered solid protection, and only lost two caravans, one to a Deathclaw, and another to a renegade Enclave sect. He met the new found peace with a certain distrust, and was not especially happy about it, putting him out of work and all. He had retired to a hole in Megaton, idly passing the days, when he was summoned to work for the scientists developing the cure.

Great sheets everybody and you're all accepted, just a few very minor things to point out.

1. : Sorted, thanks

2. :1 more Elite Guard needed

3. :Sorted

Name: Shun Ru

Age: 26

Race: Human/Chinese

Gender: Male
Speciality: Guard

Appearance: Black hair, somewhat muscular, looks a little sickly due to his inconsistent sleep and eating.

Equipment / Clothing: Rivet City Security Uniform
Weapons: 10mm SMG, Chinese Officers Sword

Quick Bio: A distant descendant of one of the Chinese Remnant Soldiers. Raised in Rivet City and a friend of Aston Turell.

Ru learned a lot about viruses and medicine from all the books and pamphlets Aston would give him. Ru must have read Vault-Tec's "Dealing with Mr. Virus" at least a dozen times. The middle school textbooks he's borrowed from Rivet City's scientist also gave him a basic understanding of genetics and ecology.

Ru has no strong opinion either way towards the BOS or the Enclave. Ru has never been wronged by anyone, but he knows where his great-great-grandfather stands.

Despite all the material he's read, Ru cant possibly compare himself to Aston, but he knows enough to appreciate the magnitude of the current situation. So when Aston left to combat the MAD outbreak, Ru refused to let him leave without him.

Your accepted wasteland scholar.

ill probably join, i will get a sheet ready but im off to work soon, oh joy!
(ill be ghoul)

Name: Taya Harrison

Age: 27

Race: Ghoul

Gender: Female

Speciality: Doctor

Appearance: Taya looks like she is in the processes of the transition into a ghoul, but mostly ghoul than human now. She stands at most 5'5'' with blue eyes
Equipment / Clothing: she covers most of her body with a long doctors coat and dark, hand sewn pants. below the coat she wears a long sleeved shirt and vest

Weapons:10mm pistol concealed in the coat for protection only

Quick Bio: When her mother died in childbirth and her father left and went and got himself shot, Taya was left in the care of her traveling Aunt and Uncle. A now known doctor around the waists, Taya picked up on her doctoring skills from her aunt at an early age, asking questions about the different supplies, watching and even helping give shots and quick stitches to the customers. Being with her Aunt and Uncle in the waists helped Taya learn to respect the outland world. She can fight pretty well but would rather help people than kill them. She set off as her own traveling doctor on her 18th birthday as her aunt and uncle bought her her own brahmin and saddle pack.

Seven years ago Taya was a traveling caravan doctor but that all changed when she was shot at by hidden bandits. Her guard Marco shot them all down but not before she was hit in the arm and knocked back into a pit of highly radiated muck (next to a dump outpost, even with trees and stuff its radiated bad, right?). Under the shock, Taya laid in the muck waiting for her mind to catch up with what happened. Marco rescued her by pulling her out of the muck, and allowed her to self medicate herself and find the nearest source of water, the new river. She washed herself clean and bandaged herself but didn't even realize that she fell in radiated muck and left herself go unchecked until the signs started to show years later. Her hair began to fall out in clumps when she brushed her hair and her skin started to flake off in little patches, she is now in the process of the transformation between human and ghoul.

(can she be a ghoul doctor?)

I dont see why she can't bea doctor, my favorite doctor in fallout 3 was a ghoul.

I really want to start this quite soon so I'm going to fill all vacant positions by asking people I have RP'd with before (no offence if its my first time with you I just know what to expect with these guys), to do two characters instead of just one via pm. I myself will take on another character too but he wont be overly involved, just making up the numbers really.

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Name: Francis Griffith

Age: 32

Race: Human, African American

Gender: Male

Speciality: Elite guard

Appearance: Francis is a hulk of a man, built like a pre-war line backer Francis has used his immense bulk to reach his place in life and stands in such a way as exentuate his size even further. Francis has a rather averadge face, a few scars here, a broken nose there, but the eyes seeth with an anger and exitement alien to his usualy calm and somewhat slow attitude. Francis stands at six foot four inches towering above almost all others in the wastes.

Equipment / Clothing: BOS power armour chopped of at the elbow, helmetless. two power fists modified to allow him to also wield his super sledge, sacrificeing some of the power of the weapons.

Weapons: two power fists modified to allow him to also wield his super sledge, sacrificeing some of the power of the weapons. His super sledge is uniquely designed for him with a bigger buisness end and thicker shaft for maximum damage, his sledge is painet jet black with no trim color but for a thin red hourglass on each end of the head. No guns.


Quick Bio: Francis was born with the bortherhood and as such was trapped into a life of service with them. Francis loved the thrill of combat growing up but despised thier reluctance to throw everything into attack in an all out war with the Enclave. Francis' assension through the ranks of The BOS was slow and full of near scraqes and incidents that warrented a court marshall.

Francis was enraged when Dameclies signed the ceasefire with the Enclave and decended into a maddend frenzy in the citidel, seriously wounding six initiates before he was able to be restrained. The BOS court chaired by Elder Dameclies himself were considering a death scentence until they decided to give him a usefull death and send him to guard the MAD research team.

Francis is universaly looked down on and despised by every BOS and Enclave soldier as a cautionary tale of what losing the most tresured tool in a soldiers repetoir, control can bring.

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Nazguljcg you have twentey four hours to get your sheet up or we start with out you. which would be a real shame because you are a very good writer.

And here is Naz's sheet! He'd post it up himself if Beth Forums weren't lagging out on him...

Name: John Clark

Age: 288

Race: Ghoul

Gender: Male

Speciality: Doctor

Appearance: John stands 5'7' tall. He is fit though is not muscular. He has blue eyes and his features are...well....ghoulish. John still has two tufts of brown hair on his head.

Equipment / Clothing: Green scrubs with black and white high top converse running shoes. White lab coat. Sunglasses. Medical kit with 10 empty syringes, gauze bandages, 5 needles, surgical thread, surgical tubing, 1 vial of anaesthetic, 1 vial of morphine, 1 vial of penicillin.

Weapons: Laser Pistol with two power settings(Stun and Kill)

Quick Bio: John first discovered his passion for healing others at age eight when he found an injured bird on his front lawn in Toronto. He spent a week nursing the bird back to health and then decided that when he grew up, he wanted to become a doctor. John's dream drove him to do well in school and he was accepted to a prestigious medical university in Canada with a full ride.

When John graduated university, went to the United States to help with the plague. In 2077, he moved to Denver when it was hit by the plague. After the bombs dropped, and after John had a long battle trying to hold on to his own sanity, he began moving across the wasteland looking for survivors and helping those in need.

John is a pacifist and will not kill unless he absolutely has to. He took the Hippocratic oath very seriously and has seen firsthand what can come of violence.

welcome to the team Naz, just waiting for Francois' second character and then were good to go.

*Multiple curses, screams and headaches later*

Give me... Half an hour, if I'm not done with the Sheet by then... Hit me.

no worries mate I can wait for a sheet of your quality.

Well.. I'm gonna dedicate this sheet to... My dog! Seriously.

Name: Freddy Flame

Age: 137

Race: Ghoul/Hispanic

Gender: Male

Speciality: Elite Guard

Appearance: Extremely strong but quite normally dim-witted, 6'2, surprisingly has a good amount of hair left on his head, coloured red and forever keeps it in as good condition as possible. As bulky as a ghoul could look, and apart from that, looks... Ghoulish.

Equipment / Clothing: Advanced Power Armor Mk. I, Helmet, compartment that holds four stimpacks, bandages and pain-killers.

Weapons:
Lil' Jesus-Small switchblade knife with an extremely sharp edge. (Kudos to any who knows where this is from!)
7.62mm Assault Rifle-Large Assault Rifle capable of tearing through nigh-on any armor or defense.

Quick Bio: Freddy was a simple Waster who ran into bad luck and was heavily irradiated; unlike most though, he survived. Moving on with his now ghoul lifestyle he dedicated himself to helping as many people as he could, doing all he could. Eventually, he came across an Enclave Patrol who were getting killed by a group of Brotherhood Soldiers. Making his decision quickly he jumped to the aid of the Enclave Soldiers.

After a few cursory grunts and mumbles he walked off, not knowing whether his choice was good or not. As he continued his travels he continued to help out Enclave Patrols more and more often, eventually ending up saving a high-ranking Squad. With the Enclave starting to run short on numbers they accepted him and he rose through the ranks quickly. Experiments were done on him to test his ghoul capabilities and he accepted it easily.

Jumping the ranks quicker by the month he eventually ended up as a Captain, the only ghoul soldier amongst the Enclave had made it very far. After Spring came to the Wastes and the MAD Virus spread, he was assigned to be a part of an Elite Squad of Guards helping protect the Scientists. Accepting the position with pride he knew that all he'd done in his life was as right as he could make it.

would you be able to make him an enclave representative?

just relised we only have one Enclave rep.

Edited the post, have a squiz and say whether or not I should change anything. Enclave Ghoul soldier, will it make sense?

with the much more liberal President Thomas at the helm it'll work.

Lock her up Mods