Fallout: A New World

1) Absolutely NO trolling within this thread.
2) Keep all OOC chatter to a minimum. Only use OOC notes if accompanied by an IC post.
3) No godmodding.
4) The GM is the ultimate authority in this RPG. The GM has the final say in everything.
5) ALL CHARACTER SHEETS MUST BE SENT TO AN APPOINTED GM VIA PM OR FACEBOOK MESSENGER FOR APPROVAL.


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Name:


Age:


Sex:


Race:


Occupation:


Height:


Appearance:


Weapons:


Equipment:


Description of Abilities:


Personality:


Biography:


SPECIAL:



S - Strength (Melee Strength, Carrying Capacity, etc.)

P - Perception (Enemy Detection, Lockpicking, etc.)

E - Endurance (Health, Stamina, etc.)

C - Charisma (Speechcraft, Bartering, etc.)

I - Intelligence (Hacking, XP Rate, etc.)

A - Agility (Accuracy, Speed, etc.)

L - Luck (Affects Everything)



Character levels:

Lv1 – Rookie (8 SPECIAL points)

Lv2 – Rookie (10 SPECIAL points)

Lv3 – Rookie (12 SPECIAL points)

Lv4 – Scavenger (14 SPECIAL points)

Lv5 – Scavenger (16 SPECIAL points)

Lv6 – Survivor (26 SPECIAL points)

Lv7 – Survivor (28 SPECIAL points)

Lv8 – Survivor (30 SPECIAL points)

Lv9 – Hero of the Wastes (40 SPECIAL points)

Lv10 – Legend of the Wastes (50 SPECIAL points)


SPECIAL Levels

1-2 - Novice

3-4 - Intermediate

5-6 - Advanced

7-8 - Gifted

9-10 - Superhuman


SPECIAL Limitations

Stats cannot be increased to 3 or 4 until character is lvl 3

Stats cannot be increased to 5 or 6 until character is lvl 5

Stats cannot be increased to 7 or 8 until character is lvl 7

Stats cannot be increased to 9 or 10 until character is lvl 9



Skills are unlocked as you progress through your SPECIAL stats. Each SPECIAL level presents a choice between two skills. Choosing one or the other is a permanent decision, so choose wisely!

STRENGTH SKILLS

S1 - Iron Fist (greater unarmed damage) or Heave, Ho! (throw objects farther)
S2 - Big Leagues (greater melee weapon damage) or Stonewall (greater damage threshold against melee weapon damage)
S3 - Armorer (able to craft armor modifications) or Strong Back (significantly increased carry weight)
S4 - Blacksmith (able to craft melee weapon modifications) or Super Slam! (all unarmed and melee attacks have a chance of knocking down the enemy)
S5 - Heavy Gunner (more accurate with heavy weaponry) or Unstoppable Force (more likely to break an enemy's guard with melee and unarmed attacks)
S6 - Stronger Back (even more carrying capacity) or Combat Training (more likely to succeed in close quarter combat)
S7 - Steady Aim (increased hip-fire accuracy) or Strike True (increased accuracy with thrown objects)
S8 - Basher (high chance to instant KO with gun bashing) or Huge Upset (moderate chance for instant KO on first unarmed strike)
S9 - Rooted (standing still grants damage resistance and increased melee damage) or Shock Absorbent (all small arms have virtually no recoil for you, increasing accuracy)
S10 - Pain Train (running at enemies while wearing power armor kills them instantly) or Lethal Weapon (all unarmed attacks have a chance of an instant kill)

PERCEPTION SKILLS

P1 - Pickpocket (able to steal from someone pockets, may or may not be effective) or Friend of the Night (your eyes adapt quickly to darkness)
P2 - Rifleman (non-automatic rifles do more damage) or Tracker (able to spot and follow tracks)
P3 - Awareness (knowledge of enemy weakpoints) or No Man's Prey (able to disarm traps)
P4 - Locksmith (able to pick locks so long as a bobby pin is in your inventory, may or may not be effective) or Finesse (higher chance to do critical damage with any attack)
P5 - Demolition Expert (can use explosives without worry of self-harm) or Trapper (can lay traps)
P6 - Night Person (+2 INT and +2 PE at night, does not grant extra skills) or Day Person (+2 EN and +2 PE at night, does not grant extra skills)
P7 - Refractor (if wearing metal or glasses, high chance to reflect energy damage) or Explorer (automatically grants pair of binoculars)
P8 - Sniper (chance of headshot is much higher) or Concentrated Fire (chance of landing a shot increases with each consecutive shot fired at the same body part)
P9 - Penetrator (can cause half damage if shooting enemy through cover) or Infiltrator (can pick broken locks, requires lockpicking skill)
P10 - Master Thief (able to pick equipped items from other characters, requires Pickpocket skill) or Master Scavenger (able to detect all loot within the area)

ENDURANCE SKILLS

E1 - Toughness (more damage resistance) or No Pain, No Gain (lower health translates to higher melee damage)
E2 - Lead Belly (no longer take radiation from food or water) or Old World Gourmet (eating food from before the war grants higher XP rate)
E3 - Lifegiver (substantial health increase) or Atomic! (while in irradiated areas, move faster and hit harder)
E4 - Chem Resistant (unable to become addicted to chems) or Burden to Bear (increased carry weight)
E5 - Aquaboy/Aquagirl (can hold breath much longer underwater) or Play Dead (can hold breath much longer on land)
E6 - Rad Resistant (only receive half as much radiation) or Fire Resistant (only receive half as much fire damage)
E7 - Adamantium Skeleton (unable to have crippled limbs) or Man of Iron (half as likely to have your skin pierced by weapons)
E8 - Cannibal (able to eat the flesh of humans without getting sick) or Irradiated Beauty (sleeping in a bed removes your radiation)
E9 - Ghoulish (at the cost of your good looks, you become immune to radiation) or You Got A Set Of Lungs On You (more stamina)
E10 - Solar Powered (health regenerates while in the sunlight) or Neptune's Favor (drinking water instantly heals all wounds)

CHARISMA SKILLS

C1 - Cap Collector (able to demand more money for quests successfully, if reasonable) or Confirmed Bachelor/Cherchez la Femme (do more damage to the same sex)
C2 - Lady Killer/Black Widow (do more damage to the opposite sex) or Ferocious Loyalty (while injured, companions do more damage)
C3 - Lone Wanderer (take less damage when traveling alone) or Terrifying Presence (attempts at intimidation can cause enemies to flee)
C4 - Attack Dog (any dog companions do twice as much damage) or Mutant's Ally (any non-animal and non-human companions have more damage resistance)
C5 - Animal Friend (able to halt combat with wild animals, chance to enlist them as companions) or Valued Customer (all goods from friendly traders are half-priced)
C6 - Local Leader (can create and lead a settlement) or Never Settle Down (twice as persuasive as long as you have no set home)
C7 - Party Boy/Party Girl (unable to become addicted to alcohol) or Spray and Pray (unable to unintentionally harm companions)
C8 - Inspirational (companions have more carry weight and do more damage) or Merchant (able to sell items for twice as much as before)
C9 - Wasteland Whisperer (able to halt combat with mutants, chance to enlist them as companions) or Evil Presence (intimidation works a majority of the time outside of combat)
C10 - Intimidation (able to halt combat with humans, chance to enlist them as companions) or Perfect Liar (your lies will always be seen as the truth)

INTELLIGENCE SKILLS

I1 - VANS (Know the path to your current goal at all times) or Swift Learner (higher XP rate)
I2 - Medic (medical items are more effective) or Educated (you are allowed to obtain both skills for one SPECIAL level of your choice)
I3 - Gun Nut (able to craft gun modifications) or Entomologist (do twice as much damage to mutated bugs)
I4 - Hacker (able to hack terminals, may or may not be effective) or Retention (buffs from books last twice as many turns)
I5 - Scrapper (can receive base components when scrapping weapons and armor) or Scavver (find twice as many base components in containers)
I6 - Science (can craft energy weapon modifications) or Math Wrath (reduces amount of stamina used in all actions)
I7 - Chemist (can craft chems) or Brewer (can craft alcohol)
I8 - Robotics Expert (can hack robots) or Jury Rigging (can temporarily repair broken weapons)
I9 - Nuclear Physicist (power cores last twice as long) or Computer Whiz (can hack locked terminals, requires Hacker skill)
I10 - Nerd Rage! (dropping to low health triggers a state that drives your strength and endurance to superhuman levels momentarily) or Mad Scientist (in the right setting, you can create creatures to fight alongside you)

AGILITY SKILLS

A1 - Gunslinger (pistols do more damage) or Rapid Reload (reload weapons faster)
A2 - Commando (automatic rifles do more damage) or Run-n’-Gun (shooting while running is twice as accurate)
A3 - Sneak (much harder to detect when sneaking) or The Professional (sneak attacks with guns do much more damage)
A4 - Mister Sandman (can kill sleeping enemies undetected) or Fast Metabolism (Stimpaks heal twice as fast)
A5 - Action Boy/Action Girl (stamina recovers much more quickly) or Silent Running (how fast you're moving no longer affects whether or not you're detected)
A6 - Moving Target (much harder to hit while moving) or Light Step (won't trigger floor-based traps)
A7 - Ninja (all sneak attacks do three times the damage as before) or Slayer (all melee and unarmed attacks are much faster)
A8 - Quick Hands (switching weapons and drawing a weapon is much faster) or Steady Hands (aim is much more accurate, and medical items are more effective)
A9 - Blitz (move twice as fast while in combat) or Marathon Runner (have twice as much stamina outside of combat)
A10 - Gun Fu (do more damage with each consecutive shot aimed at different targets) or Special Agent (completely unable to be heard while sneaking)

LUCK SKILLS

L1 - Fortune Finder (find more caps in containers) or Rad Child (recover a fraction of your health for every amount of radiation taken)
L2 - Scrounger (find more ammo in containers) or Tag! (earn one extra skill from an already-earned SPECIAL stat)
L3 - Bloody Mess (do a bit more damage with every weapon, with a chance of your enemies exploding in a gory mess) or Clean Kill (become a bit more accurate with every weapon, with a chance of your enemies remaining totally intact)
L4 - Mysterious Stranger (in times of strife, a mysterious stranger will appear and kill one of your enemies instantly) or Junk Rounds (can craft ammo from scrap metal)
L5 - Idiot Savant (small chance of gaining XP for any action, higher chance corresponds with lower INT) or Pity The Weak (small chance of gaining XP for any action, higher chance corresponds with lower STR)
L6 - Better Criticals (critical hits instantly maim enemies) or Superior Criticals (much more likely to earn a critical hit)
L7 - Critical Banker (able to save a critical hit for later use) or Eye For An Eye (do more damage the less health you have)
L8 - Grim Reaper's Sprint (any kill has a chance of completely restoring your stamina) or With Friends Like These (small chance friendlies will arrive to aid you in combat)
L9 - Four Leaf Clover (any hit has a chance of making the next a critical hit) or To Skin A Black Cat (enemies can no longer obtain critical hits)
L10 - Ricochet (chance that an enemy's bullet will ricochet and instantly kill them) or Luck Be A Lady (chance that an enemy's melee hit will do no damage to you, and cripple the limbs used to strike you with)


Critical Hits are random, decided by skills and of the course the GM. They are hits that, at base, do double the damage than normal.


The amount of weight you can carry before becoming overencumbered. Everyone's base CC is 100 lb. Skills can increase this. Weight of the objects you carry are decided by your GM. Overencumberance makes you move much slower and it makes it much more difficult to conduct combat.


Each character has a health and stamina bar, maintained by the GM. All health and stamina bars start at 100 points. Damage lowers your health, while radiation lowers your potential health at the discretion of the GM. Actions lower your stamina at the discretion of the GM. Armor can shield your health from depleting depending on the type of armor worn and the type of damage sustained, also decided by the GM.


Until a way of implementing it in RP can be discovered, VATS will not exist in this story.


As before, any and all character sheets must be approved by a GM before being posted to the thread. CS's can be declined because of overpowered weaponry, armor, or equipment, so try to keep your starting inventory moderate. Loot will come soon enough.

With that out of the way, I hope you all enjoy this game I've made! Thanks to Edward and the others who created Trials, which gave this game its framework.

~Character Sheet Template~



Name: Karly Winfry

Age:22

Sex:Female

Race: Caucasian/Human

Occupation: Odd jobs in Diamond City

Height:5’5”

Appearance:pic

Weapons: old and used machete with duct tape holding the handle together.

Equipment: Backpack with- small basic tool set, pad of paper & writing utensils, random stuff she’s picked up- string, a few oddly sized nuts and bolts.
An old green jumpsuit that looks to be styled after a vault suit, usually with the arms tied around her waist with a bright neon or pastel “girly” top. Old beaten up combat boots.

Description of Abilities: Inquisitive and good with her hands, Karly can fix many different things. She’s good with people.

Personality: A generally happy go lucky and optimistic person, Karly is the kind of person that genuinely wants to help others. Occasionally awkward, Karly gets along with most people. Her desire to make others smile covers up a lot of hurt on the inside.

Biography: Born in Diamond City, Karly grew up with two loving parents and an older brother. Their parents died from radiation related illnesses when the two were young(6 and 12), and Karly’s brother, Kameron raised her from there. It was a hard life for both of them, but they made it. Then one day, in an effort to provide a better life for Karly, Kameron fell in with some not so great people. They ended up getting him killed pretty quickly and Karly was left mostly alone (12 and 18). There was one friend of her brothers that checked in on her fairly often, Cygnus Canes, but he wasn’t in the city all the time. Karly managed to avoid all the potential pitfalls of growing up mostly alone, though. Now she is waiting for the next adventure to come around.

SPECIAL:
S-

P-1
Pickpocket
E-1
Toughness
C-2
Cap Collector
Ferocious Loyalty
I-2
VANS/Swift Learner
Educated (I1)
A-

L-2
Fortune Finder/Rad Child
Tag! (L1)


Health, Stamina, and Carry Weight (determined by GM)

Health - 100 (Base) = 100 HP
Stamina - 100 (Base) = 100 AP
Carry Weight - 100 lb. (Base) = 100 lb. CP

Current Stats

HP - 100/100
AP - 100/100
CP - 93.4/100 (-1 Machete, -1 Tool Set, -1 Backpack, -.5 Pad of Paper, -.5 Writing Utensils, -.1 String, -.5 Nuts and Bolts, -3 Green Jumpsuit)

Name: Cygnus Canes

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Race: White

Occupation: Hunter

Height: 5 foot 9 inches

Appearance: picture

Weapons: Bowie Knife, Bolt Action Hunting Rifle, revolver

Equipment: one stim pack, leather trench coat that comes down to his mid shin, leather boots.

Description of Abilities: Cygnus is a skilled hunter and good shot with a gun as a result of many years of hunting .

Personality: generally friendly and happy while also at times wry and sardonic

Biography: Cygnus was born in Diamond City to Lyra and Corvus Canes. His parents were both hunters so they would leave Diamond City all the time for long hunting trips to get meat to sell to the butchers and skins to sell to the local tanner to make into leather. His father Corvus taught him how to shoot while his mother Lyra taught him how to track animals. One day when he was 14 Cygnus and his parents were out hunting when they were attacked by a albino deathclaw with a broken left horn. His father was killed and his mother was left blind with two broken legs before it ran off with Cygnus’ knife stuck in it's right eye. After burying his father Cygnus had to go on frequent one day long hunting trips so he could care for his mother while she recovered and still be able to afford food until she was able to walk again and insisted he go on longer trips to get more to sell. He would sometimes take his friend Kameron Winfry with him so he could try to make some more money to help feed him and his sister but he was a terrible shot and no amount of practice was changing that so he gave up on hunting trips in favor of odd jobs around the city. When Cygnus was 20 his friend got involved with the wrong crowd in hopes of getting more money to better provide for his sister and they quickly got him killed. Cygnus insisted his late friends sister Karley stay in his place with his mother so she would have a roof over her head and something to eat till she was old enough and could afford to be on her own. Having her there with his mother also made him more at ease about being out on the longer day hunting trips cause his mother wasn't alone but he still kept it down to being gone three days a week.


SPECIAL:

S: 1

Iron Fist

P: 2

Rifleman, Tracking, Friend of the Night

E: 1

No Pain No Gain

C: 1

Cap Collector

I: 2

Swift Learner, Educated

A: 1

Rapid Reload

L:


Health, Stamina, and Carry Weight (determined by GM)

Health - 100 (Base) = 100 HP

Stamina - 100 (Base) = 100 AP

Carry Weight - 100 lb. (Base) = 100 lb. CP


Current Stats

HP - 100/100

AP - 100/100

CP - 81.75/100 (Bowie Knife -1, Hunting Rifle -8, Revolver -1, Stimpak -.25, Trench Coat -5, Boots -3)

New Haven, The Commonwealth

Matthew awoke to the smell of cooking meat, the savoury aroma pouring through the cracked glass of his nearby window. Sitting up in his bed, Matt stretched outward, relaxing the tense muscles in his neck, arms, and back; the mattress he slept upon was likely the most comfortable in all of New Haven, but that was not exactly a high bar to leap over.
His drowsy eyes quickly took in the details of his surroundings. The royal green wallpaper that once covered the walls of this lovely abode was largely peeled away, the missing spots painted over with the best green paint that they could find. Hanging on the walls were various posters that Matthew had come across over the years.
One was a poster of Grognak the Barbarian, the fictional hero leaping high into the air with his famous axe, falling towards an angry dragon with the intent of slaying the beast. Matthew, for the first time, was drawn to wonder what if there were Deathclaws out there that could breathe fire like some of the ants in the Capital Wasteland. The thought made him shiver. Regular Deathclaws were bad enough; no need to make them worse by throwing fire into the mix.
Another poster was of a Nuka Cola girl, wearing the trademark, tight white dress with the Nuka Cola logo. She was holding a glowing blue bottle of Nuka Cola, the ultra-popular Nuka Cola Quantum. Matthew used to love the stuff when he found it, even if it made his urine glow a few hours later. Regardless, he was happy he found one of the very few posters advertising Quantum, as most from before the war only brandished the standard Nuka Cola, which Matt did not enjoy nearly as much.
The other posters did not grab his attention as much this morning, and so he rubbed his eyes before standing from his bed and walking to the dresser on the opposite side of his room. Sitting atop the dresser was his gunbelt and revolver, the former of which he strapped onto his waist, with the latter then slid into the holster. Digging into the drawers of the dresser, he withdrew his duster, which he then slid on and buttoned closed; there was a chill in the air today.

Stepping outside into the sunlight, Matthew warmed up a bit as he finally saw what had awoken him. The local restaurant of New Haven, The Chomp Shop, was cooking a leg of Brahmin on a makeshift rotisserie outside of their shop, using it as advertisement, as the owner, Duncan, often did. The smell was absolutely decadent; Matt would have to reserve himself the first bite of that Rotisserie Beef.
The sun was not quite so high in the sky, so it was obviously not even noon yet. But the town seemed to be busier than usual. It took a quick walk around for Matthew to realize why; a trader from Diamond City had come in this morning. A gun merchant, if Matt had heard correctly. He would have liked to have approved the arrival himself, but his second-in-command, Alexas, had neglected to inform him. He was sure that she simply didn't want to wake him so early, but going over his head was more infuriating than a little less sleep.
Regardless, the guns were welcome here. Especially with the problems that had been coming from down south.

Diamond City, The Commonwealth

More meat. Polly hated this job. Sure, it brought in the caps, but chopping up meat and selling it was one of the most boring existences she could have ever thought of. She wished her poetry, or even her dancing would give her enough caps to live off of, but people here were barely able to read, let alone willing to pay for art of any sort. Food, though, people loved food. Even the ghouls in the city wouldn't turn down a good Brahmin steak.
Thankfully for Polly, all she had to do was chop the meat up, leaving her plenty of time to herself. It was a blessing that she had started this business with a partner of sorts. Cygnus Canes, a hunter born and raised in the bright, green jewel of the Commonwealth. He would bring in the meat, she would sell it. It was a good deal, especially since Polly wasn't one for killing, even with the utter lack of satisfaction in her life making her appear to be “an asshole” as one former customer said last week. Probably a synth, for all Polly knew.
Far as she knew, Cygnus was home enjoying some time with his friend, Karly, and his mother before having to go on another hunting trip. Part of Polly felt that he took so long on these trips not because it was hard to find something edible, but because he was looking for something else entirely. Whether it was edible or not, Polly didn't know. But so long as it didn't get him killed, Polly wasn't worried about it. Not with all this meat to chop.

TAG: darthvoxyn



“You know,” Lyra said, not bothering to look where her blade was chopping as she began to dice a tato, “that synth who got in good with the mayor, Nick, I think it said, is setting up in town. I'm sure it would pay for some help with whatever it's doing, and that's a straight shot to the mayor's pockets.” She was speaking to Karly, her son's friend who was living with them. Karly was a sweet girl, and Lyra couldn't stand to see good people suffer; she'd seen enough of that already. What Karly needed was a steady job, and a newcomer in town, synth or not, was a good place to look for one.
Not waiting for an answer, Lyra scooped up the diced tato and dropped it into the nearby pot, adding in some much needed vegetables (or was it a fruit? Lyra was never sure) to this venison stew. She was glad that Cygnus saved the best cuts of meat for her, though she dreaded every time he had to leave to hunt some more. It reminded her of his father, and of his father's death at the hands of a monstrous beast. If Cygnus kept going out there, Lyra feared that he would suffer the same fate.

Shaking away the bad thoughts, she took in a deep whiff of the stew as she stirred in the tato, the smell being positively amazing. Cygnus had left to pick something up from the market a few minutes before, likely something to help with his “expedition” tomorrow. Hopefully he'd be back before the stew got cold.

TAGS: cliojayne , darthvoxyn




“Put your back into it before I put a bullet in it!” Reaver shouted, his grip on the combat shotgun in his hands tightening.
“Into my back or into the steel?” the slave, a young girl, inquired, not stopping as she continued to shovel the scrap into the furnace. Reaver growled, wanting to slam the butt of his gun into the back of her skull. But Lord Ashur told him to pull back on all of the killing, or else they'd run out of “workers” within a month. Didn't matter to Reaver much, since they were losing plenty still to the Trog Disease. What did it matter if a few died before they could become horrible monsters?
But this girl was young, and her skin was still largely intact, so it would be a while yet before her usefulness would be run out. He'd let the smart comment slide, for now.
Snarling, he replied, “Don't slow down, or else.”
“You got it,” the girl answered, exasperated.

Reaver took a few steps over, towards one of the slaves who was using a grinder to cut down some old steel beams and barrels into scrap that could be melted down. He didn't get too close, since a slave with an auto axe could be dangerous if said slave had decided today was as good as any other day to die.
Unlike the last slave, Reaver knew this one's name.
“Trenton! You working hard?” he laughed.

TAG: trentongordon

Ic: Karly
Location: Diamond City, The Commonwealth

Karly breathed deeply, inhaling the familiar and comforting scent of Lyra’s cooking. Lyra and Cygnus had always been so good to her, ever since her brother had… passed. The short young woman knew that Cygnus felt like he had to take care of her as his friends little sister, but that didn’t make her appreciate it any less. There were many in the Commonwealth who would have let her starve, friends sister or not.
Cygnus, and his mother Lyra, hadn’t even hesitated to bring the tiny brown haired brat she had been.
Carefully avoiding looking at Lyra’s haphazard chopping- that was a battle she and Cygnus had tried to win for years with no progress, Lyra would chop how she wanted- Karly kissed the older woman on the cheek. “Thanks for the heads up Lyra, that sounds like it could be really interesting. I’ll go check it out.” Karly grabbed a blue silk jacket with a flower print on her way out of the door. It had been her mother's once upon a time and now it was hers.
Diamond City was the same as always. Dirty, dreary, and depressing. It was home, though. It always had been, but Karly was sure it wouldn’t be forever.
Karly zoned out as she traveled through the town, following the “baselines”. Apparently Diamond City had once been home to a game called “baseball”. Lyra had tried to explain the basics to her when she had been younger, but Karly had just never been able to pick her way through understanding it. She turned into the alley north of the marketplace. If she remembered correctly that’s where the synth had set up shop.
She entered the building and looked around a largish room that had a desk and a doorway to another room. Knocking on the doorway she called out softly, “Hello? Anyone here?” Hopefully the synth was in.

Tag: Darth Kain

The cruel Reaver, while always open to maiming those that defied him, was not one to go against Lord Ashur's will; nor was he the kind of guy willing to ask Ashur if he could maim more people. That was a good way of getting maimed yourself.
Reaver snorted, “Save the advice for someone who gives a shit. Now get your ass to your quarters, before I hear someone volunteered you for collecting the trash.”
The trash, also known as steel ingots lying around the steelyard, were to be collected so often and brought to the raiders. Only problem was that the area of the steelyard that these workers would be sent to was infested with Trogs. Horrifying monsters, a result of the radiation and contamination of the Pitt. And with no weapons allowed for the workers, collecting the trash was little more than suicide.
“Now go on,” Reaver ordered. “Get moving!”

TAG: trentongordon



The old synth prototype would turn towards the sound of the noise invading his place. The front door, someone was knocking. His auditory receptors quickly determined that the voice belonged to a young woman. I'm not even set up yet and I'm already getting cases, he thought to himself.
Lying around his office were various boxes filled with his belongings, some sitting on the desk he had moved in here and the rest scattered around the floor.
He was really going to need some help if he was going to unpack all of this….

Not so brash as to wave off a potential client, especially when it could be someone in desperate need of his help, Nick called out, “Don't have a lock on the door yet, so come on in.” He of course was aware of the general anti-synth sentiment in Diamond City, after that incident years ago where a synth disguised as a man went crazy and killed a few people. In case it was some loon looking to attack him, he would have his 10mm pistol in his right hand, his metallic fingers gripping onto it tightly.

TAG: cliojayne



The aged Hispanic man turned his gaze towards the young man approaching him. He recognized Cygnus, and as such, gave a warm smile. Canes was a good customer, never once asking him stupid questions or taking his sweet time deciding what he wanted. Unlike some people, who would come by and get annoyed when Julio would explain that they couldn't just load scrap metal into a gun and use it as ammo.
“Hey Julio,” Cygnus said, “I need some more ammo for my revolver and rifle, you still have some ammo in stock?”
“Yeah, man,” Julio replied. “Usual .44 and .308’s? How many you want of each?”

TAG: darthvoxyn


Malachi Barnes would find himself leaning against one of the sheet metal walls in the Diamond City Market, his eyes warily searching around for any potential clients. It had not been long since he had arrived here, but he had already earned a bit of a reputation as a solid merc for hire.
However, business had been slow lately, and when business was slow, it only left him with his thoughts. Thoughts that dwelled on his past. Before the war, in the vault, awaking to this hell of a wasteland… it had been a lot to take in. But he would be damned if this world was going to chew him up and swallow him whole.

He would notice a man approaching Julio's store, apparently asking for ammo. A potential client, maybe? An extra gun was always helpful, especially since that gun was already loaded.

TAG: volacius

IC: Trenton
Location: The Pitt

Trenton just shrugged and held his hands up walking towards the quarters. "I'm going. I'm going." He kept walking and put his hands down. He began glancing around at the workers. He never knew what might happen what with the trogs outside and all. Everyone had to be on their toes. They had raiders, trogs and even their own workers to lookout for. You never know who might have it out for you. He watched everyone walk around as if their lives were over. He wouldn't succumb to their depressive attitudes. He would escape a life of slavery and move up one day. Maybe even take Ashur's spot. Until then he'd continue working and grabbing whatever he could to make whatever he could.

He finally got back to his quarter and went in closing the door behind him. He began exercising doing some push ups, sit ups, flutterkicks, squats and even practicing some punches and kicks. He thought about maybe developing a fighting form. Test it out in the fighting pits. After about an hour of exercising he took of his shirt and wiped his face and his body with it getting all the sweat off before laying down on his bed and tossing it across the room, which wasn't very far considering the size of the room. He closed his eyes and began to think of a life no longer a slave.

Tag: darthkain7

IC: Cygnus Canes
Location: Julio's weapons store, Diamond City

“Let's just go with 20 of each Julio.” Cygnus said as he looked at the things Julio had on display on the wall. As he was looking at the display pieces another man that Cygnus did not recognize walked up to the store and stopped next to him. “While you’re down there Julio, you want to grab me some 5.56? Haven’t had much work lately, but I could do with topping off my supply.” The man said to Julio then appeared to have just noticed Cygnus standing there despite having walked right up next to him. “How you doin’?” he said before turning back to Julio. “I’m doing well. Just topping off and ammo same as you… I don’t believe we’ve met before, what is your name?” He said as he turned more toward the man.

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IC: Karly

Location: Valentine’s Detective Agency, Diamond City



Karly walked into the office room when she heard the gravelly voice of the synth call out to her. She was surprised at how “human” his voice sounded. It was perhaps a bit tinny, but not really different than any normal-sounding human voice. Looking around the room she saw quite a bit of mess scattered around that needed to be sorted out. Then she saw Nick Valentine for the first time.

His eyes were a slightly glowing yellow, his face deep into the uncanny valley of being almost completely lifelike but also not… quite right. The longer you looked the more you could see the damage that had been done to the faux skin of the synth. What would be gaping and horrifying wounds on any human were apparently not worth doing anything to fix or cover up. Karly did her best to keep her face smooth and unshocked at his appearance. Outright horror at how your hopefully future boss looked was probably not a great way to go about making that person your actual future boss.

Karly put some steel in her spine and took another step into the room before freezing. Why was he holding a gun? Were all the rumors about synths true? His invitation had sounded so friendly, though. Hands raised slightly, Karly’s voice had a slight tremor as she spoke, “I um… I just wanted to come ask if you might need some um… help… at all?” Her voice trailed off uncertainly at the end and she stood there frozen, all the things that had been said about synths running through her mind. Was she going to die here? Would he be more offended if she just left? Unlike her friend Cygnus, Karly wasn’t familiar with very much danger. She had a weapon, but she hadn’t even thought to bring it with her. Fear of synths or not she couldn’t imagine Lyra ever sending her anywhere that might lead to danger.

Her thoughts raced, missing the weapon, wishing Cygnus was there, wondering what was going to happen next, and staring into the glowing eyes of the synth.
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IC: Slaver

Trenton's Quarters, The Pitt

Three sharp knocks came to Trenton's door, snapping him from his dreams of a better life. Strange, normally the slavers would simply burst into the room if they wanted the occupant's attention. This one seemed to have enough courtesy to knock first.
The slaver opened the door when and walked into the room, leaving the entrance wide open. He was an older man, graying hair and deep wrinkles being the telltale signs of it. Yet his fitness for his age was quite unusual, though one could suppose that being old at all in the Wasteland was unusual. He carried a simple sawed-off shotgun, though he did not seem as eager to use it as the others would be.
“Hey, you,” the slaver spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, “Reaver threw your name into consideration for the fighting pits. Follow me, I'll take you there. And don't try anything.”

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Nick Valentine's Detective Agency, Diamond City

As the girl stepped inside his shop, Nick quickly realized that the appearance of a metal man holding a gun was more intimidating than he intended; this was confirmed by the stranger's skin turning to a frightened pale.
“I um… I just wanted to come ask if you might need some um… help… at all?”
She sounded as scared as she looked.

Sliding the pistol into his holster, hoping to ease her worries, Nick chuckled, “Where are my manners? Name's Nick Valentine. What's yours?”

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Two customers at once, Julio thought. Nice.
He went into the back as the two men made small talk, gathering the ammo that both had requested.
“Alright, so that'll be twenty-five caps from you,” he said, pointing to Barnes, “and that'll be… forty caps from you,” he finished, pointing at Canes.
It was then that a ruckus could be heard outside of the city; music, gunshots, banging. Sounds like the Super Mutants were back at it again.

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Speaking through the PA system set outside of the stadium, one of Diamond City's guards snorted, “Get out of here, raider trash. Diamond City isn't welcoming the likes of you.”

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IC: The Daughter

Location: Outside of Diamond City




The Daughter would smile as she finally was receiving a response from Diamond City. Surely they had notice the fortress being built not long ago because before when they were still in the wasteland, it was said that Diamond City had patrols all over the ruins of Boston. However, since becoming neighbors patrols had slowed or even halted altogether in some areas. Though they were being disregarded as simple Raider, Tiana knew that they were taking her more serious than that. However, being in their own home and being as barricaded as it seemed, the girl knew the citizens inside must’ve had an overinflated sense of ego and pride knowing they were protected. But it was time for her to even up the playing field though it was something that she didn’t want to do.


“Children of my mother I beg you to listen to me. She is willing to bless you and welcome you to salvation but as it is now you are only condemning yourself to damnation. Now I would prefer that you open up to listen to the word and get to know me and my mother and the future she has planned for this world but that won’t happen if you continue to defy and shut us out.” She would look back to her men and nod before watching them bring makeshift explosives and placing them along the wall before stepping back once more. Once they were set she would continue what she had to say hoping that this would now get them to listen. “I have set the will of my mother on your barrier here and unless you open up I will have to unless her temporal wrath upon you as I come in of my own divine power and right.”


Tiana would finish with the megaphone once more as she wondered if they would listen to her reasoning now that she showed she could be considerate if people were willing to work with her and listen to the word of her mother. It would be up to the ones inside to take care of the rest and come to the Daughter.

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IC: Trenton
Location: The Pitt

Trenton sat up and smiled. So he'd ve taking part in another's death. Wonderful. He'd get his freedom finally, or he'd die. He found it unlikely he'd die. He got up and got dressed putting on a shirt, the very sane one that he'd sweated in not that long ago. "I'm ready when you are. Lead the way."

He had already started thinking of idea's. For instance who his first opponent would be, what weapons could he make with the short amount of time he'd have to get ready for the fight. So much to do so little time.

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