The assassination of Andrew Kimball, President of the New California Republic, and Caesar, the 'Imperator' of Caesar's Legion, within hours of each other by a mysterious individual known as 'The Courier' threatened to throw the Mojave into chaos for a brief moment, but news of Caesar's death reached Chief Hanlon of the NCR Rangers first, shaking him out of his defeatism long enough to take the news of Kimball's death better; he never liked the President and thought him to be the architect of the NCR's sorry situation in the region, anyway.

Either way, the NCR forces rallied upon hearing news of the death of the hated Caesar, and during the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, held out long enough for a brave NCR Sniper to put a bullet into the eye of the Legion's new leader, Legate Lanius; the Republic, against all odds, had won.

What happened next set the fate of the Mojave for the next ten years.

After its hard-won victory, the NCR held new elections, and the voters brought into the Presidency the one who had saved the NCR before - The Chosen One, who had come out of retirement in New Arroyo to get the NCR to clean up its act. With the aid of newly-elected congressmen and women, vital reforms were passed to weaken the Bhramin and Water Barons, strengthen the power of the common workers and farmers, and investigate the Crimson Caravan Company for using violence to destroy its competitors.

This eventually allowed the NCR to withstand several years of drought and near-famine, with the Chosen One guiding the nation through its greatest test before giving the nation one last gift: His Resignation after approving a law imposing a two-term limit to all future NCR Presidents.

As for the Legion, Lanius' successor under Caesar's will and written plans of succession ordered the latter scrapped and his heirs under those plans executed out of paranoia that his potential successors might seek to take his position early by killing him first. This caused the Legion to go into civil war, and for a brief moment, it looked as though Caesar's Legacy would fall into ruin.

Then a mysterious figure emerged, a young man calling himself 'Augustus' who though physically Human, had psyker powers on par with The Master from long ago. This mystery youth reunited the Legion through charisma mixed with cruelty, as well as displays of psychic power. Eventually, he grew the Legion again and began preparing for revenge.

However, there are hints that Augustus is no natural-born being, but a construct made by some secret group with Old World Knowledge. If that is the case, what would be their reasons?

Either way, the Mojave has prospered a little in ten years of peace. Mr. House, the ruler of New Vegas, is fast aeging, and the brewing struggle for succession has the NCR Ambassador worried. At the same time, new factions, a mix of tribals, refugees, and various societies descended from Vault Dwellers are streaming into the Mojave from the north, straining the existing ones' patience and turning the edge of the region into a more lawless place - A bad omen for the new administration set up by the NCR to help the region transition to a proper State.

These newcomers bring word not just of Augustus' rise and his conquests, but also of his intentions: He is coming for the Mojave.

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All right, this is an Open World RP with a larger plot mixed in with sandbox elements. Players are encouraged to make OCs, but also have the option of writing up a Faction, which in turn is a group of people that have pooled their resources to try and influence the destiny of the Mojave. Factions can be part of a larger canonical nation (NCR, Legion, Mr. House), a smaller canon faction (The Khans, the Followers of the Apocalypse, the Mojave Brotherhood of Steel), or an OC faction of one's own making.

1.) No godmodding, powerplaying, metagaming, etc. etc.
2.) Note, there will be sexual themes in this RP, but anything above nudity is forbidden, because I don't want us to get banned.
3.) No OOC feuding! If you must argue, be respectful. IC, meanwhile, you can hate each other as much as you like as long as it doesn't seep over to OOC.
4.) Please notify me if you will be gone longer than a few days, I myself will let you guys know if I will be gone.
5.) I reserve the right to control or kill off Custom Factions made by inactive players, and control and write out (but not necessarily kill) OCs made by those inactive players.
6.) All player characters must be OCs unless you control a Canon Faction (or sub-faction), and even then it's encouraged you use OCs so as not to derail canon characters' personalities. You are, however, allowed to temporarily control merchant/bartender/officer canon characters (such as Trudy from Goodsprings) if you want to buy something, do a scene inside a bar, or other minor interactions.
7.) All relationships between people of the same age group are allowed, whether homosexual or heterosexual as long as it does not violate RPGuild Rules. Also, in the RP, Augustus repealed the Legion's ban on homosexuality and made it legal even among Legionnaires.

Name: Athena / "Tina"

Age: 28

Looks:

Personality: Given her unnaturally great stature and strength, it would be fair to assume an equally great sacrifice had to be made in her mental faculties, and one wouldn't be entirely wrong in going down that train of thought. While Athena certainly isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, so to speak, she isn't outright stupid or intellectually challenged. What she lacks in brains however, she more than makes up for with her big heart. Get past the rough outer exterior and cold suspicion, and you'll find a tribal willing to go to any length to protect those she considers precious or close to. Despite many years wandering the harsh and unforgiving wastes, you will find Athena is still a somewhat good person, not above performing some unsavory actions if it will benefit herself or those she is close to, but also determined to only take such shady opportunities if they are the only option left. In battle, Athena prefers to get close to her enemies, smashing away, and more importantly keeping attention away from those less sturdy than herself.

Faction: Twin Mothers Tribe (Formerly)

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength: 10
Perception: 6
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 4
Agility: 6
Luck: 3

Backstory: Athena was not born to the Twin Mothers Tribe, though she was raised in their ways. Her mother was the sole survivor of a raider ambush while Athena was still in the womb, and by complete accident she stumbled upon the hidden valley the tribe called their home. Too wounded and weary to return to the Wasteland, Athena's mother settled down and would give birth a few months afterwards. Sadly, her mother would not survive this ordeal, dying in the childbirth despite the best efforts of the shamans and the Goddess Diana's attendants. Athena herself was born sickly and was not expected to last long. The chieftess of the tribe could not accept this outcome, and so pleaded with the Goddess for her to aid the child. The Goddess accepted this request, and Athena was taken beneath the earth, into the bowels of Diana's metallic temple. There, the Goddess healed her and bestowed a fitting name upon the newborn. Athena's childhood was simple and blissful, and she still remembers the time fondly. While she was often chastised regarding her lack of interest in the learned arts, it was clear even from this point that the Goddess Diana had another position in mind for her newest disciple. The blessing of the Goddess took shape as incredible bouts of growth in strength and stature, making her tower over the other children of the tribe. As she continued to grow older and older, this growth showed no sign of stopping, and so the elders and chieftess deemed Athena to be a prime warrior candidate, a position that Athena herself greatly looked forward to ascend to when her training was finally complete.

Sadly, she never got that chance. While on the cusp of accomplishing the rite of passage into adulthood, the strange conquerors from the south arrived in their valley, championed by a great beast of a man. He spoke with the Goddess, and blinded by rage as Diana rejected him and his men, the monster destroyed the village and the temple of the Goddess. Athena and what few survivors remained had no choice but to flee west, past the Great Colorado River, and into areas known by the locals as "The Mojave". By the time they arrived, their numbers had dwindled to such an extent that there was little hope of ever restoring the tribe. They had lost their connection with the Goddess, and so they were doomed to an aimless existence. Athena bid final goodbyes to those she had painstakingly protected on their journey west, and wandered off into the desert, seeking a new purpose for herself.

Name: Jacob “Smiling Jack” Hughes

Age: 41

Looks:


Personality: As his nickname implies, Hughes is almost always seen with a smile on his face. He is known to have a cheerful and jolly personality. When not engaged in combat he is known for being laid back and cordial. Even those that only met him could expect a warm greeting from the man, even though opposed to his ideology.

However this genial attitude has been observed in situations where it would be considered bad taste. In fact Hughes has openly admitted to relishing combat. His joyful inclination is on full show when he is in a gunfight. Hughes cracks jokes and makes banters with his troops while exchanging gunfire. He is also known to savor inflicting acts of cruelty on his enemies, specially after combat. So much so that he had been accused several times of violating multiple laws in the NCR. It is only because of Greene’s financial and political capital that Hughes has not been convicted yet.

Faction: Black Falcon Group

S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 6
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 8
Luck: 5

Backstory: Following the assassination of Kimball and the victory at the Hoover dam, a vocal minority began to grow in the NCR. A group of people who felt that the Legion threat needed to be destroyed at its core. That Legion should have been eradicated while they were weak and scattered. That anyone in the Mojave and elsewhere that didn’t support the New Californian state was an existential enemy. That anyone who was not with the NCR should be shot. This wave of ultranationalism only seemed to grow stronger when the Chosen One enacted several reforms that seemed to curtail the bloated NCR armed forces. Many saw this as a betrayal of those who died at the dam. Specially since the NCR never pursued the Legion beyond the dam itself.

Former Major Jacob Hughes was present during the second battle of the Hoover dam. Hughes and his company were tasked with holding the surface of the dam against waves against waves of legionaries. At the end of the day, the Republic held and won against the Legion. However the victory came at a very steep prize. Only Hughes and former Junior Lieutenant Kelly Winters were the only officers to survive. Only 14 troopers survived the battle all in all. Winters needed an amputation and Hughes was close to absolute exhaustion. Both were awarded for their bravery. Winters was discharged from the Army because of her injuries. Hughes officially retired following that. The pair did not stay idle though. Hughes managed to convince Winters to move to the Hub. There the two would form their own mercenary group. From that moment on, the Black Falcons group was formed. It was named after Hughes and Winters favorite bar in the Hub, the Maltese Falcon. Hughes was far from the first to offer such services. However many clients found themselves favoring him over other mercs because of Hughes’ disarming personality.

It was also during this time that Hughes first flirted with ultranationalist ideology. Hughes found himself intermingling with the Patriot’s Club, a veteran’s organization that called for more militarization and the complete military occupation of the Mojave. The organization was headed by Rick Sanchez, a ghoul gentleman who spoke effectively to the angst and disappointment felt by NCR vets. Sanchez and Hughes would work together afterwards. With Sanchez bringing Hughes new recruits for his growing outfit and the charismatic Hughes speaking for the Patriot’s Club. Eventually Sanchez would introduce Hughes to one Gerry Greene. Greene was a very influential water baron who was close friends with the late Andrew Kimball. In fact Greene had a catering service that Kimball often used for both public and private functions. This earned Greene the nickname “Kimball’s Chef”. Greene contracted Hughes to protect his caravans going through and from the Mojave. Greene would also use the Black Falcons for less savory operations. Such as putting down worker’s strikes and sabotaging his rivals.

The Black Falcons only continued to grow in size, bringing in more income for Hughes. However Hughes found himself more and more dissatisfied with his success. Hughes found himself having to deal with more and more paperwork. Often spending days inside his office. He enjoyed being outside and fighting. The bureaucratic workings of the mercenary company brought him no joy. That was when Greene offered him a proposal. Greene would become his business partner. Greene would handle the administrative operations of the company while Hughes would lead from the field. Hughes was only more than happy to accept. Following their partnership, Hughes now found himself more and more in the Mojave. At first he continued his job guarding caravans in the Mojave. Often against the Fiends. Sometimes they were Greene’s water caravans, other times they were Crimson Caravans. Then he found himself on security details again. Escorting prominent NCR politicians around the Mojave. However the job he favored the most was jobs that guaranteed combat.

One engagement in particular brought the Black Falcons into the NCR’s public consciousness. The Talons were contracted to support the NCR Army in a raid against the Fiends. After a particularly bloody battle, only a few Fiends were left alive. Most were in critical condition. Hughes took a picture with one of the Fiends who lost an arm. He held her by her hair and raised her head for the camera. Like a hunter showing off their trophy catch. The pictures somehow found their way into the NCR media. Almost overnight, Smiling Jack and the Black Falcons became infamous back home in California. Specially after several journalists began to discover the brutal and near sadistic methods the Falcons use during and after a battle. Hughes didn’t mind all the extra attention. In fact Hughes would be the person responsible for inviting these journalists with him out on Black Falcon operations. Often he would display the sheer brutality of his group with a smile on his face. Ever since Hughes has been a polarizing figure back in California. To some people, he is seen as a rabid extremist. No better than the Legion in practice and ideology. To others he is seen as a hero. Doing necessary evils to protect the Republic from the Legion and other powers that threaten it. As for Hughes, he couldn't be bothered less with his image. He continues to do what he believes is right in the Mojave and enjoys the fact that he's getting paid handsomely for it.

Faction Name: Black Falcons Security Group


Black Falcons Officer Uniform


Black Falcons Private/Specialist Uniform
(Original source for the uniforms.)

Faction Leader: Functionally Jacob Hughes, though the company itself is a partnership between himself and Gerry Greene.

Are they Canon?: No

Numbers: 200, about 140 are field agents. The rest are bureaucratic staff. This is the maximum number allowed by the NCR government at the time.

Tech Level: The Black Falcons enjoy the same equipment and necessities as the NCR army. This equipment comes from those who sympathize with Hughes's ideology as well as Greene's political connections. However the Black Falcons also have the luxury of choosing from other suppliers, such as the Crimson Caravans and the Gun Runners. For example, a Black Falcons Squad employs a machine gunner who often uses a Saw Light Machine Gun. A weapon not openly available to the NCR military but is sold by the Gun Runners.

Location(s): The Black Falcon's Headquarter office and camp is in Freeside. In front of the King's School of Impersonation. Hughes had the building renovated in 2287, as the Black Falcons became more and more involved in the Mojave. Ever since the Falcons had become a common sight in Freeside, making the perilous situation between Freesiders and the NCR even more strained.

History: In 2283 at the Hub, former Major of the NCR Army Jacob Hughes and former Junior Lieutenant Kelly Winters founded a small mercenary group known as the Black Falcons. An organization named after Highes and Kelly’s favorite drinking spot, the Maltese Falcon. Hughes’ charming personality made his group stand out against their competition. Eventually through Hughes’ connections, The Black Falcons would come into contact with one Gerry Greene. Greene was an old guard oligarch who benefited greatly from his friendship with the late President Kimball. Greene began to rely more and more on the Black Falcons to protect his products because of the NCR’s increasing antagonism against his business interest. Greene would enter into a partnership with Hughes after many successful business dealings. This would then grow the mercenary group into the dominant security force in the Mojave.

Following 2286, the group began to concentrate in the Mojave. The Black Falcons also began receiving training from former NCR rangers. In 2287, the organization’s headquarters was moved to Freeside in the Mojave. It was only in the same year that the group began to gain notoriety in the NCR after several journalist discovered the brutal methods that Hughes and his operatives utilized. In 2288, the NCR government enacted several laws that limited the operational capacity of the Black Falcons group. Including putting a hard limit on the number of field operatives that the group can employ and officially banning the group from purchasing equipment from the military. However, thanks to Greene’s political savvy and numerous connections, the Black Falcons haven’t been affected in any major capacity. Like its founder, the Black Falcons as an organization are often seen as a dividing figure within the NCR core territories. Specially as they continue to enact often inhumane tactics in their effort to fully secure the Mojave for the NCR.

Faction Name: Helaman's Army

Faction Leader: PC name here

Are they Canon?: No

Numbers: (Larger than 15, smaller than 300 unless you're a Canon Faction.)

Tech Level: Helaman's Army (or simply Helarm, as some of tribals call it) has worked hard to maintain a standard of equipment comparable to veteran units of the NCR. The lack of an established nation forces it to rely on outside sources of weapons, but years of cooperation with the Gun Runners and a network of traders allow Helarm to regularly resupply.

Much effort has been spent building up a base of knowledgeable mechanics, and Helarm has access to some scavenged vehicles.

Location(s): (Pick a Canon Location in the Mojave Wasteland to put your faction in; Maps can be found online. Note that unless you have a good explanation, the north of the Mojave is the best place for OC factions.)

History: (Your Faction's History.)

Name: Marvin Jackson Hiller

Age: 236

Personality: Marvin has gone through decades of wandering in the wasteland that is now known as their world. Understandably, he's gotten used to everything and doesn't hesitate to do what he needs to do to survive. Of course, he still has some semblance of morality - but twisted to his own rules where not everyone might agree with it. That's just how it is with most people and Marvin doesn't regret the fact that he has gotten used to everything. It made it easier to move forward when someone dies or someone leaves him. Marvin doesn't easily attach with others, but a long time and more experiences with people can make him grow closer and make someone more important to him than the passing wastelander.

Despite all this, Marvin at first meeting is entirely different from what he feels inside. Marvin actually is probably one of the happier people you'd meet. He seems like the happy-go-lucky guy that wouldn't survive a day in the wasteland. He would belt off jokes, sarcastic and witty remarks every now and then. When it comes to interactions, sometimes he doesn't take it too seriously. Sometimes, Marvin comes off as an insesitive bloke mostly because he doesn't seem to find anything off-limits nowadays. He's seen a lot of stuff. He's gotten used to it. He often forgets that others may not have adjusted as well as him.

Faction: Mercenary | Frequently hired by Mr. House

S.P.E.C.I.A.L=
Strength: 4
Perception: 10
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 10
Luck: 4

Backstory: