Andreyich

War Never Changes III: Annals of the East

@Irredeemable btw, I'm pretty sure Cockburne's army would have run into the natives quite a lot on their long march from the West to the Midwest and East (especially when they were needing to replenish their losses from slaughtering the Chicago Enclave) so there's probably some common history. Most likely the muties kidnapped some people for FEV dipping but now try to sort of make amends to allow some measure of trade to go down, or if not then continue the usual business

War Never Changes III: Annals of the East

@Andreyich I believe @Yam I Am has done it. Also, @FalloutJack Something to keep in mind is that the Iroquois Confederacy, where the Grand Confederacy draws a lot from, has a lot of pre-war tribal ties to the Cherokees, who live in the areas your Enclave now inhabit. If you mistreat the local tribals, the Confederacy will be pissed. If you don't, the confederacy will merely be extremley concerned at having the government come back to mistreat them all over again.

@Irredeemable

Havent seen it

War Never Changes III: Annals of the East

Id be honoured if someone could map all the claims

The Crownless King

Sure

War Never Changes III: Annals of the East

The armies of Slasher and Johnson both had around a thousand mutants in their ranks, but they functioned very differently. Johnson in many ways represented the old ways. A new Attis or Gammorin or Keene or Tabitha, they were a true horde. They travelled with whatever they could carry on their hands or back, fully expecting that through slaughter or intimidation they would grab loot, potentially discarding what they arrived with entirety as their meagre ammo stores ran out in favour for better craft. They had brought some FEV with them but for the most part they expected to replenish their numbers by assimilating other supermutant warbands or finding new FEV.

Slasher was entirely different in modus operandi. He did the professionalism implied in "Cockburne's army" justice, it was a true Expedition. Almost half of the force was dedicated to the support of those who would be fighting. Smiths, mechanics, commanders, radio operators, medics, technicians, negotiators. They rode a column with brahmin towing many carts of supplies, RVs were bearing labs, smithies, repair rooms. Cars were used and modified to bring mutants into the close combat they had such an advantage over humans in. Trucks were armoured to make APCs, tractors modified to be IFVs and bulldozers turned into veritable tanks. Only a few hundred mutants of the more than thousand strong force would find themselves going off to raid, fight, scavenge or more peaceful matters trade, investigation, diplomacy. The rest would remain at the camps they would form to ensure the rest would work as efficiently as possible in the field.

But ultimately they were born of the same root and terminated in the same goal.

Johnson’s Army first headed North for a detour to the great lake coast, hoping to strike at the lucrative trade routes there. They did just that of course. Johnson sat on the pile of heads that his underlings had assembled him, watching through the hundreds of mutants before him walk over to present what tribute they had recovered from the town that had been hit. One brought a gatling laser, another a rack of fusion cores, a third a water purification chip. Good, but none were what was truly wanted. Cockburne had commanded that they go East, but Johnson was confident he was making the right choice by not rushing and first consolidating his resources. But no, this paltry town would not do. He threw over his shoulder the helmeted head of the Chieftain of the place, supposed to be some great warrior without parallel. Rising up by his improvised handholds, Johnson grinned at the squelches before moving to address his troops. The mutant had to admit that Cockburne’s methodes were effective. It felt good to have all the flat-capped heads of his armies turn at once with a salute as he cleared his throat.

“One more hour for the looting, then we move out!” he cried out. Nightkin with the army were to later clean up, and leave no trace that it was Cockurne’s army that had been behind the atrocity, with but a few supermutants heading south with the slaves of the place to dip them into FEV back in Titan City. It was a good day’s work, yes. But greater treasures awaited!

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Slasher was a second generation supermutant, hence the less articulate, tribal name. But potential was seen in him by Attis who had implanted cybernetics into him to ensure he would perform far above what he was born into by the FEV of Texas. Now he was in a position almost akin to the Lieutenant of centuries past, serving the new De Facto Master of supermutants: Jordan Cockburne. But he did not let himself by trapped in what many called old world blues, even if his definition of the term differed by quite a bit from what most humans defined it as. Though bearing wisdom of his own, Slasher believed in the wisdom of Cockburne. The Colonel was wise, for he saw past the pettier conquests of Attis, Gammorin, and the others. He knew that what mattered was the survival of the supermutant race.

His service to the glorious leader had lead him East. Cockburn’e army had good knowledge of the Pitt through the traders that travelled between there and Columbus. But beyond that Pitt was a very alien place to the super mutants. These new treasures had to come into grasp of the Army. Overlooking the billowing cloud of smoke and evaporated coolant that his column made, he knew that this was the future. Eventually the cures to the ails of the supermutant race would be found. Eventually Unity would be achieved, as all men would see the wisdom of super-mutation. Violence would not need to be had! After all, why would men refuse to become so clearly better?

Pressing down the pedal of his command vehicle, Slasher grinned. The Master would reward him for this.

Andy's hunt for kin-spirit dreggs

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Gail Avery

Gail 'Facestomper' Avery

Infiltrator

Personal Stats

Age and Date of Birth: January 19 2070

Gender: Male

Species: Supermutant — Mariposan strain, stealthboy affected physiology

Profession: Odd job man

Psychological History

Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Avery is a nightkin leading to a specific set of traits in his personality. He still firmly believes in the master's vision of Unity where all men are united as mutants. Similarly, like all nightkin he has a serious case of schizophrenia. This crushes the demeanour of a once calm, and collected supermutant into becoming an anxious, irritable mess.

Backstory: Gail was born just before the Great War, his parents bringing him to a vault where he was spared nuclear hellfire. He lived happily raising a famil of his own, but history would not let him escape a second disaster. When the Master's army formed, he was one of the many vault dwellers it kidnapped to subsequently dip in forced evolutionary virus. An intelligent man in his past life, he was also rather small and came out as such in comparison to other supermutants. Combined with losing much of his memory, he become a good servant of the master, and following many successful raids on foes of Unity he became a natural candidate for joining the ranks of nightkin.

As time went on however, the Unity made powerful enemies in the Brotherhood of Steel and the proto-NCR. Coming into conflict with them, it eventually collapsed with the death of the Master. Gail followed the Gammorin army that formed out of the Master's army almost all the way until the Midwest, until fighting a raider band he got isolated for days whilst evading them, eventually left behind by the rest of the army. With that he went back West, there eventually finding home in Jacobstown with other supermutants. This however was not something he could sustain. He had far too much difficulty inhibiting his violence and getting along with much of the rest of the community despite them likewise being mutants. This prompted him to go further West yet again, to seek out the ruins of Mariposa. There he lived for some time, pondering his past. He was surprised to find at some point a human that did not shoot at him passing by, an event that gave him the confidence to eventually find a community where he offered to do physical labours in exchange for a small amount of food and caps. In spending short times with settlements that could be reasonable enough to not attempt to kill him on site Avery found that this way he could still find a sense of community that he missed with the collapse of the Master's army, whilst still not having the frustration that he so often had spending long periods of time around people following his nightkin schizophrenia being developed.

Recently a more lucrative gig popped up, and when he surprisingly found that they were accepting of super-mutants he was glad to accept it.

Flaws: The flaws of Avery can be summarized with the fact he is a nightkin. He has schizophrenia, is hated by much of the wasteland for simply existing, and he has pecuiliar views on the world that make cooperating with non mutated wastelanders very difficult.

Relationships and Reputation: As all mutants, Avery doesn't have many positive relationships with people. Communities of all sorts ostracize him for his mere existence. At the same time, he struggles to get along with other people, including fellow mutants as his schizophrenia gets in the way. At the same time, he is marginally better off in dealing with humans as he has come to believe that though all humans should be dipped in FEV as per with wisdom of the Unity, they should be taught that this is a matter they should do voluntarily. As such, he has worked many jobs as a mercenary and odd job man in the North of the NCR and surrounding territories.

Opinions on Team: (To be filled out whenever you feel like your character has enough information on fellow player characters.)

Skills and Equipment

Skills: As all nightkin, Avery's skills lie largely in sneaking, and violence. As a former elite of the Master's army he learned the basics of things like first aid, but only marginally more than the average wastelander. He can lockpick and do some basic hacking that has been needed to help get close to targets of assassination.

Weapons:

- Primary: Sniper rifle
- Secondary: Nothing
- Melee: A rebar club

Armor/Clothes: Scraps of miscellanous clothing all sewn together to make a patchwork of many, many pockets to hold things, largely his great supply of stealth boys. For protection he relies on the natural improvements supermutants had over humans.

Personal belongings: A book with notes on his past.

Misc: (Anything you want to add that's not covered in the CS)

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Andreyich

The silencer is the issue lol. I'm fine with a normal sniper rifle.

@Su

okay

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Andreyich

Make it an unsilenced sniper rifle and we have a deal. You still have a lot of stealth capabilities with the stealthboys

@Su

Silenced varmint rifle instead? or is the silencer the point of the objection

War Never Changes III: Annals of the East

<Snipped quote by Jeddaven>

Number One didn't like that.

@FalloutJack

the opinions of a bitch dont matter