WHAT'S GOING ON?
This is not what you asked for, I certainly didn't but my convoy was wiped out in our last raid. No surviors, those mutants and bandits didn't let anyone escape, because they knew would come back. But I got out, and I am coming back. But I cant do it alone.

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?
The mission? one trip to Phoenix, Arizona. I'm based in Florida so it will be a long trip but I'm offering 50,000 credits to each of you who are able to join me. I dont need to tell you its dangerous, and I don't need to tell you that my team were some of the most powerful sons of bitches I've ever encountered but the last leg of the journey still was too much for them. We are going after the Oil Refinery, the chief of the settlement here in Jacksonville, Florida is offering an insane amount of money as his city needs oil badly, and they have exhausted nearly all the sources here in his own county. I need you guys to become a new convoy, get the oil and bring it back here.

WHO ARE WE?
You guys are Wastelanders, basically skilled mercenaries, outlaws, adventurers, assassins, and hopefully bad-asses of the post apocalyptic world. None of you are killing yourselves working in the mines or on the skyscrapers 15 hours a day. You've decided to take the more exciting path in this crappy world. I've put out an invitation to all of you to meet me at my garage in florida, as soon as you are all here we leave for Arizona.

WHAT ARE WE CAPABLE OF?
Well as you may already know there are almost no guns anymore. Ammunition is ridiculously scarce so we rely on different ways of killing each other now. I take it you all know how to fight, otherwise you wouldn't be alive right now. Your martial arts and whatever melee weapons you've salvaged are probably going to be your greatest weapon here in the wasteland. Also you have a car, or at least what most people will accept as a car these days. This is your other weapon, no real ballistics but with some sharp driving and hard chassis youll be able to fuck up the rival vehicles we will encounter on the way. My favourite is to PIT manouver a car and drag the driver out and beat him to death. But I'm sure you all have your preferences.



WHO ARE YOU?
My name is Mick Mercer, and I'll be following the convoy in this....



..Looks like crap right? well dont worry I didn't build it, I stole it, and its one of the only flying machines left in the south so dont laugh. It'll allow me to oversee your convoy and give you up to date info on your surroundings. Think of me as mission control just a few feet above you.....so are you you ready?

Name: (Full)
Age: (15-65)
Height:
Weight:
Nationality:
Appearance: (Text or Pic)
Fighting Style: (whatever martial arts or description of hand to hand techniques)
Specific Skill: (only one, something like lockpicking, medicine, explosives, mapmaking, cooking....anything useful in the wasteland)
Bio: (Paragraph minimum, and I have left details of the world quite basic on purpose to give you more room to give a more freeform description, in short, the game's narrative builds around the players characters this should also explain what the character plans to do with the money should he/her succeed)

Theme Song: (optional)

Name: (nickname and/or model)
Apperance: (pic would be nice)
Firepower:
Grip:
Frame:
Acceleration:
Top Speed:
Flavor Text: (Optional background about the car and how it was acquired)

Person Items

Sawn Off Shotgun (1 shell)

Crowbar
Barbed Wire Bat
1970s Sniper Rifle (2 rounds)
Prison Shank
Brass Knuckles
Stab Proof Vest
4 Sticks of Dynamite

Compass

Driver's Item

Border Spikes (Attach to Car to keep off hood jumpers)
Barbed Tire Wire (To grind against adjescent vehicles)
Road Spikes (2 Caches to drop)
Hood Rocket (Single use, forward facing, anti-car weapon)

Hood Gatling Gun (forward facing low calibre machine gun, 30 rounds)
Rear Mounted Flamethrower (mostly empty fuel tank)

Grappling Hook and Winch (Only as strong as the car pulling it)
Battering Ram (increased Ramming Damage)

Name: Riker

Age: 34
Height: 6'3
Weight: 210 lbs.
Nationality: American
Appearance:


Fighting Style: Not a true style as much as brutal punches, kicks, and grabs meant to break or kill whoever's on the receiving end.
Specific Skill: Besides being a prime head cruncher, Riker has dedicated enough time to be as decent as a cook you can be in this hellscape. Give him the fixings and he'll get you a good meal.

Bio: Riker is a fighter, has been since the day he was born. Growing up under the heel of the "Landlord" wasn't easy for anyone in Sunshine heights. The rent was high and you were constantly under the threat of "random searches" by the Landlord's goons but ultimately, it was far safer to live here than on the outside. Riker, for his credit, was never one to lay down and take it from anyone, an attitude that cost him his fair share of pain and misery. After one scuffle to many Riker was "escorted" to the Grand Arena where he rotted for nearly fifteen years, fighting his way to the absolute top in all manner of games. Eventually he "won" his way out, killing the champion and his backup boys in front of the whole crowd. Taking the champs vehicle and leaving the gods forsaken place, Riker has been doing little but wandering about searching for...something. This news of a well paying job intrigues him greatly and since he isn't doing squat anyway....why not?

Name: The Jaw
Appearance:

Firepower: 3
Grip: 15
Frame: 27
Acceleration: 5
Top Speed: 5
Flavor Text:

Name: Calvin Roberts
Age: 28
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs
Nationality: American
Appearance:

Fighting Style: Choi Kwang Do
Specific Skill: Mechanic
Bio: Calvin worked as a mechanic in the US Army before the end happened. Stationed at Fort Benning, he and his unit were among the first to answer the Government's call for aid. After the failure of the US Government to maintain order, Calvin stole an Oshkosh M-ATV, and made his way to his home in Florida, and waited the disaster out. After the dust settled, he put his skills to use, fixing other vehicles and performing runs for local leaders, living out of his car. Just recently, he's heard the rumor of a large payout for a risky run, offered by a man named Mercer...

Theme Song:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qg57gTDz7w8

Name: Oshkosh M-ATV
Apperance:

Firepower: 1
Grip: 15
Frame: 20
Acceleration: 9
Top Speed: 10
Flavor Text: A modified MRAP A-TV, the Oshkosh was stolen by Calvin when he deserted the Army. In the ensuing chaos of the collapse, the Army could barely spare any man power to look for a lost vehicle and an engineer. Now stripped of its weapons, the Oshkosh is just a very stable car that Calvin uses to get from point A to point B

Name: Hanz Adalhard "Plague Doctor"
Age: 27
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 196lbs
Nationality: German
Appearance:

Fighting Style: Hanz prefers to keep something sharp on him when getting into a fight, using his knowledge of the human body to stab just the right places.
Specific Skill: Medic
Bio: After the end Hanz took to wandering, roaming across the country in his Hanomag, being one of the few remaining with medical expertise it wasn't all that hard to find business, often able to trade his services for what he needs. The nickname "plague doctor" came from how often he wears a gas mask when dealing with people, reminiscent of how the old doctors wore Raven masks. He saw the reward for Mercer's job worth the risk and came down to offer his services for the trip.

Name: Sd.Kfz. 251 "Hanomag"
Apperance:

Firepower: 5
Grip: 20
Frame: 20
Acceleration: 5
Top Speed: 5
Flavor Text: Hanz's father had been somewhat of a collector, getting this vehicle and spending a summer with Hanz restoring it. Since the collapse of society he's made a few modifications, mainly to increase it's speed slightly and turning the back into more of a cargo compartment. An MG42 still sits in it's mount on the front, though as Hanz has no ammunition for it, it is mainly for intimidation.

Name: Andreis Ulysses
Age: 31
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 191 lbs.
Nationality: Scandinavian

Fighting Style: Kickboxing. Technique focuses on hard, quick, subduing blows.
Specific Skill: Scavenging (tools, items, parts, ammo, etc.)

Bio: The end of society as we knew it affected a lot of people quite differently, needless to say. The 'normal' people with casual lives and city experiences were quickly cut down, while many of the more rural and survivalist folk would keep going as if not a damn thing had happened. Among these kinds of people, Andreis found himself in the right kind of upbringing- he was able to blossom from his uncomfortable life as a slummy rat in a second-hand apartment and thrive well enough in the wake of the apocalypse.

With the only prejudice now concerning the size of one's proverbial balls, Andreis would end up right at home in the remnants of humanity's world, simply getting by in his own quiet way. And while he wouldn't have normally paid a thought over an odd job like this, sometimes you just can't help but decide go and reach out for something a little bit bigger.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLLz2LloxdI

Name: Wingjack
Apperance:


Firepower: 9
Grip: 12
Frame: 8
Acceleration: 14
Top Speed: 12
Flavor Text: A vintage muscle car that has passed through many hands, seeing many injuries and modifictations before ending up in Andreis's hands - this followed the death of the previous owner, who didn't have the good sense to watch his feet and stepped on a land mine. Not much of the original car remains, a lot of the housing or parts either stripped away or replaced, like the wheels and the engine. The resulting vehicle serves as a machine sturdy enough to house a mounted weapon while quick enough to keep pace with light buggies. The top hatch is the only convenient entrance, as the doors have been welded on to serve as protective plating.

Name:Valour Valentine also known as 'Val'
Age: Early 30's
Height: 5'5"
Weight:: 56-57kgs
Nationality: American (Old New York)

Appearance:

Defining physical characteristics: Dark, troubled eyes hide behind her dust filter mask with black kohl smudged as eyeliner to reduce the glare on the road. Her smile is neither comforting or cheerful but rather audacious and cheeky. A number of rarely seen tattoos cover her body in places while sections of her arm and back skin is marred by the mottled colours of burn scarring, a result of high speed accident a few years back. Usual choice of clothing include fire resistant racing suits, flat boots and gloves.

Fighting Style: Aggressive and fast- a mix of techniques brought from a few disciplines- Mainly Aikido for speed, fluidity and deflection. Relies heavily of her reflexes and avoiding close combat (due to her size most opponents have a strength advantage so key is not to let them get close enough to get ahold of her.) Not afraid of using her environment to gain the upper hand.

Specific Skill: Bartering/Gambling

Bio:

Fortune favours the brave

"Oh hun, whatchya wanna know? I'm one of the best racers here on the East Coast.. that should say it all. Been racing since I could reach go-kart pedals and ain't nothin here I can't drive either. Wanna have a run?" winks cheekily "Nah I didn't think so, little too much for you to handle eh, anyway I gotta be runnin, heard some mutherfucker down in Florida is offering Fifty G's to run a supply route. Easy cash hun, easy cash"

Valour is in way too deep, she placed a few too many substantial bets that never payed off. They say gambling is only an addiction if your loosening. Well Val lost and now owes the "Big Boss" of NYC a hefty sum of credits. Through a few contacts she heard of this Mercer guy needing escorts for this gig, sure she could stay in the city running races and watching the cash flow trickle in but BB's boys were breathing down her neck and it would be safer to just get outta dodge. The fifty thousand credits he offered would cover half of what she owe, give her a little room to move and if she could stand to make a little extra off the suckers running the job with her... Well... Perfect.

Theme Song: (optional)

Name: Banshee III
Appearance:

Firepower:3

Grip: 17

Frame: 2

Acceleration:20

Top Speed:13

Flavour Text:
The Banshee is a fast skirmish vehicle. Lightweight, manoeuvrable with and extremely quick acceleration and top speed. It excels in the streets of the abandoned cities, dodging and screaming around the tight turning and drifting corners that the city offers. Perfect choice for street racers and those who need a responsive quick vehicle. But with all its benefits comes those unsavoury drawbacks- these include a diminished armouring leaving it susceptible to ram damage and road wear & tear. Also to keep the vehicle light weight leaves it only able to carry a small selection of equipment, fitted with only driver and navigator seats and a smaller fuel tank leaving the driver on the constant prowl for fuel.
The Rotary engine's distinctive 'screaming' has given the off-roader to be called a Banshee as it's usually the last sound that those unlucky few hear before they die.

Valour acquired the Banshee a few years ago after wining a local off-road night race. The unskilled driver at the time neglected to navigate 'Gallows Gap' resulting in his death and Val claiming victory and the remains of the buggy. Banshee II was hurriedly built but then just as quickly written off by a disgruntled client claiming Valour had cheated him out of a few thousand credits (sucker didn't read the fine print). The current Banshee has been improved with a 13B Turbo Rotary engine (previous 12A) and lives true to the scream of a Banshee.

(Will get a sound link up when my internet wants to work correctly)

1970's Bolt action sniper rifle
Road spikes 2x