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Imagine the world in 2077. 50's styles are popular. Cars are ran on Microfusion Cells. People have robots. Nuka-Cola's the drink of choice. Radiation isn't a worry. Things rarely blow up on their own. Canada's Annexed. Anchorage is falling. China's at war with the United States. Life is good. Common to see small Change operated Blast Shelters. People are so scared of war, they hide out in Vaults. The Blasts Drop. After two fearful hours, and two hundred years... Let's see what's left...
-I do not hold the rights to, but this basic plot is entirely owned by Fallout, and Bethesda. I'm just kinda borrowing it for an RP.-
Species thriving in the wastes. - Player races.-
-Humans. Alot of them are grasping for life through the radiation and torn up concrete jungle. Some are Scavengers. Some Engineers. Some Raiders. All Gun-Slingers. Some fight for technology, some fight for a destroyed government. They come in several types. Enclave, Brotherhood of Steel, Lawless (Raider, most Scavengers.), Adventurer, Dweller, Town Folk.
Weak to Radiation, poisons easily. Medium Physical strength.
-Ghouls. Think rotting flesh, skin falling off, little to no hair, some assembly required. They all lose their minds at some point. There are only a handful of these born. Most survived from the tragic bombardment. Death would be better then this... But for those that are still alive, most are Zombie-like, having lost their minds. Others try to live life like normal humans, all are known to be sterile, and unable to reproduce. A dying breed indeed. Comes in three flavors. Civilized, Feral, and Glowing. Glowing is fifteen hundred percent more deadly, and rare!
Heals from Radiation, but loses physical strength from being rotten.
Ghouls are hated by humans, of which they named Smoothskins.
-Super Mutants. Some of the baddest guys in the Wastes. Freaks who are gigantic, looking like they have Jaundice, and tote even bigger guns. These guys are real pieces of work. They're extremely strong, but it comes at a price. They have no sense, no brain. Like wild animals. With guns.
Mutated by Forced Evolution Virus. FEV. Same Chemical almost used to clear the Wastes.
-Behemoth. Imagine Super Mutants as Frankenstein on illicit substances. Imagine Godzilla on said substances locked in a small closet with you, and has a rocket launcher. That's a Behemoth for you. Dumber then the others, they only know how to swing a weapon they crafted themselves made of Fire Hydrants, and other junk melted together.
Non-Player Characters. (Enemies to all.)
-Death Claw. Imagine a huge, Lizard Monster, stronger then the Behemoth, Smaller, More Poisonous, and Very Fast. Some are Smart, and Kind, but very few it is.
-Mole. Those little furless monsters, only bigger, on the surface, and meaner.
-RadRoaches. Gigantic beetles. I think you can guess what this was.
-RadScorpion. Scorpions, only 100% added lethality. A lot larger, more poisonous, but useful in making things. Also comes in a very large, Albino version.
-Wild Dogs. Self explanatory. Only difference, meaner, no fur, and angry all the time.
-Yao Guai. Mutated bears. Fast like a Death Claw, but weaker.
-Protectron. Designed to protect stuff. Most find the wrong people as enemies.
-Mirelurks. Mutated Crabs, and Lobsters. They're human like, like DeathClaw, but less dangerous, look different, but still violent.
-Most Robots.
NPCs that are friendly.
-Traders.
-Few Scavengers.
-Doctors.
-Innkeepers.
-Some robots.
-Half the Ghouls.
Weapons:
Lots of them. Look them up on the Website. All players must start out with a weaker weapon. Like a Knife, a .10 MM. A Baseball bat. At most, 200 shots.
Armor:
Something weak. You start out as a trainee of whatever you are. Usually some thin, weak armor. Like a raider outfit, or a Vault Outfit.
Your Resource if you don't know your options.
http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_Wiki

Rules.
- Be realistic. You won't find a Rocket Launcher your first day, or a suit of Power Armor.
- You must reload often.
- No Godmodding.
- No killing a player without both parties consent, and mine.
- No arguing OOC in the thread. Take it out of here.
- You start out with 100 caps.
- Do not steal a game character's identity. Make up your own. And this character has it's own different locations and characters.
- Have fun.
- Romance, and Slaves/Owners are allowed, and your character may have a pet of some kind, like a robot. But keep it clean, and allowable by Gaia's standards.

Most Vault dwellers have some kind of deformity, physically, or mentally, because most Vaults were designed to fail, to be human test experiments, not really to save anyone.

Factions:
Human Only -
-Brotherhood of Steel. (Pursues technology as a religion.)
-Enclave. (Ex-US government.)
-Lawless. (Those that ambush, steal, kill for no reason.)
Ghoul Only -
-Feral. (Attacks all non-ghoul, and non-monsters.)
-Civilized. (All around. Some are like bad humans, some Town Folk.)
Super Mutant Only -
-Melee Fighters. (Very physically strong, stronger then the others, stupider.)
-Gun Wielders. (Weaker, slightly smarter, very, very few reasonable.)
Human and Ghoul Shared -
-Town Folk - Traders and such, people that live in a town, requiring people from out of town to bring in supplies and barter and trade to survive. Regularly fights raiders, Super Mutants, Scavengers, and Slavers.
-Adventurers - General Wanderers, they go around the Wastes fighting for a way to survive, complete a mission, or to do what they want. They typically abide more laws then raiders and scavengers, but there's a few bad apples in the bunch.

Towns
-Brother Hood - (The Fortress, Stronghold, Iron Outpost, Copper Control Station.)
-Enclave - (Darkness Grove, Inferno Mountain, Charred Plains.)
-Town Folk - (Marrow Lane, Old Ale Lane, Green Lake.)
-Adventurer - (A Vault, Towns, left another group.)
-Lawless - (Shadow Station, Night River, East Coral Avenue.)
-Feral - (All areas of high Radiation concentration.)
-Civilized - (The Hotel De Muerto, Hidden Shallows, The Ol' Fishing Hole, some Human towns.)
-Super Mutants - (Deep in the Ruins of the Cities, where some hollow building shells still stand.)
-Slaves - (Any Race can be a Slave or a Slave Owner. Slaves and those spawned slaves are born with the Lawless and live in their towns, or wander. Owning a robot can count as owning a Slave, or not depending on given rights.)

Your choices matter, people. Make them well.
Message me your profile, and add a twisted , with the words, 'I don't want to set the World on Fire.'

Profile shell.
Gaia name:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Past:
Physical Description (Or Picture):
Weapon:
Goals (If any.):
Faction:
Town:
Rare: Yes/No
If Rare, Duty/Title/Race:

As a Special Bonus, for the more Rare parts of each group, I'll randomly give those roles out.

Players, Accepted:
Humans:
Gaia name: Bloody Blade Shinigami
Name: Arthur Jones (Goes by Art.)
Age: 22
Race: Human
Past: Art's done every job in town, from builder, engineer, stock boy, scavenger, trader, he's even been a mercenary. He's outcasted by most people, he now makes his living being a Guard for Traders, and by going off the beaten trail periodically to take whatever's not melted to the wall.
He's become a slave to his addictions, so much so he's usually too wasted to feel a shot, or a hit. He's a wanderer by nature, and tries his hardest to charm. Though a few of the things he hates is when people are in pain for no good reason, slavery, raiders, and he despises Vault Dwellers: The rest of them were left for dead for no good reason, while they sat back in the safety of their metal shells.
He carries a large amount of ammo, and lock picks. If he has the option, he doesn't fight fairly.
He fears Death Claws, Yao Guai and Behemoths.
Physical Description (Or Picture.): He's always seen wearing a blood stained prewar suit, a black fedora, some dress shoes, with some sunglasses and a cigarette or a bottle of booze.
Weapon: His hunting rifle, and crowbar.
Goals (If any.): Earn loads of caps, keep his addictions fueled, gather some sick loot, and take out his competition, those lawless folks. Then the world will be for his taking.
Faction: Adventurers.
Town: No one knows where he hails from. He hasn't told anyone.
Pet: He usually has a 'Mr.Handy' model Robot serving him, he usually sends him to go get some caps, get booze, or some kind of medication. Though, he usually gets his rear saved by the bot buddy.
Rare: Yes.
If Rare, Duty/Title/Race: Capitol Crusader. Destined to do good.

Gaia name: [ Midnight_Light ]
Name: Alexander Fuse
Age: 18
Race: Human
Past: Unknown. All that is known is that he is an engineer and the person he travels with is supposedly his sister. Dare to ask for the rest? He might look like he's no challenge, but he is a serious threat. He's very sneaky and is a master of desception. You'll never be ready for his sneak attacks. He only talks to his traveling companion, the reason is unknown.
Physical Description (Or Picture):

Yes, he does wear the ears. The patch was from a particularly nasty fight, he has a scar over his eye but prefers to cover it up. He always wears those red colors.
Weapon: None. He is skilled in hand to hand combat.
Goals (If any.): To escape forever into a secluded sanctuary that is far away from the current chaos with Mikki.
Faction: Lawless
Town: Unknown
Rare: No.
If Rare, Duty/Title/Race: N/A.

Gaia name: [ Midnight_Light ]
Name: Mikayla Sterling
Age: 18
Race: Human
Past: Unknown. All that is known is that she is an engineer and her traveling companion is supposedly her brother. Dare to ask for the rest? She is the talker of the two, for he only talks to her. They always know what the other is thinking. She is extremely placid, hardly ever getting angry. But, when she is you better get out of her way.
Physical Description (Or Picture):

Her hair is always loose and she is almost never seen out of grey clothes that have a blue accent.
Weapon: Two extremely sharp knives.
Goals (If any.): To escape forever into a secluded sanctuary that is far away from the current chaos with Alexander.
Faction: Lawless
Town: Unknown
Rare: No.
If Rare, Duty/Title/Race: N/A.

Gaia name: -Yasha Alchemist
Name: Fira Airheart
Age: 19
Race: Human
Past: Her past a bit hazy to her, mostly what she knows that her mother was killed in the middle of all this chaos and her father drove himself mad about the ‘Brotherhood of Steel’ business. Fira is pretty out there and overly friendly to those she meets and wants to move on and forwards always.
Physical Description (Or Picture):
Weapon: Two custom Chinese pistols crossed with .10 mm pistols.
Goals (If any.): Live and whoop some cans.
Faction: Adventurers
Town: Has always traveled and been on the move.
Rare: Yes.
Rare, Duty/Title/Race: True Mortal. Strives to survive, and not much else. She'll help occasionally, if it eventually benefits her.

Alexander and Mikayla were walking around an unusually empty area. They had just fought a protectron. It was a pretty easy win for their perfect team, even if they were weakened. They had fought some pretty nasty stuff the day before and were covered in cuts and bruises. They had even sustained a few deep cuts. All beacuse they had accidently stumbled upon a nest of moles. The moles had been living in a cluster a few miles away from an old farm house. That's where they were headed, to the farm house. They were hoping for some rations or weapons. Something to help, even if it was a little bit.

"We're almost there, Mikki. Just a little bit farther Maybe we'll find something to help us out."

Alexander murmured quietly with an attempt at a weak smile. His ears were flopping about, the patch over his eye covered with blotches of dried blood. His face was pale, have lost a lot of blood from his cuts and the deep gash in his left arm. It was wrapped up and had been cleaned by Mikayla, but that didn't take away any of the pain or the effect it was having on him. "How are you holding up? We don't have to far to go." He asked lightly. He was always trying to make her feel better. He never liked to see her frown. He would always say something reassuring if they weren't in the best position.

"I'm fine, 'Zander. But don't talk, you need to save energy. Who knows what will be in there? There could be another cluster of moles, or something worse. It's best if you save your strength."

Mikayla said. She didn't want him to feint, she wasn't strong enough to carry him. She was always looking out for his welfare. He was her charge, her best friend. He was hers. She was very protective of him.

They were only a couple hundred yards away, now. The door was hanging open, as it probably had been for a while. They could hear rustling and the floor creaked under their light weight. A click echoed in their ears. Who was there? They shot eachother a significant look, both of them alert now. After a few moments, they decided to come friendly. They just didn't have the energy to fight now. They only need a rest and some rations before heading off again.

Alexander and Mikayla turned around simultaneously. The man standing infront of them was holding a rifle and it was pointed right at them. They appeared friendly. All of their weapons were put away, they were covered in blood and dirt. They hardly carried anything, only Alexander had a bag slung around his neck. They stood next to eachother, towards the stranger.

"No, we're only looking for a place to rest and to recover."

Mikayla said. She didn't feel the need to tell everything that had happened to them to a complete stranger. She let her glance flicker to Alexander. His face looked even more pale and the bandages on his arm looked wet with fresh blood. The scab had torn. His eyes sought hers. He was weak, there would be no reason to fight. He needed a rest and so did she. All of this conveyed in a glance. Her eyes returned to the man. "We also need some new bandages."

Alexander slid his arm around her neck, she wrapped hers around his back; supporting him. His left arm hung limply at his side, droplets of blood trickling down.

A weak smile spread across Alexander's pale face, but he didn't say anything. This man was definitely not a threat. He was even willing to give them some help. That in itself was enough. They couldn't take what was rightfully his.

"Thank you for your generosity. Water would be welcome, as would the Med-X. You can keep the weapons. We have now use for those types." Mikayla said, a soft smile on her face that didn't reach her eyes. She was still concerned about Alexander. "Come sit here, 'Zander." She said softly, walking him over to the wall. He leaned against it gratefully and sunk to the floor. His head resting in his hands.

"Mikki." Alexander whispered quietly, his voice barely audible to anyone but her. His voice dry and wraspy. She didn't even need to look at him to know what he needed. His voice was enough.

"Could we have the water soon rather than later? It's important. And, do you know of any place with water that's near?" Mikayla asked the man, an urgency in her voice.

[ Okay, thanks for the heads up. ]

Mikayla took the water and the Med-X from the man with a smile.

"Thanks so much for your help. Yes, we were heading to Green Lake." She said as she walked over to Alexander and handed him all the water. "Drink as much as you need." She told him, opening the nearest and handing it to him.

Pulling a knife out of her boot, she sidled over to the man. Pulling out her shirt a bit, she sliced a strip off. It would be enough to hold Alexander over for a while. "How can we ever repay you?" She asked, looking over at Alexander. He had finished one bottle and was starting another. His face had gained a little color and he looked a little better. Wrapping the strip of cloth around her arm, she began to cut another.

Alexander finished the second bottle. Setting it on the floor, he hauled himself up and walked over to Mikayla. "I'll patch you up in just a second." She said as he put his arm around her shoulder. His ears bounced as he looked around the room. His gaze finally landing on the man. "Who is he?" He asked Mikayla. She shrugged.

Mikayla looked at the man. "May I inquire your after name?" She asked.

Mikayla grabbed the water and the Med-X, Alexander grabbed Lars and they dashed out of the room and out of the house. Mikayla saw Arthur looking for the shooter. He was hiding. They descended the hill quickly, hoping that the person who was shooting didn't see them. As they neared the bottom of the hill, Mikayla supported Alexander. He was still weak from his blood loss. They hid in a cluster of tightly packed rocks. They didn't have a view of the battle area, but they could definitely feel the ground shake.

"Who do you think that was, Mikki? Could it be one of the people following us?"

Alexander asked, his voice soft. Barely audible over the explosions. He didn't think they could've followed that far, but he'd been wrong before. So, this would be no exception. "I won't let them get us again." He said, reassuring himself more than he was Mikki. He laid Lars on the ground, unsure of what to do.

Mikayla looked at Alexander, he looked helpless. His face was pale, though there was a little color returning. "It's not them, 'Zander. I know it isn't. We lost them after our encounter of the moles, remember? I have no idea who it is, though. It could be someone after Arthur." She told him. "Now, give me your arm. I'm going to rewrap it. Who knows when we'll have time after this." She gently took his arm and undid the bangades. Pouring half a bottle of water over the wound to wash it, she began to wrap the strips she had cut from her shirt. Tying them tightly, she wadded the old ones into a ball and placed them on the ground. The skin around his cut didn't look too bad, it was definitely healing. It wasn't infected, but she could see it would take a while to heal.

"Mikki, Lars is talking." Alexander pointed out, taking a small sip of the already half empty water bottle. "And.. is something sticking out of him?!" He looked away, his face pale again. But, this time, for a totally different reason.

"Yes, I believe he is talking. But, I can't hear him. And, yes. That is something sticking out of his arm." Mikayla said. She knew Alexander was pretty nautious around injuries. "But, come over here. I need to give you the Med-X." He scooted over until he was sitting next to her and stuck out his arm. She gave him the Med-X in the arm. His eyes squeezed tight in anticipation of the pain, he hated getting it. She peeked out, Arthur was, by the looks of it, passed out.

Mikayla scrambled up, darting out of the rock cluster. She dragged him back to the cluster of rocks and splashed a handful of water on his face. He looked pretty bad. Then, unsure of what to do next, she drank the rest of the water and sat next to Alexander.