Fallout 3

[Farewell]

*he blushes and leans against him leaving no room between them*


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[SadDubwool]

*he blushes still kissing him*"Mmm~"

[Farewell]

*he runs his hands through his shirt and shorts feeling around while blushing*


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[SadDubwool]

*He blushes feeling him rub around his pants*

[Farewell]

*he loses himself and starts to rip his shirt off growling lovingly*


If you want peace, then prepare for war

[SadDubwool]

*he blushes hissing softly*

[Obrimos]

Name : Lucas (Real Name Obrimos)

Age : 2 Years Old

Gender : (Designed Male)

Weapons : Laser Rifle

Armor : Metal Armor

Race : Android (But had memories wiped so I think I'm a human)

Also this is my first roleplay so wish me luck.

But anyway will you accept me?

[Obrimos]

(Damn is this even alive anymore?)

[Ryan Naismith]

((Probably. But I'll join it! IT IS ZAMBIE RP!!!1!1!1!!!!1!))

Name: James Sutherland
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Weapons: US army standard issue assault
Rifle, and a machete made of scrap metal from various things, the handle wrapped in a Brahmin leather grip
Armor: US army Combat armor & helmet
Race: German Shepherd (cos this is a Furry forum, hue)

[Rayleonarde]

Name: Rayleonarde


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Weapons: An almost broken Infiltrator (customized assault rifle), and a baseball bat.


Armor: Merchant's Hat and Clothes.


Species: Raccoon


(I-Is this alright, or is there something I should change?)

[Ryan Naismith]

((Could we be a trader's convoy?))
"Mercenary in need of work!" He sighed, shouting around rivet city. He had been doing this all day, and he was just about to give up, and head out into DC to find somewhere to rest. Which was risky, but he was out of caps.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray wandered about the outside of Rivet City, speaking with the guards. "Come on, guys! I can't trade if you don't let me in."

[Ryan Naismith]

James have a brief wave to the guards outside, mostly ignoring the trader that they were denying acces to river city.
Not his problem.
So, just across the long, metal bridge, he pulled a small pack of cigarettes, popped one into his mouth, and lit it.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray sighed, and shook his head. "Fine, I'll just go somewhere else for now." He thought a moment, before handing each guard a magazine full of five-five-six, and another magazine of ten millimeter, and then turned and left.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Hey." James said to ray as he neared, the cigarette held in his maw "why didn't they let you in, I wonder?"