Darcs

Seeking Rpers with Flair and Dramatics - Updated 7/30

Your Princess is in Another Castle seems like a fun idea to play around with, Enchantress, too. Color me interested!

The Dust: Begin Again

Oxymoron alert.

@Monochromatic Rainbow

It's basically this

>be hedon
>living in my own land
>it's pretty small (only a million acres) but I don't mind living modestly as long as I have freedom
>last few months have been pretty boring, I haven't even been able to visit other lands
>their owners haven't yet decided to sign a contract allowing me temporary physical occupation of their property
>business has been tough, a lot of employees haven't been able to cover their innovation quotas so I kicked them out
>I hope they are fine, I actually care a lot about people, that's why I donate to charity
>like that time I donated a penny to that charity contest
>it would decide who would occupy the new vacancy at mr. shekelton's foundry
>how generous of mr. shekelton to offer his employment capacity to the charity
>thanks to men like him we live in this utopia
>walking around the limits of my property I see a man lying horizontally on neighbor land
>he looks malnourished and is covered in rags, he is probably an employee of the property owner
>I yell at him "you lazy bum, you should get back to work!"
>"don't you see how ungrateful of you it is to do nothing when the graceful owner of this property has generously allowed you to make a living working for him?"
>he replies "sir, I actually am not an employee of the…"
>he couldn't finish the sentece, I had already shot him in the head
>how dare he violate another person's property
>nearby workers of the land look at me with hate in their eyes
>I am not worried, they won't try anything funny
>they know that any attempt to violate the NAP will be met with instant airstrikes from the non-statist private property protection agency
>I tell you, we could never have achieved such efficiency if we had to consider "workers' rights" like a state would have forced us to
>I go back to my mansion where I live by myself, even though I occassionally get visits from female employees, if you know what I mean
>getting laid has never been easier since capitalism figured it could use women like property and currency
>just another way capitalism makes life better for everyone
>I get a notification on my surveillance device, which I use to keep track of my employees
>Smith-36 will turn 18 today, how splendid
>tonight I will probably visit the family
>I'll be sure to bring the customary birthday omelette and the contract where she must sign in herself for life
>it's just a little device I figured to prevent the eventuality of employees leaving for an employer that will offer them a better deal
>certainly, only through voluntaryism can a person enter any contract he wants, just another wonder of ancapistan
>oh boy, I remember the first time I introduced that contract
>there was a huge outrage, but I told them that I would fire those who didn't accept, so they signed the contract voluntarily
>matters have been so simple ever since
>sometimes I just sell some employees (or their children) to another capital owner
>sometimes I take the cute ones to my "private" "property", lol I'm such a playa, I got game theory hoe
>so anyway, on my way back to my mansion I find a crowd gathered around an old employee
>he is having a stoke, probably from exhaustion and his poor diet
>well, if he wanted to eat anything more than junk food he should become an entrepreneur
>junk food is like minimum wage, it's not meant actually maintain a person, everybody knows that
>haha, minimum wage, good thing that went away with the state
>it's better this way, now people are paid what they are worth
>if employers pay employees less than their labor is worth, then they wouldn't accept the deal
>it's simple economics everyone can understand, unlike that "surplus" bullshit they love to babble on about
>anyway, Johnson-87 was lying on the ground, dying
>the rest demanded that I did something about it
>I answered that it wouldn't be profitable, his health was very deteriorated
>the cost of taking care of his health would surpass the profit his work would provide me the rest of his short life
>he lived to be 27, though, he shouldn't complain
>another employee calls me tyrant monster and threatens to organize a strike if I don't do something
>I fire him and then fire at him for standing on my property without permission
>I then leave, admittedly angry, at the nerve of those worthless, selfish assholes
>oh well, at least I've got enough property and profit to stay competitive in the market
>all is good in hedonist land
>inb4 wintergold scum tell me I'm dishonorable

The Dust: Begin Again

Ugggggghhhhhhhhh.

So I am a lazy piece of trash and have a much easier time explaining certain aspects of the story in a casual conversational sense, than in the official capacity Aeon has set up for all the other factions. So, here's a quick tl;dr!

Wintergold and The Hedon/Hedonists are factions that were basically created simultaneously last year in RP time after, that whole mess beat Motum Diversum to a pulp.

The Hedonists grew in the south, after the majority Castalia Family mafia basically swore loyalty to a Judas within the Castalia family, who killed the old Don and exiled Lucania. They took Serenity, a very profitable city because of the Dam, and basically became rich by selling the power to everyone else, similar to Motum Diversum, but at an even higher rate. They exist to serve themselves, and are a very cutthroat people, even towards each other. Serenity is incredibly well defended, and full of mercenaries. The territory operates as a kind of libertarian slave based society. They're basically all lazy assholes. Also literal hedonists.

Wintergold is the other faction that came from the spiderbomb. Headed politically and economically by Lucania of the remains of the Castalia Family and Andrei of Moscow Echo (a sizable mercenary group based out of Wolfwater Lucania had been allied with for a few years prior). Wintergold's power comes from their vast wealth in the form commonly used currencies (bullets, although Lucania's trying to implement her own gold standard) and their connection to pretty much every criminal enterprise across Dust, including the return of private banking and a kind of proto-stock market. They've gotten pretty big over the past year, and have allies in private communities and in the Aqueous Protectorate and Gaens as well as in organized crime across Dust. They're basically a nation of "sophisticated" organized criminals and mercs, less cut-throat, more bound together by honor, tradition, history and religion. Currently at war with the Forsaken.

ALSO; the Aqueous Protectorate is basically just a region of the Aqueous faction that doesn't receive as much from the central government in the way of supplies and resources, but is promised protection in case they get attacked, and have much more self governing power.

If anyone has anymore lore questions, just ask! I am a nerd who is better at talking about it like this than writing it nearly as good as Aeon did (although I will fill their descriptions with something proper EVENTUALLY)-- Mono and I have been working on Wolfwater for months and it's huge and we'll post that eventually, also coming soonish-- OUR FIRST POST!

One word story.

butts

Ariel Darcs' Haunted Character Sheets

(old) Dali Wu-Cheng

Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng Daiyu
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Age: 40

Gender: Trans*, MtF

Appearance

Dali wears a standard Vault 72 jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

Occupation: Vault Radio Host

Brief Bio: Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 16, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 19, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the offical host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Personality: Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

Skills:

• Speech-- As someone who needs to speak for her job, Dali has developed this skill nicely, if oddly. Despite her radio persona, however, she actually isn't very good at addressing people face to face, and will appear outright shy to those who don't already intimately know her. But she has a gift for oration, and could move a crowd if given the opportunity. On another level of speech, she is a polyglot, speaking English, Chinese, and Spanish.
  
  "A friendly underground community, where the light is simulated, giant metal gears block out deadly radiation, and we lay awake in bed as the Overseer listens to us sleep.
  
  "Welcome to Vault 72."

• Barter-- The only instance in which one on one interaction seems to come naturally to her. She almost views barter as less of a conversation, and more like a game or dance. Two parties trying to get inside the other's head and maximize what they get out of the encounter. Dali can read people in these situations, which helps her ability to find good deals for both parties.
  
  "Constantly looking to buy make-up and new vinyls will certainly help you with that."

• Gambling-- She believes this is what helps her in gambling. Despite the usual stereotype of the Chinese, Dali does not have a head for numbers, her parents didn't have heads for numbers, her grand-parents were bad at numbers-- one of her ancestors was so bad at numbers she became a pirate! So while she'll never be an expert at counting cards, Dali does come from a family of people-readers, and encounters where someone may have even a slight tell give her a huge edge when it comes to gambling.
  
  "Playing cards with the girls from cremation make-up and records is infinitely less costly than buying it, after all...I believe. I don't know the exact math, but I definitely save caps."

• Aesthetics-- Dali has a knack for making things look... sound... be pretty! Be it in the art of make-up and figuring out what can and can't be used to emphasize certain features of one's face, improving the feng shui of a room or an outfit, or the right combination of songs to improve the mood of the vault.
  
  "Qi rides our recycled air and scatters, but is retained when encountering the vault's recycled water."
  
  "風水."

• DJing-- This relates to her work and her '6th sense' of what just... works, aesthetically. Years of practice, listening and a natural musical ear have melded her into a very good DJ.
  
  "I don't want to brag, but my spinning has netted me a few... fans."

• Acrobatics-- Dali's parent made her take up gymnastics as a hobby when she was still a small child. She hasn't kept up with it as her job and life have demanded more and more of her, but she still possesses above average agility, which is further boosted by her naturally small frame.
  
  "I was never one afraid to dodge the sensitive issues."

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83896-fallout-vault-dwellers/ooc

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(updated) Dali Wu-Cheng

Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng _{(family name)} Daiyu _{(given name)}
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Age: 40

Gender: Trans*, MtF

Appearance

Alt.

Dali wears a standard Vault jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

Personality: Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

Occupation: Vault Radio Host

Biography: Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 16, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 19, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the official host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Skills

Skills:

• Speech-- As someone who needs to speak for her job, Dali has developed this skill nicely, if oddly. Despite her radio persona, however, she actually isn't very good at addressing people face to face, and will appear outright shy to those who don't already intimately know her. But she has a gift for oration, and could move a crowd if given the opportunity. On another level of speech, she is a polyglot, speaking English, Chinese, and Spanish.
  
  "A friendly underground community, where the light is simulated, giant metal gears block out deadly radiation, and we lay awake in bed as the Overseer listens to us sleep.
  
  "Welcome to the Vault."

• Barter-- The only instance in which one on one interaction seems to come naturally to her. She almost views barter as less of a conversation, and more like a game or dance. Two parties trying to get inside the other's head and maximize what they get out of the encounter. Dali can read people in these situations, which helps her ability to find good deals for both parties.
  
  "Constantly looking to buy make-up and new vinyls will certainly help you with that."

• Gambling-- She believes this is what helps her in gambling. Despite the usual stereotype of the Chinese, Dali does not have a head for numbers, her parents didn't have heads for numbers, her grand-parents were bad at numbers-- one of her ancestors was so bad at numbers she became a pirate! So while she'll never be an expert at counting cards, Dali does come from a family of people-readers, and encounters where someone may have even a slight tell give her a huge edge when it comes to gambling.
  
  "Playing cards with the girls from cremation make-up and records is infinitely less costly than buying it, after all...I believe. I don't know the exact math, but I definitely save caps."

• Aesthetics-- Dali has a knack for making things look... sound... be pretty! Be it in the art of make-up and figuring out what can and can't be used to emphasize certain features of one's face, improving the feng shui of a room or an outfit, or the right combination of songs to improve the mood of the vault.
  
  "Qi rides our recycled air and scatters, but is retained when encountering the vault's recycled water."
  
  "風水."

• DJing-- This relates to her work and her '6th sense' of what just... works, aesthetically. Years of practice, listening and a natural musical ear have melded her into a very good DJ.
  
  "I don't want to brag, but my spinning has netted me a few... fans."

• Acrobatics-- Dali's parent made her take up gymnastics as a hobby when she was still a small child. She hasn't kept up with it as her job and life have demanded more and more of her, but she still possesses above average agility, which is further boosted by her naturally small frame.
  
  "I was never one afraid to dodge the sensitive issues."

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/85000-life-in-the-vault/ooc

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Dali Wu-Cheng (super new ver.)

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Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng _{(family name)} Daiyu _{(given name)}
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Allegiance: Vault 81 (estranged)
Occupation (former): Vault Radio Host, Scavenger
Occupation (current): Vault Exile, Scavenger, Traveling Radio Host

Race:
100% unmutated Human!

Sex:
Trans*, MtF

Age:
40

Companion(s):
Cvrie (Miss Nanny)

Inventory:
Traveling radio equipment
Pre-war clothes & Jewelry
Silenced 10mm pistol

Appearance:
When out and about, away from home and outside of the Vault, Dali wears expensive pre-war dresses, jewelry, and light leather protective gear. The dresses typically resembling oriental evening gowns instead of the more common summer dresses of the wasteland elite.

Dali, at home in vault 81, wears a standard Vault jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

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Personality:
Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she is slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

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Biography:
Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 15, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, at 16, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 17, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the official host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Years passed, and Dali's life was relatively calm-- she of course, was always a bit of a nuisance for the more conservative Overseer-- but the pair settled into something of a 'friendly rival' relationship. With Dali playing unauthorized music she had found on a scavenging trip in the wastes or airing a story that made the Vault Leadership look bad, being punished, and eventually going right back to it.

This changed when the Sole Survivor entered the scene.

Rising tensions in the Wasteland caused Vault 81 to become more secluded than before. Factions grew within the Vault, with some wanting to close their doors to even traders, and other wanting to actively seek protection from the Brotherhood, the Institute , or even the Railroad. Violence escalated in areas around the Vault, and although the Sole Survivor never stepped foot in the Vault, in his mad quest to find his son, the question was always there. "Would he kill us all?" Overseer McNamara and Dali's relationship became strained. Dali was a rabble rousing journalist, causing people to ask unnecessary questions-- McNamara was an ineffective leader who couldn't even procure basic resources for her citizens--

The breaking point, coming around the time of the great battle of the factions, was the illness of Austin Engill. The idea of a mole rat infestation was enough to get some people seriously rebelling, while McNamara failed to find the root cause of the illness of the child, Dali dug around, reading documents on the Overseer's terminal, coming to the conclusion that Vault 81 was bigger than anyone had known. Broadcasting her truths across the Vault, without a hero to step up for the life of the child, Dali herself was able to organize a group to go address the mole rat problem and find a cure--

This truth practically drove the Vault to civil war. Dali, and many in her party, contracted the molerat disease that was largely benign to adults, to save the life of the boy. Also uncovering a Miss Nanny unit by the name of Cvrie, she took something of a liking to the scavenging radio host, and the two have been companions since-- with Cvrie synthesizing purer hormones for Dali, and Dali bringing Cvrie along in her expeditions for more music.

At this point, The Overseer wanted people gone-- but couldn't simply have a hero such as Dali removed from the Vault forcefully, people wouldn't allow it-- the woman had become a hero, saved the life of a boy, and uncovered an entire new living space for the Vault residents. So, when the call to send people to not only prevent the Brotherhood from returning, but also to ensure a steady supply of fusion cores-- a resource the Vault needed-- it become obvious what she needed to do.

Nominate the Vault's hero and her robotic doctor for the expedition.

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Skills

Skills:

• Speech-- As someone who needs to speak for her job, Dali has developed this skill nicely, if oddly. Despite her radio persona, however, she actually isn't very good at addressing people face to face, and will appear outright shy to those who don't already intimately know her. But she has a gift for oration, and could move a crowd if given the opportunity. On another level of speech, she is a polyglot, speaking English, Chinese, and Spanish.
  
  "A friendly underground community, where the light is simulated, giant metal gears block out deadly radiation, and we lay awake in bed as the Overseer listens to us sleep.
  
  "Welcome to the Vault."

• Barter-- The only instance in which one on one interaction seems to come naturally to her. She almost views barter as less of a conversation, and more like a game or dance. Two parties trying to get inside the other's head and maximize what they get out of the encounter. Dali can read people in these situations, which helps her ability to find good deals for both parties.
  
  "Constantly looking to buy make-up and new vinyls will certainly help you with that."

• Gambling-- She believes this is what helps her in gambling. Despite the usual stereotype of the Chinese, Dali does not have a head for numbers, her parents didn't have heads for numbers, her grand-parents were bad at numbers-- one of her ancestors was so bad at numbers she became a pirate! So while she'll never be an expert at counting cards, Dali does come from a family of people-readers, and encounters where someone may have even a slight tell give her a huge edge when it comes to gambling.
  
  "Playing cards with the girls from cremation make-up and records is infinitely less costly than buying it, after all...I believe. I don't know the exact math, but I definitely save caps."

• Aesthetics-- Dali has a knack for making things look... sound... be pretty! Be it in the art of make-up and figuring out what can and can't be used to emphasize certain features of one's face, improving the feng shui of a room or an outfit, or the right combination of songs to improve the mood of the vault.
  
  "Qi rides our recycled air and scatters, but is retained when encountering the vault's recycled water."
  
  "風水."

• DJing-- This relates to her work and her '6th sense' of what just... works, aesthetically. Years of practice, listening and a natural musical ear have melded her into a very good DJ.
  
  "I don't want to brag, but my spinning has netted me a few... fans."

• Acrobatics-- Dali's parent made her take up gymnastics as a hobby when she was still a small child. She hasn't kept up with it as her job and life have demanded more and more of her, but she still possesses above average agility, which is further boosted by her naturally small frame.
  
  "I was never one afraid to dodge the sensitive issues."

roleplayerguild.com/topics/135012-fal…

Fallout: Vault Dwellers

A Slice of Life-Fallout RP seem like exactly what I need in my life right now...

I made a weirdo for it! She gets shit for being commie scum and everything!

Dali Wu-Cheng

Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng Daiyu
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Age: 40

Gender: Trans*, MtF

Appearance

Dali wears a standard Vault 72 jumpsuit, with some slight modifications. On her feet, she wears comfortable matching slippers, as opposed to those garish boots, the cuffs are rolled up to allow (gasp) some of her ankles to be shown. Her sleeves are rolled up high on her arms, bunching up around her shoulders. She keeps her front zipper rolled down just far enough to give the illusion of a sizable bust, without exposing the falsity of that reality.

She maintains a near constantly perfected appearance, following several hair and make-up routines, as well as keeping her nails polished and painted and the few accessories and jewelry matching. Due to scarcity of such non-essential beauty products in the vault, she has learned to improvise with which products she uses, and experiments in order to maintain her consistent image. Some would liken it to witchcraft.

Lastly, as someone raised against the unquestioning nature of typical Vault citizens. Dali was skeptic of the Pipboy 3000, and it's ability to potential give the Overseer to view all her vital at any given time. So for her 10th birthday, she opted to receive a wrist-mounted Pipboy 2000, with no biolink.

Occupation: Vault Radio Host

Brief Bio: Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 16, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 19, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the offical host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Personality: Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

Skills:

• Speech-- As someone who needs to speak for her job, Dali has developed this skill nicely, if oddly. Despite her radio persona, however, she actually isn't very good at addressing people face to face, and will appear outright shy to those who don't already intimately know her. But she has a gift for oration, and could move a crowd if given the opportunity. On another level of speech, she is a polyglot, speaking English, Chinese, and Spanish.
  
  "A friendly underground community, where the light is simulated, giant metal gears block out deadly radiation, and we lay awake in bed as the Overseer listens to us sleep.
  
  "Welcome to Vault 72."

• Barter-- The only instance in which one on one interaction seems to come naturally to her. She almost views barter as less of a conversation, and more like a game or dance. Two parties trying to get inside the other's head and maximize what they get out of the encounter. Dali can read people in these situations, which helps her ability to find good deals for both parties.
  
  "Constantly looking to buy make-up and new vinyls will certainly help you with that."

• Gambling-- She believes this is what helps her in gambling. Despite the usual stereotype of the Chinese, Dali does not have a head for numbers, her parents didn't have heads for numbers, her grand-parents were bad at numbers-- one of her ancestors was so bad at numbers she became a pirate! So while she'll never be an expert at counting cards, Dali does come from a family of people-readers, and encounters where someone may have even a slight tell give her a huge edge when it comes to gambling.
  
  "Playing cards with the girls from cremation make-up and records is infinitely less costly than buying it, after all...I believe. I don't know the exact math, but I definitely save caps."

• Aesthetics-- Dali has a knack for making things look... sound... be pretty! Be it in the art of make-up and figuring out what can and can't be used to emphasize certain features of one's face, improving the feng shui of a room or an outfit, or the right combination of songs to improve the mood of the vault.
  
  "Qi rides our recycled air and scatters, but is retained when encountering the vault's recycled water."
  
  "風水."

• DJing-- This relates to her work and her '6th sense' of what just... works, aesthetically. Years of practice, listening and a natural musical ear have melded her into a very good DJ.
  
  "I don't want to brag, but my spinning has netted me a few... fans."

• Acrobatics-- Dali's parent made her take up gymnastics as a hobby when she was still a small child. She hasn't kept up with it as her job and life have demanded more and more of her, but she still possesses above average agility, which is further boosted by her naturally small frame.
  
  "I was never one afraid to dodge the sensitive issues."

Cat

Tower of the Thin Line [still accepting]

@Shohmyoh So yeah, I don't think I'll be able to join this as a player this time around after all. I will definitely be lurking around and waiting for a round two, but for now I really need to put a little more effort into my own life.

(it's mostly getting money...)

I don't think I'd be able to put in all the time appropriate of an idea this rad, and I feel it's unfair of me to ask you to wait when p much everyone else here is ready to get started (although it is cool of you that you actually did wait!) Sorry if I caused any inconveniences.

@corneredbliss Thx good vibes totes received.

I'm going to hang around and read this as you guys go though, if y'all don't mind. It's rare that you see RPs with interesting premises that have clear set ending conditions. I think this will do really well, especially judging by the quality of the CSs' so far.

The Dust: Begin Again

The original battlestar is practically unwatchable after you've seen the new one. But yes, as far as space operas go the new one is a really great sci-fi glimpse into the human psyche under extreme conditions.

Also, aren't battlestars shit? The whole point was that they were shit right? Like there was only one left and it was just constantly breaking down and needing to be fixed and stuff.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

Mich you should read some Descartes