Ok, this is gonna be set in the capital wasteland, after the Enclave was defeated by the teenager...And yes, (after the "Broken steel" DLC as well, so Like an after-math) (This a character sheet...So just copy paste and where you see this "[]" Put your info thingie) Name:[your rp character's name] Gender: [Male or Female] Age:[Your Rp cahracter's age] Group: [Enclave, BoS, villager, Raider, Etc.] Companion: [If your char already has company] Class: [Whats your character's class, like sniper, Scout, heavy gunner, light weight, etc] Wardrobe: [what does your character wear] [Also, a small back-story, not like your child-hood or anything, but like small part of your past] I'll start mine: Name: deserted J. Spider (James, for short) Gender: Male Age: 37 Group :Former Enclave Hell-fire trooper Companion: N/A Class:Sniper, Heavy Wardrobe: Legion recruit Helmet, and Merc adventurer outfit [James is a Lonely man, he doesn't have much friends...His only friends died after the Explosion of raven rocks, James, was lucky to survive...not much to say to his Former "Friends" He tried making new companions, but they shot him down after they figured he was a Enclave trooper...So he mostly sits in megaton...Drowning him-self in beer drowning his sorrow in "Moriarty's Saloon", as he thinks of what is he going to do in his future...]
Name: Hunter Covington Gender: Male Age: 41 Group: Desert Ranger Companion: One of Dogmeat's puppies Class: Uh, light scout I guess? Wardrobe: Desert Ranger armour, helmet and trench-coat, with some added insulation to account for the colder weather on the East coast Background: Hunter was born into the Desert Rangers, and served with distinction until the unification pact with the NCR. He didn't approve of the way the NCR troops treated the locals, and after a heated bar fight resulted in the deaths of three NCR troopers, Hunter had to flee Nevada. He's been travelling East for about six years, and reached the Capital Wasteland about the time of the defeat of the Enclave at Adams Airforce Base.
(OK, Well...I'll start the rp with a simple Morning beer~ C The man, no one knew...Sat in a stool, Drinking his beer putting the tip of the beer bottle inside his mask, not trying to show much, drinking and drinking, until it was all done the man asked, With a Mixture of Russian and Australian accent, "I want another one..." Starring up at the Ghoul he saw in front of him, gob answer, "Don't you think you had enough for one day..?" Gob making the mistake of questioning him...The man stood up in drunken Rage, "YOU DARE QUESTION ME?" The man screamed at the Ghoul, the Ghoul coward a bit getting him another beer, the man calmed down and sat, drinking it once again
"What is this nonsense?" Hunter demanded, leafing through a copy of 'The Wasteland Survival Guide' in Craterside Supplies; the book was full of terrible advice such as 'jump up and down in minefields'. Whoever this 'research assistant' was, they were either stupid or had a sick sense of humour. "Hey, come on; it's not that bad," Said Moira, looking a little hurt. Hunter turned to her with a hard look in his eyes; "If anyone actually followed the advice in this book, they'd be dead before they left the town's walls." With that, he put down the book, paid for his supplies, and left the shop. Looking around, he noticed the big sign reading 'Moriarty's Saloon', and decided to head up there; Bars were always a good place to gather information, and he could use a drink. Entering the murky Saloon, he took a quick look around; the place held the usual mix of dejected locals and wannabe mercs. He sat down next to an visibly inebriated man wearing a mask, and ordered a whiskey from the ghoul behind the counter.
He stared back at the "Ncr" Trooper, growling a bit (not liking the Ncr much) The man got up slowly he walked over to the counter, giving the ghoul half of what the man owed him for the drinks, Gob said without hesitation, "Come back here you free loader, and pay the full the price!!" The man slowly turned to him and chuckles manically. "Say that again" He told him, The Ghoul coward again, as he sees him slowly place his hand on his Chinese officer's sword. "Hmmm?" The strange man stared at the Gob as he answered, "N-Never mind..." He said as he coward back to work, "Thats what I thought..." The man said as he walked off.
"Hey," Hunter called out, without turning away from the bar to look at the masked man, "Pay what you owe." As he was speaking, he pushed back his coat to reveal a .357 magnum on his hip. He hated it when people tried to take advantage of innocent folk, especially in a place like this.
The masked man stopped at the door, facing his left eye at you "And who are you?" the man stared at the revolver and then at you gripping the handle of his Sword tighter, he close the door still inside the bar watching you, Gob said "Its OK~ We don't need any violence in this bar, not ri-" I stopped him by saying, "Shut up..."
"Name's Hunter, but right now I'm just the guy trying to keep things civilized." He turned towards the masked man and nodded at his sword "Think you can reach me with that before I fill you with lead? Lets just say you do, think you'll get out of town without that sheriff gunning you down?" Now that he hopefully had the guys attention, he added: "If you can't pay the tab, I'm looking for information, and I'm willing to pay good caps for it."
"First of all..." The man stopped himself, scanning you, "The Sheriff won't do anything, cause I'll make him unable to talk...and second, I wasn't planning on reaching you with the blade...I was planning on reaching you with the gun" He aimed the tip of the sword at you, and you see a 10mm pistol taped on to the handle, "But then again, what kind of information do you need?"
"Sword gun? Haven't seen one of those for a while." Hunter admitted; last time he'd seen one, a raider chief had been hacking at him with it somewhere near Denver, luckily for Hunter, the bandit had somehow managed to shoot himself in the hand with it. The masked man didn't look like he'd make the same mistake... "I'm looking for a guide," He explained, "Someone who knows the region, and the main factions within it."
"So...you want me to be your tour guide?!" The man laughed maniacally as he slowly walked towards you, patting your shoulder and saying, "Do you know who I am?" the man asked starring at you with his "Dead" eyes.
"Don't matter to me who you are, as long as you know the area and can handle yourself if things get rough." Hunter was being truthful; he tried not to judge people on their past, but rather on their actions in the present. He'd certainly done some things he wasn't proud of in his travels, but he had to believe he was working towards some greater good, some end that would justify his means. "You want the caps or not?" he demanded.
The man starred blankly at you, he jabbed the sword into the floor, leaving it there, saying, "Fine...you want a tour guide of this god forsaken place? Well then, I'll show you whatever you want! you name it." The man stared at you, still gripping the sword
"Deal" With that, Hunter turned back to Gob and paid both of their tabs, then stood up and made his way to the door. Standing on the walkway outside he looked over the shanty of a town he found himself in, and in particular at the huge bomb at it's centre. "What's the deal with that?" he asked his new companion.
"A nuclear bomb that fell on to megaton...but never really went 'Boom'..." The man starred at the bomb blankly, examining it, "What brings you here, exactly?" The man asked starring at you, and putting his sword away.
"I've been travelling for years, looking for somewhere truly in need of help getting back to civilization; and I've not found anywhere as in need as this place, this 'Capital Wasteland'. Much as I hate the way the NCR goes about it, they've certainly cleaned up the West coast, now maybe I can help do the same in the East." Hunter looked at the masked man once more, "Do you have a name? As I said before, your past is your own business, but knowing what to call you would be useful."
"Hunter Covington" Hunter replied, shaking James' hand. "Tell me James, who'd you say represents the best hope of improving this place? Who are the major players around here?"
"No one...we are all equal..." James replied, starred at you, "non of us are too stupid...nor too smart" James took out a pair of keys asking, "So...you have a resting place? Or do you need me to provide you with one?"
"I can rest anywhere." years on the trail and his Roughin' it! bedroll helped with that. "I don't intend to stay in Megaton for long; I need to explore the area further and see if there's anyone who can help my cause. What's the next nearest settlement?"
