As the final days of the war came to their cataclysmic conclusion the entire world burned in a fire of its own rage, hate and lust for power. Two nations caused the end of the old world but they were not the only nations to pay the ultimate price for the furious ambition of man, the whole world screamed out as it burnt. All over the globe empires died, proud kingdoms and republics that had stood for centuries against all those who would seek to destroy them evaporated in an instant.

As we know the process of rebuilding in the United States was slow and arduous as rival factions tore into each other for control of their living hell and nightmarish monsters prayed on those unlucky enough to stumble upon their haunts and lairs. The fate of the rest of the world was unknown to the few survivors as international relations had shattered under the barrage of Armageddon.

Australia was in the unenviable situation of being a front line battleground between Communist China and the United States, valued for the large deposits of uranium located in the west and south of the country. The still young land was a warzone comparable to any of history’s most hellish battlegrounds, a soldier plucked from the blood-soaked fields of the Somme would easily find himself at home in downtown Melbourne.

The Americans were on the back foot early on in the conflict, the Chinese out numbered the Americans at least four to one. To make matters worse for the American forces the crippling heat of pre war Australia that often exceeded fifty five degrees centigrade prevented the deployment of power-armored troops. The Americans were suffering severe losses and were gradually being beaten back to their stronghold in Adelaide.

The conflict changed though as the people of Australia rallied behind the Americans yearning for Australia’s golden age of democracy. The local populous combined lighting quick guerrilla tactics with the brute force of the American military, the Chinese started suffering heavy losses as weakened forces retreating from the renewed American forces were picked off by the elite local troops.

The Australian Bushland became a place of horror and nightmare within the Chinese ranks, myths about the fighters spread and small victories passed on by word of mouth became crushing massacres. And the Chinese eventually pulled out of Australia beaten and dejected.

When the bombs fell Australia received the second highest bombardment after the United States, out of spite or fear of retribution it isn’t known, Australia was devastated. Every capital was burnt to a cinder in the atomic fire, the golden sand beached were transformed into pits of radioactive sludge able only to support wretched creatures for whom life was but an unbearable sprint towards the release of death.

For a time nothing happened and the land lay silent, eventually though people resurfaced and began to build settlements and tried to rebuild their shattered lives.

After life had returned in a form comparable to that of the wastes the Country most now face a new threat, the Enclave want their old territory back and they will stop at nothing to get it.

You are the only thing standing in their way, you must uphold the Glorious name and reputation of Australia’s once proud fighting force. You are the best Australia has to offer, you are the Post Apocalyptic ANZACS.

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1. There is no hierarchy below me, every other poster is an equal
2. No ubering
3. This is a democracy if you don't like a decision I have made then PM me I will take it on board and make a note of how you wnat the RP to go even if i don't act on it immediately I will try and implement as much of your input as I can.
4. Respect your fellow RPers ( No controlling other peoples chars and no killing them etc )
5. NO ONE LINERS. I can't stress this enough, posts must be at least two four line paragraphs long apart from in the meeting thread, if you post a one liner a super mutant behemoth will be dropped on your char's head
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Char Sheet

Name: Nothing stupid

Age: nothing over 40 unless a ghoul

Race: If a ghoul specify pre ghoul race aswell

Gender: self explanatory

Clothing/Armour: No Power armor ( never reached Australia )

Weapons: Be realistic, real weapons allowed

Appearance: Please be descriptive

Quick Bio: History and back story of your character ( Be original, for example no ex BOS soldiers who's parents were killed by raiders)

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I have to go sort some things out so I'll get my Char sheet up soon

Edit: Cleaned up some stupid typos, can't see any more but if there are please point them out to me

Name: Luke Turrell

Age: 26

Race: Caucasian / Australian

Gender: Male

Clothing/Armour: Luke wheres a a blood stained white vest under a long black leather coat rolled up at the sleeves, his hands are bandaged up from his hands to half way between his wrist and elbow to conceal horrible burns Luke received as a child. He wears dusty black jeans held up by a kangaroo leather belt with a sterling silver belt in the shape of a brown snake head. Luke wears scuffed black leather boots with a steel toe. Luke wears a silver ring on the ring finger of his left hand despite being unmarried.

Weapons: Luke utilizes his size and build by fighting at close range with an old sledgehammer, he has whittled the handle to resemble an Eastern brown snake. At range or against creatures where close combat would be suicide Luke uses an old Napoleonic period pistol he looted from a museum and converted to fire .44 magnum rounds.

Appearance: Luke is a giant standing at six foot six and weighing ninety seven kilos. He has the physique of a heavyweight boxer and is quite an imposing figure. Luke has a quite gaunt looking face, making him look years older than he actually is. His eyes are a dull hazel brown and are quite sunken back into his head casting shadows over the eyes giving him an off putting unworldly look. His face is quite drawn with tight skin and many worry lines on his fore head which serve as record of an extremely hard life. Luke is quite tanned with a slightly Italian look to him. He is clean shaven around his face but has quite hairy arms. Luke's hair is worn short and messy and is a dark brown bordering on black.

Quick Bio: Luke grew up in a small settlement in South Australia that was formerly the prolific wine region known as the Barossa Valley. Luke's mother died giving birth to him and his father had died soon after of a snake bite so he was raised by his brother. Luke grew up fending for himself and protecting his small farm and brother, Luke asserted a great presence in the community with his size and soon formed a small police service within the town. After bringing some order and civility to the area Luke left to explore Australia and recruited a small bad of like minded people to defend the country from any threat that may appear.

I'd love to sign up but I have a couple of questions.

Where abouts in Australia are we?

Why do the Enclave want their territory back? Or is the reason to be found out later?

That's all I've got for now although I may think up some more later.

Good questions mate and it's good to see you back on here.

1. The home base of sorts is a town built in the ruins of Adelaide SA. (Mainly because I know the area quite well) but there will be traveling to other states and territories.

2. other than their usual motivations the Enclave do have an ulterior motive that will be revealed as the story progresses

Looks like a good quality RP that I haven't seen in a while. Though I don't know much about Australian geography.

Name: Roger Owens

Race: Caucasian/ slight Chinese blood

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Clothing/armor: Roger wears a weathered pith helmet that has an old flag of Australia on it. He wears old khaki trousers and an old army field tunic he found in an army surplus store. He also has a sturdy pair of brown boots that he found in the same location as well. he has several assorted pouches on him but most of the weight he carries is on his back, a large pack that carries his custom made UAV. He has a thick cotton coat that he carries in a roll slung over his back on top of the pack carrying his UAV. It is surprisingly compact for a UAV, short of high tech pre-war ones.

Weapons: A old rusty UAV controlled through a small portable terminal and controller in Roger's pack. It was assembled out of old scrap and junk from vehicles and is powered by an old scratched up propeller, the UAV has a camera and a small caliber machine gun with a limited amount of ammunition on it, it is Roger's main weapon as he prefers to go cautiously. Though when he is in combat he carries a Lee Enfield SMLE MK III rifle that is slung over his shoulder when not in use.

Appearance: Roger has an average build and is about 5'11 and weighs in at 140lbs. He had a learned look about him and has curious eyes that is always looking at new things. His looks aren't much different from your average wastelander but he has some slight asian features on him if you look closely. He has few scars and is mostly clean shaven shaven, staying as clean as he could. He has shortly cut black hair and deep brown eyes. He looks like he has lived a life much easier and happier than most and it shows, he looks like he is actually his age, unlike many others by this time.

Bio: Roger grew up in a remote settlement where in the past chinese troops who were left behind by their commanders, blended in with the locals when united by a common cause to survive. There they took shelter in a factory complex that had manufactured drones for the military. It had long been abandoned, its production stopped by the invasion of Australia. Through sheer luck the facility had been classified as nonfunctional and was spared from the nuclear fire. It took many long years to create a settlement there but with the ingenuity of the scientists who took refuge there, they prospered and managed to maintain a town where every person knew how to assemble a basic protection and food was plentiful.

Such was the way that Roger grew up, he was taught by his father all the skills needed to repair anything and and tinkering with computers there made him able to hack most computers by the age of 13. Such a secluded paradise could not last however, a band of bloodthirsty raiders took the town by a storm one day when Roger was deep inside one of the factory offices working with his robots. The outer dwellings constructed by the earliest settlers were set ablaze and destroyed. While a few robots defended the town, it was not enough. Those who were not slaughtered immediately fell back to the factory complex where they held out along with Roger for weeks while the raiders feasted on their food supply that they stored outside. Supplies ran low in the factory so the townspeople made a daring counterattack.

Roger had created a combat UAV that allowed him to get around the enemy and take out a few, giving time for the others to charge out and lead the few robots they had left and surprise the raider horde of 100. The attack was successful though the town lay in ruins. Slowly while the town was being rebuilt, Roger was contacted by a man named Luke Turrell whose ideas made Roger join him. He is determined to wipe out bandits across Australia forever and wields a special hatred for them.

Thanks mate, it's good to be back. I don't know much about South Australia, it's the only state I haven't been to but I'll just follow your lead of coarse. I do have more questions although I do not wish to fill up the page with just questions, so I'll send a pm.

Officer Norman its good to have you on board, although what is a UAV (I don't know much about weapons TBH)

an unmanned aerial vehicle, its used for scouting purposes or for air strikes but in this case I though a small man-portable on needed a weapon

interesting, I look forward to seeing what inventive uses you come up with for the UAV

Omg, I am SO seeing if I can join this. Most Aussie RP's tend to deflate, but something gives me a feeling... That THIS. IS. THE. ONE!

Name: Andrew Theyren

Age: 22

Race: Caucasian Australian

Gender: Male

Clothing/Armour: Old and weathered combat armor that is painted light brown to blend in with Australia's dusty environment. Different pouches adorn the belt of the armor, to be used for different purposes. As examples some of the pouches on the left are for ammunition while some pouches on the right are for medication. Andrew also wears an akubra, (If you don't know what that is I will STRANGLE you), that has a few feathers stuck into the holes on the side.

Weapons: Andrew carries very few weapons because of his burning need to look down on sights on his enemies. His main weapon is something that his Father handed down to him, from his Father and so forth. He carries a http://www.firstdefense.com/html/3D50.jpg but in case of close quarters he also carries a 12mm pistol and two combat knives. His sniper rifle is his first line of defense an is the only thing he is truly trained in. Any other weapon he's given that doesn't have a scope he won't do to well in using.

Appearance: Andrew stands 5'9 tall and weighs 130lbs, he's small and light but has strength enough to stand on his own. He has darkened skin from surviving in the Australian Wasteland and thus doesn't sunburn easily. His eyes are coloured an almost muddy brown, with a cheeriness that almost eminates from them to his allies. Under his hat he has terribly messy hair but he refuses to get it cut, instead preferring to just keep it hidden under his treasured hat.

Quick Bio: Andrew was born like any other in a land of hell, at the age of 7 he was sent out hunting with his Father for meals. At the age of 12 he was the family's only hunter, as his Father was growing weary of the job and wanted to do other things for his family. Andrew learnt the skills of using scoped rifles and began to see what he could do about ambushing his prey. As time went on and he grew older his skills built, much better than any pre-war sniper.

After years and years Andrew reached the age of 18, in which his Father passed on his beloved sniper down to him. It was a gift worthy of the God's in those times and Andrew treasured it like it was a babe. He spent some days even hunting down old military installations searching for the rare 50. Cal ammunition. Years continued to pass and a man passed by the shack that his family lived in, questioning the man he found that he was creating a band of soldiers to protect Australia.

Turning to his family Andrew asked whether he could leave and pursue a dream of protecting his Country, and he left with their blessing. Moving on to other parts of the Australian Wasteland he knows that he's trained enough to keep himself alive and maybe others. He doesn't know whether Australia will need to be protected, but he knows that he will be there should protectors be needed.

Now Andy can you think of any reason I wouldn't let you join lol. good sheet, for any yanks out there an akubra is a wide brimmed hat, usually made of rabbit fur and leather

Can I chuck a party now? We has an Aussie RP... An Aussie, RP. :woot: And nobody say anything about it not even started yet, cause it has for me, in my mind. :stare:

Sorry about double post, but here's something I should tell you all...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A67ZkAd1wmI is what IsItJustMe? just listened to... Don't watch if you value your sanity, which means most of you will click it. :lmao:

I was tricked into listening to it by a devil with a french sounding username

Here's my sheet, tell me if you want anything changed. Darn you Francois I was going to have an Akubra

Name: Matt Coyle

Age: 18

Race: Caucasian, Australian.

Gender: Male

Clothing/Armour: Matt wears leather armour, with an Australian flag stitched into the back, it was found while wandering through the remains of a town out in the desert. It was found on a dead body after raiders had killed everyone in town. It helps offer protection from most things although it can grow quite hot in the blistering heat. He also wears a skull bandana around his mouth and sunglasses to keep the sand out of his eyes and mouth.

Weapons: Matt has a Colt Python which was given to him by his tribe on leaving; he also managed to pick up an AK-47 from the same deserted town as his armour. The AK is quite old and was most likely brought over by the Chinese.

Appearance: Matt stands at about 6' and weighs about 87kg. His time in the desert has given him tanned skin and once upon a time blonde hair although he prefers to shave his head so it's ash blonde instead. He has blue eyes and has a medium build. As Matt is always on the move he is quite fit and strong.

Quick Bio: Matt was born in the desert, just off Alice Springs into a tribe of nomads. The group of nomads usually stuck to the desert although occasionally traveled into towns to resupply. Matt became fascinated with the world around him; he knew there was more out there than sand and heat.

On his 18th birthday the tribe recognized him to be old enough to leave, they supported him in leaving but they also knew that wastes of Australia were dangerous. They gave over their only protection to him, which was the Colt Python and then wished him good luck on his journey.

Matt headed south; he'd had enough of the desert. While he was used to wandering, he grew lonely. Eventually Matt found a small settlement and heard about a small group that also wished to explore Australia; he jumped at the idea to travel with other companions.

Alright, this looks like it could be pretty quality.

Name: Samuel Hunter (call him Sam)

Age: 23

Race: Caucasian (American, his ancestors moved to Aussie before the **** hit the fan with China.)

Gender: Male

Clothing/Armour: Sam wears a black t-shirt, desert camo cargo pants, and black army boots, all found in a crate of US army surplus he found. He also has a pair of silver-tinted shades and a grey bandana.

Weapons: Sam has in his possession a Ruger Redhawk .44 (no scope), and an N99 10mm pistol (I hate using non Fallout weapons :yuck: ). A machete in a sheath is strapped over his back.

Appearance: Sam is 5'8, weighing in at 140. He seems much paler then most due to his usually only coming out at night (he hates excessive heat.) His hair is dirty blonde (blonde slowly turning brown)

Quick Bio: Sam grew up in a small town of scrap metal shacks (no one even gave the town a name). He was raised without a mother figure, because his mom died during childbirth (no sanitary conditions or decent equipment you see), so his father had to raise him alone. Sam liked the town, but longed to see other places. He tried leaving on his own when he was 15, but Michael Hunter is not someone you argue with :swear: . He ended up having to sneak out when he was 19. He did a little scaving (from which he got his military gear), some odd jobs at larger settlements, even some bounty hunting. He bought his handguns and machete after a year or so of that, and has recently heard of this new adventuring group. "Why not?" he thought to himself.....

I know I said I'd never make another RP, but I never said I wouldn't join anymore. So, if you'll have me I'd join. Seems we've got a couple good RP'ers, so it won't be so bad. Give me some time to come up with a CS.

EDIT: Oh, and here be a http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b0/MQ-9_Reaper_in_flight_%282007%29.jpg/800px-MQ-9_Reaper_in_flight_%282007%29.jpg

I'd be happy to have you aboard mate, and thanks for the link

OK if there are no more sign ups by tomorrow then I'll start the RP with just us

Name: Marcus Park

Age: 32

Race: Caucasian

Gender: Male

Clothing/Armor:

- OD T-shirt

- Bullet Proof Vest

- Sandy Overcoat w/http://static.gigwise.com/gallery/theoffspring-logo.jpg

- Brown Ripped Cargo Pants

- http://www.gasmasks.net/database/russia3/ru-086.jpg

- Leather Gloves

- Sandy Military Boots.

Weapons:

- PPSh-41 Sub Machine-gun

- SKS Type 56 Rifle

- 4x Frag Grenade

- KA Bar Knife

Appearance:

- Well tanned skin

- Short Brown Hair

- Brown Goatee

- 5'10

- 188lbs

- Toned muscular build like a Marine

- Chiseled Face


Quick Bio: Marcus was born in what was once Queensland, Australia. He had a rough childhood. His mother was very dependent on her husband, and as a fact she was treated harshly by him when he was drunk; which was often. Marcus was also treated hard by his drunken father, and as a result began to build up a tough outer shell to words and violence. He would get regular beatings by his father, but when Marcus was 12 or so years old, the tears and screaming of pain stopped, and along with it the beatings. The father never again beat Marcus, and as an accident one night during one of his drunken rages killed his wife, Marcus' mother. The result was Marcus leaving his father and the settlement for good, and his past of torment and terror behind as well. As the years went on, Marcus took control of a small raider party, killing Caravan drivers and taking the loot for themselves. When Marcus was 26 or so, his days as a Raider ceased after he was accused of stealing from the groups main stash.

Whether it was true or not, Marcus never said. Soon after, Marcus was once again on his own with nothing but the weapons he took the night before his escape, and the clothes on his back. He wandered through the wasteland hungry, thirsty, and in need of somewhere to call home. Two years later, Marcus came in contact with a man he never thought he'd see again. His father. When he did, he could only look down with pity at what his father had become. The man was nearly dead, and fairly sober. The two traveled the wasteland together, before stumbling upon a small little settlement where Marcus could trade his skills for money and food. Marcus left his father in that settlement, never speaking to him again. When Marcus heard of a possible threat, and the chance to possibly make some money and get some food, he jumped on the chance. He wasn't really behind the movement, but was more in it for the food, money, status, and now the women that flocked around him.

Personality: Marcus hides his Raider past to others, and gives off a more less than caring tone when around his fighting brothers and sisters. He's become quite the ladies man, and focuses much of his off time, in certain cathouses and other places of vice. He's a good fighter, and knows what needs to be done, but can at times be hostile when his past is brought up, and put into question.

Luke surveyed the broken and charred land that his hastily assembled mob of fighters and scouts had stretched out before them, it would take unknown hours to traverse this arid stretch of bush land. The place seemed devoid of life and the silence coupled with the unbearable heat from the raging sun made it hard to focus. Luke knew that this was dangerous, even in the most silent and apparently uninhabited patch of bush land a single lapse of concentration could leave you vulnerable to attacks from any number of hellish creatures that lay in wait.

Behind him his crew trudged resolutely in the long length of his shadow. They were the best the country had to offer, everyone a hardened veteran or intelligent strategist, the only thing that stymied their success was the small size of their group. Despite this Luke knew that if given the choice of these five men or hundreds of trained soldiers Luke would keep this group of brawlers and warriors.

They had been called out of their home base in Victoria Square, the only place in Adelaide completely secure from the horrors that stalked the city. A message had come from a small town on the border with Victoria, raids by groups of highly trained soldiers, Luke was unsure of the merit of the report as the end of the message rambled madly about man shaped tanks and weapons that shot green and red light.

Luke's train of thought was broken by a shifting in sand in the corner of his eye. Luke knew the signs immediately, " Boys stop, we've got a brown snake following us, you know the drill, don't move until I signal. The group ground to a halt and the sand continued to shift, a brown head with scales the size of dinner plates began to rise out of the terracotta sand and dust.

The post war brown snake was a fearsome sight to behold, as the body of the snake reared up into the trademark S that even before the war signaled the final warning a brown snake would give before lunging. When completely out of the sand the snake stood eleven feet in the air.

Luke was fixated on the snakes eyes, black like oil with think white pupils they were fixed on the leader of the group, Luke knew that the time for standing still and hoping the snake would be unable to see them had passed. The snake hissed, the sound making Luke's machete vibrate at his hip and his brain rattle in his head. The snake began to shift its weight for a lunge, Luke's hand shot down to his hip, he brought his pistol up to his eye line and picked out the mammoth serpents left eye, he squeezed the trigger and the saucer like eyes burst into an explosion of optical fluid and blood. The right eye soon followed suit.

" Quick Boys, lets finish this one quickly!"

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Sorry this is late I had a truckload of stuff to do last night

Its a new year and a new chance for this board, lets hope that this rp sticks, i certainly hope it works out, it sounds like a very good idea. I hope that this works out the way you plan on it, sorry for the late

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Name: Evening Green.
Alias: Eve Fox.

Age: 29.
Race: Caucasian.
Gender: ♀

Clothing/Armour: Eve wears a light flak vest that she keeps unzipped when out of combat, underneath she wears a white singlet, she wears long cargo pants and thick hiking boots to protect her feet and shins, she wears a light overcoat at nights when the temperature dips, she has a pair of goggles for windy days but rarely uses them.
Weapons: Eve has quite alot of weapons. She is proficient at close combat and mid range with her use of knives and blades, she its very skilled with her dual pistols called Red Dawn and Blue Twilight. She also has several knifes hidden all over her body.

"Red Dawn." Colt Trooper mk.VI 10in Barrel. The Red Dawn is a normal Pistol with two Red Stripes down the side of the barrel.
"Blue Twilight." Colt Trooper mk.V 9in Barrel. The Blue Twilight is a normal pistol with Blue spirals traveling down the barrel.

Attached to the back of her belt she has a thin blade that is about aslong her waist, the blades handle is made from bound leather from the hide of a Mutated Tasmanian Devil she killed in her travels, The blade is made from strong scrap metals, The blade is capable of seperating bones with enough force. The blade is called The White Night.

Strapped to other parts of her body Eve has several smaller blades and throwing knives, all up she has about 30 and is proficient in their usage.

Appearance:
Eve is 5'9, Her eyes are a swirl of dark maroon and hazel, she is thin but has some muscle mass. She has a tattoo on her left shoulder of a foxes face encased in a snowflake, even though its usually covered by her clothes. She has a tattoo that spans from her left cheek around to her left ear, it is a simple light blue rectangle that starts under her left eye and travels across her face.

Personality: Chaotic Neutral.
Eve was originally very compassionate and kind, But when she became a Bounty Hunter she soon started to become emotionless and filled with a complete and total empathy for everything she did, even killing became a chore. Now she only fights for the money she can get from the heads of the dead.

History:
Eve was born in a small settlement in south eastern queensland, her father was a drug dealer out of necesity, after stumbling across some abandoned medical supplies he opened up a wasteland medical clinic, after he opened the clinic he became rich, almost everyone in the town required atleast some sort of medicine or advice, even though it was for the good of the town, Eve's father laced everything he sold with addictive chemicals so no matter what the townsfolk would always return, but after a few years the supplies started to dry up and the townsfolk started to get angry, they had become dependent on the supplies, no longer a small radiation burn could kill you. When the last med pack dissapeared the town became violent, their dependence on the chemicals that Eves father had sold for years drove them insane, soon they were banging at the doors, baying for blood. And they got it, In abundance.

With her father slaughtered and the small Town of Silver Star tearing itself apart, Eve and her brother set out to find a new home, they did. The town of Shoreditch provided alot of help for the two children, Protection, Food and Supplies. But soon history began to repeat itself, Her brother started hanging out with the wrong crowds, and soon had a pile of debt, He was finally killed, Age 16 in a warehouse, The debt collectors that killed him took Eve with them back to their base of operations. There she met their leader, Snow Fox. Snow Fox was the leader of an extremely small band of debt collecting mercenaries, The Gold Hunters, She took Eve under her wing and taught her how to fight, even though this lady had been the reason for her brothers death she cared little, From a drug dealing father to a drunken brother she threw away any memories of her old family and embraced her new one. She renamed herself after her mentor. Eve Green. When she turned 18 she officially joined the Gold Hunters, after a few years of beating and shooting drunks who owed other drunks money Eve became tired of life as a petty mercenary. Soon she started hunting bigger game, Bounty's.

When she turned 24 she left the protection of the Gold Hunters and made her way to the nearest Bounty Office, she started small, hunting bandit leaders or mercenaries, but soon she started making her way up, by the time she was 28 she started killing diplomats and mayors of villages, She was scratching more names out of her Bingo Book than any bounty hunter before her. After slaughtering a band of escaped slaves on their way south, Eve recieved a radio message sent out from one of her old contacts, some new targets had showed up, and they had rubbed someone the wrong way, The job was to convene in adelaide, when she arrived she would recieve more info about the targets.

Aparently, the bounty of her life was just over the horizon, with a map from the dead slaves she made her way south, to the old shell of adelaide.

sorry guys I made a mistake, I meant to start of a main RP, dont post here. Mods deadley sin just needs to put her sheet up, she's written it out already and I have seen and approved it so it wont take long. then you can lock.

she beat me to it

ok it seems the mod I asked to block this thread blocked the main thread, seems like this is now the main thread.

Locked per op request.