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Underbelly- A SciFi RP

Interested. I'm thinking an alien crime boss/drug dealer. Willing to be an antagonist for all you bounty hunter and mercenary scum.

Fallout: Capital wasteland/east coast (high Casual.)

Hey everyone

In light of the fallout 4 being announced (*squeals*) I'm interested of doing a mass fallout R.P that is as character driven as possible. I'm looking for people who can play a fallout-based R.P who won't be total mary-sues about it. I'm ready to brainstorm on general overall plot but I have several ideas. While the capital wasteland will be central to the RP I'm considering extending the area to include a wider area (perhaps Philadelphia or new york.) to allow for faction building and not to be constricted to lore. If it makes it December we will even include Boston. There's no limit on characters or RPers and if it gets big enough Co-game masters will be needed.
So yeah tell me your ideas and express some interest and we'll get this going as soon as we can.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

“The spirits gift me with opportunity of meeting your souls.” Ra’tara said politely looking the man up and down. It was obvious he was not tribal born but many tribes including his own readily welcomed outsiders into there homes.
“I am please to meet you Henri, in my travels I have not the singin’ Bears but I’m sure if they respected you they must be strong.” Ra’tara mentioned.

He looked over the man with who had a long flowing moustache. Somehow Ra’tara felt this man was trustworthy like his words were golden. He sat down next to Henri and watched as the Nighkin came over after he had terrified a small man. He joked at how Ra’tara was a nightkin and the tribal gave an uncomfortable grin. The night kin handed him a molerat claw. Stalking Bear cringed at the rancid smell of the body part. It was definetly not safe to eat and the meat had spoilt the skin but his culture thought it was impolite to deny gifts no matter how disgusting.

“ummm… Thankyou but what may I call you blue one?” He asked as he was unaware of the monster’s name.

As Ra’tara wrapped the leg in a special leaf as to preserve the rotted meat for a useful time two more people came in, a cowboy and women. Ra’tara learnt that the Cowboy whose clothes were oddly clean, with the exception of his hat which was worn and dusty, after the cowboy had made an uninspiring speech to the group.

“He sure strikes courage into my heart.” Ra’tara joked as he looked over to Henri. “Maybe we should get some food, before we leave. By The Way when abouts is that?” The last of Ra’tara’s question was aimed at women who was standing across from them.

The Elder Scrolls: War of Armageddon

So what's happening?

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

The how can I make myself useful to my friends because I love them character development. Ahh timeless.

Anywho first post is up and being crap.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” – Blackfoot tribe member 1870
---the day before---
The Hot sun beat down on the courtyard of the fort. It was hot today, so hot that it almost made Ra’tara wish for a new clear winter, but he wouldn’t annoy his company with mentioning such an idiotic thing. He looked around at his company a follower by the name of Joshua and a member of the King’s member by the name of Frank.

Frank was an odd looking man. His hair was greased back that gave his black locks a shiny gleam. He wasn’t sure if it was some sort of gel or if it was sweat, perhaps both. He wore worn out Jeans with a leather jacket. Ra’tara almost cringed at the thought of that jacket in the heat.

“Ayy, man it’s hot as balls out here.” Frank commented casually as he checked his S.M.G was loaded for the 17th time today.

Ra’tara gave the King’s member an angry glance before turning to Joshua. Joshua was one of the Key members of The Followers and was a very no-nonsense sort of man. Ra’tara liked that about him Joshua knew when words needed to be said and when talking was not necessary. Joshua had given Frank an equally dirty look before muttering something offensive under his breath. You could tell from appearance Joshua was feeling the heat. He had taken off his white lab coat to show a dirty, checker short sleeve shirt with the top two buttons undone. Beads of sweat formed around his hairline of thin grey hair speckled with brown and white hair.

“What are we doing here anyway? We’re just waiting for nothing.” Frank said in his annoying Brookelyn accent.
Ra’tara hated Frank’s accent but the context of his annoying voice was worse and Joshua gave an angry sigh before looking at the dim-witted Kings member.

“For the third time Frank, we are waiting to see if a medical shipment gets in if it’s more than 3 hours late we have to go investigate the disappearance.” Joshua nagged in a justified condescending tone.
“Well how long has it been then?” Frank moaned.

“Unfortunately 3 hour and 10 minutes so we need to go investigate the highway.” Joshua sighed looking at his watch.
Both Frank and Ra’tara both gave a small grin. Finally something interesting was going to happen.
“I’ll go get changed into my armour then.” Joshua said standing up from the black stool he was sitting on.

---6 hours after that---

The twilight of the Mojave Desert had cooled the trio down. Not significantly but enough so that Frank would stop bitching about the heat. They had found some sign of the shipment easily enough unfortunately it was just two dead Caravan guards and a follower’s mangled corpse. Know that they knew the shipment had been intercepted it was there job to hunt them down. There secret weapon was Ra’tara and his tracking skills. So Ra’tara had dragged the two Freesiders through the desert to a small cave.

From one look you could tell the cave belonged to raiders blood covered the entrance and flayed body was hung above. “Keep out.” was written near the body, if it was in blood or excrement Ra’tara was particularly sure.
“The Raiders are in here.” Ra’tara spoke softly pulling out his war club.

“Aww man it’s an old fashioned shoot out.” Frank said loading his S.M.G finally using it for something.
“Don’t get yourself killed Frank.” Joshua said loading his service rifle.

“Na man, I got my piece loaded so no punk ass raider is going to get past me.” Frank replied walking in side. Joshua let out another sigh more audible then the last before he and Ra’tara followed him in.

Once you walked the cave for 5 or 10 minutes the Cave opened up in to a large room. Big enough for several people to live comfortable, but comfatble was used as a relative term as the place was in shambles a destroyed pool table burned slowly lighting the cave in a dark orange glow. Ra’tara noticed that the cave wasn’t smoky so there must have been some form of ventilation on the roof. In the corner the two Brahman slumped lifelessly together, bullets in their skulls and the medical supplies from their packs were strewn all across the cave. In the opposite corner two raiders slept restlessly on disgusting couches. Syringes and bottles of pills surrounded them.

“Take them out.” Ra’tara whispered to frank who stood wide eyed at the astonishment of the luck of avoiding a gunfight.

“Okay Mr.Indian, man, sir.” Frank whispered mockingly before pulling out his S.M.G taking it by both hands and firing a clip sloppily at the raiders. Bullets pierced the side of the cave, the couch and the raiders. Enough bullets met there mark that the raiders didn’t have time to wake up before they died, but the ringing of the bullets deafened the trio as the noises bounced off the small cave walls.

“I meant with your flip knife you Brahman shit eater.” Ra’tara yelled half deaf.

---later---
The gangster, the doctor and the Indian walked back up the highway all with large rucksacks weighing them down. After the druggies had been disposed of, they packed the medical supplies into large bags put them on and began to make their way back to The Old Morman Fort. It as dark now and Ra’tara had stopped listening to Joshua and Frank who were argueing about something unimportant. In the distance a securitron drove down the middle of the highway the three men were walking up. Once the securitron reached Ra’tara he noticed the screen was not of a U.S solider but of a man in a fedora smoking a cigarette.

“Hey there,” the Secruitron said in a New York gangsta accent. “I’m here to tell you, Ra’tara have done been invited to the lucky 38 penthouse for a meeting with Mr. House and Mr. Tenpenny. You’re presence is mandatory.” And without another word the securitron turned away and drove away to the direction of New Vegas.

“Well, the Great Spirit must have something in store for me.” Ra’tara stated, in a surprise tone.

---that day.---
Ra’tara stepped into the suite he felt out of place and quite vulnerable when he couldn’t see the sky. He wanted to go on this adventure but was scared of what might become of him.
“I am Ra’tara of the Osweg people where may I find Mr. Tenpenny?”
He spoke loudly so the group would here and then he noticed the nightkin his people were not trustful of super mutants but in his travels he had grown a begrudging respect for there fighting capabilities and strength.

“…but you may call me Stalking Bear.” He finished but said it directly to the night kin.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

First ic post will be done in 3 hours

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

My Bio has been put up. It is a bit rushed because I didn't really feel like rewriting it, so it's not great but it tells you what you need to know.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Name: Stalking Bear (Ra'tara in the Osweg tribe's language)

Age: 22

Appearance:

This with a black Mohawk ponytail and black tattoos on the arms and chest

Race: Human

Skills:
melee weapons, survival, small guns.

Perks:

1. shaman- the great spirit has bestowed its knowledge upon you. You know all survivable crafty recipes as well as a few known only by the magic men of the Osweg tribe.)

2. Tribesmen- being raised in a tribal culture has made you strong to the elements you gain +1 Endurance and +10 survival.
Equipment:

Weapons:

-Raging Bear's War club: A war club with the end shaped like a bear instead of a horse. Reinforced with steel making it more durable then an average war club. A weapon that belong to Stalking Bear's father and grandfather.

-Battle rifle with a back strap and 40 .308 rounds.

-3 throwing spears.

Armour:

Bio: Bio: Ra’tara was born in the Osweg tribe in Oregon. Based in what used to be a nature reserve the Osweg people grew their culture without any outside influnces of the old world. The Tribe developed their own language and like many primitive tribes in the post-apocalyptic world rediscovered agriculture as well as creating their own unique religion.

This was 2141 when the Osweg tribe came into contact with the Scorpion raider gang. Unfortunately the tribe has had little to no experience with warfare, and the Raids made by the Scorpions were becoming more and more powerful. Just before all hope was lost for the tribe they came into contact with a wandering member of ‘the followers of the apocalypse’. The member who in legends is known only as wolf taught the Osweg tribe ways to defend itself such as group tactics for skirmishes how to make primitive weapons more effective and even firearm use. With the help of Wolf, the Raider gang was destroyed and the Osweg tribe was changed for ever.
Over the next 160 years the Osweg tribe expanded exponentially uses it’s lessons of war (and occasionally diplomacy) to take over the other 9 tribes in the area, making the Osweg tribe more of a nation that encompassed numerous clans and tribes.

In 2277 Stalking Bear was born as the third son to a well-respected Khal, Raging Bear (an Osweg Warrior Commander.). Ra’tara spent the majority of child hood and early teens being mentored by two men. Flaming Bear, his eldest brother an Osweg Warrior who taught Ra’tara the art of warfare and hunting and his Uncle Ra’tiki or Dancing Bear, Ra’tiki was an old world witchdoctor, meaning he spoke English, could read and write as well as having knowledge of nature and how to use it. Ra’tiki was also intune with the Osweg spirits and taught Ra’tara all about the Osweg religion and rituals
When Ra’tara was 17 he was both a proficient in Osweg rituals and warfare. Like all tribe members of his age he would have to engage in a Qua’lashan or mind quest. A mind quest is when a member of the tribe leaves the safety of his home and explores the outside world to figure out who he or she is and what their profession in the tribe will be. Most members only leave for a year or two but Ra’tara has been gone for five travelling and learning about the outside world.

On Ra’tiki’s suggestion Ra’tara is currently exploring the Mojave looking for a noble cause to help with. He currently is hanging around the Followers of the apocalypse in Freeside.

Fallout: The Long Haul (ALWAYS OPEN TO NEW PLAYERS)

Expect a character sheet tonight. I'm writing a tribal character with heavy American Indian/Maori roots.