OOC: You are accepted. It is okay, you can join anytime! Do you guys have any tips on organizing the OP?
In Character: James thought about going back in and asking about the dizziness, but he was too stubborn so he marched onward. Shady Sands was in dire straights after what happened with the raider attack. Some building were reduced to rubble, a tree was on fire, and some assorted towns people were scatter all over the streets. He was getting pretty hungry so he marched over to the local diner, which looked like the attacker avoided it. When inside, he was held at gun point from a waitess. "We ain't having no more damned raiders! Back off, scum!" she snarled.
Guy kept going though the cave, it becoming brighter the further he went. Then he heard buzzing, and the sounds of little foot steps. "Bugs, great." he said, muffled under his breath. He took a crouching position, and looked around the corner of the cave wall. A few roaches, and some kind of (relatively) large flying, sorta like a mutated fly. John turned his head back, "The fuck? Nah, it's cool."
He raised himself, and turned the corner. The insects didn't seem interested in him, most were eating a small courses, likely someone who looked to this cave for shelter or to enter the the Vault. He realized that he may be able to get past them with out a fight, but though to himself that these bugs could kill some other man passing by. He better finish them.
He started running at the large fly first, raising his bat, about to make contact, annnnnnd- SQUISH, the creature came down the ground. See, easy. He though to himself. The roaches had then taken notice of him, and they started to get closer. This time, Johnny when into V.A.T.S. for this kill, he had enough action points for two hits, that should kill one of them, but he would need both hits. He choose to save his action points for the last one. He left V.A.T.S. and then held his ground, waiting for the large cockroach to attack him.
As the bug made it's a approach, John made sure to keep his stance firm. The roach got closer, with one or two behind it. As the roach was preparing to attack Guy, that is when he striked.
SWING, SQUISH.
One down, two to go. The other two were gaining on his position, about 10 feet away uphill, both near the right side of the cave.
John was in a pickle, he need to find a away to get around them. If he went to the left, then he would be able to get out but would be followed, if he though them, then imaging how annoying that bite on his leg resulting from killing only one of them before being attacked would be.
He picked the lesser of two bad tactical decisions, and when around the Rat Roaches, and ran for the exit. After making it there, the bugs where actually further away now, but still trying to get to him. He thinks that now he has area to back out with, and he's on the high ground now. He holds his ground again and waits for them to come uphill.
"Hands above your head!" shouted a man with a service rifle gun practically pressed against Mickey's head. "Minerva check him." and with that the woman let the rifle hang from over her should by a long leather strap "A very tempting offer." thought Mickey given his current situation.
The woman began to pat him down but what Mickey couldn't figure is who they were "NCR, local militia or a couple of wanderers playing sheriff?". Mickey stopped pondering when he realized the woman was closing in on his brand new gun....the one that was just recently fired whose ammo works with many common pistols.
"What's this?" the woman's voice was very flat and unsurprised showing the chinese pistol to her friend "Now I bet that gun was used on at least one person here today".
In and instant "Yeah it was...nearly shot a new hole in my back side damn safety's broken." Mickey says back with a smile hoping to break the ice and avoid an..unnecessary target practice. The man gives him a very skeptical look but before he could say anything Mickey follows up with "Ya don't believe me huh? Well then check my pants I said nearly shot my backside and I meant it there's a fresh hole look for ya self" trying to cement his story.
The woman begins laughing "He's telling the truth about the bullet hole and the burns on his backside from the barrel. What manner of fool puts a gun in his belt that aint gotta safety?"
Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, wearing a black, pre-war, leather trenchcoat. Young looking face.
Gender: Male
Personality: Cocky, Morally good, Not opposed to less than reputable tactics (stealing, hacking etc).
Age: 18
Specializations: Intelligence, Agility.
Bio: After waking up on a beach in California one day with no memory and nothing but the clothes on his back and a 9mm handgun, Quicksilver quickly made a name for himself (literally and figuatively) by discovering and exploiting his skills with blades and firearms. He managed to survive the last three years living off his skills and is now approaching the town after being nearly killed run out of the last one for something completely out of his control (the sheriffs daughter seduced him!).
"No...Not again..." whispered Wendigo in horror. He dropped the knife and looked at the remains of the caravan. The leader had gone down easily enough- Wendigo had noticed his lazy eye at the start of the trip, and hit from the side he couldn't see. The guard had put up a bit more of a fight, and it would be a while before the cuts he'd dealt would heal.
There was a muted buzzing from inside his gut, and it wasn't bloatfly. Wendigo licked his lips, tasting; the flat sweetness of a Nuka-Cola, the bland taste of cram... and something else. Something coppery and sickly sweet. As he scooped up a handful of snow to wash out the taste, Wendigo eyed the remains of the drivers.
He'd check their maps later, hoping to find a point labeled "Nanamut". For now, he had cravings to satisfy.
La Fantoma
Appearance: Tall woman who appears to be in her thirties. Wears a Chinese stealth suit with stealth drivers intact and never removes it. Hispanic features, numerous facial scars, short black hair, and nimble, thin fingers.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Pragmatic nihlist, in the style of Nietzsche wannabes. Prefers to avoid a face-to-face confrontation if possible, but is quick with a knife if she can't.
Age: 26
Specializations: Luck; Agility
A thief by inclination and occupation, La Fantoma took the name of the infamous comicbook character after leaving Addytum and the employ of the Followers after robbing a caravan in broad daylight without being immediately noticed. When the caraveneer was told who robbed him, she was forced to knife him and flee her home. She has since found her way to Reno and is now making her fortune in whatever way she can.
Still not sure if we need OP's okay? Oh well. Let's hope it doesn't die before then, I'm already rather fond of this lady.
Also, if you know what Nietzsche really taught, kudos, you already know a bit about her.
OOC: All new characters are excepted. What does this even mean?: "Still not sure if we need OP's okay? Oh well. Let's hope it doesn't die before then, I'm already rather fond of this lady."
In Character: "Woah, lady, lower that barrel of yours! I am not a raider, I just wanted to get something to eat." James said as he walked throught the diner and sat in a booth. That seemed to settle the waitress down. "I am warning ya though! Make one move with that gun of yours and pop goes your head - Now what would you like to have?" James looked at the menu... He didn't have much money, so he went for the cheap foods: "I would like some Radaroni Salad with a drink of Nukacola." He waited for his meal when suddenly a rough looking stranger hobbled into the diner. He had scars all over his face and down his neck. Yikes. The stranger noticed James and his eyes opened wide. "James?!" he asked.
The two rat roaches approached Johnny, who could feel the nice warm sun light behind him. As they gained on his position, like the others that came before them, Cool Guy attacked just as they were running at him. He lowered his bat on the closer one, smashing up their internals. Two down, one to go. And this one was pretty close. Into V.A.T.S.
Guy went quick and dirty and just smashed the rat roach on it's wings, two strikes, smash, smash. It died right there.
Finally, Johnny could escape the vault and begin his life an new in the wasteland.
As soon as he stepped out of the cave, a new radio station came on. He played it while looking at the open expanse.
Very nice music for a very harsh background of a landscape. How lovely. Guy went out in search of something to do.
Quicksilver walked through the gates of the town, and was approached by the sheriff. "Hey there, young man." ,said the sheriff, "What's your name and business in our little town?".
"My name is Quicksilver and I'm just passing through. Where's the nearest bar?"
The sheriff points to his left, "Just down that street, son." he said.
Quicksilver started down that street without saying a word to the old man.
"Time to make some money!" He muttered as he entered the bar.
The stranger sat down on the other side of the booth's table. James eyed the man as his food came. "Waitress?! My food just moved!" James yelled over as he suddenly realized who this man was. It was his brother. He hadn't seen his brother in years. He started to eat his food. "Harold, I thought you died after the attacks?!" James asked. His brother sighed and replied, "That was a long time ago. I didn't actually die. A friend of mine hauled me away after I got knocked out. He took me to his secret lab to show me what he had been working on for years. He said I needed it." After a few seconds, Harold pulled back his sleeve to reveal a robotic hand.
Appearance: Lean, athletic, with light red hair in a buzz cut. Wears military boots and trousers, a dark blue hoodie with a faded Capital Congressmen logo, and a khaki sunhat.
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet, polite, and generally gives off the feeling of wishing he were somewhere else.
Age: 25
Specializations: Perception, Agility
Bio: Just another set of hands to help, just another set of eyes to watch the wastes at night. Zechariah had never been one for standing out, though fate had done the job for him. Everyone knew he hadn't been born in town, even though most were just a mewling babes themselves when his father brought him here. An outsider he was and an outsider he would remain for the rest of his days. But he had a roof over his head and work that put food on the table (so to speak), and so he couldn't really complain. But every so often he would look at the strange picture on the front of his favorite piece of clothing, the one item he had left from his absent father, and wonder to himself while sitting alone gazing at the wastes: who were the Capital Congressmen?
OOC: Accepted. I will wait a bit before I post my next post. I am busy right now!
Guys, what should the leveling system be for? I really didn't think that through. Perks, like in fallout? (Although those are usually stat related so...) Nothing? Letting you choose another specialization? I need ideas.
ooc: the pick another specialization doesnt really work considering how few there are, never really considered what would happen when you level? You could always do some kind of freebie thing were leveling gets you something like a weapon or armor then you just write in finding it. Make a list of stuff for each level and someone takes one when they level.
Mickey looks around at the rest of the small town while being led by the woman while the man stays behind him rifle pressed to his back. "Just keep following me and don't do anything stupid." says the woman "Would make our job a lot easier though." responds the man behinds Mickey. While "assessing" the woman Mickey calmly replies "No worries I can follow you all day, though a name would go great with you". An hours walk north of the town Mickey sees a small encampment with a flag two headed bear "NCR really? Don't you have anything better ta do than accuse me of killing an entire town with a pee shooter?" Mickey says dryly. The woman turns back "Don't worry wanderer we're not arresting you for murder, hell we would have just shot you and been done with it. You're being brought in under suspicion of looting." she ends it with a smile. "Well at least I'm gonna get a cot and food." replies Mikey in a sigh.
Hmm this one seems more active than the other Falloutverse RP... maybe I'll jump in, if you don't mind me playing a set of twin twelve year-olds.
Not ready to post my characters yet though. It looks like there are more people in the California/Mojave area than any other, and nobody in the Capital Wasteland. Considering an RP is more interesting when you interact with other player characters... I need to ponder the changes I need to make for my twins to make sense somewhere else. (Also as above I want to know if you're open to the idea of them anyway)
If I may say so, I think the exp/leveling system is kinda unnecessary. I suppose though what you could do with it is use it for skill progression. Get players to choose 2-3 skill specialties and every couple of levels or so let them add another one, or "rank up" a current one. This could be used to resolve conflicts between players if their characters get in a fight and they can't agree on an outcome.
OOC: I removed the XP system. It was just a lot of unnessecary busy work for me. Any more comments or suggestions? I want to make this the best RP I can possibly make it. By the way, how do you make those spoiler boxes? That could really help clean up the OP.
"A cybernetic hand? Woah, how does it feel?" James asked as he was finishing up his Radaroni Salad. Harold sighed and answered, "Oh, fine I guess. To be honest, I don't feel anything up here. I got it is as a favor for my friend. He had to have a test subject, and considering I was badly injured anyway, he got me this one." After a while of small talk and eating, Harold and James Kilson left the diner, leaving a tip of 1 cent because the waitress tried to kill him. "What say we head out of town for a bit?" Harold asked. "Sure, let's go find an adventure, brother." James answered.
[spoiler:OOC]Here's a link to a post that explains all the markup: click me [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/18.198114-Escapist-User-Guide-to-Posting-Commands].
So um... about my twins...I should have a bio ready later today.
Edit: And, here it is...adapted from one of the other RPs I used them in. I also had a start on a fairly long first post but then I realized I forgot one little detail from how I'm supposed to start... gonna have to rewrite a bit...
Name: Sasha and Aisha Age: 12 Race: Caucasian Gender: Female Height: 4'5" Special Note:
-Feline eyes: Sasha and Aisha were born with mutated eyes similar to a cat's, giving them exceptional night vision.
Specializations: Perception, Luck
Visual Description: Being so young, she has a thin, small physique, with fair skin. Her cat-like eyes are her most noticeable attribute, with her rosewood hair a close second.
Pic at: http://webbstuff.net/evilneko/Sasha-for-escapist-RP.jpg
Personality: Sasha is the elder (if only by minutes) twin and her mother never let her forget it, always foisting responsibility on the girl. As a result Sasha is much more mentally mature than Aisha. This helps when interacting with adults, though her repressed feelings certainly isn't healthy. She will generally only let herself be a kid when she feels she and her sister are alone and safe. She is extremely protective of Aisha, and prone to vicious acts of violence when her sister is threatened.
Despite her background, Aisha can still manage a cheerful personality. She's the morale raiser in the Black Cats duo. Even though she's cheerful, she knows when to get serious which has earned her the reputation of being a 'kitten of death.' She has a small weakness for Mole Rats, and will often go out of her way to try and domesticate one. It usually ends up with Sasha having to put down the 'poor thing'.
History:
Sasha and her twin were both born a little different from others. Their mother was exposed to a high amount of radiation during a desperate swimg across a river to escape pursuing slavers. While the mother was relatively unaffected, the unborn girls' DNA wasn't. The resulting mutation gave them eyes similar to a cat. While most thought of the girls as freaks and teased them for it, it was actually a beneficial mutation, giving them superior night vision.
The twins grew up not knowing their father, who had been killed by the harsh Wastes long before they were able to remember him. Growing up with only their mother, Aisha and Sasha lived in relative safety for nine years. During those nine years, they were taught how to shoot, how to avoid threats when possible, and how to survive the other harsh realities of the Wastes.
It wasn't long after their ninth birthday that their mother disappeared and the girls were left on their own. They waited for days for their mother to return. On the fifth day, Sasha finally took charge, taking up the laser rifle her mother had taken off a mercenary years ago and leading her sister out to scavenge. Having only each other to rely on, they learned quickly to coordinate their moves to confuse and defeat their enemies. They knew that they had to fight to survive and Sasha had a talent for tactics and surgical strikes with her deadly-precise laser rifle.
After looting a caravan, the two girls realized how profitable raiding and scavanging could be and from then on made a habit of attacking any merchants and raiders that came close to the small warehouse they'd claimed as a home. Over three years, they earned the nickname 'the Black Cats' for their night attacks and the shine of their green, feline eyes as they moved in for the kill. Soon the merchants tended to avoid going near the warehouse, afraid of picking up bad luck. This didn't stop them from getting supplies however, as many slavers and raiders were always itching to get the twins for themselves.
They always kept a stockpile of supplies at their home in case of breakage or loss. Multiple booby traps surrounded their home, deterring anyone trying to get to the girls. Mines, beartraps, and even pitfalls awaited any unsuspecting person trying to get to them. Using the ladder to the roof often, they took turns looking out for possible hits and incoming raiders.
Here's a bit of flavor I wrote up for the twins (though it's set in the Capital Wasteland, for this RP they'll be in California): http://webbstuff.net/pyroblog/?page_id=492
Sasha lay motionless on the roof of her warehouse home, a pair of binoculars held to her face. A group of raiders was milling about fairly close to the warehouse. She had counted seven. It wasn't the largest group to threaten the warehouse, but something about them made Sasha's skin crawl. Earlier, one had been wounded by one of the many booby traps Sasha and her sister had set. Rather than fall upon him like a pack of ravenous wolves, they had carefully approached, and kept watch while one of their number freed their comerade.
Maybe they weren't raiders at all. They looked like raiders, but they didn't act anything like raiders. That bothered Sasha. Soon, the sun would rise behind them, putting the twins at a disadvantage that might be fatal if the raiders decided to attack.
With time running out, Sasha made her decision. She shuffled over to the roof hatch and climbed down. Her sister was already up, clutching a teddy bear and looking at Sasha with a worried expression. Sasha envied her sister's innocence, something she herself could no longer afford. She would do anything to protect it.
"Something wrong?" Aisha asked.
"Bad guys. I think." Sasha answered. "Get your gun and get up on the roof. Don't forget your sunglasses."
Sasha didn't have to tell Aisha the rest of the plan. They had done it before multiple times. One girl would hide on the roof, the other would circle around to attack from the opposite side. In the confusion, enemies would often stumble right into the booby traps the girls had laid out. It was usually an effective tactic, and the panicked survivors tended to flee.
This day was different. Before Sasha was in position, the sun peeked over the horizon, and the men began a cautious approach to the warehouse. Aisha opened fire early, before the men were fully into the trap field. Even so, one of the men was blown apart when he had the misfortune of diving for cover only to have a landmine explode beneath him. Sasha kept her cool, and shot another in the back, and he went down, a smoking hole in the back of his leather jacket. Sasha quickly pulled the pin from a grenade, and flung it towards the men, then ducked behind a boulder. Perhaps these guys wouldn't be so tough after all.
Sasha's thoughts of victory were short-lived. She put her head up just in time to see the man she shot moments ago get back up, and a grenade flying toward her. She ducked again, the grenade exploding just short of her rock. Temporarily defeaned by the blast, she peeked out and shot the same man again. She didn't notice the man with the rocket launcher pointed at the warehouse until it was too late. Aisha had, but despite riddling him with bullets, he managed to fire the rocket.
The rocket exploded against the warehouse wall, just below where Aisha should have been. Now there was a jagged hole, and no sign of Aisha. Sasha stared in shock for a moment. A shot whizzing by her snapped her back to reality, and she let out a feral cry of rage, charging the men and firing rapidly. One man went down with three laser burns in his chest, the rest scattered as she tossed another grenade.
Before the remaining three could recover, she was upon them. The first looked up to find the business end of Sasha's laser rifle in his face. The brilliant red light was the last thing he ever saw. The second reacted quickly, firing a pistol at Sasha. The round hit the girl's laser rifle, and she tossed it aside and leapt at him with a knife. Blood spurted from the wound as the knife sank into the man's neck. Sasha yanked it out and turned, then froze as a bullet singed her hair.
"Don't move," the last man gruffly ordered. "Drop it."
Sasha stood still a moment, still clutching the knife. She lifted her head to look her opponent in the eyes.
"I said drop it! You wanna die?!" He yelled.
Just then, there was a burst of automatic gunfire. The last man's eyes went wide, and he crumpled to the ground. Movement caught Sasha's eye, and she saw Aisha lying on the ground next to the warehouse. Soon, she was at her sister's side, hugging her.
"I was so worried!"
"I saw the rocket and I um.. jumped off. I think I broke something..."
Aisha had broken her leg. Sasha was no stranger to broken limbs, and soon had the bone set and a super stimpack strapped to Aisha's leg. The damage to the warehouse however, was not something Sasha could fix. The blast had torn a hole in the wall, and set off several explosives inside. Almost nothing was salvageable. Sasha handed a teddy bear to Aisha.
"We can't stay, we've gotta find a new home," Sasha sighed.
Aisha nodded, clutching the teddy.
With Sasha helping Aisha to walk, the pair limped away from their wrecked home. Sasha tried to keep her expression blank. With only a couple of knives, an assault rifle and some ammo, and a teddy bear between them, things were looking grim.
Two days later, thirsty and out of ammo, they laid eyes on a town.
Quicksilver walked out of the bar at 8 AM the next morning having made himself 600 caps and a brand-new .44 magnum revolver. He walked back to the outside of the town to sit down and think for a few hours. As he sat down and lit his cigarette he heard something from in the distance. He turned around and noticed a Deathclaw swiftly approaching the town. He shouted to the NCR guards and pulled out his new revolver. The deathclaw quickly swung for him but he dived and rolled just in time and fired all 6 bullets into the deathclaws left leg. The deathclaw fell to the ground and started thrashing about trying to get up again to defend itself. Quicksilver looked over the terrifying abomination of the waste while reloading and shot it right between its horn without blinking. As he walked back into Shady Sands past the NCR troopers he said to them, "Nice job you guys did back there." and walked on without looking at them even for a second.
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