If you came here to join me, then you probably know the drill; this is the year 2281 AD, and this hellhole, the Mojave Wasteland, is a prize being fought over by the New California Republic, whom I left after they broke their ideals one too many times, Caesar's Legion, evil fucks who are as stuck in the mistakes of the past as they say we are, and Mr. House, a money-grubbing bastard who would gladly suck the Wasteland dry. There are a bunch of smaller factions: the Khans, the Fiends, the Brotherhood's stragglers, the Followers, and the Kings, and then there are us.

Our group is named The Counterattack, and we're a group of citizens who seek to hinder the Legion when the NCR's regulars cannot. We seek to use the Legion's own tactics against them, and unlike the NCR High Command, we accept almost anyone willing to fight Caesar and his greed for power; Ghouls, Super Mutants, Robots and even those 'Synths' who sometimes wander in from the East, as long as they stand for the NCR's ideals even when the NCR itself doesn't, they're with us. Of course, General Lee Oliver and his goons do not like this idea of armed folk going behind their back thinking they can do better than them, so I got us some connections with the NCR Government - A Senator named Pete Tannhauser who's willing to sponsor us.

Now we can act without the higher-ups in Camp McCarran getting in our way... If we can prove this works. So what do you say? Want to bust some Legion Heads together?

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All right, as my last attempt at making a Fallout Sandbox RP failed miserably, I'm going to make an RP that, although it still leaves room for players to have a lot of freedom, will have a central plotline that those who want direction can flock to, and which affects and will be affected by events occuring elsewhere in the playable area. But what is that plot?

This is a Fallout: New Vegas RP set as close to canon as possible, only The Courier and the Platinum Chip he was carrying are missing (but not dead). An ex-NCR Ranger, disenchanted with the Massacre at Bitter Springs several years earlier, has formed an organization of partisans to fight the Legion on their own terms. You are most likely part of this faction, but you also have the option of forming your own (within limits), joining up with the larger forces (yes, including the antagonists), or just going it alone (not recommended unless you are a veteran RPer).

Just remember: War, War Never Changes.

1.) No godmodding, powerplaying, metagaming, 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 do 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.

Faction Name: The Counterattack

Faction Leader: Randall Stanley, an Ex-NCR Ranger who left the NCR (honorably) after the Bitter Springs Massacre, with sponsorship from Peter Tannhauser, an NCR Senator who sympathizes with him.

Are they Canon?: No.

Numbers: 100

Tech Level: The Counterattack has access to NCR weapons and armor, within reason, and a few guns and ammunition crafted by the Gun Runners. However, their medical technology and supplies are limited by what they can buy or craft, while their ability to produce energy weapons is minimal until they can get Vault 11's systems working. As a partisan group, The Counterattack make good use of poisons and camoflauge, as well as dynamite and improvised explosive devices.

Location(s):

- Vault 11 (Main Base).
- 188 Trading Post (Not Owned, but they have a recruitment station there).
- Sloan (Not Owned, but they have a recruitment station there).

History: "When a Republic fails to commit to its ideals, the solution is to acknowledge it, fix it, and strive for a more perfect union," that was the creed of Randall Stanley, an NCR Ranger who left the NCR Military after the Massacre at Bitter Springs three to four years ago. A consummate idealist with enough pragmatism to know that he needed allies, Randall spent a year or more trying to get the NCR's top brass to acknowledge that not only will the Legion return to the Mojave, but the current tactics and strategy of the NCR needed to be... supplemented by a force who knew the Legion's methods and mindset without falling prey to the temptations of the latter.

Obviously, this earned him the reputation of being a nutjob, but Randall was persistent and eventually found a sponsor in a young NCR Senator, Peter Tannhauser, whom he saved from some thugs hired by one of the latter's political rivals. After spending another year serving as Peter's chief bodyguard and godfather to Peter's son, Leonid, Randall then returned to the Mojave with money, connections, and political protection against a suspicious NCR Army High Command. After taking in the news of the Legion driving the NCR out of the Arizona Spillway and back into the Mojave, Randall then began recruiting mercenaries, ex-NCR soldiers, and random citizens to an audacious mission: Find the mysterious, and presumably empty, Vault 11.

Travelling eastward from the Mojave Outpost, Randall went with a small group of the most hardened mercenaries and former NCR Soldiers, laying false trails just in case people heard of his activities - Which they did. A band of Legion assassins ambushed them close to the 188 Trading Post, but Randall got lucky and took out their commading officer with a stick of dynamite and scattered the raiding party. Nevertheless, after finding Vault 11 and taking out the giant rats, mantises, and radscorpions infesting the structure, Randall knew that he needed more secure operations from now on if he was to get away with raiding the Legion.

Hopefully, a Senator's money and connections can get him a good spymaster, right?

Name: Carmen Castro

Age: 32

Looks: Life within the Brotherhood of Steel had its advantages. With a strict training regimen and a good diet, she had a healthy upbringing. Carmen Castro is 5'7 and 160 pounds. While she was more muscular in her youth, she still maintains a strict exercise routine with a strong focus on cardio which gives her an athletic build. She is of Latino descent. She keeps her hair no longer than shoulder length. Long hair simply gets in the way of work. After a brutal Legion ambush, she carries a few scars from a machete along her torso and is missing a ring finger.

She alternates between three outfits
1. Field Outfit: When out in the field, she wears repurposed, tan military fatigues,a sun helmet, and a utility belt. This outfit
acts as useful camouflage in the desert while also keeping her cool. The utility belt carries her field rations, first aid,
mechanical tools, and ammo.
2. Mechanic: When working on maintenance, she dons on a red mechanic's jumpsuit with a construction gloves.
3. Casual: In the rare chance Carmen can find downtime, she wears simple brown flannel with blue overalls.

Personality: The disillusionment from the Brotherhood of Steel's teaching encouraged Castro to be skeptical and open-minded. After deserting the BoS, she worked with the Followers of the Apocalypse. There, she gained an optimistic, but cautious attitude. Despite the hardships in the Mojave, Carmen believes a better future for the Mojave is possible. Though, she finds herself on a dangerous tightrope. If the Brotherhood discovers her desertion, she is fearful they will kill those around her; however, she yearns for the strong sense of family that they used to offer. For this reason, she keeps her past a secret. Furthermore, she fears that the Counterattack would see her desertion as an act of cowardice or disloyalty. It wouldn't be too far from the truth. For this, she finds it hard to relate to others. How can build a connection with someone if you keep your past locked away? Despite this obstacle she maintains a friendly and helpful attitude in her every day life. She doesn't enjoy keeping her hands still so is often finding anything she can do to assist-which mainly means mechanical work.

Faction: The Counterattack

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

Backstory:
In 2249, Carmen was born to Anthony and Paola in the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel. Her father served as a Brotherhood Knight whereas her mother belonged to the Order of Scribes. Like every child born within the Brotherhood of Steel, she was taught the dogmatic view that the barbarians of the waste could not be trusted with technology. The Brotherhood of Steel's purpose was to protect humanity by hiding the destructive technology of the past. With the Brotherhood of Steel guarding relics of the past, humanity would benefit. These dogmatic teachings were not all bad. Carmen received a robust education ranging from reading, math, science, first aid, and combat tactics.
Carmen preferred the academic courses over the military courses. In 2272, she graduated from her squire position, she was given the choice between the Order of Knights or the Order of Scribes. There were reports of the NCR encroaching further into the Mojave. While there were no official hostilities yet between the two factions, the threat of violence frightened Carmen. Due to the future threat of the NCR, Carmen made the cowardly decision to join the Order of Scribes; however, that would not protect her from the war. Scribe Carmen transferred to Helios One shortly thereafter.
By 2274, the NCR and BoS were officially at war with each other. Elder Elijah fortified Helios One-trapping Carmen within. As the war went on, the she became disillusioned with the BoS. Despite all their training, all their technology, and all their knowledge, the Brotherhood was losing to the NCR. Desertion became appealing with each passing day; however, if she were caught, a brutal execution would follow. Instead, she would have to bide her time. Operation Sunburst offered Carmen a chance to escape in the heat of battle. She hopes that the BoS listed her as KIA. If they were to discover she deserted the Brotherhood, she fears how they would retaliate.
After deserting the BoS, Carmen joined the Followers of Apocalypse for a few years. The Followers offered security and food in exchange for her mechanical aptitude. Life outside the Brotherhood felt rewarding. The Followers were a better family than the Brotherhood. No matter how small a part one played, they were valued. The Followers of the Apocalypse were helping humanity. They were helping rebuild society in ways that the Brotherhood could never. Unfortunately, during a return trip from the Gibson Scrap Yard, the Legion ambushed her caravan. Carmen barely survived. Seeing the brutality of the Legion served as a wake-up call. The BoS lost to the NCR who had a technological disadvantage, and now the NCR is losing to the Legion with a a further technological disadvantage. The Mojave will never be safe until those bastards are destroyed.

Name: Terrance "Terry" Whitmire
Age: 19
Appearance: (Heroforge)
Personality: Not much for words, Terry is a reserved young man who likes to keep to himself. He prefers to stay focused on the job, a holdover from his time as a survival expert and hunter. He prefers to keep his answers short and to the point, though he does give his tips and insights when he believes they are needed.

Faction: The Counterattack

S.P.E.C.I.A.L
Strength: 5
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 9
Luck: 6

Backstory: Formerly a citizen of a small village named Norman's Gulch (named after its founder, Norman Barrister), Terry lived with his mother and two younger brothers, making a living as a hunter, trapper, and survival guide. Terry trained himself with his dad's old rifle, becoming very good at hunting and sniping, becoming a master marksman. Despite trouble with nearby raiders, the town could handle itself for the most part. Along with the rifle, his father had left behind a powerful relic from the Old World; a GECK, still unused, in case they ever needed to regrow the area.

However, the good times were not to last. The Legion, expanding westwards, launched its forces to crush and enslave any raider gangs, as well as conquer any towns and settlements they could find. Norman's Gulch was overwhelmed, and even though most of its inhabitants survived, they were scattered to the four winds, and the town itself pillaged and then burnt to the ground. The GECK itself was lost, its fate unknown. Forced to start over in a new settlement, things quickly started to turn sour when a drought hit the area, driving away game and making it hard to grow crops. That's when Gabriel decided to go back and take his chances and head back into Legion territory to reclaim what is rightfully his. Hopefully the GECK will still be operational.

There is, however, something to be said about safety in numbers. Hearing about a group of fighters working together to fight the Legion, Terry figured he could use the extra muscle to help him on his quest. He has not yet told them about the GECK, nor does he intend to; such a rare artefact would have many seeking it, and revealing its presence might endanger him and his mission.

Name: Samuel "Sam" Price

Age: 23

Looks: 5'7" 150 pounds. Tanned weather worn skin tone. Leaner body build from years of working on a farm for most of his life. Dark brown almost black hair kept short, 2" at the longest, and keeps his face clean shaven. Grey green eye color.

He wears a simple uniform most times, loose fitting pants and shirt, ball cap when not in the field. When in the field he has a helmet with goggles and face covers paired with the bits of armor he was able to salvage and piece meal together. The chest and back plates are from NCR combat armor, the arms and legs are metal plates strapped to his limbs with cloth padding under them.
Personality: Typically quiet, keeps to himself. Stays busy repairing, maintaining, cleaning, and modifying things. He has spent the much of the last several years repressing the trama of loosing his family and during his service in the NCR, and the emotions came with it.

Faction: The Counterattack

S.P.E.C.I.A.L= 42/42 spent
Strength: 4
Perception: 6
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 8

Backstory: Samuel Price Jr was born to two settlers from the NCR, Samuel Price Sr and Rebecca Price. The pair were originally farmers in the NCR, but signed up for the NCRs program to settle the wastes when they were forced to sell their land to one of the many agriculture barons that was nearby.

They left for the Mojave in late 2272 and ended up settling further east than most trying to find arable land for raising brahmin as well as other crops for sustaining themselves and to make a living. They managed to establish their new home just east of Nipton. The Price family started to build their home digging the well for them to draw water from. Once the house was mostly finished and their water supply secured, the began to plant the corn and tato plants for their food. Rebecca would take Sam with her out to foraging once the crops were started to help sustain the family until crops were ready for harvest. Eventually they were able to wrangle a few of the roaming big horn so they could start raising them for meat with the brahmin they had brought with them.

By 2274, things were looking better for them as the years went on. Other families established their homesteads not to far from their own and a community began to form. Sam was starting to date a young woman who moved to the area recently and worked as a farm hand.

Often times they would have rangers and scouts of the NCR passing through and they would volunteer food and water knowing how intense the desert can be. After a few years fewer and fewer returned from the east back to the camps. Those that did mentioned a large group to the east that had been conquering the tribes that roamed beyond the other side of the river. This was the first time they really heard anything about Caesar's Legion.

Early one morning the Price family woke to the sounds of the live stock rustling and lowing like they were upset about something. Soon after gunshots started everyone was out of bed and rushing to the windows. At first Sam's father thought it was just raiders trying to make of with whatever they could. Upon looking out one of the windows he recognized the uniforms from the descriptions the passing soldiers had told them. Sam's father told him and his mother to get into the cellar, where they could possibly hide. Once in the cellar, Rebecca had Sam take down some of the boards where they had set up a hiding spot in case of something like this. By the time the boards were down they could hear the door to the house cracking under repeated blows and screams from others in their homes on the homestead. Sam Sr managed to start firing his shotgun off at the legionaries that started to pile through. As Sam got into the hiding spot, the door into the house gave way and Rebecca knew they were running out of time. She started to shove the pre war refrigerator in front of the gap in the wall and telling Samuel to stay in there and quiet. Initially he had started to protest and try to keep the refrigerator from blocking the hole. It was the last time he made eye contact with his mother and he could see that she was trying to make sure he survived. He stopped and quietly nodded in acknowledgement of what she told him, stay quiet, stay here, and wait until it was clear.

He hid in that spot for days listening to the legionaries as they ransacked the homestead. Two times he thought that they were going to find him in the cellar. Both times it seemed they were only as interested as just looking through the shelves for whatever food or drink was down there. By the fourth day, the little bit of rations and water in the hiding spot was starting to thin out as they had not anticipated really needing to stay in there long. He wasn't sure what time it was, figuring it was morning as he had woken up not to long ago, he listened for awhile before slowly pushing the refrigerator out of the way. He found all those the legion had killed and left to rot in the Mojave sun scattered across the farm. The people he buried as best he could, making a marker of all those he thought were slain. He gathered what little supplies were left, his father's broken shotgun, and set off westward to the nearest possible NCR camp or ranger station he could think of to find help. Sam managed to find his way to Ranger station Charlie, and with the help of the Rangers there to Camp McCarran.

He gave a report of what happened to one of the on duty NCOs, as well as started to sign up for the NCR army. While he was a decent shot with a rifle or shotgun, his skills ended up being better suited for repairing the vehicles and equipment wherever he was stationed. Most of his time was spent either in Camp McCarran with occasional deployments to the other camps more forward to take equipment back that had been sent back for repair. In his off hours he spent much of his time at the camp bar, or in one of the other bars throughout New Vegas. Often times he would show up for his shift still intoxicated, much to his superiors displeasure. Due to this and his waning performance Samuel went through several disciplinary reviews, had pay deducted, given menial tasks not relevant to his normal duties, and passed over for promotions.

This went on for two years before Sam hit rock bottom. While on a rare instance of leave he managed to get to go to the Tops casino. While there he managed to draw the attention of the Chairmen due to how much he was winning at black jack. At first he got a few extra free drinks, then a room. It was after he had earned close to $8000 caps another patron accused him of cheating. Sam denied the accusation multiple times to no avail. The other man abruptly stood up from the table and lunged at Sam throwing a wild hay maker at him. Sam was in motion to raise his arms to protect his face, though the alcohol in his system slowed his reaction. The fight continued for a few minutes before security pulled the two apart. Both ended up doing time, though Sam was returned to the NCR for his punishment, and were banned from The Tops.

Stuck in a cell with a terrible hangover, potentially cracked ribs, and a swollen eye brow, Samuel started to reflect on what got him to this spot. Yes he had acted in self defense, that should have been enough to clear him from punishment. However his record of drunkenness and poor overall performance worked against him. Once released from holding, Sam sought help from one of the doctors on base. After several weeks he was able to get himself clean of alcohol and start on the road to breaking the addiction and his performance in the NCR improved.

In his last year of service he was promoted to a private first class. Around that time the rumors of the legion returning to the Mojave were spreading around the camp and the Bitter Springs Massacre story he had heard left Samuel doubting that the NCR would be able to protect the people from the Legion anymore. When the time came for his contract to end, one of the medics, Cindy, mentioned that there was a former ranger looking to recruit people to fight the legion. Samuel gathered his belongings and made his way to 188 trade post where the closest recruiting station was to sign up, offering his skills as a mechanic and an extra gun when needed.

The devastation of his home that he saw still resides in his subconscious largely repressed expect in the occasional nightmare. He maintains abstinence from alcohol for now and gambles only on occasion.