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Lilith: A Fallout RP

Redding, Northern California, New California Republic
June 6th, 2284
Mid-Morning

The mining town of Redding was a shining example of the working spirit. The miners there were just as rough and tumble as they were when the town was founded. With the arrival of the NCR and Van Graffs, the small mining town had exploded into a center of commerce and labor. But that didn't stop the local miners getting into bar brawls and playing slots at the end of a long work day. Some things just never change. With this economic explosion also came the Followers of the Apocalypse, the humanitarians of the wasteland. With the permission of the NCR, one day they simply rolled into town and set up a field hospital. This is where you find yourself.

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You cram into the small chapter offices in the center of the hospital camp. It seemed these small, low set buildings were the only places Redding was willing to sacrifice. You're surrounded by wanderers, fighters, and misfits similar to yourself. After a few minutes of waiting, an older woman walks in. She has a dark complexion and silver colored hair done up in a slightly messy bun. Though she is up in years, her beauty is only marred by the fearsome scars across her cheek. Despite this, she gives a warm smile to your group.

"Thank you all for coming. My name is Doctor Darya Sadeghi. As you've no doubt surmised, I'm a member of the followers. I've been with the followers for thirty seven years. In my youth I worked as a seeker, traveling the wastes in search of knowledge that could benefit the remnants of humanity. As I got older however, things were becoming more dangerous. I was getting slower, sloppier."

The doctor stares down thoughtfully at her left arm, which you notice is a silver robotic prosthetic.

"So I stopped. But recently, something has come to my attention. Something that we can't afford to dismiss. In northern Oregon, there are reports of a girl unaffected by radiation. Not ghoulified or mutated but completely normal. Now normally I would dismiss claims like that but one of our seekers came back with a sample. Some of the locals had found her loose hair and decided to sell it. Well, we tested it and the results are nothing like we've ever seen." Darya explains, gazing around the room intently."

"Radiation resistance on par with that of a ghoul or a mutant. But the sample was a strand of healthy, bright red hair." she let the sentence hang in the air a moment. To ensure she had your full intention.

"I'm putting together a crew to go after her. To bring her here. So..." she trailed off.

"Are you with me?"

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Welcome to Lilith! This RP will focus around a group of freelancers in the employ of the Followers of the Apocalypse on their search for a mysterious girl with an immunity to radiation. This RP will consist of 6 to 7 players, each of their characters will fill a unique role in the team. The writing will be somewhere between casual and advanced and there will be little limitations in terms of what type of character you can play. Ghoul, mutant, robot, human are all fair game as along as you can write them well. As far as weapons and abilities I'll go into more detail if this concept gets enough interest. Safe to say there will be some limitations but nothing extreme. I want the players to feel as free as they can in creating a character.

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to voice them. I look forward to your interest!

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Arty gave an internal sigh. Of course it was mechs, why would it have been anything different? He hated dealing with the damn things because they could alert all their friends in an instant. And they weren't particularly pleasant to punch, even with biotics. Arty gave a little snicker at how quickly Key hopped in the driver's seat and had them flying through the citadel. He supposed he should appreciate the enthusiasm. Soon enough they were touching down in front of the villa. As they stepped out, Arty watched as a woman approached Jorge and handed him a mysterious disc. She muttered something about payment and was in a taxi before he could blink. The behavior didn't surprise Arty. Informants were not exactly reliable at the best of times.

Apparently, other members of the crew weren't aware of this fact. Lantea and Key specifically, lamented at the ineffectiveness of their insider while they discussed strategy. "The reason she didn't give us much is because she's likely a C-sec informant. Her payroll doesn't look like ours, so why would she risk her neck?" Arty elaborated. "Though I do agree with our asari merc here, you're running this operation really haphazardly. And that's coming from bloody freelancers." he said, turning to Jorge. He thought about their predicament and listened to what Key said about neutralizing servants and mechs.

"If we can, we should find a way to disable the mechs entirely. They'll be the biggest issue. You get your hands on one and this whole villa will light up like a goddamn Christmas tree. Even if we take them out from a distance, won't the other be notified of a unit going offline and be on alert?" Arty pondered aloud.

Ugh, god I hate mechs." he added irritably.

Mass Effect: Vigil

There was a certain dreadful familiarity to a storm of gunfire. Like that tickling at the back of your throat, letting you know you'll be ill the next day. It was a sickly feeling. Kaya washed it down with the burn of his whiskey. The infiltration shuttle violently buckled as a stray round of ordnance went off dangerously close. He glanced at his team mates, Kysar, the tattooed turian and Solveig, their stoic leader. Oh, and Yarik. Though it was too dark to see his face, Kaya was sure the drell was scowling up a storm in the corner. The salarian capped his flask and slid it into a pocket in his armor. The orchestra of violence outside was getting louder. They must have been close to landing. Then their shuttle door opened and they were greeted with a lightshow against the night sky.

Kaya flipped the safety off his sniper and followed Yarik's lead, keeping an eye on the firefight below them. He saw the distraction team engaging the enemy and then the distinct shape of a krogan charging into the fray. Kaya couldn't help but smirk. Something about the krogan's willingness to meet danger head on in an almost suicidal manner was charming. In some morbid way, Kaya supposed. Yarik signaled them to stop and Kaya tensed as a group of drell rushed down to the fight, barely missing them. Then he heard the distinctive crack of a sniper shot. Kaya knew the model, it was a Lightning Strike, most likely batarian design.

"Sniper's on the bridge." Yarik pointed to the top of the cargo ship. "One of you take out that sniper, or our friends will be picked off."

Kaya scurried behind a suitable sized bolder and rested on it, scanning the bridge with his scope. It only took a few seconds to find the gunman. He supposed the enthrallment device did a number to their intelligence, as the sniper was simply propped up on some crates with his barrel sticking out the window. Any respectable sniper would have made sure he was dug in and good.

"I've got him." Kaya called back and he lined up his shot. He slowed his breathing. "May we both find peace." the salarian whispered to himself and he squeezed the trigger. The drell collapsed backward, his blood coating the bridge windows. It was too dark to see the color. Kaya realized he had never killed a drell before. He didn't know the color of their blood.

He glanced over and saw Yarik disappearing down into the chaos. Kaya moved back over to Kysar and Solveig. "I can provide overwatch for the distraction team here or I can breach the ship with you two. Whichever you want to do."

@Auz@Stormflyx

Phoenix Squad: A Doom Inspired RP (Interest Check)

@Sanity43217

Assault Rifles, Shotguns, Light Machine Guns, Explosives. Technology of the time is a little vague in the lore so we have to go off our own imagination a little bit. As far as tools and armor, when character sheets get made I don't mind leaving that creative freedom up to the players, provided its well balanced.

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Arty couldn't help but smirk at Lantea's comment about manners. The man who had barged in, Henriques, seemed very serious, very straight laced. Arty had encountered many of his sort working with C-Sec. And quite a few in the navy, now that he thought about it. Arty unzipped his duffel bag as Jorge spoke, digging through his gear while stripping his jacket and shirt off. Arty was a decently toned man with more than a few scars but the most striking visual aspect about him was his pale chest in contrast with his heavily tattooed arms. Both bursting with color. Each had a story. Some big and important, others small and cheeky. He pulled on his black long sleeve tac shirt and his breastplate over it. He was pulling his boots on by the time Jorge had finished the brief.

"Good ol' breaking and entering, eh? Don't suppose we have a warrant?" Arty chirped sarcastically as he loaded his pistol and clipped it into the holster on his chest plate. A house meant close quarters. Assuming this accountant left behind some kind of security, Arty figured his biotics would be far more effective this a pistol. Unless she had mechs. God, he hated fighting mechs. He gave himself one final once over and glanced at his team mates, flashing a grin.

"Alright lads and lasses, let's make a house call."

Arty made his way to the roof and clambered into a non-descript looking shuttle. It was inconspicuous enough but if this accountant had some kind of automated turrets, they'd be turned into swiss cheese before making it out the door. He'd seen it happen once before to a marine transport that didn't have strong enough armor. It wasn't something he wanted to experience firsthand. Arty listened to Lantea's little safety speech about how her armor had the potential to blow their faces off. Good to know. The man suddenly had doubts about being in an enclosed space with her.

”So how are we going in? Loud and fast? And what sort of resistance do we expect?”

Good questions. The briefing had been a bit sparse on information. While Arty had worked on cases with very little info before, he thought C-sec would have been a bit more in the know. Hell, this team was commissioned by the council. They gotta have all the dirty laundry on an amphibious accountant.

Phoenix Squad: A Doom Inspired RP (Interest Check)

@Zoey Boey Thanks :p. If we can another four or five people interested I'll throw up an OOC.

Phoenix Squad: A Doom Inspired RP (Interest Check)

Devastation

The year is 2163 and it is hell on earth. Quite literally.

Mountains have been split, the seas boil, and cities are engulfed in flames. Demons ravage urban sprawls and countrysides alike, worldwide. Militaries all over the globe are either spread too thin to do any real damage or completely devastated with too few survivors to make a difference. Pockets of resistance are scattered across the planet and there are tales of a mysterious warrior who slays hellspawn by the thousand. Despite that, one could be forgiven for thinking this was the end of humanity's story. A violent and fiery extinction. Some might consider it poetic. Some might consider it deserved. A fitting end for a species that tried one too many times to control a force it didn't understand.

But you beg to differ.

Amidst all the blood, fire, and carnage there is a small squad of fighters who are proving to be a right thorn in the sides of the demon hordes. They carve a bloody path through the ruined cities rescuing survivors and ensuring the safety of holdout settlements. No matter how many times the hellspawn knock them into the dirt, they always come clawing back out. Rising from the ashes. You are part of this squad.

Phoenix Squad

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Welcome. Phoenix Squad is a fast paced action RP inspired by Doom and Xcom. You will play as a member of the noble and slightly crazy Phoenix Squad, knee deep in demons and blood as you search for survivors and support neighboring settlements in their resistance against the demon invasion. My goal for this RP is 6 to 7 players (including myself), each with a designated specialization and skillset. While this is in casual, it's going to have a more casual-advanced feel. Meaning well thought out and unique characters. This is Pheonix Squad we're talking about, they're a little more special than you're average corporate cultist.

I'm a fairly relaxed GM/DM so we don't have to take things too serious OOC. However I do have some rules:

1. Your character is still a human. You can make them any kind of ex special forces, ex swat, whatever. But they're still human and they still have limits and while Phoenix Squad are certainly capable, they have nothing on the Doom Slayer. He's more the exception than the rule.

2. Keep it civil. The usual stuff, you know what I'm talking about.

3. No metagaming/powergaming. If you and another player want to interact closely that's fine, but you must do it through a collab. Taking direct control of another character through your post will result in a pretty swift kick from me.

If there's enough interest in the concept, I'll get a CS template and an OOC up. Just let me know.

Mass Effect: Vigil

Kaya despised the desert.

Before arriving on Earth, he hadn't really been to one before. His homeworld of Erinle was lush and pleasant. Well, if you ignored all the giant bug creatures and pockets of space pirates avoiding the law. But there was true beauty there. When he left, he had been lucky enough to land on planets that were mostly accommodating to him. He was salarian, after all. Moisture was as essential as breathing. At least it was in his mind. But this place was vast, arid, and dead. His skin felt stretched against his skull. Kaya gazed around at the small forward camp as the group stepped off the shuttle. The skeletal ruins of the city loomed over them, like some grim omen.

Why the humans chose to settle here of all places was well beyond the salarian. A gust of dry wind buffeted them and Kaya felt the sand sting his skin. Like tiny needles. Kaya scowled and pulled his tan hood up over his crest. He had mimicked the human method of camouflaged when making this particular cloak and it worked quite well. Using darker and lighter shades in tandem was something that he hadn't seen often before. He didn't think it would be enough to counteract the blue hue of his skin though. Another brutal gust sliced through the group and once again, sand peppered Kaya's face.

He wouldn't have to worry about his bright skin, at this rate he would be sand colored in no time. Kaya silently followed the group as the drell gave them a brief of the situation. He seemed an irritable sort and Kaya found himself becoming increasingly annoyed with him. He absentmindedly reached into one of the pouches on his armor and pulled out his flask. It was warm, just as Kaya suspected, but it would do. He took a swig from it, the liquor sending a burning sensation into his nostrils. It made Kaya feel a little better.

He stowed the flask and listened closely to the situation at hand, not really paying much attention to his team mates. He figured there would be time enough to talk while they worked. Finally, after Yarik finished his speech and they got some info from an excitable engineer, they had their mission. As Solveig began to stalk off, Kaya moved with her, rushing a little to keep in step.

"I overheard the details. I assume you'll want me on the infiltration team?" he asked in a low voice. He had a deep voice for a salarian which threw some people for a loop. Kaya doubted much of anything surprised Solveig. @Stormflyx

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Arty let go of the asari's hand and turned abruptly as the green-clothed quarian stormed in bitching about the service downstairs. He watched her as she plopped down irritably on the couch and demanded to know he was. He had no trouble believing management had gave her a hard time. He had never really spoken with a quarian before but he was well aware of the discrimination they faced across the galaxy. "Well you're a right fire cracker, aren't ya?" he asked with a smirk. "That's good, we might need some of that. Name's Arthur Dow, my friends call me Arty."

He nodded to the newcomers as they trickled in. Arty glanced at Lantea as she turned to speak to him.”Nevermind, different Quarian with a green rag. But what she said, what’s your shtick? Not regular military or cop, they don’t let those grow big, beautiful beards like that. Does your helmet even seal properly?”

Arty stroked his curly beard, nodding his appreciation of her compliment. Then he snorted at her last question. "I did a stint with the navy and you're right, I had to be as clean shaven as the day I was born. It was bloody dreadful. I work the private sector now. I have a talent for spotting things and getting information out of people. As for my abilites.." he trailed off and held up his hand, willing a blue wisp into existence and danced it around his fingers.

"I'm a biotic, like yourself. Though less making people levitate from a distance and more launching them into the ceiling. Up close and personal." he said, curling his fingers into a fist that pulsated with blue energy. He let the energy fade away and turned to greet the newcomers. "Oh and I don't wear a helmet. The only place I'd need it is the void of space. And I don't make a habit of taking orbital walks." Arty chirped cheekily over his shoulder. He approached the only other human in the room first and introduced himself in a quick but friendly manner. She seemed nice enough, though if she was here Arty knew that meant she was incredibly dangerous. And jumpy, it turned out, as she reacted quite dramatically to the vorcha that had just walked into the room.

Not that Arty could blame her. The only vorcha he had encountered were blood pack and they were never thrilled to see him. He seemed friendly though. What an odd crew so far. Finally, Arty turned to the Turian, Sivus. He listened to the turian's introduction and grinned."Very succinctly put, mate. I get the feeling we'll get along just dandy. Arthur Dow, a pleasure." Arty said suavely as they shook hands.

@Starlance@metanoia@DrRtron

Mass Effect: Vigil

Kaya the Watchman

	Erinle Laka Greengrove Voten Kaya Kaya | 'Watchman' 6'6 (1.98m) | 120 lbs | 15 Laka Colony, Erinle | March 5th, 2171 Salarian | Infiltrator

Profile

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APPEARANCE◢

Kaya is slightly taller and a little more built than the average Salarian. He has a few scars here and there on his teal skin, small mementos of when things got a little too close. While not part of his apperance, Kaya has a uniquely deep voice for a salarian. It tends to throw people off more often than not.

He likes to wear dark armor, usually brown or black, with an equally as dark cloak. Preferably something that can match the environment if he can find it. When he's working, he usually keeps his hood up so as to hide his bright coloration.

When he's not working, Kaya likes to wear outfits that compliment his skin tone. Usually red, white, or yellow.

MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK◢

Kaya believes everyone deserves a chance at a happy and peaceful life. He was raised and trained on the principle of protecting those who can't protect themselves. A little idealistic, but he still stands by it. That belief was why he took to the stars when the reapers invaded. The people of the galaxy needed more help than his little colony did. And with his skillset, Kaya had to be sure he was protecting people. If a sniper's bullet doesn't protect someone, then it is taking a life for evil. And Kaya can't live with that. He can't save someone by curing them of an illness or building a shelter. But he can track down those trapped under rubble or take down a marauder from a hundred yards away. What kind of a salarian would he be, if he didn't use those skills for good?

BACKGROUND◢

Erinle Laka Greengrove Voten Kaya was born on March 5th, 2171 on Erinle in the Greengrove district of the Laka Colony. From a young age, he was chosen to train under resident weapons experts to protect the colony from the many dangerous variations of wildlife on Erinle. He was separated from the other salarian children of the colony and placed in a 'pod'. A small unit of a few dozen young salarians who were to be trained, the same as him. Kaya's early years were filled with long hours of Salarian Union history, ruck marches, weapons ranges, and tracking techniques. Most importantly, his instructors, who the young salarians all viewed as father figures, instilled in him the importance of protecting the public. The virtue of peace and the type of warriors who kept that peace. Kaya burned to be that kind of warrior.

Though they didn't learn with the other children, the members of the pod were often allowed to go explore the colony in their off times. It was important that they knew what exactly they were protecting. Kaya always found himself the quiet one of the group. Preferring to observe rather than chime in. Though sometimes that rubbed some of the other kids wrong, all of his podmates knew that it was a good natured, thoughtful silence. Kaya's instructors took notice of this and shifted the focus of his training to long range marksmanship and recon. Kaya thrived in it. He enjoyed being out in the wilderness, tracking the movements of his homeworld's creatures. However, in order to complete his training, he had to face an unpleasant truth. A truth his superiors would force upon him.

It was 2181. He had just come of age. This was his first real assignment. A human mobster was stepping off of his private ship. He had a nasty reputation and the leaders of the colony knew he would only bring chaos and mayhem to Laka. Kaya had him in his scope. Crosshairs on his chest. He knew he wouldn't miss. Maybe in another scenario, he wouldn't even hesitate to pull the trigger. But Kaya felt his finger trembling when he saw the two kids hop off the shuttle and cling to their dad's legs. When a lovely young woman stepped off the ship with a smile. The bastard had brought his family with him. Kaya realized his team leader was telling him to take the shot over the comms. Kaya just kept staring at him. This bullet would protect the colony. It would protect the people he grew up with. Those who deserved a peaceful life.

He pulled the trigger. He barely felt the recoil. Kaya just watched as that gangster's lovely young wife was painted in his blood. They were a few hundred yards away. Kaya could still hear her scream. Mission accomplished.

Kaya sometimes still has nightmares about it. He continued to defend his colony. And with every sentient life he took, there was a story. A mother, a brother, a father, a daughter. People who relied on his targets went hungry or vanished into the wilds without even a peep. Sometimes he'd track them down. But by the time he found them, Erinle had already claimed them. It was not a gentle planet. Kaya started to turn to drink, dreading the next call that came in. Hoping it wasn't a person.

Then the reapers invaded. The path of their destruction was televised across the galaxy. Kaya had an epiphany. He could use his skills to help people. Really help them. Defend them from monsters and pull them from the ruins of their scorched homes. Maybe that would help with the nightmares. So he made preparations to leave Erinle. Of course the colony leadership tried to get him to stay. He wasn't obligated to them in anyway. He had been serving the colony since he was barely more than a hatchling. And he made damn sure to remind them of that. He hopped on a cargo freighter off world and followed the distress calls.

Kaya found himself in Dekuuna, fighting off reapers alongside the elcor and assissting in search and rescue as well as evacuation. The gravity difference was a bit of a challenge but Kaya got used to it quick. Funny how constant warfare will do that to a person. Kaya did a lot of good on Dekuuna but with each passing week his drinking became more and more prominent. To the point where he was better at his job tipsy than he was sober. Despite the elcor's best efforts, the reapers were overrunning Dekuuna and Kaya had no choice but to retreat off world with one of the evacuation ships.

He began working as a guard for refugee ships. There were plenty of pirates in space even with the galactic apocalypse. Kaya bounced from ship to ship for months. Sometimes on a big cruiser packed with couple hundred people and sometimes on a suped up shuttle, hunting pirates in the area with a few other brash and bold gunslingers.

Suddenly, Kaya had begun hearing about mass requests for mercenaries and freelancers. Specifically from the alliance. After doing some digging he discovered it was for a final assault against the reapers that orbited Earth. They needed skilled fighters on the ground protecting civilians and allied troops. So, with some trepidation, Kaya accepted. Soon after he was being rocketed to Earth, his human pilot dodging reaper lasers and friendly missiles alike. The fighting on the ground was intense. Some of the worst combat and devastation Kaya had seen since this damn war started. But after hours and hours of relentless death and destruction the reapers just...collapsed. They won. The worst war the galaxy had ever seen was over.

And he was stranded in the sol system. Nothing else to do but make the most of it.

Capabilities

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FLAWS◢

Alcoholic: Though he is trying to recover, Kaya still has a major drinking problem. He always carries a flask of something with him. It does relax him when things get tense. But it also makes him sloppy.

Lightweight: Like most salarians, Kaya is incredibly light when compared to other species. Not only that, his hand to hand skills are very limited. It would not take much to lay him out.

POWERS◢

Tactical Cloak
Incinerate
First Aid
Neural shock

ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CRIMES◢

- Served as a Sniper with the Laka Colonial Defense Force from 2179-2186
- Operated as a search and rescue specialist on Dekuuna
- Worked as a guard for refugee ships and as an active hunter of space pirates in small bounty crews.

RELATIONS AND AFFILIATIONS◢

- Former soldier of the LCDF
- Recognized friend of the elcor people

OPINIONS◢

You see a worn, leather journal with some etchings of the native salarian tongue on its cover. Under those etchings are several stickers of earthling cartoon characters.

Katya: A decent enough soldier. Our small band has unofficially looked to her and Solveig for leadership. It makes no matter to me, I'm not one for the spotlight anyway. She seems a little...cocky, at times. Whether or not that attitude is warranted, we shall have to see.

Janiri: Janiri is a fish out of water, as the humans like to say. She's built strongly and is obviously no stranger to physical work. But her soul is soft. She hasn't the heart for war. She is kind and helpful and probably the best of our little group. I only hope that Earth doesn't strip that from her.

Karnoc: There is a certain respect one has to have for krogan pride and perseverance. And Karnoc is about as krogan as it gets. He's a bit of a brute but despite that I can't help but find him amusing. Strangely, I would like to know him more. How odd it would be for a krogan and salarian to be friends!

Kysar: I'm unsure of what to make of this tattooed turian. His appearance is certainly unlike any other turian I've seen, especially the tattoos. He has more humor than some turians I've met, but it's usually at the expense of others. There's a coldness to his eyes, I feel. Only time will tell if he'll be someone I can trust.

Keslia: I thought I was reserved. It was a week after meeting her before I even learned Keslia's name. She tends to be short and angry with people who she thinks aren't worth her attention. Or not as quick as her, perhaps. I've kept my distance. I have enough trouble maintaining a conversation with people who want to talk.

Solveig: Perhaps the most dangerous out of all of us, even Karnoc. Solveig is a woman of few words and I doubt she even needs those. She and Katya seem to be close which makes sense. Both are former alliance from what I've gathered. Maybe they've served together before. In any case, I don't think her silence is malicious. I trust her quiet work more than I trust Kysar's bluster. Maybe I'll try to speak to her more if we go out on a scouting mission together.

Inventory

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CREDITS & VALUABLES◢ 1k Credits	OUTFIT◢ Kaya's Combat Outfit (Black) Kaya's Casual Outfit (White)
WEAPON & TOOLS◢ M-97 Viper M-5 Phalanx Logic Arrest Omni-Tool	CONSUMABLE◢ Kaya's Golden Flask (Filled with clear liquor)
ID & DOCUMENTS◢ Laka Colony ID LCDF Military ID	BAGS & CONTAINERS◢ A small, non-descript backpack (Black)