Fallout

[Farewell]

Zaida finished the power armor, having to repair it due to the mutants doing a bit of damage on the torso and left leg. Repainted it as well, a dark grey and moving the emblem to the shoulder. She sat back down and huffed wiping her face, not overly fond of repairing or upgrading, as it wasn't something she was very good at. "Damn mutants..." She hissed under her breath.
Zaida walked outside with a bottle of water, squinting slightly before her eyes adjusted to the sun's light. The landscape wasn't a pretty sight but it was something to appreciate.

[Rayleonarde]

((I think it's for a psychological, and physiological breakdown of your character, if that makes sense.))

[Neurottic]

Name:  Rain
Age (18+): 21
Personality: Joker, heart of gold
Species: Coyote
Vault, Town, or Organization: Originally from New Reno, Travels
Weapon (only 2): Shotgun, Combat Knife
Armor: Leather Armor
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (21 to use): Str:2 Per:3 End:2 Cha:5 Int:3 Agl:4 Lck:2  (assuming they start at 0, if they start at 1 add 1 to all)
Occupation: Courier , mercenary
Backstory: Born and raised in the slums of New Reno, he learned how to fend for himself. Using hits wit and charm to get out of most situations, but he will fight if he has to. He eventually got a job as a courier for a small courier organization. He worked with them for a few years. After a while, he eventually was laid off by a lot of his shipments were going missing recently (Stolen by himself). Still having a thing for the courier career, he decided to start working for himself.  Not getting as many shipments as he normally would have, he now travels around the wastes to find the odd jobs. Becoming a part time mercenary and fetching things for people who pay.

(I'm super into Fallout! ^^ I hope this looks ok)

[anoni]

(When do we start posting? (NOTE: I'll be on and off))

Name:  Anonus Brutus.
Age (18+): 27
Personality: Driven, Fanatical, Violent.
Species: Fox
Vault, Town, or Organization: Ceasar's Legion
Weapon (only 2): Machete (favoured), Hunting Rifle
Armor: Light Legionary Armour
S.P.E.C.I.A.L (21 to use): S: 3, P: 4, E: 4, C: 1, I: 2, A: 6, L: 1.
Occupation: Frumentarii
Backstory:
  Upon the Legions defeat at the battle of hoover dam 2, both Ceasar and Lanius were killed, leaving the Legion to be run by it's new Ceasar, Lucius. However, as Lucius was old, he eventually dies in 2296, of natural causes. This causes the Legion to go into massive infighting, the legion becomes a shadow of it's old self as it begins to crumble apart. However, a prominent legion warboss, Ventarus, begins to take control of the rabble, and goes on a quest to try and unite the fractured legion, he begins to move West, rather than east, in pursuit for more tribes to conquer, just as Ceasar did all those years ago. Anonus was part only but a boy when he his tribe was conquered, he was indoctrinated by the legion, trained to fight and trained to kill. Because of his great agility, Anonus became a notable frumantarii, going further and further west in pursuit of more and more tribes or lands to conquer.

  Finally, in 2322, Anonus found the Commonwealth, also in a state of infighting, he sees this as a perfect opportunity for new legion land. But first he must discover what opponents the legion may be facing.

[Naval]

(Zadia said I could make a robot so that's what I plan to do. Also thanks Zadia! )


Name: Mr. Sammy
Age: 67
Personality: Kind, respectful, patience, curious, omptimistic, and open minded.
Species: Mr.Handy model
Vault, Town or organization: Vault 457
Weapons: A buzz saw arm and a flamethrower/ fire extinguisher arm.
Armor: His body.
Occupation: Grade School Teacher.
Backstory:
 
      This Mr.Handy or Mr. Sammy as he perfers to be called. Was programmed after a well mannered teacher. Mr. Samuel. But like most poeple in the wasteland he died due to other humans. But the vault he was in was abandoned and looted after the current residents decided that the steel walls where no longer a proper home to them. But this then lead to Mr. Sammy lost and bored without the company of small children or just another mindful human. So taking his teachers handbook. He went out of the vault to explore the wasteland. Though on his travels he did meet a protectatron with similar ways of thinking. But soon had to part ways. And searching the land once more for peaceful humans or other things like such. He soon took notice to the world around him and saw that most of the humans left on earth have became microwaved avacatos or gun weilding grunts. So as a well mannered model, it seemed right for him to teach the humans once more to fine the humanity that binds them all!

[Neurottic]

(Well, I think it should be moved to serious ^^ unless you think it'll be silly. But I mean, Fallout can be pretty silly, but overall I would say it's more on the serious side of things)

[Jacob Hail]

Name: Vex Farivin
Age: 24
Personality: Cunning, vicious, brutal, impatient
Species: Red Fox
Vault, Town, or Organization: Caesars Legion
Weapons: Sledgehammer and a combat shotgun
Armor: Heavy Legionary Armor
Special (21 to use) S:6 P:3 E:5 C:1 I:3 A:2 L:1
Occupation: Speculatores
Backstory: Vex was born and grew up in the city of Denver, belonging to a feral violent pack  in the south side of Dog City. When the legion came, they came with an iron fist, and quickly beat out both the NCR and the packs that fought for control over the city. Vexs tribe put up a fight, but like the rest, in the end fell to legion blade, her leader burned alive infront of the rest of the pack in order to show strength. But she refused to become a slave, in the final days before her tribe was taken over she cut her hair and binded her chest, posing as a male worrier and getting assimilated into the legions ranks. From there she stayed in disguise, finding the legion life style much like her own one, and deciding to stay. So the fox covered up her scent and deepened her voice to become more raspy like a mans, ontop of her already bulky build. To avoid doctors she learned to patch her own wounds, and fought to be put on a small scouting team to avoid base camps.

After the fall of Caesar and the Legion decended into chaos, the Denver branch was quickly brought to order under the rule of Centurion Larvis, who pledged to rule until the Legion found a new leader. While the different remnants of the Legion set their sights on the NCR and the west, Larvis looked East, planning to set up diffrent outposts there and rebuild the torn factions strength. So scouting parties were sent out, Vexs group being sent out to The Commonwealth to gather information. But what seemed like a lucky break for the fox turned out to be a disaster after her scouting party was ambushed and slaughtered by sinths.

(This look good? I can change anything if necessary)

[Farewell]

(This look good? I can change anything if necessary)

Yes looks great

[Rayleonarde]

Ray slipped in between the dilapidated buildings existing within the horrifying Glowing Sea, separated from the world outside by the thick plexi-glass and yellow covering that was his hazmat suit.  He whistled quietly, as he scavenged about for anything useful. Ray'd gotten into building guns, and was relatively interested by this 'Power Armor' concept.

[Jacob Hail]

Whack! Whack! Whack! Vexs hammer came down one last time on the synths head, turning it into nothing more then flattened scrap. From her paws the sledgehammer fell, the vixen dropping back onto the ground panting heavily; the shoulderpads that made up the top part of her Legion uniform seeming to constrict around her neck. Her fellow scouting party layed in a bloody mess around her, their corpses mixed in with the metal skeletons of the synths that ambushed them, leaving her the only survivor of this expedition. It didnt bother her as much as it should of, she was used to death, and this didnt change the mission she still had. The Legion needed a base of operations in the Commonwealth and she was going to set one up. Grabbing her hammer again, she used it to help her self up from the dirt, taking one last look at the bodies around her before continuing down the road.

[PossumDeMort]

Ted entered his small bunker out in the wastes, its entrance hidden under a pile of boulders on the side of a hill.

Today was a bad day, he had found nothing on his scavenging trips today and was down to just 5 sticks of dynamite.

And to make matters worse opening his pantry he found himself face to face with a bottle of Nuka Cola and a box of Cram... the last of his food.

He twitched abit tail whipping suddenly left and right and head snapped to the side agitated, grabbing the Nuka Cola he popped the cap off on the counter then pocketed it.

Leaving his bunker he began the 2 mile trek to town, carefully picking his way through the few mines outside...

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[Rayleonarde]

After a while, Ray felt that he had cooked long enough in the Sea, and decided to pack up and head home. Or, rather, the burned out cat that served as a tiny retreat.  The young raccoon figured he could get some food, a little sleep, and sell his junk and information. He'd caught a weak radio transmission while scavving, but couldn't pinpoint it. Kinda sad, this transmission, it depicted a Raider' s difficult situation, a broken 'suit', whatever that meant, and getting cooked by radiation. Almost made Ray cry, no-one should be left to die in that miserable place. Ray sighed in relief, as his Geiger counter eventually went quiet, and began to take his suit off. The hermetic seal around the helmet' s base hissed loudly, as it depressurized, and Ray took a deep breath, his fur matted and damp from the exertion and his breath.

[PossumDeMort]

Ted picked his way through the wastes, checking just over hills and peeking around rocks before moving, avoiding any potentially dangerous areas.

Having made this trip numerous times it didn't take long, ted finishing the cola just before reaching town placing it in a pile with bottles from other trips.

Sanctuary... ever hopeful in the apocalypse, it seemed alot of towns were named similarly, having raided a few himself he knew the name meant little.

Twitching mildly ted entered the town and made for the general store.

[Naval]

 Mr Sammy was listening to a radio on a pip boy that...well was still on a dead mans arm. Moving on from that he looked for anything that could be some peaceful people. But over the rumble and avoiding some mole rats. He kept all three eyes out for anybody who didn't want to kill him. But sadly it seemed today just wasn't cut out for him. But that didn't bother him that much. But when he heard a loud thud on his body from a weak fire arm. He picked up the hover pace and got out of there. So when he got out of sight of the shooter. He went back to his internal map and noticed a unexplored area. "Oh splendid!" He hummed to himself as he thought a town was in going to be near.

[Farewell]

As Zaida watched the sun rise she took a sip of water while sitting down in the small concrete wall, most of it was rubble, however was a fine place to sit since it gave a view of the commonwealth aroun her.
The Vexū walked back inside the base entering her paladin power armor wasn't much but it did a fairly good job of protection. Walking out of the base she started her journey, mainly to find bases, clear out, or help those in need. Often she thought deeply, Asking herself the same question the elder would scold her for. 'Not all were like that, cold, vulgar creatures... Are they?' However didn't like to get to caught up in her thoughts. It was something she would have to push aside. She looked at a small map on her armor, sanctuary seemed to be closest and wasn't a hard route. Zaida had some items she could sell for a good amount of caps as well as check around the area.