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A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

I think i made gorge a bit smaller than the average super mutant.

@SkrtWithAWeapon your fine i like your posts

The Judas-Unit

post is up im ganna go sleep now

The Judas-Unit

Victor Asimov and Algarin the Mighty

Waves of heat distorted the look of the metal room, the subtle orange glow of hot metal radiated off the walls and the floor was black with soot and charred metal. One lone man sat in the middle of the room meditating atop a small mound ash, this man seemed at home in the hot metal room. This man had orange hair and a muscular body and wore loose fitting white and Grey pants with a red cotton sash tied around his waist and white slip on shoes. Across his tan skin where many strange and intricate markings that gave off a subtle orange and red glow, like he had a fire glowing inside of him.

It was only after a few minutes did some overhead fans turn on above him, pulling the hot air out of the room and around the rest of the facility. The ash mound he was sitting on slowly evaporated leaving only him in the warm room. The walls slowly returned to their natural dull color as the fans slowly turned off and the room fell silent once more. The only noise to enter the room where footsteps, then the beep of a key card followed by two switches being turned. Slowly to panels on the far wall extended towards him by a few inches before sliding to the side revealing a heat treated door with a small thick window.

A voice from the other side of the door broke the man’s concentration, “Victor, times up in the rec room.” For a moment Victor didn’t move but slowly the man stood opening his orange glowing eyes, his piercing gaze held back rage and fury. The man moved with purpose to the door and waited for the door to open, on the other side four Knights in full armor and wielding high caliber weapons with armor piercing rounds waited. One knight stepped forward as Victor held out his hands in front of him, the guard was quick to put the elbow length arm and hand restraints on him. The man’s haste wasn’t out of fear but something else, Victor could only hope this meant they had a mission for him. “Secure” the man called out as they left escorting the man towards the main living cells.

Victor was escorted down the halls, the four Knights formed a square around him as they walked. Radio chatter and communications from them as they went from check point to check point towards their destination. It wouldn’t have taken them as long if they hadn’t built his “rec room” towards the bottom of the complex, but he didn’t mind. The way he walked down the halls didn’t make him seem like a prisoner but more as a king with his personal guards protecting him, the air of superiority that he kept around him was thick but it wasn’t malicious or wicked.

When they finally reached the main chamber he was surprised to see so many new faces and a few old ones. The guards stopped him just beside the tall dark form that calls itself Steven, Victor gave him a slight nod as he looked among the others, "good to see you again Steven." A few of them gave him his favorite feeling, to cleanse. The woman and the one with the mask made him feel this the most, with subtle illuminance his markings pulsed like a heart beat in turn his restraints made a beeping sound and a few lights blinked red.

The guards that were with him hadn’t left his side and when they heard this they all turned and raised their weapons at him, “don’t worry boys, just some cravings is all” with a smile the pulsing slowly stopped and the guards slowly lowered their weapons. The man’s gaze slowly turned to the new guy standing before him, Victor looked the man over but his gaze didn’t stay he was far too interested in the other new faces. One of his guards showed him the glass rose he had been given by this man and looked at it, “we will put this in your room” the guard said to him seeing as how his hands were completely restrained. “So you’re the new guy huh?” victor spoke towards Jeremiah, “I will tell you the same thing I told the other guy, give me a mission and I will destroy what evil lies there with holy flame and fury”

@Milkman@The Narrator

The Judas-Unit

@Milkman

ill get a post out today sometime

A Life in Salem - A Fallout RP

Gorge The Mutant

Salem Clinic /// Midday

For a little while the mutant ignored the other two and simply helped the doctor. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude he was just more interested in helping the doctor than he was talking, besides the two seemed more intent on telling the other what happened. However, the one male with the small slash seemed to know a bit more about the brotherhood then the other, “Perhaps he was part of them too or held more regard for them” his thoughts trailed off as another woman came in and handed off some food to the doctor. The girl kept her distance from him, which was understandable given the circumstances.

The mutant stood and watched the doctor step out, nodding towards the doctor when he said thank you, “Don’t worry about it” he spoke as he turned finding the gear he sat down next to the door. Picking up his things he moved to an old wooden crate and put his gun on it, kneeling down, so he was still facing the other two men he set to work on taking apart and cleaning his Gatling laser while he spoke to them.

“That one is correct in his assumptions” motioning toward Ace, “in California I fought against the brotherhood of steel and the Enclave while part of The Masters Army. Even had a few skirmishes with the New California Republic and those slavers that are out there”

Again he looked to Steve while taking his weapon apart, the way he was taking it apart while talking showed great familiarity with the weapon. “The Master was a kind of mutant, he mutated with some computer equipment at the Mariposa military base. This was many years after the brotherhood of steel left the base… The Master was far more intelligent than anyone or anything I’ve ever met.”

Gorge sighed while taking apart a few more components of his gun, “But he wasn’t without his flaws, he organized and trained other mutants like myself into an army that was able to fight against any threat. But The Master was… well, he believed that the super mutant was the next step in human evolution, and so we kidnapped any human we could find and turned them into mutants.”

He paused for a moment as if remembering his past actions, “I’m not particularly proud of some things I did during that time. But after learning about what The Master’s plan was, I couldn’t do it anymore. Instead, I volunteered with another smaller group that was tasked with locating vaults, and we headed east. Didn’t hear about The Master or any of my brothers until we met another group a few years later. The Master was killed by a vault dweller and this larger group was heading east maybe find a place to settle down”

Taking a rag and a small metal rod he began to clean the interior parts of his gun that he couldn’t reach with his big clumsy fingers, “with this group is where we met the Midwestern chapter in Saint Louis, their airship went down in a storm, and they lost a great deal of their people in the crash. So yes they needed more people and were not afraid to integrate others into their fold. It was… necessary.”

“And to your remark about super mutants in their ranks, they also had ghouls, raiders, townsfolk, some robots, and a few sentient hairy death claws. Those things creeped me out” Gorge visually shivered as he mentioned the death claws. “Our group joined them after some trench warfare and displaying tactics other super mutants never did, their leader challenged ours to one on one combat and won at the cost of a head injury.”

Being satisfied with his weapon he began to piece it back together, “I stayed with them for a few years, my team and the teams I commanded where long range resources acquisition. Basically we were dropped off by vertabird and sent out to acquire, food, weapons, technology, and sometimes people” once the gun was back together and fully functioning he began to clean his helmet and the rest of his armor. “They were the ones that made me this armor, its special as it was made to adjust and grow as I grow.”

“We were sent on the high profile missions that they couldn’t afford to send their regular troops on. Basically we were used as shock troopers and went on suicide missions, my team had a one hundred percent return rate. Meaning we didn’t always succeed in our mission, but we always brought everyone home, dead or alive.”

The mutant checked his helmet flipping through the modes' and checking the light to make sure it still functioned. “My last mission was a trap, we went after an old artillery base for the long guns that were supposed to be there. When we got to the old base the guns were either gone or destroyed a long time ago, and we were attacked. My squads got killed and I nearly died as well.”

Gorge stopped and just looked at nothing with a sigh, “those where good men and woman, they didn’t deserve to die like that. But per protocol I destroyed my radio and made my way back to our headquarters only to find it destroyed and deserted. Again following protocol, we were told to send out our last mission report and exile ourselves, I don’t know why he had us do that but his mental state was beginning to take its toll on the old paladin.”

He finished checking his helmet out when he heard the report of a single rifle shot out in the distance, after a few minutes of silence he returned to cleaning his armor. Remembering that Steve had questioned him he shrugged, and picked up his holotag, “Name Gorge, Race Super Mutant, Rank Knight Captain, Height 9’8, Weight 772 Lbs. Serial Number SM573954-23454-9666”

He read it off like he remembered it by heart, while saying this he stood and faced Steve taking the bolts and straps off the plating on his right shoulder to reveal the metal skeleton of the armor and his bare skin. Pointing to the brand on his shoulder that held the Brotherhood of Steel’s Midwestern chapter’s emblem and his serial number below it. “Clearly I killed paladin bob, took his holotag and went through the process of forging the inscriptions on it and branded my shoulder giving it the time it would need to heal and look aged” his sarcasm was dry as he returned to cleaning his armor.

The Judas-Unit

Victor and Algarin

Name: Victor Asimov and Algarin the Mighty

Age: 57 (looks 25)

Appearance:

Victor

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Victor stands at 6’ and weighs roughly 215 lbs. he is very muscular and fit with orange hair that usually stops just above his shoulders. His eyes glow with a subtle orange color and can easily be seen in the dark. His skin is covered in scars and ritual tattoos that also glow, the brighter the glow the more restless the beast inside grows. The man tends to wear long trench coats and thick clothes that can cover most of the glow from his markings.

Algarin

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This creature, weighs over 500 lbs. and stands at about 9ft. It burns. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. Little can stop its onslaught of unadulterated force and flame. Made from a god of flame that was forced and fractured into this world, corrupted and changed into a force of judgment and rage. Those that find themselves the target for the righteous fury of this broken god have but one choice – to pray.

Classification:
Cursed Human - Forced to endure a ritual that bonded him to a lesser god of fire. something they have kept secret from the others, is with the process of forcing the god from his plain and binding him to the mortal. The god was fractured and is continually looking for a lost piece of themselves so that they may regain their lost power.

This god calls himself Algarin and says he was once called Ognebog, the slavic fire god, sent here to root out and destroy evil beings with righteous flame.

Powers:

Shifting - the basis of shifting for him requires blood, either from him or someone else that’s nearby as long as he is trying to summon Algarin to this plane. Victor will collapse and sink into a pool of black liquid that forms at his feet. This process can be stopped if someone grabs him and stops him from sinking. The liquid cannot be removed from this pool and if it is it evaporates quickly. Within 15 to 30 seconds after Victor disappears completely in the liquid, Algarin will climb out of the pool which will quickly disappear behind him. Once Algarin is done his form will crumble to dust leaving Victor behind in his place, any clothes or equipment on victor during this change is undamaged.

When he isn’t shifted:

The bond: Due to his bond several things began to change with his physical self. Enhanced strength and stamina, he can lift up to twice his body weight and can stay awake for a few days without sleep or fight for more than a few continuous hours before passing out. His body can heal from wounds in nearly half the time as it could before. And the last thing is the voice in his head has told him he will live for 1 to 2 hundred years longer than average.

When he is shifted:

Spirit of Fire - He is essentially living stone and holy flame and is anything but subtle, his flames cannot be extinguished (But can be diminished slightly by choice) and when submerged the water around him boils. Anything or anyone that strikes him through melee takes damage and possibly gets set on fire. He is also extremely strong and durable.

Fire Skin - Anything that he touches burns or chars, anything flammable within close proximity of him catches fire.

Dragons Breath - He can breathe fire out in front of him in a wide swath, other than this fire being holy it burns just like normal fire.

Fire and Brimstone - His most powerful magical ability is that he can call forth a cosmic barrage in a large area centered on him that strikes all enemy’s around him, this barrage comes from the sky to his position and the falling fire balls seem to be conjured by magic.

Immunities - When in this form he is immune to all fire, plasma, and explosive attacks and sources.

Speech - He can only talk to people in this form through limited telepathy, he can’t read minds only project his voice.

Senses – He can sense evil nearby but can’t pin point it, can see heat signatures, and has night vision.

Skills:
Strengths:
+ Hand to hand combat – Victor has had extensive training in hand-to-hand combat to better improve his combat capabilities.

+ Distraction – Victor and Algarin are not stealthy or subtle they are there to take the attention of the enemy and fight, as they put it, they will make sure the enemy sees only them and no one else.

+ Demolitions/Engineering – Victor has studied engineering as something to pass the time but it helps during combat if something needs to be destroyed.

+ Range – Although Algarin is mostly close quarters, Victor normally uses ranged attacks and is a good shot.

Weaknesses:
> Stealth – as noted above neither Victor nor Algarin are stealthy, Victor is loud and clumsy while also being as bright as a glow stick, while Algarin is literally a walking bonfire.

> Arrogant – even though he does recognize and appreciate the abilities of others he will always see himself as one step above everyone else. He is never afraid to get into a fight, although being smart about it rarely backs down in combat or retreats.

> Compulsion to cleanse – Victor will always have a compulsion to destroy evil and it takes a good amount of his concentration to stifle that compulsion of shifting and fighting, he learned early on that not all evil people are bad guys. As he once put it, “it may have been made by evil, evil left its mark on it sure, but it’s not ruled by evil. Therefore, I can’t destroy it.”

> Blood Ritual – due to his connection with this creature being forced, their bond is not set in stone just yet, it is something that will come in time. Until then once every other month a sacrifice and ritual of blood must be performed in a certain manner to keep the souls of Victor and Algarin intertwined in balance. Without this Victor would be consumed by the spirit of the Efreet and in turn Algarin would be set loose, left unchecked to burn the evil and corruption from this world. Sure some would like to see this, but without Victor, Algarin would not discriminate and does not have a Grey area. You’re either evil or you’re not.

> The cold can kill - Although Algarin has no trouble in water the cold is another matter for both of them. his flames are harder to wield when in the cold or when facing someone who can wield ice. over time it will gradually begin to tense up their joints making both of them sluggish and slow. if the temperature drops to far or the enemy keeps up their attacks they would have a very good chance at defeating them or killing them.

> Exorcism - With a strong form of shamanistic ritual it is possible for the god to be expelled from him and the bond to be broken. Victor is quite certain that this will kill him as his soul has already been given to the god as part of the forced bonding.

Artifacts or Weapons:

Victor holds no Artifacts but does have a few weapons.
A simple long sword that he also wields with a pistol.
A standard issue Guardian Knights assault rifle.

Algarin uses his own weapons

His heavy fists are normally used for both demolition and hand-to-hand combat.
Wields a whip of flame that can extend from either of his arms.

Personality:

Victor is a strong willed individual, self-righteous, with an air of superiority around him that rivals that of the most elite guardian knights. A moral conviction to fight and purge evil from where ever he can find it, this combined with the feeling of being unstoppable gives him pride in what he’s doing. He can be prone to violence when angered and at times can have a short fuse. However, everything he does, he does to protect the innocent. He likes to help people and whenever he’s not being a dick he will help others. Silent at times he cares little for insults and he feels sorry for anyone that would hurt the few people he calls friends.

Biography:

Honestly other than bits and pieces here and there Victor doesn’t really remember anything from before the ritual, whenever he tries he is riddled with headaches. What he does remember of his past is strange. He remembers being cold, tied down to a stone slab during a full moon, surrounded by robed figures, and dead people. The blood of these poor souls had been gathered and spread around the stones in intricate runes and designs that were all centered onto him. Even he was covered with blood markings and strange tattoos, then everything went dark as the robed figures began to chant.

He can’t remember what they were saying, whenever he tries his mind seems to lose track of what he was thinking about, and he just carries on like nothing happened. He does remember the pain, that horrendous pain that hurt his very soul, and then the darkness as if he was suddenly adrift in a painful void. Something in him called out into the void and someone answered, a being that called himself Algarin the mighty. In a moment the void turned to fire and madness. He always just assumed that part of the forced deal was that his memory and some of his sanity would be taken in exchange for the bond.

Apparently the Robed figures, this cult of blood, were hoping to summon a demon that they could control and wage a war against the Order of Holy Knights that had been troubling them for so long. But in their ignorance came only death and flame, once the creature appeared it burned them, leaving nothing but a charred stone circle that still held its engravings and ash. Victor didn’t know how long it had been, but he woke, hungry, cold, but stronger, with a new sense of purpose, and a voice in his head to guide the way.

For the next twenty years he hunted down destroying evil while also eluding the Holy Knights and their conquest to contain, secure, and protect everyone from everything else. More than a few times he had the opportunity to kill or otherwise destroy these knights but didn’t, he only did it once when he was trapped and left with no other option than to run a few of them through to get out. But not before telling them that they could not stop his crusade of fire. He did not know it at the time but the things that had lured him into this trap where part of the old Judas squad.

After a time he got a strange thought in his head after having a chat with a former Holy Knight who had a bit too much to drink, this man told him of the Judas squad and what they were basically tasked with. The man wouldn’t go into specifics no matter how much he pried but Victor got a rather strange idea, for some it could just have well been a near suicidal idea but if it worked… the possibilities. So one day Victor entered the local headquarters of the Holy Knights and turned himself in, under the condition that he be able to join this unit.

After a few weeks of explaining of how he was on their side and how he was not effected by their holy relics, they sent him to this Special unit of theirs. His reasoning’s for him was sound, these knights had resources he didn’t and could quite literally send him anywhere in the world to fight greater evils than what he was doing on his own. This and he would have better access to more training and what he could only hope would be some sort of knowledge about his origins. He has been with them for the last seventeen years now. The Order has made several accommodations as to allow him to properly do his ritual, be able to let the big guy out now and then in a controlled environment, and he hasn’t regretted his decision yet.

Amethyst's 1×1 Thread (F Seeking M) 18+ [Updated! 2/4/18]

@AmethystDagger
(haven't done a 1x1 rp on this site so I don't mean to intrude... if I am)

I too am interested in the aspect of a modern Djinn/Boy Who Discovered Her Lamp story.

I would also be ok with Supernatural Creature × Supernatural Creature
would be a cursed human/ shape shifter, but it would be cool to have it be reminiscent of the first 1x1 RP I did.

escape from containment only to be continually on the move while being hunted, safety in numbers kind of thing.

Hikari Academy

It seems like an interesting RP. Count me as interested.

@Conscripts

I second that opinion.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

sooooo?

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

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