[OOC] Fallout: War for the Commonwealth

[The Critic]

ATTENTION ALL WHO VISIT

THIS RP WILL HAVE SOME SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T PLAYED THE GAME, AND POTENTIALLY SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T PLAYED THE GAME EXTENSIVELY. THESE SPOILERS ARE RELATED TO FACTIONS ONLY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Otherwise, enjoy!

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Introduction and Character Sheet

Fallout: War for the Commonwealth

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Our Story...

The Commonwealth finds itself overwhelmed. Along with the Institute causing the trouble it usually does, yet another technologically superior group has entered the Commonwealth, calling itself The Brotherhood of Steel. Entering the skies with a giant airship stationed above the old Boston Airport, The Brotherhood have come here determined to find something it seems, but no one knows what apart from their members. The Railroad are becoming more ambitious in their attempts to "free" synths from the Institute, so much so that a few fights that have broken out among the night are rumored to be the Railroad's handiwork. And with rumors floating around that they are taking on new members, there is only one thing that is shared among them all; "Follow the Freedom Trail."

Even through the chaos, The Minutemen have remained a strong and reliable source of help to the people of the Commonwealth. A large number of settlements scattered among the wasteland were founded thanks to their help, and all are connected via trade routes and Minutemen patrols, making sure that the roads are as safe as can be. But despite their best efforts, the Nuka-World Raiders have begun to take territory in the Commonwealth, completely ransacking settlements and turning them into their own outposts, while enslaving others, forcing them to provide food and other resources for them.

"Things are grim. Most of you, if not all, volunteered for this mission, whether you're from our town here or from across the Commonwealth, because we need to keep our land safe. All we know for your mission so far is that you are to head to the Castle, where you'll receive you briefing. Work as a team, play it safe, and all of you should be able to return to your homes. Everyone, dismissed."

After this meeting in the bar of Tenpines Bluff, everyone decides to meet outside the gate to begin the trip to the Castle. You all can decide where you want to start off around the town, I'll leave the shortened tour of the settlement here and here. Feel free to make pre-existing relationships among yourselves, or even me, and tie them into your backstories! When you guys are ready, throw your Character Sheets here in the OOC first so I can approve them, then we can move them to the CS tab.

Character Sheet

Name:

(please insert image here, preferably realistic pictures)

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Age: (Please nothing too low, we can't all be Mayor MacCready. :P I'd say 18+)

Personality: (Can be a few choice words or a few sentences, depends on how you want to put your character across)

Apparel/Armor: (Armorwise, please pick something from in-game, just so everyone can have a better idea of your gear)

Weapon(s): (10mm Pistol, Pipe Revolver, Baseball Bat, no Fat Mans or Gatling Lasers :P)

Settlement Occupation/Contribution: (Settlement Guard, Bar Fly, Tinkerer, etc.)

Biography: (Feel free to write a bit, a paragraph or two will be fine but if you feel up to writing more, be my guest! If anyone wants to make pre-existing relationships with anyone else, mention them here)

Reason for Agreeing: (While a Guard or loyal Minuteman would be willing to take on a dangerous mission to help others, the town drunk may be less willing, unless persuaded by the jangling of caps)

[Lord Wyron]

I'm excited to get this ball rolling!! I'll get started on my character tomorrow :)

[The Critic]

Alright @Ghost Shadow, sounds good to me! Can't wait to see what you come up with

[Pathfinder]

Eric Reid

Name: Eric Reid



Age: 34

Personality: An example of one of the more restrained raiders in the Commonwealth, Eric is a firm believer in picking your own battles. If he puts out his neck out for anyone, it's only to further his own goals... usually survival. However as restrained as he likes to show himself, Eric enjoys bloodshed just a little too much and when he's not completely soaked he's usually the first one into the fray. In the end while he enjoys battle and bloodshed, Eric's true first goal is taking care of himself and his interests.

Apparel/Armor:
-Road Leathers
-Metal Chest Armor
-Metal Left Arm
-Leather Left Leg
-Leather Right leg

Weapon(s):
-Ripper A.K.A. "Jack"
-Sawed-Off Shotgun
-5x Molotov Cocktails

Settlement Occupation/Contribution: Town Drunk/Occasional Guard

Biography: While you'd never hear it from the man himself, one has to only take a slightly more inquisitive eye to see that he was once a raider. An up and coming raider boss who got unlucky and trusted the wrong people, his own second in command staging a mutiny when the caps started to stutter. Obviously he lived and survived with a sizable stack of caps to take with him, though exactly how he keeps to himself as going around talking about your raiding days is liable to get you shanked. Now days he lives looking through the bottom of a bottle, drying out his stash on hooch and defending Tennpines from the occasional raid.

Reason for Agreeing: The caps he's been draining at the bar is coming on empty and he needs to feed his habit.

[The Critic]

@Pathfinder, accepted, but if you don't mind could you add some personality stuff? I kind of have an idea but I'd rather see what you were thinking

[Letter Bee]

@The Critic, I might join the RP.

[Pathfinder]

@The Critic

My bad, I didn't see that part.

[Pathfinder]

@The Critic
Done and done.

[The Critic]

@Pathfinder, thanks! I'll add it as soon as I get a moment

[Letter Bee]

@The Critic, Actually, I might not join this RP, but I will still be observing it.

[Tala Avana]

Elamshin

Name:Elamshin (Ela for short)



Age: 24

Personality: Level headed and calm, Elamshin tends to stay away from too large of groups, preferring her machines and crafting than interacting with people. While she has the patience of a saint, those who wear through it will learn that everyone has a nasty side, and she is no exception.

Apparel/Armor: Road leathers, full set of standard leather armor.

Weapons: Scoped marksman combat rifle

Settlement Occupation/Contribution: Weaponsmith and Engineer

Biography: Owing the early years of her survival to being a part of a small but successful group of Gunners, Elamshin made herself useful by having a natural talent for tinkering, eventually becoming the groups best weapons modifier and machine repairer. As time went on, she began to get irritated at the constant advances from the male members of the group, some even trying underhanded tactics on her. Eventually she snapped, changing the sentry turrets controls to fire on everyone but her in the middle of the night when she had night watch. When morning rolled around, the Gunner team were quickly torn apart by their own defenses and Elamshin gathered an armor set that didn't scream "I'm a Gunner!", ammo and supplies before leaving on her journey to.... wherever she felt like, really.

Reason for Agreeing: Curiosity, as well as a bit of wanderlust. Traveling alone was a surefire way of getting killed, so when she learned that some group of goody-two-shoes were headed out on some mission, she decided to tag along for whatever might come, weither it be bullets and blood or caps and scraps.

@The Critic

[Burning Kitty]

@The Critic Do I need to include under apparel that Taylor has a Pipboy?

[DepressedSoviet]

@The CriticHere's the mute ghoul I mentioned, need something decided on by you and the others playing town residents due to him being mute, namely what to call him.

Jacob McMurphy

Name: Jacob McMurphy, known as (Nickname to be decided by @Pathfinder@The Critic@Burning Kitty and all others who are accepted into the RP as town residents)

Image (warning, very large)

Age: 239

Personality: As a mute, Jacob's personality can be hard to pin down, especially since most people can't read, nor do they know American Sign Language. Those who've been around him though, can tell that he cares a lot about people who treat him well, and that he's the first to volunteer out of the goodness of his heart.

Apparel/Armor: Gunner Flannel Shirt and Jeans(IC-wise treated as his old US Army fatigue shirt), White Winter Jacket(IC-wise treated as his old Army Winter parka), fingerless knit gloves

Weapon(s): Scoped Hunting Rifle, Pipe pistol, Serrated Combat Knife

Settlement Occupation/Contribution: Game Hunter, occasional Guard

Biography: Born in 2048, in central Boston, Jacob grew up in a very urban-American lifestyle. His father was a factory worker, assembling vehicles for the American consumers, and his mother worked as a nurse at Milton General. Growing up in the streets of Boston, Jacob was plunged headfirst into the culture of modern America. Growing up as Nuka-Cola was just taking off, He was an avid fan of the soda as a youth, and would, like most Americans, be found with a bottle at every meal possible.

By 2066, Jacob was a full adult, and was quickly drafted into the Army when the Battle for Anchorage broke out. Serving a long five years on the front lines as a marksman, the war was about as good as war could be for Jacob, until a fateful day in March of 2072, when Chinese paratroopers captured him and his squad.

Being held prisoner for 4 years, Jacob was beaten and mauled by cruel torture methods, which culminated in the Chinese cutting out his tongue, leaving him permanently unable to speak. Eventually, they would be rescued, having been whittled down to just 3 men, from their original ten. Jacob would be awarded the Purple Heart, the Prisoner of War Medal, National Defense Service Medal, and the Anchorage Reclamation Service Medal.

Returning home in late 2076, Jacob had a bit less than a year to enjoy life in the United States before the Great War struck. On that morning, Jacob was in a cafe on the edge of Boston, enjoying a late breakfast, when the first bomb struck. The radio blared the news, and out the window, Jacob saw the horror of true atomic war. The shockwave blasted through the city, windows shattered, the cafe came collapsing around Jacob, and the last thing he saw was his own hands against the backdrop of the ceiling.

Jacob doesn't know what time, day, month, or even year he woke up. All he remembers is laying in a pile of rubble, looking up at a pitch black sky, and feeling rain. Jacob began to walk towards his home in central Boston, not noticing the changes impacting his body as he did so. By the time he made it to the dilapidated ruin of his home, he knew there was very little left. Scavenging what he could, his old army shirt and jacket, his medals, and a hunting rifle preserved in his gun safe, he set out to find out what life was left in the world.

By 2287, Jacob had fully accepted his life as a ghoul, having wandered from settlement to settlement, searching for a place he could finally settle down in and call home, Jacob eventually found a place to live in the settlement of Tenpines Bluff. Building a home on the edge of town, Jacob took to life as the local game hunter, bringing in meat from the various irradiated animals of the wasteland, and sharing it with the town and passing traders in exchange for ammo, water, and other necessary supplies, though communicating his needs is often difficult with his lack of speaking ability.

Reason for Agreeing: He was one of the first to volunteer, though someone who doesn't know of his kindness can only guess as to why.

[The Critic]

@Tala Avana, accepted! And @Burning Kitty, yeah, if you don't mind! I can add it to the list on the CS tab. @DepressedSoviet, accepted, looks good! I'm not creative enough at the moment to come up with a good nickname, but I'll keep it in mind

[DepressedSoviet]

@The CriticThat's fine. I tagged all the people who had been accepted at the time, as I figured the town would collectively come up with the name, preferably through some kind of OOC collaboration.

[The Critic]

@DepressedSoviet, of course, that sounds fine to me

[Pathfinder]

@DepressedSoviet
Corpsy McCorpseface

[DepressedSoviet]

@PathfinderWell, I guess that's what I get for asking for suggestions :/

[Burning Kitty]

@DepressedSoviet Golden, as in silence is golden.

[DepressedSoviet]

@The Critic@Burning Kitty@Pathfinder Idea: What if people just all have their own names for him, like they address him as different things, but everyone still knowns who you're talking about when you say your name for him?