1. You may have one primary weapon, up to two sidearms, and a melee weapon. If you are playing a melee focused character, you may have a primary weapon and a small number of throwing weapons.

2. While you may play any type of character (Ghoul, Mutant, Etc.) you will have to convincingly explain their circumstances in the backstory. If I feel something is lacking, I will ask you to revise it.

3. You character must have some skills that overlap in one of the existing roles.

4. Finally, no anime pictures for your portrait.

1. No power gaming other players. If you want to add in a goon to kill, that's fine, but if you want to have an interaction with another player that turns into a fight, discuss it with them first.

2. No metagaming. Just because you read another player's backstory, doesn't mean your character knows it.

3. Any concerns with other players, bring them up with me.

Medic

Engineer/Mechanic

Demolitions Expert

Infiltrator

Scientist

Weapons Expert

Use these as a guideline to making the type of character you want. If you want your character to fill a role not listed, PM me. Odds are, I'll approve it.

Age and Date of Birth:

Gender:

Species: (Human, Ghoul, Mutant, Etc.)

Profession: (When they're not chasing down mystery women that is.)



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Backstory:

Flaws: (At least one.)

Relationships and Reputation: (Your character's relationships with groups as well as people.)

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills: (What is your character trained and practiced in?)

Weapons:

- Primary: (Rifles, shotguns, swords, etc.)
- Secondary: (Up to two sidearms or throwing weapons.)
- Melee: (For firearm characters, has to be something that can be carried easily on the hip or in a pack. Knives, machetes, etc.)

Armor/Clothes:

Personal belongings:

Misc: (Anything you want to add that's not covered in the CS)

DISCLAIMER: This is an update on factions and the state of the wasteland after the Second Battle of Hoover Damn. None of this is actually canon but feel free to use it in your backstory or RP.

[Demolitions Expert]

Personal Stats

Age: 210 years old (Approximately late 50's physically)

Date of Birth: March 6th, 2074

Gender: Male

Species: Ghoul (Glowing one)

Profession: Bomb constructor

Psychological History

Motivations and Outlook (Personality): Definitely a little off. Since he grew up alone he talks to himself, has a very mild case of multiple personality disorder, where as he can't actually control the voices in his head. Although whether or not this is from his mutations is unknown, as he says, "They've always been there." Other then that he acts like any other human, although he doesn't see the need for clothes, and often walks about like he's feral. He had a very positive outlook, often remarking "I'm slowly going feral, might make it a good life while I have it... Shut up Ster." His only motivation is to live a fulfilling life and make a few friends along the way, his kindness is a rarity in the wasteland. Sometimes his actions are influenced by the voices in his head:

Web: His kind side, ad major voice.
Ster: The sarcastic and rude voice inside his head.
Fatta: The one urging him to become Feral.

Backstory: Born three years before the great war Webster spent his whole life as a ghoul. Although he was ghoul, his parents weren't, and lived just long enough to teach him to survive. Ever since then he's been traveling through the wasteland, foraging to find just enough food and water to stay alive and keep his humanity. Unlike many ghoul children he aged, but at a considerably slower pace. Eventually deciding he would travel through the Mojave wasteland. There he was exposed to enough radiation to turn him into a glowing one. Eventually he would start turning up in settlements and towns, crafting bombs for them just so he could have someone to talk to.

Flaws:
Far to trusting
Acts like he's feral sometimes
Glowing ones are hated by most other peoples of the wasteland.

Relationships and Reputation: Kind of an outcast among ghouls, although he's done a favor to many a settlement. He has a love/hate relationship with the voices inside his head.

Opinions on Team: Probably already thinking they'll be great people and good freinds.

Skills and Equipment

Skills: Bomb building, Knows how to kill most creatures in the Mojave and other wastelands, and use of explosives.

Weapons:

- Primary: Caravan shotgun
- Secondary: 2 Grenades
- Melee: His fists

Armor/Clothes: None most of the time, a ripped up pair of trousers if he has to.

Personal belongings: Some scraps and gunpowder (probably very unsafe) and three caps

Blake "Blondie" Luther

Weapons Expert / Gunslinger

Personal Stats:
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Spiecies: Ghoul (post-War transformation, slowly transforming into a Feral)
Profession: Drifter, ex-NCR Veteran Ranger

Psychological History:

Motivations and Outlook:
Beneath Blake's old hardened stoic exterior that is fortified with a love for alcohol and a dry sense of humor hides a sad and broken man that has experienced much tragedy throughout his life and has had growing issues coping with them as he is desperately trying to hold onto his old morals and beliefs that once made feel him more just than the people he fought.

He has yet to open up to others after a long time of becoming detached from the world. It's not that he truly mistrusts or thinks less of others, he just simply wears his armor, both figurative and literal, to shield himself from the world around him, as well as the other way around. Needless to say, it will take some time for his armor to get cracked and for him to open up to the group.

It makes no wonder that he has got a bit of a stubborn side to him. With him it's his way or the highway... Well, not really. As a Ranger, it was drilled into him real fast on how to shut up and follow orders. However, you'll still need a silver tongue or at least a compelling point to sway his opinion on something.

By the same token, he won't try to sell you an idea with fancy or flashy words, just ruthless honesty with the rare joking remark. It could be attributed to the fact that most of his "discussions" happened with the type of folk to ambush you on the highway asking for your caps or your life. And in those types of arguments, his gun did most of the talking - meaning he never really had to learn his way with words.

Due to this, the violent and heavy hitting approach is his forte - both from the front, or having sneaked up to the enemy's rear.

Don't get me wrong – for him, there is always time for diplomacy: both the short-term truces and agreements made between both parties while on the battlefield by the foot soldiers like him or the peace treaties brokered and signed by his leaders. But at the same time, that has been mostly the exception made through necessity or desperation, not always the rule.

Worse yet, he has slowly begun to shift from his old tactical, calculative or even cunning ways of planning and fighting, to a more savage and brutal way of starting and ending fights.

There is this rage and anger within him. And it's not just his condition - that isn't even the half of it. He didn't really notice it until he grew older and thought it would go away with old age, but it had only grown and gotten worse - no thanks to the conflict he kept putting himself in.

When he went after the people who killed his loved ones, he left behind any piece of humanity he still had left after weathering in the wastes and the Mojave. And he never truly had gotten it back. You could even say that he stopped being human after that - and you'd be right. Literally.

He blames and deeply resents himself for the death of his family. He believes that they'd still be alive had he not betrayed and abandoned them when he had gone to serve in the Mojave. He compares and sees himself as no different to his own father that had spent his life abusing his own family.

Knowing that he'll never forgive himself, he sees no need for redemption - his family is dead and he doesn't believe in god, as such there is nothing or no-one to redeem himself for. And yet, despite all that, there is still a piece of the good person he once was trying to survive and live on. The kid who tried to get away from home at all costs and the Ranger who naively believed he was making a difference in the world.

Unfortunately, it looks like that journey is coming to an end. Because while he might not die and may live on for centuries, Blake sees becoming feral as no different as being "dead".

He finds it deeply ironic, because when he still had everything he had no issues going head-first into dangerous battles or situations, but now that his fate is sealed and he has nothing left, he still desperately wants to hold onto the last thing that remains but is slowly fading away - his memories of his family.

Backstory: *Insert Lorem Ipsum here*

Flaws:
-Old
"I was already an old man when I turned and, sure as shit, I haven't become any younger."

-Alcohol abuse
"Alcohol kills me in a different way now, but atleast it makes one of the pains go away."

-Turning feral, will influence the characters personality over the story and he might not make it till' the end
"I can feel it, one of these days I will finally turn. Hell, in a way... I already have..."

Relationships and Reputation:

- Likes the NCR, holds positive reputation with them.
"I've spent most of my life fighting for the Republic and upholding it's values. Now I want nothing to do with it anymore. Still, this is my homeland and my people."

- Despises slavers, will become antagonistic/hostile towards them
"As the NCR Rangers, we dedicated our fight towards abolishing slavery and eliminating those who put others in collars and shackles. While our mission eventually changed, the sentiment didn't."

- Hates the Legion, Brotherhood of Steel and Enclave, holds negative reputation with them.
"We've gone to war with these groups for different reasons, but they've attacked the NCR first - they drew the first blood, not us. For each one of their members I've killed, I've lost a close friend. I don't even want to think about the innocent people caught in the crossfire. I don't fight for the NCR anymore, but that doesn't mean I can just turn off how I feel about these people."

- Dislikes raiders and tribal groups
"I wouldn't have an issue with tribals if they tried to integrate with the NCR better, but at the same time we're the ones encroaching on their lands. I won't do anything if they won't. Raiders, however? Open season."

Opinions on Team: TBA

Skils and Equipment

Skills:
-Ranger
“The NCR Rangers are the Republic’s elite force operating in the furthest, most dangerous and most isolated frontiers of the NCR. We’ve been trained to fight alone and win even against the most overwhelming odds. I’ve seen and taken part of our growth from a semi-legal abolitionist agency to the most elite fighting force of the NCR.”

As a Veteran Ranger, Blake has been given advanced training in firearms, explosives handling and close combat techniques, as well stealth and reconnaissance tactics. Plus, he has had plenty of experience in survival and basic self-aid techniques. Sufficed to say, even in old age he is more than prepared for the trek to Oregon.

-Gunslinger
"I've lived by the gun my whole life. I tried to walk away and live a different path, but... it didn't work out. Now... I think I'd rather die by a gun also."

Despite his choice and preference for "cowboy guns", Blake is an expert marksman with all other sorts of conventional projectile firearms. While his gunslinging skills may have slightly atrophied in his age, he is still one of the top shooters in the group, if still not the best. His skill with weapons also goes beyond the practical, with him able twirl and spin his two revolvers with ease as a means of impressing or intimidating his opponents.

-Ambidextrous
"Ranger training prepares you for a situation when your primary shooting arm is immobilized. With that skill in my hands, I had the bright idea of using two guns at the same time."
As the name implies Blake is able to shoot exceptionally well with both hands, even at the same time.

-Repair, maintenance and improvements
"Your weapons are your only lifeline. Keeping them clean and maintained will ensure reliability as well as accuracy and avoid any unplanned malfunctions in the middle of a gunfight.

When it comes to customization, engravings gives you no tactical advantage whatsoever. However, optimizing your weapon for a given situation can make all the difference in a battle. Just a small change can make a big impact."

Military training has ensured that Blake will make sure to keep his weapons well maintained. In fact, he will go as far as to make sure that the rest of the team also keep their firearms maintained. As well as that, he can also help with small jury-rigged quality-of-life improvements on the teams firearms. He is no engineer, however. Just the stuff one can do in the field.

-Handloader
"The logistical link between a target and the firearm that is shooting at it is the round that is fired from the gun. Using the correct type of ammo for the target will ensure an advantage over your foe. Unfortunately, sometimes we had shortages of match-grade ammunition. Some made do. My friends and I decided we would make our own loads - we came up with some wildest shit that would even make the Gun Runners jelaous."

Given the rights tools and surface, Blake is able to make a range of unique handcrafted ammunition, starting from match-grade like handloads to rounds filled with toxins from poisonous plants or venomous creatures.

Alternatively, with no access to such a workstation, he can quickly turn regular ammunition into handmade split-point dumdum rounds with just his knife, mimicking a hollow-point round at the cost of accuracy.

Weapons:
- Primary: Custom Cowboy Repeater
A decently-worn refurbished pre-War Winchester style lever-action rifle with an extended tube magazine. The rifle features a brass receiver matched with a dark ebony hardwood furniture that complements well with Blondie's black armor.
- Secondary: 2x 357. Magnum Revolvers
A pair of modified Colt Single Action Army revolvers. Featuring a blackened steel finish and custom bone grips, they appear worn after years of reckless gunslinging, despite good care being taken in maintaining them.
- Melee: Combat Knife
A standard-issue NCR combat knife. Well sharpened.

Armor/Clothes:
-Damaged NCR Ranger combat armor
The famed “Black Armor” of the NCR. It is a set of pre-War military body armor refurbished by the Republic for use by the NCR Veteran Rangers. Blake wears it with the NCR Ranger heavy duster and rodeo jeans, just like the other Veteran Rangers. The armor itself, however, has been unfortunately damaged, owing to a recent gunfight Blake found himself in.

To accommodate for his twin revolvers, Blake wears two belts holding 357. Magnum ammo with two holsters attached near his hips - one in a standard position on his right and the other in a crossdraw position on his left. Apart from that, a bandolier is worn over the duster by Blake to hold more ammunition as well as a small backpack to hold the essential supplies and tools.

-Ranger helmet
Complementing the black armor is a modular advanced military helmet that was issued alongside it. It has a built-in combination of low light optics meant for use with the infrared/white light lamp as well as a gas mask module that can also alter Blake's voice. When worn in combination with the armor (which is how he wears it most of the time), it can hide Blondie's identity and the fact that he is a ghoul. The smell might eventually give him away, though.

Personal belongings:
- Personal Diary

Misc:

[Scientist]



Age and Date of Birth: 32 (tells everyone 25) January 2252

Gender: Feminine

Species: Third gen Synth

Profession: Institute Bio-Science Department Virologist, on long range assignment



Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Driven to prove herself and dedicated to her work. Fiercely loyal and appreciative of the trust and work she has been given. She feels pride and happiness for the assignment she's been given.

Generally speaking Artorias has a huge disliking of things that are disorganized. And knowing how the surface is, with it's ruins and broken down items it's a daily occurence that she might have a little bit of a temper tantrum over seeing people on the surface just ignoring things that could be so easily repaired and used again.

Another pet peeve tends to be the ignorance of embracing science and technology. she can see it clearly again almost everyday, as just the most basic of technology and science is used in some places. And even willfully ignored and shunned in others.

She will gladly gush over any piece of scienctific gear, tool or practice that she can add to her notes. And will often go into abit of a fangirl moment as she will try and examine the item or practice from all angles and compare it to the tools or practices from the Institute.

Again generally speaking she finds almost all of the surface people very much backwards. But having grown up in the Institute, she knows she can't change everything in a day, as much as she'd like too. And sadly the two main factions who have continued to embrace science and technology are the Legion of Steel and the Enclave who she just does not get along with what so ever.

Backstory:

It's a perfect society, a perfectly safe and healthy place to be. Down in the Institute. The home of some of the greatest minds in the entire former United States wasteland.

Other advanced factions say they are the smartest or the most advanced. But the Institute knows better.

It was in that environment that Artoria was born. Some 32 years ago born as a bouncing pale-pink bundle of joy to Jon and Cricia Stanko. A healthy baby, who upon being swatted by the helper boy, had let out a hearty wail. She was cleaned and handed to her mother to learn the beat of her heart. And that was the first few moments of Artoria Stanko.

Attention, new batch of synths to be printed, sleeved and activated. ETA, Nine minutes. Advise build team to be on hand to head off any problems.

Attention Synth case Alpha Romeo Tango Oscar Romeo India Alpha One Sierra next in queue, sleeve for female form, prepare history tapes.

She would grow up peacefully and happily. Being taught by some of the best minds among the Institute staff. It was a good young life at first. A young and thoughtful child who absorbed information like a sponge. Almost seeming to have an encyclopedia in her mind that filed away facts with ease.

Throughout her young life this would persist a gluttony for knowledge. Her parents urging her on. With all that confidence she sought excel and as the years went by she matched on the idea of medicine and viruses. She was 18 when she began an apprenticeship with the Medical sub department in the Bio Sciences section of the facility. And that was the point where she found her passion. Beginning her studies to become a Virologist.

Attention: Endo-skeleton assembly complete. Third Generation chassis has been completed. Unit ARTORIA 1-S, unit proceeding to memory engram implantation. ETA to completion seven hours. Memory team be ready for delivery.

For about a decade Artoria would study and work, gaining no real notice, but still a diligent student and researcher. Compiling notes and helping to create the medicines needed to keep the enclosed city healthy and hale.

She'd work hard, creating a new database to keep track of the sicknesses that would come through the enclosed community, to help the medics and researchers to keep track of what worked and what didn't.

Some time later one of the Directors would point out that though The Institute had a supply of FEV, they had only done studies on what they had managed to create and what is nearby in the Commonwealth. They had little information on areas outside of their immediate area.

So they sent out word, "Who would brave the wastes outside to retrieve information on FEV mutations? Several will be sent out who is brave enough?" And Artoria put her name forward. An endeavour to help out more? She's take it gladly.

Attention: Data and memory engram at 97% completion. Begin equipment and item placement. Surface team make ready for transport. Courser Juliet Oscar India 19-Hotel, on standby. ARTORIA 1-S to be deployed immediately.

The fateful day came and Artoria Stanko set out, with a set of Institute survival gear, a full body set of science containment armor, a companion hover droid, her gear, weapons for protection and the directive to learn as much as she can about the FEV and other viruses, bacteria and things that could add to the Institute's knowledge base.

Flaws:

High levels of personal insecurity in her ability. Having spent the majority of her life in the below ground portions of the Institute and unknowing of her synthetic origins she has a complex over her perceived inadequacies.

Unknowing of her Synth origins. Memories implanted say she was born to a pair of scientists, one working in Medicine, the other working in Robotics.

Relationships and Reputation:

Jon and Cricia Stanko - Her Parents, both still alive but getting on in age, still working in the Institute. Jon in Medicine and Cricia in Robotics.

The Institute and the Board of Directors - Noted down as a special assignment Virologist, has very high positive reputation with the organization

NCR - Virtually unknown, seen as an oddity in fact, Neutral reputation

Legion and Enclave - Holds slightly bad reputation with both factions as The Institute continues to be outside their control.

Raiders and Slavers - High negative reputation. She will usually run, but in a combat situation she will not hesitate to kill these factions

Tribals - Neutral Reputation generally. As long as they don't try to attack her while she's going about her work she has no problem. But there has been a few problems here and there so she tends to be wary.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)



Skills:

Virology: Practiced and educated extensively in the study of viruses, trained to understand what sicknesses viruses can cause.

Researcher: Note taking, specimen collection, record keeping, all meant to bring back as much information as possible.

Energy weapon training: As per Institute protocol all Institute personal are trained in the use of energy weapons.

Institute Gear repair and care taking: Mostly self explanatory, she understands the care and repair of her equipment.

Weapons:

- Primary: n/a see Misc.
- Secondary: Institute Plasma Defender
- Melee: Survival Machete

Armor/Clothes:

Full body enclosing Institute bio hazard suit with armor plating and shielded bubble helmet. Air tight and designed to keep the wearer safe from most biohazard problems. Everything from acid protection, to radiation protection, but is very light on ballistic protection but has a rather good rating against stabs, cuts and slashes.

Personal belongings: A picture of her parents, a picture of her room back in the Institute and her mission orders in the form of a small disk.

Misc: Drone A2, a research and defense drone with a small 12.7 SMG built into the chassis, functioning in place of a primary weapon. The Drone also has various science and research tools built into it.