Kingfisher

Dunwall [A Dishonored Roleplay]

Interested! Will get something up soon.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Are we by any chance allowed more than one character? I just had a great idea for an inventor that is similar to Leonardo Da Vinci, and tries to replicate his flying machine, but that wouldn't suit John.

@Wade Wilson

You are, but lets get into the swing of things abit more. I'll start approving second characters once the game is underway properly.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

All around Lieutenant Elijah Myers, his soldiers were frying. A jolt of bright blue electricity, unlike anything he had ever seen, tore through the decrepit husk of the Aircraft Carrier, bouncing off of walls and zapping through thin air, grabbing at the power-armor clad soldiers like long writhing tentacles, sending their bodies into jagged spasms; their limbs flying wildly about the place, and thrashing out around them.

Garbed in his plain black and grey militaristic uniform, Elijah was spared from the chaotic surge of energy, but the troops he commanded were not so fortunate.

Burned out metal husks dropped lifelessly to the floor, their heavy armour clanging on the walkway, crashing to the ground with a loud ‘THUD!’.

Myers stumbled forwards, his heart pounding in his chest, as the sound of not-so-distant gunfire rattled through the steely carcass of Rivet City, echoing off the tinny metal walls.

Two Rivet City security guards, dressed in their stocky black uniforms, came charging around the corner, their finer features obscured by dim blue visors, and automatic rifles clutched in their bare hands.

“Time to say goodnight, you Enclave son of a bitch.” Snarled one of the soldiers triumphantly, raising his weapon.

Before they could gun him down, Myers drew his magnum from its holster, rapidly firing a round clean through one of the soldier’s necks; a brilliant burst of dark red erupting forth from his throat as he collapsed to the floor, frantically grasping at his torn jugular.

Myer’s swerved to fire again, but he was too slow, and the second soldier sent a hailstorm of bullets tearing through the lieutenant’s side.

Pain, searing and hot, raked through Myer’s side, as he stumbled to the floor, his uniform stained with the hot blood that was seeping out of him. He gritted his teeth in agony as he struck the metal ground beneath him, his vision blurring as dark mist crept in all around him. His breathing was raspy and jagged, each drawn out breath sending a new jolt of fresh torment coursing through his side, and he could feel his whole body shaking as he began to slip away.

The soldier strode up triumphantly, standing over him with a smug grin on his face as he aimed the barrel of his gun down at the Lieutenant.

“I’m gonna enjoy putting a bullet in every last one of you martial-law-imposing bastards.”

The soldier’s finger wrapped around the trigger.

Myer’s summoned his last ounce of strength, and pulled his hunting knife free from its slot in his black combat boot, using all his force to drive the finely honed steel straight through the soldier’s beefy calf muscle. Wet blood splattered the ground, and the soldier let out a sudden shrike of agony, slipping backwards and crashing to the floor. He fired his weapon, but the bullets pounded harmlessly against the celling, their deafening boom wringing out through the thin corridor as the soldiers thrashed about on the ground.

The Lieutenant hurled himself across the floor, planting the cold blade of his knife straight into his wailing attacker’s chest, pulling it out with bestial ferocity, before stabbing it in him again and again and again, a sickly wet squelching sound oozing into the air as blood pooled out around the soldier.

Victorious, Myers rolled onto his back, lying down between the corpses of the fallen, as he gazed up at the celling. His eyes lolled back into his head, and he could feel the darkness crawling over him, ready to whisk him away.

“Semper Fidelis…” Lieutenant Elijah Myers croaked in a drained voice, and then the world went black for the last time.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

@Kingfisher Why thank you! I hope those flood defences hold up for you!

@Catchy username

You're most welcome, Old Sport. They did indeed! It was inexplicably satisfying to watch a kitchen drain of water.

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I thought the Master Chief took care of that. Guess I'd better make sure my guns are working, then.

@TheUnknowable

We had to get the Ark up an running again and everything, it was a real pain. I didn't think saving the galaxy came under "Netflix and chill", but my gilrfriend proved me wrong.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

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OH!

Oh.



sorry about leaving that one passive aggressively

@Happy Go Lucky

Don't sweat it, I had fun anyways.

Thanks guys! I'll work on my post now. Looking forward to seeing where this one goes!

@Catchy username

Your username is glorious, might I say.

I've had a rather hectic couple of dats of building flood defenses, eating pizza, and playing Mario with my one true love so I'm completely zonked now, but I'll work to get something up tomorrow.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Good to me again? Remind me what roleplay were we in? XD i recognie your username myself.

@Happy Go Lucky

The Bloody Embrace. Its in my signature.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Name/Nicknames: James Reynolds (Ranger Reynolds)

Race: Human

Age: 42

Appearance:



Eye patch is as a result of an encounter with a Viper Gang. As a result, left field of vision is limited. Reynolds will be wearing a merc grunt outfit with his hunting revolver on his hip and his trail carbine across his back. In his pockets will be a small pouch containing caps and a couple of stimpacks, along with a bottle of purified water.

Sexual Preferences: Straight (Human)

Perks: Thief, Gunslinger, Ninja

Strength: 6

Perception: 6

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 5

Intelligence: 6

Agility: 7

Luck: 4

Personality: Not much is known about Reynolds, other than the fact that he always gets the jobs done. Lacking a family and with few friends, Reynolds lives for the Rangers. The Rangers, and the mission always come first. His superiors would say he is focused, hard working and lacks emotion. They would say this makes him an efficient Ranger. Others might say that Reynolds is cold hearted, even going so far as to suggest that he enjoys killing. His time mostly isolated in the wasteland, surrounded by desolates, raider scum and fiends has left him with a narrow view of humans as a whole. To him you are either useful or a waste of time, but once his use for you is over, our merry Ranger will be on his way. What he lacks in compassion he more than makes up for in ability. His survival boils down to his strategy. He avoids any fight that isn't worth fighting and when the odds look positive, then all hell is unleashed on the unfortunate party. Raiders he will take his time with, preferring a slow and painful death. In most cases the job is quick and effective, with Reynolds opting to wait for nightfall and kill the party in their sleep.

Equipment: Trail Carbine (50 .44 Magnum rounds), Hunting Revolver (60 .45-70 Gov't rounds), Combat Knife, Merc Grunt Outfit, 250 caps, 2 Stimpacks, 1 Radaway, 1 Purified Water

Biography: James travelled to the Mojave with his parents when he was 10 years old. They settled on a farm, electing to breed Brahmin and sell them to traders and scavengers until they had enough money to move to the strip. Fed up with this lifestyle, James decided to enlist in the NCR when he was 18. He served deployments across the NCR territories, including the later stages of the NCR-Great Khan War, proving himself as an exceptional soldier. This was noted by officers after the First Battle of Hoover Dam, where Reynolds and a number of troopers held out against legion forces until they could be relieved. Reynolds was suggested for Ranger training, and after subsequently accomplishing the training, became a Ranger stationed at Ranger Station Alpha. Being agile and skilled in infiltration, Reynolds was often chosen to cross the river and scout the legion camp at the opposite side in preparation for an NCR raid that never came. The proudest moment of his career came at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, where he and a handful of Rangers were ordered to escort The Courier across the dam. Reynolds sees it as an honour to have fought alongside such an honoured hero of the NCR.

Following the subsequent defeat of The Legion, the NCR turned its attention to its former enemies, The Enclave. The NCR maintained a watchful eye on the Enclave, but the war with the Legion kept them occupied. Now with a focus of strengthening its grip on the former USA, the NCR seeks to expand Eastwards, with aims to establish a territory in the remains of the capital. Reynolds mission is to scout said territory, gathering information on locals, assess the various factions, decide whether they are potential allies, neutral, or enemies. That however is a distant hope, with a more immediate mission in mind. A keen emphasis was placed on Reynolds to focus on a recon of the Enclave forces in the area to send back reliable combat data to the NCR command, so the NCR can evaluate the threat that the Enclave will pose to their long-term ambitions.

Other Notes/ETC: A fair bit of research and editing went into the bio to make it as close to the Fallout timeline as possible. Although the NCR is the focus of the bio, I don't intend to be bringing the NCR into Washington D.C, that is just the premise for my character finding himself there. If there are any problems feel free to let me know.

@Catchy username

Accepted! Nice to see something abit different.

Name/Nicknames: Khalid

Race: Canine - Pitbull-bullmassiff cross

Age: 7

Appearance:
Khalid's Appearance
Khalid stands proud and tall, despite his rather cute appearance, the dog stands on all fours to an average persons waist at the head.
Sexual Preferences: N/A

Perks:

Prospector
Animal Friend
Rad Resistance

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 7

Perception: 8

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 5

Intelligence: 4

Agility: 6

Luck: 4

Personality:

Khalid can be described as an overly curious and friendly pooch who craves as much attention as he possibly can from the people around him. At times, khalid is rather lazy, relaxed and passive when around people he trusts and on guard and intimidating when he is with people he isn't so fond of.

Gaining the canines trust isn't too difficult, and when befriended can become an incredibly loyal, protective and loving addition to the team. The boy loves to stick his nose around and explore, and as such enjoys finding secret passages and perhaps then items to help his friends who he walks with. Take care of him, and he'll take care of you. A loyal pup indeed. Ofcourse, if you hurt him prepared to have your throat added to his menu for the morning.

The pooch happens to be afraid of screeching and it seems like only screeching, cowering, pining and hiding away like a newborn puppy at the sound. For some reason this doesn't include loud sounds such as gunfire, just grinding.

Equipment: N/A?

Biography:

One word to describe Khalid? Resourceful. Khalid was born in the wasteland, raised in the dangerous radiation filled world with other of his litter. The pup was strong, while lacking in much intelligence, given the fact he is a dog, he was always great at locating items, scavaging for food and giving his family the nutrients they needed to keep living. None of this lasts forever ofcourse, and it having only been two years of living in the wasteland when the wildlife would have almost claimed his life.

Radscorpions were able to get the drop on them, most of them at least, before Khalid could bark in danger, the scorpions were already upon him, and had impaled the poor two year old dog with little ease. Khalid would have died there, of poison had it not been for a woman. An old lady, a shotgun in grip, old and crookid, but a veteran none the less was able to slaughter them piece by piece, salvaging the only thing able to be saved. A bleeding, whining, puppy, dying of poison.

The woman was able to nurse Khalid back to health, an antidote created by herself for the poison, and enough food to help the dog regain its strength. For giving Khalid the chance to live again, the dog showed its gratitude with a lick, and a nuzzle. It felt obligated to be friendly back, out of loyalty. Khalid had an urge not to leave. The odd tall non furry animal comforted him, he felt like he belonged.

The dog stayed by his new companion for years, and worked to keep her happy, staying by the old ladies side, even as she grew weaker. At five years of age, his fear of screeching would come about. Cannibalism was highly seen in the wasteland, people got hungry, and khalid understood it from a survival perspective, for a dog atleast, but when Cannibals decided to try their hands on his friend, Khalid violently attacked, riping out the throats of some, before being violently booted away, only to view a cannibal ripping out a ripperblade, the chainsaw like screech echoing, as it embedded itself in his friends skull, the old womans face mangled and torn like a piece of paper. Khalid having to stare at the sight and hear the sound made the dog cry out in pain, as it hobbled and quickly tried to run away, a flight or fight tactic in the dogs mind called out to run, it escaped, and it survived for now, never to see his friend again.

Having been several years on his lonesome, the canine set off, to look for a life to live, to survive... And perhaps find the friend he lost so long ago, though a human would know, they would be dead, the poor pup had no way of realizing it... Desiring to find the place where it happened again, to meet his friend once more.

Other Notes/ETC: nonez

@Happy Go Lucky

Accepted! Good to see you again Lucky. Interested to see how you play this one out.

@Kingfisher Am I accepted?

@Sovi3t

Indeed! Sorry, I missed your CS in the tide of OOC posts. My apologies.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

The next phase of the game is in motion, and we're building up to a lot of big events, such as ensuing gang wars. We're looking for people to fill the role of gang leaders, and also any other place that takes their fancy.

If this appeals to you then why not hop over to the OOC and take a look?

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Working on a post.

On estimate, how many werewolves are there in the red light district? I kinda need a number to base my posts on.

@DJAtomika

I'd say about 8 including Brunkas. Just a friendly reminder; Nyx shot these guys with a sentry turret and they didn't die, so they're going to be quite a challenge.

Fallout: Capital Graveyard

Gonna edit my CS a bit, considering the fact that I wrote it at 2 o clock in the morning.

Character Sheet (UPDATED)

Name/Nicknames: John, Anonymous, "Anon" (Pronounced Ay-non)

Race: Human

Age: 31

Appearance:

John sports a certain gas mask, but underneath it is a scruffy face with scraggly stubble, roughly shaved each morning, more than likely with broken glass. His once bright blue eyes now seem grey and lifeless, with a thick scar running under his right eye. He has a smooth British accent, not too posh and not too cockney, with a bit of an American accent bleeding through due to spending so much time around Americans.

Sexual Preferences: Asexual

Perks:

• Thief
• Rad Resistance
• Scoundrel

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 6

Perception: 6

Endurance: 6

Charisma: 4

Intelligence: 7

Agility: 6

Luck: 5

Personality: John is quite anti-social, having been plagued by paranoia in the past, and has issues with trust. He acts quite tough and rowdy towards people, but if you get to know him, it's just to cover up his anxiety and frustration at life. Like most people, John grew up in a dump, but he had the worst betrayal possible. Unless you become completely close with him - which isn't likely giving his position - you will only see him as an anonymous stranger, walking about in this shithole just like the rest. He is very privative, so most people just call him Anon or Anonymous. Nobody actually knows his name due to this. Although, if you do ever manage to gain his trust, he is a very valuable asset due to his strange immunity to radiation and excellent survival skills, along with his melee and survival skills.

However, on his own or around people he knows, John acts very differently. He loosens up, and just seems to forget the struggle of the wasteland, instead spending time to help out people, or even perfom Anything Goes once in a while. He does sometimes wish that he could see Andy again, and that they could forget what happened, but knows that it'd never work out. Putting all other things aside, John is very carefree and just cares about protecting his friends.

Equipment:
Caps: 487
Melee Weapons:

• Survival Knife
• "Stunbat" (Modified Baseball Bat, additional wire with a 1 in 5 chance of stunning opponents)
• Iron Knuckles

Ranged Weapons:

• Silenced 10mm Pistol
• Assault Rifle
• Chinese Assault Rifle
• Railway Rifle
• Hunting Rifle

Food:

• 13x Salisbury Steak
• 7x Yum Yum Devilled Eggs
• 2x Blamco Mac N' Cheese
• 17x Nuka Cola
• 12x Iguana Bits
• 4x Bubblegum
• 9x Cram

Drugs:

• 9x Jet
• 6x Buffalo
• 14x Stimpacks

Alcohol:

• 5x Whiskey
• 1x Moonshine
• 11x Vodka

Bobbleheads:

• Science Bobblehead
• Perception Bobblehead
• Agility Bobblehead

Clothing:

• Wasteland Wanderer (Armoured)
• Gas Mask (Modified "Makeshift Gas Mask")

Extra:
Various tradable junk ranging from a value of 3 - 41 caps

Biography: John grew up in a small town (now destroyed by the Enclave) near Megaton in the Capital Graveyard. He made a best friend for life - a boy named Andy - and they did everything together. At the age of 17 they were still inseparable. Until, a few years later, they were on a raiding mission. Andy led John into a room with the rest of the team, claiming he'd found something amazing. Seconds later, all John could see was smoke and blood, before he blacked out. He woke up a week later, tied to a post in the middle of nowhere. Andy had betrayed him, and destroyed their entire friendship. John lost everything. His pride, his dignity, his social skills, and his clothes. He was eventually cut down after being beaten up by raiders and stripped clean of what little he had left, before setting off to Rivet City to decide his fate.

For three years he wandered the Graveyard, before deciding to go back to what he did best - raiding and scavenging. He managed to get enough items to start him off (including hand crafted armour) before he hit the road. Nine years later and he's gained ultimate survival skills, and a strange sort of immunity to radiation.

Other Notes/ETC: John enjoys listening to a lot of GNR songs, mainly being Anything Goes.

@Wade Wilson

John is approved, welcome aboard! Feel free to chuck his character sheet in the CS tab.