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Fallout Role Play [All welcome]

What kind of leeway do we have with equipment and the like? I'd imagine Obadiah would mostly use tribal type weapons, not necessarily things that were in game proper.

Fallout Role Play [All welcome]

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Name: Obadiah
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Occupation: Wanderer
Sexuality: Does it matter?
Nationality: Tribal-American
Race: Human
Karma: Neutral
Faction Allegiance: Tribal
Appearance:

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Obadiah is an imposing tribal, standing at 6'2", with a toned, muscular body. Her skin is the deep tan typical of tribals. Her clothing is a heavy leather armor, festooned with tribal fetishes and talismans. Her hair is cut short and tied back. It has a ruddy, earthy color.
Skills: Stealth, Survival, Melee, Unarmed
Brief History: Obadiah was born of her tribe, self-called the Mal'okai, but referred to by outsiders as 'The Cutskin' due to their ritual scarification. The Cutskin were a warrior people, which heavily emphasized the hunting of great beasts, and were highly nomadic, wandering about the lands north of the Capital Wasteland. This led them to be at odds with most of their neighboring peoples. As it often happens to tribals, the Cutskin found themselves targeted by slavers and raiders. Despite their war-like tendencies, and violent response, the Cutskin were worn down by constant attrition. Finally, there were barely enough to call themselves a tribe, and the Cutskin survivors fled.

Obadiah was one such survivor, having only recently having been inducted as a full status warrior of the tribe. She escaped the slaughter and enslavement of her people, along with a small band of other refugees, to the south, where they settled in with the various settlements of the Capital Wasteland. The defeat and destruction of her tribe, however, hung on Obadiah's mind, and she refused to settle, instead striking out once more to the wasteland, where she might prove herself a warrior and regain the honor of the Cutskin.

<Excited beeping>

Fallout Role Play [All welcome]

Would I be able to make a tribal type character? I know they weren't a huge thing in the Capital Wasteland, but there were some in the general area, as evidenced by Point Lookout.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

Hey. Sorry for disappearing. School and work in concert fucked me over good. I can keep going when all is ready.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

Post up this weekend boys.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

Technically not the weekend, but I'm technically not not garbage.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

MEAT

In the center of a twin bed, in a studio apartment on the ground floor of the Rogue-X building lay Howard Fairchild. A dormant, oblong blob, Howard looked to be asleep, until a small digital clock started buzzing loudly, blinking its red screen that read 8:30 AM. Howard stirred, roiling to life, and letting out a low inhuman groan. A pair of tentacles sprung from the mass, one gripping the bed frame to drag Howard to the edge of the bed, and the other moving in the opposite direction to grope for the snooze button on the clock. Instead, Howard rolled off the bed, flailing his limbs in a failed attempt at catching himself. Quickly he grew a mouth and voice box, to start a steady stream of half-muttered, sleep addled swears.

After a few minutes spent in misery on the floor, Howard roused himself fully, sprouting a pair of legs with which to amble about the bed and switch off the alarm. An announcement came over the building's intercomm. The AI called everyone to the lounge in fifteen minutes. Howard make a soft chuffing noise, almost like a chuckle to himself. Without a need to shower or dress he'd at least have time for breakfast. Howard moved out the door, and shifted until he was approximately standing upright in his apartment's small kitchen. Humming to himself, he gathered ingredients cheerfully. When he wasn't eating for biomass, he was glad to enjoy his meals. In a few minutes, Howard had prepared a simple dish of scrambled eggs on toast, which was quickly shredded to bits inside a maw far too horrifying for breakfast. Still, he hummed with satisfaction.

Moving out from his apartment, Howard shifted to humanoid form in preparation for joining his companions. No sense in breaking the habit now. Moving with little urgency, Howard ambled down the hallway and into the lounge. Already the room was filling with his compatriots, and Howard's slit mouth curled upwards in a smile. It was toothy, and curled halfway up his head, but it was genuine as he greeted the gathered. "Hiya guys! Guess I'm kinda late, huh? Sorry, breakfast came first." Howard's voice was a little strained with the effort of maintaining human tone. "So Serenity, what's got us all up so early? Something fun?"

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

Post up today. Howard joins the fray.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

All these jumbo/large posts. I'm intimidated.

Forgotten Heroes: Marvel's Underdogs

I shall have a post up come weekend, methinks.