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@TheUnknowable
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1.) yes it is slice of life, free roam.
2.) I would say the youngest would be 10 and the oldest wouldn't be anything with in reason that being said unless you were some how preserved you can't be like 250 years old,
@agentmanatee@TheUnknowable
Both vaults look good, very interesting, I'll add both to the places in OOC

@Letter Bee
Accepted :)
Name= John Ketlar
Age= 32
Looks=
Rugged facial features with a brownish-black beard. Stern look and misty eyes that have seen too much death.
Personality= Flirty and playful to those who he calls friends although when it comes to the wasteland and surviving he is silent and serious. Doesn't take shit from people and will kill anyone who tries to hurt him or the ones he cares about, he will do anything for the sake of their survival.
Faction= Waste lander
S.P.E.C.I.A.L=
Strength- 5
Perception- 10
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 7
Luck- 3

Backstory= born into slavery he never knew anything other than it. His mother and father a slave, and their mother and father before them. His mother was a slave in Old Mans Corner when his father was transferred there from the Pitt. He met his mother and they fell in love. After conceiving John his father was punished severely for that they had done, so severely that the beating killed him. A broken woman John's mother did not want John to live in a world that she lived in so she attempted to take her own life along with her unborn baby boy. Unsuccessful in her attempt she lived on in torture knowing that he son would be a slave. As soon as John was born he was abused and treated of shit as all the slaves were. One meal a day, working in the heat of the summer days and freezing snow of the winter nights. At the age of 10 Johns mother became very Ill, John sobbed as they dragged him away not being able to say his final words to his mother, they burned slave bodies and buried the ashes just outside the city. A slave was like an animal to them not deserving of a true burial. At the age of 25 John lead a revolt against the slave owners in order to free his fellow slaves, it only ended in many of his friends deaths. At the age of 27 he found his opening as a new guard on the night shift had left the gate open, he ran. Ran as far and as fast as he could away from the Corners, He promised himself. He would come back for them. In the years following his freedom he lived on his own, training himself with the sniper and learning to be aware of everything and do anything to live.
Weapon choice= Sniper, hunting knife, 9mm pistol.
What was is it called..? Before the war.. Ah, New York.




After the Great War the American mainland was reduced to wasteland. Most major American cities, with a few exceptions such as Pittsburgh and Las Vegas, were razed by the bombs. Even the surviving cities were reduced to hellish ruin as society rapidly disintegrated. The known vaults located in California, Capital wasteland, and western Nevada opened, free for the vault dwellers eyes to look upon the destruction that has unfolded in along the land. New York, once a proud city, a must visit location in the United States now reduced to to rubble, not heard of in years. People believed that it was over come by mutants or that everyone in the city had simply died off. Until 50 years ago. When a Unit from The Brother Hood of Steel was sent to the New York waste land in order to take out Mutants that may take refuge there. They soon learned that there were very much alive settlements. They founded another citadel in the Empire State Building and began operations there in order to move out along the rest of the U.S. They found that the inner city was full of mutants, too many for any single unit to take down, that is where the rumors came from, but there was much more. The people strive for survival and the hidden vaults yet to be discovered prove much promise for New York.

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WIP as more will be added as I come up with them and as they fit into backstory for I would like anyone to share what they believe would be a good city, what they would like in the New York Wasteland.

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Rules -

1. Romance is okay as long as it is kept PG-13 as this is in a public thread, the spice can be taken to PM if needed.
2. No Godmodding/power playing ETC.
3. Cussing is allowed, this is post-apocalyptic America, there would be some cussing. If you have a problem with it please PM me and we can discuss. Same with violence.
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. No Arguing in OOC please.
6. Cliche but have fun XD Enjoy the RP and immerse yourself that is what we are all here for.
7. Please tell me or Letter Bee if you will be gone for more than a week. Thank you.

@Everyone, note:

This is an AU fallout universe with some of the cannon events happening just not necessarily how it was done in game.

@shadowsaint007 is someone with a very hectic schedule; he works at IT. However, he still wants to RP, so I'm making a special allowance for him; if his schedule becomes really hectic, he is allowed to post one-liners.

This is just for shadowsaint as of right now but please of your scheduled is hectic as well let me or Letter Bee know.

PM me with any questions you may have on RP, and please feel free to share ideas, new cities, weapons, unique character NPC's ETC. Always open to new things for the RP and would love you guys to let your imagination flow into this.

The harsh Wasteland awaits..
Vulcarion watched as they all lined up and signed there name and as a few men left. He never judged them, he understood, just as any profession, it's not for all.
Vulcarion said his goodbyes to the elves and the abnormal he had met. He leaned down into the abnormals ear "do not fear my friend when you look around. These are brutes and warriors, they may beat you with a sword and shield but when it comes to the Hunters, intellect can be your greatest strength" he leaned up and smiled. He felt a pit in his gut for only giving a tongue of advise to one but the others seemed as though they had seen their share of combat. He shall see at dawn. He had the honor of speaking to the ones who have passed and addressing them on their duties to the guild and where they will rest at night.
Ash a dressed everyone in the room. "Races from around Terecoth, you want to be hunters. I admire you for that. For it is not an easy profession, men live and die for the hunters. As you may have known from legend, we locate the most dangerous beasts of the land and take them down. We are a highly skilled group of warriors, rogues, and magi that unite under a single greater good. The safety of Terecoth. Now if you don't find yourself fit to fill this position, please there is no shame in leaving. Those of you who will stay, please come forward and sign your name, you will be called upon tomorrow at sunrise" he spoke softly but loudly giving clear orders to all.
Sorry I haven't been on top of it lately, having some IRL issues that have been taking up most my time
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