"All hail the overseer we're born in the vault, we die in the vault" What a load of horse shit, its Survival of the Fittest out here folks, welcome to Detroit, well whats left of it anyways, its time for your regular forecast of bullets and a chance of radiation, the feral ghouls have been spotted in the trailer parks of downtown and the mutants are being held back by the Brotherhood, Enclave sightings have died down to zero, well lets just say it looks like hell out there folks----Static----Son of a bitch, looks like the dish is out again, well i guess i will have to fill in the blanks here. Your part of a surviving community from vault 287, radiation pushed us out and we have stuck together ever since, our Overseer is dead, good riddance, never liked him anyway, always on the jet, anyways, getting off topic, its hell out here kid, and each of us needs the help to survive, we managed to take refuge in a tower about 20 miles away from the vault. We did well for ourselves so far, don't get cocky kid, its still a dangerous world out there, we managed to find plenty of weapons but hardly any ammo---lights a cigarette and breathes out some smoke---well, we need to move we cant stay here anymore. Gather your gear, and no we don't have any power armor, so don't ask. We leave when everyone's ready, meet me down stairs at the front door, don't take to long kid, its a big world out there, and time is not on our side---gets up and walks away to the door---oh and stay away from the elevators, they don't work---opens the door and shuts it behind him---

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Caps: (100 to start)
Skills:
Weapon Skills:(no energy weapons yet)
Armor: (Vault Armor, Leather, metal, raider, pitt raider armor, etc. no power armor yet, i have a way we can get it)
Karma: (Neutral for now)
Radiation:(0 for now)
Schematics:(one to start, random choice and cant built for other players)
Scared of:(has to be scared of something, personally i hate DeathClaws)
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