Sofaking Fancy

Breaking the Internet One Post at a Time

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⚜️You will NOT BE a dick. In general you will work well with others and try your best to be a decent human being. Please report anyone being a dick to me, and try not to be one yourself.

⚜️ No Mary Sues/Gary Stues./Jerry Mews/Stew Stues/Bobby Sues/etc. I will not allow characters that are overused, bland, and otherwise uninteresting to play with. Oh no your entire house burned down, your family is dead, and you were a slave for a while, but you don't really have PTSD and you are gorgeous and everyone loves you? Oh. And you're the chosen one too? Yeah. No. None of that. I don't mind tropes because tropes happen. I have more than I should in the plot of this RP alone. But what I don't appreciate is the perfect person with the tragic backstory and all the powers. Also, no edgelords. Just. Take your dark lifestyle and emo haircut elsewhere.

⚜️ No Meta Knowledge/God Modding. If you know something that your character doesn't know, don't let them know it. Do not control other people's characters without asking. Do not auto-hit, or make an action that avoids all consequences. Be mindful of the things you do, and if you have a question, you can always ask.

⚜️ The quality of your posts should be readable, flow well, and not have any jilted action or dialogue that doesn't make any sense to the context of the RP. A few typos are fine. I'm bound to make mistakes as well. Hell, I'm known for posting drunk sometimes. Probably drunk now. But please bring your best quality to the table. As far as quantity goes, just make sure your post covers what needs to be covered. No need to get too long, and definitely don't get too short. An RP buddy once said: "like a skirt: short enough to be enticing but long enough to cover all the important parts."

⚜️ Romance is fine, I actually encourage building bonds with your fellow characters, but no smut.

⚜️ If you have any questions. ANY AT ALL. Please do not hesitate to contact me or someone else on the staff (assuming I get a staff). There are no stupid questions. Well, there are, but I highly doubt you'll be asking "What are butts?" "How... cat?" "Do I need to type for this RP?"

⚜️ You have three days to respond once it hits your turn. I'm not saying you have to respond every three days, but that you need to respond within three days when it's your turn to post. Let me know if you cannot get a response in, and you will be skipped. If you fail to let me know, you're allowed three turns of unresponsiveness, before your character is removed (probably violently) from the scene. If you do let me know, you're allowed five consecutive turns before you're removed from the scene (non-violently, as you were polite.)

⚜️ Please let me know when you are too busy to RP. I get it. I have a life, job, responsibilities, etc. So, if you are having a rough week, month, or whatever, let me know. I am more than happy to work with you.

⚜️ When performing an action, do not write what comes after it. For instance: you shoot at a villain. Please don't say it kills them. I'm the one that decides that. Or that you are hacking a system and are successful. Once again, it's up for me to decide that. That being said, if it stunts your post, you can always ask me in the OOC or PM (I don’t recommend the discord chat). I understand not wanting to have a very short post where nothing is done. Think of this as playing DnD or the like. I'm the DM, I tell you when things are successful.

⚜️ Do not argue with me about the result. There's either a) a story reason you can't do this b) whatever you're doing something to is more powerful c) you don't have the skills for it (i.e. you have a strength of 4 and are attempting to pick up a car.) I have reasons for doing what I'm doing. I assure you. I'm not doing it to make you look bad. Also place a little fleur-de-lise somewhere in your sheet so I know you've read and accepted this.

⚜️ As always, perform actions and participate in dialogue in a way that makes sense for your character. If you are acting inconsistent with your character, I will call you out on it. I understand there's character growth, or you figure that this character's funnier than you first anticipated, but there's also creating a pacifist and having him murder 10 people without consequence. Seriously. I've seen this shit.

⚜️ Also. Any and every rule is subject to change, and I'm allowed to add or remove rules as I see fit. I'll usually let you know.

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⚜️Here is your CS and a not-so-brief guideline on how to fill it out. When finished with your CS, please place it in the OOC. You’re only allowed to place it in the “Characters” tab if/when you’re accepted.

Character Creation Guildeline

⚜️ When creating your character, think of them as an NPC with dialogue in terms of power level. You are not the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One, the Lone Wanderer, the Courier, or the Lone Survivor. You’re barely even a companion. Sure, you might hand out a quest, or be intrinsic in the beginning levels of the game, but you are NOT the end all. You are an average person with a few profitable abilities.

⚜️ Now, I worry what you just heard is: “make a boring ass character.” What I said was, “don’t make the protagonist of a video game.” You can make your character as weird or bland (within reason) as you want. This is Fallout, not milquetoast land.

⚜️ And as much as I hate to do this: your character can have no tie ins to canonical characters within the games OR factions. No being the long-lost brother of the Chosen One or bffs with the Lone Wanderer. Don’t tie your characters into smaller characters either. I’ve chosen to do this to make sure that our little bubble is preserved so that newer players or people who have never played aren’t confused and/or spoiled. Failure to do this will lead to me not accepting your CS.

⚜️ NAME, GENDER, and AGE are up to your discretion. Do note, no characters under the age of 18. The governor would not employ children for his job.

⚜️ SPECIES

• Humans & Ghouls: Fine and acceptable.
• Supermutant: I’m rather remiss to accept this species, as there are very few intelligent supermutants and the governor would be slow on hiring one for very special escort mission. That being said, I can be convinced with a CS that justifies and rationalizes the character and isn’t all “ROAR SMASH BLWERWEGWY!”
• Synths: My problem with this species is that it has no story prevalence in this setting. Louisiana doesn’t know or care about them. I’m not saying you can’t be one, but don’t expect it to have the importance it did in FO4. It’s also mildly problematic that you’re playing a human(+) without the disadvantage of appearing different. Though, I encourage you, if you do want a synth to make it an older model--ala Valentine. Having something obviously physical about them that is uncanny would improve your roleplay experience, and it would also make me feel better. But if you want a fully functioning, completely hidden synth--feel free to write “human” as your species and include that they’re a synth in their bio. And I’m not saying this isn’t allowed, just don’t abuse it. Make a good CS, and I’ll not care.
• Robots: Mister Handy, Mister Gutsy, Miss Nanny, and Robobrains are probably the only autonomous--enough--robot to be in a game like this. I’ll accept them. Please don’t make your own robots or make a special Sentry robot that is autonomous. Stick to the lore.

⚜️ HOMETOWN can be one of the few cities I mentioned. The more complicated one would be the Big Easy, but as long as you have a decent reason to be from there. You can also make up your own city. It can be a legit city in Louisiana, or you can make up your own town. You can also come from somewhere else, but please keep in mind travel time. If you do end up making your own town, write a blurb for it, and after/if you’re accepted I’ll add it to the lore.

⚜️ No characters who are part of canonical FACTIONS. No Brotherhood of Steel members, you are a mercenary for hire without a steady career, or you wouldn’t be here. The Enclave hasn’t settled here… or have they? And Louisiana is so far removed from the other factions from the other games, that they have no reason to be here.

⚜️ You can make up your own FACTION. You can be factionless. These things are fine.Just avoid making an OP faction, or making your character have zero ties. This is Fallout. Even the bugs are deadly. If you do end up making your own, write a blurb for it, and after/if you’re accepted I’ll add it to the lore.

⚜️ Your APPEARANCE can be an illustration, photograph (as long as it is true to the setting), or just a description. I’m not accepting animu images or obvious selfies. That being said, even if you use an image, I still ask that you write an appearance. It is so much more than blond hair, blue eyes, six pack, handsome for daayyyyss. It’s how they stand. It’s how they position their face. It’s their attitude. It’s how you can see a bit of a history in their stance. This is your chance to crawl into your character's skin and decide their demeanor. I expect to be able to fully visualize them from this.

⚜️ You know what I hate writing about? PERSONALITY! Because usually what I put to paper ends up being a little skewed when I RP. So. I ask that you fill this personality test out, CLICK. Answer it AS your character. I asked you to get under their skin, now I ask that you get into their brain and figure out how they would respond to these questions. Place your answer where it states in the CS. In the next portion, write how a person describes interacting with your character. You’ve got an idea of them, now how do they present themselves to others. Please let this be only a few sentences long. Do not contradict yourself.

⚜️SPECIAL is an acronym for your Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, and Luck. You have points to distribute with a low of 1 and a high of 10. Below is a point break down:

• 1: You have a crippling disability of some sort that doesn’t allow you to participate at all in this skill. EXAMPLE: Your character is blind, and so they’ve taken a massive hit to their Perception.
• 2: While not impossible there is something impeding you from ever improving this stat. You’re not crippled but you’re not getting better. EXAMPLE: As a young adventurer you took an arrow to the knee and have a permanent limp, and so they’ve taken a hit to Agility.
• 3-4: You haven’t kept up with this skill and let it fall to the wayside. It could eventually get better, but only with hardwork and practice. EXAMPLE: Your character has a sensitive stomach, and so you’ve taken a hit to Endurance. That being said they could harden up in the length of a journey or take to more exotic foods.
• 5: You’re an average person. This skill takes no positive or negatives. This is a fully functioning, but not exceptional, skill. EXAMPLE: You were born.
• 6-7: You’ve trained this ability, and as such are above average with it. Though keep in mind, this isn’t something you were born with. Just something you’ve worked on. EXAMPLE: Your decided to start lifting heavy objects in succession every day, and as such as received a bonus to Strength.
• 8-9: You have a natural skill that is combined with years of hard work to hone it. Rarely anyone is better at you at this skill. EXAMPLE: You naturally picked up on things when you were young, and they were exposed to libraries of texts and information. As such, your Intelligence is great.
• 10: A stat should only be this high if there's an outstanding reason for it to be. It should be based on your species, or some extraordinary event in your past. This is the only number I'm going to need entirely rationalized. EXAMPLE: You're a supermutant, and as such your strength is ridiculous. You're a robot so your intelligence is through the roof.

Please keep in mind, that these stats can fluctuate throughout the RP, barring one. Luck will always stay in the same place you put it in the beginning. I’m NOT saying “make it high or else” just that you can’t improve your luck. If you could, I’d work that out every day.

⚜️Your TRAIT and SKILLS can be found on this Gdoc CLICK. I’ve condensed the traits and skills from Fallout 1, 2, and New Vegas. Fallout 3 and 4 doesn’t use this system. That being said, I like it because it adds spice to the roleplaying element. Yes, you might note that I’ve removed a few of them or altered how they work. This is mostly to transition them from a videogame setting and into a RP one. Please note you get ONE TRAIT. You also get ONE COMBAT SKILL and ONE ACTION OR PASSIVE SKILL. That being said, if you don’t wish to take a combat skill, you can take TWO ACTION, TWO PASSIVE, OR ONE ACTION AND ONE PASSIVE SKILL. Not everyone in this game has to wield a weapon. Please note that having a Combat skill in say “Small Guns” doesn’t limit you from owning a melee weapon. Think of this as the thing you’re proficient in, not the sole thing your capable of using.

⚜️ Do not give yourself a PERK. Instead write a variation of N/A, None, etc. I’ll give you a perk if/when I accept your CS. If there is a perk on this CS, I will ignore it.

⚜️ Your STRENGTHS and WEAKNESSES are just that. A thing that might help you in writing them is look at your SPECIAL, what is your character good at and what are they bad at. Please keep in mind I will not take game-breaking strengths and sad sad weaknesses.

⚜️ Your EQUIPMENT I leave mostly to you. Just a few things:

• Only Two Weapons (I may accept three if they’re all small weapons like a pistol, a switchblade, and A grenade.) No modded weapons unless you have an intelligence of 6 or above, but keep them out of the range of OP.
• Armor doesn’t have to be pulled from the wiki, just customize it to fit your character. No power armor or armor that seems nigh indestructible.
• I leave you to be an adult with your chemicals, but I will deny you if you have above 3 stimpaks. I know. I’m a cruel person.
• Miscellaneous is whatever extra they have on their person. Don’t use this to make your character more badass. Use this to give them personality and story.

⚜️Your WRITING PROMPT is a few paragraphs (just a few, please don’t make me read greater than a thousand words) of your character’s experience in Shreve’s Port right before they were employed by the governor. I leave the various establishments of Shreve’s Port to you. And no, you don’t have to know anything about Shreveport to write this. Just know a river runs through it.

⚜️ Here’s where the fun begins. Your BIOGRAPHY and SECRET need to be removed from the CS and placed into a PM and sent directly to me. The title of this PM should be “Fallout: Character Name”. And in it should be a link to the CS in the OOC and then your biography and secret. Why am I doing this? So, we can have fun and drama. I hate it when people know everything my character’s done. We’re all strangers. Suspicions should run high. What is your secret? It’s something you want to happen in game that has to do with your character. If you don’t have a concrete idea now, I understand. You can write “character growth of some kind” and then later specify. If you have an idea now, lay it on me. “Character’s once thought dead brother is not dead.” Just know that I GM this segment and so there’s no need to be overly specific. You don’t have to submit your CS to the OOC and your backstory via PM at the same time. You can do one then the other. But I’ll go through accepting characters FROM my PM box. So, failing to do this means I won’t see your character.

⚜️ Your THEME SONG is optional. I just love music.

⚜️ Please submit your CS to the OOC. Do not alter the formatting in any way. PM me your biography and secret. If/When you’re accepted, I’ll give you a swanky banner for your CS. Until then just follow it as it says. Sorry this was so long! But hopefully it’ll help you with your character.

⚜️To get this sheet, you're going to have to go to this page CLICK and hit "Raw" or "Quote". Sorry, this is the only way for you to get the working code, as the code function ignores images and line breaks.

Sample Character Sheet

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NAME
Name
AGE
Age
GENDER
Gender
SPECIES
Species
HOMETOWN
Hometown
FACTION
Faction or if Factionless, write N/A

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TYPE Write your Four Letter Type Here
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
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S P E C I A L

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TRAIT
C/P the Trait from The gDoc
SKILLS
Combat Skill
C/P the Skill from The gDoc; Delete if Unused
Active Skill(s)
C/P the Skill(s) from The gDoc; Delete if Unused
Passive Skill(s)
C/P the Skill(s) from The gDoc; Delete if Unused
PERK
Put Your Perk Here

STRENGTHS

• Name: Brief Descriptor
• Name: Brief Descriptor
• Name: Brief Descriptor

WEAKNESSES

• Name: Brief Descriptor
• Name: Brief Descriptor
• Name: Brief Descriptor

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WEAPONS
Name: Brief Descriptor; C/P if needed
ARMOR
Name: Brief Descriptor
CHEMICALS

• Enter
• As
• Many
• As
• Needed

MISCELLANEOUS
Name: Brief Descriptor; C/P if needed

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The Five Territories of Louisiana

⚜️THE NORTHERN PROVINCE
Capitol: Shreve’s Port
Governor: Stanley Cassom
Basic Information:
Most of Northern Louisiana is flat farmland. It has a few waterways, but it lacks the swamps of its Southern brethren. Most of the citizens make their money off of hunting, river-bound trading, or farming. The wildlife is more normal here than the rest of the state, and the ground is capable of growing a variety of vegetables. Shreve’s Port is a massive trading post with more northern states, and as such is only beaten by the Big Easy in imports and exports. It’s a dilapidated metropolis but heavily trafficked. Governor Stanley Cassom runs his territory fairly but loosely. He’s well-liked, but there’s a deep criminal underground. He has enforcement in a mixture of robots, military-oriented ghouls, and a constant influx of humans looking for an easier life.The Northern Province is the only one of the five territories without its own militia.

⚜️CENTERLAND
Capitol: Alexandria
Governor: Argenon Beauregard
Basic Information:
If the Northern Province was rich with plains, Centerland is with trees. Though long since dead from the Great War, there are so many and they’re so tightly wound together--many a person has lost their life here. Though, there is a tale of a massive tree in the middle of the Centerland’s great forest, one that harbors plantlife and clean water. There’s also talk about the ForestClaw, much like the DeathClaw, but instead made from the wood. Alexandria is much smaller than Shreve’s Port but it does have a tight community. Their economy mostly has to do with carpentry, crafts, and life-saving herbs. They even craft their own holistic stimpaks. The people are happy here, and there’s no mention of crime. Actually, there’s eerily no mention. If the Northern Provinces lean heavy into the old-timey Southern aesthetic, Centerland sticks to its roots of painful 2077. Rumors are that Governor Argenon Beauregard is a delightful man, and he will see anyone that wishes to visit him at the Green Ranches. They are not as posh as the other sections. But, he does try. Centerland’s militia is called the Longleaf Alliance. There doesn’t seem to be many of them, but they all seem to be highly trained. They’re also fond of green berets and little pins with gold leaves on them.

⚜️ACADIANA
Capitol: Lafayette
Governor: Governor Madeline DeBourges
Basic Information:
Acadiana is mostly uninhabited swamplands and the prime home to the silverfish. This has made the people of Acadiana very skilled hunters and very immune to loss and depression. Yet, in that, they’ve become stronger. Home to the largest Brotherhood of Steel complex in their state, Acadiana never thirsts for protection--and much less for technology. They’ve created complex pulley systems and built most of their newer structures in the dense trees above swampland. Lafayette is built on top of the PreWar city as it flooded many many years ago. It’s a booming metropolis and easy to reach from land. Honestly, most of Acadiana is like that. It was also home to the only vault in Louisiana, Vault 76, until five years ago when it was blown up by the Brotherhood of Steel. Governor Madeline DeBourges doesn’t take visitors. Instead, Elder Armand Dechard tends to most of the visitors in Arcandiana.

⚜️THE GREAT ORLEANS
Capitol: The Big Easy
Governor: President Jean-Napoleon Arceneaux
Basic Information:
A metropolis of business, advanced technology, trading, and weapons. Unlike Acadiana, Great Orleans overcame their flooding issues with the rise in pump technology, which keeps their city free of ocean and swamp water. It also purifies it and redistributes it back to the population--wink nod, that’s how they’re so rich. They’re also one of the largest exporters and importers in the state and probably the entire Gulf Commonwealth. While they are the smallest of the territories, they have a dense population of educated, well-bred humans. And while Great Orleans is open to people, the Big Easy itself requires a thorough check of one’s person or a writ allowing them in. Great Orleans also has a radigators, mirelurks, and silverfish problem. Yet, unlike Arcadiana, these are dealt with via a paramilitary organization known as the Saints. They are personally run by Jean-Napoleon Arceneaux’s wife, Marie-Annie Arceneaux. Unlike Centerland, people know why crime is eerily quiet. President Jean-Napolean Arceneaux rules with an iron fist and removes all obstacles in front of him. But he’s a fair ruler, and he doesn’t do things without cause. Most of the population of Great Orleans--hell, the state--like him quite a bit. He’s insanely charismatic and relatable.

⚜️FLORIDA PARISHES
Capitol: Hammond
Governor: Traitor Rose Pemberton
Basic Information:
The Florida Parishes have managed to go to war with the Great Orleans, and vis-a-vis the entire state of Louisiana. No one knows how this happened, just that one day the king asked for Rose Pemberton’s head. Currently, the border between Great Orleans and Acadiana is closed to the Florida Parishes. It’s been that way for a few years now. What is known about them is that they have abundant farmlands and lack a lot of the problems that the swampier areas face. They do, unfortunately, have more super mutants than most--and with the loss of the Brotherhood of Steel, it’s unknown the current state of things. They’re home to farmers and refugees from other states that seek some sort of stability. Before the war, they were a massive melting pot of different species and people from different places. And they’re the only place in Louisiana that has three functioning military bases. Beyond the Brotherhood of Steel, they’re the only ones with vertibirds, keeping themselves well armed all of the time. They also have their own militia, the Pine Pioneers. Though the name sounds cute, they’re filled with trained soldiers and well-oiled weapons. People would speak highly of Rose Pemberton before the exile and the subsequent war. No one really knows why it started, but according to the President, she committed a grave and unspeakable atrocity.

⚜️VAULT 76
Louisiana's only vault, well only known vault, and the place responsible for the silverfish. If the west coast had its centers for FEV (Forced Evolutionary Virus) that created the supermutants, the South has their FEV which created the silverfish. In an attempt to create a race that could live in the water and be prime soldiers that moved through the swampland undetected, the people of Vault 76 were used as test subjects while only a small group of scientists tended to the experiment. As one can imagine, that went awry and the silverfish took over and escaped. Much like their super mutant counterpart, they are sterile, leading them to kidnap humans and take them to Vault 76. This ended five years ago when the Brotherhood of Steel was able to infiltrate it and blow it up--leading to the death of many of its members.

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⚜️SILVERFISH
If the supermutants are known for being giant, hulking monsters, then the silverfish are quiet, dextrous creatures that are rarely ever seen. They are still humanoid in appearance, but their bodies are a deep gray and they sport many fins and webbed feet and fingers. They have sharp claws, capable of gouging and slitting quite easily. Their heads resemble an anglerfish in the way their eyes are small and dark, and most of their face is a zigzag of sharp, flesh-rending teeth. They are also capable of unhinging their jaws and devouring prey whole. Which wouldn’t be terrifying for humans, if it wasn’t discovered that Silverfish can grow to be as large as cars or houses. Even if the swamp wasn’t irradiated, it’s highly discouraged to swim in there or take a small, motorless boat. They’re smarter than supermutants, which is seen in their trap building, as they are capable of luring prey in by creating a fake situation in which someone needs help. Still, they aren’t capable of speech or thoughts beyond survival. They’ve long since stopped being human.

⚜️RADIGATORS
Alligators that have been mutated into brahmin sized beasts capable of plowing through structures and devouring entire herds of said brahmin. They are huge, tumor covered, and vicious. They also solely stay to the swamplands and don’t venture much beyond them. It is rumored that silverfish hunt them for food on occasion, and that’s the only reason they haven’t managed to destroy swampy territories like Acadiana and Greater Orleans. But there are other rumors that the silverfish are breeding them and cultivating them for a takeover on land. Who knows. What is known is that one cannot outrun one, they can just pray to outgun them.

⚜️FOREST CLAW
No one really knows if this creature exists or not, and if it does, how it came into existence. What is rumored is the fact that it’s a mixture of a deathclaw and plantlife. Possibly created to have natural camouflage in heavily wooded areas, no one can really pinpoint why it was created other than to terrorize people. The only known proof that forest claws exist, is that occasionally a person will wander into the woods and discover a body hanging from a spiderweb-like construction of vines and wood, and their abdomens having burst from some sort of insane plantlife that had been embedded into them. That plantlife is untouched by radiation and fully alive. Many believe the forest claw is doing this to help restart the ecosystem. Doesn’t stop it from being terrifying as hell.

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⚜️BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL
This chapter was founded by the Eastern branch of the BoS. So, as such, they’re a little more relaxed when it comes to recruitment and sharing of technology. That being said, the previous Elder was very strict when it came to the dissemination of information, which led to a general distrust by the populace. Elder Armand Dechard has been trying hard to win back the populace, but with little progress. The BoS’s numbers are low here, given that recruitment methods have gone poorly here, and many of their members die before they can produce heirs to their position. Fortunately, to make up for that they have a wealth of technology and information that other chapters of their order do not have. Before the destruction of Vault 76, they were able to raid it and procure a lot of Pre War schematics and literature. The BoS are also helpful in the area by scouting, raiding silverfish nests, and guarding Governor-Sanctioned caravans.

⚜️SWAMP DOGS
A group of raiders that have actually become a legitimate thread in the swamplands. Their numbers grow almost daily and somehow they’ve managed to get a hold of updated equipment and new-ish weapons. It is believed that they have a permanent base somewhere in Centerland or Acadiana, as a lot of that land goes unused and undiscovered. They’re led by an enigmatic man who only calls himself Charming Charlie. Oddly, enough one of their few altruistic moves is taking in orphaned children of the swamplands.

⚜️THE GOSPEL OF MIKE
Religion can get fairly radical down here in the swamplands, but there’s nothing so unbelievable yet tangible as the Gospel of Mike. Mike is a telepathic dog capable of starting fires with his mind. You may scoff at this, but many a skeptic have gone to see Mike and been changed by what they’ve seen there. The Brotherhood leaves the entire faction alone--proving it to be false would have a small army at their door, and they don’t want to think about the ramifications if it’s true. Mike was there before the bombs dropped, and a human to hear the tale of it. And he swore he died, but he was reborn in this land many many years later in this form, but gifted with powers given to him from the Great Beyond. It goes on like that for a while. One shouldn’t cross them. They’re fanatical to the point of being sadistic, and if you believe the rumors a dog can light you on fire with his mind.

⚜️THE CURIOSITY GANG
Probably the oddest of the large, well-known factions, the Curiosity Gang manages to beat out the Brotherhood for most destructive, yet most helpful. A mixture of para-militia, intellectuals, and people who just honestly want to figure out “what the front door” is going on, they roam the swamplands in search of information about the Pre War times. They’ll go to great lengths to find it, and in their pursuit, they may have destroyed a settlement or two. They didn't mean to, promise. The Curiosity Gang makes their home in Centerland, in Alexandria proper. The Governor doesn’t pay them much mind as they do invite tourists to visit them. They have a museum set up there. The means in which they managed to gather the information presented there is questionable, but the content is not. Just don’t touch the displays. No. Seriously. You will be shot.

Breaking the Internet One Post at a Time

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LEVEL: High Casual GENRE: Fandon, Post-Apoc, Scifi STATUS: Recruiting

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“Why hello my dearest compatriots. Welcome to Magnolia Ranch.” You find yourself in an old-timey plantation with updates that have kept it current but only just. You stand in a lobby made of pristine wooden floors, wooden walls, and numerous paintings hanging on the wall alongside a set of massive stairs leading to the next level. Several of these paintings are of a flower you’ve never seen before. You assume this is what magnolias looked like. Prewar light fixtures, power cables stretching from them and into discreet holes in the wall, and the soft hum of an unseen generator, reminds you that even if you’re in the midst of someone far richer than yourself--your benefactor’s pockets weren’t endless. And that’s probably why he hired the lot of you. You look around. This was an odd group.

Perched at the center of the balcony is a man dressed quite finely with graying black hair, spectacles, and an intense mustache. He looks down at the group with a smile. “My, my, I didn’t think my offer would ever bring such spirited adventurers my way.” You didn’t just show up, you’d been vetted for this mission. You were then transported from Shreve’s Port via brahmin caravan, which was stuffed to the gills with Governor Cassom’s armed guard. You had to say the ride was scenic, which was nearly unheard of in the Swamplands.

You traveled through a “tunnel” of old, gnarled trees. One of the guards told you this used to be a pecan orchard. He looked very smug about that knowledge. There were large fields on either side of you for quite some time. Razorgrain and tato were the largest crops, but there was this odd purple vine that you’d never seen before. You know these farmlands help supply the Northern Province, one of the Five Great Counties of Louisiana. You were welcomed by Governor Stanley Cassom, the Governor of this county. Large buildings surrounded the plantation proper, they looked like they were recently constructed, formed from cannibalized pieces and parts from PreWar structure. Robots, ghouls, and humans circled around them and gave you looks as you entered the property. The grass was green here and obviously fake. Plastic, pink birds littered the lawn along with small, brightly colored benches. Men dressed in fancy suits with pieces of metal armor led you to the large, bright blue front door.

So, here you were--in the employment of Governor Cassom. He drummed his fingers across the banister, through surveying you all. “I have a most thrilling prospect for you. I need a package delivered to the President of Louisiana, Jean-Napoleon Arceneaux in case you are too low a class to know his proper name. And I need it to reach there unharmed and without tampering. Can I ask that of you? I mean the package is quite large. It’ll require a sizeable caravan, which I will provide. I’ll also be lending you my daughter, as she has the means and knowledge to open the package.” He then laughed, as if what he said was the slightest bit humorous. “And if you think of doing anything funny or vile to her, I’ve hired the best protection. An ex-Brotherhood something... He came highly recommended.” You felt as if he’s the sort of person that throws caps at issues and fails to learn anything about it.

“But before I get ahead of myself, let me lay down the rules.” He cleared his throat. “If you try to disturb the package. It will explode. If you don’t deliver it within a month, it’ll explode. And more so, my daughter has a means of making it explode if she finds herself in a perilous situation. And the explosion is very large and very nasty. Don’t think you can just run from it.” He smiled. “But once you reach the Big Easy, you will get the second half of your payment--a thousand caps. You can leave without any other thought on the thing. I promise you, it’s easy money.” He nodded. “And to sweeten the pot, with my daughter in tow, you’ll have access to the other Governor’s houses and resources--well with the exception of the Traitor’s.” His eyes narrowed, lips turning down. But only for a moment, as they bubbled back into his saccharine smile from before. “Meaning, all you have to worry about are the bandits, silverfish, mirelurks, super mutants, and various death traps between here and there. You all look like seasoned adventurers. You can handle it.” He clapped his hand down on the banister. The guards around you rocked back on their heels and held their guns a little tighter. “So, do you accept?”

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This roleplay is set in the Fallout Universe, 2291. Down on your luck, career mercenary, or looking for an easy and well-paying job, you hear about an offer from the Governor of the Northern Province himself. Possibly thinking it a joke, or truly interested, you ask around. That leads to the Governor’s men at your doorstep. You’re thoroughly questioned and you prove your array of skills. After that, you come into the employ of Governor Cassom, and that’s where our RP begins.

Please keep in mind that this is a bubble RP. The events from the previous Fallouts do not matter here, because Louisiana is so far away. That being said, there will be asides and mentions here and there, but they will be more of a wink and a nod than a “you have to know canon” references. This is for players that are very new to the Fallout Universe or have never played before.

The plot of the roleplay is that you are to take the caravan from the northernmost top of Louisiana and down to the most southern area. This trip will send you through the majority of the state. While you are tethered to the caravan, in a sense, you will have the option to investigate various places and people. This trip is to get you acclimated to how the state of Louisiana is run. There is a lore section down below of things you should know before jumping in, as some of the factions and mutations are different here due to the geography and political structure.

Also know that this caravan mission is only about 25% of the actual roleplay. What’s afterwards? You’ll just have to find out.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

It took Benjamin a beat to realize that she was toying with him. Her shock had been pretended and a jab at his poor manners. She was correct about that. In a different situation, perhaps one without masks, a strange benefactor, and cramped quarters, he’d had more tact. Instead, he’d called her out. Honestly, she looked like she could hold her own in this sort of setting. Her costume was elaborate and seemed skewed to what she looked like underneath—again, he assumed, he was at a disadvantage without his spectacles. While, all he wore was a mask and a tasteful suit. Well, not that he had the sort of presence that could easily be discerned. Unless one lurked about the scholarly circles, his identity would be hard pressed to be discovered.

All that said, she graciously expelled her thoughts on the evening. He nodded in cadence with her statement. Some of those names he was familiar with, public people with public faces, and some of them caused him to pause. He’d either not thought them the sort to host a party of this style, or he’d never heard of them. There was a dance with words she was playing here, and on his mother’s assured lack of a grave, he had no idea the point she was stabbing at. Yet, who she didn’t say was the thought that rattled in his head. It had to be at least one of the Masters. Or… he paused at her words and the intentness of which others listened… was she truly saying that? Oh. Benjamin thought himself a prodigy of the scholarly arts, but he knew himself to be a dunce at the Great Game.

It was then that she drew all attention to him. The circle of people tightened around him. Immediately, his collar became suffocating, and his breath hitched in his lungs. Breathe, he told himself. He’d given dozens upon dozens of speeches to a group far larger than this. He’d educated the upper echelon on the Fourth City. He’d traveled across the zee. He’d interviewed Tomb Colonists. One time he even gotten into a scholarly debate with a higher-ranking professor than himself and fluently argued his case. Being surrounded by people who were an enigma on both sides, he didn’t know them and they didn’t know who he was, shouldn’t have provided a complication. Yet, being put on the spot by a woman—who he assumed from the aesthetically pleasing curve of her amorphous form—was handsome, and more importantly well learned, shouldn’t have been something to seize him like it did. He'd always presented himself as shrewd and calculating, why should he suddenly turn into a pile of idiotic babbling?

He cleared his throat. Feeling suddenly parched, he took a sip of his drink only to be reminded it was a cutting liquor. He choked a bit before attempting to recoup his dignity. “Well, Madame,” he said, trying to take the safe title, “I feel as if it is overly obvious who is one of the benefactors of this—” he trailed off, waving his free hand around him. The circle of people around the woman leaned in closer. They wanted him to say it. He could feel that pressure build all around him just like drowning in the zee. Music, dancing music to be precise, cut the air. Benjamin was a horrible dancer, unskilled and unpracticed. You’re distracting yourself, he thought. Yet, he couldn’t quite tastefully get around his opinion like those around him had managed. So, he committed what he viewed a social sin. “Without a fragment of a doubt, given the evidence and the obvious ambiance, it is a Master.” He didn’t give a pause. “Obviously, Mister Wine has something to do with this unless one is daft enough to assume such a soirée was thrown without his hand. That's my opinion, anyway.” Was it too early to leave and still seem grateful?

@Hekazu

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Understandable!

Sorry for making you call me out twice. I'm on the other side of busy mountain, so I should stop getting posts in before the cutoff. Anyway, I have most of it written, and I'm going to sit down here in a second and finish it up, edit it, and submit.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

All these posts are great.
Also, I looked up plain English names for surnames, and I didn't realize that Babbage was in use in Fallen London. Then again, it's been a while since I've fully explored it, and there's a lot of information. So, for now... no relation. XD

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Professor Benjamin Babbage was quite at odds with his mask. What had gotten a hold of him so tightly that he thought a masquerade would be a delightful experience? First, he had to contact his tailor and have something new and in season sewn for him. It involved a lot of measuring of his body, and then his tailor fervently discussing it with his new apprentice. “A lot of our more scholarly clients tend to be on the heavier side, and so we need to make certain adjustments with the waistcoat. Though, Professor Babbage is also afflicted by having a larger chest and shoulder width.” Benjamin had only been standing five feet away. Could they not have had this conversation at the tailor’s shop and far away from his sensibilities? That being said, the black sack coat and pants, with dove gray waistcoat, and golden cravat, did look quite nice on him. Yet the mask, a thing made of harsh golden shapes, was his problem this evening.

It hid the majority of his face except for his mouth. The woman who made it wanted to make sure his identity couldn’t be so easily discerned with spectacles and his wonderous mustache. So, it contorted the grooves of his face, only allowing for the light to catch the boring gray of his eyes, and his mouth to remain unmuffled as he was not a boisterous speaker. His hair was still in its tousled fashion. His maid had tried to tend to it and gave up after five minutes. It was the best that this mystery host could get.

Benjamin deduced that Mister Wine had to have something to do with this, but in this cramped townhouse, it was hard to say what for. Benjamin had been archeological dig sites larger than this place. But he wouldn’t dare say that out loud. He was a man of refinement and—oh was that cheese?

A few vittles and two glasses of wine later, and Benjamin was less upset with his mask. He hadn’t flourished into some charismatic swan. No. He was still his same, ole stuffy self. He was just fiddling with his mask less and enjoying the party more. Though, he still had to squint because he couldn’t see faces that well. His spectacles were in his pocket, but they refused to fit over the shiny monstrosity that dominated the berth of his face.

Eventually, the professor made it over to a group of people. They were all eagerly chatting about why they’d been invited here and what this party was truly about. Benjamin, not really one to play The Game, had no suggestions. He didn’t know how pawns, like himself, were moved these days. He just accepted the tides of change and road them with a soured grimace.

His eyes narrowed, being unable to discern concrete shapes, on a woman with a rather ostentatious wig and a blue dress that seemed oddly—disproportionate. He didn’t know how long she’d been there, but considering those that had gathered and were fervently discussing the reason for the party—he assumed she was quite curious as well. He looked her square in the eyes (he at least assumed so) and asked: “what do you think?” Belatedly, he realized he could have complimented her. Then he realized that it would be hard considering they were all supposed to be hiding their identities. Wonderful faux hair and odd dress you are wearing this evening. Benjamin Babbage was not the most socially graceful of people and so offered an awkward smile afterward.
@Hekazu

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Definitely.

Sorry, this week got away from me in the worst way. I work in a hospital and flu epidemic has been BAD. But I have this weekend off, and so I'm going to buckle down and crank out a post.

Justice League Unlimited vol. 2

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Barda didn’t live at the Metro Tower because they weren’t pet-friendly. She had four cats she took care of. They had no interest in being transplanted, and furthermore, she didn’t think that the Justice League’s headquarters were so welcoming of animals. Not like she was interested in keeping them in a confined space. So, she drove to work every day.

She’d been a part of Justice League for less than a week, and already she knew she needed to hire a pet sitter. She parked her massive vehicle in the parking lot, and when she exited it—it rocked from her weight. Barda wasn’t the sort to drive around in her armor. Instead, she piled it in an overstuffed duffel bag. That being said, she’d change once she was inside.

The changing room was cramped. Most things were cramped, honestly. While sliding her armor on, she may have swiveled into the thick tile wall of the changing room. She wasn’t the sort to take to the open area amongst all the lockers. Barda wasn’t shy about her physiology, but she didn’t care for mockery at her height and build. It’d happened once when she was working at her gym. She nearly threw a man through a wall. Right. She needed to tend to herself.

She exited her bulky red and black armor. The only parts of her flesh visible where her upper arms. Her upper legs were covered in a flesh-colored mesh. While the suit may have been mildly risqué in appearance, it actually wasn’t. It was metal plating throughout. Her black hair was braided back and tucked into a crown of red, that was massive on her brow but not overly so. Her face was adorned with piercings of gold. Her Mega-Rod swung at her waist. While it was small and gold, it was very heavy and secured to her hand and her hand only.

Barda entered the communal area. A smell hit her nose, and she snorted—loudly. “Earth food,” she grunted. It wasn’t that she hated it, more so, her body didn’t like everything it was introduced to. So, she always ate before these meetings. As such, she’d have to smell it, listen to others talk about it, eat it, and watch their expressions. It was very unpleasant, but then again so was driving from her house through the traffic.

As she approached the highest concentration of people, she’d pat Negative Man’s shoulder. “Be thankful for your theology, you can’t smell. You can't smell, right?” Her words weren't meant to be hurtful, she was just curious. She then leaned against the counter. Barda had been informed at that she shouldn’t sit in the seats for beings that were greater than normal human beings occupied. She winked at Negative Man before smirking.

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@WXer

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

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Name: Benjamin Obadiah Babbage
Title: Professor
Moniker: Inquisitive Researcher
Age: 32
Race: Human

Appearance:

Picture of Professor Babbage

We were asked to provide the written statement as the above photograph was taken when the professor was younger and not indicative of his current look, mustache withstanding.

Professor Benjamin Babbage is as stuffy as his name would imply. Of average height, the professor doesn’t cut a striking silhouette among his peers and colleagues. He does sport a rather dashing mustache that is tended to with the utmost care and consideration. His black hair is a bit shaggy but above the collar, parted on the side and paired with short sideburns—a bit of a departure from what is considered stylish, but, as many speculate, is due to the considerable effort he puts into his mustache. He might be silvering on the sides, rather young for it actually, but the temples of his glasses and tendency for hats makes it hard to tell. The professor has dim gray eyes and a noble nose, meaning that it’s a prominent feature on his face.

He dresses well, and while it is mostly utilitarian he does enjoy his odd splashes of color. Usually, he adorns himself in a black or gray sack coat, top button fastened while a bright waistcoat—complete with a pocket watch—shows itself. And this choice might come from years of scholarly endeavors where he sat more than he walked. Those choices showing themselves in the roundness of his middle. Though the professor had taken to sports at a younger age, so he’s not entirely without musculature—so says the professor, but we've seen him, and he's failry rotund. From there, his outfit doesn’t take any more consideration to be unique.

The professor enjoys standing with his feet apart and his lips set in an inquisitive twist. He usually is touching whatever he’s researching. But when his hands are by his person, they cross over his broad chest, gently stroke his mustache, or fiddle with his spectacles. In social situations, he talks with his hands if he’s enjoying himself, and if he’s not, he places them on his hips. He has very telling body language.

Primary Attribute: Watchful
Secondary Attribute: Persuasive

Connections:
The Masters: “I wouldn’t be a scholar if I didn’t exhaust all my possible resources, and the Masters are a rare and grand one. I don’t overstay my welcome, neither do I prod where one does not need prodding. But I have spoken in long berths with Mr. Wine and Mr. Pages.”
Bohemians: “They think of themselves as the forward innovators of our time when they’re actually petulant children living off the money of their parents.” He adjusts his bowtie. “Do not give me that look, I’m not being hypocritical. I’ve established my own income, and I’ve actually contributed to society.”
Constables: “If you ask me, they could do a better job of keeping the urchins from swarming me like the dirty pestilence they are. But I have no qualm with them.”
Criminals: “I am a man of importance and intellect. I gather my information from reputable sources.”
Hell: “I may have gotten drunk a few times and gladly tittered along with them, but I don’t deal much with Devils. I like my soul where it is.” He pauses and strokes his mustache. “Wherever that is.”
Revolutionaries: “A group of unorganized heathen gyrating in agonizing ineptitude. The Masters are an infinite fount of information. Would you so readily scrape away knowledge and wisdom?”
Rubbery Men: Benjamin considers it for a moment but doesn’t say anything. When asked about it again, he shrugs. “I have no quarrel with them. Though, from a scholar’s standpoint, I have so many questions. Unfortunately, they don’t have the means to answer.”
High Society: “I was born into low nobility. While I tend just fine in Society, High Society is not somewhere I shine from a noble’s standpoint. Though, I have been called to many intellectual parlors to discuss the Fourth City as a professor.” He looks proud and gives a sly smirk.
Church: “My eldest brother is a clergyman, and I attend regular service.” Benjamin looks like he has something else to say about the subject, but he remains quiet.
Docks: “I’ve taken a few trips across the zee for research purposes. That being said, I do not have a jovial rapport with the docks men and zailors.”
The Great Game: “I do not participate or have interest in the Great Game. But I’m not so daft as to not know that I’ve not been silently maneuvered within it.”
Tomb Colonies: Benjamin leans back, apparently having many a tale to regale about them. Unfortunately, he’s been asked to condense it. “I’ve used them as many a source in my research. They’re wise, intelligent, and a great resource. I respect them, and I don’t quite understand the vitriol set against them. Then again, if we based our interest and fondness upon appearances, I’m afraid we’d be led by daft lunatics.”
Urchins: “They’ve stolen my pocket watch five times. Jokes on them, after the second one was fenced, I’ve only purchased ones that are barely worth a penny.”

Background:
Benjamin Babbage was a child born with an unfortunate alliteration, that polite society nodded and accepted, and everyone else—with a thinking head on their shoulders—snorted at. He was born into nobility, but nothing of note. His family the social equivalent of that cousin you know nothing about, and so you buy gloves for them on their birthday. So, as such, his family does not just get by on being noble, they have careers and positions within society. Though, these positions are ones of clout. Many of the Babbages have taken to be clergymen. Benjamin’s eldest brother among them. Benjamin, on the other hand, was gifted with a great and grand need to be smarter than everyone else.

As such his fascination for the Fourth City, and not moving for long periods of time, bloomed at a young age, leading him to attend University—Summerset College of course, as he is not learning alongside upstarts and radicals. He’s participated in numerous archeological digs, but only ever funded three as his pockets are not infinite and sometimes half full of candies. From that he produced fine literature about the architecture and layout of the city, and from conversations with Tomb Colonists and zailors that have seen Khanate, he also wrote of their culture. Those immense books, possibly too dense to be door stops as one would never get their door closed again, never brought up anything groundbreaking but they did become a resource for many researchers to cite. And if one stacked the volumes up chronologically, they’d have a nice footrest. Though, the one thing they do offer is intricate drawings of places, things, and people. Benjamin, in another life, would have made quite the artist. In this one, he’s a stuffy intellectual that teaches and sometimes gets charcoal on his favorite white waistcoat.

As someone who usually tosses letters for various noble galas, Benjamin paused at one. He opened it up only to discover he’d been invited to a masquerade ball. With his parents leaning on him harder for marriage, as his brother wasn’t about to take up a wife and a family name, he accepted. Anything to get them be silent. Knowledge was his only lover, a thought he had in quiet and chuckled about.

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