Raineh Daze

Long Way Home: A Multiversal Crossover RP(FULL)

... right, there we go. Things making more sense. And inexplicably no vampire before this turns into a bloodbath.

Long Way Home: A Multiversal Crossover RP(FULL)

Gilgamesh

Breaking off from the tense staring contest, now that a fight to the death had been averted, the hero formerly known as Archer continued to take in the sights. It wasn't much different from his expectations and the blithely unaware monster had pointed out the obvious to Saber. Though getting tunnel vision and failing to see through the dense crowds in his presence was only to be expected.

Then more people decided to literally fall from the sky, adding yet more fuel for pictures to be furiously taken of the group. A girl carrying around swords that were almost certainly in violation of some modern law, another girl of even younger age, and someone with all the physique needed to be a mage, but an expression that matched his own. None of them, then, were responsible for bringing the lot of them here. But they definitely had a better view from the rooftops.

"You were brought here like I was," Gilgamesh said, stating the rather... obvious. The people around them were nothing special, "Did you see the one responsible?"

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The Courier

Unlike the rest that were in the way, the Courier didn't get much in the way of recognition. There was some attention given due to her height and obvious foreignness but for the most part, she was having to force her way through... when people didn't notice the abomination of nature trotting at her heals. Or the glowing heat on one of her fists.

who knew that so many people existed... well, anywhere? This must have been what the world was like before the bombs fell, where everyone got to run around without a care in the world and armed to the teeth. She'd thought New Vegas was something, especially after the fighting died down and order was restored, but this was on a completely different scale. If it weren't for the fact that she'd been going to get some Deathclaw eggs and thus avoiding anything hallucinogenic, the Courier would've chalked it up to her imagination.

Instead, she ended up breaching the perimeter around a handful of odd people. Some girl with a parasitic growth problem, two blondes... and then others came from... up? The one with the swords looked really out of place. Then the blonde man asked if anyone had seen anything. Seems like she wasn't the only one who was inexplicably lost, which was nice; the first time everyone else knew where they were and the second time she was alone.

"I haven't seen nothing yet... but if you see any floating brains in tanks, it might be them? Though they're not supposed to abduct me any more..."

Long Way Home: A Multiversal Crossover RP(FULL)

• Name: The Courier
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Due to a rather... apathetic approach towards her own appearance (with enough sense retained to do basic hygiene), the Courier's hair has ended up as dreadlocks. Otherwise, she seems pretty unremarkable on her own: somewhat tanned, and rather generic and sleepy looking for the post-apocalyptic wasteland. Most people, however, are more likely to take notice of her intimidating physique, or failing that the combat armour worn under a sleeveless duster. Except for those used to living under rocks, the 21 on the back of the coat means it can be only one person.
• Personality: Despite self-admittedly being as dumb as a sack of bricks and having more vices than a workshop, the Courier retains that raw commodity in the wasteland: morals. Keep your word, don't hop to violence as the first port of call (no matter how easy it is), and don't fall back on strong-arming everyone into compliance. The general relaxed attitude, though... that's probably the chems. Or maybe just having been so through enough implausible deadly scenarios that being killed and eaten by deathclaws has stopped being particularly scary.
• Abilities: The Courier's abilities are, self-admittedly, rather limited. If she wanted to single out what she could do beyond 'survive the wasteland', it would come down to three things: taking people on with nothing more than a strong punch, some ability to talk things out of fighting... and advanced scientific ability that really shouldn't be in the hands of someone that has to stop and think to do basic maths.
  Other than that, the Courier has the rather obvious advantage that she is, having survived many, many problems along the way, a cyborg. Whilst the general enhancements to durability and physical ability are welcome, the most useful addition is a ridiculously accelerated rate of healing, closing injuries that should take weeks whilst actually watching them. Though she would dispute that it's the best--the pseudo-Jet might not be as good as the real thing, but it's always there to use.
• Equipment: Aside from her own body (modified as it is) and her outfit, the Courier's equipment is straightforward to list: a ceramic powerfist heated to disturbing degrees, her pet cyberdog, a wrist-mounted computer that she can't work out how to remove one-handed, and enough chems hidden throughout her attire that most people would expect some sort of drug-dealing operation. There's also a pistol from her past, kept in case someone thought that punching was her only ability... and as a trophy.
• Brief Backstory: Born to parents no less actively travelled than she was, albeit as merchants, the Courier's decision to take up the rather hazardous mission of delivering parcels around the hell that is the world on her own isn't that surprising. Getting a settlement nuked, in retrospect, definitely was. Her most notable delivery, however, was one to get a certain chip to New Vegas... which lead to getting shot in the head. Surviving also gave a great excuse to pretend she couldn't remember the name that she rather disliked.
  The rather stubborn process of trying to complete the delivery (getting paid was important... especially when you enjoyed the more expensive parts of the wastelands) somehow expanded into negotiating a hellhole resort to help a guy rob a vault (and he died), watching some tribes try and wipe each other out, and becoming the curator of some of the world's most advanced tech... not that she's much better than the brains that work on it in the common sense department. The most notable thing outside of the Mojave was finding out what she'd done to the Mojave.
  So the Courier had the bright idea to avoid that sort of mess repeating by installing herself in charge. Unlike House, she could actually go out and solve problems herself and unlike the rest, she had an idea how bad it could get. Hijack a robot army, keep doing her job for a while until the fighting broke out... and now the de facto ruler-cum-guardian of the Mojave, with one of the best places to stay in the world.
  And now abducted from it along with Rex. Something of a pain, that.
• Universe of Origin: Fallout

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

All my characters are fine as they are, so far as I can tell.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

I always associated the season with increased availability aside from the days themselves. But I'm not the most outgoing person to have ever walked upon the Earth. XD

Long Way Home: A Multiversal Crossover RP(FULL)

I can be an idiot sometimes.

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

Your definition of a whole day is less than 24 hours? :P

I was going by the wait a bit part, at least... which is probably more likely right now because the GM's not even around.

Long Way Home: A Multiversal Crossover RP(FULL)

I... never noticed that.

Long Way Home: A Multiversal Crossover RP(FULL)

I've been kinda stuck wondering how to get the two groups to actually notice each other... XD

Synchronization Overdrive: A school-based supernatural RP with a twist

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