[center][h2][color=gold][i]Fallout: Den of Thieves[/i][/color][/h2][/center]
      [i]In the year 2077,[/i] the Great War rained it's atomic fire upon the world, leaving most of the world's population to die. Those that survived, did so in the enormous underground Vaults. These Vaults offered shelter to everyone lucky enough to be given the privilege of admittance. Though a good number of the Vaults had malfunctions, humanity has found a way to repopulate the devastated world. Mexico City, which had been a massive crime hub before the War, has returned to it's old traditions. 

      [i]Mercenaries[/i], scavengers, smugglers, cartels, even prostitution is present and more active than ever in what has been come to be known as Madman's Paradise by some. You have come looking for wealth, whether it's to keep yourself fed, buy bigger and better weapons, or even to get some alcohol or chems to drown your problems, all of which are more than available. Looking around the city, you notice the same fliers offering a chance at serving with a new mercenary band, as of yet unnamed. 

      [i]This[/i] group would offer you shelter, food, protection, and a family in the harshness of the badlands of the Sierra Madre desert. It says to meet the man in charge, who is currently staying in the [i]Swooning Cazador[/i] near the outer area of the city. It's up to you, but this could be a way out of living like... whatever you would call how you're living. But in the harshness of the wasteland, it feels safer having the protection of a family. And protection is important in the Sierra Madre, because war... War never changes.

      [i]Applications are available under this flier. If anyone should have more questions feel free to visit me and ask. I will look over all final applications for acceptance. Both soldiers and tactical thinkers are welcome. To turn in applications, simply bring them to me at the Swooning Cazador. I look forward to seeing your application for myself. 
Warm regards,
[color=salmon]Jacobson[/color][/i]
[center][h2][color=gold][i]Character Sheet[/i][/color][/h2][/center]
Name:

Race:

Age([i]Between 20 and 30[/i]):

Physical Description([i]Can use images or just describe, doesn't matter[/i]):

Bio([i]1-2 paragraphs at the most[/i]):

Weapon of Choice([i]No Rocket Launchers or Miniguns; they will probably be used throughout the story, but more as special weapons to use for certain tasks, not as a weapon to constantly use[/i]):

Armor([i]Anything similar to combat, raider, or leather armor; additions such as dusters are okay[/i]):

[center][h3][color=gold][i]My Character Sheet[/i][/color][/h3][/center]
[center][hider=My CS]Name: Jacobson

Race: Caucasian

Age: 24

Physical Description: lean build; not-quite-chiseled jaw; has a scar on his right cheekbone; short dark brown hair and beard and blazing green eyes

[hider=Bio(It's kind of long and terribly written, but it is what it is)]Jacobson had a childhood growing up with the Crimson Caravan Company based in New Vegas. After reaching the age of 18, he was given the option to leave the CC to find his own path, which he took. With nothing more than the clothes on his back, an extra 9mm pistol offered to him, and a knapsack of water and potatoes and carrots, he set off for Freeside, the 'border town' of The Strip. Once there, he ended up as a guard at Silver Rush, Freeside's premier energy weapons vender. Having to constantly wear combat armor and hold a laser rifle, Jake soon came to the conclusion that he didn't like the somewhat bulky armor and heavier energy weapons. After two years, he offered to escort a caravan of Silver Rush weapons heading into Mexico City. It was an escape from standing in a store almost 12 hours a day, and he was given his wish. 
      Skip ahead eight months, and the caravan was close to ten miles out of the city, a mercenary group that had been hired to attack the caravan did so, and with more than enough firepower. Instead of focusing on taking out everyone in the caravan, the group decided to use a mini nuke to take out everything. Jacobson, being the rear-most guard, wasn't caught in the main blast, but was still thrown away from the caravan and knocked unconscious. He woke up in the middle of the night and stumbled upon a small homestead and passed out again in the front yard. To this day, he doesn't remember the people who lived in the house that tended to him and treated his radiation, but he still thanks them and keeps an eye over their home. After recovering, he decided to head to Mexico City and figure out who had attacked his caravan. Once a year passed in the city, Jacobson decided that, "If you can't beat them, be like them."[/hider]

Weapon of Choice: hunting rifle with a scope & a 9mm smg

Armor: leather armor with a light brown duster over; a tan leather cowboy hat to protect skin from the elements; gold rimmed aviator sunglasses[/hider][/center]