Marik

Fallout: Dixie Rivermen

Name:
France Kota

Race:
Indian

Age:
18

Height:
5’11

Weight:
160 Lbs.

Appearance:
Tall, built, majestic. France’s dark brown skin covers a well-toned body that is absent of the wear of the wastes. She has a rather youthful face with full lips, wide eyes that take on an earthy brown shade, a slightly curved nose, and large unkempt eyebrows. She has a head of thick black hair that goes down to her mid-back. Her womanly attributes are prominent, with wide hips and a large bust.

Equipment:
Vault 117 Jacket- A jacket made from the old Vault 117 jumpsuits. Tailored by some of the women from the New Kannon City settlement.

Pre War Teenager Outfit- Clothes that were stored in Vault 117. Jeans, a back tee, short white socks, and red sneakers.

Messenger Bag- A bag containing France’s paper, pens, and drawn out maps.

New Kannon City Documents- Documents containing Frances citizenship and occupation.

Small Backpack- A small backpack with 5 cans of foodstuff and 5 bottles of water, as well as a small first aid kit.

Caps Wallet- A pouch meant for the purpose of the wasteland’s currency, bottle caps. Currently holds 28 of them.

Weapons:
9mm Pistol- A 9mm pistol with the requisite 2 magazines. Given to France under loan from New Kannon City.

Baseball Bat- A wooden baseball bat, loaned from the New Kannon City armory.

Specializations:
Navigation, cartography, heavy lifting, reading, writing.

Other:
France is officially considered a New Kannon City scout, employed by the higher ups to observe and document the wastes.

Negative Attributes:
France is young, and has lived her whole life inside and in the immediate area of New Kannon City; not even the stories she’s been told could ever prepare her for what goes on in the world. She was raised on lies, and has a very wrong interpretation of the world before the bombs fell. Even though she has an intimidating stature, France has never been in combat and has very little experience with shooting firearms.

Biography:
Cannon City was a large American town centered around learning in southern North Carolina. Vault 117 was built under Brown Elementary, and with the funding of a wealthy benefactor, the Vault was filled with many books and other items filled with information on the old world. When the bombs fell, the students were the ones saved from nuclear fire, and the teachers continued their normal jobs so that when the Vault doors opened, the next generation would have the brains to repopulate the world.

The was one problem though, the stuff that was being taught was all lies. Every book that had been stored in the vault was filled with information on a world that didn’t even exist. Different histories, fake historical figures, even false religions were given to the people of Vault 117. The only thing that stayed constant in their information was America, but everything else was changed. They were scholars, but scholars that did the world no good. In the following years, the people of the vault would claim the school above and the surrounding buildings, forming New Kannon City. France was born inside the vault, the child of a teacher and one of the city board leaders. She was named after “The country of her people”, France, “The largest empire on the continent of Sunland that lies to the west”.

At a young age, France took to one thing, cartography. She loved maps. Continents, islands, countries, borders, bodies of water, it was all so interesting to the girl. She’d spend many a night examining the maps of the old world; from the Burgundy Strait to the Barbaros Islands to the south east. This love to the drawing of the earth led to France studying the surrounding lands of her city. Seeing this talent and feeling as if they could use it, France’s parents decided to employ their daughter as a scout, forcing her into a rigorous exercise routine to prepare her for the wasteland. As it stands, she now studies and maps for her city, but her ultimate goal is to create a map of the entire new world.

Call of Madness

Intent on putting as much distance between him and this creature, Wesley cautiously sidles over to the isle that flanks the seating on the left end of the room, eyes locked on the beast and axe raised so it knows that he means business. But as he backed away, for every step back that thing took one forward, never letting Wesley gain any distance. It was probably the most disgusting thing the boy had ever seen, the sickening display of human remains forcing a gag reflex.

That and the incessant wailing, that seemed to be coming from the paintings… A noise that seemed to upset the creature. With that, Wesley got an idea. Tearing one of the paintings from the wall, he’d grip it like a shield, blocking his body from the beast as he advanced forward with weapon in hand. Going around its right side, Wesley strikes, once, twice, three times, Bringing down the heavy weapon on the monster’s back. With any luck he'd kill, or at least make the thing know that he did not want to be fucked with. Going around it and heading for the door was his intention, always keeping himself and the painting facing the monster.

Call of Madness

Sorry about the shitty writing, I'll try to focus a bit more on it in future posts. I'm still new to this kind of GMing, so it's going to be a bit bumpy here and there. I hope you can understand!

Also, when it comes to combat, you can write freely between your character and the enemy, but don't kill them or describe other fatal wounds. I take your roleplaying/writing into account when determining the outcome of a hostile encounter, so it's not just for show!

And make sure to update your character sheets with attribute changes, item gain/loss, and whatever else noted in the in-character!

@Prisk

Shitty? You’re doing fine. I’m really getting into the effort you’re putting into all your posts, It’s actually something unique and creative.

Rampant: A Superhero/ Supervillain RP

So, I’ll get my next post up once the time of day advances forward, seeing as how Detroit is a few hours’ drive from Columbus.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Shots have been fired! *Ducks down and awaits the fall out*

@Loud Angry Dead

Yeah, stuffs popping of everywhere!

Posted.

Now things are getting good.

@EnterTheHero

Now we've got a real match!

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Krimson

With Icarus distracted and the boys taking fire, this gave Ashley the perfect chance to get into costume. Bloody hands transformed into sleek gauntlets that led into a leather like cuirass with rich crimson fabric flowing over it. Her legs gave way to a slightly baggy pair of pants with strapped boots climbing up to just under the knees. Finally, the blood climbed up the sides of Ashley’s face and situated itself around her eyes for a mask. In the span of minutes, a slightly inconspicuous teenager has become the one known as Krimson, emerging valiantly from her hiding spot for the world to see. Grabbing at the palm of her hand with the other, she’d slowly pull them apart to reveal the curved blade of a sword emerging from her stream, seeming to appear from thin air.

Meanwhile, as their bullets pelted into Icarus, it became apparent that their firearms weren’t much more than an annoyance. Throwing their guns down in frustration, they each pulled a grenade from their belts, confidant that a more explosive measure would do the trick. But by now, the armored man had cleared his vision, looking like he wasn’t up to having any more of this situation. He launched a series of objects at the group, and upon seeing some sort of device heading right at her; Krimson readied her blade, slicing the object in two before it got the chance to fulfill its purpose. Smiling brashly, she looked to her companions expecting to see them equally on top of things.

They would be if they had been Meta, but they weren’t. Krimson frowned at the twitching bodies of her compatriots flat on the ground, in no condition to continue this fight. “And there goes our meal ticket…” As Icarus lifted both himself and the car into the air, Ash shot a rope of blood to the ascending vehicle, and using as a grappling hook by drawing it back into her stream. Now situated on top of the car, she took a stance, facing Icarus and staring him square in the eyes. “And I’ll remind you that this is MY score, that was MY boss that you just made extra crispy, and that was MY blood that you evaporated. For that, I think you owe me some in return… and it’s Krimson! Krimson with a K!” Drawing her katana back, Ashley swung, giving a flurry of slashes at this armored do-gooder.

Call of Madness

@Prisk My sheet is accepted?

@DJAtomika

I would think that if your sheet got a like, which it did, then yes, you are accepted.

Rampant: A Superhero/ Supervillain RP

I present to you, a collaboration effort between Gurren1 and Marik.

Dark tires barreled down the hot pavement, the roaring motors and wailing of sirens giving signal that trouble was afoot. But what did you expect, the worst souls in Cleveland were free to do as they please, treating the city like a child playing with an anthill. When Dean checked his rearview, he was only able to count three cars on his tail. The group slithered and skidded around street corners, Dean doing everything in his power to lose his followers, but that just didn’t seem possible giving the tenacity of the police force. If he was going to lose these guys, he’d need a little something extra…

Acid Stiker chokes on the smoke, outraged that the hero had escaped with his life. "Damn, why do I have a feeling that guy’s gonna be a problem later on?" He mumbles to himself, but quickly notices the sirens now blaring on him.

"Great now I got to deal with these jokers." He says to himself as he runs to the milddle of the street and then puts both hands on the hot pavement. His acid then slowly crawls towards the sirens which were now almost on him and hopefully this would burn the rubber of the tires making whoever in those cars easy targets.

“What the?!" Dean grimaced at the man that so suddenly walked in the middle of the street. The way he knelt down and placed his hands on the road almost made it seem like he was trying to get himself killed, but the sudden spread of some sort of substance on the pavement said otherwise. As he vehicles crossed over the acid they skittered to a halt, tires and even parts of the metal wheels melting. The whole situation was strange and confusing, but there was no time to try and reason here. The cops were already mobilizing behind their accidental barricade of cars, guns at the ready.

Dean squirmed out the passenger door, knowing full well that this would end in a shootout. It wasn’t worth waiting for the police to give their usual spiel, as there was no way that Sūn Rising was going to turn himself in now. Kneeling by the hood, his machine gun blasted round after round at the frame of the squad cars, hitting a majority of metal over flesh. Bullets whizzed in Dean’s direction, breaking the glass windows of the car he used for cover. Uprising would still be in the back, in full danger of hitting hit. And then there was this guy, the one who halted the chase. It was difficult to figure out if his inclusion helped or hindered this scenario, but it was obvious by his actions that he wasn’t on the side of the police. “Hey, you wanna help me with this?!”

"What have I just walked into?" He said as all of the sudden gun shots started bursting through the air all around him. Acid Striker wasn't the smartest man but he could deduct that the police really didn't want these guys to go anywhere.

Acid Striker however hated the cops and maybe helping these guys would get him more allies in the city. So without another thought he transformed his right hand into a crude acidic spike and with some concentration was able to fire it into one if the police cruisers windshield burning the glass. Striker hit another cruiser with his weapon this time killing one if the officers inside with a direct hit in the chest. Soon some of the cops started firing on him and even if the bullets weren't exactly hurting him they were still quite annoying.

"I could need a distraction!" He said to the group hoping for a response.

Oh, the monstrous powers of the Caught were fantastic indeed. Dean marveled at how easy this man could sunder his enemies. Acid Striker was truly a weapon that he could use on his side. It didn’t take long for Dean to gun down what forces remained with this extra help. He was lucky, as in the current state of the city the police were scattered and unorganized. A smile crept across his face; even though things seemed like they were going initially bad, he truly felt that good fortunes lied ahead. Retiring his gun to his back, Dean turns to Acid Striker. “Domo arigato acid man. You truly came in handy. Your powers are just what I have use for. I am Sūn Rising, and I wish to take this city. If you would like to help me, I could grant you wealth and power. But now I must head to Detroit and call my men to arms. If you think this is a good idea for you, call this number…” Dean produces a small scrap of paper with a phone number written on it, and hands it to Acid Striker. “Think about it… Sayonara!”

Without another word, Dean grabs his unconscious conscript from the back of the police cruiser, and begins his long trek. Thankfully, he looked rather unharmed by the fight that ensued. Before long, the two had arrived a dingy motel, where Dean would leave Uprising safe in one of the rooms. When the kid would wake, he’d find a note on the bedside table.

Hello!

I am sorry to say that your plan at the mall has failed. Do not worry, I have saved you from the police. I think you owe me for this. You want the world to change, and I can help with that. Right now, I am leaving the city to get my men and guns. DO NOT DO ANYTHING HASTY. You are sure to be a wanted man. Come back to this motel in 24 hours if you wish to join me.

- Sūn Rising

With that taken care of, Dean walked back to the mall, retrieving his car and starting the drive to Detroit. It’s been almost a year since he’s laid eyes on the city. He hoped that TAG hadn’t changed much since then…

If this thread overtakes the MLP game, I'll wear a Brony avatar and sig for a year.

@Antarctic Termite

Pickles or weed?

Pickling food is the process of making food bad.

@Azarthes

I drink pickle juice. how does that make you feel Aza?