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Fallout: Vancouver

How about a faction trying to go back to the "old ways" of governing? Democracy didn't work out and lead us to war, so maybe falling back on a monarchy/feudal system?

Or alternatively, having a select few with power is too risky and so they just go straight to communism.

Idk, just throwing out ideas.

Fallout: Vancouver

wip because it's late and i'm tired. i'm gonna be pretty busy tomorrow so idk when i'll finish this, but this is just to let everyone know i'm here.

Hider

Name: Edith "Six" Chen
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Picture/Appearance:


Affiliation: The Empire

Backstory:

tl;dr started in the empire, left, is back as a hired gun

Mirror, Fox, Key

Meryn landed roughly on the tree branch. Disoriented and off-balance, she tried to steady herself on the quaking limb. The seizing felidrake in her hand didn't help matters. Nor did the screeching tree demon in front of her. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in shock as crystals, black as tar, grew and crept over its body, consuming it. Then wooden talons burst through the poor creature's body in a spray of blood. Meryn immediately released the felidrake, arms coming up to protect her face. The felidrake remained suspended in the air by the demon's claws.

The felidrake stopped moving. The crystals encased its body. Someone shouted at her from below.

She looked down to see a man, with Spook's voice, wearing his clothes, but instead of the mask she'd come to accept as his face, there was an actual… face. Or some mangled distortion of one. It wouldn't have been so alarming if tar black crystals weren't encasing half of it.

The demon roared at her again, forcing Meryn's attention back up. She ducked against the tree trunk as a clawed hand swiped at her. her feet reflexively coiled up towards her chest and then struck out with a strength that could only be born of desperation. Her boots met the creature square in the chest. It screeched and toppled off the branch, along with the felidrake's crystalized corpse. Meryn didn't wait to see how it scrambled to grab onto the next available branch.

Pushing herself forward, Meryn leaped with all the grace of a fish on land. She landed on the next branch, her feet precariously balancing on it, and pushed herself up against the tree. She made her way to the next branch and the next, never allowing herself to stop until she'd reached the end of the tree line. She was still too high, too far from the ground, but in her desperation to put space between herself and the forest, she launched herself off the last branch anyway, out onto the field.

The ground was quick to meet her and she fell into a sloppy roll. Pain arced from her shoulder to her hip across her back. Out of habit her feet arranged themselves so she stood coming out of her roll, and she stumbled forward with the momentum. Meryn barely managed to keep from falling over as one hand came up to her temple and her eyes squeezed shut. Her body was not pleased with her, but that wasn't a surprise. Her eyes cracked open to see a splattering of crimson on the sleeves of her jacket. Meryn froze as she remembered the blood wasn't hers. It was the felidrake's. The infected, dead felidrake. Spook's warning of the disease echoed in her mind.

Meryn shoved her bag off her shoulder and onto the ground. With both hands, she grabbed the back of her collar and yanked the dirty jacket off, throwing it to the floor a few feet away. Shaking hands felt at her face, her arms, her hair, for any traces of crystals on her skin. Her breath was coming out in frantic, shallow puffs.

Fallout: Vancouver

Ok this has literally nothing to do with the rp anymore. I vote you either end this or move it to a pm

Fallout: Vancouver

I'm also checking in. Also for the synths and super mutant thing… are we really debating realism in a setting with what are essentially orcs and sentient zombies? What's the harm if people want to play as those characters? It's a game. Also, while we know a lot about the fallout world, we certainly don't know everything and I think we have plenty of room to get creative with how certain groups have moved or formed. If someone has a reasonable explanation for why their character is the way they are then I don't think anyone can really tell them 'no you can't do that.' Unless they're the gm I suppose.

Lantern

Artemis kept her back turned as the old woman spoke. Her mouth began to skew into a displeased frown, though she was careful to keep her posture even. That hadn't gone according to plan. Berating herself for such sloppy work, Artemis schooled her face into something more neutral. She turned back around to see the witch clambering down from the roof.

A reevaluation was in order.

She followed the witch into her mangled cottage, ducking around the odd tree branch protruding from the walls. Artemis didn't bother to hide the way she looked around, trying to make sense of the environment. This old woman… this witch, she wouldn't stand for false charm or niceties. And she clearly already knew who Artemis was. Or at least, she knew the situation. Blunt and guarded, and too clever to be fooled easily.

Artemis wrapped another character around herself.

Standing in the doorframe, she centered herself around the heat from the Lantern in her hand. She felt the weight of the rosary around her wrist and the rabbit mask tied at her waist. Her bare, dirty feet against the ground.

She focused her blue gaze on the witch. When she spoke, her voice was a little less slick, a little less composed. Artemis wanted to kick herself at how her voice seemed to quake ever so slightly, as though she were some lost child.

"Where am I?"

Mirror, Fox, Key

so it is!

sorry about taking forever. first i couldn't figure out what to do, then i was busy all weekend, and then i still couldn't figure out what to do, resulting in this messy post.

i leave it up to our glorious leader to decide where meryn and co. pop up.

Mirror, Fox, Key

Nope nope nope Meryn was not having a good time. She stood frozen for a moment halted by the reality of tree demons attacking them. Then Lily's voice cracked through the horror. Meryn turned to see her yanking on Spook's arm, pulling him (and the demon) along. Fat crimson droplets trailed after them from the hole pierced through Spook's middle. Meryn glanced back at Alex. The guardsman already had his sword out and was facing down multiple tree creatures. A caged, yowling felidrake was on the ground a bit behind him. Alex… he'd be fine, right? Of all of them, he was the one trained for this. Then again, Meryn doubted they covered 'Fighting For Your Life Against Angry Living Trees' in the militia's introductory lessons.

But still.

Trusting (hoping) in Alex's ability to not die, Meryn turned to run after Lily and Spook. They were already a fair distance away, Lily awkwardly pulling Spook and the demon after her. Another tree creature was chasing after them, wild and enraged. Meryn's eyes widened and she took off. The creature was fast, much faster than Lily could possibly be carrying Spook's dead weight. They weren't going to make it.

Meryn sprinted after Lily and the demon, the bell around her neck ringing in time with her frantic steps. Her teeth gritted against the pain lancing through her side, but she ignored it as best she could. The distance between them was beginning to close.

Meryn couldn't fight, could barely read, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to move. And teleporting was awfully efficient.

She lunged forward and grabbed onto the rough bark of the demon's arm in the same moment she yanked out her felidrake from its spot in her bag and shoved the poor creature into its hissing face. The felidrake shrieked in terror. With a sharp pop, all three disappeared.

Lantern

Aaaaah thanks! ^.^

S.P.E.C.I.A.L (Fallout)

i'm cool with whatever allows me to play as a synth. i have a character in mind ^.^