Introduction
Most of the Vaults in the Wasteland have been deserted or broken into, only a handful have yet to be emptied.
Everything has begun to get worse, as opposed to getting better. The more time that passes, the more the human population begins to diminish. Supermutants have begun to move away from the DC area and started moving north, where there seemed to be more and more of them. Past the West Virginia state lines is nothing but ash filling the air. It's too thick to breathe, too thick to see. The mountains let in no sunlight, even in the places free of ash. There's hardly any places of shelter or safety, and the majority of the ones that there are are full of raiders.
There's an outpost of humans, ghouls, and a few supermutants that have gone rogue from their brethren. They're a group called Reix. They put out over the radio stations that they planned to take down the leader in the heart of Charleston named Black, to take back the state for themselves. The hardest part about their mission was getting to the center of Charleston. Black had barricaded himself and his followers very well, and no one had been able to break his defenses thus far. There was talk of an assembly of those interested in joining the Reix, at the local bar called Silver Venom.
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I'll add more plot in the first post.
Now, for the rules and such.
If you search through something, I'll have to tell you if you found something or not, so please try not to get too far ahead of me. I'll try to keep up with everyone's posts. I'll be posting from my character too, but I'm not going to be biased. Now, when you post what your character has, don't be crazy and say that you're god and that you have everything in your inventory. This is staying pretty true to the games themselves, you can be over encumbered. And I will tell you if you are or not.
There's a Fallout wiki and it has everything you'll need to know about your stats. When you post your armor, I'd like a picture as well, I'll add a link to that as well. Your character can be whatever you want them to be, but I don't want any generic characters about someone being like "Oh, my parents were killed, I'm sad, I want revenge." Nothing like that, no Mary Sue's.
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Yen then realized that he'd been yapping for quite a long time and quieted down. "So, you're thinking of joining up too?"
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The look on Niklas' face was one of astonishment and suprise. He had never truly listened to Yen before. He tapped Yen on the shoulder, and decided he owed him an apology. In a quick movement, unmasked himself and pulled his hood down. "Yen, i must be honest, you're far more interesting than you let on. I haven't been totally truthful to you, so i'll let it out. I'm Niklas Amsler, one of the four Swordsmen of the Apocalypse -See what we did there?- and i'm Not German. English, actually. I'd like to apologise for my constant disguise, and would like to make it up to you. How about i pay for the next few rounds of beer, eh?" He laughed, his English accent coming through thickly.
"Now, i apologise for intruding." He smiled, extending a hand for Yen. Mainly for a handshake. "Still dislike me?"
He scratched the side of his face, then realized how grizzly his facial hair was getting, months without a shave was certainly making a difference to his appearance.
"I guess I can't say you're grinning from ear to ear then..." He muttered jokingly.
"Well you have a very interesting story friend. And yes, I am hoping to join as well." He gave a nod, then glanced over to the man removing his mask, giving Yen a seemingly heartfelt apology about something.
'Now, i apologise for intruding. Still dislike me?'
Yen blinked in surprise. Then he opened his mouth to speak, but didn't really know what to say. He wasn't used to being apologized to. So he just shook his head and shook Niklas' hand. "Thanks." he managed to croak. Then he recovered his composure and stuttered a little. "Um, uhhhm yes, fantastic. Uhhhm thank-you. I'm sorry for um, being so hostile. Um, yes. Fantastic." Completely recovered now, he stood up and grinned, shaking Niklas' hand more strongly. "I had no idea I was speaking to the Swordsman of the Apocalypse. And yes, I love the reference."
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He walked off towards the bar, and smiled at the Barman. "Three Glasses of Whiskey, mate." He grinned, dropping 75 caps on the table.
He shuffled back, and put the Glasses down. "To new beginnings, Eh?"
"I'll drink to that." He said, scooping up a glass, then let some of the warm whiskey down his throat.
"Pretty good," he commented, "even after a few centuries and a nuclear apocalypse."
"And I never caught your name." Sean said, turning to the Bladesman.
"And you, friend?" He smiled towards him. Something is different about this one. I hope we can maintain a friendship. He thought to himself, a grin forming on his face. "I'll be back in a minute, hold on."
He returned around three minutes later, in a new getup. He had a white shirt, missing one sleeve, and a leather vest over it. With black trousers and boots. The missing sleeve showed his Metal arm, which thankfully Yen had made. Probably out of spite. He also had his long, blonde hair tied back, with a perfect fringe.
"Yen, did i ever thank you for making me this replacement? It's so much more useful. Remember, explosives aren't a joke. Although, i learnt that the hard way."
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"Don't feel rushed to look at it, just whenever you get the chance."
she whispered in a low, alluring voice. She grabbed her shot glass and took the shot, she was feeling a little more than tipsy now, having finished off at least a bottle of whiskey by herself, if not more. The rumble of all the voices in the place kind of annoyed her, she was becoming somewhat angry with everyone outside of her table, the booze only intensifying the fact. The table she was apart of all had their little back stories, and she'd tried to keep up with who was who and what story belonged to who, but it was hard for her to make out faces, the alcohol made everything more blurry than her fading eyes did, combined everything was just a bunch of colors mixed together. It made her kind of dizzy.
She pulled a folded up piece of paper out of her back pocket, backing slowly away from the table. After unfolding it she headed to the guard outside of her VIP room, that held the rest of the Reix and handed it to him. It was her application that she'd filled out earlier. More of a blank piece of paper more or less that she'd filled out herself describing her. She couldn't talk about herself very well without feeling awkward as hell, but she could write like no tomorrow.
The supermutant stared at the paper for several minutes, trying to decipher the foreign words on the page;
" Ah fuck, don't act like you can read. Just let me go in already."
The supermutant looked taken aback at such a small, skinny girl saying something so bold to someone as big as him and let her in. Trent, the ghoul that had sat at her table originally stood and followed her into the room. She wanted to get this show on the road.
'You no go in 'til I say.'
Yen put up his hands. "Okay, I don't want a fight."
'Then go home.'
Yen looked chagrined, then angry. "Nevermind, I do want a fight. Lemme in, you scumbag!" He pulled out his pistol, trying to look tough.
The super-mutant smirked, then pushed open the door. 'You go in now.'
Yen spluttered for a moment, then put his pistol away, smoothed out his shirt and walked in as coolly as he could.
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The super mutant stared at him, and he handed him a small book, with no front or back cover. He spent a good twenty minutes staring at each of the pages before Niklas lost his cool.
"You can't read it, can you?" He groaned, the Mutant shaking his head slightly. "Well, let me in."
His response was blunt, but straight to the point. "No."
Niklas wasn't in the mood for it. He taunted the Mutant slightly, waving his arms in a sort of "Come at me, then." Action. The mutant didn't waste any time, and it grabbed his arms. It leaned down to head butt him, and the word strange came into play with Niklas. He kneed the mutant in the gut, with great effort, I may add. Then He leaned up, and sunk his teeth into the mutants neck. The mutant responded by lifting him up by the throat, and flashing him a playful grin. "Same as ever." It laughed.
"You so foolish. Go in, human." It laughed, smiling warmly at Niklas. He was let go, and he skipped like a little girl into the VIP room. "I don't know about you, but i'm familiar with him, and he just kicked my ass."
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Sean Devlin
A young, weathered yet optimistic jack of all trades just trying to get by.
Lewis Blake
A small swift man that's built rather well.
Daniel Jericho
Wanderer of the Wastes, Soldier, Scout and Warrior
Emma Klein
'Call me Em.'
Niklas Amsler
"Nope. Sorry, Nothing."
Joseph Eli Caldwell
Joseph or Eli
Yen Daniel Dangtran
"Tch. You really think that fazes me? I've been around longer than that, kid. NOTHING touches me." *keeps working* "WHAT? I failed the hack?? DAMMIT! I can't believe I'm such an idiot! I'll never be able to live with myself! GYAAH!"
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Yen Daniel Dangtran
"Tch. You really think that fazes me? I've been around longer than that, kid. NOTHING touches me." *keeps working* "WHAT? I failed the hack?? DAMMIT! I can't believe I'm such an idiot! I'll never be able to live with myself! GYAAH!"
Lewis Blake
A small swift man that's built rather well.
Niklas Amsler
"Nope. Sorry, Nothing."
Daniel Jericho
Wanderer of the Wastes, Soldier, Scout and Warrior
Emma Klein
'Call me Em.'
Sean Devlin
A young, weathered yet optimistic jack of all trades just trying to get by.
Joseph Eli Caldwell
Joseph or Eli
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Niklas Amsler
"Nope. Sorry, Nothing."
Daniel Jericho
Wanderer of the Wastes, Soldier, Scout and Warrior
Emma Klein
'Call me Em.'
Yen Daniel Dangtran
"Tch. You really think that fazes me? I've been around longer than that, kid. NOTHING touches me." *keeps working* "WHAT? I failed the hack?? DAMMIT! I can't believe I'm such an idiot! I'll never be able to live with myself! GYAAH!"
Lewis Blake
A small swift man that's built rather well.
Sean Devlin
A young, weathered yet optimistic jack of all trades just trying to get by.
Joseph Eli Caldwell
Joseph or Eli
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And the short posts are okay for now, but I will need you to post longer ones later okay, DarknessUndying?
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I'd like to mention that my Character doesn't carry a Pip-Boy or anything. And he runs really fast.
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The actual date, such as "1985." It would help with the backstory (ahem, Fallout 3) of my character.
I wish the best luck in this RP. Post-apocalyptic = epic