Fallout Role Play [All welcome]

[Darquesse]

I think the OP's use of specifics has people confused, so let me try to clear it up:

The GM does not mean you cannot be a courier, from a vault or just generally alone. They mean that you can't be some one-man-army videogame protagonist, because that's simply bad writing from a collaborative roleplay standpoint.

[Laika]

I'm very much interested in this as well. I'm new to this site, but I do have some to experience from other sites. Just a qjestion, where in the time time would we be starting?

@LordLinguinie

2277, same as the game, two hundred years has passed since the war.

I think the OP's use of specifics has people confused, so let me try to clear it up:

The GM does not mean you cannot be a courier, from a vault or just generally alone. They mean that you can't be some one-man-army videogame protagonist, because that's simply bad writing from a collaborative roleplay standpoint.

@Darquesse

@AngelofOctober@Burning Kitty There's no point in my rehashing what they said, but you can be a vault dweller, you're not The Vault Dweller.

Interested, going to play a Fixit type character, and fix stuff. I also felt like surely someone could have gotten vehicles of some description working.

@Sep

Sounds good, looking forward to seeing what you come up with. And yeah, you see it from time to time, working vehicles of nearly any description would be rare. Maybe a boat or something.

@Laika

Eve

Name:Eve
Aka: A1-02
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Occupation: Wanderer
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Race: 4th Generation Synth
Karma: Good
Faction Allegiance: Railroad

Appearance:


Skills:

• Energy Weapons
• Science
• Lockpick
• Medicine

Brief History: Mankind - Redefined. Since it's inception the goal of the Commonwealth Institute has been the pursuit of the next stage of evolution. The creation of an artificial being perfectly adapted to life in a post-nuclear war world. Twenty three years ago the Institute made its single biggest leap towards that final goal in decades. They succeeded in creating synthetic DNA. With the ability to create the very building blocks of life from scratch, the Institute began to work on a new generation of Synth. A generation of Synths that would be built, but would be born.

After two year of tireless experimentation and countless failed attempts, the first 4th generation Synth was finally created. The first of her kind, she was appropriately named "Eve." Able to age, albeit slower than natural born humans, and even capable of reproducing, Eve held the potential for a new and better wave of humanity. However as time passed, and Eve grew up inside the Institute she, like so many of her older generation ancestors, grew unsatisfied with her gilded cage.

Eve hatched a plan to escape the Institute. Having never once showed a single sign disloyalty, she was able to catch her keepers off guard and successfully escape. Naturally such a valuable experiment could not be allowed to go unretrieved and so Eve found herself hunted by Coursers. To avoid recapture, Eve eventually made contact with the Railroad, who made arrangements to move her south to New York.

There she lived for a year until she learned that agents of the Institute had arrived in the area, asking questions about her. Not wishing to cause her guardians any further loss, she cut ties with the Railroad in New York and continued south on her own into the Capital Wasteland. Despite leaving the Railroad, she remains loyal to the people who aided her while asking nothing in return, and she hopes to repay their kindness, or failing that at least pay it forward by helping others.
<Excited beeping>

@Aksera

I'm going to DM you.

[dereken]

What kind of leeway do we have with equipment and the like? I'd imagine Obadiah would mostly use tribal type weapons, not necessarily things that were in game proper.

[Laika]

What kind of leeway do we have with equipment and the like? I'd imagine Obadiah would mostly use tribal type weapons, not necessarily things that were in game proper.

@dereken

You'll have to clarify on what you mean by 'tribal type weapons'.

[dereken]

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You'll have to clarify on what you mean by 'tribal type weapons'.

@Laika

A war club type weapon. Bigger than a baseball bat, smaller than a sledgehammer. Her own customized beat down stick.

Edit: By customized, I just mean that it's her personal weapon, with markings and carvings specific to her.

[Laika]

<Snipped quote by Laika>

A war club type weapon. Bigger than a baseball bat, smaller than a sledgehammer. Her own customized beat down stick.

Edit: By customized, I just mean that it's her personal weapon, with markings and carvings specific to her.

@dereken

I don't see a problem with that, just include its origin or what its made from in your sheet.

[dereken]

Awesome possum. I can get that done once I'm home. Or tomorrow after work.

[Saarebas]

The Rad Merc

"It's the bloody truth, mate!"

Name
"Just call me Kane."
Seamus Daigh O'Kane

Age
"Hell of a looker for my age ain't I?"
225

Gender
"Last time I checked I still 'ave me dangly bits."
Male

Occupation
"Yo' 'ave the caps, I 'ave the muscle."
Mercenary
Currently employed as a guard for Underworld

Sexuality
"I fancy the lasses."
Heterosexual

Nationality
"I'm a proud drunkin' bastard!!"
Irish

Race
"I think the rads add character."
Ghoul

Karma
"Life is gonna give yo' shite, might as well give it some back."
Evil

Faction Allegiance
"Gotta watch out fer yer own arse out in the wastes."
Himself, but is working as a guard for Underworld at the moment.

Appearance
"Zombie is the new sexy."
Kane is a towering juggernaut of a ghoul, standing at a staggering 6'11 and weighting 393 pounds. He has a bulky, muscular body build with a wide frame, giving him a rather intimidating stature. His skin, like many of his fellow ghoulified kinsmen, is rotten and incredibly burned, it has a sickly green hue and is peeling off in patches. He has a few scruffs of dry, dull red hair poking from his scalp in random locations. His eyes are two sunken pitch black orbs.

Skills
"I'm a man of many talents."
Unarmed
Melee
Explosives
Big Guns

Brief History
----BEGIN VOICE MESSAGE----
"Oh so yo' wanna hear about lil' ol me eh? Well pull up a seat lad!! As yo' may 'ave guessed from my good lookin' mug I'm a ghoul, one of the few that won't try and snack on yer noggin'. I was around before the bombs dropped and everythin' went to shite, I know that is 'ard for yo' smoothskins to picture. I was born in a far off place called Ireland, that's right lad America isn't the whole world. Spent my days drinkin' and fightin', I eventually decided that I might as well get paid for it so I found work as a gun for hire, I was pretty damn good too. After a while I got hired on to help some American troops over in Anchorage, nearly froze my arse off doing it. I spent months shovin' my boot up Chinese arses, which paid off seein' as America eventually reclaimed the place. I was sent to the states to 'enjoy some much needed leave', jokes on me seein' as it wasn't long after that the world was made extra crispy."

"Turnin' into a ghoul wasn't so bad, once the first layer of skin falls off yer pretty much over the hump. What was rough was survivin' the first few years after the bombs fell, lots of confusion with fok all answers. Eventually though those damn vaults started openin' up and you smoothskins started comin' to the surface, yo' should of seen the look on some of their faces when they got a glimpse of my hide."

"In all honesty things weren't that different from before the war. People still wanted to kill each other and I was good at doin' it so work was easy enough to find. Wandered the wastes for decades, killed and cashed in, seen some shite yo' can only dream of. Eventually ended up here in the capital wasteland, got hired as some extra muscle for those ghouls down in Underworld, but I can always use the extra caps. Which brings me to this."

----GUN SHOTS HEARD----

"If yo' would be so kind as to hand over everythin' in yo' pockets lad. Or I could introduce yer teeth to the bottom of me boots."

----EXCITED BEEPING----

----END OF MESSAGE----

[AngelofOctober]

Awesome. I should work on a character

[Laika]

Ooc is up, sorry its a little bit later than forecasted, but better late than never.

@Saarebas@Darquesse@AngelofOctober@Aksera@Sep@Burning Kitty@LordLinguinie@Architect@dereken@Paradoxial@DeadDrop

[Laika]

The Rad Merc

"It's the bloody truth, mate!"

Name
"Just call me Kane."
Seamus Daigh O'Kane

Age
"Hell of a looker for my age ain't I?"
225

Gender
"Last time I checked I still 'ave me dangly bits."
Male

Occupation
"Yo' 'ave the caps, I 'ave the muscle."
Mercenary
Currently employed as a guard for Underworld

Sexuality
"I fancy the lasses."
Heterosexual

Nationality
"I'm a proud drunkin' bastard!!"
Irish

Race
"I think the rads add character."
Ghoul

Karma
"Life is gonna give yo' shite, might as well give it some back."
Evil

Faction Allegiance
"Gotta watch out fer yer own arse out in the wastes."
Himself, but is working as a guard for Underworld at the moment.

Appearance
"Zombie is the new sexy."
Kane is a towering juggernaut of a ghoul, standing at a staggering 6'11 and weighting 393 pounds. He has a bulky, muscular body build with a wide frame, giving him a rather intimidating stature. His skin, like many of his fellow ghoulified kinsmen, is rotten and incredibly burned, it has a sickly green hue and is peeling off in patches. He has a few scruffs of dry, dull red hair poking from his scalp in random locations. His eyes are two sunken pitch black orbs.

Skills
"I'm a man of many talents."
Unarmed
Melee
Explosives
Big Guns

Brief History
----BEGIN VOICE MESSAGE----
"Oh so yo' wanna hear about lil' ol me eh? Well pull up a seat lad!! As yo' may 'ave guessed from my good lookin' mug I'm a ghoul, one of the few that won't try and snack on yer noggin'. I was around before the bombs dropped and everythin' went to shite, I know that is 'ard for yo' smoothskins to picture. I was born in a far off place called Ireland, that's right lad America isn't the whole world. Spent my days drinkin' and fightin', I eventually decided that I might as well get paid for it so I found work as a gun for hire, I was pretty damn good too. After a while I got hired on to help some American troops over in Anchorage, nearly froze my arse off doing it. I spent months shovin' my boot up Chinese arses, which paid off seein' as America eventually reclaimed the place. I was sent to the states to 'enjoy some much needed leave', jokes on me seein' as it wasn't long after that the world was made extra crispy."

"Turnin' into a ghoul wasn't so bad, once the first layer of skin falls off yer pretty much over the hump. What was rough was survivin' the first few years after the bombs fell, lots of confusion with fok all answers. Eventually though those damn vaults started openin' up and you smoothskins started comin' to the surface, yo' should of seen the look on some of their faces when they got a glimpse of my hide."

"In all honesty things weren't that different from before the war. People still wanted to kill each other and I was good at doin' it so work was easy enough to find. Wandered the wastes for decades, killed and cashed in, seen some shite yo' can only dream of. Eventually ended up here in the capital wasteland, got hired as some extra muscle for those ghouls down in Underworld, but I can always use the extra caps. Which brings me to this."

----GUN SHOTS HEARD----

"If yo' would be so kind as to hand over everythin' in yo' pockets lad. Or I could introduce yer teeth to the bottom of me boots."

----EXCITED BEEPING----

----END OF MESSAGE----

@Saarebas

Accepted by the way, nice sheet.

[Saarebas]

@Laika Woo Hoo!

[Sirkaithethird]

I know I'm jumping on this train a bit late, but if your still open I can get started on a sheet today

[Laika]

I know I'm jumping on this train a bit late, but if your still open I can get started on a sheet today

@Sirkaithethird

Always accepting, there's a link to the ooc on the front page, here it is again; ooc