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ETA of the IC?
BTW is my character accepted?
Name: Boreal Dusk
Race: Unicorn
Age: 24
C.M.: A pawn (chess piece)
---- Forty seven (due to trait) points to split between:----
S(trength): 6
P(erception):8
E(ndurence):6
C(harisma): 2
I(ntelligence): 8
A(gility): 10
L(uck): 7
---- ----
Trained Skills: Guns, Energy Weapons, Stealth
Specialty: Shooting things, shutting up.
Gear: FN FAL modified with an extended barrel (or canonical equivalent) with ammunition for it, as well as a detachable 3x magnification scope. He wears slightly tattered saddlebags, which he mostly uses to store ammunition. He wears very little armor, just a small piece of reinforced leather across his chest connected to another piece covering his flank. He also wears an almost broken PipBuck he acquired as compensation during his days as a drifter.
History: Born to Raiders, Boreal's childhood was interesting, to say the least. Although he was trained to fire a gun at a very early age, he adored learning things about the world, even if he didn't have the longest memory span. While his parents were away, he usually tried to find any remnants of knowledge he could find around the raider camp and delve into it. However, when he was about 11 years of age, his parents were killed in an attack by a rival raider group. Fortunately, Boreal managed to survive by escaping the camp. Although scarred for life, his skills allowed him to pick up odd jobs wherever he went. One day he could be watching someones house at night, and the next day he could be hunting for various critters.
However, his days as a drifter also put him in many precarious situations, situations that left him scarred, and that he never wishes to remember. Now, he finds himself intrigued by a job being offered by a Caravan, a job that can hopefully take him to a better place.
Personality: Boreal is . . . VERY reserved. He is the very definition of a doormat. He is unlikely to talk to people to make any conversation that isn't business related, and when he does rarely talk, he speaks softly and staccato, and usually gets stuck on words. He almost always tries to plan what to do inside his head, to avoid embarrassing himself. Very shy, he is always trying to hide from interaction, although he can get very enraged whenever he is pushed beyond his limit, and can get easily frustrated when people don't take a hint.
Perks: Rapid Reload: Weapons reload much faster than normal
Commando: More accuracy with larger weapons (rifles, shotguns, etc.)
Sniper: More likely to hit a target's head
Superior Defender: Deals more damage and is more resistant to damage while standing still
Traits: I hope everyone knows how these work =3 they tend to have either a harmless effect, or one that has both a positive and negative modification.
Trait #1-Gifted: Gets 1 extra SPECIAL point automatically allotted into every category, but suffers in skills he isn't specialized in.
Trait #2-None
(IF THERE IS ANYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE CHANGED, PLEASE TELL ME. SUCH AS IF MY CHARACTER GOES AGAINST CANON OF THE FIC OR ANYTHING ELSE)
Race: Unicorn
Age: 24
C.M.: A pawn (chess piece)
---- Forty seven (due to trait) points to split between:----
S(trength): 6
P(erception):8
E(ndurence):6
C(harisma): 2
I(ntelligence): 8
A(gility): 10
L(uck): 7
---- ----
Trained Skills: Guns, Energy Weapons, Stealth
Specialty: Shooting things, shutting up.
Gear: FN FAL modified with an extended barrel (or canonical equivalent) with ammunition for it, as well as a detachable 3x magnification scope. He wears slightly tattered saddlebags, which he mostly uses to store ammunition. He wears very little armor, just a small piece of reinforced leather across his chest connected to another piece covering his flank. He also wears an almost broken PipBuck he acquired as compensation during his days as a drifter.
History: Born to Raiders, Boreal's childhood was interesting, to say the least. Although he was trained to fire a gun at a very early age, he adored learning things about the world, even if he didn't have the longest memory span. While his parents were away, he usually tried to find any remnants of knowledge he could find around the raider camp and delve into it. However, when he was about 11 years of age, his parents were killed in an attack by a rival raider group. Fortunately, Boreal managed to survive by escaping the camp. Although scarred for life, his skills allowed him to pick up odd jobs wherever he went. One day he could be watching someones house at night, and the next day he could be hunting for various critters.
However, his days as a drifter also put him in many precarious situations, situations that left him scarred, and that he never wishes to remember. Now, he finds himself intrigued by a job being offered by a Caravan, a job that can hopefully take him to a better place.
Personality: Boreal is . . . VERY reserved. He is the very definition of a doormat. He is unlikely to talk to people to make any conversation that isn't business related, and when he does rarely talk, he speaks softly and staccato, and usually gets stuck on words. He almost always tries to plan what to do inside his head, to avoid embarrassing himself. Very shy, he is always trying to hide from interaction, although he can get very enraged whenever he is pushed beyond his limit, and can get easily frustrated when people don't take a hint.
Perks: Rapid Reload: Weapons reload much faster than normal
Commando: More accuracy with larger weapons (rifles, shotguns, etc.)
Sniper: More likely to hit a target's head
Superior Defender: Deals more damage and is more resistant to damage while standing still
Traits: I hope everyone knows how these work =3 they tend to have either a harmless effect, or one that has both a positive and negative modification.
Trait #1-Gifted: Gets 1 extra SPECIAL point automatically allotted into every category, but suffers in skills he isn't specialized in.
Trait #2-None
(IF THERE IS ANYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE CHANGED, PLEASE TELL ME. SUCH AS IF MY CHARACTER GOES AGAINST CANON OF THE FIC OR ANYTHING ELSE)
Well, I really can't post much right now, I'm waiting for the plot to continue a bit. Whatever my character would do at this point would essentially be filler.
I'll try making a character sheet once I exit school.
I would gladly make a character sheet, but I haven't really read the Fallout: Equestria fanfiction. I mean, I understand the general premise and have played all of the Fallout games, but I wanted to know if you would turn me down because of my limited knowledge of the fanfiction.
Where is everyone?!
The streets are desolate and empty, a hollow husk of the old world. These piles of cars, these corpses that were strewn around the entire city, and the occasional bullet casing all told a very grim tale. The all powerful repossession agent that was mother nature gave humanity a very rude awakening. The soft pillow of industry was pulled away from us, with the firm, supportive mattress of agriculture following close behind. Chaos came next, but after that, peace, at the cost of at least a few hundred years of scientific progress. A sad tale, but not one to get caught up about. Survival and adaptation were more important than anything in this environment, and that meant focus.
It was now that I realized that throughout my period of recollection, I halted and allowed myself to be exposed. Not good. I scrambled for cover, diving behind a red automobile, it was tall enough so that my body was relatively well protected while I crouched there, at least from one direction.
What a daft move I had pulled. Risking my life just to reminisce about the past. I toyed with the idea of taking out my rifle, but that would probably have made the situation even worse. Having out such large weaponry gives me confidence, confidence that my body can do more than it really can. Such feelings cause me to not think my actions through, and to be much more aggressive, leading to me taking many more risks. Risks than can kill me. For a while now, I have really only relied on my machete, due to its reliability in combat and its capabilities as a melee weapon. Granted, this weapon only really allows me to fight from a more defensive standpoint, but I would suppose that's the advantage: to not fight unless you need to.
Soon, I stood up to survey my surroundings. It was strange, there was no real signs of zeek in the area. But, really, who am I to judge. This really helps my chances of survival, but I'm still wary, as no signs of any zed could be the result of a sweep by other armed survivor, a threat far more powerful than any zed that I have faced.
I made my way down Shuter Street, quickly and methodically moving from car to car, in order to stay protected and minimize the chances of me getting spotted by anything, or anyone. Soon, I found myself on Yonge Street, right in front of one of the biggest shopping malls in Canada: Eaton Centre. Naturally, I had to be wary, as once crowded places like this could have borne witness to a slew of different conflicts, and could even house a stronghold of (potentially) well armed survivors, or, perhaps just as terrifying, a horde of zeek waiting for their next meal. As I entered the parkade, I noticed one thing: It was really, really dark. Unfortunately, I didn't come equipped with a flashlight, so I hade to work with any sunlight radiating from either outside the parkade or from inside the mall. It was then that I realized I had no idea why I even came to this mall. Risking my life on a whim, I first wanted to just leave right then, but then I realized, I could use some new clothes.
Fortunately, I couldn't make out any zeds standing around me, but that sure didn't mean that there weren't any crouching or prone, so I kept a firm grim on my machete. Soon, using the parked cars as cover, I made my way into the mall, but then I notices something: there were two people, women, most likely, in an empty store a ways away from me.
"This might get interesting," I whispered to myself, quickly ducking behind cover once I noticed they were both armed. I took out my G36 and loaded my STANAG and chambered the round.
I edited my post, I hope it's better.
I don't think so, but then again, I'm really not sure. We have barely began, but Sora is GM, so ask him.
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