The Dow Dragon

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@knighthawk I appreciate the advice, but you don't really get to choose where your stationed in the USMC. They ask your top 3 requests, then they take that sheet with your requests and burn it and send you wherever they need you. And training wise, it depends on what side of the Mississippi river your on. So since I live in Idaho, I'm going to San Diego for Bootcamp. And I hope I get a chance to shoot some bad guys, if I wanted to be safe I would have joined the Air Force.

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I'm back! It was quite a trip. I rode with 3 other guys to Boise, where we stayed the night in a swanky hotel. Then we got up at 0500 and sat in a government building for 7 hours doing all sorts of stuff then we rode 3 hours back home.

But it was worth it, I'm a Marine Corps Poolee (Trainee) now, I ship out August of next year.

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Hey peeps, I'll be gone today and most of tomorrow for MEPS (Military Entrance Processing) so if you start you're gonna have to bear with me.

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@Ragenaut Yo, I'm digging that Pink Floyd you got on your page. How about you pass me some of that weed and we can shine on like crazy diamonds ourselves. Let David Gilmore takes us on a cosmic train ride....

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Jax Lodrick, The Sheriff

Jackson 'Jax' Lodrick

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"Learn to love the enemy within you."

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General

|| Jackson 'Jax' Lodrick ||

|| Male ||

|| 30 ||

|| Sheriff of Ashenport ||

|| Heterosexual ||

|| Single ||

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Personal

|| - Calm, Cool, and Collected
- Thoughtful
- Adaptable ||

|| - Smoker
- Reserved
- Socially Uninterested (Doesn't like people very much)||

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- Loves to listen to Classic Rock.
- A secret nerd for Star Wars.
- A secret nerd for video games. ||

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- Writing
- Reading
- Working Out
- Playing video games||

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Family

|| Charlotte Lodrick - Sister- Lives out of town.
Danielle Lodrick - Mother - Newly Retired, Former Navy Doctor. ||

|| Jax lives in the largest of the three houses south of the Mayor's house. Its fairly clean, with a gun case full of rifles and shotguns, a plasma TV with a PS4 hooked up to it, two bookshelves filled with books, a star wars poster here and there and the American flag hanging on the wall. ||

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Last but not Least

|| Jax was born in Ashenport in 1986. His father was a traveling salesman who died in a plane crash when he was 4. His mother had Charlotte all alone and raised the two of them by herself. He was a swimmer in high school, not super popular but well known and mostly liked. He enlisted in the Marine Corps when he 18 years old and became a Recon Marine. He was deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan three times over 8 years, it was bootcamp that got him hooked on smoking but when he came back he didn't feel like stopping. He returned home two years ago after getting out of the Corps and applied to become a deputy. He got the job and two years later he ran against his boss to become Sheriff.

And won.

Now he does a decent job keeping the peace, not that its very hard. He does occasionally have the drunk and unruly start some trouble, but he usually handles that with ease. There are only a few other towns in the county and the Sheriff HQ is just outside of Ashenport, so that's where Jax made his home. Its a sleepy and quiet life, but its a hell of a lot better than being shot at everyday by people you don't know and who don't know you.
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|| Seven Nation Army - White Stripes ||

_{A Seven Nation Army
Couldn't hold me back.}
|| A bloody marine with torn combat gear and blazing red eyes. His body turns from scarred flesh to bloody skeleton at random, and his face is the worst part, looking ghoulish and almost human. The name tag on his fatigues is constantly changing names, every name Jax knows. ||

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Jax Lodrick, The Sheriff

Jackson 'Jax' Lodrick

---

---

"Learn to love the enemy within you."

---

General

|| Jackson 'Jax' Lodrick ||

|| Male ||

|| 30 ||

|| Sheriff of Ashenport ||

|| Heterosexual ||

|| Single ||

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Personal

|| - Calm, Cool, and Collected
- Thoughtful
- Adaptable ||

|| - Smoker
- Reserved
- Socially Uninterested (Doesn't like people very much)||

||
- Loves to listen to Classic Rock.
- A secret nerd for Star Wars.
- A secret nerd for video games. ||

||
- Writing
- Reading
- Working Out
- Playing video games||

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Family

|| Charlotte Lodrick - Sister- Lives out of town.
Danielle Lodrick - Mother - Newly Retired, Former Navy Doctor. ||

|| Jax lives in the largest of the three houses south of the Mayor's house. Its fairly clean, with a gun case full of rifles and shotguns, a plasma TV with a PS4 hooked up to it, two bookshelves filled with books, a star wars poster here and there and the American flag hanging on the wall. ||

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Last but not Least

|| Jax was born in Ashenport in 1986. His father was a traveling salesman who died in a plane crash when he was 4. His mother had Charlotte all alone and raised the two of them by herself. He was a swimmer in high school, not super popular but well known and mostly liked. He enlisted in the Marine Corps when he 18 years old and became a Recon Marine. He was deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan three times over 8 years, it was bootcamp that got him hooked on smoking but when he came back he didn't feel like stopping. He returned home two years ago after getting out of the Corps and applied to become a deputy. He got the job and two years later he ran against his boss to become Sheriff.

And won.

Now he does a decent job keeping the peace, not that its very hard. He does occasionally have the drunk and unruly start some trouble, but he usually handles that with ease. There are only a few other towns in the county and the Sheriff HQ is just outside of Ashenport, so that's where Jax made his home. Its a sleepy and quiet life, but its a hell of a lot better than being shot at everyday by people you don't know and who don't know you.
||
|| Seven Nation Army - White Stripes ||

_{A Seven Nation Army
Couldn't hold me back.}
|| A bloody marine with torn combat gear and blazing red eyes. His body turns from scarred flesh to bloody skeleton at random, and his face is the worst part, looking ghoulish and almost human. The name tag on his fatigues is constantly changing names, every name Jax knows. ||

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The Dow Dragon's Cafe

Boston Skies

I hate to use the term fanfiction, considering the implication that often goes with it, but I suppose you would call this a Fallout 4 Fanfiction. This will follow from the perspective of The Lone Wanderer as he makes his way into the commonwealth and meets The Sole Survivor, a week after her escape from Vault 111.

Prologue

The sun rose over the commonwealth, the ever present watcher of its tall, steel skeletons and ruined streets. The creak and whine of the titanium behemoths would make anyone shiver, the ghost of what was once a great nation ever lurking over the denizens of the commonwealth. But outside of the city, near the eerie and deserted Fort Hagen, a man sees the commonwealth for the first time after many days of traveling. He was dark skinned, a more browned caramel than anything. His eyes were hazel and alert, his hair long and curly, hanging just a few inches above his shoulders. His face was square and rounded, hidden by a slightly wild black beard, the same color of his hair. His nose straight and narrow. Under the dirt, a scar going horizontally on his left cheek just before it goes across the bridge of his nose and ends on his right cheek can be seen.

He was of an athletic build, well muscled. He was dressed in what would be averaging clothing, if it were not fully armored. A leather coat with armor pieces on both shoulders and elbows and padding inside the coat itself that would stop a handgun no problem. His jeans had knee-pads and a thigh-knife holster and his work boots were steel-toed. The man wore a pack that was adorned with weaponry, tools, and supplies and a pair of aviator sunglasses hid his eyes. On his hip was a .44 magnum revolver and in his hand was a modified assault rifle.

It was clear that this man was a veteran of the wastes. His name is Albert Coleson.

Albert hitched his pack into a more comfortable position and started down the hill into the ruined town. He could see Boston in the distance, its towers like great skeletal fingers reaching for the clouds, desperate to leave this hellish earth. The crunch of his boots echoed into the dawn. The man had been walking since midnight, after not being able to sleep and it wasn't like he was carrying just a teddy bear and his innocent dreams. An all too familiar harsh beep screeched out and it was all Albert could do to dive for a burned out car before an avalanche of 5.56 mm bullets began raining down on his position. The ping of bullets on metal woke Albert up immensely and he craned his neck to see where the turret was without getting his face blown off. It was on the roof of what looked like the Military HQ for Fort Hagen, as his pip-boy described the town.

Albert slowly re-positioned himself as the turret relentlessly kept assaulting him with bullets, hoping to cut his life short. He was now crouching and he set the barrel of his rifle on the ledge of the crooked window, taking aim at the turret. Burst fire erupted from his barrel, slamming in the turret with deadly accuracy. The turret ignited and exploded after a few well placed bursts, showering parts and hot ammo all over the street. Albert sighed as he stood up, his eyes scanning for any more turrets.

Just another day in the life.

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@MissCapnCrunch Also, another question, what year is this? Because from the map, this looks like 1800s. Unless all that sand is road and the town is actually way bigger?

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@gcold I don't think I'll be proceeding with this rp, especially with the stuff that's coming up in my RL. Have fun you guys!

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One question, are we going into the town or are already in the town?