Dasomen — Roleplayer Guild

Disclaimer: This RP is neither strictly fallout or Mad Max, it is however in their style and inspired by them. Also please do not be offended by the intro as it is "voiced" or rather "in the voice" of a person in this world. And yes, some words are intentionally misspelled due to it being "in the voice". hence gasoline is Guzzoline ect. 
Any art shown here is the respective property of the artist/person who commissioned it and or the company who owns the rights to it. any art displayed here is purely for reference purposes and should not be taken as a definitive example of whatever it is, more of as a guideline. 

This is a world of fire, brimstone, blood and metal. Where vehicles, weapons, and technology has pretty much taken on a religion all of it's own. Think of a more extreme version of fallout, where fallout and Mad Max crash head on into each other in one big mangled fireball in a lightning storm.

NOTICE: I am currently open to the idea of a Co-GM for this RP. if you are interested in that after having read everything here and you think you can ride this radioactive wave, send me a PM. Anyone who is wishing to run as Co-GM will have needed to see the Mad Max movies and be fairly  fluent in fallout. Personally i don't see this as too big of a requirement given they go so well together and are kind of hand and hand (fallout being very inspired by mad max) but if it is... sorry. 

Now then... onto the meat, grits, and Guzzoline!
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Come one lads and lasses, come all and gather round you gits for i bring words from the glass boyz by order of our god! Long live our god! long live Fizzion!  The glass boyz have told me tails they have, rammed stories in my ears and images into my mind! all so i share it with you. all so i give this knowledge to you! so hear my voice, hear my words whelps and treat them as Gospel. Long long ago  the world was covered by vast oceans of water! The glass boys tell of an age when jungles of concrete  and steel stretched high into the sky and reached to the heavens above the clouds. They speak of a time where one did not wish or want for water, where one did not wish or want for food, where the brilliant sparky glow of electric lights lit up the night as if it was day! they speak of an age where water met the sand and there gathered many people who would give good children! They speak of an age of paradise that we have lost! lost this age we have, lost it to the cataclysm and the war and the nuclear fire we have! Glass boyz tell me of a time when civolization rules over all and that all were guarded by the old gods. But the old gods did not prepare, no they were not prepared for what came. The great fire in the sky, the sun on high that burns your back, sears your flesh, and blinds your eyes let off a large plume which the glass boyz  call a solar flair, and they say, they tell us we were not prepared. Strip us of much this solar flair did. hit our land hard. This solar flair robbed the old world of it's power! Electricity! the life blood of the old world stopped flowing freely! Already struggling with conflict the old world was but this... this fire from the sky robbed people of their sanity, of their minds. Without the power flowing, without the sparky shiny glow to light up the night people went mad they did, they lost their fucking minds!
          It wasn't long oh no no no... Glass boyz say it wasn't long at all. The fire from the sky burned away what little sense of control the old world had and soon Nuclear fire also rained down from the heavens indiscriminately it did! Rained down to kill us all, but people survived. oh yes people survived.  the old world built many things, thousands of things Millions of things.... But glass boyz tell of a thing that the old world built called a Vault. it's a place where many old world people went to survive the nuclear fire. Lost to us many of these vaults are... pockets of paradise where food  and water run like never ending rivers. where the sparky glow of electricity still flows, beating like a heart to bring life to these pockets of the old world. Lay hidden they do these vaults.  but soon they open. vaults always open and let people out. some stay locked away for hundreds of years... others stay locked away till people inside want to come out... others well. others are what others are. But these others... these Vault dwellers are pure! No radiation and no mutations! But that not important now... Now after the seas dried up, after the oceans went and hid  away... Now you need to know what's what....

First you lot need to know bout is this. Caps! Caps are cash! you want something best hope you have enough bottle caps to pay for it. want some Guzzoline. PAY CAPS!  want flash new rifle full of sparky bitz? pay caps. well there is arguably more important stuffs to tell you lot about but figure get caps out of way first. Second is the types of lands you need to be mindful of. Wasteland is vast and deserted. filled with seas of sand and stretching further than the eye can see. The wasteland is not safe, not for you, not for me, not for anyone. Nother land is the Radlands. Don't you ever go mistaking a wasteland for no radland. If you lucky or if you smart your car have little machine that will let you know if it safe. go tick tick tickety... you hear that you turn your rig, car, truk bike i don't care which... you turn it round and you run. no one goes into rad lands and comes back out alive. Rad lands are where the bombs fell, where nuclear fire rained down from the sky and scorched the earth. Those two lands all you likely sea as long as you live. but there are also the Dark lands. Old jungles of concrete and steel, home to nasty things the dark lands are. Then you have where you are now! an Oasis ruled by our god! Our god Fizzion! Long live Fizzion and all his sparky and flash glory! May he grant the lucky of us a glorious death in battle to protect his war rigs so we may rest eternal in Valhalla!  But you got other oasis as well. other spots where people gather under a god. God of gas town gives the precious, the righteous, the mighty sacred Guzzoline. God of Bullet town give  bullets a plenty to all who show tribute! and then you have the lands of the metal men... Call themselves the Knights of NOD.... serve some dark god called Cabal. You see the metal men you keep your distance if you want to still be living after the day is done. Not a one of you alive is hard enough to take on a metal man, take on one of them knights of Nod. But all you best be hard enough to take on the muties and the zombies! There be monsters out there in the wastes you gits. So you best be prepared whenever you go out and whenever our god calls on you! Long live Fizzion! may he grant us all flash and sparky glory!

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In this RP you play as a member of Fizzion's oasis. Fizzion is a powerful warlord who is held to be a living god by pretty much everyone. same can be said about the warlords controlling gas town, bullet town, and the other oasis. frankly people just don't know better to be honest. Fizzion's resource that he trades is Nuclear Batteries and electricity. Power lines don't really run out in the waistland connecting cities and villages, so convoys from Fizzion's oasis are sent out to supply other warlords with electricity. This makes Fizzion a rather powerful figure  in the world given without him, without his oasis, no one can have running power in this part of the wasteland. 
He trades electricity for everything. Bullets, Fuel, water, food, even people and medical  supplies. 

Glass boys are the few educated people in the wasteland. They are the scholars, the scientists, and the doctors. They advise the warlords on scientific matters. Glass boys (are also girls, it's more of just a term referring to the position. not trying to be sexest) are holders of ancient knowledge and actually receive formal education and training. Glass boys are valued at roughly 3 times their weight in gold. when they speak, people tend to shut up and listen if it's about something technical or scientific. if it's a matter of tactics or combat however they aren't really the people to go to and their options on the matter are largely disregarded. 

Breeders are well, people found to be of a higher purity level and hold desirable traits like a strong immune system. Their only roll in life is to breed and keep healthy. long story short you aren't going to be playing one but you likely came from one. 

Black Fingers are the mechanics, engineers, and all round grease monkeys. if it's broken they fix it, if it needs to be tinkered with they tinker with it, if it doesn't need to be tinkered with, they likely still tinker with. virtually no one knows more about engines, gears, and the inner workings of mechanical bits than them.  

War Boys are fanatical zealous warriors who devote every waking moment of their life to being allowed into Valhalla, or rather to die in combat for their "god". War Boys cling to sides of vehicles, man weapons, and generally pull rather crazy shit in order to take out anything they are pointed at. saying they have any regard for their own life once things get going would be a bold faced lie. war boys are pretty much bread for war. 

Gear Heads are the drivers of vehicles and devote their lives to driving a vehicle in service to their "god". Gear heads work closely with black fingers, repairing, salvaging, building, and upgrading their vehicle. Their vehicle is practically a temple to their god and everything is done in honor of that god. Most gear heads are fearless drivers.  

Fury Riders are a tempered mix of a war boy and a gear head. Good example of a Fury rider is Mad Max from the films. Often described as forces of nature. when one is "discovered" or "realized" they are prized by their god since this level of skill is rarely ever seen and fury riders soon developed a cult following depending if they live long enough. Fury riders have a bit more mind to them than war boys  and gear heads, so there is a chance they can see through the "god facade " of the warlord but at that point the warlord doesn't care as long as they are loyal. Gear heads and war boys rally  around Fury riders  and the sight of one's vehicle is often something that drives the war boys and gear heads into a focused frenzy of valor.

Doof riders are the little drummer boys of the god's war parties. they keep the beat of the drive and inspire the army to fight and drive harder. they also tend to announce the presence of the army for miles. although technically speaking they don't all play drums. mostly a mix of electric flame spitting guitars, massive drums, and occasionally their own voice. Doof riders have an uncanny ability if used together with other doof riders (normally riding on a large Doof Rig  almost completely made up of speakers and amps) to send an army into a frenzy. A doof Rider's music helps people never loose their moral. a war party on it's own is a scary thing to see, a war party with a Doof Rider playing music  and energizing them is a thing of nightmares. unfortunately the moment a doof rider is killed and the music stops the war party tends to get disoriented  as a fog seems to cloud their mind.  

And then you have the poor and the slaves. same thing really as neither is treated better than the other and they both tend to get the short end of the stick. often sickly, starving, and worked to the brink of death, they toil away only so they can eat at the end of the day. in truth it really sucks to be them. don't worry, you aren't. these guys are essentially the "leftovers". the ones who didn't show any promise for anything more than hard labor. they showed no ability in combat, no power of the mind or anything that would get them into any of the other positions. 

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Post your application here for approval. Approved characters can then post their chart in the character area. 
if you aren't sure on something, ask. and before you say anything yes there are energy weapons. use fallout as an example. 

Username:
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance: don't just use a pic, also give a good description. 
Roll: Glass Boy (Limited to be the minority), Black Finger, War Boys, Gear Heads, Fury Rider (good profiles only)
Equipment: this is what you're normally equipped with when you're on foot. if you're a gear head or a fury rider, this is not your vehicle. this does however include any weapon you may have. and yes "thunder sticks" from the mad max series are perfectly acceptable weapons.
Vehicle: Ignore if you aren't a gear head or a fury rider. If your vehicle is your Magnum Opus delete this. what kind of vehicle do you have? describe it. also pics are appreciated but don't forget to describe it as well if you use a picture. 
Magnum Opus: This is a special peace of equipment unique to you. This can either be your vehicle, your armor, or your weapon. This will evolve with you over the course of the RP. Describe your Magnum Opus. 
Biography: 2 paragraph minimum. 3 paragraph minimum for a fury rider. why were you chosen for your roll? what experiences have you had? if you see someone has been approved before you, you are free to reference (though not effect) their biography as well. 

A girl on each arm figuratively speaking. had this been any other day this would have been a textbook good day for Johnny, would be one of those great days to dedicate a holotape to.... yet today was not a good day for johnny, it was a shit day, also worthy of holotape but he didn't have any to spare. ok he had plenty of holotapes but those were for important things like music not overwriting and bitching how he felt horrid. hell if he had the clarity of mind he would have commented on the girls and given them proper compliments, but well. his mind was a white noise factory working on overtime. baseball bat to the head, arm, hip, and leg will do that to a man you see... do that to anyone to be brutally honest. But johnny's ears weren't just picking up nothing but white noise, he did hear Osaki's words of concern about weapons. looking down to his disguarded shotgun he'd  nudge his foot to the side, kicking it out a bit in front of his foot so he could step on the butstock  just so, causing it to stand at attention a bit making it easier to nab. snagging the beat up shotgun with his arm he'd flip it around, break the top open  and remove the two shell casings. placing the thing between his legs he'd clamp it there for stability while he moved his hand to grab two more shells from his pockets and load the weapon. snapping it shut he'd turn his attention to fixing it up some. pulling his tool box around to his front with the strap he'd crack it open carefully. snagging some wonderglue, duck tape, and some scrap metal before closing the tool kit up for the moment. he'd layer on the wonderglue to some scrap metal before sticking it along the barrel of the weapon to reinforce the damaged areas before wrapping it up with a layer of ductape just to be sure. with that done he'd wrap the stock with a bit of tape as well, just to make sure the thing was good to go. tucking the items back into the tool kit after straining himself with the repair job he'd look over to give Osaki a bit of a smile as he'd offer the shotgun to her so she could defend herself. that's when he had to see it.  now of all times he had to see that needle from the stimpack. 

"n... no  lol.. no lolly pop doc?" he'd ask, trying to get a laugh out but the pain that prompted from his ribs soon told jack fairly clearly to not do that, that the whole laughing thing was an extremely bad idea. all said and done though the woman did have a stimpack. wondrous things those. just a few could get a person back on their feet even after some seriously grievous wounds. the technology used to create them thankfully wasn't lost during the great war and they were so easy to use, well an idiot who had been blindfolded could still use one. 

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