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A minigun is realistic by any means in fall out, and they are not hard to come by especially if your a mutant because mutants are prone to carry huge weapons such as that. However the laser minigun is the weapon id consider unrealistic seeming only certain factions used it and its power is unparallelled to most gun. The gun I am carrying is not the most powerful of miniguns in Fall out which is why I chose it.

It can tear you a new ass if your on the wrong end of it of course, but considering it chews up ammo like a beast, he would have to use it sparingly plus as I said in the post it is for last resorts not for every situation that the group may encounter.
Grant simply nodded his head as he watched Jackson walk back into the bar, slowly Grant pulled his hood back up over his helmet and went in the opposite direction. It was obvious that job was not going to be like taking out a raiders camp that much was obvious. He wondered if anybody else was feeling like they wanted out, it didn't seem like it but then again you never can tell with humans the way they often his crucial emotion. Grant liked to believe he was like that once upon a time, but the truth was after the transformation things like emotion are severely dulled even to the point of not being able to recognize certain emotions. But there was one such emotion all mutants had and that was anger without a doubt. But things like fear and remorse or dieing were not so big with mutants, hell no mutant feared death, and perhaps that was the reason why mutants died so hastily because without fear they are relentless in any situation. Grant wondered if that was the reason why he had been approached to go with that group... then again the other mutant in the group seemed more then enough for a mission if it came to size and no fear of death.

As Grant walked through the Hub many of the people he caught staring at him or starting to move in opposite directions, this town truly was no different then the others, and it was a sad and maddening thing when people classified his kind all into one stereotype, it was insulting to those Mutants who had ascended beyond that cannibalistic tendency, the ones who truly tried to live a life that was good and not wreckless killing. Sometimes Grant wondered what the point was in trying to convince these people that mutants were not all bad just different, truly sometimes even he just wanted to crush them all. But in the end it would only prove them right, that a dead mutant is a good mutant. Grant turned his course and walked into what some might consider a shadier part of town, one he knew quite well for he had a small place in this town that he retired too when life in the wastelands got a bit rough, most people avoided this part of town anyways so it was easy to slip in and out here and there.

The walk was short before Grant came to a small entrance at the end of a rather dank alley way in the Hub, raising his large hand he grabbed the handle of the door and wrenched it hard opening the door. The door was actually jammed when it closed so a good amount of strength was needed to pry it open, most did not even bother with it seeming the building was abandoned or so they thought. Walking in Grant closed the door behind him and descended down the narrow stair way ducking slightly to avoid the overhang at the bottom, walking to the door at the end of the hall he slowly applied a code to the panel, he cursed these panels honestly for his fingers were so big but he managed to input the code as the door clicked and he walked inside. The room was pretty big to someone who was human but medium size to him, walking across the room Grant came to the bed where a rather large locked case was present, it was very dusty for he had not opened it for a very long time, picking up the large case with mere ease he placed it on the bed and reached into his clocked and removed a key from his neck and slowly placed it in the lock opening the case.

Inside was a CZ57 Mini gun, a remnant of his time back in the vault he was imprisoned in, more like a trophy from the super mutant who kept him binded down there for so long. Pulling it out of the case the gun was pretty much in mint condition still, compliments to the gun store owner who fixed it up for him if one day he required the extra fire power. Until now he had no use for it, for he chose to use his hammer he had constructed, but Grant remembered what Jackson said that some of them might not return so it was best to perhaps be a bit more prepared this time just in case. Grant swung the weapon over his back and concealed it under his black cloak so it would not be easily spotted and clicked the leather strap tightly to keep it from moving too much. Turning Grant just left the open case on the bed and removed the two extra ammo boxes and placed them on his leather belt under his cloak. Now all there was that was left was too wait, Grant never slept, in fact it was impossible for any of his kind to really sleep due to the radiation so he just sat down silently and waited.

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Time passed by slowly but soon enough the time to meet had come, Grant slowly ascended the stairs and walked out into the cool air of the morning, closing the door behind him it jammed once more and he left it behind himself. Grant liked the morning, there were barely any people around at this time of day and that suited him just fine, it was nice to have a walk where he did not have to worry all the much about getting attacked. It had not taken Grant too long to reach the meet up point, most of the humans going on the trip were there already and waiting, he silently took up a position near Jackson and slowly leaned against a near by building, he said nothing but waited to move out. Grant was not much for words unless the time called for it.
"Yeah my only question would be what is the big deal about Courier Six I am not well versed on them."

Grant spoke in a gruff low deep voice that could only belong to a mutant, but the way he articulated his words no doubt caused confusion as to if he was in fact a mutant or not. However he had grown accustom to people constantly trying to harass him because he was a mutant, but surprisingly this town had not yet caught on to the fact that he was one yet and that in itself was surprising to him. Grant slowly lowered his black hood to reveal a dented and crude metal helmet that meant at the base line of the mask he wore over his face, they almost seemed to connect to each other to conceal the super mutants face.

"I am sorry I am late I had a job to finish in Clement's town and unfortunate circumstances arose after the fact while on my way here. An if anyone would like to know my name is Grant, just Grant."

Grant stood silently as he looked at the small group they all seemed capable enough, he was surprised however to see one of his kind among the group, it was not often that Super Mutants were friendly enough to work with other people or not raid towns, it was actually refreshing to Grant however he neither knew nor wanted to know at this point the true motivations of his brother in arms, however he was more curious about why he was summoned here today to this town and why in such a mysterious manner, it had only been about two days ago now but he had just been finishing a job given to him by the town of Clement to take down a camp of raiders who was holding all their children hostage in a cave a mile outside of town.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 DAYS PREVIOUS . . . . . .~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Wait, wait we can talk this out!"

Grant held the sledge hammer in one hand as he glared at the pig of a man who dared to beg him to talk about the act he had just committed, down on the ground a young girl was huddled in a ball shaking and crying, Grant had been unable to console her an the man in front of him was the reason why. All around the cave guns and spent casings were scattered everywhere over a pool of blood that had amassed from the several dead Raider that had taken refuge in the cave, in the corner the children were safe and sound something Grant was happy about. This man however... Grant had arrived too late to stop this vile man from this girl and now he was trying to beg for mercy but there was none, not even in Grants mind and heart.

"You don't deserve talking raider scum, you have committed a despicable act against this girl on ground!"

Grant found it hard to keep his wording articulated as the anger was seeping into his blood, this poor innocent girl would be scarred for the rest of her life because of the evil of men like this, men who think they can do anything they want when they want to who they want. Grant went forward as he grabbed the Raider by the neck and picked up up off the ground as if he was a rag doll and brought him face level, the man pissed himself right on the spot as warm liquid started to seep through the cracks of his armor. They never thought a Super Mutant would be the one to come for these children, and now they were paying for it, while it held true that Grant did not prefer violence, he also recognized that it was necessarily to stop evil men such as this. Cowards who go after little children!

"Please... wait we can make a deal... just ... let me.. go"

Grant slowly squeezed the air out of the mans lungs as he was now turning blue in the face, he was trying to claw at Grant's large gloves hands but it was to no avail and he was going to realize that soon enough. Grant had nothing but contempt right now, and even with his mind when a Super Mutant felt contempt they could not be swayed by anyone or anything. But it was when Grant looked at the little girl shaking on the ground that he loosened his grip on the raiders neck, why kill the man when he deserved to be taken back to the family of this little girl so they could deal judgement upon him? Grant brought his other hand up and smashed his fist into the mans face and knocked him cold, putting him over his shoulder Grant slung the war hammer over his back and slowly reached his other huge hand down and slowly picked up the young girl and put her in the crook of his arm.

"No worry little one, you go home now."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~2 HOURS PAST . . . . . .~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grant sat outside the town walls now slowly but surely counting the caps he had been paid for returning the children to the village and dispatching the raiders who had been terrorizing the town. The screams from the raider leader that Grant brought back were echoing all over the wasteland as the parents had their way with him for their daughter that he defiled. It was the foot steps from Grants left side that drew his attention, turning to face the approaching steps Grant noticed a fully armored individual, from what he could tell he was alone, but Grant was not easily fooled by appearances, he appeared alone that did not mean it was so. Turning his bulk of a body towards the man Grant meant his icy gaze as he approached without the slightest amount of fear. He stopped a couple feet away and just seemed to stare at Grant for a time as if he was trying to figure something out, the silence went on for a time before the man ended up breaking it first.

"Are you Grant the Super Mutant?"

Grant looked at the man with rocky eye's as he was curious as to just how this man knew who and what he was without so much as any indication they had meant prior to this time before. It was curious to Grant, but he kept his guard up either way even though it did not seem this man came to try and harm him.

"Yes I am Grant. You are very curious human to walk up to me like you have and seem to know me when I do not recognize you. Who are you and what do you want from me?"

"Who I am is unimportant needless to say, however what I want is to give you a message from my employer Mr.V, a powerful man who is in need of your particular set of skills for a very important job. I can not divulge a lot of details however a team is being assembled in The Hub, Madison bar two days from now, the pay out I assure you is steep. Can we can count on you being there Mr. Grant?"

Grant was a tad surprised to be called Mr, especially when the human knew what he was, however this man did not seem to care in the least of his race or species which for bad or worse was something that Grant respected.

"I will go to The Hub and meet this group then."

The man just nodded to Grant an then turned away to leave him to his business, almost like a mist he disappeared into the inky darkness of the wastelands.
Ok time to post now that im awake xD ^^
Gowi said
If anybody wanted to run military characters it’s amongst GM approval, that much is implied, I’m sure Drew is willing to work with people if they PM him and talk to him about what they’d like to do. The semantics of “how you would do it in his place” should be left at the door however. As for the applications thus far, I believe Drew would like to see a lot more detail particularly in the biography section of the app. Applications are proving to the GM your character’s backstory (and perhaps depth, psychology, etc.) beyond a simple one word sentence or outline notes. But I’m looking forward as AGM to seeing some edits down the road. Look at the in the header post as a good idea of what he wants to see. Convince him of the confidence with your character. =)


I was simply giving an opinion nothing more then that.
Charlie said
It will just take a lot of team work


Thats true but in terms of getting interest to the RP like maybe make 3 open positions for military sorts first come first serve. All I was getting at.
Not that im criticizing your choice to restrict Military occupations but is anyone gonna be military? I mean zombies ok Dogs ok but giant spider doesn't seem like something an ordinary civilian could deal with haha. I mean yeah its obvious everyone usually wants to be a bad ass in an RE RP but to restrict it completely may not get you a lot of people because it isn't RE without BSAA characters.
Name: Grant (The only piece of his name that he can remember.)



Race: Super Mutant

Age: 65 (but this is rough guess on his part)

Gender: Male

Biography: Grant is not like most Super mutants, in fact unlike his kind before him and even after he has retained a lot of his memory from his previous life. Grant unlike most mutants chose to fight and hang on to who he was and in some respects it worked and in others it did not. Grant does not remember where he was born or who his parents were but he does remember that when he turned into a Super Mutant he was trapped within a Vault simply known as 66. Once upon a time Grant was trapped within this vault as a prisoner because his own kind viewed him as not a true super mutant because he unlike the rest did not wish to kill recklessly and chose knowledge over brute force. An it was because of his superior knowledge to his own kind that he escaped Vault 66 and went on the road to start a new life where he did not have to endure the brutality of his kind. However as it is for any mutant life outside was no easier and Grant found that humans were no more forgiving then the Super Mutants and often viewed him as a monster and more often then not tried to kill him then try to give him a chance. Grant became a nomad of sorts never staying in one spot for long and this served him for a time as he tried to survive. However it did not matter where he went he was treated by the same prejudice as before which in the end Grant fashioned himself clothing and a mask that would hide his face and body from the humans and other Super mutants. However this merely worked half the time given his size and rough voice would give him away. Grant wants but one thing in life and that is to be accepted not as a monster but as the man he was before, and he has gone out of his way to gain the trust of others so that he can live a life that is not constantly filled with solitude and no one who cares for him. An that is the reason why he has chosen to fight along side the humans in their cause not because he fully believes in it, but because he wants to show the humans that he not a blood thirsty monster, but a man who has survived the odds and kept his humanity in the face of the worst adversity.

Specialization: Grant specializes in intelligence, strength and Melee weapons. He is able to use large weapons such as chain guns if it be laser or bullet, however he prefers to use melee over guns, to him with his strength and speed Melee is the best option for him.

other: Grant unlike other Super Mutants is able to articulate his words as if he is human, however from time to time given the situation he may lose this ability, given even to him he has to use a lot of brain power just to overcome the handicaps caused by radiation. Grant is also not a brute or someone who chooses to fight first, he feels that he is better then that and will walk away if the choice is presented, he believes if he is to be trusted then he must put aside animal instincts and choose to use words and not weapons in every situation. Also Grant wears clothing in which he fashioned over a couple years he wears a pair of boots made from Brahma hide, a pair of pants that is also made from the same material. A leather and metal chained bandoleer which he wears across his chest and a large black cloak which covered his entire body plus a mask that is made of a material that can only be guessed as bone but it is unknown. An on his hands he wears a pair of leather gloves also Brahma hide.

Weapon list:


Self constructed War hammer which weighs a good three hundred pounds or so
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Ok obviously Haywood is a survivor town controlled by evil men with bad intention, before my next post can someone describe this town so i can put it into my post and get myself more involved?
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