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PROFILES:

User: Inferno Vega
I am: (Name) Atlas Arcranium
How Many Candles on the cake(Birthday) 19
My Group: Brother Hood
I was raised in: I grew Up in BigTown.
This is my story: When I was growing I learned how to fire a gun early way too early It changed my life always being attack by super muties and raiders and slavers they say once you kill a person it gets easier every time I have a blood lust I enjoy seeing my enemies bleed
How People See Me :I have a Silver Mowhawk I'm 6'4 I am white. I prefer to use a Lazer Rifle I weigh 155 lbs my aquired skill I'm the jack of all trades you could say my eyes are cold and dark they are silver i never smile

User: Dont Feed The Yao Guai
I am: Oliver "Ollie" Dampier (Dam - peer)
How Many Candles on the cake (Birthday): 18
My Group: Alone. (He prefers not to join one group. Though he is against The Enclave.)
I was raised in: Vault 92
This is my story: Oliver grew up a normal life, for a child who grew up on his own. His mother ran off and was never heard of again, and his father died in a major war against super mutants. (Or so he thinks) His whole life, Oliver, practiced fighting with guns. His favorites were always the Incinerator and the Hunting Rifle. Though Mirelurks and Bloat Flies that roamed around his vault were constantly attacking, he could handle it. He feeds off of the meat provided by the Mirelurks bodies and discards the Bloat Flies. He eventually became friends with the mammals and learned to live with them. He has a pet Yao Guai named Charlot, who wears a red cloth around her neck to distinguish her from the rest.
How People See Me: I have long black hair and dark blue eyes. I'm 6' 0" and weigh 140 lbs. So you could say I'm on the lean side, but I can be quite strong. He wears a plain black shirt and worn out jeans.
Perks:
- Animal Friend.
- Mysterious Stranger. (Could this be his father?)

User: A Bad Wolf
I am: Daniel Rosenberg
How Many Candles on the cake (Birthday): 28
My Group: just me and my dog, Cosset, a red haired Australian Cattle dog.
I was raised in: The capital wasteland/megaton.
This is my story: I was born and raised in the Wastes, the son that was the result between my scavenger father and his wife who he had met in a broken city now known as megaton. She would stay there behind the walls while my father went out in search of supplies to sell to the caravans and the town's shop owners. When I got to be about ten, my father began to teach me how to fire a rifle like him. When I was twelve, I was out in the Wasteland with him, learning how to survive, how to scavenge and hunt like him. Sadly.. my mother died from an illness somewhere around my thirteenth birthday, and I was left with my father. We left megaton completely and began to wander around, settlement to settlement. By the time I was seventeen, I got my first dog, Cosset, she was still a puppy back then. It was with dogs that my father always hunted.. and now so would I. Then, finally, it happened, while we were exploring some land to the north east, we came across the ruins of a town. Little did we realize how infested with death claws that place was, my father was killed while we were retreating.. his dogs stayed by his corpse until their end came as well. So now, Cosset and I wander alone.
How People See Me: (basically, what my avi looks like right now, except for the dog, which is the wrong breed. anyway here) : A heavily sun tanned young man, built like a rock from all the time he's spent in the waists. Keeps his beard somewhat maintained to the point of slight chin hairs and a mustache that connects to it with hair that stays above the ears. (he only has a combat knife to keep his hair maintained, so it may appear a little shaggy.) Often wearing a faded black baseball cap and his heavy coat with it's many pockets to store things, a sniper rifle strapped to his back, 10mm sub machine gun at his right thigh, and a combat knife in a sheath in his boot leg. Cosset, his dog, would carry her fair share as well with a specialized doggy back pack, that looks similar to a miniaturized mule's pack. She would appear as a healthy, well bred, red Australian cattle dog, born with two "eye patches" over each eye. (said to be directly related to the dog being very smart. (My family raises this kind of dog irl, big fan of them.))
Perks:
-Animal friend
-Gun nut

I really, Really, Really want to be Fawkes now.
But who will be AEnclave?

Shall I send a thread to Barton town? XD

Your mysteriuous steranger is a pip boy. o.e

YES.

....

Well. He looks like one.

:3


*Has only played one level of Fallout 3*

....But I seen lots of it. ;D


And your character is a stick. How can you be 110 lbs and be 6 feet!?

.... o.e

No Gauss rifle and it's after project purity the enclave took over instead O=

If there's anything in my profile that's out of line, let me know. I'll change it.

Yes, Fawkes... was.. a girl. Idk, I'm confused on that part too.

And, I'm sorry about the typo. That one always gets me.

..... Then why the heck did mah brother tell me he was D:

I still want to be Fawkes though. Or else I wil be Enclave and jooh can FIGHT me. biggrin

Oh welll. We need some more people, would you mind if I *Made a post* in the barton town forum about this RP or is that against the forum rules? O.e