[OOC] ☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

[Rtron]

Frankie

NAME
Frankie 'The Friendly Super Mutant'
AGE
25 (He randomly picked the number, not really sure how old he is himself)
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Super Mutant
HOMETOWN
Jamortown, formerly Camden Arkansas.
FACTION
Current: N/A

Formerly: Jamor's Warband- A Super Mutant group hellbent on eradicating all inferior races and conquering the southern half of Arkansas. Eradicated by the BoS years ago.

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Standing at a hulking 10ft 8in (3.25m) tall (straight backed), with muscles that would put the most dedicated of body builders to shame, and a face that scares small children, Frankie looks terrifying to all but the more seasoned adventurers and soldiers. It isn't until someone gets closer that they see how hunched over he keeps himself(bringing his height down to around seven feet), as if ashamed of himself, how his hands are constantly fiddling with something, and how he can't quite bring himself to meet your eyes (his own pale white ones darting away), as if he's afraid of what he might see in them. As if he needed more help being off-putting, he can often be found muttering to himself or into his personal recorder, talking about notes and theories.

He puts effort into making himself look as non-threatening and quiet as possible, with his back hunched and shoulders slumped. His eyes are almost constantly darting around, studying one thing and the other. They light up like beacons when something interesting or exciting catches his attention. He moves with great care and gentleness, even when excitedly hurrying towards something, careful not to accidentally break or hurt something. His dark green skin usually has peach colored paint on it, carefully applied to cover as much of the characteristic green as possible, giving him an odd and distinctive appearance. On the rare occasion he is without his armor, he wears a kilt made from leather and nothing else. It is simply for everyone else's decency and propriety, and has little to no protection value.

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TYPE INTJ-A (Architect)
SPECTATOR'S REACTION If he wasn't a super mutant, Frankie would be a perfect researcher. He certainly demonstrates all the traits of a stereotypical absentminded scientist or doctor. He gets lost in his thoughts, he seems completely oblivious of all social cues and norms, and will singlemindedly pursue his goals to an almost obsessive degree. Due to his condition, however, interesting quirks have appeared. In spite of, or perhaps because of, what he is Frankie genuinely seeks to make connections with everyone he meets. He seems to crave even the most basic of politeness, even from people who make it clear they'd rather kill him than understand him. On the subject of mental illness, the mere idea terrifies him. He's desperate to prevent himself from losing his mind like so many other super mutants, to a degree that he hinders himself excessively, restraining his natural urges and power.

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TRAIT
Wild Swampland
You’ve somehow managed to summon the weird around you. Things will get odd quicker than they get normal.

SKILLS

Active Skill(s)

First Aid
General healing skill. Used to heal small cuts, abrasions and other minor ills. Can’t handle surgery, bone fixing, or paralysis/coma.

Science
Covers a variety of hi-technology skills, such as computers, biology, physics and geology.

PERK
Put Your Perk Here

STRENGTHS

• Strong Like Bull: Due to his Super Mutant biology, Frankie is immensely strong, capable of feats of strength far beyond natural human capabilities.
• Tough as Steel: Once again due to his biology, Frankie is ridiculously tough to take down. He's immune to the effects of radiation and diseases, his skin and bones can take an immense amount of punishment, and he possesses an enhanced regenerative factor that allows him to heal from wounds faster than normal.
• Obsessive Learner: Frankie is obsessed with knowledge. He believes that learning and complex problems keep his mind sharp, keeping him from descending into the frothing madness his brothers live in. He regularly explores or breaks into libraries and read all of the information he can find, particularly on anatomy and the healing arts. He has become an excellent doctor and medic, provided you trust and allow him to work on you. Frankie has always possessed a talent for retaining and understanding information, and almost never has trouble remembering what he has learned. As such he's got a huge amount of information stored away, sorted and organized neatly in his mind.

WEAKNESSES

• Almost Pacifist: Frankie doesn't like to fight and kill. Mostly because it gets his blood up, and encourages him to act like his brothers. He's spent a long enough time on the Wasteland, however, to know that it is inevitable. If he absolutely must fight (when refusing to fight will result in either his death or the death of someone else), Frankie attempts to use his great strength and resilience to neutralize whatever is attacking, non-lethally if he can. He's also constantly holding himself back, keeping his urges and power in check. This results in him seemingly being weaker than he should be, and seems like he's unused to a fight the vast majority of the time. Should he ever be pushed to the (very far) point to give into his urges, Frankie is more than capable of demonstrating why his species is feared across the wastes.
• Oblivious: Frankie isn't really the most aware person, of himself or his surroundings. Being a Super Mutant, he has never really needed to be concerned with or aware of dangers. He regularly just wanders into incredibly dangerous areas without a care in the world, and seems to be completely ignorant of the fact that his stature, appearance, and manner of speaking all make it all but impossible for him to convince anybody to do anything.
• Nimble as A Falling Brick: Frankie isn't agile or nimble. If he dodges something its because he had way to much time too, or pure luck.

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WEAPONS
None
ARMOR
Frankie's custom Armor: A conglomeration of thick pieces of metal, rubber tires, and bits and pieces of junk Frankie has attached to himself in a typical Super Mutant fashion. Metal beat into, surprisingly careful, shape covers his torso, arms, and legs. The shoulders are large pieces of tire, likely stripped from an old tractor or semi-truck. Chains serve to keep the armor on his body, and for a helmet Frankie has a piece of steel shaped like a welding mask without the glass. The helmet has a yellow smiley faced painted over it, and his armor has peach colored paint slathered all over it.
CHEMICALS
3 Stimpaks (Not for himself)
MISCELLANEOUS
Frankie's Bag: A large travel bag that Frankie uses to store his various boxes and knickknacks.

Frankie's Box of Mind Challengers: Frankie has a large box that is filled with puzzles and books of logic or math problems. The puzzles are typically small things that can be easily held in the hands, designed to distract and challenge the mind.

Frankie's Recorder: A recorder that plays and copies onto holodisks, Frankie uses it for taking notes when studying something.

First aid box: A box filled with medicine, poultices, bandages, alcohol, and other general first aid supplies.

Mysterious Vial: A vial of grey liquid, carefully wrapped and hidden in Frankie's bag. He is extremely protective of it.

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"Excuse me, but I have heard that the Governor is looking for adventurers for a mission. Can you point me in the right direction to him?" Frankie spoke softly, or as softly as his massive frame and rough voice could, his hands held in the air. He had taken to doing that while approaching unknown humans, as it at the very least confused them long enough for him to explain himself so they didn't shoot him on sight. The man looked up at the rough voice and jumped back from the wall he had been leaning against with a shout of alarm, hand reaching for his pistol. Frankie took a step back, hands lifted higher. "I mean you no harm. My name is Frankie. I am looking to be in the Governor's employ." He hoped that what was coming across was soothing, rather than menacing. He had trouble sending across the proper messages at times.

The man paused, looking over Frankie's peach colored armor and skin, squinting. "Are you that 'Friendly Super Mutant' wandering around trying to help people?" Frankie nodded eagerly, stopping himself from smiling. That scared people. "That's me. Could you please point me in the direction of the Governor? I'd like to offer my services to him." The man paused, clearly thinking over the wisdom of leading a super mutant to the Governor of the Northern Province, Friendly or no. Frankie didn't blame him. He wouldn't have trusted himself in the man's shoes either. "I suppose the Governor could use someone like yourself on his special job. Wait here. I'll bring the Governor's men. Frankie nodded, saying his thanks, and settled down to wait as the man walked off. He hoped that a posse wasn't being rounded up to kill him again. It would be bothersome to run away and walk back in later, and he might miss his chance to explore the rest of the state in relative safety. The man came back with a dozen of the Governor's men, all armed and wary. Frankie didn't blame them. A super mutant was dangerous, especially if it wanted to meet the Governor. What happened next was a tense interrogation. Well, tense on the part of the Governor's men. Frankie himself was rather relaxed, sure he could escape these men if they tried to kill him. It was all the usual questions. No, he wasn't interested in hurting the governor. Yes, he really was just interested in helping. Yes, he really did detest violence. Yes, he could actually help. No, he didn't have any super mutant friends waiting outside of the city. Yes, he would obey all commands. No, he didn't have any weapons.

Finally, satisfied that Frankie at least didn't plan to murder them immediately, the leader waved a hand."At the very least you would be a good distraction in the event of an attack. Lets go, we'll see if the Governor even wants to see you." Frankie nodded eagerly again, passing his last cap to the man who had helped him "Thank you, friend. May the rest of your days be blessed." The man watched as the towering Super Mutant walked away, shaking his head in wonder and pocketing the cap. A strange incident. One that he hoped he never repeated.

[Simple Unicycle]

EDIT: Done.

A Down On His Luck Brawler

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NAME
Joseph 'Joe' Sawyer
AGE
38
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
The Big Easy, Great Orleans
FACTION
N/A

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Joe is a behemoth, standing at around six and half feet and weighing in the high 200s range. His face is craggy and covered in scars, each one telling a different story; like the time he pissed off a Brotherhood Knight and got grazed by a hot laser or the time he got into a bar brawl and took a broken bottle to the neck and nearly died. Then there's his flattened nose, which has been broken far too many times to count but at least they all make for a hell of a story. His torso is likewise covered in scars and his chest and shoulders are broad and blocky, indicative of his inhuman strength.

His eyes are big and brown, more fitting for a puppy than a large bruiser, and dart around often in search or danger, something Joe does almost absent-mindedly now. His light brown hair is in a flat top cut, for the purpose of practicality. The man has a penchant for trenchcoats, often commenting on other people's coats if they're wearing one. One might compare his style under the trenchcoat to that of a greaser from days long past: leather jacket, jeans, wife beater. Say what you will about the guy's looks, but he's got good style.

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TYPE ISFJ (Defender)
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
Most people would think Joe is crazy. Really, I think he just had the rotten luck of being born in the wrong century; he would've been right at home on some ancient battlefield swinging an axe into some poor sumbitch's face. When you talk to him he doesn't seem like too bad of a guy, and he treats even the most serious of discussions like they were casual chats over a brew, tossing a joke or three out every other minute. One thing that sticks out about him is that he has a soft spot for women, and I've seen him throw caution to the wind to help out a dame in trouble every so often. He seems like the kind of guy that'd buy you a beer if he saw you were looking down, and after that if he ever saw you in trouble he'd rush in to help you out.

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TRAIT
Bloody Mess - You have no idea what “chill” is. Everything that you destroy ends up being far bloodier and nastier than intended. You need a good Endurance for that.
SKILLS
Combat Skill
Unarmed - A combination of martial arts, boxing and other hand-to-hand martial arts. Combat with your hands and feet.
Active Skill
Survival - You’ve lived in enough hostile environments to know when you might die or when you might make use of your situation.
PERK
N/A

STRENGTHS

• Powerhouse: Joe is strong enough to nearly put a super mutant to shame; he can lift anywhere up to 250 pounds without breaking a sweat, and go even higher if he pushes himself. His punches are like having fifty pounds of bricks smash you in the face.
• Practically Bulletproof: To compliment his strength, Joe is tough as nails. It's as though his skin is naturally hardened, and he can take a bunch of hits or even bullets before going down.
• Sharp Eyes: Though not as perceptive as some people, Joe has keen eyesight, allowing him to spot any threats. After all, spend any amount of time outside (or, sometimes, even inside) of a settlement and you make sure to look out for danger.

WEAKNESSES

• Face Only A Mother Could Love: I'm not going to pussyfoot around this; Joe is an ugly bastard. With a flattened nose from having it broken so many times, to a naturally craggy face, and all the scars that adorn it, Joe isn't going to be able to sweet talk anybody. His personality is the only thing that keeps him from being a completely charmless bastard.
• Unlucky: Joe's luck ran out the day he was born. He's prone to getting into a lot of trouble, having his gun jam on him at the worst moments, or somehow managing to hit an ally despite the fact that the ally was nowhere near his target.
• Dimwitted: Joe isn't exactly an idiot when it comes to how to survive, but when it comes to booksmarts he's not the brightest laser on the battlefield. While not illiterate, he does have some problem reading, and comprehending big words, and gets confused by any technobabble.
• Graceless: Due to his large and bulky frame, Joe isn't the most agile or dexterous of sorts. Sneaking around is not an option for him, and most guns are too small for his large hands, making it hard to use them efficiently.

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WEAPONS
Spiked Knuckles: Knuckles dusters with a cold, metallic tone to them and spikes on the end that allow the user to cut or slash their opponent.
9MM Pistol: A pre-war pistol that looks downright tiny in Joe's massive hands. But if he's in a bind and can't punch his way out, he uses it.
ARMOR
Leather Armor: A leather jacket and blue jeans armored with bits of scrap metal. Won't stop an energy weapon, hell, it'll barely stop a bullet, but it's good enough for Joe. Over it, Joe wears a brown duster.
CHEMICALS

• Two Stimpaks
• One Psycho

MISCELLANEOUS
Broken Pip-Boy: It belonged to a friend. Joe's hoping to get it fixed up.

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The night was hot and humid as hell in Shreve's Port, people seeking shelter from the intense heat and wearing as few layers as possible. But one crazy bastard, a big lug who had been coming in and out of town every so often over the course of the last twelve years, was still wearing a longcoat and a leather jacket and wife beater under it. He must've been sweating like crazy, so many people must've thought, but really he was wondering why it wasn't any hotter. He liked the heat, made him tougher he thought.

Some run down saloon, peeling sign reading Eddie's. This was his favorite watering hole in town, sure there were better places, cleaner places, places where you didn't have to question whether the beer was watered down or not, but they weren't as seedy as this. Seedy was just how Joe liked his bars. He wouldn't feel bad if some lowlife started shit with him there, because he knew they didn't have anything to live for anyway.

Eddie knew his order by now. Every time he came in he ordered the same thing, but still Eddie asked, "What'll it be, Joe?"

"Shot and a brew, Ed," the bruiser grunted, easing his large frame onto a bar stool. Not a minute later Ed served him his drinks, and Joe tossed him fifteen caps. Another benefit of the bar: drinks were cheap and service was good. But then came the downside.

A bunch of no good bums, harassing one of the bar maids. It always got Joe's goat when guys roughed up girls, and this time was no exception. He stood up to intervene, Eddie grabbing his shoulder in a vain attempt to stop him. "Joe, don't be dumb about this."

"Let go of my coat, Ed," Joe replied, shaking off the man's hand and heading up to the bastards.

One of them was wearing a longcoat, not unlike Joe's own. He groped at the bar maid. "C'mon, sugarpie, y'know you wanna know what a real man is like..." he tried to say seductively, but in his intoxicated state it sounded more like he was constipated.

"In your dreams, creep," the bar maid spat.

"Oh don't sass me, sweetie. I've had a rough day, I'm a little on edge right no-"

The bar maid cut him off, "More like over the edge. You don't need a woman, you need a good night's sleep. You couldn't handle a woman."

His buddies laughed, before one of them said, "Hear that, Jackie Boy? She's saying you ain't got what it takes. You gonna let the little bitch talk down to you like that?"

In response, the longcoat-wearing thug, Jackie Boy it seemed, got up and slapped the girl something fierce. She fell to the ground, clutching her bleeding mouth.

Enter Joe.

"What do you want, dickhead?" Jackie Boy asked, sneering at Joe. Joe just looked him up and down.

"Y'know, that's a damn fine coat you're wearing." His own was tattered. He'd need a new one.

He took Jackie Boy's head and slammed it hard into the table, breaking the flimsy wooden thing. Jackie Boy's friends jumped up, each pulling out a weapon; one with a broken piece of pipe, another with a switchblade, but the other one had a .38. Joe would have to take out that last one first.

He slid on his knuckle dusters. Cracked his neck.

"C'mon, you pansies," Joe said, "I ain't got all night."

The goons with the melee weapons went first, the pistol wielding one holding back in case they got taken down. And taken down they did, as Joe punched one right in the kisser, damn near ripping off his upper lip with the spikes. He fell down. The one with the pipe swung at him, hitting Joe right in the back of the head, but he just shrugged it off and yanked the pipe out of his hands.

"That the best you can do, boy?" The pipe hit the young tough right in the face, blood flying out of his nose as it broke horribly. Joe began to wail one him with the pipe, kicking the one with the knife in the back of the head when he tried to get up.

A bullet hit him right in the shoulder. Stupid, stupid, he forgot all about the other bastard because he was having so much fun.

He stood up, and turned around slowly. The guy with the pistol was shaking, damn near pissing his pants. Joe wordlessly threw the pipe right into his face, knocking him out. He turned to the bar maid, offering her a hand up. "You alright, miss?"

She took his hand and he helped her back up, her laughing slightly, "I've been roughed up worse."

The rest of the night was a blur, all Joe knew was that he ended up having another drink and then it was now in some back alley, his head pounding, his cap pouch empty, and a group of guys dead at his feet. Four of them were the bums he took out at the bar. Jackie Boy was there, his skull caved in, but his coat, his damn fine coat, was still intact. He was just a bit smaller than Joe, but that coat was a size too big. It'd fit him fine.

And it did. He took off his old coat and slid Jackie Boy's on, wondering how he got here. He vaguely remembered Jackie Boy stumbling out with his pals after they got their asses handed to them, and jumping him when he left with a couple of other guys. He killed them all with his bare hands, but one got him good and knocked him out. Looks like that's where his caps went. Why the hell didn't the guy just kill him? That, he didn't know.

He stumbled out of the alley. He was approached by some guy in a nice suit.

"I see you've had yourself a fun night, Mr. Sawyer," the dandy said, looking the blood-soaked man up and down.

"How the hell do you know my name?" Joe asked, gripping his aching head.

"That doesn't matter. I take it you're out of caps?"

"... Yeah."

"And I take it you'd want more?"

"... What are you getting at here?"

"I'm here to offer you a job. Would you be interested?"

The big brawler paused for a moment, then grinned. "Hell yeah I would."

"Good. I'll give you the details on the way. Come," the suit gestured for Joe to follow, and he did.

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"I'm with my two fists of iron but I'm goin' nowhere..."

Sorry, couldn't resist, song fits the character too much.

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[WXer]

Franz Furrman

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NAME
Frahnswa “Franz” Furrman XVI
AGE
38 years old
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
St. Jack City
- A settlement in the far north, situated near a river that attracts many Radstags and other wildlife. It is also home to the Furmann Trade Company, the merchant group that Franz belongs too.

FACTION
Furrman Trade Company
- Both Franz’s family and employers, the Furrman Trade Company are merchants that produce and deal in various goods throughout the northeastern seaboard, most notably specializing in handmade leatherwork products. The company obeys the directions of the head merchant, bearing the name of their ancestor whose exploits are passed down through oral tradition – Frahnswa Furrman the First. The heir of the current "Frahnswa" is always their eldest capable child, baptizing them in the St. Jack City river when they become of age. However, before they can fully inherit the position, they must complete a pilgrimage and map out new trade routes. The prosperity of the new routes is regarded as a sign as to how their rule will unfold.

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Franz looks much older than he actually is. Years on the open hostile roads has stressed out the wily trader’s skin, resulting in it being as tough as the leather he sells. Luckily, he has a well-groomed beard to protect the rest of his jerky-like face from the elements, complemented by his red bandana. To protect the rest of his body, he wears the finest works that he had skinned and sewed himself which include a jacket, boots and set of pants made out of buckskin and fur. Indeed, being well-dressed will strike a good first impression on to anyone while his confident smile secures the rest. However, he is missing a front tooth and has a hunched-back. Along with his small stature, his body certainly sets back his rare good intentions.

This doesn't stop from trying though. Every person he meets is a potential customer, and such he greets them with the air of confidence that only someone that's looking to gain something from you would have, personal space be damned when he gets to pitch you a sale. He then leads with wild theatrics including hand movements to illustrate the prestige of his products and exaggerated emoting that only his clay-composed head could achieve. Once his business is done however or he realizes you're simply not buying, Franz becomes much more composed and less of a caricature, exposing the fact that he is wiser than a weasel. Very few will see this part of him because he simply doesn't stick around long enough with people that don't have the caps worth his time.

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TYPE ESTP
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
Franz comes off strong if he wants something from anyone, specially strangers that he will most likely never meet again. While it might seem that he is agreeable and kind, he will push his agenda to best benefit himself and it’s usually hidden underneath that veil of diplomacy. Others might call this sociopathy but he calls it business acumen.

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TRAIT
Hoarder: You love things, and so you can carry more things. A lot more things. Add extra to your starting equipment, and later you’ll have more equipment to use. That being said, you’ll be slower than others and a bit neurotic about your equipment.
SKILLS
Passive Skill(s)
Barter: Trading and trade-related tasks. The ability to get better prices for items you sell, and lower prices for items you buy.

Speech: The ability to communicate in a practical and efficient manner. The skill of convincing others that your position is correct. The ability to lie and not get caught.

PERK
The Best Salesman this Side of the Missippi: You have an advantage on all Charisma/Barter checks. You know far more than any salesman or traveling merchant. You're the best of the best, and you let them know.

STRENGTHS

• Old Rambler: Franz’s well-travelled life allows him to spin a long tale to those who dare to listen that is somehow both enticing enough for them to pay attention yet boring to the point where they fall to a brief lull.
• As Advertised or Your Caps Back ⚜️: His word is backed by the honor that his family has long built with their customers; a betrayal of their trust cannot be allowed by any that bear the Furrman name. So when he sells you a service, expect it to be met.
• Blabbermouth: He looks harmless and he knows it but he can taunt the best of them. Luckily, he knows when to shut up.

WEAKNESSES

• Mister Miser: Unless you’re important and dying, you’re not getting anything of his items.
• No Facts, Just Interpretations: His lies got too convoluted even for him to follow, so he just gave up trying to remember years ago.
• Scavenger: ”Looting gets you free recycled products to support our markets and ecosystems! How is this an ethical problem?”

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WEAPONS
Skinner’s Pocket Knife: A small, sharp switchblade that can be easily hidden underneath one’s sleeve. This tool is strong enough to pierce most hides but would probably break against metal or rock.
Snub Nose Pipe Pistol: This small homemade handgun has protected Franz from bandits throughout his travels. Usually hidden underneath his jacket’s inner breast pocket.
ARMOR
Furmann Leather Set: Prettier than most leather garb and just as effective. Protective anti-ballistic material is embedded between the layers of animal skin that comprise it.
CHEMICALS

• 3 Stimpacks
• 2 Whiskeys
• 1 Vodka
• 2 Radaways
• 1 Fixer

MISCELLANEOUS
Oak Hiking Stick: A smoothed out piece of wood that supports his weight while walking. He believes it makes him look wise and sage-like

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”Ah, please stay awhile and look at my wares!” shouted the man behind the makeshift stand at a pair of passersby. “For the larger gentleman, may I present this fine authentic albino Radstag jacket! Surely, a man of your taste can see himself attracting all the finest company with this on his person.” He handed the jacket for the sure-to-be customer to inspect, but soon a spray can of white paint dropped from its pockets. Before a word could be uttered, the merchant took back the jacket. “Y-you see, albino is the name of the hue of coating. So, technically, what I said was true.” He then held up his open right palm towards the buyer’s face.

“For most, this jacket would be five hundred caps! But for you, my friend, the crown price of three hundred sounds more than fair, yeah?” he would state, bringing his thumb and pinky finger to a close. However, the pair simply gave each other a quizzical look before beginning to turn their backs to him. “Wait! I see that such apparel might not be for your palate, considering the humidity. However, perhaps this fine Yaoguai cap might interest you! You see, the animal that this was made from is a hardy predator whose skin is resistant to the elem-“ Again, the pair had lost interest and were ready to depart. It seems they were in a hurry.

“Stop!” the merchant shouted, slamming his hands on the table before climbing on top of it. “I see you think that I don’t have anything to offer like the rest of these schmucks in the bazar. But I am Frahnswa Furrman, and I will make my first transaction in Louisiana today! Behold!” The loud, brazen Franz would pull a map made out of animal skin and inked with plant dyes. At a cursory glance, it seemed that it was the Northern Province and the lands beyond its borders, with a few inaccuracies that only natives would notice. “This is the safe route that I have taken to arrive here at Shreve’s Port, following the Mississippi trade stream. Didn’t need a caravan or guards, and certainly didn’t run into bandits. Personally mapped out by yours truly. Now, trade secrets come at a high price but a thousand caps is surely worth it for the opportunity, right?”

A moment silence passed, with both parties cautiously staring at each other. This awkward pause would only be broken by the same quizzical look shared between the customers before but this time it ended with a nod and a smile. The large man Franz tried to sell the jacket to would produce his own piece of parchment.

Soon, Franz shared their smile. “… So, when do we start?”

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C'est L'aviron

[Sofaking Fancy]

Alright. Drawing up on the 48hr, or we've already reached it. Honestly, I wish there was more of a timestamp on these things. Anyway, I'll review the COMPLETED CSes this evening and give just a preliminary overview on my the thoughts regarding the characters. I haven't read anything until now, letting you guys change things if need be. So, that's why I've been silent. I probably won't touch backstory unless there's something really egregious there, and I'll PM you.

EDIT: Also, DAMN this is a sausage fest. XD

[Zoey Boey]

@Sofaking Fancy sounds good

[Vulkan]

Wow, this looks pretty good! Interest.

[Tim]

EDIT: Also, DAMN this is a sausage fest. XD

@Sofaking Fancy

I hope no enemy NPCs have Confirmed Bachelor...

[Rtron]

EDIT: Also, DAMN this is a sausage fest. XD

@Sofaking Fancy

Technically Frankie is sexless

[Rtron]

Annd Frankie finished.

[Sofaking Fancy]

FAIR WARNING: To anyone with a Luck under 5, I will take advantage of it in all situations. So, please don’t be angry when a bullet ricochets off a wall and enters your kneecap.

@Zoey White
After revewing Sylvia, I think she’s a solid character. She's got a lot of layers. You have obvious flaws, obvious strengths, and most importantly an obvious reason to be in this group. Your writing sample was a fast and entertaining read. I usually don't care for characters that manage to take out numerous characters in their prompts. But you bring up the moral quandary of it, and you have Sylvia get injured. You also show the varying state of her mental readiness and addiction.

I’m interested to see the duology of her personality on drugs and off of them. I like that they both have their bonuses and negatives.

The only thing I ask of you is that you re-read the rules. There's something you're missing in your CS.

@Searat
Your CS is well written. I have found little wrong with it in regards to grammar and word usage. The biggest problem I have with your CS is the fact that Felix is rather bland. Even after reading his backstory, he feels like a generic character. Not to say he isn’t a good character. He just needs a little something-something. Perhaps go through their Appearance and add something about interaction. Their personality also felt less like someone describing them and a description of personality. Your Writing Prompt was good. Your backstory is also very interesting.

Your weaknesses need some work. The strength and charisma are okay, but your character’s Luck is not that low to warrant it being a weakness. Make up an interesting weakness, something that would affect your character in certain situations. Possibly a combat weakness, since you really don’t have one of those. You don’t HAVE to base this off your SPECIAL I was just saying it could be helpful in forming them.

You have too many skills. There's ONE COMBAT AND ONE ACTIVE OR PASSIVE SKILL. Or TWO ACTIVE SKILLS, TWO PASSIVE SKILLS, or ONE ACTIVE AND ONE PASSIVE SKILL.

Please re-read the rules, because you're missing something from your CS.

@Tim
I like “T”, he’s an interesting character. You’ve incorporated your SPECIAL really well into the CS. Low charisma with unnatural synth-ness.

Just a few things:

Your appearance needs a little beefing up. You manage to tackle a lot of things in the personality and equipment section, but I need a little bit more. I do like the mention of him trying to play human, and failing a lot of the time. It offers an uncanniness that can lend itself to the RP. I just need a little bit more, becuase it is lacking.

Not having a combat skill and having a gun will limit your accuracy with the gun. That being said, you’re not going to be entirely useless, just less proficient than someone with a combat skill.

Just reconfirming, the HUD only displays information previously gathered on people? Like a database? Not like a way to know meta-information?

Your Writing Prompt is good, a little trope-y, but man it’s hard not to be trope-y in this situation. The only think I want to note is that you change tenses a few times throughout the prompt. Just keep an eye on this. I didn’t see it in your backstory, so I’m not worried about it. Just calling it like I see it.

Also, the added backstory fleshes out a few of the quandaries I had in your CS, so I’ve redacted a few points I’ve made on here. I liked it.

@RTron
I enjoyed all of Frankie. I understand that his 10 Endurance and 1 Charisma come from an obvious place. So, I’m not going to say anything about that. Your backstory fills in the gaps where your CS doesn’t. And we talked about him being an intelligent supermutant. Everything looks in order. You might want to add to your Appearance because I find it a little lacking in clothing and general demeanor.

That being said, re-read the rules. There's something you're missing in your CS.

@Simple Unicycle
Call us “Team Huge Ass Dudes.” To be fair, they all vary in the way they handle their problems and the weapons they use. So, I’m digging it. Still, waiting on that combat sniper. I know you’re out there somewhere.

Anyway, I have a soft spot for guys that are too beat up to be conventionally attractive *stares at all their male characters* Yep. So, Joe is an A+ for me in that regard. Your sheet is good, I just have a couple of things.

The biggest thing with your sheet is your Charisma of 1 and then your personality section showing that he’s a talkative likable guy. A Charisma of 1 should really be someone who looks someone in the face, spews out offensive words, probably burps, and then grabs them inappropriately. Or maybe a whiny internet neckbeard who thinks “incel” is actually a thing. Eugh. While I wouldn’t say Joe would need a Charisma of 5, considering his looks, probably 3 fits your description a bit better. You can probably take the points out of Intelligence, Agility, or Luck. No one looks like that by being sorta unlucky.

After you tweak your SPECIAL a bit, maybe give your weakness a bit more pop. Your strengths are justified by the SPECIAL, but they’re very strong. You could use a weakness that really tempers your strengths.

Man, oh, man. This Writing Prompt should be called: “I love me some bar fights.” Nah. I enjoyed it, and Joe was different from T in that respect, showing the way that they handle trouble.

@WXer
Okay. First things first. What is that picture? Is that a frozen man? Is he porcelain? I’m not complaining, I’m just VERY confused. Also, I chuckled WAY too long at “St. Jack City.” I can’t even. Good job.

I like Franz. He’s odd and quirky. I’m also glad we finally have someone that capable of charisma and speech. Seems like a lot of characters here have taken a hit to it. Which makes sense, the world is a tough place. But it’s good to have someone with some charisma. And your strengths and weaknesses are really even. Just like… a thing.

“jerky-like face,” beautiful descriptor. Let’s see. The Appearance section needs a little more attention. You actually put a lot into few words. Which I appreciate and envy. I just need a smidge more about interaction. You do a good job with the personality section with this. Just some first impressions.

Beyond that, it’s a solid character. I like him, and really the only thing I might have negative to say is that he’s very one-type. That being said, I feel like you’ll develop him well.

[Sofaking Fancy]

Sorry this is late. I forget that my work has this website banned, keeping me from posting most of the day. >_>'

[Zoey Boey]

@Sofaking Fancy ok, great, thanks!

i couldn't come up with anything original for the CS, so i went with a fight. I figured it showed how Jet has affected her pretty good without me having to write about a slow decline into addiction which would take a while and required more writing skills than i currently have. In my head I also would have imagined that had anyone come around that corner in an assertive manor like "Do you have time for our lord and savior-" it probably would have been bad for them, too because she was so on edge after creepy old lady.

i also re-read the rules and did as you asked. i haven't seen anything like that before, but that's a good idea. to make sure people read the rules instead of just skim, like, uh, i did.

[Tim]

@Sofaking Fancy

Thanks for pointing out all the bad stuff! I'll fix it up soon.

Yeah, I was debating the combat skill, but I figured Built to Destroy might balance the lack of skill there with the + to hit chance. Got a shotgun just in case, close range and all that.

Yeah, the HUD is like a database. If T notices the person has a weakness because of a passed perception check, it gets stored there and highlighted when in combat, like a game would a glowing weak point. Same if he passes the check enough or interacted with them before to know how they act, it gets pulled up alongside. Likewise, if T, say... Saw a blueprint to a specific type of lock, or read about how to properly load a cannon once, the information would pull up later when it's relevant. Does that make sense?

Glad you liked it, though! I'll get to work on it in a bit and tag you when I've updated it.

[Sofaking Fancy]

Just letting you guys know. These CSes are GREAT. I am not frowning on anyone. I just need certain elements tightened up due to plot reasons. Those that have applied are awesome! I just need to make sure everything is exact for the story.

[Zoey Boey]

@Sofaking Fancy can i move Sylvia to the characters tab since i re-read the rules super close?

[Sofaking Fancy]

can i move Sylvia to the characters tab since i re-read the rules super close?

@Zoey White

I'm not accepting anyone pre the close date. So, I would hold off on that. That being said, if I'm rather positive about your character, I am sure to let them join. But I want to wait until the end of the acceptance to make sure I have all the characters I need.

So please wait until I give the heads up.

[Simple Unicycle]

@Sofaking Fancy

As I mentioned in the Discord for JLU, I changed the SPECIAL up, tweaked his strengths a bit, and added another weakness. Hope it's fine.

[Rtron]

@Sofaking Fancy

Pfft me. Miss something. Preposterous.

Fixed!

[Searat]

@Sofaking Fancy

Thank you for pointing out weak points of the CS. I'll do my best to fix Felix's CS based on your comments asap.

[Rockette]

I haven't formerly announced my interest, but, I've been steadily working behind the scenes on my character.
So, ya' know. There's that.

Also, I read something about posting turns, the whole three day bit, so we're going to go within structured rounds? Asking for my own scheduling sake.

i. e. // you, me, and then whoever. Repeat in that order.