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GM should be back Monday. So just another day, folks. c:
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Does anyone else want a place on the hype train?
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Does anyone else want a place on the hype train?


HYPE TRAIN!!
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HYPE TRAIN!!


Room for one more?
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Room for one more?


COME ON DOWN! ONTO THE HYPE TRAIN!

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HYPE TRAIN! HYPE TRAIN! HYPE TRAIN!
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WO WOO WOO CHOO CHOO CHOO. Get on this Hype train yall.
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Soooo? I can just apply right?
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So... When does the hype train leave the station?
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So... When does the hype train leave the station?


When the GM gets his butt here. He did say Monday. So where is he.
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Boys and girls, thanks for being so patient. I think the universe is doing everything it can to delay this role play. Yesterday hurricane Ophelia hit us and I have no power. Typing this from public access Wi-Fi on my phone. Hopefully the power is returned today but there's 250,000 homes without power and 1000 individual faults, our useless government has informed us it could take a few days for some areas to get power back.

Thanks for being patient, I'll read through the sheets now for an hour while I have access to this and might get around to accepting them. Sorry and thanks, again.
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Boys and girls, thanks for being so patient. I think the universe is doing everything it can to delay this role play. Yesterday hurricane Ophelia hit us and I have no power. Typing this from public access Wi-Fi on my phone. Hopefully the power is returned today but there's 250,000 homes without power and 1000 individual faults, our useless government has informed us it could take a few days for some areas to get power back.

Thanks for being patient, I'll read through the sheets now for an hour while I have access to this and might get around to accepting them. Sorry and thanks, again.


Not a problem man. Just glad you're safe.
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Update

How fortunate are we, you ask? Very. Our gracious government has seen fit to make us one of the first areas for general repairs and power is back. We can get this show back on the road, expect CS approval within the hour.
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Accepted.



<Excited beeping>

Edit: I added OB's club to the end there.


Accepted.

My character sheet. Let me know if anything needs editing.


Accepted.



Accepted.



<Excited beeping>



<Excited beeping>


I'm going to DM you.



Accepted.

Spencer

A.k.a

Atomic Survivor

honestly it’s a bit of an embarrassing name now that I have had to clear up so many times the story




Age: 29

Gender: Male

Occupation: Courier

Sexuality: Do you think this is what I fill my time with? Deathclaws try to rip my face off. Mutants want to make me into stew. And you’re asking me who I like to bed. Is that really that important? I guess ladies. If an answer is expected. I like ladies.

Nationality: Is there a nationality? The world sort of exploded and I see a lot of the same people. Wastelanders.

Race: Human

Karma: Neutral - Look I am not a hero. I am not here to go rescue some folks, but I will if I have to. But I have no desire to go raiding either. Being a Raider seems like a faster way of getting shot and I am not really in the business of getting shot.

Faction Allegiance:

Couriers Militia Coalition

Knight Dawn always told me he was leaving the Brotherhood to make the Wasteland a better place. I always just thought he was joking or wasn’t really serious. Until I heard whispers from every corner of the Wasteland. Something about the Couriers beginning a group.

Run by a former Knight of the Brotherhood. Dawn had really done it. He began to train those who were Couriers or wanted to be Courier how to fight using all the training he had acquired in the Brotherhood to teach the Couriers how to defend themselves.

Color me surprised when one day he shows up while I am scouting. And he just smiles like he hadn’t left. He ask, aren’t you tired of this already? The Wasteland looks vastly different from down here then in the Brotherhood. He tells me.

What did he expect me to do? A Senior Scribe, as a Courier? What did he think he was going to achieve with his idealism? Then again weren’t all the factions in some sense someone’s idealism. We deserted the Brotherhood. In hopes or in belief we were providing a new service to the Wasteland. A safer service.





Many are rather intimidated by the man whose face is obscured to them most of the time. Especially since he wanders in the shadows more often than the irradiated sun. No one is for sure why he obscures his face with the gas mask.

It could be a fashion statement, all though what an odd choice, or it could be that he is concealing himself so someone will not find him. Or maybe it’s because former Knight Captain Dawn tends to put him into tougher positions than others do.

He’ll say something like, those guys are former farmers or former Wastelanders without our background. Just do this. Go into that irradiated, atomic infested building and deliver this holotape. Because that sounds exactly like the vacation he wants.

So who is the man behind the mask. Behind the myth created by rumors.



Really just some ordinary guy sporting a crew cut and tan skin. He doesn’t even seem near as intimidating as his clothing would make him out to seem. Nor does his height, standing at 5’7” he’s short and compact. But lean and fit.

His voice is a lot lighter than you were expecting. Appealing to the ear, with a silvery smoky quality. It’s just the right amount of appealing hoarseness that gives him an attractive quality in this world. The way he pronounces words and speaks makes you really want to take his advice and listen to his orders. Despite his short stature and leanness in body.

Skills:

Small Guns - he’s known for having a deadly shot with his sniper rifle. Some people who like to blow things way out of proportion say he has the eyes of an eagle.

Sneak - he’s rarely heard or seen. The only reason he made it through the feral ghoul infested building was because of his capable skills.

Science - sometimes the best way in is through a computer. And he rather not be spotted or shot at by a machine gun.

Lockpick - and sometimes the best way through a lock door undetected is with a bobby pin

History:

I don’t necessarily like talking about my past. I am not sure if it’s regret or shame or if it’s some reflection of an incomplete self. I feel like an incomplete person when I talk about the person I was compared to the person I am today. But could it be entirely my fault I wonder? Or if Dawn is right and I beat myself up too much.

Before working in the CMC, I was a former Senior Scribe in the Brotherhood. And going from Senior Scribe to Courier is a wide stretch, but I was a product of my times. See I was born into the Brotherhood. I don’t know if that makes people feel sorry for me or ashamed of me. My parents met on the ship, my mother was a lead scientist and my father was some Power Armor wielding Knight. And here I was a product of the newest future. The future in the Wasteland. The future as a Wastelander, well not really. We were taught how to shoot. We were told that Mutants and Raiders were blighted diseases on the very Wasteland itself.

My father taught me how to see through a scope. My mother taught me things about science. And Dawn was a teenager by the time I was a toddler. He was a peer. We were both Squires. But our talents were filtered and screened. I was told I’d do better learning how to do Scribe work. So I shadowed other scribes. For many years.

I was told what we were looking for. Why we were looking for it? And our objective. To wipe away the disease that was the others from the Wasteland. Anyone who got in our way, kill on sight. Dawn described a very different life than the other Scribes or Knights.

He described the loneliness he felt. He described the hardships of the Wasteland. I think eh felt disgusted in himself before I ever did. And I still don’t even know if I feel disgusted in myself or not. If I regret or are ashamed of my previous actions or not. To kill innocent folks because we were told they were bad people. Was I misguided? Was I blinded?

Was I just young? I don’t really know how to answer those questions really. In my late teens Dawn starts to act weird. And other Knights are starting to question his loyalty into the brotherhood. I remember him talking about people in the Wasteland not being able to defend themselves. I remember him discussing some things he really shouldn’t have.

It never came to anyone’s surprise when he ran off and disappeared. He told me he was going to make the Wasteland a better and more productive place. He told me before he left that he was going to provide a service for the Wasteland.

I didn’t know at the time what that meant. Till I was in my early twenties and I started to hear about the CMC. Courier Militia Coalition. It didn’t sound anything like Dawn’s work. But his name was attached and associated with the rumors flying from people’s lips.

To go from a soldier. To someone sending messages. At the time I didn’t get it. I supposed I do now, being what I am, doing what I am. One day I find myself looking for old tech. I liked the missions where I could go out of the field. Anyway I could avoid being stuck at a desk in the Brotherhood the better. And Dawn comes up.

He doesn’t sneak, he’s never been really quiet as an individual. And he seems happy to see me. I wasn’t sure if I was overjoyed to see him or annoyed to see him. I mean I am here now in the CMC, but they were very close to what I was feeling.

He starts telling me about how couriers were found dead with undelivered messages and the importance of the Wasteland for people to receive those messages. He told me about the Capital Wasteland history of mail. To me it sounded like he had lost his mind.

Except that he was being entirely serious. He ask me out of the blue to dump the Brotherhood and help him run the CMC. I was the only one who knew how to navigate the Wasteland without being caught. That I was the very person he was looking for when it came to the actual talent. That these people looking to serve mail, not just old mail, but new mail needed me.

I’m not sure if I really bought his words. I still don’t think I joined or fled the Brotherhood because he wanted me to. I think I did it because I was bored. Or because I was looking for something that completed me as an individual.

When Kill first and No Questions becomes policy. It becomes stifling. Especially when you’re often an intellectual individual who questions the curiosities of the world. To not question the world that science teaches you to question, it becomes imprisoning.

So that’s how I came to be what I am. A glorified heroic courier who probably doesn’t deserve the heroism.

But delivering messages gives me the opportunity to meet new people. And know people. I do agree that being able to contact someone far away in a world that is out to kill you is a nice feeling for them. I am not sure if the CMC was the right answer. It makes us sound like we’re another group of soldiers looking for our own future of this land. When reality is we just wanted to keep other couriers safe on their dangerous quest to deliver messages to someone who may be dead or alive.


Accepted.

WIP - Hopefully my out of the box, niche lore shit is acceptable. He did say get creative.

Fleabite


“You don’t have to worry. We’ll use all of you. Fear after all is the mind killer.”




Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Shaman

Sexuality: Asexual - such desire for pleasure is temptation. It is also a distraction from the deeper understanding of the universe.

Nationality: That is not necessary to know.

Race: Human

Karmat: Evil

Faction Alignment: Beastlords
*Note except the fact that I making this faction more native to the Capital Wasteland than the one in the wikia page. I just felt like throwing the link up

Deep in some irradiated tunnels it is not the feral ghouls you have to worry about. In fact even the ghouls seem cautious of the irradiated, broken down railway system. There is a cult of individuals who can somehow control animals.

They called the tunnels their den. And are notorious cruel to those who enter their territory. They are known for their acts of cannibalism. And are said to have a shamanic leader with abilities beyond controlling animals and that he can hear the words of the Great Mother. Whomever she may be.



Skills:

Med - actual medicine. To his people he’d be considered a healer of some sort. He knows the right tools to help with a wound. While he knows about chems as well, using an assortment of them on his own to seek signs from the Great Mother and hear the voice of the universe. He also pretty handy with a scalpel and bandages.

Char - You know a man who leads or helps lead a cannibalistic group of animal telepaths can be quite persuasive and likeable. Despite being intimidating and kind of creepy, and maybe a little bit insane. But then again aren’t we all a little insane. But it is also this skills that allows him to lead his people and for his people to follow or encouraged to follow.


Just waiting on a history.

**Finished**


Just needs a final revise tomorrow and tie up loose ends with a backstory.






Can't wait to see what adventures await.

<Excited beeping>
Too much? Never.


Accepted. You say your character occupation is in the Commonwealth, we're playing in the Capital Wasteland at the moment.

Yeah, I agree so I fixed it up a bit. If it's still under developed I'd appreciate if you gave me specific things I need to go a bit more depth into or polish.
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Name: Lesley

Age: 22 or so.

Gender: female.

Occupation: professional 'sacker'

Sexuality: heterosexual.

Nationality: Caucasian.

Race: human.

Karma: Neutral.

Faction Allegiance: none

Skills*: small guns, mele wepons, sneak, and repair.

Brief History: Sam was born and raised in a experimental and un finished military vault designed to specially train and recreate a military force in that area after the bombs fall. On Aprill 21'st the valt's systems began too fail and the life support systems went offline, trapping all inhabitants inside. After a few days of trying to get the vault door open the people in the vault began too died off until there were only a few left. It just so happened that Lesley and the few other survivors found some explosives in storage but due too the vault never being completely finished the structural integrity was diminishing, setting off these explosives could trap them in for good or worse kill them from debris. As a group they all decided they would blow the explosives against a week part of the door. Once the smoke cleared she found the door blown open just enough for her and the others to get out but as they thought the room wouldn't hold much longer.

The group of them all rushed through the opening to the outside she had heard so much about not having enough time to grab any equipment except the suits they were wearing and the knife one of the survivors had on their belt. As they rushed into the sunlight, there eyes in pain from the unwelcome beams of light. As the group finaly adjusted too the light they looked back at the collapsed cave opening and noticed the crushed body of a comrade and the faded yellow letters 145 on the blast door, there were three of them now, two of them girls. After that the group learned of the surface worlds imperfections and treacheries, slavers killed the only male of the group and attempted to capture Lesley and the other girl but they escaped from there grasp. Soon enough it was just her, the other girl turned into a ghoul and parted ways with Lesley. After being alone for so long she had too harden herself mentally, emotionally, and physically. She began trying too keep her kind, happy, and carting side buried beneath her armor but it sliped out sometimes.

Equipment: clothing and 'armor' from picture(s), gas mask, two katana's, a hatchet, as well as knives hidden around clothing. She carries a


You like guns, accepted.




Ok, cool some nice sheets. If you're accepted go ahead and stick it in the character tab. I'll have a character up shortly; you can start off the IC if you want.
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Leaving due @Laika's obsession with 4chan garbage.
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Leaving due @Laika's obsession with 4chan garbage.


To clarify, you're leaving because I did not accept your character and removed you from the role play. The main reason you're gone however is your rubbish attitude towards changing pictures, that users have taken issue with, when asked by the GM. Your character sheets are sub par by the threads standards. There's an air of misplaced superiority about your attitude evident from your behavior here and your bio that you might think about changing if you want to avoid situations like this in the future. You seem like unwanted trouble.

Good luck.

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So when's the riot?
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So when's the riot?


pls no
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Awesome. I'll put my sheet up in the index here in a moment.
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@Laika

Will finish that history then. Was more worried the concept wasn't goin' to be accepted. In Fallout 1 and 2 it was about the end of the world becoming more tribal or primitive. So I was sort of following the traditions of the first two games.
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