New California Republic Just like that, the war between Terra and Humanity ended. President Winters walked into the sunlight for the first time for many months, to see the partially destroyed city of Arroyo. What surprised him the most was the devastation undergone by Terra. Almost all of its cities were either occupied and left in a somewhat good condition, or burnt to the ground like some of the smaller settlements. The cities that suffered the worst fate being Vault City and Reno, both of them utterly wiped clean of life. Shady Sands and the Boneyard, despite their previously conditions, could be completely rebuilt within five years (All of its cities are in a hellva better condition than DC). Out of the 700,000 strong NCR population, only 25,000 remained in resistance groups or the last of NCR controlled cities. President Winters now had the burden of rebuilding, a task seemingly impossible in his lifetime. Within the three months, the NCR regained a quarter of its former territory in the north but was left in a much weaker state. Upon the war ending, many of the survivors were furious about Terra as wide scale riots escalated everywhere across the entire republic. Unfortunately, civil war broke out in the Republic for its control which raged across the former land. President Winters, lucky to be alive, took the helm. East Coast The East Coast was practically nonexistent of life. The millions that called it home took the most casualties amongst the war, easily three million losing their lives by the genocides committed. Almost all the cities, especially Washington DC, were heavily damaged. Only several cities survived in a somewhat good condition, the largest being The Pitt. The Eastern Brotherhood was gone, along with the outcasts and those who fought for the wasteland. Not many survived the Pitt, but those who did remained in the Pitt until they can head back into the wastes. Until then, they could only bury the dead and get society back on track. The ammo mill, despite being damaged in the bombardment, was still operational and work continued as usual.
Celon the brave defense Celon put up against their Gloriian brothers saved hundreds of thousands, if not millions of lives as many from the area around Celon and within fled to the safe areas deep inside its territory, mostly the Mojave as the immediate area surrounding. Thanks to this, Celon would quickly expand to fill the void in the Wasteland left by the Gloriians. unimpeded by mutated creatures or raiders, Celon would soon grow to encompass the entire American southwest, and much of the state of Texas, with their control of the land being cemented after the death of President Winter, which lead to Celonian take over of what remained of the once great NCR. The Northwest Following the Gloriian withdrawal, the door opened for the much inspired nation John had forged out of the wastes, covering much of the Northwest from Washington and Oregon to the mountains of Idaho, and reaching up the coast of former British Columbia to almost reach Alaska by the time of John's death, bringing a system of government very similar to the American one to this region...
East Coast/Taylor Within good time, the Entire East Coast alongside other territories fell under the banner of what became 'The Capital Confederation' or simply known as the 'TCC'. Using and furthering Enclave and Brotherhood technology, the TCC was made up of the entire eastern seaboard and stretchered westward as far as Indiana, northwards half of Ontario and all of the eastern territories of Canada. Taylor became the first president of the democratic TCC and soon married Damien. By the time of Damien’s death, all of the lands under the TCC that suffered during the war was completely rebuilt and thrived greatly. Taylor never remarried as she continued to lead the incredibly advanced TCC for another seventy years before passing away peacefully in her sleep at the age of 97. Damien After the death of his father at the age of 83, the NCR was no more as its former territories soon were integrated into Celon. With his mother and father passing away, Damien, now into his sixties had children with his own with Taylor after the end of the war. After his own death, his legacy remained across the Confederation, especially in the military. He remained as the commander of it’s forces until passing away at 87 in 2330.
(I had that really short Death Battle inspired rp Considering how we just did 2 Human/Glory based RP's (2.5 if you count the one with Red Eye and the crashed fighter ships.), we could always go back to FOE. But we could also continue with the 'flow' of Glory Rp's that we're going with.)
(We could focus on a small RP (Which should be the Death Battle one) that would last about three pages, then focus together on a mega RP. I wanna do FOE for the first one, but I'll let you create the basic idea for the mega RP.)
(I was kinda not liking the idea after some thought was placed anyway. Do you have an idea that we can both do?)
(I have no idea, but it should be as close to FoE stated canon as possible IMO, so no Commados, no Crimson/King of Diamonds, etc)
(Hm...Why not just be a couple adventuring Wastelanders just before and during the events of FoE?) - - Auto Merge - - (Think Daring Dashwood and Argyle style adventurers)
Here goes nothing, made an OC just for this.) “And here you go Spring Heart. Here is your payment of three hundred caps, pleasure doing business with you.” The young appearing business manager told the female ghoul standing in front of her. Spring politely took the bag of bottle caps and placed them in her saddlebag, followed with a polite thank you and leaving the door, a bell ringing to signal the closing of a door. Upon walking out of the store and into a small town, Spring wondered why the new world’s society used bottle caps as its currency. When she was younger, she remembered ponies using bits. Spring, before her ghoulification, was a bright pink Earth pony with a beautiful blue mane. Some years later, she was lucky enough to retain the majority of her own hair while her surviving friends had fallen out. Slowly but surely, the radiation from the bombs turned her flesh into something resembling parched leather that marked the beginning of her changes. Her once feminine voice became a low, gravely and rather raspy voice due to damage to their vocal chords from a combination of radiation and necrosis. Along with a list of changes, she became what is now commonly referred to as a Ghoul Pony. Discriminated by many, she had no choice but to accept the insults thrown at her as she sighed deeply and headed to her shack near the edge of town.
Sunlit "Daring" Firewood strides into this new town he had found with the confidence he was known by the few ponies who knew about him remember most about him....well, that confidence could also be called foolhardiness, as it was called by most who even KNEW of Sunlit. And also most of his "tales of glory" tended to be the laughing stock of whomever knows about him. However, even though all this was true, he did have some good under his belt, from being highly skilled with his trusty silenced assault rifle and 12mm pistol, and his adept ability at sneaking (which has save his skin more than once, and which is fairly surprising considering his orange coat, unkept red mane, and bright blue eyes, though his camouflaged combat armor probably helped with that.), and he has incidentally saved more than one or two communities with his misadventures and strange, random raids on raider camps, which he somehow has had the luck of surviving intact each and every one. He strolled through the town, heading straight for the bar, as he knew that's where the best rumors of places to explore would be, and hopefully finally find a companion that wouldn't die seemingly the moment they got into a sticky situation. He smiled as he looked around as ponies looked at him, wondering who he was as music poured from his hoof from a scavenged Pipbuck that was in such rough shape, it pretty much could just play music and the Eyes Forward Sparkle spell still worked, barely. He pushed his way into the town bar and found a nice table in the corner, where he hid in the corner table, listening to all the conversation going on, trying to pick up on something useful...
Spring headed across town, eventually making it to the main street of town. With her home directly at the end of the town, she had to cross the town bar. After deciding to spend the rest of her night in the town bar, she went inside of the bar and was instantly overwhelmed by the smell of liquor. With her saddlebags filled with caps, Spring would have the first professional meal in two weeks. She sat down at the bar, where two wastelanders sitting next to her gave her a look of disgust and moved away to sit in an available seat on the other side of the bar. Spring watched them move, not really fussed over what had happened, and looked at the clock above her head.
Sunlit watched the ghoulmare who entered the bar instantly receive a cold reception, two ponies even moving away from her. Now this just wouldn't stand! Ghouls should be respected for their knowledge of old world tech, combined with the survival skills taught by the Wasteland, by Tartarus, his only companion to ever survive was a ghoul! And this ghoul...well, he could tell she was once quite a beautiful mare, and he tended to look at a ghoul by what he could tell what they once were, not what they were currently. Getting up with a small smile, hoping possibly to talk her into being his new companion, or at least getting to know her and letting her know not all ponies are bigoted idiots. Upon reaching the ghoulmare, he tipped his hat in respect to her, "Well howdy there, ma'am! Would you mind if I joined ya?"
