Ooo I'm reading Project Horizons and I have no problem with adding it in to the Rp ^^.
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M'kay, sounds good. Quebec pone half finished.
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Hmm.
Been thinking about a few different characters and have had a difficult time deciding what I want to do. I'm thinking of making a Hellhound/Diamond Dog And I figured I'd ask instead of assuming: The RP is taking place after the events of Fallout: Equestria, yes? Probably should have asked this yesterday, but I'm lazy and went to sleep early.
Been thinking about a few different characters and have had a difficult time deciding what I want to do. I'm thinking of making a Hellhound/Diamond Dog And I figured I'd ask instead of assuming: The RP is taking place after the events of Fallout: Equestria, yes? Probably should have asked this yesterday, but I'm lazy and went to sleep early.
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Hmm.Been thinking about a few different characters and have had a difficult time deciding what I want to do. I'm thinking of making a Hellhound/Diamond Dog And I figured I'd ask instead of assuming: The RP is taking place after the events of Fallout: Equestria, yes? Probably should have asked this yesterday, but I'm lazy and went to sleep early.
Yeah, it's going to be some time after. The exact time-span I need to decide. But presumably still within some memory.
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Yeah, it's going to be some time after. The exact time-span I need to decide. But presumably still within some memory.
Cool, that gives me options if I go with a Hellhound rather than a cybernetic Diamond Dog.
Might not go with either, but having more options makes it more likely, heh. Might get something up tonight, if I don't fall asleep or get distracted.
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And as the day ends:
I butcher up and try to fit the pieces to make an appropriate map of pony-land. Add photo texture abuse.
I butcher up and try to fit the pieces to make an appropriate map of pony-land. Add photo texture abuse.
I think Hoofington is on the coast ^^;
They managed to take the Seahorse from Hoofington to Manehatten.
They managed to take the Seahorse from Hoofington to Manehatten.
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I think Hoofington is on the coast ^^;They managed to take the Seahorse from Hoofington to Manehatten.
I've always imagined Hoofington to be on the opposite side of the country since they talk about how long it'd take to walk home from Tenpony to the wasteland. And I don't remember the Seahorse being mentioned as having traveled to Manehatten.
And Hoofington itself isn't on the coast. It's on a river that leads to the coast. But it isn't on the ocean.
A difficulty that comes with mapping Fallout Equestria I find though is that more often its description conflicts with the map of Equestria, so there's no real sure-fire way I think of figuring out where everything is. Or scale becomes really wonky.
It's fine! I mean, I don't mind things not being exactly as it'd be almost impossible ^^;
I just brought it up because the Seahorse carries Blackjack and the others to Hoofington after the events on the Celestia.
I just brought it up because the Seahorse carries Blackjack and the others to Hoofington after the events on the Celestia.
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There's still a river so we need not worry. That's the main source of water that cuts through or is even remotely close.
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-Name-
Romt
-Race-
Hellhound
-Physical Appearance-
Romt is a male Hellhound somewhere in his mid-twenties. Standing at around 5'11". His fur is a tawny brown, though generally a tad darker due to getting covered in dirt while digging and not bathing. He has multiple scars on his body, noticeable on his stomach and arms if anypony bothered to look. They are less from actual combat and more-so from training, though there are a few wounds from other combatants visible. His face isn't prettier than any other Hellhound's, especially when his mouth opens, revealing not only the fact he has terrible breath, but also teeth that look sharp enough to take a limb clean off, similar to his claws. His ugly mug usually seems to have a neutral expression that allows him to come off as passive to most, but can be replaced with a snarling face of anger when enraged by either somepony around him, or outside sources.
For attire, he has a black vest similar to those worn by Diamond Dogs before the war. It's torn in a few places, but for the most part it's in one piece. On his head is a brown, broad-brimmed hat he'd picked up during his travels. These pieces of attire give him a differing appearance from the Hellhounds that still avoid pony-kind, which is mostly why he decides to wear any of it. He can usually be seen with a bag slung over one of his arms filled with supplies, and a revolver holstered at his side.
-Backstory-
Over the course of his younger years, he was taught effective techniques used by the Hellhounds; Digging techniques were considered necessary, and a focus on strength and agility was also necessary to ensure a Hellhound was still at odds of winning a fight without a gun. Though he did have firearms training, but never got the chance to use much in the way of Energy Weapons due to them becoming rarer. A part of his firearms training was learning how to modify weapons so he could hold and fire them in his hands. The process wasn't half as complicated as it first appeared for him, and after being given time, he learned how to modify weapons without wasting too much precious time. It wasn't an instant process, but it was fast enough to not take up half his day.
What time was left after training with the older hounds, he mostly spent with other pups like himself. They enjoyed a bit of play, and listening to stories on the radio about events before their time. They also practiced with each-other in a competitive fashion. Romt was the second strongest pup, but forth fastest mechanic out of the six of them. He tended to slip up at times, prolonging the process of modifying guns. As irritating as it was, he was usually just told that slip-ups happened when trying to do work quickly. Which, while true, didn't make him feel much better.
As he began to grow older, Romt began going out to patrol the caravan routes with the elder hounds. This was a task Hellhounds were generally good at, as they could cover a lot of ground and deal with issues more effectively than Earth Ponies and Unicorns, and could compete fairly with pegasi and Griffons for the most part. His first encounter with an enemy came during his second run; He and his leader at the time, Gurzil, encountered a small group of raiders waiting to ambush a caravan. He proved to be fairly competent; Taking out one pony with a shot to the neck, and also landing a shot to the chest of another. There was the occasional miss during the firefight, but overall Romt didn't waste too many bullets to make himself concerned. He felt satisfied with getting through without being injured, though Gurzil ended up being shot in the arm, which was certainly concerning for Romt. The bullet passed through, but it halted them until they stopped the bleeding.
Patrols of the caravan routes would continue for years, it was becoming his job to ensure trouble was cleared away for the caravans so they could pass through. Some thoughts crossed his mind as he got older, mostly about how closed in he felt with just trotting the roads. There were enough taking to the roads, weren't there? He wished he could have some more freedom rather than this task that many others were doing. He figured that trouble had to run out in the wastes as well. so having him out there could help more ponies than just the ones travelling the caravan routes.
The best decision he could make was to bring it up with the elder hounds for their opinion on the matter, and their response was simple; He could leave to travel the wastes how he liked, but would be on his own. He could always return, but it'd be generally more dangerous to explore off the roads, leading to him being unable to make it back. Not caring too much about the conditions, he stated he would be leaving to patrol more than just the caravan routes, and provide assistance to others who needed it. This decision was respected by the elder hounds, and soon after their discussion, he had collected basic supplies and left without much more thought. He wasn't sure where he was heading, but had a basic idea of where areas of interest were.
He traveled a fair distance, occasionally visiting towns for supplies, but sometimes having a difficult time interacting with them. Over time, his visits to stores became more common and he was more welcomed, but at first it was mildly rough for him. This stood for his journey as well; He had some difficult times in the wastes, sometimes hardly able to afford supplies, or having to deal with the Equestrian Wasteland's many dangers that didn't even involve right or wrong. Then there was the times right or wrong was thrown into the mix, making his life harder as he tried to uphold the peace and keep those who were innocent safe, which involved risking his life on multiple occasions.
As of now, he's grown to be a sort of helpful figure for the wastes. He's not exactly well-known, but ponies don't tend to forget a mutt like him once he lends them his aid. Deciding to travel a caravan route for old time's sake, he met a small group being assaulted by the remains of a raider squad. Between him and the caravan guard, the raiders were dispatched without much harm to the group or the caravan goods. After taking a moment to recall good memories of his time as a growing pup, and a minor introduction to one-another, Romt decided to travel with them to New Appleloosa giving he was running short on supplies. He'd be there for a short while to make sure he was prepared to hit the trails once again, where nopony could ever be sure of what would happen next.
Karma Points
230 ~ Neutral.
Karma Title
Hound-Dog.
-Perks/Traits-
Trait ~ Hellhound Teachings: The Hellhound Elders have stuffed your head to the brim with their knowledge of combat and mechanics, allowing for you to fend for yourself better in the wastes. You gain +5 to your Unarmed, Small Guns, and Repair skills, but lose 5 points in subjects that were never a focus in your life. (Medicine, Science, Explosives.)
Trait ~ Untrusted Hound: Ponies still don't trust Hellhounds like you, and they can make your life more difficult if you make mistakes. All Negative Karma is gained at quadruple the normal value. On the bright side; As long as you maintain Good Karma, you gain a +10 to your Speech Skill and a +5 to your Barter Skill. Neutral Karma grants no downsides or benefits.
Added a few things more for my own amusement, but there's my character.
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I did a bit of waffling because I'm only on Chapter 3 of FoE and have never watched MLP but hey, hopefully it'll be a'ight.
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Name: Sacred Grey (Sacre Gris)
Race: Earth Pony
Physical Appearance:
I made a tasteful nude for this
A slim yet small stallion with a white coat and a dull grey mane, Sacred is by no means a pony you would look twice at. His mane and tail are cut shorter than normal, as is traditional with the tribes of Prance and his eyes are a glittering grey. As a foreigner, his way with words is considerably slower and heavily accented, as his first language is a Prench dialect (jesus christ....) He stands in the prime of his life and age has not yet effected his youthful features but the sand and dangers of the wasteland have left their mark in the form of scars and bad memories. A cutie mark appeared some years ago and has manifested itself into a fleur de lis.
Clothing is worn and discarded by Sacred on an almost weekly basis, depending on his line of work and how bad it smells. His only constant piece of clothing is a filthy, camo bucket hat that keeps the sun out of his eyes. Weaponry is non-constant, as he finds larger weapons too heavy or jangly to drag around the wasteland. A machete is sheathed around his neck for use from the mouth but most guns are cumbersome and practically useless in his hooves. In the case of a firefight, he will run or try to find a place to hide to avoid being shot. A leather pouch around his neck serves as a small bag, usually containing some supplies and a wallet.
Backstory:
A drifter, not one native to Equestria, Sacred is often treated with suspicion and borderline hostility. That isn't surprising - if you were hiding slaves, the last thing you'd want is a slave hunter knocking on your door. But that's just the line of work. It isn't personal. For the right money, Sacred would track, capture and jump through a flaming hoop for you. In his homeland, the distant and ruined state of Prance, money, work and food are all scarce. Equestria, even in it's ruined state, is an oasis of money and most importantly, crime. His people left in droves to reach Equestria but few made it through the wastelands, deserts and scrub to reach it. What they found wasn't highly advanced cities with work but run-down collections of shacks, slums, the remnants of cities, all rife with crime.
Sacred left Prance a young colt with his tribe and made it to Equestria several years later, a fully grown and alone. His companions had slowly fell to the sands and creatures of the wastelands until it was just him, trotting alone on the ancient roads of Equestria. The wastelands within Equestria are significantly different to the muddy and dour moors of Prance, so adapting to the local area took some time. Sacred's primary skills are tracking, stalking and spying on his prey, all of which he gained in the years wandering the wastelands and living in the poverty of Prance. Ever since he arrived in Equestria, he had drifted amongst different groups, usually hanging around urban areas looking for work and along the way, improving his Equestrian (English?). The job of slave hunting was one that appealed to him and he eventually found himself working with slave masters and mercenaries to re-capture and occasionally execute the runaways. Anything for some money to get him through the next week.
Sacred has found common ground with the slavers and criminals of Fillydelphia but has repeatedly turned down offers to enter their services as internal politics do not interest him. At his heart, Sacred is an outdoors pony, more at home in the wastelands than in urban areas. He has dabbled in many kinds of weapons and tactics but finds it easier to track the target and leave the killing/chaining up to his companions. The wasteland is changing rapidly and Sacred, like he has done before, will just have to adapt to a new environment.
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Name: Sacred Grey (Sacre Gris)
Race: Earth Pony
Physical Appearance:
I made a tasteful nude for this
A slim yet small stallion with a white coat and a dull grey mane, Sacred is by no means a pony you would look twice at. His mane and tail are cut shorter than normal, as is traditional with the tribes of Prance and his eyes are a glittering grey. As a foreigner, his way with words is considerably slower and heavily accented, as his first language is a Prench dialect (jesus christ....) He stands in the prime of his life and age has not yet effected his youthful features but the sand and dangers of the wasteland have left their mark in the form of scars and bad memories. A cutie mark appeared some years ago and has manifested itself into a fleur de lis.
Clothing is worn and discarded by Sacred on an almost weekly basis, depending on his line of work and how bad it smells. His only constant piece of clothing is a filthy, camo bucket hat that keeps the sun out of his eyes. Weaponry is non-constant, as he finds larger weapons too heavy or jangly to drag around the wasteland. A machete is sheathed around his neck for use from the mouth but most guns are cumbersome and practically useless in his hooves. In the case of a firefight, he will run or try to find a place to hide to avoid being shot. A leather pouch around his neck serves as a small bag, usually containing some supplies and a wallet.
Backstory:
A drifter, not one native to Equestria, Sacred is often treated with suspicion and borderline hostility. That isn't surprising - if you were hiding slaves, the last thing you'd want is a slave hunter knocking on your door. But that's just the line of work. It isn't personal. For the right money, Sacred would track, capture and jump through a flaming hoop for you. In his homeland, the distant and ruined state of Prance, money, work and food are all scarce. Equestria, even in it's ruined state, is an oasis of money and most importantly, crime. His people left in droves to reach Equestria but few made it through the wastelands, deserts and scrub to reach it. What they found wasn't highly advanced cities with work but run-down collections of shacks, slums, the remnants of cities, all rife with crime.
Sacred left Prance a young colt with his tribe and made it to Equestria several years later, a fully grown and alone. His companions had slowly fell to the sands and creatures of the wastelands until it was just him, trotting alone on the ancient roads of Equestria. The wastelands within Equestria are significantly different to the muddy and dour moors of Prance, so adapting to the local area took some time. Sacred's primary skills are tracking, stalking and spying on his prey, all of which he gained in the years wandering the wastelands and living in the poverty of Prance. Ever since he arrived in Equestria, he had drifted amongst different groups, usually hanging around urban areas looking for work and along the way, improving his Equestrian (English?). The job of slave hunting was one that appealed to him and he eventually found himself working with slave masters and mercenaries to re-capture and occasionally execute the runaways. Anything for some money to get him through the next week.
Sacred has found common ground with the slavers and criminals of Fillydelphia but has repeatedly turned down offers to enter their services as internal politics do not interest him. At his heart, Sacred is an outdoors pony, more at home in the wastelands than in urban areas. He has dabbled in many kinds of weapons and tactics but finds it easier to track the target and leave the killing/chaining up to his companions. The wasteland is changing rapidly and Sacred, like he has done before, will just have to adapt to a new environment.
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Excelente.
I may re-touch the map some before I make things official. I want to act on the "not to scale" note some more on the official Equestria map so I can shuffle around a few cities and otherwise effect their spacing. This'd give me some room to add stuff like Salt Cube City to the map I believe if I do this.
I may re-touch the map some before I make things official. I want to act on the "not to scale" note some more on the official Equestria map so I can shuffle around a few cities and otherwise effect their spacing. This'd give me some room to add stuff like Salt Cube City to the map I believe if I do this.
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Prance
I lose my shit every time I read this. It's just too good.
I'm using my mediocre drawing skills still ^^; I'll hopefully be finished soon.
You shouldn't worry about using the official map of Equestria =P FO:E and a lot of the side fics were started before it was released so they won't match up
You shouldn't worry about using the official map of Equestria =P FO:E and a lot of the side fics were started before it was released so they won't match up
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Strudel said
I'm using my mediocre drawing skills still ^^; I'll hopefully be finished soon.You shouldn't worry about using the official map of Equestria =P FO:E and a lot of the side fics were started before it was released so they won't match up
I know, but I feel like I could play with it more to make Equestria seem larger.
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So are we having a loose story/background events at all or are we just pissing about the Wasteland?
So far I have this picture:
(I'm still new to drawing clothes and my ponies are medicore ^^; )
I'll work on the rest!
So if we're setting the RP after the events of the original what are we going to do? I know it's sandbox but I'm just a little worried that we lose radiation and taint as well as some of the major 'evil' forces.
(I'm still new to drawing clothes and my ponies are medicore ^^; )
I'll work on the rest!
So if we're setting the RP after the events of the original what are we going to do? I know it's sandbox but I'm just a little worried that we lose radiation and taint as well as some of the major 'evil' forces.
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Nice job on the picture, Strudel. Pretty impressive in my opinion.
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