Vulkan

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Bee

I would rather answer a few more questions, but if you absoutely have to get that up tonight, then no sweat.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Bee

I have to go to bed now, so...mind sending me the questions, ill answer them when i wake up and then ill send it back?

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@LovelyAnastasia

Ill put them up in the character tab tomorrow. I just realised i havent put my actual characters there either. XD

The tech of the RP is similar to what we have now, although i can approve a few other things if you run it by me first and its not TOO unrealistic. Read the OOC first page for details on stuff like that

The New Order- THe plutocratic government that run the entire show. They are completely corrupt out of the ears, with many officials only wanting power and money. However, there are plenty who genuinely want to make the world better as well. They control the entire city as well as the dozens of smaller settlements outside of it. They have plenty of soldiers, civilian personnel, scientists, agents, etc...plenty of character choices.

The Resistance (formerly known as utopia)- Well, the name says it all, except it is split into hundreds of small groups that hate each other almost as much as they hate the new order. Several years ago, a group of people known as the cabal financed the groups and negotiated a truce between them, forming them into a single group known as "Utopia" which caused enough trouble to make the New Order seriously nervous. Unfortuantely, read the first post of this OOC to see how that went south, and now they are back to a load of groups arguing with each other. One of the most influential and respected factions in the resistance was known as "Nexus". Read the IC to see how that turned out for them. :P

The Lost- The third faction, and by far the weakest. The lost are gangsters, dealing in drugs, weapons, assassination,information, corporate espionage, just about every criminal enterprise under the sun. They remain strictly neutral between the New Order and Resistance, supplying intel and weaponry to both sides. Just about every criminal in the city, from the lowliest thief to the deadliest assassin has had dealings with the lost at some point.

Any other questions, let me know.

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@LovelyAnastasia

Hmmm...Its a little unclear on who is still actually here, but i think we could use a few more resistance members.

Of course, there are no limits to number of characters, as long as you RP them all properly, so you can have characters on different sides if you like.

Do you want me to fill you in on the 3 main factions? I noticed that their bios arent actually on the character page.

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@LovelyAnastasia

Sure am!

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Posted. The people in the basement can finally get moving, and the New Order PC's have been ordered to make a full withdrawal. Lets finish this up and get to the next...bit.

Oh, and heres a bio for our new friend. Ill put a faction bio up for the SIS tomorrow.

Preferably read this AFTER you read my post

Name: Director-General Emily McAllister

Age: 48
Faction (if any): : New Order SIS

Gender: Female

Appearance: She has had a lot of treatments to make herself look younger, to the point that her and her daughter are thought to be near-identical siblings.

Appearance

Nationality: English

Personality: McAllister is often pleasant and helpful to almost anyone she meets. She is happy to take advice from anyone that will give it…at least, when she needs to. Deep down, she is a borderline sociopath, who would happily burn an entire district if it would further her goals. She never talks or interacts with anyone without weighing in her head how they can be manipulated for her own personal gain. The only person she has ever known to care about is her daughter. And even then, said daughter keeps her distance from her mother. During combat, she is completely sadistic, liking to shoot her opponents in non-immediately fatal areas and watch them bleed out. She likes to kill anything that might threaten her (friend or foe) and cover it up later, something she is very good at. She also acts quite kindly towards her most trusted subordinates, making sure that they are completely loyal to her. It is unknown to anyone but herself if this kindness is genuine or not.

Equipment: A five-seven handgun, loaded with hollow-point rounds. She usually prefers to kill with her bare hands however, usually snapping necks or ripping eyes out.

Skills: Emily has an IQ of 215, making her one of the best tactical minds in the entire world. She is an expert and manipulation of both her enemies and allies, and is famed for being able to read how to turn a situation to her advantage with just a thought. She rose to her position from a simple private, and she hasn’t forgotten all her military training. She was trained as a close assault specialist and is an expert in several martial arts and guerrilla warfare. She is also capable of solo piloting her personal emperor-class transport, the “Hyperion”, although she requires several other personnel to operate its weapons systems. She also has considerable influence in the high council, with four of its seventeen members being in her pocket. She has been shortlisted for a place on the council herself.

History: Emily McAllister was born to the mistress of a small settlement’s overseer in the south of the city. She was never intended to be born, and was shunned by her father shortly after her birth, and her mother was neglectful at best and violently abusive at worst. When she was sixteen, she ran away from home after finding her mother intended to sell her into prostitution, and joined the New Order military as a private, swearing that she would rise from her lowly birth and do so much more.

She trained both her body and mind day and night, shunning the company of other soldiers. On her first mission, she showed visible sadism in gunning down several smugglers whom she had been ordered to take in alive. When she was brought before her commanding officer, she revealed to him that she knew about a illegal operation headed by him to sell surplus military stock to the lost. She blackmailed him with this information, and was a sergeant by the time she was nineteen.

She still continued to find dirt on everyone who mattered in her regiment, until one of her superiors wised up and moved her to the SIS (New Order special intelligence and logistics section) in an attempt to keep her away and not risk the affairs of any officers coming to light.
This was…a bad idea, as she continued to manipulate her way to the top of the ladder. She married when she was 25 to an equally power hungry SIS officer, and had two children, Juno and Simon. This didn’t stop her ambitions in the slightest, and during the Utopia rebellion, a scandal hit the SIS when it was revealed to the public that many of their agents had staged a mass defection to Utopia. The current director-general commited suicide rather than be put on trial for incompetence, Emily saw her chance and took control of the humiliated remnants.

She used her leverage to take control of several Special Forces units and launched vicious pre-emptive strikes on Utopia strongholds, capturing their leaders and executing them on live television by either firing squad or hanging. The psychological warfare she used terrified the Utopia personnel to the point that by simply hearing that the Director-General was turning her gaze to them, would be enough to cause their group to disband and quit fighting for Utopia altogether. Her efforts, coupled with the humiliation Utopia suffered after their murder of a child, all but fragmented Utopia into smaller, weaker groups, which it remains to this day. For the last few years, she has been relatively relaxed, leaving the control of the SIS to her surbordinates.

Other: After the defeat of Utopia, she took a small detachment of her closest officers (now known as the inner circle) to her hometown, where she proceeded to find her mother and father (whom was still the settlements overseer) and beat them both to death with her bare hands in the middle of the street in broad daylight. For the simple reason that she knew she could cover it up. Since then, said officers have been completely loyal to her.

No one, not even the inner circle or her daughter, knows exactly what happened to her husband. She dounst tell anyone, although whenever the subject is brought up, she is seen to smile slightly.

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Andrew kept moving, staying low, keeping his gun close. It probably wouldnt help if any of them noticed him.
"They wouldnt shoot me..."
He knew about the bounty. He really didnt want to be taken in alive.

He moved near the door leading to the basement, hiding behind a pillar as he listened to a woman's voice.
"Get up, your armor took the hit. God, im going to kill that prick some day...Anyway, stay here. Guard the door and dont go in, who knows if they booby trapped it..." the voice trailed off into the distance.

Andrew paused for a moment, waiting for the woman to leave, all the while screwing a silencer onto his sidearm. He jumped up, pointing it at the soldier, who appeared to not have completely recovered from his wound inflicted by "That prick"
"Whos down there?" he asked. The soldier didn't raise his gun, knowing that he was beaten.

"A few resistance members. We weren't going to..." he was stopped as Andrew pulled the trigger, blowing the contents of his skull over the back of his helmet. Now knowing that his escape route hadn't been found, he shot the lock open without even looking and ran inside, pulling the door shut and sealing it again with a nearby tire iron. He looked around, and noticed several people in the room, with a large hole in the floor. He walked up to them, too stressed to remember that he was shy.

"There was a trapdoor you kn..." he finished with a squeak, as he realized that two of the three people he was talking to were women.

"L...lets just...er...get out of here. I um...killed a soldier outside and they are gonna notice soon..." he trailed off, trying to wish his coat would swallow him up and hide him from all their...looks.

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Delta tried not to shield his face as the emperor transport hovered over him as he stood on the roof of the building. Instead of it landing, several rope ladders fell down from its loading bay, and five soldiers in elite riot longcoats and body armor climbed down. Delta tried to greet them, but they ignored him until a sixth figure climbed down, jumping off the last four rungs like she couldnt wait to see him. She wore a dark red dress uniform with gold trim, which complimented her silver hair.

Delta stepped foward, opening his mouth to speak, only for the woman to hold her index finger up as a sign for him to be quiet. SHe walked to the edge of the roof, looking in the direction of the nexus nightclub.
"Three hundred, was it?"

Delta's mind raced, before realising that she was talking about the body count of the nexus.
"Ye..yes, that is our current estimate. We are currently finishing..."

"I know. I checked. Dont tell me what i already know, Delta. I know everything thats happened." She turned to one of her men, before throwing a small object to him, which he caught with one hand. She then turned around, and walked up to Delta, clearing her hair away from her eyes.

"Director-General, may i request a reason to why you are presen..."

She pointed her finger to the air again, and said a single word to her surbodinate, the one that she had thrown the object to.
"Record."

The soldier lifted the object in front of his face, and Delta realised what it was. A camera phone.

Before he could yell, the Director-General grabbed his head in her hands, forcing her thumbs into his eye sockets.

Delta screamed like he had never screamed before. His accompanying officers shouted in horror and protest, but the Director-General's guards had already drawn their sidearms on the "Record" and each fired several shots, each one catching one of Delta's officers in the face or chest. Before they could attempt to aid their commander, they were dead, killed with ruthless efficiency.

The Director-General continued to force her thumbs deeper into his head, pushing him down to his knees. She remained completely emotionless, until a few seconds in, when a small smirk was visible on her face. But she didnt say a word, until she got bored and let him go, wiping her hands on Delta's own jacket before viciously kicking him in the face, snapping his neck and finishing the unfortunate man off.

She turned around, cracking her knuckles as if she had just finished lifting weights rather than murdering her own subordinate with her bare hands.

"Little shit got blood on my uniform. I should have just used my gun." she said simply, before turning to the soldier holding the camera phone. "Did you get it?"

The soldier gave it back to her. "Whole thing."

THe director general nodded. "Good. Contact the forces at the nightclub. Order them to make a full retreat. Inform them that Director-General Mcallister is in command of this situation now. I want to speak to the field officers in there now, one of them has earned a promotion.

SHe looked back at the blood soaked remains of Delta, as well as the corpses of his entourage.

"We need a replacement officer or two. These ones seem to have stopped working properly."

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@AtomicNut

Ill be posting in about an hour or two. But feel free to put something small.

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@AtomicNut

I'd say that it should have crashed afterwards.

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@AtomicNut

I mean a hidden trapdoor from the basement to the sewers, which is why Andrew is heading that way. You didnt have to blow a hole in the floor.

Its fine though. Kind of funny tbh.