@Zaresto

Oookay... Well fine it's an anti material rifle. I didn't realize we where going to be that stingy.

@Zaresto

Oookay... Well fine it's an anti material rifle. I didn't realize we where going to be that stingy.

It's a bit of a difference. One is designed for killing people, the other is designed for disabling vehicles. Another term for anti-materiel is anti-tank.

Ok, ok I get the difference. And unless everyone is going to raise a stink about it I will just call it a sniper rifle. Because they are both long range scoped rifles the only difference here is size and size of intended target.

I wasn't intending on being that exact with this.

Gonna edit my CS a bit, considering the fact that I wrote it at 2 o clock in the morning.

@Zaresto

Oookay... Well fine it's an anti material rifle. I didn't realize we where going to be that stingy.

It can be the Oliver Anti-Materiel Rifle, it's used by the NCR Sniper at Hoover Dam and uses .50 MG. In New Vegas it's an unobtainable item, but can be gained through console commands on the PC.

@Wade Wilson

I've heard about that. But if people are getting upset about what I call the gun, I suspect all ncr or new Vegas gear is off the table.

@Wade Wilson

I've heard about that. But if people are getting upset about what I call the gun, I suspect all ncr or new Vegas gear is off the table.

Hm. Who's to say it can't be a modified sniper that takes .50 MG ammo?

@Wade Wilson

I didn't think about that. Not that it matters. I could make an argument about having literally anything. My character has been alive for a couple hundred years. I could have made my way out to the any area and gotten any gear I wanted.

Everyone can call it an anti material rifle of they like. I'm just going to call it my sniper rifle.

@Sophrus

Yeah, that sounds good.

@Wade Wilson

I didn't think it was an issue. ok, I have another solution.

we can call it the unique item "Jim's Sniper Rifle" if we have to.

Gonna edit my CS a bit, considering the fact that I wrote it at 2 o clock in the morning.

Character Sheet (UPDATED) [+]

Name/Nicknames: John, Anonymous, "Anon" (Pronounced Ay-non)

Race: Human

Age: 31

Appearance:

John sports a certain gas mask, but underneath it is a scruffy face with scraggly stubble, roughly shaved each morning, more than likely with broken glass. His once bright blue eyes now seem grey and lifeless, with a thick scar running under his right eye. He has a smooth British accent, not too posh and not too cockney, with a bit of an American accent bleeding through due to spending so much time around Americans.

Sexual Preferences: Asexual

Perks:

• Thief
• Rad Resistance
• Scoundrel

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 6

Perception: 6

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 4

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 6

Luck: 5

Personality: John is quite anti-social, having been plagued by paranoia in the past, and has issues with trust. He acts quite tough and rowdy towards people, but if you get to know him, it's just to cover up his anxiety and frustration at life. Like most people, John grew up in a dump, but he had the worst betrayal possible. Unless you become completely close with him - which isn't likely giving his position - you will only see him as an anonymous stranger, walking about in this shithole just like the rest. He is very privative, so most people just call him Anon or Anonymous. Nobody actually knows his name due to this. Although, if you do ever manage to gain his trust, he is a very valuable asset due to his strange immunity to radiation and excellent survival skills, along with his melee and survival skills.

However, on his own or around people he knows, John acts very differently. He loosens up, and just seems to forget the struggle of the wasteland, instead spending time to help out people, or even perfom Anything Goes once in a while. He does sometimes wish that he could see Andy again, and that they could forget what happened, but knows that it'd never work out. Putting all other things aside, John is very carefree and just cares about protecting his friends.

Equipment:
Caps: 487
Melee Weapons:

• Survival Knife
• "Stunbat" (Modified Baseball Bat, additional wire with a 1 in 5 chance of stunning opponents)
• Iron Knuckles

Ranged Weapons:

• Silenced 10mm Pistol
• Assault Rifle
• Chinese Assault Rifle
• Railway Rifle
• Hunting Rifle

Food:

• 13x Salisbury Steak
• 7x Yum Yum Devilled Eggs
• 2x Blamco Mac N' Cheese
• 17x Nuka Cola
• 12x Iguana Bits
• 4x Bubblegum
• 9x Cram

Drugs:

• 9x Jet
• 6x Buffalo
• 14x Stimpacks

Alcohol:

• 5x Whiskey
• 1x Moonshine
• 11x Vodka

Bobbleheads:

• Science Bobblehead
• Perception Bobblehead
• Agility Bobblehead

Clothing:

• Wasteland Wanderer (Armoured)
• Gas Mask (Modified "Makeshift Gas Mask")

Extra:
Various tradable junk ranging from a value of 3 - 41 caps

Biography: John grew up in a small town (now destroyed by the Enclave) near Megaton in the Capital Graveyard. He made a best friend for life - a boy named Andy - and they did everything together. At the age of 17 they were still inseparable. Until, a few years later, they were on a raiding mission. Andy led John into a room with the rest of the team, claiming he'd found something amazing. Seconds later, all John could see was smoke and blood, before he blacked out. He woke up a week later, tied to a post in the middle of nowhere. Andy had betrayed him, and destroyed their entire friendship. John lost everything. His pride, his dignity, his social skills, and his clothes. He was eventually cut down after being beaten up by raiders and stripped clean of what little he had left, before setting off to Rivet City to decide his fate.

For three years he wandered the Graveyard, before deciding to go back to what he did best - raiding and scavenging. He managed to get enough items to start him off (including hand crafted armour) before he hit the road. Nine years later and he's gained ultimate survival skills, and a strange sort of immunity to radiation.

Other Notes/ETC: John enjoys listening to a lot of GNR songs, mainly being Anything Goes.

John is approved, welcome aboard! Feel free to chuck his character sheet in the CS tab.

hmm I wonder if since the institude now has presence in rivet city, if they find the androids, they will try to take them back...?

@rivaan Brotherhood will protect those with sentience... Besides they don't know she's an android.

me knows they don't :3 don't worry but such thing have the tendence to get found out sooner or later lol. All it will tkae is for her to get shot and bam the secret is out lol/

<Snipped quote by Wade Wilson>

John is approved, welcome aboard! Feel free to chuck his character sheet in the CS tab.

Thanks! Will do so now.

My first few roleplay posts might already cover events that have already happened, primarily due to me coming in so late. I'll be able to catch up, however.

This still open?

OH, i wanted to ask something too. Say I wanted to roleplay a canine in the wasteland, just having a character who happens to be a large cute adorable/protective dog? I know it would be challenging to roleplay, perhaps even difficult to write, but I wish to challenge myself. Would you let me have that honor please? <3

This group needs the dog companion XD

This still open?

OH, i wanted to ask something too. Say I wanted to roleplay a canine in the wasteland, just having a character who happens to be a large cute adorable/protective dog? I know it would be challenging to roleplay, perhaps even difficult to write, but I wish to challenge myself. Would you let me have that honor please? <3

This group needs the dog companion XD

Don't quote me on it, but I do think this is still open. I'm just wondering how big it's gonna get. We'll probably have 3,000 people by the end of it XD

And yas, we need the dog companion. #dogmeatforthewin #heseveninfallout4 #thatshowawesomeheis #dogsforever

Name/Nicknames: Khalid

Race: Canine - Pitbull-bullmassiff cross

Age: 7

Appearance:
Khalid's Appearance
Khalid stands proud and tall, despite his rather cute appearance, the dog stands on all fours to an average persons waist at the head.
Sexual Preferences: N/A

Perks:

Prospector
Animal Friend
Rad Resistance

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 7

Perception: 8

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 5

Intelligence: 4

Agility: 6

Luck: 4

Personality:

Khalid can be described as an overly curious and friendly pooch who craves as much attention as he possibly can from the people around him. At times, khalid is rather lazy, relaxed and passive when around people he trusts and on guard and intimidating when he is with people he isn't so fond of.

Gaining the canines trust isn't too difficult, and when befriended can become an incredibly loyal, protective and loving addition to the team. The boy loves to stick his nose around and explore, and as such enjoys finding secret passages and perhaps then items to help his friends who he walks with. Take care of him, and he'll take care of you. A loyal pup indeed. Ofcourse, if you hurt him prepared to have your throat added to his menu for the morning.

The pooch happens to be afraid of screeching and it seems like only screeching, cowering, pining and hiding away like a newborn puppy at the sound. For some reason this doesn't include loud sounds such as gunfire, just grinding.

Equipment: N/A?

Biography:

One word to describe Khalid? Resourceful. Khalid was born in the wasteland, raised in the dangerous radiation filled world with other of his litter. The pup was strong, while lacking in much intelligence, given the fact he is a dog, he was always great at locating items, scavaging for food and giving his family the nutrients they needed to keep living. None of this lasts forever ofcourse, and it having only been two years of living in the wasteland when the wildlife would have almost claimed his life.

Radscorpions were able to get the drop on them, most of them at least, before Khalid could bark in danger, the scorpions were already upon him, and had impaled the poor two year old dog with little ease. Khalid would have died there, of poison had it not been for a woman. An old lady, a shotgun in grip, old and crookid, but a veteran none the less was able to slaughter them piece by piece, salvaging the only thing able to be saved. A bleeding, whining, puppy, dying of poison.

The woman was able to nurse Khalid back to health, an antidote created by herself for the poison, and enough food to help the dog regain its strength. For giving Khalid the chance to live again, the dog showed its gratitude with a lick, and a nuzzle. It felt obligated to be friendly back, out of loyalty. Khalid had an urge not to leave. The odd tall non furry animal comforted him, he felt like he belonged.

The dog stayed by his new companion for years, and worked to keep her happy, staying by the old ladies side, even as she grew weaker. At five years of age, his fear of screeching would come about. Cannibalism was highly seen in the wasteland, people got hungry, and khalid understood it from a survival perspective, for a dog atleast, but when Cannibals decided to try their hands on his friend, Khalid violently attacked, riping out the throats of some, before being violently booted away, only to view a cannibal ripping out a ripperblade, the chainsaw like screech echoing, as it embedded itself in his friends skull, the old womans face mangled and torn like a piece of paper. Khalid having to stare at the sight and hear the sound made the dog cry out in pain, as it hobbled and quickly tried to run away, a flight or fight tactic in the dogs mind called out to run, it escaped, and it survived for now, never to see his friend again.

Having been several years on his lonesome, the canine set off, to look for a life to live, to survive... And perhaps find the friend he lost so long ago, though a human would know, they would be dead, the poor pup had no way of realizing it... Desiring to find the place where it happened again, to meet his friend once more.

Other Notes/ETC: nonez

@Kingfisher Am I accepted?