[OOC] A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

[Letter Bee]

@Letter Bee approved

@2sky11

Waiting for inspiration; perhaps someone can help me with a collab post tomorrow?

[Kouropalates]

Name: Adam 'Trails' Wilford

Age: 42

Race/Gender: Caucasian/ Male

Brief physical description: Slight age in his face, greying brown hair and a rough beard with a little grey in his beard. Wears his worn trader's clothes with its many pockets and restitched pouches. He also wears jeans worn with age use and a hip holster where he keeps his 10mm. He wears worn leather boots that have borne him from all over the country.

Clothing/Armor/Weapons: He basically wears these clothes from the game and a bulletproof vest underneath the jacket for protection as well as a knee brace on his right knee for shooting situations. On his back is an old M40 Sniper Rifle on his back for long range engagements.

Brief Background: Born in rural Mississippi, his life in the Apocalypse wasn't exciting or scary. He helped raise the chickens, the Brahmin and grew fruit on the farm like his dad, his grandfather before him. At the age of 18, he realized he needed to see the world and spoke of his dreams to his family. Instead of fighting it, his father smiled and went in the house, bringing his prized joy, the family heirloom; an M40 Sniper Rifle from some long dead ancestor. His father also offered him one Brahmin to trade for goods. On the road however, Adam learned his Brahmin, which he'd named Bessie, was far more use as a pack-mule than trading her. He spent the next 30+ years of his life traveling up and down the South, over and below the old Mason-Dixon line and eventually found his way to D.C. and, finally, to Boston. Eventually, the trails of the Old World brought him to Salem. It was a quiet enough town, good enough to settle in, sell his wares and live a settled life with Bessie, his rifle and his old country music Holotapes.

[2sky11]

@Kouropalates approved

[Letter Bee]

Hey, sorry about this, but I may have to quit; a combination of lack of inspiration and having 5 - 6 other RPs.

[Stitches]

Certainly interested; I'll start working on a CS now.

[f8lcobra]

Good to hear Stitches, look forward ti seeing what you come up with.

[Stitches]

Summer

Name: Summer

Age: 28

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Skills: Science, First Aid, Mechanics, Traps, Energy Weapons, Survival

Personality:

Summer is one of the less savoury characters you’re likely to meet in the wastelands. She’s cynical of everything and as stubborn as a mule, with a sharp tongue to match her short temper. Her sass has gotten her into several bad situations in the past and her headstrong nature borders on the reckless sometimes. For a medic, Summer shows a shocking disregard for human life and can be very judgmental. She dislikes ghouls, does not view a synth as a person and wouldn’t even acknowledge a super mutant unless she has to.

The main reason people tend to put up with her vile attitude is because of her brains. Summer is incredibly well educated for a Wastelander with a passion for technology that encourages her to invent and experiment. Her personality seeps into her research methods, picking dangerous and immoral tests for the most effective results with little regard for the consequences - unless they’d affect her personally. The same goes for her skills as a medic - her bedside manners are disgusting, yet her capabilities make treatment worth it.

Appearance: Summer is a little shorter than average, a meagre frame with enough muscle to get by in the wastes but remain somewhat on the bottom of the food chain. Her face is gaunt; a pair of dark almond-shaped eyes typically squinted with distaste, a distinguishable jaw, and sharp, thin lips. These features are decorated with curly maroon hair cut neatly into a short enough hairstyle to keep it out of her face. Her body has a scattering of scars and burns that she has accumulated throughout her life. She cannot escape the grime and sweat of a wastelander but clearly puts pride in her appearance.

Weapons and Clothing Reference

Summer carries an Institute laser rifle that's been altered to use multiple cells consecutively instead of having to carry several on her person all the time. She also has a simple pistol, a switchblade, and a small assortment of pulse mines, fragmentation grenades and ammunition.

(Previous) Occupation(s): BOS Mechanic/Field Medic

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory
Summer grew up in Diamond City as one of the younger siblings of a very large and rather impoverished family. Bullied by the older siblings and ignored by the younger ones, Summer became introverted and a bit of a bookworm once she was taught how to read and write. There aren’t many picture books and novels in the wastelands so she had to make-do with old textbooks and instruction manuals, alongside faded comics, tattered bibles and terminal entries. Just like any other reading enthusiast, Summer had her favourite genre; the sciences were fascinating to the young girl. She had a morbid curiosity towards the human body in particular.

When she became old enough to work, she found a job at the radio station repairing old equipment. This occupation eventually lead her to repairing her own radios and trying out frequencies at home where she discovered the Brotherhood of Steel. Desperate to make a few extra caps and escape the high walls of Diamond City, Summer figured out how to enrol during her teenage years.

The physical training was brutal and merciless but by some small miracle Summer managed it. She would never be as strong as a soldier so she flitted between being a mechanic and a field medic, often an apprentice shadowing one of the fully qualified staff until she knew exactly what she was doing. It was her first true experience of the wasteland and it was gory, cruel and unforgiving. The timid bookworm had hardened into a pessimistic and short-tempered youth. Mistakes tempered her recklessness and reason struggled to overcome the issues that came with an extended lack of socialisation during her childhood.

Summer improved on the psychological front during her stay with the Brotherhood but after an incident that Summer still refuses to mention, she was discharged from duty and kicked out into the wastes. From there she flitted aimlessly from mercenary work to helping around various settlements in exchange for caps. She even hung out with raiders once or twice. Her behaviour made it difficult for her to settle down in one place for too long, but the varied experiences added to her wealth of knowledge and kept her skills up to date. As far as anyone knows right now, she has spent the last few months travelling with a child of atom.

There we go, I hope you like her!

[Prizrak]

Thomas Kater

Thomas Kater

Gender: Male

Real Age: 37

Age Appearance: Appears to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s

Birth-date: October 7th, 2253

Birthplace: Bonnie Claire, Nevada

Personal Evaluation

Occupation: Mercenary

Work Ethic: Tom is a hard working man but very rarely does anything without the proper motivation. He needs to either believe in what he’s doing or be getting paid enough to believe in it. Although once put on a task Tom is hard to dissuade from completing it.

Experience: Rode with a gang of cattle rustlers and raiders in his early years. Spent time incarcerated in an NCR labour camp before escaping. Served with Eliza Weaver and her Rough Riders after escaping NCR custody. Tom is a damn fine rustler. He can shoot just as well as a trained soldier, survive off the land, bullshit his way out of a confrontation, and fight his way out one if he fails.

Organizations/Affiliations: Formerly affiliated with the Rough Riders, he parted ways with the mercenaries and went freelance.

Preferred Weapons: Colt .45 Single Action Army, although Tom has a better shot with a rifle.

Habits and Mannerisms:

Medical Evaluation

Ethnicity: American/Caucasian

Blood Type:

Preferred Hand: Right Handed

Eye Color: Light blue

Hair Color: Dark brown

Hairstyle: Trimmed short and well kept.

Facial Hair: Clean shaven with only the occasional scruff.

Skin Tone: Pale white with some tanning.

Complexion:

Body Type: Mesomorph

Build: Strong athletic body type, muscular build, well-developed shoulders and slim hips.

Height: 5’11” (180cm)

Weight: 153 lbs (69kg)

Shoe Size: 10

Birthmarks/scars:

Energy: Not nearly as motivated as he could be. Tom has enough energy, and is in good enough shape that he doesn’t get worn out very easily and can work harder and longer than most people. Although he would much rather spend most of his time relaxing. Either reading, writing, or playing guitar.

Senses: Tom is pretty good at reading people’s body language and adapting his personality to better the situation. He’s also gotten very good at sensing trouble, whether it’s an actual skill of his or just dumb luck has yet to be determined but he swears by his gut.

Addictions: Regularly smokes cigarettes, rarely drinks alcohol.

Mental Disorders: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Insomnia.

Attitude: Calm, and reserved Tom isn’t normally the one to start trouble. He keeps to himself when he can but has no problem making new friends or sharing a drink with a stranger.

Biographical Summary

Tom was orphaned as an infant having lost both of his parents to tuberculosis. A local mission took him in and raised him until he was a teenager. At that point Tom had become restless and developed one hell of a mean streak. He wanted to get out and explore the world, he was tired of staying within the confounds of the mission. So the missionaries let him leave, once he left Tom quickly fell into trouble. Deciding that the best way to earn his fame and fortunes was behind the barrel of a gun. Young and reckless Tom took to the lifestyle of a desperado pretty quickly.

He rode with a gang for the greater part of his teenage years, causing havoc for the local citizens of the NCR and independent ranchers. Eventually his gang was caught. Most of them were hung while some of them like Tom were thrown into a chain-gang building the railroad for the NCR. He was to work in the gangs until he died and for a few years he thought that’s what his fate was, until word got around that a band of mercenaries called the Rough Riders were raising hell in the southwest. Tom didn’t know much about them besides what he heard in stories from the other convicts but he knew enough to know that he wanted a piece of the action.

Over the next few months Tom and a few other convicts plotted their escape. Under the cover of a riot Tom slipped out and headed into the desert. He didn’t know where he was going or how he would get there but he was going to find the Rough Riders. Eventually he bumped into Eliza pouring enough booze down her throat to embalm her whole body. At the time he didn’t know who she was, to him she just seemed like a woman who had found some hard times. He drank with her, and gave her someone to talk to. The poor woman was wasted and she spilled some of the horrible things that had happened to her onto Tom. He immediately felt sympathy for her, and when she told him who she was Tom’s desire to join the Rough Riders was galvanized. There was something about Eliza that he couldn’t resist, she was beautiful and Tom definitely wouldn’t turn down a night or two with her but there was something more about her. He couldn’t pin down what it was but he couldn’t escape it.

Eliza was more than willing to let him join the Rough Riders but he had to go through the rigorous entry process just like everyone else. It was much more difficult than Tom ever could have imagined and he learned right quick that these weren’t your everyday cattle rustlers. If he completed his training he would be riding with professionals, men and women who were at their peak. At first Tom was afraid that he was getting into something that he wasn’t sure he wanted. After all he had only ever ridden with criminals and hustlers, people with no claim to fame but the amount of women they’ve raped and men they’ve killed. But the Rough Riders changed him, gave him something to strive for. He admired everyone that earned the title, and gave everything he had to earn it himself, and earn it he did. Tom was amazing, he didn’t quit, and he gave everything he had in his training and long after that while he rode with the Riders.

It was this dedication that drew Eliza’s interest in him. She seen a part of her in Tom, he was motivated, dedicated, and fiercely loyal. All of those quality's earned him a spot close to Eliza. At first Tom didn’t know how to react, to be so close to someone he admired meant everything to him and over the years he and Eliza grew close. Their relationship was never sexual, even though Tom wanted it to be. He knew that if it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t going to happen. So the two of them became very close, closer than anyone had ever gotten to Eliza. She seen him as family, and Tom seen her as family as well. It was this relationship that kept Tom close to Eliza. They served well together and Eliza enjoyed having someone so close to her that she could relate to. Unfortunately Tom parted ways with the Rough Riders, at some point he lost interest the lifestyle of a mercenary. He had no one he loved, and no place to call home. Tom had started to feel the need to settle down and build a life for himself before he couldn’t. So he took to freelance work to support himself and struck out into the wasteland looking for a life. Years had past and there was no sign of Tom settling down, he found out pretty quickly that he didn’t mix well with women. Just talking with one turned him into a bundle of nerves, so he had all but gave up on finding someone to spend the rest of his life with. Once he got word that Eliza Weaver and the Rough Riders had been wiped clean off the face of the earth Tom abandoned all plans of settling down. He refused to believe that they were all dead, so he took back to the lonesome trails of the wasteland. In search of the only woman he’d ever been close to.

[f8lcobra]

Summer

Name: Summer

Age: 28

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Skills: Science, First Aid, Mechanics, Traps, Energy Weapons, Survival

Personality:

Summer is one of the less savoury characters you’re likely to meet in the wastelands. She’s cynical of everything and as stubborn as a mule, with a sharp tongue to match her short temper. Her sass has gotten her into several bad situations in the past and her headstrong nature borders on the reckless sometimes. For a medic, Summer shows a shocking disregard for human life and can be very judgmental. She dislikes ghouls, does not view a synth as a person and wouldn’t even acknowledge a super mutant unless she has to.

The main reason people tend to put up with her vile attitude is because of her brains. Summer is incredibly well educated for a Wastelander with a passion for technology that encourages her to invent and experiment. Her personality seeps into her research methods, picking dangerous and immoral tests for the most effective results with little regard for the consequences - unless they’d affect her personally. The same goes for her skills as a medic - her bedside manners are disgusting, yet her capabilities make treatment worth it.

Appearance: Summer is a little shorter than average, a meagre frame with enough muscle to get by in the wastes but remain somewhat on the bottom of the food chain. Her face is gaunt; a pair of dark almond-shaped eyes typically squinted with distaste, a distinguishable jaw, and sharp, thin lips. These features are decorated with curly maroon hair cut neatly into a short enough hairstyle to keep it out of her face. Her body has a scattering of scars and burns that she has accumulated throughout her life. She cannot escape the grime and sweat of a wastelander but clearly puts pride in her appearance.

Weapons and Clothing Reference

Summer carries an Institute laser rifle that's been altered to use multiple cells consecutively instead of having to carry several on her person all the time. She also has a simple pistol, a switchblade, and a small assortment of pulse mines, fragmentation grenades and ammunition.

(Previous) Occupation(s): BOS Mechanic/Field Medic

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory
Summer grew up in Diamond City as one of the younger siblings of a very large and rather impoverished family. Bullied by the older siblings and ignored by the younger ones, Summer became introverted and a bit of a bookworm once she was taught how to read and write. There aren’t many picture books and novels in the wastelands so she had to make-do with old textbooks and instruction manuals, alongside faded comics, tattered bibles and terminal entries. Just like any other reading enthusiast, Summer had her favourite genre; the sciences were fascinating to the young girl. She had a morbid curiosity towards the human body in particular.

When she became old enough to work, she found a job at the radio station repairing old equipment. This occupation eventually lead her to repairing her own radios and trying out frequencies at home where she discovered the Brotherhood of Steel. Desperate to make a few extra caps and escape the high walls of Diamond City, Summer figured out how to enrol during her teenage years.

The physical training was brutal and merciless but by some small miracle Summer managed it. She would never be as strong as a soldier so she flitted between being a mechanic and a field medic, often an apprentice shadowing one of the fully qualified staff until she knew exactly what she was doing. It was her first true experience of the wasteland and it was gory, cruel and unforgiving. The timid bookworm had hardened into a pessimistic and short-tempered youth. Mistakes tempered her recklessness and reason struggled to overcome the issues that came with an extended lack of socialisation during her childhood.

Summer improved on the psychological front during her stay with the Brotherhood but after an incident that Summer still refuses to mention, she was discharged from duty and kicked out into the wastes. From there she flitted aimlessly from mercenary work to helping around various settlements in exchange for caps. She even hung out with raiders once or twice. Her behaviour made it difficult for her to settle down in one place for too long, but the varied experiences added to her wealth of knowledge and kept her skills up to date. As far as anyone knows right now, she has spent the last few months travelling with a child of atom.

There we go, I hope you like her!

@Stitches

Approved, welcome

[f8lcobra]

Prizrak, this is what you sent me yesterday right? I'm good with it.

[Prizrak]

Prizrak, this is what you sent me yesterday right? I'm good with it.

@f8lcobra

I just tweaked a few things in regards to his past, but yes it's the same sheet.

[f8lcobra]

Here is the link to our Discord channel
discord.gg/WQdzh6

[tundrafrog1124]

Sorry about the delay in posting, was on vacation

[tundrafrog1124]

Sorry about the delay in posting, was on vacation

[2sky11]

@tundrafrog1124that's alright. See cobra's above post it includes link to our discord channel

[Crimson Paladin]

Sorry about the delay in posting, was on vacation

@tundrafrog1124

Good to see you back. I'll try to post more promptly in the future.

[2sky11]

@Kouropalatesa lot would advise against running into a shack with a slumbering super mutant

[Kouropalates]

@Kouropalatesa lot would advise against running into a shack with a slumbering super mutant

@2sky11

Hahaha, well, my character is quite an impulsive type. Plus, he's unfamiliar with them on a personal level, lol.

[2sky11]

@Kouropalates Yeah, well if he ever heads into downtown Boston, he may gain some experience. OR even southwest of Salem

[f8lcobra]

A boat sweet.