Kamen Evie

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

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“Oh?” Ashley said. “Perhaps you’re like my friend, then? She’s quite in tune wi-” He was interrupted as the ground erupted beneath his feet, an ethereal silver spear rising from the earth under his boot. He was thrown off balance, and Serena rushed forwards, goring the man on her naginata before withdrawing it and letting it fall to her side. Her eyes began to glow a fiery orange beneath her mask as she raised her blackened fist and punched Ashley hard enough to send him flying back into the ruins of the cart, barely managing to protect his face from the light of the sun with his hand before he raised his parasol, remaining in the shade next to the cart as blood spilled forth from his wound. Even drawn from his body, it churned and bubbled, as if threatening to lash out at any who drew near. The glow faded from Serena’s eyes as she advanced, and Veronica charged forwards once more, before something made her stop.

It was the young lady that Serena had seen next to the horses just moments before. She didn’t see her run over in front of Ashley, or jump, or fly. She had simply reappeared there, standing in front of them, holding a hand out protectively near him and shakily brandishing a knife at the band of warriors like she stood even a ghost of a chance.

“S-stay back…” She said hoarsely. She was almost entirely obscured by a strange hooded garb resembling a raven, or perhaps some other sort of carrion bird. The dagger she wielded was rather ornate, a bronze tool that looked more ornamental than anything meant for battle. Traces of black hair could be seen near the edge of her hood. Ashley raised a silver bell from his coat and rung it several times. A purple glow could be seen coming from one of the boxes that fell out of the cart, and a gauntlet-clad hand rose from it, beckoning the two towards it. Ashley smiled.

“Well,” he said. “I suppose I got a little careless there. Didn’t expect the tin can to break out a spell like that… We’ll be taking our leave for now, but if trying to find my boss proves to be a bit much for you, well… Let’s just say I can keep you entertained in Twilight Fields.” He looked at the girl and snapped his fingers, and they both vanished, the purple glow near the crate quickly fading, and the pool of blood on the ground returning to a less volatile state. Veronica sneered under her helmet. They had left as quickly as they came. Serena sighed and took off her mask, while Veronica looked at her with concern.

"Are you okay, Tirnea?" Serena asked, attempting to deflect the attention from herself as her breathing began to return to normal.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Honestly thinking of Fallout NV Vegas as just some mailman trying to deliver the mail and in the process upturning everything is kind of funny.

Courier: "Are you Mr. Caesar? Someone asked me to deliver you something...death!"

@Crosswire

I'm partial to Boone's "thumbs down, you son of a bitch" myself.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Yeah, I'll try and finish a Seronica post soon-ish, in the meantime everyone else is waiting on @Zhaliora.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Pretty good. I'm pretty much done slimming down the breadth of New Vegas' plot into a bio, just need to finish up the rest and catch up with everything else.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

I'll throw her in with the rest in a bit.

Seshat

Seshat

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⦋ 4,042 || Egypt || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Those posting bounties for Seshat often describe a mysterious figure, around 6’7”, clad from head to toe in fancy-looking white powered armor outfitted with various strange weapons, looking down an assault rifle through a glowing blue visor, with a glowing ankh present on the left shoulder. She is often mistakenly described as a robot, though that would only be half-true.

Under that layer of armor lies… another layer of armor. Black and grey platemail layer together to create an imposing stature, complete with a glowing magic tower shield and spear. She has no helmet for this layer of armor, revealing a brown face with stern yet strangely beautiful features, her eyes and eyebrows marked by kohl, her right eye in particular being marked with the Wadjet symbol. Strange glowing green lines can be seen at the base of her neck that trail down underneath the collar of her armor.

And under that lies her true self. A featureless, purplish, vaguely humanoid and almost ethereal-looking body that would look quite strong… if it weren’t weathered and covered in cracks. Green magical energies leak out across her body from these imperfections, though the six-pointed emblem on her chest seems to be deliberately made. A protrusion on her right arm can be used to project a glowing green blade of magic, while winglike structures on her back project an ethereal green, fiery light.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Stern
Melancholy
Adaptable
Observant
Empathetic
Determined
Self-righteous

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

In ancient times, there was a legendary warrior who wandered the Mediterranean world, who triumphed over any who dared to challenge him. No one was sure whether this was due to his own skill or the enchanted sword he wielded, and this remained a mystery when he finally met his fate and the sword was shattered into forty-two pieces. They were eventually recovered by the court sorcerers of an Egyptian pharaoh, and each piece was used to create a warrior to serve him.

Seshat was one of these warriors; a creature formed from earth and magic. Though the specifics of her creation were lost with the Library of Alexandria, it was clear that Seshat and her brothers and sisters were an even greater force than the weapon they were made from. They fought to defend and expand the pharaoh’s reign, and did so excellently until his death. It was only a matter of time her brother Horus suggested that they take the pharaoh's place, and expand their domain even further. After all, they were almost godlike; far stronger than any feeble human could ever hope to be. Who better to stand above them and maintain Ma’at? Though most of Seshat’s brothers and sisters agreed with this plan, Seshat was vocal in her opposition. She was joined only by her sisters Mafdet and Isis, who shared her more level-headed approach.

Debate raged on until it was clear that they would tolerate mere words no longer. Horus challenged Seshat and her allies to stand against their siblings through battle.

And so she did. Through some mix of strategy, skill, and miraculous luck, the three had managed to triumph over thirteen times their number. It had not been without cost: Mafdet had lost her life, and Seshat’s core had been knocked from her body amidst the maelstrom of melee and magic, and had been lost in the flow of the Nile. With her own life fading as well, Isis concocted a plan to save her sister, giving Seshat her core before she succumbed to her wounds. In but a single night, the forty-two had been reduced to one.

Out of some mix of shame and sorrow, Seshat felt that she could not continue to serve Egypt any further. Seshat gathered the cores of her comrades and melded them with her own, with the exception of the one piece she had lost. She began to travel the world, searching for artifacts of immense power, similar to the one that had created her, and began to either destroy them or seal them away if the former was not an option, as well as opposing those who would threaten the world’s balance, especially if it involved said artifacts.

While a century meant nothing to Seshat, millennia of travel and battle began to leave their effect on her, perhaps an effect of the loss of her original core, perhaps an imperfection in her own creation or perhaps something else entirely. It did not matter to her: As her body grew frail and aged, she supplemented it with armor and weapons to protect it, for she would keep fighting no matter what.

Her exploits had continued to the present day, most importantly when she fought to stop the attack on Cairo, and was labeled as one of the terrorists despite her efforts. While she had little interest in how she was perceived, she still knew one thing for sure. The balance of Ma’at was being threatened, and she would make sure that it shall remain undisturbed.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Seshat was never formally trained under any formal fighting style. Instead, she fights using a variety of weapons and armor sets with skills that she has accumulated and refined through fighting and studying worldwide over thousands of years, with the odd magic spell thrown in here and there.

To offset her fragility, Seshat uses two layers of armor that she has collected over the years. Instead the armor simply dampening blows, it has been supplemented by her own sealing magic that negates the damage to Seshat herself entirely, transferring that stress into the armor plating itself, until it eventually melts into a series of hieroglyphs on Seshat’s body for a few hours until that magical stress is properly vented. On all layers of armor, she will use her body’s boosters for an extra bit of speed, though she can only really be considered “fast” once the armor is gone.

The third, outer layer is comprised of the weapons and armor plating of various robots, most prominently a high-tech assault rifle, which she uses in conjunction with a few other scavenged pieces of equipment to keep foes at bay at longer ranges.

The second layer of armor could be considered cutting edge and ahead of its time… About a thousand years ago when it was forged, give or take a century or two. Wielding this set of platemail alongside a mighty tower shield and a long spear, Seshat becomes more aggressive, blocking and shunting aside blows with her shield and thrusting deftly with her spear, augmented by the odd shield bash and a couple of magical spells.

Seshat’s final layer is her true form, and with it she fights with strength, speed, and raw magical power echoing the era of the height of her power. Gaining the ability to fly and teleport, Seshat fights both with beauty and desperation reminiscent of a cornered animal, using her arm-mounted laser blade of ki and magical energies. With no armor to protect her aged body, she is beyond fragile in this form.

Seshat can sense ki as well as magical energies, and the visor of her power suit can allow her to see heat signatures as long as it’s active.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ All Layers

■ Overboost

Seshat’s back armor plating folds away over the course of a second to reveal her wings, which she pours a massive amount of ki into in order to move in a single direction at high speeds, though the exact speed depends on how much equipment is currently weighing her down. On the final layer, using this move will damage her slightly as she uses it.

■ Third and Second Layer

■ Purge

Usable on the third and second layer. Seshat discards one of her weapons or some armor (even an entire layer of it, if she wishes), losing some of her moves or defense in exchange for additional speed.

■ Third and Final Layer

■ Mafdet Missile

Only useable on the third and final layers. If an opponent has been in her line of sight for a second or so, she can fire a fireball homing missile from her suit’s shoulder-mounted missile launcher at them. This is only accurate at mid-to-long ranges: The missile’s maneuverability is lacking enough that it will sail straight over the heads of most close-range opponents. On the first layer, it is simply a magical arrow fired from Seshat’s palm. It is far weaker than its third layer counterpart, though it tracks its targets competently at all ranges.

■ Third Layer

■ Wadjet’s Protection

Only useable on the third layer. Seshat raises her arm and uses her suit’s energy shield to reflect attacks, sending melee opponents flying back and sending projectiles back towards their origin. It does not repel throws, however.

■ Pakhet’s Ray

Only useable on the third layer. Six laser cannons unfold from the back of Sashet’s armor and fire. The lasers will travel at the speed of light, but the cannons take a second to unfold each time they fire.

■ Maahes’ Blessing

Only useable on the third layer. Seshat aims her rifle and fires a ball of holy fire at the ground from its grenade launcher. It will stay there until an opponent gets too close to it, in which case it will explode.

■ Second Layer

■ Khnum’s Charge

Only useable on the second layer. Seshat holds her tower shield forwards and charges towards the enemy. If an attack hits her before she reaches the opponent, she’ll swipe it aside with her shield and stab forwards with her spear, covering a surprising amount of distance.

■ Set’s Storm

Only useable on the second layer. Seshat holds her spear skywards and utters an ancient spell. Lightning shoots down onto the head of the spear, which then arcs into the surrounding area.

■ Maahes’ Strength

Only useable on the second layer. Seshat swings her shield forwards, breaking an opponent’s guard, and then steps forwards, ramming it into them.

■ Final Layer

■ Aten's Light

Only useable on the final layer. Seshat’s body flares for a moment before arcane energies expand to form a deadly sphere of holy fire around her.

■ Zero Shift

Seshat’s signature technique, only useable on the final layer. Seshat’s form shimmers for the slightest of moments before she instantly appears in a different location.

SUPER MOVES

■ Assault Armor

An improved version of Aten’s Light. Seshat sheds an entire layer of armor at once in a blinding explosion of ki and magical energies that does tremendous damage. The only viable way to use this technique is when she is on her third or second layer. Using the technique without channeling the stress into her armor would result in her death.

■ Mafdet Missile Massacre

Seshat shoots her palms forwards and channels magic through her fingers, shooting off ten glowing magic missiles that track their target. If she is still on the third layer, she will supplement this with fireballs generated from her suit’s missile launchers, bringing the total projectile count up to forty-two.

■ Beyond the Bounds

Only useable on the final layer. Seshat flies forwards in an all-or-nothing rush and slashes at her foe with all her might. She will then constantly Zero Shift around the opponent while striking at various angles several times. After the opponent is staggered, she roars and tackles them to the ground, forgoing her blade in favor of using her brute strength to beat them down with her bare fists, which crack down as she does so. She finishes by drawing the shattered khopesh that serves as her core from her body and stabbing it into her opponent, repairing the damage to her fists before she melds it back into herself.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Seshat’s moves are specialized enough to do well in certain situations, but the layers of armor they are tied to are far less durable than a Nomad who made these their focus would be, even if that durability adds up. If her current moveset has an advantage, then she’ll need to fight well to maintain it.

On the third layer, while she can fight defensively at longer ranges, her damage output is lacking. Her melee skills are also lacking while she’s holding her rifle, and she is very susceptible to throws. Her mobility is also abysmal, leaving it easy for faster foes to get into her vulnerable range.

On the second layer, she fares better offensively, but she has no way of fighting opponents at long ranges. Her slower style lends her best to poking away at mid range along with the occasional charge. Her shield bashes are powerful at very close ranges, but they’re rather sluggish.

On the final layer, Seshat is at her fastest and most powerful, with skills suited to fighting opponents up close and personal, but she is also at her weakest; an almost literal glass cannon not much more durable than a regular human. Under all that armor lies the most fragile nomad of all.

Seshat can progress through her layers of armor at her own pace, but she has no way of getting them back in the middle of battle. If she misjudges her opponent, she may have screwed herself out of an advantage.

OTHER

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Winquotes

“Your kind has come after me before for many years, assassin. They have yet to succeed.” (Vs Jaden)

“They have found a way to replace your body with metal? Perhaps I should look further into such a practice.” (Vs Justin)

“It seems that I may have misjudged you. Feeble apologies are unfortunately all I have to offer.” (Vs. Seven-Seven)

“Whatever alliance we could have forged would have likely been shattered the moment our focus shifted to your First Light. Perhaps it is better this way.” (Vs. Sage)

“Cease this bounty-hunting. Your skills could be put to a far more noble use.” (Vs. Brooke)

“Even my once legendary strength has been lost across millennia. Keep in mind that yours can only hope to last decades.” (Vs. Brenda)

“I have much respect for your family and what it has done for the sake of Ma’at, but if it cannot protect its sword, then it would be better off destroyed. Pray that I do not come across it before you do.” (Vs. Yoko)

“You claim to uphold justice… Then cease this charade of a fight.” (Vs. Margot)

“You bare the guise of a soldier, yet you lack discipline.” (Vs. Otsana)

“What a rotten and deceptive way for a physician to do battle.” (Vs. Jonas)

“Be I constructed or born, I shall always be more than you could ever hope to be.” (Vs. The One)

“Ensuring the dead reach the afterlife is a long and careful process, and you take them from their slumber on a whim. I’ll crush your phylactery for their sake.” (Vs. Aldous)

“You are but an aimless child. You are wasting my time by challenging me.” (Vs. Calvin)

“You are a truly dangerous creation hidden beneath a layer of technology. It pleases me to learn that I have not sunk so low.” (Vs. SYM-04)

“Unlike you, I have only myself to rely upon, and the brothers and sisters in arms that I have lost will remain in my heart until the day I die. And it is why I shall always triumph over you.” (Vs Ivory)

“I don’t have time for this nonsense…” (Vs. Veronica)

“Stay out of my way before I decide that you are a threat as well, abomination.” (Vs. Gideon)

“That combat is viewed as but a sport to some is a concept that never fails to disturb me.” (Vs. Klara)

“Unlike Apep, you shall not rise tomorrow, serpent.” (Vs. Vindani)

“In dedicating yourself to your nation, you fail to see what is truly right for yourself.” (Vs. Yung-Seok)

“This “MAVERICK”... I do not sense the best of intentions from them. Your skills would be better spent elsewhere, young soldier.” (Vs. Lucie)

“We are but echoes of bygone eras, and yet you retain the soullessness of yours.” (Vs. Voyt)

“Why did I…? Has my psyche cracked with age as well? I am sorry…” (Vs. Lucas)

“You were born with your weakness, while mine has only grown apparent with age. Your drive to overcome your weakness is truly admirable...” (Vs. Brown)

“You are a truly kind soul, yet your sheer existence poses too great a threat for me to let you live.” (Vs. Inanna)

“Your fight for justice has become obscured under a layer of greed and petty showmanship. You must cast it off if you are ever to succeed as a hero.” (Vs. Jill)

“You seem to have lost your ambition, Rosier, but I shall gladly kill you again if you have retained the slightest interest in disturbing Ma’at.” (Vs. Rosie)

“If only I could trade my sight for the boon of being at my prime once more…” (Vs. Yen)

“You may have missed your destined chance, Chosen One, but even now, you have not lost your chance to make the world a better place.” (Vs. Askin)

“And that was for Cairo… If I were but three millennia younger, I would be naive enough to believe that this meant that I could rest for but a moment.” (Vs. Abel)

“This has only shown me how much time has truly taken from me...” (Mirror Match)

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Is it the starter pistol Leon carried? And that I always pawned off for the Red9?

@Crosswire

It is exactly that. Also yeah Red9 is best gun.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Oh, I also edited in the ammo capacity for Merch's shotgun and rifle because I totally forgot to do that.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

Plus having Jinxed+Wild Wasteland could lead to some neat stuff in this roleplay.

@Crosswire

Half the party: "Okay this is maybe the eighth time my gun exploded today, this is not normal." *steps on an inconveniently placed rake*

Vault Dweller: "I didn't do it."

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I'll probably write up a Courier CS at some point in the future, once I get caught up with everything else.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

The Merchant

”Got somethin’ that might interest ya!”

[30’s(?)| Human (?) | Resident Evil 4| Male]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

It’s a tense situation. An isolated situation, fraught with danger, in uncharted lands. You enter the next room with dread, expecting the worst…

And are met by The Merchant, a hooded figure in a long, weathered black trench coat, with a purple cloth covering most of his face. That, along with the fingerless gloves, meaning that his fingers and the area just around his eyes are the only traces of his pale skin that remain visible. His eyes are blue, but sometimes they glow red, and he usually stands with a slouchy posture, possibly due to the large backpack he carries with him.

Despite his shady appearance he gives off a very amicable aura. Maybe it's the giddy look he gets in his eyes when he sees a potential customer, maybe it's his strangely endearing cockney-esque accent, or maybe it's the way he’ll open up that trench coat to reveal enough firepower to solve every problem you could ever even think of… provided you've got the cash.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

• Jovial
• Opportunistic
• Miserly
• Polite
• Unassuming

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Just exactly who or what The Merchant is always has and probably always will be a complete mystery, but it was quite clear that against all odds, he had hit the jackpot. Two customers had enough of a need for his inventory that they were willing to trade villages, castles, and mines full of treasure for it, and they had succeeded, destroying the Los Illuminados for good and filling his coffers full of pesetas in the process. The Merchant escaped the destruction of the island and left to clean out his other shops and head on to another venture…

Until The Event happened, and he lost it all. The guns, the shops, the shooting galleries, those blue torches, and perhaps worst of all, the bottlecap figurines. He was left with nothing, and had wandered the pastiche of worlds until he had found the town of 2Fort. It wasn’t all bad. He could definitely work with this. After all, with all these worlds coming together full of dangerous creatures and dangerous people, there oughta be some very profitable business opportunities just ripe for the picking.

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Appraisal: As one who frequently trades weapons and treasures, The Merchant can quickly and accurately determine the identity and value of any firearm or treasure he comes across.

Weapon Maintenance: The Merchant has an encyclopedic knowledge of firearms, with a firm understanding of every part of anything that could be considered a gun, and as such can keep one running, provided the parts themselves aren’t broken.

Minor Crafting: The Merchant is surprisingly good with machinery, able to rig up a shooting gallery with moving targets in several different locations. It’s nothing extreme, but he could probably fix a broken gate or something. He also possesses a few more utilitarian skills like herb-mixing.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Tune Up: By somehow expending treasure or raw cash, The Merchant can permanently raise a firearm beyond its normal capabilities, increasing either firepower, firing speed, reload speed, or magazine capacity. Upgrading the magazine capacity will (somehow) refill the magazine to full capacity.

Strong Back: Though The Merchant already looks like he’s packing enough heat and cash to fund a small militia, he can carry even more than he appears to be able to, to the point that one wonders whether it’s some sort of extra-dimensional storage… provided that it’s cash, treasure, or part of what he’s selling.

Weapon Hunter The Merchant can practically sniff out a new and interesting gun to add to his collection. He has an easier time finding firearms than most, regardless of the quality.

~Perks~

I’ve got a Selection of Good Things on Sale, Stranger! Though most of his inventory has been lost, The Merchant has retained a few basic weapons: A handgun, a shotgun, and a rifle, along with one First Aid Spray

~Faults~

Miser: The Merchant is ridiculously stingy about keeping his potential sales in perfect condition. He will only use the worst equipment he has on him, if that equipment is remotely worth holding on to, and save the rest as inventory. He also isn’t willing to part with his inventory out of goodwill.

~Weaknesses~

The Merchant can shoot a gun or swing a knife or club, but his skills with them are average at best. He’d prefer to let his customers wield his inventory rather than himself.

The Merchant is also quite frugal with his services. He’s rather affable, but don’t expect him to shell out weapons or upgrades out of the kindness of his heart.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~
Clothes and Gear: The Merchant’s trusty outfit and backpack. Withstands the elements and can conceal a mindblowing amount of weaponry, though the heat it would suggest to provide doesn’t seem to bother him.

Shop Inventory: The Merchant’s remaining shop inventory. He won’t use these himself, but he's willing to part with them for the right price.

• Handgun: A slightly used semi-automatic pistol that was sold to The Merchant by a certain stranger early on in his adventure, comes with a full ten-round magazine. Reliable, but nothing particularly special.
• Shotgun: An old-fashioned pump-action shotgun. Comes with six shells.
• Rifle: An old-fashioned bolt-action rifle. Comes with five rounds. Doesn’t come with a scope.
• First Aid Spray: A spray can containing a bizarre substance that heals all injuries. Can only be used once.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

Clothes and Gear

~INVENTORY~

*listed above*

MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Courier Six

“Think you got the guts to carve out a frontier? Build towns, protect the roads, run supplies, train troops?”
“My sycophant tells me yes.”

[22| Human | Fallout: New Vegas - New California Republic| Female]

APPEARANCE, PERSONALITY, & BACKGROUND

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

In local folklore, The Courier was an enigmatic figure, drifting from place to place in a suit of pre-war riot armor, face hidden behind a gas mask and helmet as she solved problems with words, bullets, or rockets. During the Second Battle of Hoover Dam (and other miscellaneous occasions when she was really on the warpath), she was often recounted as a knight in shining Advanced Power Armor Mk II, laying waste to The Legion with her Red Glare rocket launcher.

Now? She’s a lot less imposing. Standing around 5’9”, she’s got a very unassuming aura with an air of that hardened “gets shit done” kind of attitude. She’s got a somewhat slender figure, with the odd scar here and there, toned and hardened by a life of travelling, fighting, and carrying heavy equipment, usually the for the purpose of more fighting. She's got a head of long blonde hair, tied back in a ponytail, and deep green eyes. Most of her body is covered in some decently maintained leather armor, but it lacks a left sleeve, instead wearing a wrist-mounted computer over her forearm along with a strange glove. She wears an odd necklace, decorated with what appears to be a platinum poker chip.

PERSONALITY ASPECTS

• Empathetic
• Inquisitive
• Goal-oriented
• Charismatic
• Somewhat devious
• Strives for a best-case scenario
• Sarcastic Optimist
• Just a tad bitter

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

Chance Fortuna was born 183 years after the world had been ravaged in an all-out nuclear war. The Great War. Things were pretty good, though. She was born in the New California Republic, easily the most thriving nation (let alone society) in the known world of postwar America. She had a nice childhood, though she always felt like she wanted to see the world beyond the NCR. She didn’t really feel like enlisting, but she grew up to become a courier. Essentially a glorified mailman, but when the world is filled with raiders and mutant creatures, it was less lame than it sounded, especially when it was supplemented by the occasional odd job here and there. It was a fun job… Until she got a mission to deliver a package to the city of New Vegas. On her way, she was ambushed by a man with a tacky suit who took her delivery, tied her up, and shot her in the face. She lived. And she was pretty eager to see what the deal was with that little incident.

War never changes, and even after the war to end all wars, there would still be groups of people fighting over what to do with what’s been left after it. New Vegas was the center of a three-way struggle for the city itself and Hoover Dam. The forces of the NCR, Caesar’s Legion, and Mr. House were all vying for control, but none could take down one faction without being too battered to take down the remaining foe. The key to tipping the balance was in that package; a platinum poker chip. Technically it was an advanced data storage device, but still, it was pretty important. As Chance travelled across the Mojave, forging friendships and getting into a variety of misadventures, it seemed to her that none of the three factions really had the right idea in mind for New Vegas. The NCR was rife with corruption and was overextending itself, Mr. House seemed more interested in building up New Vegas economically than actually helping the people of the Mojave, and The Legion... Well, what wasn’t wrong with The Legion?

So she tipped the balance of power in a fourth direction; her own. Taking her would-be assassin’s plot to usurp Mr. House’s position of power with the help of a reprogrammed robot named Yes Man, she killed Mr. House, installed Yes Man into his computer systems, and upgraded his robot army with the data in the Platinum Chip, just as House had intended her to. Except now she was the one with the army of killer robots, controlled by Yes Man. She continued to travel the Mojave, convincing various factions to ally with her, and fight The Legion alongside the NCR when they would battle once again for control of Hoover Dam. Along with The Boomers, she’d managed to sway the Brotherhood of Steel, The Great Khans, what remained of The Enclave… She’d managed to convince many to put aside their history with the New California Republic and work for a better future.

When the time came, Chance fought her way through Legion soldiers swarming through Hoover Dam, made her way to their camp, and carefully explained to Legate Lanius why his plan to hold New Vegas was one of the most logistically unsound plans of all time before she blew his ass sky-high with several blocks of C4. The NCR general in charge came to her to congratulate her on taking the dam for them… And was promptly told to fuck off as Courier Six’s endless army of robots revealed itself. He didn’t really have any choice in the matter.

With House dead, the Legion routed, and the NCR sent home with its tail between its legs, The young courier went home to the Lucky 38 casino, took off her power armor, sat down, and put her legs up on her desk. She was the undisputed queen of New Vegas. After things in the city settled down, she went straight to work improving the Mojave with the help of the allies (and more importantly, the friends) that she had made. Cleaning up the city outside the walls of New Vegas, making sure Freeside and the smaller settlements outside of the city were getting what they needed, burning down all those goddamn Cazador nests…

Just a year in, and Chance felt like she was really making the Mojave a better place. And it seemed like no force on Earth could topple her rule…

So The Event did. Like before in what felt like such a long time ago, she woke up in the middle of nowhere with even less of an idea how she got there than before. Torn from her empire and even her world, she was left with nothing but the clothes on her back, a computer on her wrist, a knife, and the chip that started it all...

CHARACTER CAPABILITIES

~SKILLS~

Negotiator: Chance’s successes aren’t formed by being the most badass gunslinger West of the Colorado River (though she would like to have claim to that title), they were formed by her ability to get people who hate each other’s guts to work together for her. She’s got an extraordinary talent with convincing, sweet-talking, bartering, bluffing, and flirting her way into getting what she wants.

Gunslinger: Not every problem in the Mojave could be solved through words alone. When push comes to shove, she's a pretty good shot with guns or energy weapons, and a pretty good knife fighter. Very much a jack of all trades, master of none situation. Except when it comes to…

Explosives: Chance’s real combat talents lie in making things go boom. Setting charges, cutting fuses, disarming mines, throwing grenades, saying “fuck it” and going to town with an RPG with precise knowledge of the firing trajectory, that sort of thing. She can even take the gunpowder and primers out of bullets and make homemade explosives or other kinds of munitions, but she requires special equipment to do so.

Gearhead: With a penchant for fixing the odd broken appliance, Chance’s mechanical talents only grew as she got the chance to poke around with all kinds of robots, weapons, and devices in the Mojave. From Enclave Eyebots to Securitrons, she’s poked around in just about every crazy machine there was. Looking through Mr. House’s documents has given her an almost complete knowledge on RobCo products and what makes them tick, though she’d be out of her element with anything more advanced than the more retro tech present in her home world.

Power Armor Training: Suits of powered armor developed before and after the Great War were renowned as being easily the best thing one could wear to battle, enhancing the wearer’s strength and shrugging off just anything less than heavy weaponry like it was nothing. The problem was that they were… Less than intuitive. Chance received training in how to use them on her travels, and can probably apply that knowledge to other bizarre high-tech armor suits given some time.

~SPECIAL ABILITIES~

Luck: Chance is lucky enough to have been banned from several casinos across Nevada and the West Coast, not to mention the whole “got shot in the face and lived” thing. The dice will roll her way more often in general and will almost always roll her way if she’s gambling.

Survival: Chance has picked up a lot of tricks for surviving in a post-apocalyptic version of one of the most arid regions of America. She can make surprisingly delectable dishes out of mutant creatures one wouldn't expect to be even remotely edible. She can also back simple armors with the pelts of mutant geckos and other monsters, as well as skin those creatures provided she has a suitable knife on her person.

~Perks~

Jackpot: The ultimate expression of Courier Six’s luck. Once, and only once, The Courier can do the impossible. Whether it’s surviving what would otherwise be a death, or doing something far outside their knowledge or skills. The most contrived nonsense will happen as the universe aligns itself entirely in the Courier’s favor for no reason other than sheer luck.

Lessons Learned: Chance has been through a metric shitton of adventures, misadventures, heists, and hijinks, and she's learned from every single one of them. She starts with a lot of skills and is more than eager to learn more.

~Faults~

Wild Card: The Courier screwed over a lot of plans when she took the Mojave. The NCR and Caesar’s Legion were particularly pissed off, and whatever’s left of them would really like to settle some unfinished business. Assassin squads were annoying enough when she was armed to the teeth, but it’s anyone’s guess how well she’ll fare against them now.

Med-X Addiction: Chance was sometimes known for being able to take a ridiculous amount of punishment and keep going… Nine times out of ten, this was because she was hopped up on morphine. After a run-in with a high-tech stealth suit in Big MT that was particularly liberal with injecting the stuff, she got hooked on it. If she can go cold turkey for a week or find some other way of fixing her problem, she can kick the habit. Otherwise, if she hasn't taken Med-X that day, she can suffer withdrawal symptoms once that day, messing with her ability to perform a precise task.

~Weaknesses~

Despite all her talents and the odd cybernetic enhancement, Chance is only human. She's not the toughest person out there, either. She excels by being resourceful and being able to use a variety of people and equipment to her advantage, and she has none of those things now.

INVENTORY & EQUIPMENT

~STARTING EQUIPMENT~

Pip-Boy 3000: A wrist-mounted computer with various functions, including a map, radio, flashlight, compass, Geiger counter and more. Rather simple even in comparison to modern smartphones, but useful (and incredibly durable) nonetheless.

Straight Razor: An ordinary straight razor. Though it cuts deep, it’s not exactly an ideal weapon. At least it can lead to some cheesy one-liners about a close shave.

Platinum Chip: What appears to be a platinum poker chip. In actuality, it’s an advanced data storage unit. It opens a couple doors and contains an operating system update for Securitrons, but its use has long since passed. It’s since been made into a necklace.

Leather Armor: Some very Mad Max-looking leather armor, with no left sleeve. Not exactly ideal protection, but easy to move around in.

~CURRENTLY EQUIPPED GEAR~

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~INVENTORY~

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MEDALS AND ACCOLADES

EXTRA

Chance has insisted that people call her by her actual name, but everyone tends to refer to her as some variation of “Courier” either way.

Chance used to be rather skilled in medical fields, but after an incident in which her brain was temporarily successfully replaced with a tesla coil, she decided that she knew nothing about being a physician and strays away from it whenever possible.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@lavulmanThe Merchant is accepted! He should probably appear and meet the gang when out on their mission as well because, well, he's the merchant. Unless you just want to have had him there the whole time or something.

@Crosswire

Both of these options sound rather tempting, but I think I'll stick with the first.

EUUUGGGHHH

I find myself tempted to sign up as more characters but it's just, like... too many. Way too many.

@Eventua

I'm thinking of claiming The Courier myself. I'd do the Vault Dweller or The Chosen One but then I'd feel obligated to use the Jinxed trait and have everyone hate me.

>The Merchant
I know who John's gonna be visiting very often.

@agentnumalol

Heheheh!