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she/her pronouns. I'm interested in a wide variety of roleplays, but I tend toward prefering High Fantasy and High Sci Fi settings (think Elder Scrolls or Warhammer 40k). Whether it's a Nation Roleplay (I love digging into fictional politics) something on a smaller, individual scale, or something in between, there's a good chance I might be interested! I especially enjoy fantasy setting with weird, esoteric fluff - up to and including the nonsense that happens in Elder Scrolls, or, occasionally, Age of Sigmar.

Fave settings /period/ are Warcraft, and Golarion. WH40k and AoS are close.

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As for my ideas:

East Coast: The Artificial Intelligence that calls itself Jiù Xīng (assuming I translator this correctly), or "Liberator" in English, is positioned a mere twenty miles south of New York, diametrically opposed to its northern neighbor in pose purpose and intent. Whereas the Economist was designed to make use of and predict the trends of American hypercapitalism, Jiù Xīng was designed to end it from the inside, similar to the smaller Liberator robots of Appalachia, though even more subtly so.

Programmed by Chinese software engineers, Liberator was planted at the very heart of American signals intelligence, a massive supercomputing ZAX complex in Forth Monmouth, NJ, one of the few places in the country that could both accommodate it and supply the communications equipment needed to serve its greater purpose:

To turn the vast number of robots in the United States against the government, hopefully rendering revolution inevitable. Chinese spies across the country - but particularly in New England and the Rust Belt - slipped tiny, highly miniaturized radio receivers and transmitters into the production schematics of both automated and mostly manual robot production facilities across the country, allowing Liberator to communicate with thousands of military and civilian robots by simply adding piggybacked signals to the massive amounts of data pumped out of Fort Monmouth every day; running effectively silent, Liberator was able to avoid detection for years, waiting for the inevitable signal to activate its hidden army at a moment.

That signal never came, of course - a number of the base's personnel that fled the destruction above were willing to join the Liberator for the simple sake of survival as it activated what comms equipment remained at the base, summoning all the robots it could take command of to its side. Once the immediate dust settled, Liberator immediately set to work seeking out internment and PoW camps, freeing large numbers of Chinese prisoners, some of which had been lucky enough to escape ghoulification, death, or torture at the hands of the US government. Over the next handful of centuries, it went to work building a Communist society around Fort Monmouth and the surrounding Ocean County, eventually extending its control further in an attempt to claim what nearby manufacturing capacity it could in order to maintain its army.

Canadian nationalists based of of Diefenbunkers/the Toronto Urban Agglomeration are also an option I'm seriously considering; the best way I can describe them would be as a Canadian mirror of the NCR, but with fewer territorial ambitions.

West Coast: Still working on this, but the basic gist is a resurgent 'Goddess of War' take on Diana, wreaking vengeance on the Legion and trying to restore her tribe in the process. Possibly distinctly matriarchal in reaction to the Legion, minus the, uh... Slavery and shit. Immediate worries are finally securing their future in the turmoil, 'deconverting' her former tribespeople, and probably hunting down whatever's left of the Legion leadership.
As for my ideas:

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Well, there also gives a counterpoint to be had:

We could have the Legion be an NPC entity that anyone can "write for", and instead have the players themselves play factions within the Legion itself. Same goes for the NCR, since the NCR has tons of factions within it (Followers of the Apocalypse, Gun Runners, Crimson Caravans, OSI, etc.).

Keep in mind that this is more of a "West Coast" sort of issue, since the East Coast doesn't really have much in the way of super-established factions that would "map paint" most of a region.


I think that would be a much more interesting way to handle the huge factions like the NCR and Legion, yeah.
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Keep in mind that a lot of the speculation about the Legion's dissolution said that the Legion wouldn't fall apart all at once, and that it'd likely take a few years - if not decades. That being said, it could be reasonable to assume that there could be a few spans of competent leaders who would fill the shoes while the Empire crumbles apart.

Roleplaying a crumbling empire like a Post-Caesar Legion will also give tons of opportunities for roleplaying hooks, given the sheer geographical distance of the Legion.

That said, it would basically take a complete reorganization of the Legion to make it stand a test of time...which itself is enough of a roleplaying reason to be interested in it after the events of NV.


I think one of my big narrative issues with the legion being 'together' as a single enetity is that it severely limits the ability of people to mess around in Colorado; that'd mean most of Arizona, new Mexico, and large parts of colorado claimed by a single person.
Even if the Legion lost at Hoover Dam, its entirely possible they still survived as a faction. A strong enough leader (aka whoever takes them over) could step into Sallow's shoes, claim descent from Mars as the next Caesar, and reorganize the Legion.


I have to disagree. it's repeatedly pointed out in New vegas that the Legion is likely bound to fail, and with Sallow bound to die eventually, I don't see it not imploding, whether violently due to his death or more slowly due to simply not being a very sustainable society
I'm interested and I'd prefer the West Coast. I'd also be down to play Caesar's Legion.


Keep in mind, the Legion may be broken up into pieces by now, depending on what we do/how we decide New Vegas ended

As for my ideas, working on a writeup for both West and East rn.
When it comes to canon game endings, isn't the idea more that we're gonna do decide on that as a community, or am I mistaken?
I'm likewise primarily looking at a Chinese AI planted in the US to hijack American robots during the Anchorage Campaign/war with the US. Location is tentative, but probably a major US military facility with the requisite computing power.
Will we be allowed to play individual characters or organizations a la PoW, or is this strictly nations?

Also, what's included in west/east coast, or would you prefer to keep that up in the air for now?
Tiira loved Kabuki theatre. It was loud, boisterous, and flashy, above all else - the perfect contrast to the usually subdued and hush-hush nature of her work. Staring out from her raised booth, she couldn't help but be enraptured by the exaggerated movements of the dancers - so much so that she almost failed to notice the sound of the floor behind her sliding open. An imitation of fusuma, it looked and felt almost exactly like the real thing - minus the extreme danger of flammability.

The man that entered stuck out like something of a sore thumb in his kimono, unlike her - as much as he tried his damndest not to. He wore the comparatively simple haori relatively well, a metal cherry blossom pinned on either side of his chest. She glanced up, briefly scanning over his youthful complexion, broken only by a handful of small scars. The gentle tan of his skin told her that he probably came from the southwestern United States.

She brought her paper fan in front of her face in an attempt to appear demure, her black hair bound tightly behind her head.

"Adam?" She asked.

He nodded, and she nodded back - and he took a seat next to her, immediately appearing interested in the performance unfolding below them. The performers were taking on a rendition of Yoshitsune Senbon Zakura, engaged in a "deadly" battle; eclectic dance broken up by the thunder of percussion instruments and the sound of shouts and cries of battle.

"Is it good news this time?" He whispered, his voice rough and gravelly despite his apparent youth.

"It is. You've been asking us for help. I don't know why, but someone's been listening."

He shrugged, holding out his hand, into which she dropped a small envelope.

"I don't have numbers," she continued. "But I'm authorized to tell you directly that it's... A lot. A couple thousand tons, at least. MANPADS, guns, explosives... In bits and pieces, but..." Tiira didn't need to look at Adam to know she had his attention. He was doing a good job of seeming invested in the Kabuki performance, truth be told, but the way his eyes darted over to her as if to confirm what she was saying told her plenty. She couldn't blame him for his surprise, however - her government had spent years feeding ELAN a steady trickle of weaponry, enough to keep it operational, but this was something altogether different - enough to equip a whole new army. A stockpile they'd been building up for years, stored in god-knows-where facilities and warehouses scattered across the country, just like they did with their militia armories prepared in the event of an American invasion, except far better hidden.

"...All-in-all, it's a lot, and they want you to know it is." She said.

"Jesus Christ, this feels like goddamn Christmas!" He breathed, quietly shaking his head. "How are you going to get them to-" he paused, abruptly shaking his head. "Never mind. Shouldn't ask. I mean, fuck - I know our people don't always get along, but... Thanks, I think. It's just a shame you're going with OTAN."

Tiira shrugged, indicating she simply didn't give a shit about whether her not Adam agreed with Brazilian politics.

"... What's the catch?"

'There it is.' She thought to herself.

"Chump change, and help getting in touch with a... Special someone that has something we need. It's all in the letter. Now enjoy the show, eh? We paid good money for the tickets."
And work it did.

Starosta was shocked, frankly, at the speed at which the General Assembly had convened and reached a decision on an official stance regarding the Turkish threats - pleasantly surprised, but surprised, nonetheless. There had been plenty of shouting, of course, as there usually was, but the shouting, for once, was mostly all directed at the Turkish government, or regarding various degrees of Republic involvement in a theoretical war with Turkey.

She, it was decided, would be the one to deliver the telegram alongside her air, as there was scarcely little time to waste finding someone whose job it was to courier the thing.

Thankfully, that only involved a breakneck sprint across the building, throwing open the door to the building's telegraph center without a second thought. Starosta slammed a sheaf of papers down on the operator's desk, jabbing at the topmost sheet with her finger.

"You've got a busy day ahead of you, comrade. Take this down Now."







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