Ok guys, since I've had some people ask about bringing this RP back to life, therefore, I've decided to do just that. One side note; Don't feel like you have to post a paragraph. But, at the same time, don't put just one sentence. Post whatever you think is appropriate. Don't feel obligated to post an essay if you only need to post a few details. Also, I'm making a generic Character Sheet. Feel free to make a customized one if you so please.



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:
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.

My Character Sheet:
Name: Maric Burry
six: Male
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
General Look: Blue Eyes, Brown Hair, 6'9, lean build
Equipment: Blue Vault Combat Armor, 10mm pistol, Chinese Assault Rifle
Other: Whatever you want to put that I don't have here.

Finnaly, FINNALY! This is back, this was one of my favorite RP's infact this was my FIRST RP in the Fallout Section!

I shall try to RP in a First person mode also.

Name: Joshawa Schultz
six: Male
Age: 16
Race: Caucasian

http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz311/Joshgro-Grahz/Picture64.jpg?t=1263091423 (It is me in the picture, I am going to make my RP character exactly like me, EXACTLY!)
Eye color: Blue
Hair Style: Messy Like In The Pic
Hair color: Pic
Height: 5"11

Equipment: White T-Shirt, Blue Jeans, Black Runners, A Combat Knife Strapped around his waist and a Ol' Hunting Rifle with a strap so he can throw it over his shoulder.

Other:
Joshawa was born in Megaton and has lived there his whole life, he has hunted with his father several times so he nows how to use a gun but other than that Josh has nothing special in his life.

this looks intresting to me, but what is happening when everyone leaves the vault? where is veryone going? and what not sorry

I'm asking the same question. Devulge a bit of story here.

Name:Jansen Grey

six:Male

Age:20

Race:Caucasian

General Look: Jansen has long hair just a shade lighter than black, which he wears in a long braid that almost reaches his waist. He only stands about 5'6, considerably short for his age, but with well-corded muscle and more knowledge of firearms than alm,ost any other security guard.

Equipment:http://www.internationalpolicesupply.net/ump45.jpg, http://gunstl.com/resources/800px-HK_USP_45.jpg, and a http://www.noze-nuz.com/ka-bar/kb1464.jpg.

Occupation:Vault Security Officer

Bio:Jansen was born in the vault and showed promise in the security field from a very young age, and would have been made security chief before long if it hadnt been for the fact that he held a great hatred of the vault, considering it a prison, and the fact that he commonly disputed against the overssers policies. Thus he was stuck with nightime security detail and never given a second thought, though he still kept himself at peak proficency with both his firearms and in hand-to-hand combat.

We (the RP'ers) will be deciding where to go when everyone is ready.

ok i will do a sheet in the near future

Ok.

Wow I remember this, it was like my first Rp, and apologies that me and some other folks screwed it up. It won't happen again, I promise.
Anyway here's my sheet. Oh, and it's my birthday today woot!


Name: Iain Scott
six: Male
Age: 24
Race: Caucasian
General Look: Brown Eyes, Brown Hair but covered with black cowboy hat (worn out).
Equipment: Wears Merc Troublemaker Outfit, Combat Shotgun, Combat Knife
Other: Lives in Megaton, cheerful with the locals and welcoming to newcomers. Enjoys a decent drink and always offers friends a drink. Has seen some action but not so much, but is talented with hand to hand combat. Always has a combat shotgun with him in case any outsiders are hostile. Has distinct Scottish accent.

You didn't screw it up. None of you did. You just made it go too fast. Oh, and happy birthday!

Everyone that is joining, we will be starting this RP tomorrow. I'll give a little more time for potential members.

Name: Zoey

six: Female

Age:20

Race: caucasian

General Look: look at avatar but instead of ponytail her hair is a bit longer than sholder length

Equipment: MP5 /W Holographic sight and Tac Light, R700 Sniper's rifle, Combat knife attached to her boot.

Clothe's/Armour: Leather armour

Other: Raised in Rivet City, used to practice sniping of the ship at super mutants. Moved to Megaton at 18 lived there for 2 years doing what she can to get by, and by getting by i mean conning people, Zoey was very good at this making people belive what they wanted to believe to get what she wants and is also very profficiont with the slight of hand techniqe. Generally a nice person to most people unless they are asses. Is a good friend and is always happy to meet new people, because of her line of work though you have to be quite close to her to gain her trust, break tat trust and you'll never get it back

How many people are you planning on having in this Rp Erandur? Anyway can't wait for this =P

Would love to join in, just wish the Overseer wasn't called "Lydian", because as a personal rule all my chars have to be called "Lydia". Oh well...

Name: Lydia Burke
six: Female
Age: 17
Race: Caucasian
General Look: Eye Colour: Green, Hair Colour: Light Brown, Height: 5"4.
Equipment: Lydia sports an almost clean Vault 34 suit with http://bagginsshoes.com/images/converse/converse-red-red.jpg. She has a standard issue Vault Security 10mm pistol (Which she swiped from a security guard...) holstered in her belt.
Other: Lydia was born in the vault. Lydia's parents were born in the vault. Lydia's parents' parents were born in the vault. That's how Lydia thought her life would be, Work and Reproduction. When ol' Lydian died she had hoped for the best, and she got it. She and the other residents stepped out into the world and were free... finally.

Lydia was always a smart child, she lied when she needed to and wasn't afraid to use violence to get her way. She was nice to those that treated her well but could be a living nightmare for anyone who didn't. As Lydia grew older she realised some things were beyond her grasp - For instance leaving the vault. This made Lydia very, very mad. And you don't want to be near Lydia when she's mad.

OMG i think your the first person ive ever seen RP a female char befor besides me, either that or i just cant remember lol is this going to start in a diffrent thread?

OOC: Alright everyone, we have officially started. Everyone else remember, you can join at any time.
BTW venix, tone down the sniper rifle a little. Remember, we have always been in a vault.

IC: It was like any other morning. Maric woke up, dreading the very sound of his alarm clock. Reluctant as he was, he knew today he couldn't sleep any longer. Today was the day.

He rose out of bed and went straight to the shower. He could only afford a few minutes, but a thought came to him. This might be the last time I ever get a shower. And that was enough for him. Not wasting anytime, he turned on the water and 3 minutes later, he was out. He got on his standard issue Vault 34 suit and then applied his combat armor. Who knows what's out there, outside the vault.

He made his way to his cramped little office, saying hello to the doctor and his assistant, and sat down at his table. Thank God he thought, this coffee will bring me through this. He took a long, drawn out sip, then another. Finally, he took one large sip and was finished. And with that, he began his announcement.

"To all Vault dwellers; This is Maric Burry. As you all know, I will be opening the Vault today. I will be leaving my Overseer position to Jack Prescott, as I too will be leaving this place. Please, feel free to stay if you wish. But for those that are coming with me, I will be at the vault entrance. If you have any questions.... Ask Jack."

OOC: Alright guys, anyone that's in the vault meet Maric. Anyone else, might wanna be heading towards the Vault to meet us. (Presumably, it is in Vault 101's place) Anyone that's in Megaton, we will be heading that way, so you can stay if you wish. Venix, I don't know you're present location, so you do whatever for now.

OOC: what do you mean tone down the sniper? im not from a vault lol i never said i was gonna be super awsome never miss a shot with it dont worry lol



Zoey walked through the winding rocks and dusty earth, Kicking a few small rocks along the way. She emerged over a steep drop where she could see the town of megaton in the distance. It was here she would meet a man who would inform her of her next mark. All she knew was he owned a saloon in town, Zoey loved her job conning people out of money, But she only conned peopl that deserved it and she couldnt wait for the day she got to see the look on Tenpenny's face when she took him for everything he had, he'd get his one day.

Zoey looked out over the rock face and then to the bottom over the jagged rocks

"awwww [censored]" it was the man she was meeting, Zoey climbed and slid down the rockface and as she hit the bottom she raised her MP5 and scanned the area for the killer nothing, sensing somthing she spun around quickley to a wooden door lowering her weapon she checked the man's pulse. He was definantley dead. Zoey took the folder from him and started to read through the page's the man she was grifting was one Collin Moriarty.

OOC again: hmmm this sounds good to me actually after this RP is over or whenever i might do a fan fic about this but obviously i'll clean it up

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

The alarm shook Jansen from his quick snooze. He never really slept anymore, just caught three or four hours in between shifts. Its not like anyone cared when or where he slept, he was the door guard, and the door never opened. Until today.

Jansen had slept with his guns of the table in front of him. He had spent the night oiling and cleaning them, and loading .40's into magazines. For the first time in his life, Jansen was going to actually do something, he was going the leave the vault. True, it was only because the overseer didnt want to risk letting him stay.

Jansen and the overseer had never shared opinions, on just about anything. Jansen assumed that the only reason he had been assigned to come was because the overseer was afraid that Jansen would lead a revolt or something while he was away.

Shaking away the drowsiness, Jansen prepared to gear up.

OOC: I'm in Megaton so I'll meet you guys when you get there . Oh and I'm writing in first person perspective.

The day was calm, it was not so windy as it usually was, so I decided to spend my day outside. The house I lived in was right beside the entrance, which caused me to take a long walk to the bar.
Here's a thought, I could live in the bar! I'm sure gonna have fun with Moira too! But that Irish Moriarty would never let me, he hates the Scottish.
Instead of going to the bar I just decided to just sit at the bar outside, where the bomb was beside. I sat at the bar table and asked, "Can a have a glass of scotch honey?"
The women smiled and filled a glass up for me, she handed the glass over and said, "Here you go, enjoy."

After a good scotch I decided to sit outside Megaton and watch the horizon and give some water to the poor beggar. I threw some purified water at the beggar, he thanked me and drank deeply. I then sat beside the beggar and stared at the Wasteland hoping to watch a Yao Gui fight another Yao Gui, they fights rarely happen because they travelled together. But when they did fight it was always epic.

Lydia woke up at midnight and stared out her Window into the winding metal halls. The Air-Conditioner sensed her and turned itself on, creating a quiet humming noise in the background. Lydia slid off her bed and reached for her shoes. But her hand touched something else. It was a backpack, with a note on it. She grabbed the note and read it.

"REMEMBER TO PACK!"

Lydia groaned as she threw it aside and took the bag. She then headed to her wardrobe and emptied the entire contents into the bag. She had slept in all her clothes so she could save time, but she didn't think it would be this hard to wake up early. Lydia stumbled out her room as she put her shoes on and shuffled towards a door marked "Atrium", yawning every second step. By the time she'd got to the main entrance she was practically asleep. Jansen was there of course, sleeping at his desk. It was eerily quiet at the main entrance, it wasways was. Lydia found it was the only place The Vault Radio seemed to echo in and it was almost always cold. Finally, Lydia's plan came into action. Of the dozens of people leaving the vault today - She'd be the first.

Jansen heard footsteps down the back corridor and was awake instantly, snatching his USP from on top of the desk, Jansen launched himself from his seat, ducking into a perfectly executed sidespin and coming up with the gun pointed at...Lydia.

Lydia Burke was about seventeen, making her about two years younger than Jansen. She had the first apartment away from the atrium, so she was usually nice enough to relieve Jansen of his boredom with a bit of conversation. She was more or less your standard vault dweller in most ways. Born in the vault to parents born in the vault, with little interest in the outside world. But on a few accounts, she was different.

Firstly, she was a clepto. She swiped things, usually just small things. In Jansen's experience, he was the only one who had ever caught her in the act, when she swiped a handgun from a guards desk. Jansen would have turned her in, but she was a nice sort and the cleptomania wasnt her fault, and she made it up to him.

She had asked him to teach her how to use the pistol, and had explained that she hadnt stolen it just because, she had taken it because some guys, the sort of guys who hung out in the lower sections of the vault and were the only reason the guards had anything to do.

Jansen had taught, her and she had picked up the skill fairly well. She was by no means a crack shot, but she was definitely good enough to keep the guys away in situations when Jansen wasnt there, namely, almost every hour of every day, since the overser, in all of his wisdom, had left Jansen watching the door where he couldnt actually HELP anyone.

Jansen lowered his gun and cocked a smile. It was a good day, he felt good. Usually his repiortie of expressions only including smirks, sighs, ans sulks.

"Lydia? You coming too?"

"Of course, I can't stay in this ditch forever." Lydia smirked at Jansen, his handsome face only partly illuminated in the dim blue lights.
"I can't wait to-" She was interrupted by a quiet squeak and a loud bang from one of the storage rooms adjacent to the Main Entrance. Jansen instantly raised his gun and made the way to the door, gesturing for Lydia to stay behind. She followed anyway. The room inside looked like a normal storage room - Well stocked shelves with the occasional crate. In fact, it would've looked completely normal if it weren't for a small Radroach struggling underneath a fallen crate. It was squealing, but not very loudly. Lydia took her gun out in anticipation but was stopped by Jansen before she could do anything.

"It's just a baby." He said, lifting the crate up and freeing it. "It won't hurt anyone."
The Radroach waved it's vertibrae in gratitude and suttled off into an open vent.

"I'll feel a lot safer with you out there, Jansen." Lydia smiled as she hosltered her pistol.

"Of course, I can't stay in this ditch forever." The young woman chuckled. He didnt blame her for wanting out. The vault had been their prison for long enough. The overseer had just made the first smart decision in his entire career, the decision to open the door.

"I can't wait to-" Lydia began when a muffled crash was heard from a maitnence door. Jansen raised his USP and approached the door slowly, pressing the palm-pad and stepping to the side as the metal slid into the wall. He looked arounf the room for a moment before he noticed that it was just a radroach trapped under a crate.

Jansen slid the USP back into the holster affixed to his http://grizzlymike.com/military/TACTICAL_VEST/CROSSDRAWVEST.GIF, chuckling slightly, until he noticed that lydia had pulled her 10mm and was aiming for the radroach. He quickly shot out a hand and placed it on top of hers, lightly pushing the weapon down.

With his other hand, Jansen lifted the crate up. The roach quickly freed itself from under the crate and into an air duct, apparently glad to still have its head attacked to its body.

"It's just a baby. Its not like its going to hurt anyone." That statement exemplefied
one of the main reasons Jansen wasn't the Head of Security. He didnt see the point in killing for killings sake, and besides, the radroaches were the only things keeping the vault citizens even the slightest bit prepared. If security killed them all, noone would even bother trying to learn how to defend themselves.

"I'll feel a lot safer with you out there, Jansen." Lydia whispered just loud enough for him to hear as she slipped her pistol back into its holster on her hip. Jansen cockled a smile, his Ice-Blue eyes meeting her emerald green ones.

"Of course, because whatever omnipresent entity that may of may not exist, knows that anyone who even thought of touching you would have about a dozen .40 caliber holes in them before they could get the thought out of their head." He chuckled, lightly resting a hand on her shoulder and leading back towards the entrance to the storage room.

Zoey flicked through the file, it contained a list of Moriarty's assests, accosiates and how much he owned. All of a sudden she could hear a scuttling sound, on metal? she turned around to face the bleak wooden door and down to right of it was a small hole, a vent

"what the hell? where dos this go?" Zoey mumbled to herself and crouched down for a better look at the vent, a radroach shot out of the vent and startled her which caused her to fall over. looking on sh saw a baby radroach runing off into the wastes and she chuckled to herself. Zoey leant right down the the vent and shouted

"Hello? hellooooo?" the sound ecoed down vent, Zoey was intruged by this and wanted to know where it went, so cautiously she opened the wooden door with her MP5 at the ready. It was dark and damp in th cave and she could hardly see infront of her, switching on the tactical light on her weapon the gave iluminated in light.

"So thats what's down here..." Zoey was in awe as to what was infont of her, a giant metal door with a yellow 34 smack bang in the middle, Zoey rubed her hand across th number smothly.

Apologies, disregard

OOC: Iain MC sorry to be a pain in the ass but what you've written dosnt match what ive put, the dead person isnt Moriarty its just a random guy who was delivering info on him to Zoey, also Zoey is now in the cave so you wouldnt be able to see her, sorry just thought i'd say otherwise the story dosnt match up, i'll also PM you this message incase you miss it here not having a go just trying to keep things on track

OOC: Apologies, i understand what's going on now, I'm just going to delete the post I made and wait for a time to post. Sorry for the confusion.