Ok, I'm bringing this back. I had a lot of good RP'ers in this group last time, and it was going great, but it was a bad time for me. So this piece slowly died. I'm starting it completely over, so we are starting at the Vault again. Guys, it's gonna be fun.

One more thing.... This is meant to be as realistic as possible. I left a lot of empty spaces on the character sheet, for you to really get into your character. Feel free to add anything you want to it.



Vault 34


It was cold. That's all the survivors could say. This new world, a Vault as they called it, was nothing more than a freezing hell. But at least they wouldn't die by the bombs. Or would they? How could they know?

This was all racing threw the minds of the first ever civilians in Vault 34. But now, in 2234, no-one cared. They were trapped in a small vault with nearly 500 people in it. Children were sleeping on the floor, and riots soon broke out. Food was diminishing. Water was becoming unattainable. They were sure to die if something didn't happen. So the Overseer, one Lydian Burry, had a tough decision. Let the people go, or leave them to die. It was just to much for the old man to bare. Old Lydian Burry died of a heart attack on the 5th of what was called November.

So his son, Maric Burry, took his place. No-one really agreed with this decision. He was only 26, what was he supposed to know about this kind of thing? But they had no say in the matter. His father had left it in his death-wish, and by God they had to abide by it. Maric knew what he wanted, and what the whole Vault wanted. To be free. To be out of this Hell.

And he let them.

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Ok, so here's the deal:

You can be from the Vault, (Vault 34 or any other) a Wastelander, or from any town.
You can be a Human or Non-Feral Ghoul.
(Maybe. If you are going somewhere with it, maybe) Super Mutants.
Rich or Poor, I do not care; but if you're rich, tell me how you got the money. Make me believe it.
No Uberness
No 'One Liners'
Romance is allowed. At all levels.
If I so much as see you have a fat-man, you will have a broken pistol. Do I make myself clear?

Character Sheet:

Name:
six: ( don't even try to put 'yes please')
Age:
Race:
General Look: Eye color, hair color, how tall, that type of thing.
Equipment: Armor, weapons (2 weapons max, unless you're creative with how you carry them)
Other: Whatever you want to put that I don't have here.

The people who choose to be from the Vault will all meet with me, Maric, at the entrance to the Vault. Anyone else will have to run into us.

Please PM me the sheets.

What is up with all the vault rps lately?

Im gunna give it a shot but, im guessing it won't take off...

They have been around since this forum was created..

Guys, c'mon. Don't post in here unless you're RPing. If you're gonna [censored] and moan, do it somewhere else.


And look at the top man. I'm re-doing it from January, not just making it now.

We will start in two days.

Name - Zalphon Broodikus

Karma - Very Evil (keep this secret when you post the character sheets)

six - Male

Age - 23

Race - Caucasian

Eye Color - Oceanic Blue

Hair Color - Black

Height - 6'0"

Weight - 125

Build - Skinny and tall

Hair-Length - Long and Straight

Armor - T-45B Power Armor and T-45B Power Helmet

Weapons - Plasma Rifle, Plasma Pistol (He is a very rich man, who only gets the best.)

Misc. - Journal, Fountain Pen, Ink, Twenty-Five thousand caps, Nikola Tesla and You!

Biography - Born in the Broodikus family, the richest family in the wasteland, he was taught the use of power armor by an ex-brotherhood of steel, and he was trained on how to use energy weapons by the same man. His parents were very successful merchants and they were the leaders of the wasteland's mafia, The Family (not the cannibal vampire-wananbes), armed their muscle in power armor and plasma rifles, armed their assassins in chinese stealth armor and plasma pistols, and were never worrying about caps. They had a very strong influence on the chem trade, they were the leading suppliers. Also, the family was the best place to get "Used" organs. Zalphon watched his mother die by an enclave assault on the family. Then the regulators killed his father. Ever since then, he has tried to run the family. Then they did it, the Brotherhood of Steel blew his family away, the Family was finished. Now he is a wastelander, a heavily armed wastelander... Looking to kill the brotherhood of steel and the enclave. If he ever saw a single man with their holotags, he'd kill them! Currently he is going to Vault 34, to plunder it and find what treasures it may hold...

Name:Roaven

Gender:Male

Age:20

Race:Human

Ethnicity:Caucasian

Hair Style:Medium length, very messy

Hair Color:Obsidian Black

Eye Color:Medium Blue

Height:5'8

Weight:190

Armor:Black Combat armor with balaclava((Think Winterized combat armor, but all black, including the Balaclava))

Weapons:Scoped hunting rifle, 10mm pistol

Misc:Journal, 3x pencils, Guns and bullets, 500 caps

Bio:Roaven was brought up in Rivet city by his father, who was about medium class. Not poor, but not rich. He taught Roaven how to survive on his own, how to use weapons, explosives, and how to repair various items. He was also taught to avoid chems in general, as the payoff was not worth the side effects. When he was older he began leaving Rivet city and scavenging close by, stumbling upon the citadel eventually. He considered joining the brotherhood, but decided against it. He talked with the merchants outside of town, mostly Lucky Harith and crow. After selling what he scavenged to the merchants in Rivet city, he bought a Combat armor from Crow and a 10mm from Lucky Harith. His father helped him by providing a balaclava and assisting in turning the armor black. He found the hunting rifle in poor condition in the Anacostia metro, repairing it with weapons and scrap metal. He used it for a while, but only recently found and attached the scope and left Rivet city, taking a small amount of caps with him, using the metros to get to GNR and resting there before moving on, aware he was no match for the super mutants. He currently resides in Megaton, using the common house and planning to head out once more in a little while.

Name: Ryan Sammuels

six: Male

Age:19

Race:Caucasian

eye color: blue

hair: brown and a tid bit wavy (also has a 5 o'clock shadow)

height/Weight: 6'4" 160 pounds

misc discription: left ring finger his missing

current location: Megaton Saloon

Equipment: doctors fatigues, a red bandana, and aviators propped up on his head. Badly damaged Hunting rifle, and long knife. (8 inch blade, curved, with a curved hilt and handle also) Med-x X3 stimpacks X2 bandages
Other: Ryan grew up in a vault in Oklahoma. Once the vault was opened his parents decided to make the trek to the D.C. ruins, in search of a better life. however, all they would find in the D.C. ruins was death. Ryans dad was killed by raiders, and his mother and sister were both sold into slavery. Ryan escaped with nothing but his fathers old hunting rifle, but not before a lucky shot from pursuing raiders tore off his left ring finger. Ryan was able to kill off his pursuer's, and begin to track his mother and sister down. Back in the vault he had studied medicine very closely. As his travels bring him from town to town, he cant help but provide aid to the ill and wounded. Somewhere along the line Ryan develops a strong liking to mentats...

One more day to let new people join. This is looking good guys.

Name:John Konel
six:Male
Age:23
Race:A mix of Asian and Caucasian.
General Look: Dark Brown eyes, Black, 5'11, has a scar down his left cheek, along with one near his right elbow.
Equipment: Combat Armor,Combat knife strapped to side of left leg with various velcro strips, and duct tape. Mainly carries a Chinese Assault Rifle.
Other: Alex was born in Megaton, raised in the wasteland. You see as a young boy, his father was a drunk, but a hard worker. After he had died falling from reparing Moriarty's Saloon(No gotdamned safety railings.) his mother soon became suicidal. She left Alex when he was 15, just took her bag and left without a word. Alex grew up tinkering with computers and guns. Soon when he turned 17 he left Megaton to wander the Wastes for his mother.

Name: Morgan Vayle

six: Male

Age: 26

Race: Caucasian

Hair: Long, dark brown hair, kept slicked back. Also has a well trimmed beard.

Height. 5' 7"

Armour: Chinese Stealth Suit (If that's going too far I'll RP without the Stealth bit) and Dirty Pre-War Businesswear.

Weapons: Trench Knife, Infiltrator (Again, if it's too far I'll be happy with a silenced 9MM)

Bio: Growing up in Megaton, Morgan was quite sheltered from most harms of The Wasteland. His father was a great businessman, and taught his son how to be as good as him one of these days. When Mr. Burke arrived in Megaton, Morgan's life was changed. He began talking with the man, seeing that his home was a retched piece of filth, but he couldn't bring himself to arm the bomb because of his family's presence. Instead, he became an elitist and an assassin, working only for whoever would pay the highest price and who was most likely going to come out the victor of any conflict that their help was needed to resolve. After finding an old Chinese outpost, he found an old, battered Stealth Suit, which he used as an alternate identity. He now leaves a double-life. A businessman who is also the manager of a deadly assassin, and the assassin himself, a man known as The Client.

While in the persona of a businessman, he keeps his Trench Knife inside the jacket of his suit and leaves the rest of the gear at home.

Please note - You guys DO NOT know that Zalphon is very evil, please don't RP that your instantly supicious of him, until he starts acting evil (Telling you what a moron you are is not evil, but he has no problems killing you dead...)

Name: Tyler Owens

Age: 19

Race: Caucasian

General Look: Blue eyes, neck length curly dark brown hair. Young looking face. 5 foot 10. Keeps healthy and takes care of weight. Not so strong but more fit.

Equipment: Baseball bat and 10mm which he has no idea how it works.

Flaws: Doesn't like being alone it isolates him. Can randomly go into hysterics.

Advantages: Quick learner and works well in a team.

Personality: Chatty, becomes quiet/shy when an important person comes by. Hates his job. Likes to learn.

Armor: Vault Cleaner Jumpsuit.

Misc: Dogtag with his name engraved on it. Vault food.

Bio: Born in the vault, mother and father were not rich. They were cleaners in the vault, Tyler was born when his mother was middle aged. They died when Tyler was 16. Why? Nobody knew, nobody cared.
Tyler got offered to work as a cleaner, it was that or starve to death! So he took it and worked full time. Life was tough in the vault, it took the better of some people. Some went mad. Tyler almost did (hysterics), but when he talked to people he felt a lot better. The hysterics came when his mother and father died. Tyler never felt so alone, his parents were his only friends.
After a while the Overseer made a tough decision which affected the whole vault.
Stay here and die or go outside into the new world.
Tyler thought that this was great, he hated his job! So he told one of the vault security personnel and he game Tyler a gun. 10 mm and for a bonus he got a baseball bat.
Excited to explore the world Tyler was ready to explore the outdoors.

six: Male
Name: Joshawa Schultz
Age: 27
Race: Cacausian
General Look: Joshawa has blue eyes and a brown bed head hair, he is 6"6 and is fairly fit.
Equipment: He wears a merc trouble maker suit and has a silenced 9mm pistol and a sawn off shotty
Other: He carys around a coby of Duck and Cover for when ever he hets bored and has Stimpacks
Bio: Joshawa was born in a shack east of Arefu and was raised there by his aunt and uncle after his parents died in a Raider raid. When he turned 18 he joined a small mercenary group of 6 mercs. After 7 years later they were ambushed by Talon Company all but three of them died, Joshawa, Miley and Clive. Since then Joshawa has been searching for them across the wasteland trying to find his old companions so far he has had no luck.

Something similar with Morgan as well, he keeps his identity as an assassin well-hidden. Don't suspect him and The Client are the same people unless you have good reason to do so.

When is this starting up

OOC: Let's start this.

IC:

Maric awoke in a cold sweat. Today is the day... he thought as he through on his Vault suit. He was really nervous for one. Making a decision like this was difficult, but it was a little easier knowing his dad wanted this too. And he would do anything for his dad.

"Attention members of Vault 34. This is Maric, your Overseer, reminding you today we open the vault. You are welcome to stay if you wish, but I and some of the other are leaving. If you are some of those few, meet me by the vault door."

And so it began.

Gosh I didn't know this started sorry!

Very few people left the Vault which surprised Tyler. Nobody even journeyed with him.
Please not again..., Tyler didn't want to be alone, he whimpered then shouted into the midair, "Why won't you come with me! Why? What am I supposed to do?"
No answer as usual, he began to walk.

The Wasteland was pretty much as he expected. Dead. Well how exciting.
Word had it that a town called Megaton was the closest sign of life. And that took about a day to get to.

"Head east and you'll find it", they told him. So Tyler walked at a reasonable pace and was covering good distance. Tyler was fairly fit and was travelling light, so he wasn't finding it tiring at all. His mind was harder to control though.

Later on he reached another vault, it read out "Vault 101". Tyler knew he could rest there but it seemed pointless as he saw Megaton in the horizon. He climbed down a steep hill with a sign that said "Scientific Overlook".

On the way to the front gate a Mole Rat spotted him.
Alerted Tyler took his bat out, he wasn't scared, he could take this small creature out.

It ran fast at him and jumped at him. Tyler wasn't ready, it took him by surprise. The Mole Rat sunk its teeth into his arm.
Tyler screamed out, "Ow! What the hell? Get off me! Ow!!!" The rat clung on and Tyler tried to shake it off.

Overcome by rage he ripped the Mole Rat off his arm and swung his bat full force to the creature.
Its head exploded from the sheer force.

Tyler cursed and walked towards the Megaton front gate.

Morgan was standing outside the gate to Megaton, arguing with a wanderer who happened to hear he was the only man who knew The Client and had come seeking aid.
"Look, do you really expect my Client to give a rat's ass about some Raiders over by one of the Vaults? And even more to the point, one that, as far as I'm concerned, is doing the smart thing and remaining closed?"
"Well, ehh, they also took something from him. A family heirloom when this Raider called Wild One decided to tear through their little town and-" the wanderer ssaid, but Morgan stopped him.
"Look, The Client is not a merc, he's an assassin. Do you honestly think some Raiders will care that much about their leader? They'll just find a replacement."
"But, I have caps and I tho-" said the wanderer, holding out a small cloth sack.
"OKAY! Christ's sake" Shouted Morgan in a fit of rage, snatching the sack of caps. "Come back here tomorrow at noon to collect the item. I'll let my Client know."

As Morgan walked back to his house in Megaton he started wondering whether he should have stabbed the man with his old, pre-war Trench Knife instead of arguing. When he reached the his house, he unlocked the door only to be greeted by his robotic butler.
"Greetings Sir. How are yo-" it began to say in a refined voice.
"Can it." Morgan grumbled in frustration.
He went upstairs and grabbed his equipment, then left the city to change, completely out of sight from the eyes of anyone.

When he was outside of Megaton, he dumped his businesswear under a rock and slipped into an old Chinese Stealth Suit, attached his Trench Knife to the hip-strap and slung his silenced Infiltrator assault rifle over his back. Time to get to work

Darn. Is it too late to join?

Josh awoke from the pile of rubble he had been sleeping on in one of the houses in Springvale. He let out a grunt and held his back as he got up, he started to walk to Megaton looking for a house to stay in and to see if his freinds were coming. He saw a wastelander begging for water.
"If you want some water how about you go earn some caps and buy yourself some water damn bum" grunted Josh.
"You are evil" yelled the bum.
"And your scum" Josh replied.
He kicked the bum in the back and entered Megaton.

OOC: No, it's never too late.

IC: And so he left. No-one stopped to see him at the vault, and although someone left, Maric didn't even get a hello. But as soon as he left the vault, he heard someone.

His girlfriend, Jessie.

"Jessie, I thought I told you to stay here. The Wastes could be dangerous."

"But you weren't even going to say goodbye."

"I thought it would be better if I left it alone, Jess."

"Look, I'm going with you. I know how to take apart and put back together a .44 magnum."

"But that doesn't mean you can shoot it. Just whatever, come along."

And so she did, without hesitation. And so they headed for Megaton.

OOC:

Name: Jessie
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
General Look: Blue eyes, dark brown hair, Vault jumpsuit

Zalphon looked at man yelling and walked over and said, "Ah, greetings, wastelander."

Tyler watched as an Old thirsty man got kicked in the back by a Mercenary.
Now that was low, kicking a helpless old man.

Tyler shook his head in pity and walked towards the main gate. A robot stood guard and said, "Greetings, how may I help you?"
It talks?. They said the outdoors was a lot different, maybe it was time to believe these rumours.

Tyler looked amazed and said, "Wow you can talk! That's cool. Hey do you like stories? Well heres one for you." Tyler told the whole story to the Robot about what happened to the Vault and his journey. It took about 10 minutes to explain.

The Robot replied, " Can you please repeat transmission. Unable to understand."

Tyler sighed and walked inside Megaton. It looked a state! Rusty iron everywhere, houses looked unsafe and it even smelled funny. Awesome.
People were chatting to each other and drinking. They looked pretty dirty, but the clothes looked pretty cool compared to his lame Jumpsuit.

Tyler walked up to two Settlers and said, "Hello, my name is Tyler Owens. I came from Vault 34 and travelled here. I would like to stay at your house for the night if it's not too much to ask"
The two men looked at each other and then burst out laughing, "Hahaha! Get your own house! Go earn it like we did." They walked off holding hands, there was a name which told them what kind of men they were but Tyler had forgotten the word.

Where am I going to sleep now?. He wished someone would come from the vault and join him.

So sat down at the entrance of Megaton and waited for somebody from the Vault to come.

OOC: Who are you talking about?