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Will try to do so on my part with Detroit and watnot, too.
Here's my nation application to this roleplay. Hope it's all good. :D
Since Canada was never directly bombed the land of the tribes is lush and wild with might timbers, thick maples, and abundant wildlife and flora. The radioactive fallout they received from the bombings in the US did mutate animals and plants in their lands however, creating Wampus Mountain Lions, "Mega" Moose, Cactus Prairie Dogs, and more.
The vast majority of Canada also lacks a heavy amount of infrastructure due to the large amounts of wilderness and the deterioration of pre-war rounds and utilities. As a result traveling through Canada can be very dangerous to outsiders as the temperatures, creatures, plants, and terrain can make for a treacherous journey.
Natives and those trading with them have few issues with the land however as once you grow accustom to it the land isn't that dangerous.
The Confederate Tribe's territory stretches from one side of Canada to the other with only southern Ontario being left alone due to it's alarmingly close proximity to the US and dangerous raiders.
At the moment a lot of the populace is spread out across the territories with the main concentrations being in Prince Rupert, Edmonton, Northside, Winnipeg, Thunder Bay, and Quebec City. While they technically control all of Canada they only project force in certain areas along roads connecting the tribes and the outlying borders of their lands leaving many areas untouched. However their reach grows by the day and one day their lands will entirely be their own.
Before the Great War the nation of Canada was a peaceful, non nuclear country bordering the United States of America. Though they were much less advanced than their burgeoning, jingoist neighbor Canada saw a degree of peace. Even during the massive resource shortages at the time Canada maintained a large degree of stability and sought renewable means of solving their energy problems.
However the invasion of Alaska by the Chinese prompted the United States to invade Canada to secure supply lines and to ensure the ‘security’ of their nation. Since Canada was a non-nuclear nation at the time the US was able to do so without retaliation. Though Canada’s military put up a brave fight they were no match against the US military which was bloated, fat beast funded by half the opposing nation’s national income.
During its annexation countless Canadian citizens were massacred, executed on their knees with almost jovial casualness by the occupation forces. Thousands of people were put into internment camps and brutalized in horrid and unspeakable ways. Though a resistance movement formed it seemed almost in vain, as the energy weapon and power armor equipped US troops out gunned and armored them.
Then the unthinkable happened.
The world ended.
Nuclear bombs dropped across the US and countless places across the planet. Panic, mayhem, and countless destruction ensued. However Canada was spared as no one factored the non-nuclear nation into their bombing plans. Though they got plenty of fallout from the massive bombings in the US, the radioactivity and destruction in Canada was barely anything compared to the states.
Some of the US occupation troops tried to flee back to the states, but most stayed figuring Canada was the last place they could survive at. However the Canadian’s hatred didn’t go away and the dropping of the bombs only intensified it. For a time the troops managed to remain in control, but where they rapidly began to deplete the resources of their high tech weapons the Canadian’s constantly gained more and more violent vigor.
Eventually the internment camps and occupied towns exploded into violent, murderous riots that overran the troops. US soldiers were beaten, hung, crucified, disemboweled, and even castrated by the enraged populace. Power Armor troopers saw the worst of it and were killed and brutalized in especially heinous ways. One popular method had people trap the wearer inside a de-powered suit of power armor, pour flammable liquid down into the cracks of the armored suit, and light a match. Cooking the wearers alive inside their own armor.
The vast majority of the occupation troops and Canadian collaborators were slaughtered and those that survived escaped into the wilderness, eventually turning into brain dead bandits and giving birth to generations of Canadian Raiders.
With the violence done the Canadians were left figuring out what to do. Some struggled in the more urbanized area to rebuild civilization where many traveled out into the largely untouched wilderness to begin anew.
Years passed and the vast majority of Canadians formed tribes and began living off the land. Though they forgot many things they retained their history, keeping records and passing along verbal accounts of the horrors the US unleashed upon them.
Eventually though as the years clicked on, Canada began to change. Vaults built in Canada during the occupation began to open up and foreign visitors began to appear in their lands. Explorers, criminals, scavengers, and more all seemingly from the South...
Word spread amongst the tribe and everyone feared the worst.
America had survived.
The great beast that rent the world with fire still breathed, and those who lived within its wretched lands now pressed into their territory. Traveling far the chiefs of each tribe met in 2190 and discussed what to do. It was eventually decided that their tribes would unify into a Confederacy like their ancestors had before the coming of the bright fire.
From that day forward the tribes joined hands and slowly worked to regain what they had lost. They pushed into long abandoned urban areas, exploring far and wide for knowledge. Slowly they began to learn, becoming more literate, more knowledgeable, and more dangerous.
As of 2290 the Confederate Tribes of Canada is on it's way to becoming a proper nation. Though they have slowly become more ‘civilized’ they remain people of the wilderness at heart and have retained the powerful passions and elements of their tribal cultures that served to push them this far.
Word of activity along the borders, men in metal armor, whispers of horrid cults, and worse have pushed the Confederate Tribes into accelerating their progress. Believing it will soon be time to exact revenge on the Flag Bearers, the remnants of the US Army and Government that still perpetuate the evil of the 'great dead beast' of America...
Due to the large and supportive stretches of wilderness in Canada the populate of the Confederate tribes evens out around 900,000. The vast majority are humans, with some ghouls and the very rare migrated super mutant mixed in. Amongst their population are local mutants called the "Horned".
During the annexation of Canada the US took the opportunity to test a number of biological weapons on the populace. One of which had strange side effects after the exposure to fallout radiation and the consumption of mutated game meat by the after war populace.
People effected by the substance developed stronger skeletons with bone and keratin structures gradually growing from their heads. They looked like small, branching elk or moose horns, earning them the name "The Horned Ones". Beyond their horns they show little to no mutations or deformities allowing them to go unnoticed as their horns are often mistaken for tribal head wear.
The Confederate Tribes of Canada are lead by a group of chiefs made up of representatives from the six tribes of the land. One chief from each tribe forms the group with a single one amongst them being elected "Prime Chief" every 8 years. The Prime Chief makes important decisions regarding war, peace, and the progress of their people.
Though the Prime Chief holds the most say, he requires support from a winning portion of the other Chiefs to take action. Any decrees or plans put in motion by the Union of Chiefs are enforced by local rulers and carried out by warriors, wisemen, and Tribe researchers.
Though crude by American standards the system works quite well and so far has allowed even representation and proper leadership amongst the tribes.
Chief Rendrun: 38 years old and current Prime Chief. As a young man he was an explorer and ventured to many different places, east, west, north, and south. Returning home he was left wise and changed by his experiences. He now leaders Canada on a campaign of progress, with particular interest in research, manufacturing, and growing their infant economy.
He is a hands on leader, showing up in battle and showing up to important matters. A distinctive element of his outfit is a shoulder pauldron made from a suit of T-45 power armor that he took off a foreigner he killed in single combat.
Explorer Lendcetter: 19 years old and Chief Rendrun's personal explorer, scout, and warrior. Though young and the daughter of Rendrun, Lend is a bright, curious, and experienced young women who shows surprising capability on the field of battle. She goes where Rendrun cannot and represents him when he has other matters to attend too. She is a "Horned One" but files down her horns and typically hides them in her hair.
Wiseman Hospicer: 108 years old, advisor to Chief Rendrun and personal Wiseman. He is a Ghoul who is also a "Horned One" leaving him looking rather frightening with gaunt, broken, corpse like flesh and two curling horns sticking up out the top of his head. Due to personal reasons he remains in bandages looking like a mummy most days wrapped head to toe.
Despite his appearance and age he's quite spry and incredibly intelligent, with an excellent memory and an aggressive desire to learn. He is essentially the head researcher for the tribes and often travels with Lend and Rendrun on important matters, especially those regarding technology.
The fighting men and women of the tribes of Canada are not soldiers. In their eyes soldiers are puppets. Men who throw away their souls and blindly follow orders to hurt and slaughter others at the behest of aging, idiotic leaders. That is why they are not soldiers. They are warriors.
Soldiers fight because they are told to, Warriors fight because they choose to.
Canada’s fighting force is just 10,000 strong with roughly 5000 others able to join the fight if needed.
They are trained and conditioned through trials and rituals that leave them proficient in melee combat (knives, unarmed, macuahuitl) and ranged weapons (guns, bows, crossbows, slings, crude grenade weapons). Abandoning 'modern' military training methods the Canadian Warriors have devised their own means of preparing their men and women for combat. Leaving them somewhat cruder and "undisciplined" in the eyes of most militaries, but immensely flexible with stronger wills and better individual decision making then those broken by military dogma.
All Canadians, thanks to their wild birthplace, are talented and well versed in the arts of Survival. Though they are acclimated more towards colder weathers they are adaptable people able to wrestle the wilderness of the most inhospitable of places.
Weapon wise the Warriors of the Confederacy are somewhat somewhat limited. They use anything they can make themselves, clubs, spears, bows, crossbows, blow guns, macuahuitl swords shaped like hockey sticks are popular, and whatever firearms, ammunition, and grenade weapons they can scrounge up or make by hand. Supplementing this warriors often used tamed, specifically trained animals from the Canadian wilderness in their battles. Attack birds, dogs, wampus cats, mega moose, and other creatures prove valuable resources in their fights.
Though lacking in technology the Canadians are very self aware of their lack of technical firepower. Since their foundings however they have taken preparations, examining ‘ancient’ suits of power armor and working to understand the weaknesses and limitations of the horrid weapons once used against them. Ensuring that even if faced with a superior foe, they will have a way to fight.
Their forces are highly mobile, versed in guerrilla warfare, excel in ambushes, and are given explicit training on how to take down men in powered armor.
The Economy of the Confederacy is very, very weak. They lack a standard currency and largely rely on bartering for the exchange of goods and services. Their reluctance to use bottle caps comes from their fear of being weaker for accepting America's means instead of achieving their own. Though they are considering trying to begin using Pull Tabs (from the tops of soda cans) as currency they are hitting roadblocks due to their limited knowledge of economics.
Years of living in the wilderness has turned the Canadians into a curious, earthen people. Though they are now driven by a desire for progress, advancement, and eventual revenge against the US remnants, their tribal lifestyle is still visible in many aspects of their life.
Though many have been moving into urban areas and repairing them, many more still live out in the wilds handling animals, hunting, growing crops, fishing, and doing woodwork. Since the opening of the Canadian Vaults all tribes are literate and somewhat educated, yet still have a fondness for rituals, dances, homemade remedies, wards against spirits, and exploring.
While their is a devout sense of unity and respect amongst the tribes, there is still a proud warrior culture amongst the Canadians. Though fighting amongst the tribes ceased after the unification and formation of the Confederacy, the warriors of different tribes still remained competitive. Honing their skills and knowledge of war against raiders, bandits, and madmen who pressed into their territories.
Even now with more civilized Canadians and Confederate warriors, collecting scalps is viewed as perfectly acceptable.
In regards to technology Canada had little of note. While they were technically equal to America in the conventional fields of science and technology (medicine, computing, robotics, metallurgy, manufacturing, est) they lacked their more marvelous breakthroughs such as power armor, advanced combat robots, and the more cutting edge energy weapons.
They did however have technology of their own with civilian and police use robots of their own design and some advanced computer tech. The most striking of which was the "Sinclair Wrist Mainframe" which was a portable computer that could fit on one's arm much like a Pipboy. It had a smaller screen, but a full tiny rubber keyboard making it better suited for more complex work on the go.
The Canadian military was armed with largely conventional weapons but did import a small number of railguns and plasma weapons from Germany before their annexation by the United States.
After the bombs fell Canada largely fell into tribal lifestyle, neglecting urban areas and largely forgetting about many facets of modern technology.Over the past 100 years they’ve slowly been regaining their knowledge and are now perfectly literate, with a good grasp of many modern concepts regarding science, literature, and history.
They are incredibly hungry to learn more and have a wealth of researchers call "Wisemen" who are eager to grow the knowledge of their people. The tribes are fully away of how being technologically inferior makes them vulnerable and do not wish the paste of their people to repeat itself...
Though they have no single official religion many Canadians are still highly spiritual, practicing various forms of animism and worshiping spirits local to their tribes. Religious disputes are fairly rare and for the most part the Canadians practice a large degree of religious tolerance save for the rare instance of particularly meaningful rituals being slandered.
However that tolerance largely relates to local religions and are immensely intolerant of foreign religions. Missionaries believed to have originated in the US are often turned away, with the stubborn ones beaten and the ones who refuse to leave killed (though are given warning and plenty of chances to leave.)
Territory and Geography
Since Canada was never directly bombed the land of the tribes is lush and wild with might timbers, thick maples, and abundant wildlife and flora. The radioactive fallout they received from the bombings in the US did mutate animals and plants in their lands however, creating Wampus Mountain Lions, "Mega" Moose, Cactus Prairie Dogs, and more.
The vast majority of Canada also lacks a heavy amount of infrastructure due to the large amounts of wilderness and the deterioration of pre-war rounds and utilities. As a result traveling through Canada can be very dangerous to outsiders as the temperatures, creatures, plants, and terrain can make for a treacherous journey.
Natives and those trading with them have few issues with the land however as once you grow accustom to it the land isn't that dangerous.
The Confederate Tribe's territory stretches from one side of Canada to the other with only southern Ontario being left alone due to it's alarmingly close proximity to the US and dangerous raiders.
At the moment a lot of the populace is spread out across the territories with the main concentrations being in Prince Rupert, Edmonton, Northside, Winnipeg, Thunder Bay, and Quebec City. While they technically control all of Canada they only project force in certain areas along roads connecting the tribes and the outlying borders of their lands leaving many areas untouched. However their reach grows by the day and one day their lands will entirely be their own.
- *British Columbia
- *Alberta
- *Saskatchewan
- *Manitoba
- *Most of Ontario
- *Quebec
History:
Before the Great War the nation of Canada was a peaceful, non nuclear country bordering the United States of America. Though they were much less advanced than their burgeoning, jingoist neighbor Canada saw a degree of peace. Even during the massive resource shortages at the time Canada maintained a large degree of stability and sought renewable means of solving their energy problems.
However the invasion of Alaska by the Chinese prompted the United States to invade Canada to secure supply lines and to ensure the ‘security’ of their nation. Since Canada was a non-nuclear nation at the time the US was able to do so without retaliation. Though Canada’s military put up a brave fight they were no match against the US military which was bloated, fat beast funded by half the opposing nation’s national income.
During its annexation countless Canadian citizens were massacred, executed on their knees with almost jovial casualness by the occupation forces. Thousands of people were put into internment camps and brutalized in horrid and unspeakable ways. Though a resistance movement formed it seemed almost in vain, as the energy weapon and power armor equipped US troops out gunned and armored them.
Then the unthinkable happened.
The world ended.
Nuclear bombs dropped across the US and countless places across the planet. Panic, mayhem, and countless destruction ensued. However Canada was spared as no one factored the non-nuclear nation into their bombing plans. Though they got plenty of fallout from the massive bombings in the US, the radioactivity and destruction in Canada was barely anything compared to the states.
Some of the US occupation troops tried to flee back to the states, but most stayed figuring Canada was the last place they could survive at. However the Canadian’s hatred didn’t go away and the dropping of the bombs only intensified it. For a time the troops managed to remain in control, but where they rapidly began to deplete the resources of their high tech weapons the Canadian’s constantly gained more and more violent vigor.
Eventually the internment camps and occupied towns exploded into violent, murderous riots that overran the troops. US soldiers were beaten, hung, crucified, disemboweled, and even castrated by the enraged populace. Power Armor troopers saw the worst of it and were killed and brutalized in especially heinous ways. One popular method had people trap the wearer inside a de-powered suit of power armor, pour flammable liquid down into the cracks of the armored suit, and light a match. Cooking the wearers alive inside their own armor.
The vast majority of the occupation troops and Canadian collaborators were slaughtered and those that survived escaped into the wilderness, eventually turning into brain dead bandits and giving birth to generations of Canadian Raiders.
With the violence done the Canadians were left figuring out what to do. Some struggled in the more urbanized area to rebuild civilization where many traveled out into the largely untouched wilderness to begin anew.
Years passed and the vast majority of Canadians formed tribes and began living off the land. Though they forgot many things they retained their history, keeping records and passing along verbal accounts of the horrors the US unleashed upon them.
Eventually though as the years clicked on, Canada began to change. Vaults built in Canada during the occupation began to open up and foreign visitors began to appear in their lands. Explorers, criminals, scavengers, and more all seemingly from the South...
Word spread amongst the tribe and everyone feared the worst.
America had survived.
The great beast that rent the world with fire still breathed, and those who lived within its wretched lands now pressed into their territory. Traveling far the chiefs of each tribe met in 2190 and discussed what to do. It was eventually decided that their tribes would unify into a Confederacy like their ancestors had before the coming of the bright fire.
From that day forward the tribes joined hands and slowly worked to regain what they had lost. They pushed into long abandoned urban areas, exploring far and wide for knowledge. Slowly they began to learn, becoming more literate, more knowledgeable, and more dangerous.
As of 2290 the Confederate Tribes of Canada is on it's way to becoming a proper nation. Though they have slowly become more ‘civilized’ they remain people of the wilderness at heart and have retained the powerful passions and elements of their tribal cultures that served to push them this far.
Word of activity along the borders, men in metal armor, whispers of horrid cults, and worse have pushed the Confederate Tribes into accelerating their progress. Believing it will soon be time to exact revenge on the Flag Bearers, the remnants of the US Army and Government that still perpetuate the evil of the 'great dead beast' of America...
Population:
Due to the large and supportive stretches of wilderness in Canada the populate of the Confederate tribes evens out around 900,000. The vast majority are humans, with some ghouls and the very rare migrated super mutant mixed in. Amongst their population are local mutants called the "Horned".
During the annexation of Canada the US took the opportunity to test a number of biological weapons on the populace. One of which had strange side effects after the exposure to fallout radiation and the consumption of mutated game meat by the after war populace.
People effected by the substance developed stronger skeletons with bone and keratin structures gradually growing from their heads. They looked like small, branching elk or moose horns, earning them the name "The Horned Ones". Beyond their horns they show little to no mutations or deformities allowing them to go unnoticed as their horns are often mistaken for tribal head wear.
Government/Domestic Politics:
The Confederate Tribes of Canada are lead by a group of chiefs made up of representatives from the six tribes of the land. One chief from each tribe forms the group with a single one amongst them being elected "Prime Chief" every 8 years. The Prime Chief makes important decisions regarding war, peace, and the progress of their people.
Though the Prime Chief holds the most say, he requires support from a winning portion of the other Chiefs to take action. Any decrees or plans put in motion by the Union of Chiefs are enforced by local rulers and carried out by warriors, wisemen, and Tribe researchers.
Though crude by American standards the system works quite well and so far has allowed even representation and proper leadership amongst the tribes.
Notable People:
Chief Rendrun: 38 years old and current Prime Chief. As a young man he was an explorer and ventured to many different places, east, west, north, and south. Returning home he was left wise and changed by his experiences. He now leaders Canada on a campaign of progress, with particular interest in research, manufacturing, and growing their infant economy.
He is a hands on leader, showing up in battle and showing up to important matters. A distinctive element of his outfit is a shoulder pauldron made from a suit of T-45 power armor that he took off a foreigner he killed in single combat.
Explorer Lendcetter: 19 years old and Chief Rendrun's personal explorer, scout, and warrior. Though young and the daughter of Rendrun, Lend is a bright, curious, and experienced young women who shows surprising capability on the field of battle. She goes where Rendrun cannot and represents him when he has other matters to attend too. She is a "Horned One" but files down her horns and typically hides them in her hair.
Wiseman Hospicer: 108 years old, advisor to Chief Rendrun and personal Wiseman. He is a Ghoul who is also a "Horned One" leaving him looking rather frightening with gaunt, broken, corpse like flesh and two curling horns sticking up out the top of his head. Due to personal reasons he remains in bandages looking like a mummy most days wrapped head to toe.
Despite his appearance and age he's quite spry and incredibly intelligent, with an excellent memory and an aggressive desire to learn. He is essentially the head researcher for the tribes and often travels with Lend and Rendrun on important matters, especially those regarding technology.
Military:
The fighting men and women of the tribes of Canada are not soldiers. In their eyes soldiers are puppets. Men who throw away their souls and blindly follow orders to hurt and slaughter others at the behest of aging, idiotic leaders. That is why they are not soldiers. They are warriors.
Soldiers fight because they are told to, Warriors fight because they choose to.
Canada’s fighting force is just 10,000 strong with roughly 5000 others able to join the fight if needed.
They are trained and conditioned through trials and rituals that leave them proficient in melee combat (knives, unarmed, macuahuitl) and ranged weapons (guns, bows, crossbows, slings, crude grenade weapons). Abandoning 'modern' military training methods the Canadian Warriors have devised their own means of preparing their men and women for combat. Leaving them somewhat cruder and "undisciplined" in the eyes of most militaries, but immensely flexible with stronger wills and better individual decision making then those broken by military dogma.
All Canadians, thanks to their wild birthplace, are talented and well versed in the arts of Survival. Though they are acclimated more towards colder weathers they are adaptable people able to wrestle the wilderness of the most inhospitable of places.
Weapon wise the Warriors of the Confederacy are somewhat somewhat limited. They use anything they can make themselves, clubs, spears, bows, crossbows, blow guns, macuahuitl swords shaped like hockey sticks are popular, and whatever firearms, ammunition, and grenade weapons they can scrounge up or make by hand. Supplementing this warriors often used tamed, specifically trained animals from the Canadian wilderness in their battles. Attack birds, dogs, wampus cats, mega moose, and other creatures prove valuable resources in their fights.
Though lacking in technology the Canadians are very self aware of their lack of technical firepower. Since their foundings however they have taken preparations, examining ‘ancient’ suits of power armor and working to understand the weaknesses and limitations of the horrid weapons once used against them. Ensuring that even if faced with a superior foe, they will have a way to fight.
Their forces are highly mobile, versed in guerrilla warfare, excel in ambushes, and are given explicit training on how to take down men in powered armor.
Economy:
The Economy of the Confederacy is very, very weak. They lack a standard currency and largely rely on bartering for the exchange of goods and services. Their reluctance to use bottle caps comes from their fear of being weaker for accepting America's means instead of achieving their own. Though they are considering trying to begin using Pull Tabs (from the tops of soda cans) as currency they are hitting roadblocks due to their limited knowledge of economics.
Culture and Technology:
Years of living in the wilderness has turned the Canadians into a curious, earthen people. Though they are now driven by a desire for progress, advancement, and eventual revenge against the US remnants, their tribal lifestyle is still visible in many aspects of their life.
Though many have been moving into urban areas and repairing them, many more still live out in the wilds handling animals, hunting, growing crops, fishing, and doing woodwork. Since the opening of the Canadian Vaults all tribes are literate and somewhat educated, yet still have a fondness for rituals, dances, homemade remedies, wards against spirits, and exploring.
While their is a devout sense of unity and respect amongst the tribes, there is still a proud warrior culture amongst the Canadians. Though fighting amongst the tribes ceased after the unification and formation of the Confederacy, the warriors of different tribes still remained competitive. Honing their skills and knowledge of war against raiders, bandits, and madmen who pressed into their territories.
Even now with more civilized Canadians and Confederate warriors, collecting scalps is viewed as perfectly acceptable.
In regards to technology Canada had little of note. While they were technically equal to America in the conventional fields of science and technology (medicine, computing, robotics, metallurgy, manufacturing, est) they lacked their more marvelous breakthroughs such as power armor, advanced combat robots, and the more cutting edge energy weapons.
They did however have technology of their own with civilian and police use robots of their own design and some advanced computer tech. The most striking of which was the "Sinclair Wrist Mainframe" which was a portable computer that could fit on one's arm much like a Pipboy. It had a smaller screen, but a full tiny rubber keyboard making it better suited for more complex work on the go.
The Canadian military was armed with largely conventional weapons but did import a small number of railguns and plasma weapons from Germany before their annexation by the United States.
After the bombs fell Canada largely fell into tribal lifestyle, neglecting urban areas and largely forgetting about many facets of modern technology.Over the past 100 years they’ve slowly been regaining their knowledge and are now perfectly literate, with a good grasp of many modern concepts regarding science, literature, and history.
They are incredibly hungry to learn more and have a wealth of researchers call "Wisemen" who are eager to grow the knowledge of their people. The tribes are fully away of how being technologically inferior makes them vulnerable and do not wish the paste of their people to repeat itself...
Religion:
Though they have no single official religion many Canadians are still highly spiritual, practicing various forms of animism and worshiping spirits local to their tribes. Religious disputes are fairly rare and for the most part the Canadians practice a large degree of religious tolerance save for the rare instance of particularly meaningful rituals being slandered.
However that tolerance largely relates to local religions and are immensely intolerant of foreign religions. Missionaries believed to have originated in the US are often turned away, with the stubborn ones beaten and the ones who refuse to leave killed (though are given warning and plenty of chances to leave.)
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@Crosswire I'll see if anyone has an issue with your CS in a bit. But it looks good, I'll ask and if no one has any objections you're in.
VATROU The Barron
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Here's my nation application to this roleplay. Hope it's all good. :DTerritory and Geography
Since Canada was never directly bombed the land of the tribes is lush and wild with might timbers, thick maples, and abundant wildlife and flora. The radioactive fallout they received from the bombings in the US did mutate animals and plants in their lands however, creating Wampus Mountain Lions, "Mega" Moose, Cactus Prairie Dogs, and more.
The vast majority of Canada also lacks a heavy amount of infrastructure due to the large amounts of wilderness and the deterioration of pre-war rounds and utilities. As a result traveling through Canada can be very dangerous to outsiders as the temperatures, creatures, plants, and terrain can make for a treacherous journey.
Natives and those trading with them have few issues with the land however as once you grow accustom to it the land isn't that dangerous.
The Confederate Tribe's territory stretches from one side of Canada to the other with only southern Ontario being left alone due to it's alarmingly close proximity to the US and dangerous raiders.
At the moment a lot of the populace is spread out across the territories with the main concentrations being in Prince Rupert, Edmonton, Northside, Winnipeg, Thunder Bay, and Quebec City. While they technically control all of Canada they only project force in certain areas along roads connecting the tribes and the outlying borders of their lands leaving many areas untouched. However their reach grows by the day and one day their lands will entirely be their own.
- *British Columbia
- *Alberta
- *Saskatchewan
- *Manitoba
- *Most of Ontario
- *Quebec
History:
Before the Great War the nation of Canada was a peaceful, non nuclear country bordering the United States of America. Though they were much less advanced than their burgeoning, jingoist neighbor Canada saw a degree of peace. Even during the massive resource shortages at the time Canada maintained a large degree of stability and sought renewable means of solving their energy problems.
However the invasion of Alaska by the Chinese prompted the United States to invade Canada to secure supply lines and to ensure the ‘security’ of their nation. Since Canada was a non-nuclear nation at the time the US was able to do so without retaliation. Though Canada’s military put up a brave fight they were no match against the US military which was bloated, fat beast funded by half the opposing nation’s national income.
During its annexation countless Canadian citizens were massacred, executed on their knees with almost jovial casualness by the occupation forces. Thousands of people were put into internment camps and brutalized in horrid and unspeakable ways. Though a resistance movement formed it seemed almost in vain, as the energy weapon and power armor equipped US troops out gunned and armored them.
Then the unthinkable happened.
The world ended.
Nuclear bombs dropped across the US and countless places across the planet. Panic, mayhem, and countless destruction ensued. However Canada was spared as no one factored the non-nuclear nation into their bombing plans. Though they got plenty of fallout from the massive bombings in the US, the radioactivity and destruction in Canada was barely anything compared to the states.
Some of the US occupation troops tried to flee back to the states, but most stayed figuring Canada was the last place they could survive at. However the Canadian’s hatred didn’t go away and the dropping of the bombs only intensified it. For a time the troops managed to remain in control, but where they rapidly began to deplete the resources of their high tech weapons the Canadian’s constantly gained more and more violent vigor.
Eventually the internment camps and occupied towns exploded into violent, murderous riots that overran the troops. US soldiers were beaten, hung, crucified, disemboweled, and even castrated by the enraged populace. Power Armor troopers saw the worst of it and were killed and brutalized in especially heinous ways. One popular method had people trap the wearer inside a de-powered suit of power armor, pour flammable liquid down into the cracks of the armored suit, and light a match. Cooking the wearers alive inside their own armor.
The vast majority of the occupation troops and Canadian collaborators were slaughtered and those that survived escaped into the wilderness, eventually turning into brain dead bandits and giving birth to generations of Canadian Raiders.
With the violence done the Canadians were left figuring out what to do. Some struggled in the more urbanized area to rebuild civilization where many traveled out into the largely untouched wilderness to begin anew.
Years passed and the vast majority of Canadians formed tribes and began living off the land. Though they forgot many things they retained their history, keeping records and passing along verbal accounts of the horrors the US unleashed upon them.
Eventually though as the years clicked on, Canada began to change. Vaults built in Canada during the occupation began to open up and foreign visitors began to appear in their lands. Explorers, criminals, scavengers, and more all seemingly from the South...
Word spread amongst the tribe and everyone feared the worst.
America had survived.
The great beast that rent the world with fire still breathed, and those who lived within its wretched lands now pressed into their territory. Traveling far the chiefs of each tribe met in 2190 and discussed what to do. It was eventually decided that their tribes would unify into a Confederacy like their ancestors had before the coming of the bright fire.
From that day forward the tribes joined hands and slowly worked to regain what they had lost. They pushed into long abandoned urban areas, exploring far and wide for knowledge. Slowly they began to learn, becoming more literate, more knowledgeable, and more dangerous.
As of 2290 the Confederate Tribes of Canada is on it's way to becoming a proper nation. Though they have slowly become more ‘civilized’ they remain people of the wilderness at heart and have retained the powerful passions and elements of their tribal cultures that served to push them this far.
Word of activity along the borders, men in metal armor, whispers of horrid cults, and worse have pushed the Confederate Tribes into accelerating their progress. Believing it will soon be time to exact revenge on the Flag Bearers, the remnants of the US Army and Government that still perpetuate the evil of the 'great dead beast' of America...Population:
Due to the large and supportive stretches of wilderness in Canada the populate of the Confederate tribes evens out around 900,000. The vast majority are humans, with some ghouls and the very rare migrated super mutant mixed in. Amongst their population are local mutants called the "Horned".
During the annexation of Canada the US took the opportunity to test a number of biological weapons on the populace. One of which had strange side effects after the exposure to fallout radiation and the consumption of mutated game meat by the after war populace.
People effected by the substance developed stronger skeletons with bone and keratin structures gradually growing from their heads. They looked like small, branching elk or moose horns, earning them the name "The Horned Ones". Beyond their horns they show little to no mutations or deformities allowing them to go unnoticed as their horns are often mistaken for tribal head wear.Government/Domestic Politics:
The Confederate Tribes of Canada are lead by a group of chiefs made up of representatives from the six tribes of the land. One chief from each tribe forms the group with a single one amongst them being elected "Prime Chief" every 8 years. The Prime Chief makes important decisions regarding war, peace, and the progress of their people.
Though the Prime Chief holds the most say, he requires support from a winning portion of the other Chiefs to take action. Any decrees or plans put in motion by the Union of Chiefs are enforced by local rulers and carried out by warriors, wisemen, and Tribe researchers.
Though crude by American standards the system works quite well and so far has allowed even representation and proper leadership amongst the tribes.Notable People:
Chief Rendrun: 38 years old and current Prime Chief. As a young man he was an explorer and ventured to many different places, east, west, north, and south. Returning home he was left wise and changed by his experiences. He now leaders Canada on a campaign of progress, with particular interest in research, manufacturing, and growing their infant economy.
He is a hands on leader, showing up in battle and showing up to important matters. A distinctive element of his outfit is a shoulder pauldron made from a suit of T-45 power armor that he took off a foreigner he killed in single combat.
Explorer Lendcetter: 19 years old and Chief Rendrun's personal explorer, scout, and warrior. Though young and the daughter of Rendrun, Lend is a bright, curious, and experienced young women who shows surprising capability on the field of battle. She goes where Rendrun cannot and represents him when he has other matters to attend too. She is a "Horned One" but files down her horns and typically hides them in her hair.
Wiseman Hospicer: 108 years old, advisor to Chief Rendrun and personal Wiseman. He is a Ghoul who is also a "Horned One" leaving him looking rather frightening with gaunt, broken, corpse like flesh and two curling horns sticking up out the top of his head. Due to personal reasons he remains in bandages looking like a mummy most days wrapped head to toe.
Despite his appearance and age he's quite spry and incredibly intelligent, with an excellent memory and an aggressive desire to learn. He is essentially the head researcher for the tribes and often travels with Lend and Rendrun on important matters, especially those regarding technology.Military:
The fighting men and women of the tribes of Canada are not soldiers. In their eyes soldiers are puppets. Men who throw away their souls and blindly follow orders to hurt and slaughter others at the behest of aging, idiotic leaders. That is why they are not soldiers. They are warriors.
Soldiers fight because they are told to, Warriors fight because they choose to.
Canada’s fighting force is just 10,000 strong with roughly 5000 others able to join the fight if needed.
They are trained and conditioned through trials and rituals that leave them proficient in melee combat (knives, unarmed, macuahuitl) and ranged weapons (guns, bows, crossbows, slings, crude grenade weapons). Abandoning 'modern' military training methods the Canadian Warriors have devised their own means of preparing their men and women for combat. Leaving them somewhat cruder and "undisciplined" in the eyes of most militaries, but immensely flexible with stronger wills and better individual decision making then those broken by military dogma.
All Canadians, thanks to their wild birthplace, are talented and well versed in the arts of Survival. Though they are acclimated more towards colder weathers they are adaptable people able to wrestle the wilderness of the most inhospitable of places.
Weapon wise the Warriors of the Confederacy are somewhat somewhat limited. They use anything they can make themselves, clubs, spears, bows, crossbows, blow guns, macuahuitl swords shaped like hockey sticks are popular, and whatever firearms, ammunition, and grenade weapons they can scrounge up or make by hand. Supplementing this warriors often used tamed, specifically trained animals from the Canadian wilderness in their battles. Attack birds, dogs, wampus cats, mega moose, and other creatures prove valuable resources in their fights.
Though lacking in technology the Canadians are very self aware of their lack of technical firepower. Since their foundings however they have taken preparations, examining ‘ancient’ suits of power armor and working to understand the weaknesses and limitations of the horrid weapons once used against them. Ensuring that even if faced with a superior foe, they will have a way to fight.
Their forces are highly mobile, versed in guerrilla warfare, excel in ambushes, and are given explicit training on how to take down men in powered armor.
Economy:
The Economy of the Confederacy is very, very weak. They lack a standard currency and largely rely on bartering for the exchange of goods and services. Their reluctance to use bottle caps comes from their fear of being weaker for accepting America's means instead of achieving their own. Though they are considering trying to begin using Pull Tabs (from the tops of soda cans) as currency they are hitting roadblocks due to their limited knowledge of economics.Culture and Technology:
Years of living in the wilderness has turned the Canadians into a curious, earthen people. Though they are now driven by a desire for progress, advancement, and eventual revenge against the US remnants, their tribal lifestyle is still visible in many aspects of their life.
Though many have been moving into urban areas and repairing them, many more still live out in the wilds handling animals, hunting, growing crops, fishing, and doing woodwork. Since the opening of the Canadian Vaults all tribes are literate and somewhat educated, yet still have a fondness for rituals, dances, homemade remedies, wards against spirits, and exploring.
While their is a devout sense of unity and respect amongst the tribes, there is still a proud warrior culture amongst the Canadians. Though fighting amongst the tribes ceased after the unification and formation of the Confederacy, the warriors of different tribes still remained competitive. Honing their skills and knowledge of war against raiders, bandits, and madmen who pressed into their territories.
Even now with more civilized Canadians and Confederate warriors, collecting scalps is viewed as perfectly acceptable.
In regards to technology Canada had little of note. While they were technically equal to America in the conventional fields of science and technology (medicine, computing, robotics, metallurgy, manufacturing, est) they lacked their more marvelous breakthroughs such as power armor, advanced combat robots, and the more cutting edge energy weapons.
They did however have technology of their own with civilian and police use robots of their own design and some advanced computer tech. The most striking of which was the "Sinclair Wrist Mainframe" which was a portable computer that could fit on one's arm much like a Pipboy. It had a smaller screen, but a full tiny rubber keyboard making it better suited for more complex work on the go.
The Canadian military was armed with largely conventional weapons but did import a small number of railguns and plasma weapons from Germany before their annexation by the United States.
After the bombs fell Canada largely fell into tribal lifestyle, neglecting urban areas and largely forgetting about many facets of modern technology.Over the past 100 years they’ve slowly been regaining their knowledge and are now perfectly literate, with a good grasp of many modern concepts regarding science, literature, and history.
They are incredibly hungry to learn more and have a wealth of researchers call "Wisemen" who are eager to grow the knowledge of their people. The tribes are fully away of how being technologically inferior makes them vulnerable and do not wish the paste of their people to repeat itself...Religion:
Though they have no single official religion many Canadians are still highly spiritual, practicing various forms of animism and worshiping spirits local to their tribes. Religious disputes are fairly rare and for the most part the Canadians practice a large degree of religious tolerance save for the rare instance of particularly meaningful rituals being slandered.
However that tolerance largely relates to local religions and are immensely intolerant of foreign religions. Missionaries believed to have originated in the US are often turned away, with the stubborn ones beaten and the ones who refuse to leave killed (though are given warning and plenty of chances to leave.)
Okay bring your population down a bit and you're ready to post.
Note to all Nations, you all can slowly bump up your numbers eventually, as better healthcare, agriculture and technology allow more people to live longer and new children to be born. Nothing crazy but a small percent every year perhaps around ten percent or less of your current pop, also if you want to shrink a bit due to famine and or disease you are more than welcome to go through those plot lines as well to add some interesting elements. Course if you want to grow you'd need to write what you are doing to improve lives and keep yourselves out of wars as you'll lose more than you'd probably gain yearly.
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As a show of respect, I should inform you (and the rest of the games I’m in/directing) what’s going on in my life. The roommate whom I’ve been living with for the last five or so years had a mental breakdown Sunday Morning that was the result of a psychotic break and alcoholic influence that led him to crash his truck, threaten a guest with a knife, strike with girlfriend, and blame his everyone for his issues. He’s in custody right now (police transferred him to a psych ward) so I have to deal with the fallout as I am the owner of the “shared” household. In short, I have to get eviction papers in order. I hope everyone understands my inconsistent activity revolving around that fact. This does not excuse lack of posting beforehand, but I will be trying to post as soon as possible regardless. It may not be one of my better posts as a result.
Apologies,
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Apologies,
- Ink
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@Inkarnate Sorry about what happened to your roommate, hope he gets the help he needs and life returns to somewhat normal if that's possible. Real life takes priority so take the time you need.
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Life is straightening out. Might be able to kick off a Detroit post down the road apiece.
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The good thing about NRPS is that they're not going anywhere so there's always time to respond when you have time.
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Disappearing from large lengths of time still is unhealthy for NRPs, though. Thank god this group is communicative and accepting of such pacing.
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@Inkarnate Coolio, because the Cult is attacking you right now I think.
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The cult did indeed message me to inform me.
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And Andro claims the first post of the New Year for War. Let's hope there are more to come, I know I have a few plots I want to get done myself once I can get time.
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As I have been unable to find inspiration and drive (as well as any posts) since my last OOC post, I think I’m going to step down as Detroit. I was PM’d twiceover about someone taking over for me and while I love what I’ve built I don’t feel it would be right for me to hold up the roleplay any longer. I regret not coming to this conclusion sooner, but it is what it is. Maybe in another RP or down the line I can RP Fallout: Detroit once again but as far as it currently stands this is where I’m at. So, uh, consider this my resignation from the project and good luck and happy posting going forward!
In other words, to those taking over Detroit:
In other words, to those taking over Detroit:
Archetype Zero 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕺𝖓𝖊
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Hello everyone,
I am incredibly interested in this roleplay and would like to participate.
A quick question however, as I am not all too well versed in the setting.
Would it be feasible for a nation to arise which spans from Province town to Baltimore and furthermore Norfolk?
I am mostly worried if the area would perhaps be too heavily destroyed to give rise for a legitimate or sensible nation.
I am incredibly interested in this roleplay and would like to participate.
A quick question however, as I am not all too well versed in the setting.
Would it be feasible for a nation to arise which spans from Province town to Baltimore and furthermore Norfolk?
I am mostly worried if the area would perhaps be too heavily destroyed to give rise for a legitimate or sensible nation.
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I think after a four-month hiatus I can give this another shot.
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The Old Family
Territory:New York City and the surrounding land
History: Before the bombs fell the city of New York held seventeen million people. This meant vault-tec had plenty of people to experiment on. One such experiment was Vault 73 which held only criminals, some smart, some strong, some knew how to make drugs. Initially it was an all out action until the vault was dominated by several families like the old mobster days. Eventually in the year 2250, Godfather Lukas Redcliff of the Redcliff family, decided it was time to venture forth from the vault and begin rebuilding, when they opened up the door they were surprised to see the city was empty, either none of the vaults had made it or none had open their doors yet. In either case this was a great success for the vault dwellers. They had an entire city to themselves one that quickly became divided between 6 different families. With the center of the city a controlled by the ruling Redcliff Family. Over the next few years, more vaults opened and each family grew in strength yet the Redcliff remained the head. Eventually Lukas believed that there needed to be a civil government for outsiders to deal with and for those not in a family to believe they have a say. Soon the positions for city council and Mayor were created, and Lukas had left his legacy forever. However by the year 2264 Lukas had passed and his son was far weaker and reliant on chems to survive. Over the next few years the redcliff territory became ever smaller eventually being driven out of the city all together and a sliver of the territory being declared neutral ground where the remaining 5 families could negotiate. Without the Redcliffs to lead them the position of Godfather was forever vacant. Now in 2290 5 families attempt to gain control through whatever means necessary.
Population: 9,000
Government: The official leader of the city is the Mayor and city council, although each one is corrupt and answers to whichever family they came from, with the mayor belonging to the strongest at the time. Elections are held every 3 years or if one of the councilors or mayors have an accident then it’s held a week after the death, votes are counted by the 5 family heads in the neutral lands.
Notable People/Organizations:
The Jenson family is lead by Thomas Jenson he is the oldest godfather of the 5 family heads, being the old timer he runs his organization smoothly which has it’s pros and cons. He dables in each market and keeps the locals relatively satisfied but to the other families he is believed the weakest and only remains out of respect.
Joseph Russo, is the youngest of the 5 families he shows it too. Whenever in a room it always appears like he has to prove something, never the quiet one. He recently has made his family focus more on the chem trade. Even experimenting with new drugs.
The Salintines are what you would call the people pleasers. Led by Johnny Salintine his family has focused on casinos and other entertainment for locals and tourists.
Kalob Trestin is often the scariest of the leaders and his family focus on slavery. Because of this he has the largest network and the most contact with the surrounding lands. He isn’t one to underestimate or play with
The Perting family is the smallest of the 5 families and appeals mostly to the locals in anyway they can attempting to strive by, led by Randal Perting he has mostly become a puppet to Thomas trying to keep his family alive and kicking and not to become another Redcliff
Harold Jenning is the current mayor of the city and serves under thomas however never the most loyal he is always looking for more caps and influence.
The 5 city council spots are each controlled by a different family member.
Finally the Chief of the Police Force is Kasey Valid, a rough guy who answers to each of the bosses but is ruthless in dealing with locals and keeps the tourists in line.
The 5 city council spots are each controlled by a different family member.
Finally the Chief of the Police Force is Kasey Valid, a rough guy who answers to each of the bosses but is ruthless in dealing with locals and keeps the tourists in line.
Military: Each of the 5 families have varying degrees of men and weaponry. In total the strength of the city would be roughly 700 men. Each armed differently. However the city itself does maintain a police force which keep locals in line that numbers around 200.
Culture: The city as a whole is similar to that of the strip and Freeside it has the tensions of Freeside but the urban settings and shady deals of the strip. Each of the families value honor and culture differently but above all the neutral ground is sacred and Lukas Redcliff is the original gangster.
Technology: Technology is used as freely as anyone wants so as to attract outsides.
Religion: Religions is free as it was in the old days.
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Some great posts all around, guys. Keep 'em up. New Detroit should be on the horizon now that my neck is easing up.
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T H E 80 ´s
RIDING ONCE MORE, WRATHFUL AND FREE
History:
Population: 321
In the era before the bear and the bull, warriors could rule the wastes, and the greatest and fasted of all warriors, were the mighty 80s. Their roaring bikes, and the skill of their Mem-Bar Warriors became feared from coast to coast, as the tribe roamed the holy I80, allowing every single member to take the sacred trip, that would see them ride eternal along the great Highway of the stars, where they would join their ancestors in eternal glory and speed.
But the times changed, as the warrior was replaced by the soldier, and the 80s became surrounded by mighty nations. Legion, NCR and the Brotherhood. Soon, they no longer could dare the crossing from coat to cost, forced to remain on the western coast, constantly eying the mighty bear to the west, greedy and hungry for new land. Yet, the wise hunter bids his time, and awaits the right moment to strike. The 80s had learned from the fate of the Scorpions and Jackals, and would not join them in oblivion!
It was in the year 2273, when mighty Thunderbird took the control of the 80s, after killing his brother and uncle in single combat, in the sacred tradition of the one-mile-duel. Gathering the road captains behind him, all remaining chapters submitted to the new Warchief, who would ride along the I80, thousands of roaring bikes behind him. His horde roamed with him, raiding the distracted NCR, the Mormons and the tribes of the wastes alike. Plans were made, for a great push into the land of the Mid-West brotherhood, yet these plans would be halted, once the great war of the Bear and the Bull began.
Picking no side, Thunderbird unleashed a campagin of reconquest onto the weakened NCR, counting that the onslaught of the Legion and Brotherhood would finally break their back. Yet little did he knew, that the moment the peace was signed, a beaten and hateful nation, would focus down its wrath onto the raiders that had tormented it, while it was down. Under the leadership of Cassandra Moore, wounded, yet still able to lead, the 80s great horde was crushed between Winnemucca and Battle-Mountain.
Just like the Legion had adapted the tactics of old, the NCR had learned how to fight the mobile warriors of the 80s, by using terrain, barricades and infantry in squares. Thunderbird himself, was dragged to Shady Sands, placed before a jury, and hanged with his fellow road-captains. Justice, the NCR called it, driving the 80s out once and for all, into the rough and inhospitable land of the Great Basin Desert.
Left without leadership, the remnants quickly fractured, as the more powerful nations around them, easily could defend themselves against their raids. Some bend the knee for the great Khan, while others turned into petty raiders. Once proud Road-Captains, now lead their chapters as mercenaries for scraps, trying to carve out a living in the inhospitable wastes. In their most desperate hour, the 80s turned against themselves for water, food and gasoline.
In this dark hour, like straight out of an tale of old, a hero arrived, riding the red bike of war, like old Thunderbird had. Claiming to have followed the I80 from ocean to ocean, he proclaimed himself as Thunderfoot, heir of Thunderbird and rightful ruler of the 80s. No Road-Captain respected his claim as Warchief, yet the outcasts of the remnants quickly rallied around him, and soon, he would call in his claim with blood.
Or so it is told...
But the times changed, as the warrior was replaced by the soldier, and the 80s became surrounded by mighty nations. Legion, NCR and the Brotherhood. Soon, they no longer could dare the crossing from coat to cost, forced to remain on the western coast, constantly eying the mighty bear to the west, greedy and hungry for new land. Yet, the wise hunter bids his time, and awaits the right moment to strike. The 80s had learned from the fate of the Scorpions and Jackals, and would not join them in oblivion!
It was in the year 2273, when mighty Thunderbird took the control of the 80s, after killing his brother and uncle in single combat, in the sacred tradition of the one-mile-duel. Gathering the road captains behind him, all remaining chapters submitted to the new Warchief, who would ride along the I80, thousands of roaring bikes behind him. His horde roamed with him, raiding the distracted NCR, the Mormons and the tribes of the wastes alike. Plans were made, for a great push into the land of the Mid-West brotherhood, yet these plans would be halted, once the great war of the Bear and the Bull began.
Picking no side, Thunderbird unleashed a campagin of reconquest onto the weakened NCR, counting that the onslaught of the Legion and Brotherhood would finally break their back. Yet little did he knew, that the moment the peace was signed, a beaten and hateful nation, would focus down its wrath onto the raiders that had tormented it, while it was down. Under the leadership of Cassandra Moore, wounded, yet still able to lead, the 80s great horde was crushed between Winnemucca and Battle-Mountain.
Just like the Legion had adapted the tactics of old, the NCR had learned how to fight the mobile warriors of the 80s, by using terrain, barricades and infantry in squares. Thunderbird himself, was dragged to Shady Sands, placed before a jury, and hanged with his fellow road-captains. Justice, the NCR called it, driving the 80s out once and for all, into the rough and inhospitable land of the Great Basin Desert.
Left without leadership, the remnants quickly fractured, as the more powerful nations around them, easily could defend themselves against their raids. Some bend the knee for the great Khan, while others turned into petty raiders. Once proud Road-Captains, now lead their chapters as mercenaries for scraps, trying to carve out a living in the inhospitable wastes. In their most desperate hour, the 80s turned against themselves for water, food and gasoline.
In this dark hour, like straight out of an tale of old, a hero arrived, riding the red bike of war, like old Thunderbird had. Claiming to have followed the I80 from ocean to ocean, he proclaimed himself as Thunderfoot, heir of Thunderbird and rightful ruler of the 80s. No Road-Captain respected his claim as Warchief, yet the outcasts of the remnants quickly rallied around him, and soon, he would call in his claim with blood.
Or so it is told...
Population: 321
With the days of Thunderbirds great horde long numbered, the 80s are now fractured in dozens of Chapters, spread all along the I80, east of the NCR border. While the stronger ones have turned to mercenary work for both the Khan and Vegas, the majority tries to scrap a living off petty raiding, scavenging and trading along the great I80.
Thunderfoot, Thunderbirds last living son, has gathered his own band west of the great salt lake, seeking to restore the old glory of the 80s, and unite the shattered chapters. Time will tell, what will happen...
Thunderfoot, Thunderbirds last living son, has gathered his own band west of the great salt lake, seeking to restore the old glory of the 80s, and unite the shattered chapters. Time will tell, what will happen...
-Thunderfoot: The rightful Ruler of the 80s
Military:
The equipment of the 80s Warriors varies greaty, depending on Chapter and availability, yet a few things are always relativly similar. Mem-Bar warriors will ALWAYS ride a true war-bike, build on an pre-war engine and covered in trophies. Should it be destroyed or taken in battle, an Mem-Bar will go to great lengths, trying to recover it, for his honor will depend on it. Warbikes are often decorated with Spikes and sickles, both for intimidation and combat purpose.
Scrap-bikes, are crude copies of the mighty war-bikes, build from scavenged material by the prospects, who use them in combat. Crude and unreliable, they are still highly sought after, for the speed advantage they provide to a warrior.
One weapon, all 80s will carry, is their famous war clubs. While not single one looks alike, their bite is terrible, and the 80s have perfected the art of an attack during full speed on a bike. Skulls and bones easily break and shatter under their crushing blows. Made from dry wood, bones, scrap and countless other things, they are also make for rather excellent collectors items.
The last true 80s
Every member of the 80s is a warrior. If he is not able to ride and fight, he is not an 80. But only the true Mem-Bar warriors call a 80s warbike their own. The majority are young Prospects, inexperienced warriors, who either own no bike, or drive a scrap-roarer, a cheap imitation of a true warbike driven by the Mem-Bar warriors. They are mocked for having to either ride on cars, trucks or even run on foot like walkers.
With the warrior culture embedded into the very being of the 80s, being a warrior is not a choice, but a destiny for every son (and rarely daughter) born into the 80s, with only the path of the engine-whisperer, Oil-Shaman and Blood-Mechanic seens as equally honorable.
With the warrior culture embedded into the very being of the 80s, being a warrior is not a choice, but a destiny for every son (and rarely daughter) born into the 80s, with only the path of the engine-whisperer, Oil-Shaman and Blood-Mechanic seens as equally honorable.
Rare female Mem-Bar warrior, carrying a thunder-pump
The equipment of the 80s Warriors varies greaty, depending on Chapter and availability, yet a few things are always relativly similar. Mem-Bar warriors will ALWAYS ride a true war-bike, build on an pre-war engine and covered in trophies. Should it be destroyed or taken in battle, an Mem-Bar will go to great lengths, trying to recover it, for his honor will depend on it. Warbikes are often decorated with Spikes and sickles, both for intimidation and combat purpose.
Scrap-bikes, are crude copies of the mighty war-bikes, build from scavenged material by the prospects, who use them in combat. Crude and unreliable, they are still highly sought after, for the speed advantage they provide to a warrior.
One weapon, all 80s will carry, is their famous war clubs. While not single one looks alike, their bite is terrible, and the 80s have perfected the art of an attack during full speed on a bike. Skulls and bones easily break and shatter under their crushing blows. Made from dry wood, bones, scrap and countless other things, they are also make for rather excellent collectors items.
The 80s economy is based around slavery and raiding, as it has been since the earliest records of the oil-Shamans. Yet with the great defeat of Thunderbird, many chapters have taken up to mercenary work, bowing before new masters who provide for them, most famous of them, the Great Khan.
Yet, trade still exists, as the 80s are scavengers and mechanics, that with the tools and options provided, are second to none, in repairing and restoring vehicles and bikes. The rebuilding of such a machine is a sacred act in the eyes of the 80s, and they seldom sell them, yet are quite often willing to trade spare parts and other "useless tech", as well as slaves, for water, ammunition, guns and gasoline.
Yet, trade still exists, as the 80s are scavengers and mechanics, that with the tools and options provided, are second to none, in repairing and restoring vehicles and bikes. The rebuilding of such a machine is a sacred act in the eyes of the 80s, and they seldom sell them, yet are quite often willing to trade spare parts and other "useless tech", as well as slaves, for water, ammunition, guns and gasoline.
The culture of the 80s is dating back before the great war, even if not a single 80 alive is aware of this fact, and only the handful people having been there before the great war, can remember the biker-gangs that would found them one day, suriving the apocalypse and thriving in the lawless world. Chief among them, was the native-american gang of the "80s Braves".
The 80s are a patriarchal culture, in which a womens place is to raise children and remain in the camp. Yet, rarely a women of particular skill, either from the insides of the 80s or the outside, is allowed to become a Prospect on the Road-Captains express order, and a handful cases have been known for a woman to claim the title of Mem-Bar warrior.
Slavery is common in the 80s, who call them "Walkers", forcing them to carry the supplies of the Chapter and scavenge during the march. Yet, killing a slave without a reason is a punishable offense inside the 80s, and needless abuse is frowned upon as dishonorable. The taking of concubines on the other hand, is seen as a normal, if encouraged practice. All children born from slaves are free, and raised as 80s in their own right.
The 80s are a patriarchal culture, in which a womens place is to raise children and remain in the camp. Yet, rarely a women of particular skill, either from the insides of the 80s or the outside, is allowed to become a Prospect on the Road-Captains express order, and a handful cases have been known for a woman to claim the title of Mem-Bar warrior.
Slavery is common in the 80s, who call them "Walkers", forcing them to carry the supplies of the Chapter and scavenge during the march. Yet, killing a slave without a reason is a punishable offense inside the 80s, and needless abuse is frowned upon as dishonorable. The taking of concubines on the other hand, is seen as a normal, if encouraged practice. All children born from slaves are free, and raised as 80s in their own right.
The 80s worship the Interstate 80 as the mirror of the great Highway in the sky, on which all their ancestors ride in endless union. Prayers are to be made on asphalt and the signs of the I80 are of great significance for the 80s. True member Warriors wear the Blue-White symbol, while Prospects are only allowed to wear the green symbol. Mostly worn on the back or the chest, to remove it, is a sign of great dishonor or submission, while giving another member the sign, is seen as an act of brotherhood.
The faith is overseen by oil-Shamans, named for the flasks of motor-oil they carry around and regularly drink to introduce visions from the great highway above. Blessing the bikes and other vehicles, the engine is seens as an mirror of the human heart, and as such given great importance in the faith of the great I80.
Sacrifices are made to the I80 by dragging people on chains behind a bike, or hanging them from the great metal constructions that cover the holy I80.
The faith is overseen by oil-Shamans, named for the flasks of motor-oil they carry around and regularly drink to introduce visions from the great highway above. Blessing the bikes and other vehicles, the engine is seens as an mirror of the human heart, and as such given great importance in the faith of the great I80.
Sacrifices are made to the I80 by dragging people on chains behind a bike, or hanging them from the great metal constructions that cover the holy I80.
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Andronicus23 Rogue Courser
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8 days ago
To whoever was the random idiot who vandalized the map: screw you we had a backup for exactly this reason.
Who're the players of this RP, their nations, and what has happened since the beginning? I might want to join.
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