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Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Su

Alright thanks boss. I'll keep working on it. Tonight.

Lilith: A Fallout RP

@Su

Hey boss just making sure my race choice is okay. I wanna continue working on it After work but wasn't sure about the race yet. Lemme know?

Lilith: A Fallout RP

Fascinating

Artoria Stanko

[Scientist]

Personal Stats

Age and Date of Birth: 32 (tells everyone 25) January 2252

Gender: Feminine

Species: Third gen Synth

Profession: Institute Bio-Science Department Virologist, on long range assignment

Psychological History

Motivations and Outlook (Personality):

Driven to prove herself and dedicated to her work. Fiercely loyal and appreciative of the trust and work she has been given. She feels pride and happiness for the assignment she's been given.

Generally speaking Artorias has a huge disliking of things that are disorganized. And knowing how the surface is, with it's ruins and broken down items it's a daily occurence that she might have a little bit of a temper tantrum over seeing people on the surface just ignoring things that could be so easily repaired and used again.

Another pet peeve tends to be the ignorance of embracing science and technology. she can see it clearly again almost everyday, as just the most basic of technology and science is used in some places. And even willfully ignored and shunned in others.

She will gladly gush over any piece of scienctific gear, tool or practice that she can add to her notes. And will often go into abit of a fangirl moment as she will try and examine the item or practice from all angles and compare it to the tools or practices from the Institute.

Again generally speaking she finds almost all of the surface people very much backwards. But having grown up in the Institute, she knows she can't change everything in a day, as much as she'd like too. And sadly the two main factions who have continued to embrace science and technology are the Legion of Steel and the Enclave who she just does not get along with what so ever.

Backstory:

It's a perfect society, a perfectly safe and healthy place to be. Down in the Institute. The home of some of the greatest minds in the entire former United States wasteland.

Other advanced factions say they are the smartest or the most advanced. But the Institute knows better.

It was in that environment that Artoria was born. Some 32 years ago born as a bouncing pale-pink bundle of joy to Jon and Cricia Stanko. A healthy baby, who upon being swatted by the helper boy, had let out a hearty wail. She was cleaned and handed to her mother to learn the beat of her heart. And that was the first few moments of Artoria Stanko.

Attention, new batch of synths to be printed, sleeved and activated. ETA, Nine minutes. Advise build team to be on hand to head off any problems.

Attention Synth case Alpha Romeo Tango Oscar Romeo India Alpha One Sierra next in queue, sleeve for female form, prepare history tapes.

She would grow up peacefully and happily. Being taught by some of the best minds among the Institute staff. It was a good young life at first. A young and thoughtful child who absorbed information like a sponge. Almost seeming to have an encyclopedia in her mind that filed away facts with ease.

Throughout her young life this would persist a gluttony for knowledge. Her parents urging her on. With all that confidence she sought excel and as the years went by she matched on the idea of medicine and viruses. She was 18 when she began an apprenticeship with the Medical sub department in the Bio Sciences section of the facility. And that was the point where she found her passion. Beginning her studies to become a Virologist.

Attention: Endo-skeleton assembly complete. Third Generation chassis has been completed. Unit ARTORIA 1-S, unit proceeding to memory engram implantation. ETA to completion seven hours. Memory team be ready for delivery.

For about a decade Artoria would study and work, gaining no real notice, but still a diligent student and researcher. Compiling notes and helping to create the medicines needed to keep the enclosed city healthy and hale.

She'd work hard, creating a new database to keep track of the sicknesses that would come through the enclosed community, to help the medics and researchers to keep track of what worked and what didn't.

Some time later one of the Directors would point out that though The Institute had a supply of FEV, they had only done studies on what they had managed to create and what is nearby in the Commonwealth. They had little information on areas outside of their immediate area.

So they sent out word, "Who would brave the wastes outside to retrieve information on FEV mutations? Several will be sent out who is brave enough?" And Artoria put her name forward. An endeavour to help out more? She's take it gladly.

Attention: Data and memory engram at 97% completion. Begin equipment and item placement. Surface team make ready for transport. Courser Juliet Oscar India 19-Hotel, on standby. ARTORIA 1-S to be deployed immediately.

The fateful day came and Artoria Stanko set out, with a set of Institute survival gear, a full body set of science containment armor, a companion hover droid, her gear, weapons for protection and the directive to learn as much as she can about the FEV and other viruses, bacteria and things that could add to the Institute's knowledge base.

Flaws:

High levels of personal insecurity in her ability. Having spent the majority of her life in the below ground portions of the Institute and unknowing of her synthetic origins she has a complex over her perceived inadequacies.

Unknowing of her Synth origins. Memories implanted say she was born to a pair of scientists, one working in Medicine, the other working in Robotics.

Relationships and Reputation:

Jon and Cricia Stanko - Her Parents, both still alive but getting on in age, still working in the Institute. Jon in Medicine and Cricia in Robotics.

The Institute and the Board of Directors - Noted down as a special assignment Virologist, has very high positive reputation with the organization

NCR - Virtually unknown, seen as an oddity in fact, Neutral reputation

Legion and Enclave - Holds slightly bad reputation with both factions as The Institute continues to be outside their control.

Raiders and Slavers - High negative reputation. She will usually run, but in a combat situation she will not hesitate to kill these factions

Tribals - Neutral Reputation generally. As long as they don't try to attack her while she's going about her work she has no problem. But there has been a few problems here and there so she tends to be wary.

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

Skills and Equipment

Skills:

Virology: Practiced and educated extensively in the study of viruses, trained to understand what sicknesses viruses can cause.

Researcher: Note taking, specimen collection, record keeping, all meant to bring back as much information as possible.

Energy weapon training: As per Institute protocol all Institute personal are trained in the use of energy weapons.

Institute Gear repair and care taking: Mostly self explanatory, she understands the care and repair of her equipment.

Weapons:

- Primary: n/a see Misc.
- Secondary: Institute Plasma Defender
- Melee: Survival Machete

Armor/Clothes:

Full body enclosing Institute bio hazard suit with armor plating and shielded bubble helmet. Air tight and designed to keep the wearer safe from most biohazard problems. Everything from acid protection, to radiation protection, but is very light on ballistic protection but has a rather good rating against stabs, cuts and slashes.

Personal belongings: A picture of her parents, a picture of her room back in the Institute and her mission orders in the form of a small disk.

Misc: Drone A2, a research and defense drone with a small 12.7 SMG built into the chassis, functioning in place of a primary weapon. The Drone also has various science and research tools built into it.

This is also very much a work in progress. But I have the start of something here.

EDIT: I think I'm done!

@Su

Lilith: A Fallout RP

I am going to throw my hat into the interested pile...

The Prophecy of Ash (A Dark Souls RP) ~Re-Boot?~

@Dark Cloud

so this kinda fell through?

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

@Kumbaris@13org@King Cosmos

The exhausted Shaman and his troupe of performing Gods

Michael sat there a time letting his pipe st eagle whistle rest across his chest. The three gods spent a moment rubbing the surface of the drum. Something oddly respectful in the action. After a moment Michael smiles at Faye. He nods "The shaman of the Americas have tried very hard to retain the rituals and magic of the old times. It's more caring I think more appreciative of what we have and thus can say we lived well with what we have."

He gives another big smile "And then..." He trailed off watching the tail end of the young girl being lead to the afterlife. As the girl reaches the door he calls to her "Nimis, I'm happy I met you. You really helped us. Rest well." The girl smiles and giggles then with a little skip she follows Madeline. Michael hums at Faye's comment. "Magic is magic. It's the intent not the source." He nods then looks about.

As the drum shrinks back down to hand held size he begins to pack up everything. Except for the pipe stem he actually breaks out the carved Jade stone bowl that has been shaped into am eagle theme with outstretched wings and taloned feet. As the gods finish cleaning up Michael packs the pipe bowl with Indian tobacco. The pure stuff. Attaches stem to bowl produces a box of matches and with a swipe lights match sets flame to tobacco and begins to pray in Cree. An aura of peace and calm pulsing from the man. The pipe smoke billowing about him. A prayer to those lost and to the grace of friends and family. Closing put the ritual he had performed. The magic of it kept the residual portal in view but the ritual he performed appears to be complete.

The Prophecy of Ash (A Dark Souls RP) ~Re-Boot?~

Loony Bin?

Name: Lorkan Du'Pree

Monikers: The Erstwhile Scholar, The Shunned Student

Place of Birth: Vinheim

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing some 6 feet tall even, thin and severe, with long lanky black hair that reaches under his shoulders. His skin is pale and waxy textured. His fingertips have been nearly permanently stained an inky black because of years spent writing papers, and then after a fateful event long hours spent writing out personal notes and spell formulas. He will often be found wearing Vinheim student attire but since he is no longer with the school he has had it customized to be made of black soft leather. The cap changed into a broad brimmed hat, similar but not to the degree of another famous scholar.

Status: Unhollowed

Biography: Growing up in Vinheim, pretty much from day one Lorkan had been fascinated with Sorcery. He'd watch from the sides of the street while helping to sell his families shoes at their cobbler's workhouse. As he would help to nail the leather soles to the base of the shoe he'd look over towards the school and watch the sorcerers and scholars come and go. A time or two in his youth he saw none other then Big Hat Logan come and go. He'd watch in awe as Sorcerer's would come out sometimes to show their spells to people and advertise the merits of entering the Dragon School.

He aged as all humans do, and when he was old enough he managed to procure a scholarship, and entered the school as a student. And though he wasn't as high on the social totem pole as some within the walls he was studious and intelligent. He worked hard. And gained the right to learn the secrets of sorcery. Some of so called greater standing would try to bring him down, but he'd soldier on. Using everything his scholarship would be able to give him. Soon outstripping those naysayers.

But then that's the main reason he fell. Him doing so well not only gained him enemies among the young lords and ladies who studied at the School, but it also left him often without anything to study and learn. So he began to branch out. Always with the promise never to touch the darker of the soul arts of course. When once in the library he found himself in a dark quiet corner, and there on a pedestal left out perhaps by someone by accident was a journal of a place long lost. Words like the Abyss, and Dusk, and Oolacile. He didn't know what it was, but in it he found the blueprint to a spell.

Weeks later he thought himself alone late at night at a practice ground. His Soul Spears and Soul Arrows and Soulmass came easily as he practiced. Until he couldn't resist. Taking his catalyst in hand...and the burst of magic was heady. A black blast of sorcery raced across and obliterated the target. He panted grinning from ear to ear. There had to be more to learn. And there was, but he never learned a new spell. He practically lived in the Library gaining a pale complexion and waxy skin. He studied every book he could find about the Abyss. Until one day he was found by three students and four teachers. Hunched over a lectern amongst piles of old tomes.

A tribunal called, and he was accused of studying magic that is forbidden. He would argue that as Dragon School students was it not their right to study all types of sorcery? The tribunal of the headmaster and other teachers would find him guilty. Banned form the school, exiled from Vinheim. But the addiction still held strong. A need to find more of those dark magics. Learn them all. And Prove the Vinheim School wrong. He journeyed to Anor Londo, and the areas around it, in hopes of finding more. For the books spoke of there being an Abyss there. And the Abyss had yet to steer him wrong.

Personality: A determined, and driven Sorcerer. Quiet and direct as he knows what he wants to do and there is little else he wants to do. He will care for himself, eat, sleep what have you, but he has a personal quest and he is dead set on doing that. He at this point may not be completely sane, his quest to learn more dark sorceries is all that is on his mind, that and the heady burst of pleasure from casting them.

Skills:

Dragon School Sorcery(Positive Skill) - Knowing almost all of the base Soul Spells. The Arrows and the Spear and the Soulmass, as well as a single Dark Orb sorcery.

Bookish Intelligence(Neutral Skill) - A student and researcher at heart. He's gained a great deal of book knowledge. But is somewhat inexperienced in real life knowledge.

Addicted to Forbidden Knowledge (Negative Skill) - Having had a taste of dark soul magic, he now has the addiction that brought places like New Londo and Oolacile low, an addiction to dark things.

Equipment: Sorcerer's Catalyst, with a clear caduceus pattern to it. Dark dyed leather Vinheim scholars outfit. Unadorned short sword for personal defense. A backpack full of supplies, food, water and magical scrolls and parchment and writing tools.

Other: Calling dibs on the first to go right mad as a hatter before the end of the RP.

The Prophecy of Ash (A Dark Souls RP) ~Re-Boot?~

Good afternoon.

I'm assuming this is still on the table?

And if so, I'd like to throw my hat into the ring if that's alright.

And if not that's fine. I can just observe.

The Prophecy of Ash ~Open For Jolly Cooperation!~

So is this still on the table?

Mad Max: Gastown Derby

Let's not keep this buried.

Hopefully there are others out there who might want in?