Letter Bee

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@agentmanatee, Still here? If so, where is Vault 81?

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Name= Alan Anderson

Age= 35

Looks (picture optional)= Alan Anderson is a black-haired, blue-eyed, and square-jawed man with a tall, commanding presence, and a facial set and nose that make him look regal. His build is well-muscled, not to the extent of a bodybuilder, but closer to that of a soldier, one with a lot of experience. Outside of battle, he prefers a black-and-white business suit, and in war, his face is obscured by his Enclave Hellfire Power Armor*, which in turn is immaculately clean, as well as painted in bright purple colors.

*fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Enclave_Hellfir..

Personality= Alan Anderson is a cynic who would say what he wants, and do whatever it takes, to gain two things: Power and Pleasure. Over the years, he had learned that stuff such as 'good and evil', 'pure and abomination', are just labels, labels made by men to hold power over others. And he wants that power, without the blindness of a 'True Believer'. How did he come to the realization in the first place? Because he saw how people acted, saw how people felt, and he also saw how 'True Belief' led the Enclave to fail in the Capital Wasteland...something he doesn't plan to happen to him.

For you see, Alan Anderson knows this, that the only truth is power and pleasure, and one leads to the other. And so, using the Enclave's resources, he will lead his faction to victory...but on his terms.

Faction= Enclave
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength- 7
Perception- 6
Endurance- 10
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 4
Luck- 4

Backstory= Alan Anderson was born in a Secret Enclave Facility in Chicago, as part of a 'breeding program' between high-level Enclave personnel. Born with a sense of privilege and entitlement, Alan used his power to get what he wanted, when he wanted, which was usually now. While a believer in the party line at the start, said belief faded when he was finally punished for extorting sex from other people in his 'class', both men and women.

Even then, however, his father and mother kept him from being killed or exiled; there was also the fact that 'pure-blooded' humans are too precious to just kill, and he did get some people pregnant with more 'pure humans'. Nevertheless, this move soured Alan to the Enclave's Ideology, and from then on, he vowed that he would only believe in two things: Power, and Pleasure.

Fighting in many battles against the 'impure' people of the Wasteland, Alan's great strength and endurance slowly elevated him into a high position in the Enclave's Department of the Army, eventually landing him the prestigious (and profitable) mission of taking over New York for the Enclave...by any means necessary.

Though of only average and above-average Intelligence and Charisma, Alan has gathered a group of cronies and toadies dedicated to the same things as him; building up a power base so that he can indulge in any act he wanted.

Weapon choice= Enclave Hellfire Power Armor (Painted Bright Purple), Power Fists, Flamethrower, Plasma Rifle, Laser Pistol.
Any other info not included in the above= Is a flaming homosexual bisexual man and hated by his own people because he won't make them more troops by having kids; except on those few times he has sex with women.

The Enclave's main base is in the JFK International Airport.

Traits:

-Built to Destroy
-Heavy Handed

Perks:

-Confirmed Bachelor
-Lady Killer
-Toughness
-Stone Wall
-Strong Back

Flaws:

-Sex-Crazed (Custom Flaw)
-Unagile (Custom Flaw)

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Bee
Accepted, and my bad, have to do some things around the house

@Madly33

All right; wanted to discuss how the Enclave and Brotherhood of Steel are going to go about their conflict, as well as work on a description of the JFK International Airport.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@agentmanatee
All good, I am sure that someone will let you know if you meet up somewhere.

@Madly33

Hey, still need ya on MeetingWords.

Also, this:

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Name= Alan Anderson

Age= 35

Looks (picture optional)= Alan Anderson is a black-haired, blue-eyed, and square-jawed man with a tall, commanding presence, and a facial set and nose that make him look regal. His build is well-muscled, not to the extent of a bodybuilder, but closer to that of a soldier, one with a lot of experience. Outside of battle, he prefers a black-and-white business suit, and in war, his face is obscured by his Enclave Hellfire Power Armor*, which in turn is immaculately clean, as well as painted in bright purple colors.

*fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Enclave_power_a..

Personality= Alan Anderson is a cynic who would say what he wants, and do whatever it takes, to gain two things: Power and Pleasure. Over the years, he had learned that stuff such as 'good and evil', 'pure and abomination', are just labels, labels made by men to hold power over others. And he wants that power, without the blindness of a 'True Believer'. How did he come to the realization in the first place? Because he saw how people acted, saw how people felt, and he also saw how 'True Belief' led the Enclave to fail in the Capital Wasteland...something he doesn't plan to happen to him.

For you see, Alan Anderson knows this, that the only truth is power and pleasure, and one leads to the other. And so, using the Enclave's resources, he will lead his faction to victory...but on his terms.

Faction= Enclave
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (42 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat)
Strength- 7
Perception- 6
Endurance- 10
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 4
Luck- 4

Backstory= Alan Anderson was born in a Secret Enclave Facility in Chicago, as part of a 'breeding program' between high-level Enclave personnel. Born with a sense of privilege and entitlement, Alan used his power to get what he wanted, when he wanted, which was usually now. While a believer in the party line at the start, said belief faded when he was finally punished for extorting sex from other people in his 'class', both men and women.

Even then, however, his father and mother kept him from being killed or exiled; there was also the fact that 'pure-blooded' humans are too precious to just kill, and he did get some people pregnant with more 'pure humans'. Nevertheless, this move soured Alan to the Enclave's Ideology, and from then on, he vowed that he would only believe in two things: Power, and Pleasure.

Fighting in many battles against the 'impure' people of the Wasteland, Alan's great strength and endurance slowly elevated him into a high position in the Enclave's Department of the Army, eventually landing him the prestigious (and profitable) mission of taking over New York for the Enclave...by any means necessary.

Though of only average and above-average Intelligence and Charisma, Alan has gathered a group of cronies and toadies dedicated to the same things as him; building up a power base so that he can indulge in any act he wanted.

Weapon choice= Enclave Hellfire Power Armor (Painted Bright Purple), Power Fists, Flamethrower, Plasma Rifle, Laser Pistol.
Any other info not included in the above= Is a flaming homosexual bisexual man and hated by his own people because he won't make them more troops by having kids; except on those few times he has sex with women.

The Enclave's main base is in the JFK International Airport.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

((Collab between Madly33 and Letter Bee))

As Par drove through the bridge to Liberty Island, he was asked to declare his cargo again, causing him to report a reduced amount of bottlecaps, purified water, and food, before saying:

"I also have several passengers with me, Freed Slaves from...you know. I was hoping you know where you can give them a home?" This caused one of the guards to look darkly at him, before saying:

"Go to the mayor for that. He's bleeding-heart enough to want more mouths to feed. Now, the tip?"

Par handed the guard a couple of caps, then drove to a parking lot, where he got the freed slaves; two adults and eight children, out of the truck.

"Now," the 19-year old man said kindly, "let's go to the mayor."

He then began walking, motioning for them to follow. As they were in unfamilar surroundings, none of the freed slaves ran away.

"Aye um, that seems to be a lot of kids for a man as young as you" John chucked as he yelled at the new arrivals. He stood up and walked toward the unfamiliar man. He looked at the kids as they walked along and the two adults, their tattered clothing and out right look of dirt and stench was a clear sign of slavery. He looked over to the man again. "What brings you to Liberty City?" He asked weary from his lack of sleep. He was also cautious as there was a raider threat and suddenly a man with a truck full of slaves pulls in.

Par looked at the ragged, but heavily-armed man who accosted him, seeing in that man's eyes the look of a survivor and warrior. He then decided to tell the truth.

"Ah, I'm going to see my friend, the Mayor. You see, I just freed some people and am bringing them over to City Hall to get them a new home, room, and board. Although, now that I think about it, getting them new clothes - they already ate and drank on the way - was something I overlooked. Do you know where I can get some new clothing?" He then looked John in the eyes, his glasses glinting in the light.

"And yes, I freed them after buying them; I also freed more and kept them on as paid workers; paying good purified water and food, too."

Old Man's Corner John presumed. "Aye? You seem to be a stange young man" He said plainly, watching him closely. John had never been one to sugarcoat the things that left his mouth. "What did you do with the paid ones?" He asked. A paid slave was indeed free but paid to do what is how this man would be judged in John's eyes.

"They're at the New York Public Library's Main Branch, or rather, its ruins, salavaging books. I'm a Book Runner; I sell guns too, more than books, but, well, let's just say that knowledge is our love, or rather, my love. The Book Runners are searching the library for texts on agriculture, medicine, technology, and even history so we can stop ourselves from repeating the same mistakes over and over." Par smiled.

"Let's just say that with the Brotherhood searching and confiscating 'advanced technology', this is a niche we fit in nicely."

"Now, direct me to the clothes' shop, please?"

Timeskip

As the owner of the clothes shop directed the freed slaves in the process of dressing in new outfits, Par then spoke to John.

"So, what's your name? And, clearly, you must be a trained fighter, someone with a grudge in his eyes, as well as someone who's...seen things."

John usually skipped the formality of names but since the young man had been so out right with him as of his arrival he thought to share. "Names John." He paused and looked up as the clothes were shuffed over to the slaves while they dressed. He rubbed the sweat off his forehead "I guess you could say that, I've seen what most people have seen in this land. Death and shit holes" He looked back up at the slaves and pointed at the kids, "I used to be like them, rotting away in Old Mans Corner, lookin for anything that meant maybe I could stop working, even for an hour" He spoke angerly and looked down. He let his emotions get the better of him.

"What about you? These so called "Book runners" There a lot of you?" He asked the man quietly.

Par sympathized, while at the same time, this confirmed one of his objections to slavery; that it bred the best warriors and survivors, who inevitably escaped and held grudges. He thanked, well, whoever it was up there for helping him avoid being the target of one of said grudges.

"Well," the young man spoke, "a fair few in Upstate New York. We build gun factories, schools, and help farmers rediscover how to make the land bring forth crops for them. We help rebuild civilization with the promise that, one day, there would be a land without raiders killing you in the night, or slavers taking you as you go to work. But we're not unselfish; we ask for a cut of the profits for everything that we do to rebuild." Par smiled.

"We'll probably end up corrupt and bloated in a few generations, but right now, we're building something good, or at least better than other things, with the power of money and barter."

"Oh, and my name is Paradise 'Par' Rapids, by the way," he held out a hand, before his face turned serious again.

"You say that you've seen a lot; what do you know of the Brotherhood? What are they actually doing?"

John smirked and chuckled at his forwardness in his words. "The Brotherhood?" he glared. "All they seem to do now adays is sit in there safe house and pretend to help us. I've only met a few in my days, I guess you could call them military men. They are leeches." John spat. "I cannot say complete horrible words agaisnt them though" He took out water and sipped it. "They do help when they choose to" He looked over the the other side of the room. "and I've had some personal connection to them" He trailed, avoiding question.

He glanced over to the counter as the slaves finished up getting clothes. "Looks like they are done. Off to your friend?" He chuckled.

"Of course, of course," Par said as he and the freed slaves moved away...

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Alright,I know things have slowed down, but is it just me, or are things super exciting?

@IcePezz

Now that Arena has posted, yes.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

I hope everyone realizes, if not just a note, you don't have to do a collab post, you can do a single post, the option is just there. :)

@Madly33

Hey, want to talk in private? Par and John can meet...

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Ioannes prided himself on one of being the most skilled soldiers in the entire world - that was what the Mamluks were supposed to be. But his pride would be knocked back along with his body when Zargon made his feint - why? Because he would fall for it.

Getting up after being knocked back, the Mamluk swung again at the demon, taking his sword in two hands now. He noticed the magic now enfolding him; there was a reason why the knockback hurt less than expected. Even in the heat of battle, Ioannes made the process of elimination; none among them except The Red could have cast the spells, and the soldier was sure the man didn't care enough to protect them. So, that meant Genevieve - not that he knew her name, had cast the spell.

He also wasn't blind, he knew she was in a vulnerable position. But at the same time, he could not abandon the fight against the Demon!

Once he had finished his swing, Ioannes/Yahya said to Ionathan and the guards:

"Keep the Scholar safe while we deal with this!"

@The Harbinger of Ferocity, @Jon Y, @The Fated Fallen, @IcePezz, @ArenaSnow.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Eight men, chosen for their strength and health. Eight women, chosen for similar criteria. Thirteen Children between the ages of sixteen to six, and one old man who demonstrated his skills at writing, reading, and doing sums. 4450 Bottlecaps, almost one whole crate. Par and presumably Greg led the slaves - not that they would be slaves any longer if Par had his way - to the Army Truck that had been comandeered from Robo-Co.

After that, Par then went to his own Solar - Electric Truck, before beginning his drive to the New York Public Library's main branch...

Timeskip

"We're here," Par said, gesturing to his mercs as they got to the dilapidated building. "Bring out the slaves."

With a nod, the mercenaries did as the man wished, bringing out the slaves - who had been somewhat cramped in the army truck - delicately, which was what Par wanted it to be. The young man would notice that while all were shackled, only a few had bona-fide slave collars; apparently, Old Man's Corner's supply had ran out. Either way, Par took out a remote, pressed it...and the slave collars fell off. He then personally took a key and unshackled the rest of the slaves, starting with the children.

"All right," he spoke, "you're free to go; all of you. If you want, I'll take you in my other truck to Liberty Island myself, where you can live as free people."

The slaves were shocked, uncertain if this was real. Once they saw that Par was serious, one of them, a black man from The Pitt, spoke:

"What's the catch?"

"Well, just hear me out," he spoke. "You see, I'm conducting a salvage operation in this place in order to look for old books and tech, as well as preserve them. I'm willing to pay in food and purified water," he can see the slaves' eyes light up, "if you will help me. The job's going to be fairly easy, although you'll have to follow the old man," he gestured to the learned man, "and his lead here."

"Also, I will be taking the kids under 12 to Liberty Island; they're not old enough for such dangerous work."

"So," the man said, "which of you will accept my offer? Again, those who don't can come with the kids to Liberty Island."

In the end, only one adult man and one woman chose not to take the job, opting to accompany the kids under 12 to Liberty Island. That left 12 adults and 5 children over 12, which was cool.

Either way, Par would drive back to Liberty Island, leaving Greg, the Mercs, and the Robots to start the set-up for the salvage operations...

((@TheUnknowable, your turn))

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

((Collab Post between Madly33, TheUnknowable, and Letter Bee))

Present Day

Old Mans corner, a mix feeling given off by the place of suffering and greed. The town is boarded off but lardge wooden walls with barbed wire and eletric fences crushing any dreams of escape. The town is more of a straight road that goes straight through the town, as you enter to the left there is dark trees and vegitation from the park and on the right a mix of Pre-War buildings now boarded up and used for housing or storage, wooden pens line the street where the slaves are kept when they do not work. The smell of feces clogs the nose a mile before you even enter the town. The town is musty and rusted over, hot from constant coal work and fire pits just outside the town.

Par turned up his nose at the smell, but he knew it was a sacrifice to make in order to achieve his mercantile goals. Either way, as the truck drove to the borders of the town, the merchant was stopped by several guards, who then parted the gates after ascertaining Par's identity (it also didn't hurt that they were given a tip). After parking his trucks, the merchant, hopefully accompanied by Greg, three Robots, and three Mercs, went up to the main structure, where they asked to see the prime slave merchant of the town.

Greg parked his truck and nodded to the Merc captain who was riding shotgun. "You and two other guys come with us." He then got out and told Prince to follow him, along with the two Mr. Handys they'd salvaged. They had to set up several crates for Prince to exit the truck, but he was the most reliable robot they had.

Greg walked over to Par. "So, the Mercs can follow you in, I'll keep the robots. For some reason I trust the robots more. Maybe it's because I've seen their programming and know they won't turn on me over a few caps." He didn't mind trusting Mercs over basic operations, like collecting robots or clearing Raiders or creatures, but when dealing with Slavers something made him nervous about them.

"Are you looking to buy?" The man glared at Par. "I don't believe you have business with him otherwise." He hissed looking him up and down and watching the Mercs.

"Yes, yes we are," Par was frank. "We need enough for a salvage operation we're conducting, and we're prepared to give good caps for them. And, of course, we also have a few gifts for your leader." He patted his backpack.

The man looked over his shoulder quickly and back at Par. "Gifts? If I may ask can I see them, there is no being too cautious now a days, don't you agree?" He said with a smile, hoping Par would be friendly in return.

"Of course, of course!" Par was genial as he brought out two Pistols from his backpack; one was a shimmering black Colt that looked clearly polished, while another was a gun of the same type, only embossed with gold and mother-of-pearl. One of Par's first salvages.

"You can have the Black Colt, if you like," he said. "Now, can you escort us inside?" his smile was wide.

The man quickly grabbed the gun and sheathed it at his side "Yes, yes of course." He said as he walked around the corner and motioned him to follow.

As they walked up steps to a run down boarded building the man stopped at the entrance and knocked at the wooden door. "Please, weapons." He said holding out his hand to Par and the Mercs "and I ask that you unload any ammo stored in the gun you have for the Master." He said quickly. As he finished the door slid open and a brute of a man moved outside "When you're ready" He mumbled in a deep, dark, and hollowed voice.

Par nodded, handing over his submachine gun, his own pistol, and his dagger. The mercs and presumably Greg did the same. He then unloaded all ammo inside the gift gun, before entering the sanctum of the lead merchant.

The brute eyed them as they walked past him. They entered a rather large room, the ceiling a few stories high at least. There was a glass chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling and the room was covered in art and writing. "Here to buy?" A man greeted from the back of the room, in what seemed to be a throne. "The Guildmaster" as they called him, he was treated like a king. He took a puff of his cigar and tossed it to the side. "Well?" he said quickly after.

The 19-year old gave a bow, with his escort doing so too. Then, Par spoke to 'The Guildmaster', holding out his gift.

"Of course we came to buy. But first, here is a gift, in order to soften negotiations. A pistol embossed with gold and mother of pearl, for someone of your eminence."

The Guildmaster held the gun, feeling its weight and fingering the trigger. "What is this?" He hissed. "Is this supposed to get you a discount?" He asked angerly. "I am not to be haggled filth" He spat.

"To be honest, I didn't know much about your habits, so you might excuse me for making a mistake. Nevertheless, my gift is a show of how much wealth I have access to, and how much I can pay." Par then looked The Guildmaster straight in the eye.

"I plan to run a salvage operation in the New York Public Library's Main Branch, very close to this place. As you are the closest source of cheap labor, I thought I'd make an arrangement with you. Basically, I want slaves. Strong men and women, children that can get into tight spaces, and if you have a slave that just so happened to be able to read, write, and do sums before they ended up here, I'll pay extra."

"And by extra, I am willing to pay 200 Caps for each man, 150 caps for each woman, if you're selling women, and 50 caps for a kid. Oh, and 1000 caps for a learned slave. If caps are lacking, I also have purified water."

The man sat back in his chair as his lips curled into a smirk, he held up his hand and beckoned as a lady walked up and placed a lit cigar in his hand. He puffed on it once then looked up "Let's make a deal" He said through his smirk.