Fallout: The Vast Wasteland (OOC) [Reboot]

[WitchChild]

War...War never changes. The end of the world went as it was predicted. The population of the globe grew at an alarming rate, with the increasingly sparse natural resources fought over by bickering nations, wars being sparked over oil, iron and fertile soil alike. Nuclear energy was both the primary power source and the greatest weapon in every nations' arsenal. Europe fell apart first, tearing the Middle East to shred in their desperation, before falling upon each other. The Cold War between America and China turned hot, and the world burned in nuclear fire.

Yet, in spite of all this, life found a way, life continued. People across the world survived by hiding in secure shelters such as the Vaults built by the American government, or by finding places sheltered from the fallout. Fauna and flora alike were mutated by the radiation, and rains were scarce and few in many parts of the world, but life still struggled on. As people left their shelters, they fell prey to human nature, forming new settlements and dwelling places, towns, cities, factions, some built out of the ruins of the old, some built entirely new structures.

And as is human nature, they formed new conflicts as well. Some were based in age old prejudices, others in more modern causes such as territory or resources. Some were fought with sticks and flint, others with lasers and power armor.

Because no matter what comes to pass, war...war never changes.

Serenity is one of the very few cities in the Vast Wasteland. It has many apartment buildings and casinos and in the center of it is a big open plaza where traders and caravans come to sell their wares. What you can find in Serenity is just about anything if you know where to look. Mr. Florence, a big shot in the city, handles most of the trade that comes in and out of Serenity. He is like the mayor of the city, he is rich and living a luxury life in his big tower. He has a score of contacts and informants so he is up to date with nigh every little rumor and dealings in Serenity and the surrounding area.
Mr. Florence recently received info about a special and secret Vault within a city that had been one of the main focuses of the nuclear war. The city is swimming in radiation in most places and swarming with mutated abominations. He sends his people to hire mercenaries and other capable folk for the dangerous expedition.

Basic CS:

Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (Screenshots from the games acceptable. Anime as well)
Outfit/Armor: (pic and description alright. )
Equipment: (Just what you have on you. No weapons in this one. Water bottles, scrapmetal and such)
Weapons:
Skills: (Choose at most 5 from the games ranging from Highest rank to lowest)
BioJob should appear in this as well)

Weapons do not necessarily have to be from the games.
No special Unique Weapons from the game (Unique in this sense will not necessarily mean better)
No power armor that is in perfect condition or even in proper working condition. You may find some along the rp.

Special Requests must be forwarded to me Via PM

CS rules:
1-No power armor unless it is in serious repair.
2-Special mutations (if a mutant) must be PMed first.
3-No GodMod.
4-No infinite ammo. You begin with at most 10 clips with Primary fire arm and 3 with secondary. Energy Weapons should preferably be discussed via PM aswell.

RP info: This is not a pure Fallout RP. This is my take on the fallout universe so characters and even locations will most likely not appear. If I decide to make this a part of the canon then it will happen long after New Vegas, like at least 30 years or even 50. Races that are not in the games may appear and if you have something special in mind then PM me the request.
If you will talk about what happened in new vegas and 3. Wanderer got Charon to activate the Purifier and the Courier gave Vegas it's Independence.

-Thanks SIngmaster for the first half of the Ron Pearlman speech.

This shall be my character in this RP.



Name: Damien Frost
Race: Caucasian.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:

Outfit/Armor:

Old LAPD Riot Armor. Worn and somewhat damaged


Also a leather backpack made from brahmin hide.
Equipment:
- 5 purified water bottles
- 1, half full bottle of bourbon
- Quiver (strapped on his belt) of 10 bobkin arrows and 10 broadhead arrows.
- 3 brahmin steaks
- A bit of cooking ware
- Spices from various plants and other flora.
- 4 full clips for .45 FMJ
- Half a pack of cigarettes
- Old Engraved Lighter.

Recurve Bow

.45 Auto Pistol with HD Slide.

Hunting Knife

Skills:
-Guns (Mostly is Archery skill)
-Melee
-Sneak
-Survival (Includes Fletching)
-Barter
Mutations: Able to see alright in darkness. Nothing special.
Bio:
Frost grew up on a brahmin farm where he usually took care of the lifestock and hunted with his father. His father taught him how to hunt with a bow, how to fletch arrows, stalk the prey, shoot a gun and haggle with the merchants that bought their meat and skins. Damien's mother had died at childbirth so his father was the one that raised him.

At the age of 13, Damien's life had changed forever. Some goons visited the farm and demanded payment for farm's protection. His father had none of that BS and he drew his trusty SMG and gave them hot lead instead. He killed one and seriously wounded another goon and their leader vowed that Frost Senior would regret his actions. When the goons had left to get more guy, Frost senior immediately went to pack. Doing as his father told him, Damien packed the things he needed and they took off on his father's motorcycle that had a passenger's cart attached to it.

After days of running, his father had enough. he did not want to risk his son's life while all the goons really wanted was his head. When taking refuge at a bar, Frost senior left in the middle of the night while Damien slept, leaving his .45 and what money they had left to confront the goons. Damien found his father the next day a few miles from the town, his body full of holes and his boots stolen

At the age of 17 Frost managed to survive the harsh wasteland, his main source of money being mercenary work and selling poached meat and hide. One such mercenary job involved clearing out a building where raiders had started using as a home. Frost and some other mercs went in to clear out the building and he and only 2 others came out alive. That job got him his scar and an old LAPD riot armor which had saved him on numerous occasions but is obviously on it's last mile. He still carries his father's SMG and a bow which he himself had scavenged and patched up.

Now he goes to Charon to talk with Mr. Florence about the scavenging job.

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An accepted Character by ChrisShuzen
Name : Christopher Aurea Shuzen
Race: Neko
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Apperance:
Brown hair, emerald green eyes. His outfit is black and blue. Platinum Emblem on his hat. Pale skinned and feminine frame.

Outfit/ Armor: His apperance for the most part as well as his bulletproof vest.
Equipment: Purified water. Lockpicks. An old usable PipBoy. Stempacks. And a keyring with his house keys.
Weapon: He has a silenced 9mm pistol and a combat knife.

Skills: Matabolism ( Small regeneration over time). CQC ( Close Quarters Combat. He can sometimes disarm enemies with it or flip them on their back, nothing too fancy) He is steady with hand guns and sub-Machine guns. Sneaking skills and higher perception.

Bio: He was born in the wasteland but was adopted by Bramin ranchers that lived a few miles out of the city. His adoptive father knew things about surviving in the waste and often tried teaching him new things. Eventually he had to leave the small live stock ranch to adapt to city life when he was old enough. On his 15th birthday he recieved basic training and was recruited by a group of mercinaries. By time he was 16 he had just bought his first home. He eventually recieved news his adoptive family was killed by Raiders. This upset him, he even discontinued his mercinary work just to settle in his home.

Known weaknesses: He is pyrophobic for he is weak against flames. Insects scare him as do Deathclaws make him panic. He is incapable of Big guns. Two handed weapons are too a burden. He is incapable of pushing too heavy of objects. He lacks physical straighnth. Matabolism takes alot of time to heal broken bones. Loud noises irradiate his ears and give him bad migraines, thus lack of efficient focus. Has ADHD.

[Gelatinous Cube]

I get back from holidays tomorrow, so put me down for this one.

[WitchChild]

Alright. If you are going to use the same character then you just have to Copypasta and you will be automatically accepted.

[thorgili]

I would like to reserve a spot

[WitchChild]

Alright. Reserved spots for Cube and Thorgili

[David Starsky]

I'd like to reserve a spot, as well.

[WitchChild]

Done and done. Now I want CS from the reserved spots.

Also, note that the skills you don't choose are things you don't know shit about. Say like if you tinker with a mine you are more likely to blow your own arm off than defusing it

[thorgili]

Okay I am getting to work on it I will be able to have it up some time marrow

[BoostPowah]

This looks shitty awesome. Putting my CS up in a bit.

[WitchChild]

All those who reserved a spot put the CS in the post.