Lord Coake

Vampire: The Masquerade - Scriptures

I am so, so sorry guys. Between finals week and a myriad of personal issues I completely forgot to post. I'l have something up tomorrow. I promise.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

David knew his .45, despite being extremely useful against the more common threats in the wasteland, was worthless against power armor, especially that used by the Enclave. Instead, he focused on helping gather people to defend town center, making sure any wounded received medical supplies, and helping fight as best he could, mainly from taking the occasional pot-shot at an armor joint. He even found himself reciting a short prayer, asking for protection over the city. He hoped what they had done would be enough.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

On news of the Enclave attack, David would be quick to offer his services in any way possible. The Enclave weren't his usual enemies, and would be far better equipped, but David was sure he could handle them, with backup of course. He took the time to find whatever merchant or tradesman he could that was still open, restocking on supplies, and, if one were to exist, stopping by a librarian or other knowledge center to provide them with the information on his updated map, a tradition he kept since his first days of wandering

@Letter Bee

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Still here!

Vampire: The Masquerade - Scriptures

Cranston is a Ventrue, yes.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Beeit's fine. Big RP means things like this happen.

Fallout: Atlanta

David

Name: David Blackford

Appearance: David suffers from the usual charred, rotting skin of a ghoul, but unlike most managed to keep a nearly-full head of hair, though it has gone from its former chocolate brown to an ashy grey color. His eyes have also changed, now a bright orange, reminiscent of the atomic fire that scorched the earth a year ago. He is 5 feet 11 inches in height, and has a weight of 178 pounds.

Race: Ghoul

S.P.E.C.I.A.L: For consistency, let's say 40 points worth
Strength: 5
Perception: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 7
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 5

Skills: Guns(Major), Speech(Major), Medicine(Minor), Repair(Minor), Survival(Minor)

Perks: Gun Nut 1, Educated

Personality: A devout Christian, David believes in doing good for those who do good for him. He always volunteers to help those in need, whether that means building a house, or blowing the brains out of a raider's head. He enjoys a good joke, good friends, and good food. He's all-around a nice guy.

Bio: David does not divulge upon his life before the war, as he sees thinking on it as a pointless endeavor. He prefers to focus on how people can build up the world they have now. Seeing the Great War as the Wrath of God unleashed upon humanity, and that there are people who still have not learned from the mistake, David takes it upon himself to bring the judgement of God to those who have begun to prey on weaker survivors. He does not preach, he does not hold prayer sermons, he merely wanders the wasteland, bringing swift justice to bandit and raider types.

Equipment: He keeps a backpack on him, with a bedroll tied to the bottom of it. Said backpack contains approx. 1 week's supply of food and water, = a decent stock of ammo, mainly in .45 caliber for his handgun, and a small supply of medical items. On his hip he keeps a .45 caliber handgun, nicknamed the 'Hand of God' by David. His main outfit consists of the tattered black clothes of a Catholic priest, with a holster tied to the waist, and a worn but serviceable Bible hanging from his belt by a clasp.

Cheers IN SPAAACE!

@UserSipping his drink, Traz grumbled to himself as Spanner walked into the bar, and immediatly began flirting with the closest woman. Traz never did like Spanner, amazed at his ability to gloat about himself and insult everyone around at the same time. When Spanner started yelling about everyone's balls and commenting about how everyone would turn against him, Traz yelled out "Just fix the damn fan already!". Spanner eventually did, and asked for drink, commenting that the woman he bought a drink for should pay. "What happened Spanner? Run out of enough 'Gentlemanly Charm' to pay for your own drink? Leave the poor girl alone, and maybe I WON'T give the next UTS ship that passes by a call, huh?" Traz called out at him, a fang-filled smirk upon his reptilian face.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

David

Name= David Blackford

Age= 227 years old

Looks (picture optional)= David suffers from the usual charred, rotting skin of a ghoul, but unlike most managed to keep a nearly-full head of hair, though it has gone from its former chocolate brown to an ashy grey color. His eyes have also changed, now a bright orange, reminiscent of the atomic fire that scorched the earth a year ago. He is 5 feet 11 inches in height, and has a weight of 178 pounds. He wears the outfit of a catholic preacher, but tattered, and with a scavenged military belt at his waist, a pistol holster and clasped Bible hanging off of the belt.

Personality= A devout Christian, David believes in doing good for those who do good for him. He always volunteers to help those in need, whether that means building a house, or blowing the brains out of a raider's head. He enjoys a good joke, good friends, and good food. He's all-around a nice guy.

Faction= Wastelanders

S.P.E.C.I.A.L=
Strength- 5
Perception- 6
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 7
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 7
Luck- 6

Backstory= David does not divulge upon his life before the war, as he sees thinking on it as a pointless endeavor. He prefers to focus on how people can build up the world they have now. Seeing the Great War as the Wrath of God unleashed upon humanity, and that there are people who still have not learned from the mistake, David takes it upon himself to bring the judgement of God to those who have begun to prey on weaker survivors. He does not preach, he does not hold prayer sermons, he merely wanders the wasteland, bringing swift justice to bandit and raider types. He's been as far south as Atlanta, and as far west as Chicago, going off of a tattered pre-war map he found years ago, updating it with writings in pencil, chalk, marker, or anything else he can write with. He's come to New York with the hopes of ending its slave trade with the Pitt, before striking at the Pitt itself, and overall ending the raider threat.

Weapon choice= On his hip he keeps a .45 caliber handgun, nicknamed the 'Hand of God'.

Any other info not included in the above= He keeps a backpack, with a bedroll tied to the bottom. Inside, he carries approx. 1 week's worth of food and water, a decent supply of ammo for his handgun, and a small stock of medical supplies.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

David had finally arrived in New York City. After a month of trekking to Washington D.C. from Charleston S.C., then a week long steamboat ride from a very friendly man in the Potomac, he was relieved. His main reason for traveling here was in an attempt to disrupt the supply lines of the raiders in Pittsburg, now known as the Pitt, but David also wanted to stick around for a while, and see if he could help out, make NYC a better place. Thanking the steamboat driver, David stepped up to the gates of a makeshift city called Liberty Island, built up around the Statue of Liberty. David waved to the gate guards and introduced himself, making sure to keep a respectable distance, and keep his hands above the waist. "Hey there. Is the city open? My name's David, I'm a traveler, looking for a place to stop for a while."

@Letter Bee