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Ellos.
I'm Stitchblades,
i am Mid casual role player that has a deep love for fantasy, Si-fi

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-i am still here just waiting for some interaction for my characters and leaving Leo out until all the introductions of those in the bar are done
Jackson Jones

Tic tic tic Jackson's geiger counter set off, he looked down at his pitboy, noticing that the radiation ahead was very high and would kill him in a matter of minutes..even with his suit and natural resistance to low level radiation.
He checked out his radX and radaway supplies and noticed he was low and wouldn't be able to get through the tunnel. His Father always told him No matter the pay, no matter how great you think a find maybe, it is not worth your life. Dont be stupid With those words resonating through his head Jackson began to turn around, he always stuck by those words on any job he got, though he would seal this place up so once he got some better equipment he could return, His suit though good, didn't give him the best protection against rads, power armor would be needed for this job, but alas to find some is rare, to find some thats working is even more rare but he could live in hope.

The tunnel he was in stretched on for miles, it would take him at least a week to get the the exit, he quickly scanned the area and checked his pitboy map and noticed there was a small room just a few meters ahead with a ladder going up to god knows where, he was always cautious when going up these places, he unclipped his hunting pistol removing his scope before taking another step. The door was rusted and locked, however not very well, he quickly managed to pick it and slowly entered the room to find nothing but empty cans and bottles, nothing worth selling but at least there was no raiders, ghouls or worse..super mutants. The ladder was on the far wall and appeared to go up quite some distance,
with any luck this would take him to the surface and not a dead end.

The climb was slow, and uneasy. Jackson hated heights..good think he worked underground mostly then, as he approached the top he could hear the sound of chatter. pulling his gun out he slowly opened the hatch, the room was dark and the smell of liquor was strong, after waiting for a few moments making sure no one was about he crept out, his low light goggles in his helmet helped him navigate the room safely to some stairs, as he got closer the sound of chatter became louder. peeking through the door he could see what appeared to be a bar and one full of patrons at that, keeping his pistol at hand he slowly opened the door and entered to room.
luckily no one noticed and he was able to get a seat in a far corner, he had noticed there was a gathering of people all talking to a man called jacobson, and one rather eccentric man, he wasn't from around here, but he spoke What was known in the old world as French Apprently the lands beyond america all had different languages from the books he had read when scavenging.
He curiosity got the better of him and he had to go over to this man talking to jacobson "salutations bon monsieur, Your speaking...how you say français are you not?"
He was desperate to talk with this man..and would love to learn from him. He then turned and nodded to the other people and at the man he assumed was Jacobson Greetings all
so apparently my post yesterday didn't post ._. fml
going to be posting jackson jones later on as not to clog up my intro posts
Leo Lows

leo had been walking for a few days, since his run with the Gun Runners he had kept traveling, only staying in a town for a few days at top.
he took work clearing out wildlife and scaring off local punks that messed with any town he passed through, Never using his real name or gave any information away that could bite him in the ass. He had been tracing down a rogue trader that had been selling broken tech, upon apprehending the trader and the search of his belongings he found a small leaflet, "Swooning Cazador and Jacobson"

After collecting his claps from the townsfolk, he made his way to the swooning cazador. there was a nice hill around 1 click away which had a clear line of sight to the front door, setting up his rifle just under some Bushes he took aim, He wasn't just going to go into this meet unknowingly, he wanted to see who entered and didn't come out. He had a near photographic memory allowing him to remember the faces armor and weapons each person that enters.
Now he waits.
[@Zordan]@Saarebas@Mr_Pink small rp world it seems haha!

I'm ready for whenever the first post is up
yes thats good

Name: leo Lows

Race: Human

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance: Leo Lows is 6ft3 muscular build, Pale faced but the dirt and grime of the wastes gives him a darker tone, He has small blue eye and one blind eye. Leo has a shaved head due to the fact he found having hair got in the way of his shooting and a goatee. He has a bullet wound on his Neck and the side of his face (the cause of his blinded eye).

Bio: leo was born and raised in New Canaan, But due to his lack of belief in “god” he left at the age of 17, after 3 years working as a gun for hire he joined up with the gun runners in New Vegas and worked as a caravan guard till the age of 24. He came into disagreement with the section manager, which resulted in the death of 4 men and the loss of over 13,000 caps worth of gear.
Leo fled. He knew that his life would now be spent on the run from bounty hunters.

Weapon of Choice: Anti material rifle (Custom bolt mod for faster reload) and 9mm Pistol
Armor:Park ranger Armor painted black with black duster and sunglasses with black beret
@Saarebas how could i forget Drige ? probably my favorite character from my old fallout rp series

@The Critic thats fair enough buddy - i'm probably going to get another CS done after this post so i will run with two characters
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