KenyeIsMyLife

The Hidden Ones

Cool thing you've got here. Hopefully this is good enough.

Mathias

Full Name: Mathias JägerderRoten

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: "Shadow of Anton" "The Little Shadow"

Age: 18

Gender: Male

DOB: 02/14/1997

Occupation: Hunter/Student

Race: Human

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Muted Dull Blue

Height and Build: 5'11" Light frame, "scholar's body" as some might say

Other Appearance: Has a claw scar across his face, he claims that it was a jumpy mountain lion that did it to him

History/bio: You know all those scary stories that parents parents would tell their kids warning about the dangers of man playing god. Those men that cut apart and put together animals to sate their demented curiosities. Well, young Mathias loved those stories. Stories of how a regular man, unshackled by morals, was able to fight against the cruel leers of his peers to further the cause for science. As a member prestigious Jager family he was bound to be a great German Jager, but after the little conflict of interests following the fall of Nazi Germany, his little branch of the family were exiled. Some chose to retreat into the German country-side, others such as Mathias' Great Grand Father defected to the Russians as they drove closer to Berlin. Now naturalized Russians his branch of the family provide research and support for the Korikovs, which, despite initial qualms, have proven to be a valuable partnership. Their new Russian caretakers were less restrictive in scientific practices, allowing rather questionable experiments to take place in the next half-century. Mathias was apprenticed to his Grand Father, Anton JägerderRoten, a respected Hunter during the Cold-War; whats more, Mathias followed him around everywhere; whether it be meetings, experiments, hunts- and even interrogations- little Mathias was at his grandfather's tailcoat, earning his nicknames from his Grandfather's colleges. Now as a full-fledged hunter he was to be granted his own post, they would start him off small, a quiet little town with another young hunter both posing as transfer students under the guidance of a senior hunter to keep an eye on the supernatural presence, and to bring back any lucrative subjects he can get his hand on.

Family/Relationships:

Rachel(42) and Johan(43) JägerderRoten - Mother and Father (Both Alive, Stationed in Canterbury, UK)
Izabelle JägerderRoten (23) - (Alive, Stationed in Oslo, Sweden)
Gregory JägerderRoten(15) - Younger Brother (Alive, Apprenticed to Korikov Hunter in Moscow)

Other: Has great knowledge in the anatomy of many supernaturals as well as the application of many chemicals and tonics.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@KenyeIsMyLife, good post; problem is, the rest of the rescue would come in a collab, and our timezones are too incompatible to include you in said collab. Would it be okay if we encounter only some of your men, while your PC is away?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

@Madly33, still here?

@Letter Bee

Yeah no prob.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Forty |The Conquering Heroes Return| Old Man's Corner

The march home had gone worse than expected, a few spirited dissenters had managed to grab hold of Twenty-Six's sawed off and blow a hole in her back, if it were't for the quick work of Seventeen and Twenty-Seven it might have led into a full incursion in the middle of the wastes. So, by the end of the long march home, having barely stopped for any rest or sleep, 7 of the new "family" (4 Male, 2 Female and a Child) had died either to infection, exposure, or to "corrective" measures. All-in-all 30 new recruits for Mr. Big's family in exchange for the death of 1 of his current siblings, pretty good.

They returned to Old Man's Corner battered, tired but proud and off loaded the newbies to the stockades. Mr. Big must have been mighty appreciative, he allowed Forty and his siblings to bathe and were given an extra serving in their evening meal. Forty could die happy now and wouldn't think the day wouldn't get any better, until he received word that Mr. Big wanted to personally meet him and his siblings that accompanied him. His eyes grew wide, and he went to gather the others who were similarly excited at the news.

"Ah, Forty mah' boy, y'all did a mighty fine job out there, shame what happened to Twenty-Six, but those things happen."

Forty and his siblings nodded in agreement.

"Now, as you now, the Guild Master sends his regards, but he has just informed me to keep you kiddies in alert."

Inquisitive glances appeared throughout the Small faces.

"He has requisitioned 'heavier' equipment for us if we provide the patrol detail, and since I know my 'employees' are the more devoted and hardiest of the whole collective, I know y'all will do this simple task with utmost diligence and concentration. And regarding your most stellar performance Forty, I'll entrust to you leadership of this endeavor to you as Senior Employees in batch 1 are currently indisposed right now."

Golly, Forty thought, he, a mere batch 4 Small member, was given a task suited for the batch 1 Senior Employees. He vigorously nodded his head.

"Good boy, you'll take the 8 others you have right now and pick through 12 others from batch 2 and under, to assist you in this security detail, the ignoramuses from Liberty City don't take kindly to the Guild Master's and my beliefs and will surely come in force, so be ready, y'all be the glorious vanguards of Old Man's Corner."

"On it" They all shouted in unison.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Forty |The Raid|

Forty's previous mission was scrapped, Mr. Big thought it unnecessary to focus so much manpower on one runaway who would be long gone by now, instead they'd fulfill their quota for this year and then some.

They found Forty still shambling near the wasteland and persuaded him to come back, and while Forty was at first hesitant to leave his previous mission he was assured Mr. Big wasn't mad, and had in fact had a new more important job for him. A "asset acquisition" raid into Liberty City, and with Forty at the head. Forty of course thought it as a great honor; a worthy task to ensure Mr. Big's dream would reach the rest of the New York Wasteland. What he was deaf to was the snickers and whispers of older slavers, who laughed at the fool leader of a suicide mission. None of it reached Forty .

He and his siblings were hand picked by Mr. Big as well as some other "volunteers" from Old Man's Corner: 10 in all, they'd come knocking late into the night and make off with eager new merchandise for the Collective. They donned their usual gear, chains and simple arms, crude yet effective weapons for the task at hand. While Forty wasn't a seasoned Slaver nor a brilliant leader, he knew his goals. Mr. Big had given him rough plots of Liberty City's patrol routes and he picked a blatant lapse in coverage just hours before the sun would rise.

In the darkest moments of the night Filthy and haggardly built bombs with short wave frequency transceivers were placed near the front gates, but these would not be used as the breaching points. Rather they will serve to be the exit strategy. The small team was used to foul conditions so there were no complaints when Forty told them to crawl through the primitive sewage systems that ran from the city. They were gaunt and silent apart from the slosh of the detritus around them. They smelled but, it was nothing compared to the life back in Old Man's Corner. They shook and rubbed off as much as they could and proceeded to shamble towards the residential area. The team knew their orders and split off into 5 teams of 2.

Forty crouched near a bent piece of sheet metal that bled light from inside betraying the presence of the family inside. He nodded to Fifteen and their built frames easily toppled over the flimsy door; the residents had heard the instruction and a middle aged man rounded the corner with gun in hand. Forty rushed him immediately and pinned the man to the wall with his broad shoulders. They struggled for a while until Forty got his meaty hand around the man's head and slammed it into the ground knocking the poor sod out. By this time Fifteen had gathered up a woman and child chaining them together by the neck before handing Forty the lead. 3 new chipper and eager recruit's for the Small family, sure they cried now but after Mr. Big works his magic on them, they'd be valuable assets to the Collective. They chained the family and Forty dragged them behind him, screams from the the work of his siblings rang into the night as the Liberty City began to rouse itself. Forty knew the time they had left was drawing thin, and he had to proceed with the escape plan. They'd come out the way they came in, all the while ignoring the distress of their new "siblings". He blew the explosives using his shortwave radio, he counted 6 of the 8 blew as expected and the other 2 misfiring a few seconds later than he wanted. No matter; hopefully, they'd serve their purpose and give ample time for their escape. Of course that was in theory, the city may have other plans before he and his 10 siblings made it out with the haul of 37 new "family" members.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Everyone, I must repeat myself; you can still keep doing what you're doing, as long as you mark it as a Flashback. That's what I plan to do with @Madly33 and @Ciphra tomorrow.

@KenyeIsMyLife, hope you don't mind, but gave your character something to do.

@Letter Bee

THats fine

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Forty

Hours had passed since Forty had left the smoldering wreck, he hadn't really payed attention to how low the sun was in the sky and before he knew it, it was hidden far below the buildings casting just a eerie twilight into the air. It would be another day's walk to Liberty City where he meant to ask some locals the whereabouts of his friends; for now he was left wandering near some sort of park. The park however seemed off. Stone buildings and plaques rose from the ground, some cracked and overgrown with stubborn but dried out weeds, some remained relatively pristine in the landscape.

Forty stared in quiet awe, just moments before he was crossing toppled roadways and mantling imposing ruins,but now it was just a flat plain interwoven with stone crosses and slabs. It had a somberness about it, but that didn't take from the apparent danger of his situation. He'd been around long enough to know the dangers the night brings; only the truly dangerous monstrosities and the painfully desperate Wastelanders came out after dark. He'd have to find some shelter.

The sun had settled further into the horizon, the night quickly approaching, when he heard the clink of metal and leather on concrete. His gaze turned upwards at a silhouette rappelling down the side of a highway. It cleared the height and worked to make itself as small and inconspicuous as possible privy to their situation. She was uncannily good at it, but he'd already seen her and it doesn't take much to keep an eye on something you're intently focused at. He started to make his way towards the silhouette before he lost it in the myriad of stones, and mimicked its movements, not wanting to be the blubbering idiot that alerts a deathclaw or something. He was making good progress until his unfortunate hands ran across a stone cross and it came crumbling down in a dusty heap, quite audibly he might add.

@XDark AnorexiaX

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Forty

Forty pulled himself upright as the ringing in his ears finally subsided. Poor TwentyTwo, and Thirty hadn't even known what exactly blew up, and Twelve was left staring at the two bleeding stumps of her legs as the Microfusion explosion of the centuries old car had abruptly disturbed their trail.

Unfortunately Forty survived and, Mr. Big explicitly said "Don't think of coming back if that girl ain't behind you.

Point is, he had to find this mystery girl and bring her back. Actually, he wasn't quite sure who she exactly was, he was just told he was looking for some runaway that the Mr Big was implored by one of his old friends to bring back.

Unfortunately, the trail kinda died when Twelve finally bled out. Still, he had his duty, and the old saying "Bring Back the Lost Lambs!" urged him forward. Poor girl must be terrified being away from her master, and Forty felt honor bound to lead her back home.

However what Forty did know is that she doesn't stay in one place for too long, probably too afraid to stay put without her Master protecting her, poor thing. That meant she was probably living a nomadic life of a scavenger; so all Forty had to do was find her and welcome her back to the Grand Collective with open arms, everyone knew the Grand Collective was the place for all Masters to pick up their lost Lambs, so why would Forty think she wouldn't want to go back.

For now he quietly hummed a tune as he trekked through the ruins of Nuuyok.

@XDark AnorexiaX

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Name= Forty "Lucky Charms" Small

Age= 18

Looks=


Like his "siblings" he is shaved bald for ease of cleaning and the tag 40-MrB is branded on his forearm to show who he belongs to.

Personality=Your average everyday, run-of-the-mill, human asset acquisition specialist, or slaver for the layman. A straight-shooter type of guy, not overtly friendly nor hostile but just there to help out his team get some new products. As such he is not one for personals, heated debates or inter-team conflicts preferring rather to give nods or head shakes to most questions and a firm "On it" for direct orders. That said he isn't a totally socially inept, he knows the proper conduct of a good honest working slaver and listens attentively to the stories of Mr. Big and visiting veteran slavers, but he was never one to start a conversation, mostly because he and those around him seem to end up in especially dangerous and fatal experiences.
Faction= Slavers

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength- 8
Perception- 7
Endurance- 10
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 7
Luck- 1

Backstory=
It's weird, Forty didn't remember his parents, in fact Mr. Big (Bless His Soul) didn't remember them either. He did remember being told he was now part of a greater organization. The Slavers Of Nuuyok, a proud and rich collective striving to "Bring affordable labor to the wastes!"
Unfortunately others didn't believe in Mr. Big's ideals, and LO! Forty was given a gun! A shotgun! And it was good. "Go fetch me some merchandise Small," Mr. Big would say. To which he and a team of 5 of his "siblings" would respond "On it."

Weapon choice=
"Forty's Gun" - Pump Action 12 gauge
"Forty's Machete" - Machete
"Forty's Sack of Chains" - Bag 'em and tag 'em

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Woohoo a Fallout RP to fill the void until the release! Im new to the site but hopefully this is acceptable.

Name= Forty "Lucky Charms" Small

Age= 18

Looks=

Like his "siblings" he is shaved bald for ease of cleaning and the tag 40-MrB is branded on his forearm to show who he belongs to.

Personality=Your average everyday, run-of-the-mill, human asset acquisition specialist, or slaver for the layman. A straight-shooter type of guy, not overtly friendly nor hostile but just there to help out his team get some new products. As such he is not one for personals, heated debates or inter-team conflicts preferring rather to give nods or head shakes to most questions and a firm "On it" for direct orders. That said he isn't a totally socially inept, he knows the proper conduct of a good honest working slaver and listens attentively to the stories of Mr. Big and visiting veteran slavers, but he was never one to start a conversation, mostly because he and those around him seem to end up in especially dangerous and fatal experiences.
Faction= Slavers

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength- 8
Perception- 7
Endurance- 10
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 7
Luck- 1

Backstory=
It's weird, Forty didn't remember his parents, in fact Mr. Big (Bless His Soul) didn't remember them either. He did remember being told he was now part of a greater organization. The Slavers Of Nuuyok, a proud and rich collective striving to "Bring affordable labor to the wastes!"
Unfortunately others didn't believe in Mr. Big's ideals, and LO! Forty was given a gun! A shotgun! And it was good. "Go fetch me some merchandise Small," Mr. Big would say. To which he and a team of 5 of his "siblings" would respond "On it."

Weapon choice=
"Forty's Gun" - Pump Action 12 gauge
"Forty's Machete" - Machete
"Forty's Sack of Chains" - Bag 'em and tag 'em