Hawaii, 2285


The sound of the minigun firing from just outside the window was enough alone to send one screaming, the grenades and screams of pain from dying men didn't help much to comfort ones self in such a time. It was routine. Everyone knew the drill, Take cover if the fire is directed towards or near you, take no risky moves, get indoors at any available moment, and stay there. You would hear about it every day, just being glad you weren't in that unlucky group that was brutally beaten to death, shot to death or blown to bits. The Island City militia got the job done, but not efficiently. They would lose nearly as many men as they had killed. In the long run, they would win. Who are they? They are the cold blooded, black hearted scum that we call raiders. In a camp to the South East they live, but getting anywhere near the damned place is suicide. The few prisoners they take they convert them to a life of killing and betrayal. Its not that the raiders have a successful society, in fact they would kill each other if only for a syringe of jet, but the fact that they can replace a man as easy as they had lost one is their key to success. This city's population is shrinking and theirs is growing... fast.

Island City was one of the last places that was habitable for humans in Hawaii. The bombs hit the main island to the south, and Molokai to the north-west. Maui was untouched by the explosions of the bombs, but was still left with the radiation. The damned radiation... Survivors from from parts of Maui got more fallout than here in Island City. They became either a ghoul or a feral. Ghouls still have their wits about them, they talk, think, and can do anything a regular human can do, only their physical appearance has changed. But a feral... a feral is just a sad thing to see... you can still see the face of what was once an innocent woman or man, but they react only on instincts. Their teeth and hands are all they can use to protect themself... a sad sight indeed. But the wost of the human abominations are the super mutants. When the Chinese invaded the islands to clear out any American military, they took the ones who had lost their will to fight and put them in their makeshift camps. They had brought scientists with them, testing them and experimenting with them, like lab rats. They had recieved word that the Americans were preforming FEV's, and so they mimicked them. Test upon miserable test, the victims to these experiments started... growing... becoming hostile... out of control. They are not like the super mutants to the west though, these were different. They were on average about a foot taller than the other super mutants, had a more white tint to their skin, they were also more intelligent, they adapted quicker. A few could even recall their memories before they became what they are, they still had human in them, but most would kill anyone or anything that was in their arms range. But they adapted fast, like said before, they learned to use the tool called a gun, and that is where the real trouble began.

When the war had broke out, Hawaii had just become part of the states, most of the islands were still remote and untouched by technology. We shut off all transports in and out of the islands out of fear the Chinese would attack us first, since we were the weakest and most prone to an easy start in a military campaign. The structures left are still standing, but barely due to poor upkeep, and the streets are filled with litter and junk. The water has become a more greenish brown color rather than the shimmering blue you see in the old postcards. The ground has lost its white sand and green grass. Now it is hard to tell the transition between the night sky and the ground you walk on. The asphalt is cracked and broken, the cars are rusted and eroding, you can no longer read the names on the stones in the cemetary, and the only living animals are mutated abominations. The seals that were once on the beaches now have teeth capable of ripping through flesh. The goats are now our only source of meat, and after you finish every meal you feel nauseated. The worst of all the mutations though is the giant mantis, or previously known as 'praying mantis's'. They stand at 5 feet tall, their front claws have spikes as long as your forearm, and most terrifying of all is their great speed. They sprint faster than any man, thats for sure. Be prepared to put up a fight for your life if you encounter one of these beasts.

The city is divided into several groups. There is uptown Island City, which is the safest place to be, but will still have assaults from raiders who sneak around the border of the city. There is also downtown Island City, the biggest but also the most dangerous part of the whole city, not only do raiders attack here more frequently, but the citizens within kill each other for simple material objects. Then there is the 50+ percent of the city that is under the control of raiders. We simply call the area and the city Hell. But, through all the darkness and evil within the city, there is a group, they call themselves 'The Monarchs'. They wear heavy metal suits and carry high-tech guns and the raiders actually flee the city if they arrive. They actually flee the city! Their cause is good. Their actions are even better. They bring us food if we are in need. Medicine too. I believe these men are saints on earth.



The raiders did not always work together. They used to mingle with each other and have their own separate groups spread out across the isle. But a raider named Bo Croswell and his group made a small alliance with a few other raider groups. Nothing big. But then, it only spread from there. Once nearly every group was one, they began to terrorize Island City. Bo was assassinated by another raider who didnt agree with him, and he had attempted to take his place as their "ruler" shall we say, but failed. The raiders stayed together becasue they had become like a family and became dependent on each other, which left them in more of a democracy, where each of the groups has its say in a situation. The Monarchs are their only real threat and they have them pushed back into the cities old docks. The militia only defend their city, but they are beginning to push forward little by little, with the aid of The Monarchs. This is the turning point. Take the city back!
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PM me your character sheets to me before posting them.

Name:
Age:
six:
Race:(ghouls are acceptable)
Hair Style:
Hair Color:
Height:
Eye Color:
Other: (tattoos, scars, facial hair)
Faction: (Civilian, Militia or Monarchs)

Preferred Skill (Only One) : (Explosives, Science, Big Guns, etc.)
Rank/Occupation: (Explains this down the post)
Weapon : (Depending on Rank/Faction)
Armor: (Depending on Rank/Faction)
Medical Supplies: (Dont over do it)
Other: (Personal items such as a lighter, cigarettes, pocket knife, etc.)

Bio: (Short paragraph about your character's background here)



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Ranks:

Private- The basic rank. A pawn without much freedom. You do what anyone above your rank tells you, and thats final.
Corporal- 2nd rank. You have some power but not too much. You have a slightly bigger arsenal of guns.
Sergeant- 3rd rank. Now were talkin. You have some authority on the battlefield and are damn good in a gun battle.
Master Sergeant- 4th. You make decisions on and off the battlefield. (Highest rank im going to allow without working up to it)
Lieutenant- 5th rank. You have proved your worth and served your... trash heap of a city well, good job!
Captain- 6th rank. You can now access the full arsenal of either the Militia or The Monarchs, you take orders from NO one... NO ONE!... except you general sir...
General- The last rank. The general of both factions is unassigned and has not been decided yet, but you can achieve the general rank if you prove yourself, and i mean REALLY prove yourself, now you REALLY dont take orders from anyone except Commander in Chief Rohugh.

Weapons and Armor-

Im not going to make a list of what you can and cant wear, but depending on your faction/rank i will allow certain things when you PM your sheet to me.
But there are some key things i want to point out:

The Monarchs do use power armor, the T-45d to be exact, but they do not use T-45 helmets. It is a more sphere like helmet, rather than the square, bucket like helmet the BoS use. It has 2 eye pieces that are circular and resemble old gas mask eye pieces. It is half sphere on top and has a neck protector on the back. Below the eyes has the voice system and all the other technical things. (Power armor only available at 3rd rank and above)

The Militia have no power armor but their only uniform consists of a helmet similar to that used by vaults. (Helmet used by all ranks but captains and the general have a choice as to what they wear.)


REMEMBER, FIRST COME FIRST SERVE! You get first dibs on what you want if you send me the character sheet earlier. If i get as many people as im hoping then some people are going to have to take what they can get, but dont worry, you can always rank up or even leave/join a faction.


The City

http://i570.photobucket.com/albums/ss147/AKA_Thunder/RPMAP01.jpg
Blue= Uptown Island City
Green= Downtown Island City
Yellow= Raider Territory
Red= Hell (Raider Camp)
Brown= Monarch Base

*The uncolored areas of the map are either extremely radiated, infested by super muties or too rugged to cross. It is possible to go along the edge of the uncolored area or with anti-rad medicine.

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RULES
1.No Ubering :nono:
2.No Character Control
3.I control what happens; what i say goes
4.Minimize OOC as much as possible
5.Try to the best of your ability to use proper grammar.
6.PM ME CHARACTER SHEETS BEFORE POSTING!
7.No one liners or page longers.
8 HAVE SOME FUN! :nod:

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Name: Penn Galloway
Age: 30
six: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair Style: Faux Hawk
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Height: 6'3
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Other: A very light beard
Faction: Civilian

Preferred Skill: Big Guns
Rank/Occupation: Monarch Informant
Weapon: Minigun, Baseball bat
Armor/Clothing: Camo Zip-Jacket, White Tee-Shirt, Khaki Pants, Combat Boots.
Medical: Buffout (2), Stimpack (6) and Rad-X (1)
Other: Mobile communication radio, Cigar, Scavenged sniper scope.

Bio: Born in downtown Island City Penn had always been good friends with The Monarchs. His Father was a sergeant for them, his mother abandoned him as soon as he was born and his brother died in the second major raider assault. His dad had a soft spot for Penn, even though it was Penn's dream to be like his dad, his father always encouraged him not to get involved. He lived downtown with a few of dads trusted friends and grew up with them. At the age of 16 the third major raider assault on the city. The worst yet. With well over 300 raiders in all, about 50% of them were sent straight to the city on the southern front, another 25% were held right outside the docks to hold back the monarchs, and the remaining 25% were sent around to attack the western side of the city or the northern side. The Monarchs pushed through with the help of Penn's father and made their attack on the raiders assaulting the southern front. While sweeping out the devastated city of remaining raiders, Penn's dad hit a frag mine and lost his left arm, and was unable to fight. He died 5 years later of an illness. Penn was dedicated to helping out as best he could. He went to their training facility and learned to fight. He showed exceptional skill in larger guns, but instead of being placed on the frontline, he was made an informant. He isnt an official member of The Monarchs but is still of great use to them.

I PM'd

Yet another genuinely unique and interesting RP. I wish you the best of luck.

Hey I helped with this. Not the actual thing, just a basic way of setting it up, sorta.

Anyway, you may want to put a number on Skills, and Weapons. So then you don't have some people with 20+ skills in something, and like 80+ weapons backing them up or something.

Thanks for all the help Cookie for Stranglelove :cookie:

I like the idea so far. I don't quite understand the why people like to make ranks and get people to make them weep from reading the artistry when they ask for a high rank and better guns. To me, a gun is a gun seeing as no one has hit points. Of course, i also never go for those spots, so its just me that doesnt get it.

I might join if i think of something.

only one small point, really pointLESS, but the super mutants from the video game aren't radiation victims, they're the military's failed experiment. Of course, it makes sense to have a lab for them in Hawaii since its under threat from china.

Nvm.

Reserved! This is going to be fun, nice work on this Thunder! Can I be Master Seargent?

Send the PM and ill check it out. Thanks by the way

Your welcome, I cannot send the PM right now because I have to get off of the computer but I will send the PM in about an hour or so.

Name: Zalphon Broodikus
Age: 42
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male

Hair Style: Short
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6' 6"
Eye Color: Blue
Other: None

Faction: Monarchs

Preferred Skill: Energy Weapons
Rank: Lt.
Weapon: Plasma Rifle
Armor: T-45d Power Armor (Brotherhood of Steel Power Armor)
Medical Supplies: 10 stimpacks, 5 med-x
Other: Personal Computer (Labtop) carrying his journal, journal of operations, etc.

Bio: Born in New York, he escaped the hellish place at the age of 19. After he got out, he found the Monarchs. Starving, dying of thirst, and having no shelter, he joined. As the years passed, he rose in rank, he has been serving the monarchs for Twenty-Three years. In his time, he has helped them take down opposing factions, groups, and cities. Zalphon is a master tactician, and one good sharpshooter with his plasma rifle. In his early years he befriended one of the officers, they got along well. Zalphon got promoted by this man about once every two or three years. Then he was killed.

Delving into Zalphon's past as a child is one thing he doesn't like. The only person who can make him speak of it, is a higher ranking officer, other than that he will just change the topic. His parents were killed by feral ghouls when he was four-years-old. So a family of people took him in and trained him how to fight, how to survive, how to stay strong. It succeeded, however on his nineteenth birthday, a deathclaw killed his family, he fled and got away... Afterwards he found a rather rich man with access to a verti-bird and pilot, he gave his life savings to the man and got transportation to Hawaii, that is where he found the monarchs.

The only thing i dont like is the P.O.W campaigns, ill go with it but since Hawaii was never talked about in Fallout anyway, please dont make up references, PM me if you are wanting to add something to it. Again Hell (get used to using this to refer to the raider base) has been untouched by The Monarchs or the Militia, no direct assaults were made on it due to its danger level.

Made some changes to the first post.

Name: Marshall Griffon
Age: 45
six: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair Style: Buzz Cut
Hair Color: Brown
Height: 6"4
Eye Color: Brown
Other: three bullet wound scars one on right forearm, stomach, and back. Multiple scars on back from being whipped. Three stab wounds in the stomach.
Faction: Monarchs
Preferred Skill (Only One) : Small Guns
Rank/Occupation: Master Sergeant
Weapon: Assault Rifle
Armor: T-45d Power Armor
Medical Supplies: Bandages, Medical Super Glue
Other: Pack of ciggaretes (20), Lighter

Bio:

Born in the Capital Wasteland Marshall was kidnaped by Raiders at an early age, they killed his parents and were going to kill them but they decided since he was just a baby they would spare him and make them on of there own.
Marshall was taught how to kill, steal, and of course how to shoot a gun.
Throughout Marshall's training they thought he was not tough enough so they began to physically abuse him by whipping him in the back with a metal whip, they also beat him senseless with bats, pipes, and everything else.
By doing this they created a monster within Marshall and during a "physical training session" Marshall snapped and killed the group of raiders that tortured him without remorse. After this Marshall fled the Capital Wasteland and over the next three years Marshall had actually made it all the way to the west coast in San Francisco and eventually boarded a boat that was going to Hawaii.
When he arrived at this mysterious island he was greeted by a group of Monarchs that offered him a membership in there alliance, Marhsall gladly accepted the offer and joined them without even questioning it.
Through out the next few years Marshall had served well and was promoted to Corporal, he served in this rank for the next two months and did what he did best killing the raiders. Within the next two months Marshall was in a battle against a group of raiders with only a single person with him, Marshall was shot three times and almost killed and it had seemed that his partner was destined for death but Marshall did not allow this, he risked his life even in his injured state and saved his partner from death by killing his attackers. When he returned to the Monarchs base Marshall's partner told the boss about his brave actions and Marshall was promoted to Sergeant, and to this date he has not told anyone he was origianlly a raider

I'd like to reserve a spot, if it's ok. I'll PM you my sheet later today.

So far we have...

Zalphon
Josh gro-Grahz
Iain Mc
~Firefly~
mere
Roaven
(And me of course)

hope i didnt come off like an ass in my post, but the super mutants were pretty core to fallout. i can spout random crap when im bored

Nahh, but i did change If anything i only learned something

Cool so when are we going to start this?

Well i have 1 person that sent me their character sheet but hasnt posted, and one person who reserved a spot but hasnt sent a PM. 3 people (including me) are ready to go. I want at least one more person to join so we can have six people.

Reserved!, Sheet PM'ed in a bit.

I don't have much Rping experience on this site, although I've done it on some others. Would I be able to join?

YES! O.K, shouldn't be too much longer guys.


Sure, detail and good grammar are 50% of RP'ing so remember that. If your looking for advice on RP'ing i would recommend looking at some of the really experienced players post's and taking example from that.

Next person to register is going to need to be a corporal or private (assuming they arent civilian). So far NOBODY is. (Remember, the best RP characters are the ones who start small)

Sheet sent out. I broke the mold, as I'm starting off as a private. Speaking of which, what are Privates issued? For the militia.


Usually a basic assault rifle or machine pistol. But seeing as how your character is good with explosives they would probably issue you a rocket launcher of sorts, along with a pistol (your choice as to which)

Name: Anthony Grezsety
Age: 38
six: Male
Race: Human
Hair Style: Smoothed down
Hair color: Blond
Height:6'9
Eye Color: Green
Other: A long scar along his right arm, from his shoulder to his hand.
Faction: Militia

Preferred Skill: Science
Rank: Master Sergeant ( How I got it in my bio)
Weapon: HK-13 Burst Fire Assault Rifle W/ Removable Silencer
Armour: Black Combat Armour with SWAT Tactical Vest. Face guard less guard mask.
Medical Supplies: 3 Stimpacks and 2 shots of Morphine
Other: In-tact books Anthony reads during quiet times

Bio: Anthony is a looked upon solider, one who knows what is best. He greets all with respect, especially to his favorite squad, consisting of Jack, Jamey, Ryan and Bryan.

He got to his rank by staying behind to get wounded while between a cross-fire with the Monarchs and the Raiders. He got all the wounded and came back with other troops who made trips back to base and back to the wounded.

His parents where normal civilians, staying out of the fire-zones. Anthony one day wandered out of his house, thinking about things. Before he knew it, he had wandered into a battle between Raiders and the Militia. He was taken in by the Militia and became an honored soldier.