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Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Yeah I never finished it either, I plan on going back to it but...Overwatch has consumed my existence.

The Shifting Sands [Reboot]

This sounds amazingly fun! I'm super interested in playing but would like to know more about the world before making a character sheet.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

wh....what? So much happened in such a short span of time and over the course of me sleeping and going to work :O

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Appearance

Patches Rutledge, The Treasure Hunter; 22

Race: Gen 3 Synth with memory replaced

Primary Skills: Survival, Small Guns, Repair

SPECIAL
S: 4
P: 7
E: 5
C: 4
I: 7
A: 6
L: 7

Inventory

Leather armor/What's in the picture
Deathclaw Tooth Necklace
Goggles
leather gloves
leather backpack:
x10 bobby pins
x1 stimpack
x5 radaway
canteen of water
small pocket journal with 3 pencils
x3 pork and beans
x2 brahmin jerky
x2 nuka cola
x1 silver, flip lighter
Anything I forgot to mention that's in the picture
10mm pistol
hunting rifle
combat knife
x150 bottle caps
A note state how much he owes to Don O'Donovan
Biographical book of Heinrich Schliemann

History

Patches grew up in the coastal region referred to as Charlie's Town. Though, no one quite knows who Charlie is or how he claims ownership of the vast, South Carolina area. He, Patches, was born in The Citadel, built in and around what was once a military college, where he lived with his family; mom, dad, sister, and a brother. Being the middle child, Patches felt like an outsider in his family. He took to wading through the public library of The Citadel. There, he befriended the librarian, a crazy old man who had the energy of a toddler but the body of a dying scholar. Though his family was not poor, they certainly were not rich either as they took to living in The Dogs Den, a slum area in The Citadel, close to the Ashley River of Charlie's Town. His dad was part of The Citadel's science division, experimenting and finding ways to make life easier for everyone, while Patches' mom spent her days working in the diner closer to the center of town. His older sister, after attending class taught by the militia, would hang out with her friends while Patches and his younger brother kept to themselves.

And that's how they lived for a while. Patches would spend as much time as he could in the library with the old scholar, learning of times since gone, and of the wars people had fought. And the adventures they had. He eventually happened upon a, somehow still in tact, biography of a man named Heinrich Schliemann. A German archaeologist, or treasure hunter, who found locations mentioned in an old poem about war in Greece. Patches fell in love with the idea of doing what he did. There was so much to see of the world, though it was certainly dangerous, and he grew tired of seeing it through the eyes of writers. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.

This thought led to him venturing to different parts of The Citadel, finding all the nooks and crannies he could, eavesdropping on people, tailing others, climbing the buildings, he was a true explorer of the city. But as he grew older, after his mother died from a robbery, he felt he had outgrown his adventuring tendencies. His friends had convinced him to join the militia, to defend another robbery from taking someone else's mother. Although, as soon as he had finished his training, one of his friends, Jet Set, ran to his group gasping for breath. "I've found s-s-something wicked!" He said, "A place full of shiny shit!" It piqued everyone's interest, especially the adventurer inside of Patches.

It was agreed that after graduation, they would spend their last free day outside of The Citadel; to find where Jet Set had found treasure. They immediately got lost. Traveling the winding streets of the urban jungle that was Charlie's Town, each having only cadet weapons, they decided to rest inside an apartment building. That's when the raiders attacked. Faces painted white with powder and giant poofy wigs, the raiders took out half of them before they too were killed. Now only a group of three, Patches began to have second thoughts on finding the treasure but he couldn't let his friends die in vain. Together, he, Jet Set, and Carlos Vasquez ventured towards the Charleston museum.

But Jet had failed to mention the Deathclaw. Immediately, Carlos was killed as Patches and Jet ran through the museum as quick as they could to hide. Three days passed as they hid in the museum, the Deathclaw having them trapped, until they heard gunfire. Peeking their head out, Jet's uncle, a captain in the militia, and a few militia men calling for them. Sadly, they didn't know of the Deathclaw. The fight broke out, if you could call it a fight, as the Deathclaw killed the militia men while sustaining heavy injuries. Eventually only Jet's uncle was left. In an attempt to save Jet's uncle, he and Jet ran forward to kill the beast with a dilapidated spear cavemen used to wield. Right through the heart, the spear went, but not before the Deathclaw had taken one more life. He died a few minutes after.

All Patches remembers is waking up in the his bed back at the Citadel. He looked around to see his dad sleeping in a chair, his lab coat on and sweat on his brow. He soon found out that Jet lost his arm in the Deathclaw attack but made it out safely, the spear had killed the beast. His father told him to take getting back to normal life slowly, apparently Patches had sustained quite a few injuries from the attacks of both the Wig Wearing Raiders and the Deathclaw. Although, eventually, Patches was up and moving again feeling better than ever. His sister acted differently, most likely due to her training to join the militia, while his brother went to live at the dorms of the college; The Institute of Science. He'd seen him often, his younger brother checking up on Patches as Patches struggled to find a job or something to do to pass the time.

Over time, his sister would lead a campaign to a region near the mountains while his brother would delve deeper into his teachings. Patches turned to scavenging once more, much to the dissatisfaction of his father, and repairing whatever he found to sell. In his down time, he'd spend nights with Jet Set, now with a metal arm thanks to The Institute, at the bar gambling. As time would pass, Patches would accumulate a severe debt to pay for his father's medical bills, he had fallen ill from old age, and had missed too many payments. The man, Don O'Donovan, in charge of his debt took Patches to the outskirts of The Citadel to kill him. Until a messenger ran up and handed a slip of paper to Don.

"You've got an angel on your side. Get lost." He said with a gun pointed at Patches' head, "If I see you around these parts without my money...you and your family are dead." And on that note, Patches was exiled from Charlie's Town, left to wander and find money to pay off his debt and see his family and friend. One night, spending what little caps he had saved for food in a tavern, he overheard people talking about a dangerous, untapped place far south. A place where scavengers died, mutants ran rampant, a deadly stretch of land that no one had gone into.

The ultimate place to hunt for treasure...Florida.

I changed my history, changed a skill I had, and added a note to my inventory. Please review to see if it's alright with you. I just changed all paragraphs down from the fourth one from the bottom.

Mooncrest Island Psychiatric Ward (Asylum/Supernatural Powers RP)

This sounds interesting! Are there any plans for what'll happen if we escape? Does everyone at this place have powers or are we in a separate area from them because of our powers?

Bite - A zombie RP

This sounds interesting! What area is it based in? Which type of "zombies" are they; fast, slow, mutated, etc?

I've got a few questions that I'm sure would/could be answered in an OOC if it makes it to that point! But color me interested!

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

I'm thinking of playing a synth like Nick Valentine, having an explorer's mind encoded into me, or just a Gen 3 that either doesn't know it yet by memory wipe or just have my dad be slightly psycho runaway from the institute as he made a family of synths to resemble a dead one he had long ago.

What do you guys think? I'd love to have a large variety, which one sounds more interesting to y'all?

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Yeah, I think it'd be cool for everyone to stick together. Maybe set up a small base of operations and maybe have a few people go on missions with different people for variety while the others deal with problems at the base or set it up?

If it comes to that situation. Otherwise, sticking together seems fine to me. If it gets too much, splitting into two groups is the max, I think.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Appearance

Patches Rutledge, The Treasure Hunter; 22

Race: Human / Doesn't know he's a Gen 3 synth

Primary Skills: Survival, Guns, Medicine

SPECIAL
S: 4
P: 7
E: 5
C: 4
I: 7
A: 6
L: 7

Inventory

Leather armor/What's in the picture
Deathclaw Tooth Necklace
Goggles
leather gloves
leather backpack:
x10 bobby pins
x1 stimpack
x5 radaway
canteen of water
small pocket journal with 3 pencils
x3 pork and beans
x2 brahmin jerky
x2 nuka cola
x1 silver, flip lighter
Anything I forgot to mention that's in the picture
10mm pistol
hunting rifle
combat knife
x140 bottle caps
A note state how much he owes to Don O'Donovan
Biographical book of Heinrich Schliemann

History

Patches grew up in the coastal region referred to as Charlie's Town. Though, no one quite knows who Charlie is or how he claims ownership of the vast, South Carolina area. He, Patches, was born in The Citadel, built in and around what was once a military college, where he lived with his family; mom, dad, sister, and a brother. Being the middle child, Patches felt like an outsider in his family. He took to wading through the public library of The Citadel. There, he befriended the librarian, a crazy old man who had the energy of a toddler but the body of a dying scholar. Though his family was not poor, they certainly were not rich either as they took to living in The Dogs Den, a slum area in The Citadel, close to the Ashley River of Charlie's Town. His dad was part of The Citadel's science division, experimenting and finding ways to make life easier for everyone, while Patches' mom spent her days working in the free clinic in the Dogs Den. His older sister, after attending class taught by the militia, would hang out with her friends while Patches and his younger brother kept to themselves.

And that's how they lived for a while. Patches would spend as much time as he could in the library with the old scholar, learning of times since gone, and of the wars people had fought. And the adventures they had. He eventually happened upon a, somehow still in tact, biography of a man named Heinrich Schliemann. A German archaeologist, or treasure hunter, who found locations mentioned in an old poem about war in Greece. Patches fell in love with the idea of doing what he did. There was so much to see of the world, though it was certainly dangerous, and he grew tired of seeing it through the eyes of writers. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.

This thought led to him venturing to different parts of The Citadel, finding all the nooks and crannies he could, eavesdropping on people, tailing others, climbing the buildings, he was a true explorer of the city. But as he grew older, after his mother died from a robbery of her clinic, he felt he had outgrown his adventuring tendencies. His friends had convinced him to join the militia, to defend another robbery from taking someone else's mother. But Patches wanted to be like his mom, she had taught him a few things about being a doctor and he had even read a few books on it...so he joined the militia to be a field medic. That way, he could defend himself and others from losing another loved one but if they were injured, he could easily help them with his training in medicine. Although, as soon as he had finished his training, one of his friends, Jet Set, ran to his group gasping for breath. "I've found s-s-something wicked!" He said, "A place full of shiny shit!" It piqued everyone's interest, especially the adventurer inside of Patches.

It was agreed that after graduation, they would spend their last free day outside of The Citadel; to find where Jet Set had found treasure. They immediately got lost. Traveling the winding streets of the urban jungle that was Charlie's Town, each having only cadet weapons, they decided to rest inside an apartment building. That's when the raiders attacked. Faces painted white with powder and giant poofy wigs, the raiders took out half of them before they too were killed. Now only a group of three, Patches began to have second thoughts on finding the treasure but he couldn't let his friends die in vain. Together, he, Jet Set, and Carlos Vasquez ventured towards the Charleston museum.

But Jet had failed to mention the Deathclaw. Immediately, Carlos was killed as Patches and Jet ran through the museum as quick as they could to hide. Three days passed as they hid in the museum, the Deathclaw having them trapped, until they heard gunfire. Peeking their head out, Jet's uncle, a captain in the militia, and a few militia men calling for them. Sadly, they didn't know of the Deathclaw. The fight broke out, if you could call it a fight, as the Deathclaw killed the militia men while sustaining heavy injuries. Eventually only Jet's uncle was left. In an attempt to save Jet's uncle, he and Jet ran forward to kill the beast with a dilapidated spear cavemen used to wield. Right through the heart, the spear went, but not before the Deathclaw had taken one more life. He died a few minutes after.

All Patches remembers is waking up in the his bed back at the Citadel. He looked around to see his dad sleeping in a chair, his lab coat on and sweat on his brow. He soon found out that Jet lost his arm in the Deathclaw attack but made it out safely, the spear had killed the beast. His father told him to take getting back to normal life slowly, apparently Patches had sustained quite a few injuries from the attacks of both the Wig Wearing Raiders and the Deathclaw. Although, eventually, Patches was up and moving again feeling better than ever. His sister acted differently, most likely due to her training to join the militia, while his brother went to live at the dorms of the college; The Institute of Science. He'd seen him often, his younger brother checking up on Patches as Patches struggled to find a job or something to do to pass the time.

Over time, his sister would lead a campaign to a region near the mountains while his brother would delve deeper into his teachings. Patches turned to scavenging once more, much to the dissatisfaction of his father, and repairing whatever he found to sell. In his down time, he'd spend nights with Jet Set, now with a metal arm thanks to The Institute, at the bar gambling. As time would pass, Patches would accumulate a severe debt to pay for his father's medical bills, he had fallen ill from old age, and had missed too many payments. The man, Don O'Donovan, in charge of his debt took Patches to the outskirts of The Citadel to kill him. Until a messenger ran up and handed a slip of paper to Don.

"You've got an angel on your side. Get lost." He said with a gun pointed at Patches' head, "If I see you around these parts without my money...you and your family are dead." And on that note, Patches was exiled from Charlie's Town, left to wander and find money to pay off his debt and see his family and friend. One night, spending what little caps he had saved for food in a tavern, he overheard people talking about a dangerous, untapped place far south. A place where scavengers died, mutants ran rampant, a deadly stretch of land that no one had gone into.

The ultimate place to hunt for treasure...Florida.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

@EurmalEye I've never been more sure of something as I am right now. I need Treasure Bros.

@ProPro Well we'll get the treasure, then you can blow up what we leave behind, duh xD This squad seems like the best ever!