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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

And here is the other sheet, will combine them under a single post in the characters

My Hider

Name: Louis Pacion
Age: Appears to be in his mid-thirties
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Skills & Traits: Though somewhat short, Louis is a sprinter and can out run most others in short distances. Though not particularly skilled at fighting, Louis is armed and has a strong will to live. He has connections within the various caravans and settlements in the Commonwealth, due to his business with them. Louis is a known to be a gambler, his skill and integrity ranging greatly depending on who one asks.
Appearance: Louis is a rather unremarkable man, somewhat short with medium length bedraggled brown hair. He has a small nose that has been broken and reset and plain brown eyes. He keeps a little bit of facial hair, but nothing substantial.
Weapons & armor/clothing: Louis wears the ragged clothing of an average wasteland wanderer, having only a few items such as old biker goggles, a stained scarf and a leather flight cap as protection from the elements. He carries a cheap, pre-war Chinese-made Mauser pistol stuffed into the waistband of his pants. A butcher’s knife, wrapped in a homemade sheath is hidden on his left pants leg.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Caravan hand, scavenger, caravan guard, informant.
Faction: None
Backstory: Louis is known to have come from the Capital Wasteland. He says he was a caravanner and had a family until they were attacked by raiders. Louis’ wife and son were killed and himself left for dead. Afterwards he struck north, seeking to put distance between him and his past. Louis has lived in Diamond City and worked in maintenance of the wall. He settled in Quincy for a time, eventually being driven out when the Gunners attacked. Since then Louis has drifted from settlement to hamlet, swapping work and information for sustenance and shelter. Recently he has found work under Kessler, running information to the caravanners passing through County Crossing and heading to Bunker Hill or Diamond City.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Here is the sheet for the raider boss, will have the other sheet up soon

My Hider

Name: Zeller
Known Alias’: ‘Judge’, ‘Prosecutor’,
Age: Assumed to be mid to late thirties.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Skills: Zeller is considered highly dangerous and is always armed. He rules his gang through brutally effective leadership and a never-ending campaign of hazing and indoctrination.
Appearance: Zeller is an intimidating man, both tall and strong. He is described as having balding black hair and a thick handlebar mustache.
Weapons & armor/clothing: Zeller is often seen in his custom armor, a mix of metal pieces and a duster-robe like clothing underneath. His weapons of choice are his sledgehammer, the ‘Gavel’ and an R91 assault rifle.
Faction: Leader of the raider gang known as ‘Zeller’s Army’
Backstory: Zeller’s life before his rise to power and infamy in the raider underworld is largely unknown. There are rumors and speculation he was a former mercenary, maybe Talon Company, Gunners or even Rangers. Others say he comes from a blasted hell-hole in the West where the ground opens up and the wind tears your flesh away. Weirder still are the claims that he is former Brotherhood or a rogue synth. Whatever his background Zeller rose to prominence sometime before the Brotherhood-Institute war. Using the chaos and confusion of the war Zeller expanded his slaving and raiding territory, absorbing most of East Boston, striking deals with the Triggermen at Easy City Downs and running skirmish battles with the mutants holed up in Fort Strong.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Lighthouse - Brother Abraham

“Brother Reed, Sister Ada,” Abraham called out, a few heads turned at the fire pit. “We are returning to the Crater.” One moved to where Abraham stood.

“Why is there an Inquisitor here?” Adad asked curtly, tilting her head and crossing her arms.

“Because Brother Quaid must answer for his crimes no doubt.”

“What am I supposed to tell everyone? Can’t exactly go around saying that till he answers for them now can I?” There was the sound of thunder, Abraham glanced at the sky.

“Tell them I am under investigation then.” she widened her eyes and looked around to make sure no one else had heard.

“Why in Atom’s name would you want me to say that?” He pulled is robes closely around him and pulled up his hood

“Just do it.” he looked her in the eyes and leaned in, “The only thing you should be focused on is getting Brother Reed and making ready to leave.” Thunder cracked again, “Now let’s go.” she furrowed her brow and stepped away, back to the others calling out to Reed. Abraham turned and moved to find Gretchen, she was leaning against the door, unsubtly attempting to eavesdrop.

“Sister Gretchen,” she stepped back from the door and looked at Abraham, he moved towards her. “If the Inquisitor asks my whereabouts tell him I’ve gone back to Crater House.”

“You’re leaving already.” Gretchen’s voice was pained.

“Yes, no pass my word along and answer any questions he asks you.” She stepped back, her eyes darting about.

“I don’t understand, why is an Inquisitor here? What is going on?”

“Just do as I say,” And without another word Abraham turned and walked away.
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Light House - Brother Quaid
"Lastly, brother, what do you say to these allegations? Have you seen any truth to the rumors that your congregation has been attacking nonbelievers? And if so, why?" Quaid raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised at the Inquisitor’s direct line of questioning.

“Well you are right, we deal with the unfaithful on a daily basis here. It is a burden, but one we must endure.” Quaid shifted himself, leaning forward and sitting in a less reclined and relaxed position.

“My congregation suffers from a constant lack of supplies, a problem we must address ourselves and solve to our own satisfaction. “ Quaid broke eye contact with the Inquisitor for a moment, “Though it is not a major issue and certainly not one the High Confessor need concern himself with.” He glanced at his gamma gun then back to the Inquisitor.

“Our main issue is the one of our defense, the Commonwealth is a violent place, unlike the Capital Wasteland it has not been swept clean of its raider clans and mutant dens. We must defend ourselves.” Quaid nodded as if to himself, “And it is for this reason that we have sometimes taken to arms against the unbelievers. Faith alone cannot protect you here, you must have firepower.” These last words Quaid spoke directly into the Inquisitor’s eye-holes, almost as if in warning.

“As far as our relationship with the locals I can say it is strained at best, they may not look it, but every settler in the region is a raider when food gets scarce. Our retaliation against them is no doubt the source of these rumors. They have suffered Atom’s justice and though complain that the judgement was unfair or too harsh.” Quaid leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Who are they to judge our God? And our vengeance?”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Lighthouse

Abraham and Gretchen halted as the door opened and a man entered. It was Brother Shelby, a local of the Commonwealth and an asset to Quaid in his raid.

"Brother Quaid, we have a guest from another congregation. An Inquisitor from the north." At the finishing of his word a figure stepped inside, in the dim light it was hard to make out the details of their garments but Abraham recognized their headdress. It was an Inquisitor’s Cowl, worn by those who came from Holy Island to the North.

"I trust I'm not interrupting anything important, I am Inquisitor Carver, here on the authority of High Confessor Tektus. I must speak to those in charge of this congregation." Abraham squinted vainly in the darkness to recognize the man, he knew a Brother Carver from Megaton who had gone north. Abraham questioned if that was who stood before him now, that boy grown into an Inquisitor of Atom and High Confessor Tektus.

“Not at all Inquisitor Carver,” Quaid’s voice drew Abraham from his thoughts and he looked back to the seated man. Quaid returned his looked and smiled “Brother Abraham here was just leaving.” Abraham sighed and nodded slightly.

“Till we see each other again,” Abraham stepped past the Inquisitor and out of the lighthouse. Quaid adjusted himself in his seat but made no effort to stand or greet the Inquisitor any further.

“Now tell me, why has an Inquisitor such as yourself come all this way to my humble little congregation?”

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Crater House Church

Abraham watched the last drops of the mahogany colored liquid escape the IV bag into the tube in his arm. Then returned to his writing, the sermon was nearly finished but the words had become blurry and out of focus. Abraham reclined in the high-backed upholstered chair and closed his eyes. His mouth was dry and there were sharp pains in his joints. The side effects of Scouring, the process was painful physically, but it allowed a soul to embrace the Glow anew and be washed clean in Atom’s light. At least, that is what the faith taught. Abraham cracked his eyes and let the room slowly fade into a hazy focus, he had his doubts. Most in the Church did, though few expressed them, Abraham had never voiced them openly, though he could never pull it fully from his mind. He looked down at the unfinished sermon, the words were well chosen and would elicit fervor from his congregation, but felt hollow to him.

“Brother Abraham,” Abraham looked to the door of his shack, a gruff looking man with a shaved scalp and tattered green robes stood there holding a hot bowl.

“Brother Reed, come in, it is a pleasure to see you.” Reed smiled and stepped inside placing the bowl on the table next to the sermon.

“I have brought you some mirelurk and tato soup, Sister Ada said you were Scouring today.”

“I am”, Abraham picked up the bowl but instead of sipping from it gave it back to Reed. “I am also fasting, this is my second day, and I cannot be tempted.” Reed took the bowl and shot a glance down at the food then to Abraham.

“Scouring and fasting Brother? That is not a wise choice, your body will be heavily taxed.”

“I have done it before.” Abraham removed the IV from his arm and rubbed the injection site.

“This is not the Holy City Brother, none of us are doctors.” Abraham scowled at Reed.

“I have done it here, before you joined our congregation. I do not need to be chastised in what measures I take to express my faith.” Reed nodded and looked down.

“I did not mean to offend Brother, I only said what I thought.”

“I will inform you when I desire to hear your thoughts Brother.” Abraham stood from his chair and looked Reed in the eyes. “Go and get Sister Ada, tell her we are going to the Lighthouse.” Reed nodded and left the shack, once the door was shut Abraham stumbled and caught himself against the table and sat back into the chair closing his eyes. He was weak, and it wasn’t just the Scouring and the fasting. Abraham could feel his age in his bones but knew no remedy for it.

Lighthouse

Abraham greeted those Children waiting outside the Lighthouse with a nod and an embrace before moving inside. It was dark save for the light of a few lanterns and Abraham looked around the room, it was filthy and resembled nothing of the spartan shacks at the Crater House Church. Piles of empty food wrappers and cans, discarded bones littered the floor. A door on the far side of the room that was slightly ajar. Abraham pushed it open but found it blocked, he pushed harder and saw what was blocking the way. A pile of shoes stretching from the back corner, nearly a foot or two high and about four or five feet wide. All of them different sizes and colors and styles. Some bloody, some wet but all of them dirty. Abraham sighed and moved back pulling the first chair he could, and sitting down.
The exterior door opened and Sister Gretchen entered, she took a look around the room before taking a chair next to Abraham.

“Reed tells me fasting Abe.” Abraham nodded.

“He is correct.” Gretchen glanced away from Abraham and spun a lock of her dark hair around her finger.

“And Ada tells me you scoured again this morning.” Abraham looked at Gretchen as he shifted in his seat to face her.

“Are you going to recount to me all the details of my day?” Gretchen frowned.

“Abe,”

“It is Brother Abraham.” He corrected her.

“Oh for Atom’s sake Abe! I’ve known you since I was girl, so has Ada and Reed. We are worried for you.”

“I appreciate your concern but the only thing you should be worried about is that ever growing pile of discarded shoes.” Abraham motioned to the other room, Gretchen leaned back and glanced from Abraham to the room. Abraham gritted his teeth and leaned forward whispering harshly

“It has grown since last I came despite Brother Quaid’s assurance the robberies would end.” Abraham grabbed Gretchen by the face and pulled her forward. “You gave me your fucking word you’d talk some sense into him. I see you haven’t.” He let go of her and she stood up quickly and took a step back.

“I’ve tried but he won’t listen, it’s only gotten worse since they made a settlement out of them Salem ruins. Now Quaid lets anyone on the roads, even takes bribes from raiders and bandits to set up caravans and settlers.” Abraham stood

“Why are you telling me this?! Why now?” He glanced towards the door and moved to pull his pistol. Gretchen looked at him with wide eyes and shook her head.

“Because I want you to end it, you haven’t been here in weeks. What was I supposed to do? Confront him by myself?” Abraham glanced to the floor then back to Gretchen “He would have killed me Abe if I tried to come see you. I’ve been waiting for you to come.” Tears had started to form in Gretchen’s eyes, Abraham rubbed his face and crossed his arms.

“I apolo-“ He was cut off as the door opened and a tall man holding a gamma gun entered.

“Am I interrupting?” The man said with a grin, Abraham frowned and turned to face him.

“Not at all Brother Quaid.”

“Good.” Quaid smiled as he grabbed himself a chair, dragging it loudly across the floor before sitting in it. He laid his gamma gun heavily next to an ashtray upon a metal table to his right and grabbed a pack of cigarettes by the ashtray. Quaid fished around till he found one then pulled it out and lit it, taking a drag and exhaling before looking at Abraham.

“I see you still struggle with your vices Brother Quaid.” Quaid gave a wicked half smile.

“We are all sinners, are we not Brother?”

“Aye, we are.” Abraham nodded. “But those of us who are faithful members of the church, work in penance to rid ourselves of our vices.”

“We are long way from the Holy City Brother.” Quaid leaned forward, exhaling another cloud of smoke.

“And yet still Atom’s Glow reaches us here, his Glow and the hand of the Church.” Quaid leaned back, taking another drag and scrunching his brow. Now Abraham leaned forward.

“You have been sloppy Brother and the Church has found the foot prints you left behind,” Abraham motioned to the back room of shoes. “Your judgement has come Brother, and there is no raider clan for you to hide behind now. You may have escaped my judgement, but you will not escape Atom’s.”

Quaid sat there for a moment, holding Abraham’s gaze before looking at Gretchen, then back to Abraham. He took a drag before throwing the cigarette down to the ground. “I should have let you die when those Gunners shot you Abe.”

“Aye, you should’ve.” Abraham stood and moved to leave. Gretchen moved to follow but Quaid grabbed her arm and stopped her. Abraham turned.

“There wouldn’t be a trial here, we are far too remote.”

“As you said Brother, we are a long way from the Holy City.” Quaid smiled and let go of Gretchen and she and Abraham moved to leave the Lighthouse.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Abraham Clay of the Children of Atom

My Hider

Name: Abraham Clay
Birth Name: Joseph Elliot

Age: Mid-to late forties

Appearance: Abraham is a tall man with a somewhat slight build, his skin burned and browned from years under the hot wasteland sun. He has a short but full and thick black beard with a peppering of grey. He has roughly shoulder length hair that is usually kept tied up in a small ponytail or bun, like his beard it is streaked with grey.

Sex: Male

Skills: From his slaving days Abraham remains proficient in close quarters combat and in subduing an individual in a non-lethal way. Likewise Abraham is skilled with firearms, but prefers rifles and shotguns to pistols and submachine guns. Over time Abraham has grown as a leader and is able to draw upon natural charisma to endear those around to him. He is an experienced tracker and outdoorsmen, capable of surviving without many resources.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Abraham keeps a shoulder holster with a .44 revolver under his left arm and a belt with a knife around his waist. Unlike other members of the Church, Abraham wear tall boots, with another knife in the right one. When going out for a time Abraham wears webbing, not unlike that worn by slavers and raiders. In the pouches are everything from water and rations to extra ammo and grenades. He covers theses weapons and webbing with the simple robes of a member of the Church. For weapons Abraham uses a radium rifle when in battle but keeps a double barrel shotgun for home defense and hunting.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Slaver

Faction: Church of Atom

Backstory: Born and raised in the Capital Wasteland, Abraham was originally named Joseph Elliot. He was slaver working around the Capital Wasteland and the DC ruins under his boss Leroy Walker. Joseph’s slaving crew was assigned with hunting down escaped slaves with finding and eliminating the Temple of the Union and Hannibal Hamlin’s band of freedom fighters. Once found, a siege was enacted and upon the final assault Hamlin’s band was scattered and those that could not flee were either captured or killed. The slavers were allowed little celebration however, just before they were to head back to a safe house at the scrapyard, they were attacked. A gang of mutants from Germantown had been attracted by the noise and descended upon the slaver crew. The fighting was fierce but brief and the slavers were forced to split up and flee.
Joseph fled with Silas and another slaver and took refuge at an old hermit’s shack near the scrapyard. They forced the old woman at gun point to take them in and hand over supplies. In process one slaver was killed and Silas wounded. Joseph took Silas with him though eventually left his fellow slaver as the man became dead weight. He dumped Silas near the Potomac with a pistol with one bullet before moving on. Wounded and weary himself Joseph learned them mutants had picked up his trail and were now hunting him. He sought shelter in the ruins of Springvale but was ambushed and captured by a band of raiders. They tortured and brutalized Joseph until he was bale to escape. He didn’t make it far and would have been found and killed or died of exposure had it not been for Silver, a junkie living in the ruins who took Joseph in.
She made contact with Doc Church in Megaton who agreed to patch Joseph up. Once in his care, Church recognized Joseph from his time with slavers and though he still helped him, made him swear not to reveal the truth. Wounded and seeking to not be killed in his weakened state Joseph feigned amnesia and sought to create a new identity. His rehabilitation lasted months and the only ones willing to care for him during that time was the congregation of the Children of Atom. Eventually he grew to understand and support the faith and once he was fully healed became an acolyte for the Church. Joseph assumed the named Abraham Clay and spoke of how he was ‘reborn’ as a true child and servant of Atom. He served in the Capital Wasteland doing humanitarian work and spreading the faith. Eventually going away to work in the Commonwealth and it is there that Abraham now finds himself. Having assumed unofficial command over the Crater House congregation.

Louis Pacion of County Crossing

My Hider

Name: Louis Pacion

Age: Appears to be in his mid-thirties

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Skills & Traits: Though somewhat short, Louis is a sprinter and can out run most others in short distances. Though not particularly skilled at fighting, Louis is armed and has a strong will to live. He has connections within the various caravans and settlements in the Commonwealth, due to his business with them. Louis is a known to be a gambler, his skill and integrity ranging greatly depending on who one asks.
Appearance: Louis is a rather unremarkable man, somewhat short with medium length bedraggled brown hair. He has a small nose that has been broken and reset and plain brown eyes. He keeps a little bit of facial hair, but nothing substantial.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Louis wears the ragged clothing of an average wasteland wanderer, having only a few items such as old biker goggles, a stained scarf and a leather flight cap as protection from the elements. He carries a cheap, pre-war Chinese-made Mauser pistol stuffed into the waistband of his pants. A butcher’s knife, wrapped in a homemade sheath is hidden on his left pants leg.
(Previous) Occupation(s): Caravan hand, scavenger, caravan guard, informant.

Faction: None

Backstory: Louis is known to have come from the Capital Wasteland. He says he was a caravanner and had a family until they were attacked by raiders. Louis’ wife and son killed and himself left for dead. Afterwards he struck north, seeking to put distance between him and his past. Louis has lived in Diamond City and worked in maintenance of the wall. He settled in Quincy for a time, eventually being driven out when the Gunners attacked. Since then Louis has drifted from settlement to hamlet, swapping work and information for sustenance and shelter. Recently he has found work under Kessler, running information to the caravanners passing through County Crossing and heading to Bunker Hill or Diamond City.

Judge Zeller - Raider Boss of Zeller's Army

My Hider

Name: Zeller
Known Alias’: ‘Judge’, ‘Prosecutor’,
Age: Assumed to be mid to late thirties.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Skills: Zeller is considered highly dangerous and is always armed. He rules his gang through brutally effective leadership and a never-ending campaign of hazing and indoctrination.
Appearance: Zeller is an intimidating man, both tall and strong. He is described as having balding black hair and a thick handlebar mustache.
Weapons & armor/clothing: Zeller is often seen in his custom armor, a mix of metal pieces and a duster-robe like clothing underneath. His weapons of choice are his sledgehammer, the ‘Gavel’ and an R91 assault rifle.
Faction: Leader of the raider gang known as ‘Zeller’s Army’
Backstory: Zeller’s life before his rise to power and infamy in the raider underworld is largely unknown. There are rumors and speculation he was a former mercenary, maybe Talon Company, Gunners or even Rangers. Others say he comes from a blasted hell-hole in the West where the ground opens up and the wind tears your flesh away. Weirder still are the claims that he is former Brotherhood or a rogue synth. Whatever his background Zeller rose to prominence sometime before the Brotherhood-Institute war. Using the chaos and confusion of the war Zeller expanded his slaving and raiding territory, absorbing most of East Boston, striking deals with the Triggermen at Easy City Downs and running skirmish battles with the mutants holed up in Fort Strong.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Character Sheet for Abraham Clay of the Children of Atom

My Hider

Name: Abraham Clay
Birth Name: Joseph Elliot

Age: Mid-to late forties

Appearance: Abraham is a tall man with a somewhat slight build, his skin burned and browned from years under the hot wasteland sun. He has a short but full and thick black beard with a peppering of grey. He has roughly shoulder length hair that is usually kept tied up in a small ponytail or bun, like his beard it is streaked with grey.

Sex: Male

Skills: From his slaving days Abraham remains proficient in close quarters combat and in subduing an individual in a non-lethal way. Likewise Abraham is skilled with firearms, but prefers rifles and shotguns to pistols and submachine guns. Over time Abraham has grown as a leader and is able to draw upon natural charisma to endear those around to him. He is an experienced tracker and outdoorsmen, capable of surviving without many resources.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Abraham keeps a shoulder holster with a .44 revolver under his left arm and a belt with a knife around his waist. Unlike other members of the Church, Abraham wear tall boots, with another knife in the right one. When going out for a time Abraham wears webbing, not unlike that worn by slavers and raiders. In the pouches are everything from water and rations to extra ammo and grenades. He covers theses weapons and webbing with the simple robes of a member of the Church. For weapons Abraham uses a radium rifle when in battle but keeps a double barrel shotgun for home defense and hunting.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Slaver

Faction: Church of Atom

Backstory: Born and raised in the Capital Wasteland, Abraham was originally named Joseph Elliot. He was slaver working around the Capital Wasteland and the DC ruins under his boss Leroy Walker. Joseph’s slaving crew was assigned with hunting down escaped slaves with finding and eliminating the Temple of the Union and Hannibal Hamlin’s band of freedom fighters. Once found, a siege was enacted and upon the final assault Hamlin’s band was scattered and those that could not flee were either captured or killed. The slavers were allowed little celebration however, just before they were to head back to a safe house at the scrapyard, they were attacked. A gang of mutants from Germantown had been attracted by the noise and descended upon the slaver crew. The fighting was fierce but brief and the slavers were forced to split up and flee.
Joseph fled with Silas and another slaver and took refuge at an old hermit’s shack near the scrapyard. They forced the old woman at gun point to take them in and hand over supplies. In process one slaver was killed and Silas wounded. Joseph took Silas with him though eventually left his fellow slaver as the man became dead weight. He dumped Silas near the Potomac with a pistol with one bullet before moving on. Wounded and weary himself Joseph learned them mutants had picked up his trail and were now hunting him. He sought shelter in the ruins of Springvale but was ambushed and captured by a band of raiders. They tortured and brutalized Joseph until he was bale to escape. He didn’t make it far and would have been found and killed or died of exposure had it not been for Silver, a junkie living in the ruins who took Joseph in.
She made contact with Doc Church in Megaton who agreed to patch Joseph up. Once in his care, Church recognized Joseph from his time with slavers and though he still helped him, made him swear not to reveal the truth. Wounded and seeking to be killed in his weakened state Joseph feigned amnesia and sought to create a new identity. His rehabilitation lasted months and the only ones willing to care for him during that time was the congregation of the Children of Atom. Eventually he grew to understand and support the faith and once he was fully healed became an acolyte for the Church. Joseph assumed the named Abraham Clay and spoke of how he was ‘reborn’ as a true child and servant of Atom. He served in the Capital Wasteland doing humanitarian work and spreading the faith. Eventually going away to work in the Commonwealth and it is there that Abraham now finds himself. Having assumed unofficial command over the Crater House congregation.

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Would it be okay if I RPed one of the Children of Atom at the Crater/lighthouse?