Fallout RP

[heroshade]

((This is a roleplay that takes place near the end of the second game, during the secretive reign of the Enclave. Slavers raid small villages for livestock, raiders pummle the larger cities, and New Reno is still a massive gangland.))

If you haven't played Fallout 2, heres (http://www.falloutprg.republika.pl/img/f2world_big.jpg) a map. You may want to read up on the storyline as well.

Well, here it goes.

Name: Seth Carter
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Specialties: Small guns (pistols, SMGS, rifles), knives, unarmed
Description: 5'11, shaggy brown hair, light, though muscular build, blue eyes, tanned skin.
Inventory: 10MM pistol, Bowie knife, a bag of food supplies, tent

BIO:
After years of living in the slums of Vault City, Seth may has well have been rotting in the wastes. His father and sister had been killed by raiders a few years earlier, and his mother recently died of disease. His uncle ditched him to go off with some tribal, leaving Seth in charge of his bar. After a few weeks, Seth took off into the wasteland to find himself a new life...

Introduction

The heat was beating down on Seth's forehead. A bead of sweat rolled into his eye. "Agh, son of a bitch," He yelped as he rubbed the pain out of his eye. He set off only a few days before in what he THOUGHT was the north. Seth had planned on gathering some supplies in Geckp before he took off to find Broken Hills. Broken Hills was a stable little town to the far south. He'de heard good things about the place. Raiders didn't dare attack the place. People lived peacefully (despite the presence of the mutants and ghouls).

Unfourtunetly, Seth didn't realize at the time that his compass on his Pipboy 2000 was broken. The sun was just over the horizon. Only a couple hours till nightfall Seth thought. He checked his Pipboy again. It said he was five miles east of Redding. "God damnit!" He through the broken device into the ground. It's screen shattered. "Well," Seth said to himself. "May as well set up camp."

He assembled the tent and crawled inside. As he drifted further into his sleep, he couldn't help but feel something bad was going to happen.

He was right.

Seth heard several footsteps moving slowly towards the tent. He produced his 10MM and quietly pulled back the slide. He could see lights through the cloth tent. Four torches, coming towards him. His first impulse was to fire through the tent, but just before he pulled the trigger, he came to his senses. He took out his knife and cut through the other side of his tent, then grabbed his backpack. As quietly as he could, he moved towards a large rock.

He could hear the people going through his tent. Seth looked around the rock and saw through the hole in his tent. He practicly made eye contact with one of the men, but the man couldn't see outside the light of his torch. There was a large, spider-like tattoo on his forehead; he was a slaver. The man walked through the hole in the tent. crap, crap, crap, crap was the only thing going through Seth's mind. Then he realized something else. There were only three people in the tent. Oh shi-

"Hey, Markus, I found one!" Seth turned around and pumped four shots into the slaver's chest before he could even react. The man who crawled through the hole in the fence emerged from the other side of the rock, an electric cattle prod in hand. He swung at him, but Seth moved to the left and then caught the man's arm under his own, just before sliding the knife into his side.

By now the other two were unloading on the rock, rather than attempting to capture him. Seth had fought raiders before, and had enough combat experience to know when to take his shots. The two men started firing almost simultainiously, and therefore, they would reload simultainiously. The machine guns chipped away at the large boulder. Finally, there was silence. Seth jumped around the corner and fired a few times into the darkness (The men had left their torches on the ground a few yards away), then went back behind the rock. There was a grunt and a thump. He heard a few clicks, then the firing started again. There were a few bursts, then the sound of running feet hitting gravel as they started running towards the rock. The slaver popped out from the other side. Seth jammed the gun in his face. Click, click. "Aww shit..." The slaver grinned. "Not so tough now are ya boy?" He slammed the handle of his gun against Seth's face. He fell to the ground, conveniently landing right next to the cattle prod. The slaver pressed the barrel up to Seth's temple, only to feel a sudden jolt in his stomach.

As the slaver lay on the ground twitching, Seth picked up the submachinegun and emptied the clip into the incapacitated slaver. His adrenaline died down and he started panting.

No slave caravan was only four people. There was a camp nearby, and there was no doubt someone was going to come looking for their patrol. Seth knew he had to move now. He packed up his tent, reloaded his pistol, and started walking in the direction the slaver's were headed, hoping they weren't on their way BACK to camp...

[LaytoRest]

Sounds fun, although I'm no good at real RP, I'll continue reading.

[heroshade]

Seth hadn't seen anybody for six hours. It was almost mourning. Hopefully he had given the slavers the slip, but he still kept his gun at the ready. He wondered what they were doing so far from New Reno or the Den. Seth shuttered at the mere thought of those places. Seth used to go with his father escourting goods to New Reno in his earlier years. On one particular journey, The caravan was ambushed by slavers and members of the Mordino crime family. Most of the caravan runners were killed and the survivors limped their way back to Vault City. He couldn't help but notice that the mountain range he was walking through was only a few hundred yards away from him. He shivered slightly.

Suddenly, a clicking sound rang out from behind Seth, snapping him out of his flashback. He turned to see a HUGE radscorpion heading right towards him. Without a second thought, Seth started sprinting in the opposite direction. click, click, click, click, click. The massive insect was closing the gap fast, and the pistol wouldn't be enough to stop that thing, unless he could take own a few of it's legs while, at the same time, running at full speed, shooting behind him.

The scorpion was almost on top of Seth now. It's tail whipped forward, striking the empty ground. It's massive claws could have crushed Seth if the radscorpion could get close enough.

Rat-tat-tat-atat-tat-tat. Seth looked back to see a hail of dust and bloodspray engulfing the scorpion. After the small cloud cleared, the scorpion lay dead and broken on the ground. "Hey, you alright kid?" Yelled a faroff voice. Seth could barely make out a little over a dozen people standing at the top of a large hill to his right. "Yeah, thanks!" he yelled in reply. Some of the people started climbing down the hill and making their way towards Seth. A few of the people stayed to guard what looked like the bed of a truck being pulled by Brahamin*. Seth ran to meet his saviours.

When he reached the group, Seth saw a rugged looking man sporting an old assult rifle and a torn up leather jacket. He had thick, black hair.

"Thank you," Seth panted. "You just saved my life."

The man grinned. "No problem kid," He said. "Name's Chad. You?"

"Seth Carter." He answered.

"Carter, eh? I think I heared that name somewhere before. Where you from?"

Seth rubbed his eyes. "Vault City."

"Ha!" The man laughed. "You Cassidy's kid?" Seth's eyes widened. "Yeah, he's my uncle. You know him?"

"Nah, not really. Ran into him and a few other people a few weeks ago. Seemed like a nice guy."

"Heh, yeah, you could say that." Seth said, not hiding the sarcasm in his voice. "Who are you guys anyway?" Chad slung the rifle around his shoulder. "We're caravan runners from Redding. Whatchu doin' so far out here?"

As Seth, Chad, and three other guys began moving back to rejoin the rest of the group, Seth told them how raiders killed his family and how his uncle abandoned him. "Sheesh, what an asshole!" commented one of the caravan runners.

After a short climb up the hill, they had arrived at a small camp. "So, where you headin' kid?" asked Chad. "Well, I was looking for Broken Hills, but-" Chad cut him off. "Well, your in luck! We're headin' that way to. How 'bout you come along?" He said it as if Seth had a choice. "Sure, I'de appreciate it."

Chad helped him find a good spot to set up his tent after Seth told him he hadn't had time to rest. Unsurprisingly, getting a few extra hours of rest posed no problem to the rest of the caravan. Seth stitched up the hole in his tent, crawled inside, and drifted off to sleep...

((*Brahamin are two-headed mutant cows that people in the Fallout universe use to carry supplies from place to place.))

[heroshade]

((Come on, is anyone gonna post? One man RPs aren't that fun.))

"Hey kid, wake up, we're going." Seth faded back into consciousness. Chad's blurry image hovered over him. Seth grunted, stuffed his pistol in the front of his pants, and walked outside to take down his tent. The rest of escourts were loading supplies onto one of the makeshift carrages.

A few short minutes later, the carrages were moving out, the escourts slowly walking alongside. There were a few bandaged and bloodied people lieing in one of the carrages. Chad caught Seth looking at them.

"Ran into some bandits a few days ago. Bastards took one of our brahamin an' killed ol' Sanchez." Chad had a serious look on his face. "You ever run into slavers out here?" Seth asked. "Slavers? Nah, the boys from the NCR* took care of the slavers in this area a few years back."

"I was attacked by slavers the night you found me. Four of them." Chad raised an eyebrow. "Thats odd. They must be tryin' ta gain their land back. Fuckin' insects don't know their place."

Seth quickly changed the subject. "What are you guys transporting anyway?"

"Food. Gecko pelts. Money. The usua-" There was a rumbling sound off in the distance. Everybody turned around and looked to the horizon. Something was coming. Fast.

Before long they could see what it was. It was a machine, probably the width of two trucks side by side. It had three spinning blades at the top and it was flying. Flying. None of them had ever seen anything like it. They looked on in awe as the machine roared past them and disappeared into the wastes.

"What in the seven hells was that!?" Chad asked after a long silence. "I don't know," said one of the other escourts. "But I think we'de better just get to Broken Hills as fast as we can." He nodded and turned towards the rest of the group. "Alright, double-time! I don't know what that thing was, but I'm not sticking around to find out."

Seth, Chad, and the rest of the caravan headed off, jogging into the wasteland...


((NCR= New California Republic. One of the few forms of government in the wasteland.))

[LaytoRest]

That's some pretty good stuff man, keep it up!

[ejnomad07]

Heroshade update! Your stuff is always good.

[Valic]

I'll join this, first I'm gonna do some Fallout studyup. I never really played through the game. So once I'm done I'll post my character.

[Sunaj]

same let me read up on fallout.

[TatersAndTots]

"Don't kill them" she says! Henry thinks to himself as he dodges the Mirelurk's swing. "It'll ruin the videlity of the study!" she says!! Henry dives under the Mirelurk's rasied claw and rolls into the spawning chamber.

Ughhh, she better be paying me a helluvalot of caps for this shit! he says as he dives around a corner. Three Mirelurks greet him with their wierd crackling noise, claws outstreached. Henry backpedals and they dutifully follow. He runs up the spiral stairs with five of the crab-monsters in pursuit. He makes it to the top as the stairs level out into a catwalk. Right as the Mirelurks make it to the catwalk, Henry vaults the catwalk onto the stairs again. He takes the step two and three at a time as he makes it to the eggs. He rams the observer into one of the eggs and runs off, smiling to himself.

((I played fallout 3 for 6 hours yesterday and now im addicted...
this was actually a quest I did for some crazy lady and her damn Survival Guide))

[Helgeran]

I fell victim to yonder radiation.

[Brother Justin]

http://www.duckandcover.cx/index.php?id=5

[Camthylion]

Nice read :D

[Enerzeal]

"Don't kill them" she says! Henry thinks to himself as he dodges the Mirelurk's swing. "It'll ruin the videlity of the study!" she says!! Henry dives under the Mirelurk's rasied claw and rolls into the spawning chamber.

Ughhh, she better be paying me a helluvalot of caps for this shit! he says as he dives around a corner. Three Mirelurks greet him with their wierd crackling noise, claws outstreached. Henry backpedals and they dutifully follow. He runs up the spiral stairs with five of the crab-monsters in pursuit. He makes it to the top as the stairs level out into a catwalk. Right as the Mirelurks make it to the catwalk, Henry vaults the catwalk onto the stairs again. He takes the step two and three at a time as he makes it to the eggs. He rams the observer into one of the eggs and runs off, smiling to himself.

((I played fallout 3 for 6 hours yesterday and now im addicted...
this was actually a quest I did for some crazy lady and her damn Survival Guide))


hahahahaha I did the same quest a few hours ago. Tried to stealth my way through, got caught, and starting using the shotgun liberally, bastards should of known not to fuck with me. The Technology part is worse...

[heroshade]

"Don't kill them" she says! Henry thinks to himself as he dodges the Mirelurk's swing. "It'll ruin the videlity of the study!" she says!! Henry dives under the Mirelurk's rasied claw and rolls into the spawning chamber.

Ughhh, she better be paying me a helluvalot of caps for this shit! he says as he dives around a corner. Three Mirelurks greet him with their wierd crackling noise, claws outstreached. Henry backpedals and they dutifully follow. He runs up the spiral stairs with five of the crab-monsters in pursuit. He makes it to the top as the stairs level out into a catwalk. Right as the Mirelurks make it to the catwalk, Henry vaults the catwalk onto the stairs again. He takes the step two and three at a time as he makes it to the eggs. He rams the observer into one of the eggs and runs off, smiling to himself.

((I played fallout 3 for 6 hours yesterday and now im addicted...
this was actually a quest I did for some crazy lady and her damn Survival Guide))


((That lady is a BITCH. Anyway, glad to see people taking interest, I'll update in a while, but I just want to make it clear, we are using the map from Fallout 2, so as long as theres no Megaton or anything, we're good))

[TatersAndTots]

((umm... crap? can u post a map of fallout 2 plz? I have only played the fallout series for 6 hours, and only in fallout 3.))

Name: Henry Magoo (mah-goo) (magoo is my new dogs name btw :p)

Age: 31

Height/Weight: 6'4"/212lbs

Bio: Grew up in a food caravan. Was exiled at the age of 15 after an... incident involving an empty enclosed carraige and the leader's daughter. Quiet type except when invilving money. He loves money. A lot. He is excellent at bartering.

Facts: Fits the steryotipical loner. Fedora and a brown trenchcoat over leather with armor patches is what he wears. Skills in level of importance: guns, lockpicking, bartering, sneaking, acrobatics. Stats: emphasis on endurance and agility.

Inventory: 10mm pistol, assualt rifle, pump shotgun, sledgehammer, ((BEST MELEE EVER :D)), food/water, small purifier, lockpicking gear, backpack, trench coat has tons of straps and pockets on the inside, majority of ammo and guns stored there.


Henry gathers his supplies, suppliemented by things taken from the Mirelurk lair, and sets off into the wastes. He is going to meet a caravan on the way. He barters with them often.

[heroshade]

((umm... crap? can u post a map of fallout 2 plz? I have only played the fallout series for 6 hours, and only in fallout 3.))

Name: Henry Magoo (mah-goo) (magoo is my new dogs name btw :p)

Age: 31

Height/Weight: 6'4"/212lbs

Bio: Grew up in a food caravan. Was exiled at the age of 15 after an... incident involving an empty enclosed carraige and the leader's daughter. Quiet type except when invilving money. He loves money. A lot. He is excellent at bartering.

Facts: Fits the steryotipical loner. Fedora and a brown trenchcoat over leather with armor patches is what he wears. Skills in level of importance: guns, lockpicking, bartering, sneaking, acrobatics. Stats: emphasis on endurance and agility.

Inventory: 10mm pistol, assualt rifle, pump shotgun, sledgehammer, ((BEST MELEE EVER :D)), food/water, small purifier, lockpicking gear, backpack, trench coat has tons of straps and pockets on the inside, majority of ammo and guns stored there.


Henry gathers his supplies, suppliemented by things taken from the Mirelurk lair, and sets off into the wastes. He is going to meet a caravan on the way. He barters with them often.

((It's in the OP. The second game takes place in Northern California. The caravan is currently two down, and one to the right of Modoc.))

Seth traveled with the caravan for several days. It was nice to drink water that wasn't radiated for once. According to Chad, they were less than three days away from Broken Hills, and they had made it this far without event (aside from the occasional Deathclaw)

They hadn't seen anymore of those flying machines. That night however, they could see a faint glow in the distant west, coupled with the sounds of explosions and gunfire. There was a battle taking place in the direction that machine was headed.

"Chad," Said the caravan scout, his voice filled with concern. "Theres a bunch of people headin' towards us. They look pretty busted up." Chad removed the clip from his assult rifle and checked the ammo, just to be sure. "Alright," He replied. "I'll take a detatchment out to talk with them. Seth, you wanna tag along?"

Seth didn't think twice. "Yeah, okay."

Chad, Seth, and six armed caravan runners set off towards the group. The scout was watching them through his binoculars. "A couple of them have rifles, but from what I can see, the rest are unarmed. Theres ten of them."

When the caravan detatchment met with them, Seth saw that when the scout said they looked 'busted up' he wasn't kidding. Several had cloth wrapped around some body part or another. "Oh thank god, your human!" said one of the men. He immediately dropped his rifle and hugged Chad. "Woah, hey, what's wrong?"

The man looked horrified. "They came in a huge... flying... machine. Dozens of them."

"Who?" Seth asked.

"Men. Big men, made of metal. They had guns that.... turned our soldiers to dust."

"Where you guys comin' from?" Chad demanded.

"Modoc. We're the only ones who made it out. The rest are.... they're all dead."

"Alright," Chad started. "We're on our way to Broken Hills. They'll be able to help you there."

"Oh... Oh thank you sir. God bless you!"

The eight caravan runners and the ten refugees returned to the main camp and made their preparations to keep moving.

[TatersAndTots]

((Whats op mean? I saw a map btw so I know where the caravan is))

Addition ***

Skills: Guns, REPAIR, lockpicking, etc...

he can repair pretty good.

Henry sees the caravan, oblivious to the troubles, and walks faster as he approaches. His backpack jangles loudly from the items within.

[Liquidcell]

Name: "Rick"
Ethnicity: Asian
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Specialties: Small guns (Sniper Rifle Specifically), Explosives (Grenades / Mines), Stealth (Hiding / Sneaking / Stealing)
Description: 5'7, Dark Brown Hair, Tanned, Average build, Brown eyes.
Inventory: Unique M95 sniper rifle, Canned food, paint and rag like materials, cutting knife.

BIO:
Not much is known about Rick's past. The story of this man remains as a closed book; he only telling his past to those he deems worthy of friendship.

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Rick will appear when the situation is right :)

[Malokae]

Name: David Fitzpatrick
Ethnicity: Irish
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Specialties: Speech, Energy weapons, Science
Highest statistic: Intelligence
Description: A solid looking man at about 5 feet, 10 inches. His hair is a light red stubble, appearing as if its usually shaved bald. Green eyes. He has no facial hair and some rudimentary stitches on his right cheek. He has a strange walk, as if hes walking in space, a rolling gait.
Inventory: Laser pistol, about 25 rounds worth of energy cells, Scrapped/Salvaged power armor with most of the servos broken and half the chest gone. Some radscorp meat, and a brahmin hide cloak.

BIO: David was born on one of the many small fishing boats that make up Ireland, the Island having been reduced to a large crater far underwater. After a particularly nasty storm, the family decided to try and reach what was left of the US mainland. They made it to what used to be Florida, and upon landing, began hunting for food. David was 19 at this point, and knew a bit about America, having traded fish for history books. After he had caught a couple small radscorps, an Enclave squad accosted him. He persuaded them to give him a chance to join their ranks rather than kill him as an illegal immigrant. He spentjust over 7 years with the Enclave, passing his 'citizenship' test, and rising to the rank of Captain, whereupon he had clearance to view the FEV virus. The brutal, callous horror of the whole plan revolted him, So he deserted...


It was hot, he still wasnt used to breathing and feeling unfiltered and uncooled air yet. After spending years inside a suit of power armor, the outside world was new again. He finished wrapping the Radscorpion meat and tied it to his back, wiping his brow and looking across the shattered landscape. He had gone to the old Sierra Army Depot, a place he had marked on his pipboy shortly before leaving Navarro, hoping to restock on weapons and supplies, but the place had been cleaned out, and recently too by the look of it. So he was nearly out of supplies, having to catch and kill Radscorpions, and there was nothing he hated so much as Radscorpion meat, and more importantly, was nearly out of ammo.
He scratched the stubble of hair growing on the back of his head, the servos and gears of his right arms power armor creaking from the caked dirt. If his memory served, there was an old EPA base about 20 miles or so north, at the very least there would be something to salvage and trade to those crazies in San Francisco. His mind made up, he made sure he had everything, and headed north as the sun stretched down.

((david is currently 3 squares up and 1 square right from Sierra army depot, he'll meet the caravan soon))

[TatersAndTots]

((Dont leave us heroshade! come backkkk...))