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

[Tim]

why is everyone so angry and ugly.

@Zoey White

I'll have you know my guy isn't "angry and ugly". He's "indifferent and average-looking."

GAH!

[Sofaking Fancy]

what is this guys club? come ooonn

why is everyone so angry and ugly. my character is relatively unscarred because if you're close enough to a monster be scarred by it you're too close. usually when you get scars you also get dead.

@Zoey White

In my defense, I had OG ugly dude. Though, to be fair, Soldier is not that unattractive. He just, unfortunately, had an explosion to the face. I also will be going through and probably tweaking him considering the current looks of the group. He'll probably still stick with the burn scars though. Plot important.

Rocket will probably stay the same though.
Precious, hilarious (hopefully), cinnamon roll.

[Simple Unicycle]

Rocket will probably stay the same though.
Precious, hilarious (hopefully), cinnamon roll.

@Sofaking Fancy

Protec Rocket
Pure little cinnamon roll can do no wrong

[Zoey Boey]

@Sofaking Fancy well i hope Soldier likes Rocket because the rest of us are assholes

[Searat]

@Zoey White

Hey, Felix ain't that bad. Under the hood and mask Felix is kinda good looking plus hes friendly and cooperative...most times.

[Tim]

@Zoey White

I mean... No?

[Zoey Boey]

@Tim

assholes and an almost emotionless robot

[Tim]

@Zoey White

There we go.

[rocketrobie2]

Domoarigato Mr.roboto

[Rtron]

@Sofaking Fancy well i hope Soldier likes Rocket because the rest of us are assholes

@Zoey White

Hey hey hey

Frankie is nice. People just don’t like him:p

[Sofaking Fancy]

Notice:

13 HOURS remain before I close for CSes. So, for those that have expressed interest, just letting you know. Also, if you need any help, I'll be around for most of the day.

Here in a bit, I'll go over those that I have submitted. I meant to last night, but I was not feeling too great. I feel better this morning, and I HOPE that I am not coming down with something. I will murder.

And tomorrow, I'll get the IC up. Let's start out with some good ole fashion murder!

[Zoey Boey]

i hope this goes well!

the CS closes at midnight for me, which is terribly dramatic but i guess it doesn't matter for me.

[Antediluvixen]

Dunno if I'll really have the time for this, unfortunately. I'm trying to reboot an NRP I let slide and real life is building up to piledrive me pretty soon, so it might be best if I not join this for now.

That said, if my schedule opens up in the future and this ever accepts some new people, I will totally jump in if it can be managed. Because Fallout and good story and character and mmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[Simple Unicycle]

@Tim

assholes and an almost emotionless robot

@Zoey White

I'll have you know my guy's only an asshole to assholes.

[Sofaking Fancy]

I know I was going to go through the most recent entries, but it turns out I do have a virus. >_> Anyway, I'll hit them up post-deadline. Don't worry, those I ACCEPT but need changes from are still accepted. I apologize for this. I just have some sort of cold.

Yaaayyyy...

[rocketrobie2]

@Sofaking Fancyget well soon Fancy

[Rockette]

// notice. I have permission to submit this CS, as I've been talking with our Gm. So, have your ex-Raider baddie.

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NAME
Vix Blackwater
AGE
30
GENDER
Female
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
Alexandria - She thinks.
FACTION
Swamp Dogs - Formerly.

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With a glint in her eye and palms on hips perpetually stained with soot and swamp muck, Vix is the afforded representation of a fatale with the lack of a fairer facet. She's all dark with hole-punched skin and razor smiles, leather cinched fists and loose in all the furnishings of a bad-mouthed Raider on a good day. Fed a persistent cardio on the daily and the preference for a volatile cocktail of Mentats, Physchos, Jets and the occasional abuse of the nearest whiskey neck on hand begets to a waif figure corded with sinew liken to rigid scar tissue, and the incredible magnetism of bygone morality. She exhibits most stereotypes of her less inclined brethren; foul mouthed and crude exteriors with aggressive penchants perpendicular to Super Mutant brutality - albeit, not as mindless. There's shoddy penmanship scrawled permanently across ecru skin, golden dusted and dirt smudged, marks eternally displayed by her wears of low ridden trousers, always black, and cinched, cropped blouses criss-crossed with leather and chain edged bindings that make up some trend of archaic armor.

Vix heralds confidence and oozes such with an almost arrogant fanfare, she's got alpha complexes in spades, compounded by her notched up chin and sneer that exposes nicotine shaded teeth and a tongue bathed in corroded silver to match her chafing wit and blunt repertoire. Aside from her rather commanding display, there's a visible weight in her dark eyes and across those whip-marked shoulders, a sort of droop that depresses in solidarity, the experiences honed into needle points that drag across her spine covered by long, and some uneven, pieces of dull, black hair. Years of smoke abused lungs has risen to a slight husk within her annunciation, her voice often catering to whispers.

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TYPE ENTJ
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
She's kind of, well, a bitch. The foot-stomping, hip swaying, laughing kind of bitchiness that demands others to follow in her footsteps or ignore her bolster; Vix is demanding and severe, if nothing else. It's like watching a train wreck rampant with Ghouls or Deathclaws. She scoffs in the face of challenges and rises to any that would go against her own agenda with her willpower wielded like a properly thorn embedded fist. You better come equipped with your own sense of confidence and power if you're going to tackle this former Raider down.

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TRAIT
One Hander - You have a specialization in using your dominant hand. Single hand weapons (small weapons) receive a bonus. But if you ever try something in your other hand, well, good luck there soldier.

SKILLS
Combat Skill
Throwing - The skill of muscle-propelled ranged weapons. Throwing knives, spears and grenades.
Active Skill(s)
Survival - You’ve lived in enough hostile environments to know when you might die or when you might make use of your situation.

PERK
x x x

STRENGTHS

• Wasteland Charm: There's something about Vix's demeanor, that rough edge and imperfect illusion of being on the wrong side, that attracts others to her person, sober or not. People will listen well enough and be seduced by that sometimes dominant perplexity, or insanity, until she's over exhausted her charms.
• Perception: Having been on both sides of the fence, as it were, Raider and non, selfish and yet not. She's got a keen eye and a quick tongue; always sharp.
• Command & Demand: While not entirely a leader, and by no means should be one, Vix has a penchant for taking control through various situations. Her dominance applies onto individuals as well, even against their will.

WEAKNESSES

• Personal Space: Vix thrusts her way too often and too quick into the presence of others, almost always abrasively. Sometimes she doesn't know when to just not be and leave some people well enough alone. Personal space? No such thing.
• Nicotine Addict: She's got an over bearing attitude even with a smoke betwixt that smile, without one, she goes on the offensive. Coupled by years of addiction, it has slighted in Endurance.
• Raider Reps: Being marked by their ink and being a former mutt has got her on the ropes about her reputation, despite all the charm and whims of sex appeal, she's still got that shadow riding on her skin - literally.

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WEAPONS
Throwing Knives: Totaled to six, at least the last time she counted, these sharp projectiles are ritually maintained and span the length of her hand from palm to finger tip, and then some. Usually wielded with her dominant hand: left.

Molotov Cocktail: Vix tends to keep two, or three on her person, simply for the sake of keeping enemies at a distance. She's not a close range fighter in the least.

Handmade Rifle: Because you never bring just a knife to a gun fight.
ARMOR
Fortified Leather Segments: Being a creature of bare minimum clothing on the normal routine, Vix has segments of leather customized to the fit around her torso, usually across her bust at an angle and swung around her hips with small chain pieces worn onto them. These pieces can also be worn across her arms if she so desires, her wardrobe can sometimes change on a, sometimes, practical whim.
CHEMICALS

• Stimpaks - 2
• Psycho - 1
• Water - 3

MISCELLANEOUS
Crumbled Smokes: She's got maybe a handful of smokes left, that's going to be a problem.

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"What's a Raider doing up here in the Port?"
It was one of those a dime for a dozen inquiries, brought on by the insignia's branded onto her skin, tell-tale brandishing of darker times and deeds done under a film of Jet and Psychos. Leather slapped over skin, nails curling inwards to impale against the looping scrawl of "Charlie's Mutt" curling along her shoulder blade and peeking from beneath her blouse. Vix turned a careful glance over her shoulder, oblique gazes through a fringe of soot lashes turning a shade of crimson with near shame.

"Former Raider friend, swear on Mike."

"You're - ?!"

"Kidding!" Vix barked, laughter spreading through the back ditch alley way of the bar where she had retreated to under the glares of drunken patrons. She'd only been through the city for maybe a week, and none could mistake her candor, Vix was nearly incapable of blending in, no matter where she was or who she was with. "I'm not into worshiping pyromaniac dogs. But, I'm not kidding about the Raider part, I'm not into that either."

It took a drunken second for him to catch on, the haze over that washed out stare, tinged blue, shuttered by rapid blinks and a quirk of whiskey spotted lips. "... You expect me to believe that?"

"You've no reason not to, I haven't been marking my territory around here; no fires and all that." Internally, Vix berated her choice of words, each syllable that slid past her lips only seemed to agitate her sudden interrogator. She turned, angling her profile just so to shield the view of further ink markings across her spine, allowing only the ones across her mid drift and peeking amidst her hips to be seen, his gaze drooping low with her angled shift. Her chapped lips curled like a Cheshire feline, all fatales of this simper knew when they had a skittering rodent within their claws, and he was entirely rapt with the faded black etched onto her hip.

"Speaking of territory though, looked like your boys in there earlier were about to mark theirs. Sure you should be out here with little ole' me?" Vix canted her head, perplexity donning over her features with lilting tones coating over her hoarse voice, teasing, almost playful. He rapidly blinked, his former suspicions ebbing away with the increase of her tantalizing display, only to be displayed with an entirely new degree of interrogation.

"They - I mean. We're celebrating! Got a whiff of a new job out with the Governor, 1000 caps you know."

Vix's eyes lit up, dark pools panning wide at the mention of caps, sinful greed turning that smile almost carnivorous. This was the tip she'd been waiting for, running low on caps and means was running her ragged; a dog almost at her ends without the support of her former pack.

"Yeah? Sounds too good to be true almost."

"It's all legit, we're heading out in the morning." He almost seemed pleased with himself, with Vix's angled profile rippling, coy tilts of her head and smile, so he began to step forward, inviting in all the wrong ways until pain blossomed through his palm. His roar was sudden, lifting high into a wail until another sharp lance landed through his opposite gesture, his arms trembling with the intensity of agony that flamed from his hands uselessly dangling at his sides. With knives sheered through flesh and tendons, there was little he could do but just stare after Vix donned with shadow and mirth.

"I don't think you'll make it babe, but that's okay. I'll take your spot. Momma' has got to eat after all." She fanned her fingers in a wave, genuinely grateful with her swagger out from the alley way before she snapped, and pistol-shot her fingers back over her marked shoulder originally responsible.

"Think your boys could cover my tab? Thanks!"

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⚜️. fighter .

[Sofaking Fancy]

FUN FACT: Everyone that applied is accepted. Below you'll have my critiques and your character's perks. Read through them, change what I tell you to, and use the character titles for yours, and post them into the Character Tab.

@Zoey White

Hider

In the first round of posting, I didn't find anything wrong with your character. I still don't.

Sylvia's Perk:
A True Chemist: You are capable of discerning if the drugs/medicine/etc has been poisoned/tampered/made better. Your years with drugs have led you to know when you're being fooled or whether it's the real thing. This is also applicable to drugs you don't use, but with a bit more time inspecting it.

@Searat

Hider

10/10 job fixing your character. I really like him, and you did a bang up job tweaking the things that I wanted you to.

Felix's Perk:
Hero of the Swampland: You're the first to fire even when presented with quicker-than-possible enemies. Your years of training altruism has led you to this.

@Tim

Hider

Your fixes are great and what I asked! I am excited to have T.

T's Perk:
I Can't Do that Dave: Despite being a synth, most people believe you to be a person. That being said, your affinity is with machines. You have advantage when dealing with robots and mechanics.

@Rtron

Hider

I love Frankie. We've talked about him a lot. But he's a great character. And I love that glitter fleur-de-lies.

Frankie's Perk:
I'm SPECIAL: Sacrifice a point of INTELLIGENCE for a boost of STRENGTH. This is permanent until the next day when it resets.

@Simple Unicycle

Hider

Joe's good, thanks for changing his SPECIAL around to reflect him better.

Joe's Perk:
Ugly but Strong: Once a day, Joe can forget about pain, problems, and consequences, and have a boost of a Strength of 10. That being said, the next day he'll feel all the wounds two-fold and his SPECIAL is halfed.

@WXer

Hider

Your fixes are perfect, thank you for them.

Franz's 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.

@rocketrobie2

Hider

Your CS is acceptable. You lack a part of it that is important. We RP together, so I don't view it too harshly. Please re-read the rules and apply the thing you're missing before putting your character in the Character Tab.

Leg's Perk:
I Think you Misheard; I Meant This: You can redo any Charisma you or your party has. If someone fails on convincing/charming/etc a NPC, you can erase their attempt and begin a new one.

@CaptainSully

Hider

NOTED, YOUR BANNER IS SUFFICIENT AND DOESN'T NEED REPLACING
I like your character, but you need a weakness that is REALLY a weakness of your character. Your strengths are strong and your character needs a weakness that heavily affects theme. I like the molerats and angry negatives. I feel like your last one could be more impactful. Your strengths are strong, and so I need at least one weakness that is detrimental.

Sully's Perk:
Master Hunter: You have advantage against inhuman creatures.

@Rockette

Hider

After reading through your character, she's accepted. To anyone reading this, she had a character made and was called in. As someone that has been in the same situation, I sympathize. She worked with me. So, I am more flexible with her. Sorry!

Vix's Perk:
And The Kitchen Sink: You have advantage with throwing items. And people that throw things against you, you can dodge out of their way quicker.

[Tim]

@Sofaking Fancy

Oh, nice! Thanks!

Quick question: do we still need the hiders? Or would it be better if we just had all the CSs visible?

[Sofaking Fancy]

Nah. I'll be linking the profiles. I personally don't understand the love of hiders. I mean I get it in the OOC, but in the character tab we should all let it hang out. Right?

That sounds worse than intended.