Ok this is my first RP that I made so tell me if it needs some work. Me and a friend came up with this last week I think. And I kinda got the format of this from the Manhattan War. Ok here we go?..

In the year 2277 the world is ravaged by a nuclear apocalypse that occurred 200 years earlier. In what used to be the state of Louisiana of the United States, settlements have started in what used to be New Orleans. But there is a terrible war between the settlers of the wastes and a religious group calling themselves The Chosen. The Chosen believe a forgotten god gave them a mission to save the world from its current state of chaos. They also believe they are super humans blessed by their god and destined to rule the world. But they must first cleanse it of the filth that has made the world this way. They can only be victorious if the human race is wiped out from the face of the Earth. The neighboring settlements have joined forces to destroy and protect themselves against The Chosen. The raiders and slavers of the area have joined forces to maximize profits and are now a much larger menace to the surrounding area. Which side will you choose?

Rules

1) No going beast mode and wiping out a village with a magnum
2) You cannot start out with overpowered weapons and armor
3) No killing other players or main characters without permission
4) You can only start out with 150 caps
5) You can join any group, raiders, slavers, etc.
6) You can use weapons from the real world to
7) You can have a pet
8) You can switch sides at any time but need to have some reason for switching
9) You need to eat and drink to stay alive
Just stick to these rules and you'll be fine

Settlements and Important places

Joe Hanson's outpost- a hunting village run by Joe Hanson II.
Louisiana State Penitentiary- a pre-war maximum security prison which is now a heavily fortified settlement.
The French Quarter- a thriving trader outpost
The Catacombs- the sewers where a ghoul town is located and where an underground railroad for ghoul slaves has supposedly started
Bourbon Street- the raider/slaver area of New Orleans
The Canols- a very dangerous flooded part of the city where mutated catfish and mirelurks roam the waters
The Convoy- a group of nomad settlers who spread news on the situation of the city
No Man's land- the surrounding swamp where the hidden Chosen base is said to be located
Perry village- a small village where almost everyone makes a living off of Brahmin farms
RobCo. Naval Research facility- an old research facility right off the water. Experimental naval robots patrol the surrounding waters, protecting the facility long after it was abandoned

Signup Sheet
Name: Alec Beller

Age: 26

Race/Gender: Caucasian, Male

Faction/Side: N/A

Appearance: 5"4' Blue Eyes, Long shaggy hair, Small scar

Primary Skills(6): Small Guns, Lock Pick, Explosives, Speech, Melee, Barter

Weapon(s):http://www.harrisoncustomknives.com/collectorknives/9%20bowie%202.jpg, a 10mm SMG, and an old hunting rifle that has a scope

Armor/Clothing: Very muddy white T-shirt, dirty cacky pants, a http://www.loudclothing.com/prodimages/bp32346slp_t.jpg and a bandolier for ammo

Medical Items: 8 Stimpacks, medical tape, medX, and bandages that he carries in his Backpack

Misc Items/Food & Drink: 3 brahmin steaks, 5 dirty water bottles, and bubble gum in his backpack

Personality: Alec is kind but firm when he needs to be

Bio: Alec was born and raised in The Convoy which has led him to have many different skills through the different people he was around with. He is used to being on the move and has no permanent home. His familiarity with trading has made him great at bartering for items and has made him very outgoing to meet new people. His father left him and his mother when he was 7 years old, and he never wants to leave a man behind for the fear of becoming his father. His mom was taken by The Chosen in a raid and he has never forgiven himself for not protecting her. He keeps going for the hope of finding her. He believes the Chosen are insane but are a very powerful and cannot be stopped unless the settlers unit against them.

Members:

Gizmo87, Josh gro-Grahz, wasteland scholar, Slayer17, arkz, Enclave Radio,BurningSol182

Reserved

Respectfully reserve. :turtle: Oh no, turtle!!!!!

Name:Rod Travis

Age: 17

Race/Gender: Caucasian,Male

Faction/Side: N/A

Appearance: slight tan, brown hair, his right eye is hazel, but his left eye is crimson from either a mutation or his poison inoculations he doesn't know

Primary Skills(6): gardening, small guns, good with animals, barter

Weapon(s): 10mm SMG, combat knife

Armor/Clothing: his mother's light combat armor from her days in the Desert Rangers.

Medical Items: old bandages, rubber gloves, vials of varous animal venoms for inoculation, one stimpack, and one dose of psycho for emergencies, kept in the side compartment of his brahmin cart

Misc Items/Food & Drink: a Poison Grace Tree kept in his brahmin cart, Poison Grace saplings, a tree care book, various pre-war foods, and a days worth of dirty water.

Personality: Fascinated with plants for their rarity. Feels in-tune with what little nature is left. Adventurious, but catious when it comes to people and things he cares about.

Companion: A giant mutated anole lizard named Stick

Bio: A traveler from the great Second Republic of Texas. He left home to explore places even his mother hasn't gone to in her days as a Desert Ranger. Another one of his motives was to emulate his favorite tall tale character, Johnny Appleseed. Though he doesn't know what an apple is, he is instead planting Poison Graces everywhere he can. Unfortunately that job is on hold until he can get past the swamps of No Man's Land.

I like how you're backpack says 'Slipknot' on it, Gizmo. Lol.

Name: William "Bill" Arcenaux

Age: 25

Race/Gender: Caucasian,Male

Faction/Side: N/A

Appearance: fair skin, longish medium brown hair. Green eyes. 6'1.

Primary Skills(6): Melee weapons, small guns,charisma, intelligent, speech.

Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, K-Bar, backwater rifle, desert eagle.

Armor/Clothing: Ripped up blue jeans, white wife beater, and a leather jacket to go with it. or beat-up swamp combat armor.

Medical Items: Stimpacks, psycho, tourniquets, blood packs. Not much really.

Misc Items/Food & Drink: purified water, bobby pins.

Personality: Dark, quiet, mysterious, intelligent.

Companion: None atm.

Bio: William "Bill" Arcenaux was born in the outskirts of New Orleans. His parents died from Radpoisoning when he was about 5. He then was adopted by his maternal grandfather, who was a voodoo worshipper. Bill was never into that stuff. So, at the age of 17, his grandfather died of mysterious causes. From there on Bill raised wandered all over New Orleans looking for work. For 8 years he worked as a hired hand. Now, at the age of 25. He's taken the Chosen case under advisemant. He'll stop them at all costs.

(Note: I sort of based my character off Bill Compton from "True Blood."

Wow I never even noticed that....

:facepalm:

Name: James [Jim] Kalstron

Age: 22

Race/Gender: Caucasian Male

Faction/Side: none... though thinks deathclaws make better neighbors then raiders

Appearance: 6'3 wears a kinda heavy set... naturally big not really fat... goatee and unkept hair, green eyes, electrical burns on his hand, and a tattoo of a cartoon dark claw eating a brahmin on right calf that he doesnt remember ever getting

Primary Skills(6): repair, barter, medicine, explosives, lockpick, energy weapons

Weapon(s):a modified laser rifle, few grenades and a crow bar attached to a car battery named mr sparky

Armor/Clothing: various scraps of armour he found under an old brahmin skin cloak, giving a very hodgepodge look, wears a ratty old hat that at one point would have been a nice fedora and a pair of reading glasses. also seen wearing an old battery as part of his bag and rubber gloves. though mainly for use with mr sparky

Medical Items: round 4 stimpacks, and an old medical kit... h202, iodine sutures etc, 1 thing of jet and 2 packs of mentats

Misc Items/Food & Drink:5 lbs of fish... mr sparky is better for fishing then a rod and real, 3 bottles of purified water and 1 bottle of clean water, a bottle of rum. and a couple packs of preserved foods

Personality: a bit of an odd duck, he tends to collect things he doesnt really need and is fascinated by things he has never seen before

Bio: Jim was born quite a bit north of Louisiana , but after some harsh dealings with some raiders, he got tired of it and picked a direction and kept heading out that way, he eventually got to n'orleans and finally set camp in the french quarter. Jim is seen as an odd duck and would spend hours going through swamps and old settlements picking up anything he sees as useful, this lead to his shack being over cluttered and filled with half finished products.. but at the same time he's seen enough broken laser pistols to be able to fix one with an old toaster. he tends to make crazy inventions most blow up horribly, though some like mr sparky work wonders...

Pet: a squirrel that lives in the attic of his shack




well approved or not?

Someone should probably play as a member of the opposition. It gets interesting when you have one persons creativity battle with anothers.

I like it and i think his inventing skills would come in handy

Yea it would be good to try to get some people to play The Chosen, and if somebody does want to send me a PM and ill tell you some things about them

And Slayer17? I like your character but don't you think a plasma rifle is a bit overpowered? I don't no that's just what i thought when seeing that, how bout a lazer rifle. Or bwetter wet a wazer wifle!!!

Can I have a Backwater rifle instead of a Plasma rifle, then?

Name: Joshawa Schultz

Age: 18

Race/Gender: Caucasian Male

Faction/Side: N/A

Appearance: pitch black buzz cut hair, tall, tough, muscular, blue eyes, scar above right eye

Primary Skills(6): Survival, Repair, Outdoorsman, Medicine, Unarmed, Melle

Weapon(s): http://tituslavrov.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/GA_NET_SMC70_Titus_SFmachete1.jpg, http://www.pyramydair.com/blog/images/loaded-desert-eagle-web.jpg, http://www.freewebs.com/1428crystallake/bat1.jpg

Armor/Clothing: Black Hooded Robe Weapons Concealed Under and Ski Mask, Duffel Bag which contains all other stuff

Medical Items: 25 med X, 25 Stimpacks, 10 Pyscho, 10 Jet, Bandages, Medical Super Glue, Medical tape

Misc Items/Food & Drink: 10 Purifed Water, 5 Boxes of ammo (100 Bullets each box), 10 Brahmin steak

Personality: Very Mysterious

Companion: A Yao Guai

Bio: Joshawa was born in the middle of no were and lived his life in the middle of no were his parents abbonded him at age six and after that Josh learned many things and started to kill people for profit he is now searching for his parents to get revenge. While searching he found an Injured Yao Guai and brought it back to health and took it under his wing.

hmmm i don't see anything wrong with that

Alright. Sounds good, when does the RP start? I'm excited.

Hmmm i guess when we get around 5 or six people, and is this your first Rp?

Nope, it's my 3rd...

Oh well this is my second and the 1st one like everybody either quit are didn't post anything so I just stopped that one. Oh and tommorow when i get a chance we'll start the Rp ive just been kinda busy with school and all...... feel free to start it anytime though

Name: Frederick "Gunny" Gonzalez

Age: 27

Race/Gender: Hispanic, Male

Faction: Freelance mercenary

Appearance: Skinny, tall, light colored tanned, black hair, green eyes

Primary skills (6): Small guns, Energy weapons, Repair, Science, Medicine, Speech

Weapons: M14 scoped rifle, A solid Bowie knife, mercury filament inside of the blade to provide balance.

Armor/Clothing: Black trench coat, black cargo pants, sunglasses

Medical Items: 1 med-x, 3 stimpacks

Misc items: A holotape of the Mexican National anthem

Personality: Cheery, insane, highly intelligent, a box full of blood and smiles.

Companion: A pigeon called " Chueco "

Bio: Born in Monterey , Mexico, the capital of technology during the post nuclear days of Mexico. He grew up to a pair of wealthy land-owners, getting educated at a rebuilt school. He eventually left Mexico when he turned 18 and became a hired mercenary. He has killed 30 people in his liftetime and he is cold and merciless. He always enjoys a good Tequila or swig whenever possible. Jeery for the opportunity to find a new home, he travelled his way into Louisiana, finding himself in the middle of a struggle. He is now residing in a cold tavern on the outskirts of the French Quarter, paying the rent completely, he is now the official bodyguard of the tavern owner. Current district residence: The French quarter

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What do you think?

awesome sauce

and seriously go with the wazer wifle.... damn its got a nice crit...

personnally i used to rp all the time... havn't done it in awhile so forgive me if i'm rusty

Name: David Cruz

Age: 19

Race/Gender: Hispanic, Male

Faction/Side: N/A

Appearance: 5"7' Brown Eyes, black, slightly unkempt hair

Primary Skills(6): Small Guns, Lock Pick, Medicine, Speech, good with animals, Barter

Weapon(s):10mm pistol, combat shotgun, combat knife, power fist (5-10% repaired)

Armor/Clothing: Leather armor and a small backpack

Medical Items: 9 Stimpacks, 3 Rad-x, 2 Rad Aways, and bandages that he carries in his Backpack

Misc Items/Food & Drink: 2 brahmin steaks, 3 dirty water bottles, 3 Nuka-Colas, and bubble gum in his backpack, and 75 caps.

Personality: Believes in what is right

Bio:David was born in a shack in a village close to the river. He was the second of two boys in his family, but his brother set out to find his fortune, leaving his family. As he grew up, David began to get the same wonderlust as his brother. He left, but when he returned to the villagea month later, he found it destroyed by The Chosen. After that, while he doesn't do so actively, he kills any Chosen he sees, feeling a bit of closure after every kill, as well as looking for his older brother, not knowing whether or not he is was still alive.

OOC: Ok guys i think we have enough people so here we go....

"Broxton what's our statis?" said the leader of the Penetentiary. "Just one last touch," said the corporal as he connected to wires resulting in a spark,"ok I think we're good."
The commander picked up the out-dated microphone and said," People of New Orleans, I come to you with grave news, the rumors about the Chosen are true and they have just upped the stakes." "I've recieved word that 4 trader convoys have been attacked, and with no survivors." said the obviously stressed out commander. " We must take action and unite ourselves against this significant threat." "These aren't raiders and slavers people, these are full fledged warriors and they will not hesitate to shoot you on sight, are worse," he said quietly," If you have the guts and the weapons we meet at the Penetentiary and discuss our plans, may God have mercy on our souls," he said while motioning the corporal to cut the line. "How many do you think will come sir?" "I don't know corporal, I don't know...."

Gonzalez looked at the tavern. Red lights illuminated the tables and stage. People were drinking and talking, gossip and so on. He simply chuckled to himself and continued drinking his Tequila.

A stage performer, a woman, pulled herself out of the stage , guitar in hand. She began to sing and play it, catching everyone's attention. People started cheering her on, making her continue playing. Gonzalez grew tired with the music, almost sleeping, but before he knew it, a drunk from one of the tables stood up and started dancing next to her. She grew nervous and the man continued laughing and dancing.

" Thats enough, get down from the stage, sir"

The man ignored Gonzalez and he continued dancing. Gonzalez grunted

" Fine by me"

He lifted himself from his chair and walked over to the stage. Grabbing the man by the arms, the man landed a punch towards Gonzalez's chest, doing nothing.

" Not a good idea"

Gonzalez twisted the mans arm and started dragging him towards the door. Everyone in the tavern grew silent as they heard a gunshot. Gonzalez walked back through the door.

" Enjoy your drinks everyone, the problems been taken care of."

Everyone then continued drinking and talking, ignoring what happened. The lady then grew her confidence again and played music again. Gonzalez took a seat in his chair, sipping the rest of his tequila, falling asleep. Then his pigeon, Chueco, appeared and landed on his soldier, cooing into his ears.

" Oh shut it, I already gave you some crackers, what else?"

The Pigeon stopped and simply nested on Gonzalez's shoulder, as he went back to sleep.

*Bill thinking to himself*

"I knew the Chosen were freaks, but I didn't think they were this strong..I'm going to have to up my game, and hurry to the Penetentiary.."

*Bill quickly heads to the New Orleans Penetentiary.*

"I'm here to help..You guys may know me as Bill Arcenaux a former hired hand, and grandson of New Orleans most famous Voodoo worshipper. I was wondering if you guys needed help since I loathe the Chosen, and wish to eliminate them as soon as possible.."

The commander turned around,"Well i thought we would get some help, but not so fast, and someone even got here faster than you." A man came out of the shadows and smiled,"Hi I'm Alec Beller and I'm glad I'm not the only recruit here now," he said while extending a hand to shake.