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I think I’ll sit this one out and stay in town. Been busy lately so I don’t wanna big down my group.

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@MaeSorry for the wait! My Vote's for Overload and Broken Seals.

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☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

Legs the Robot

Legs The Robot

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NAME
Legs, Formerly Known as Sargent Bayonet
AGE
Depends (Parts have been replaced so often any real age is inaccurate)
GENDER
N/A
SPECIES
Mister Gutsy base
HOMETOWN
Northern Province, Shreveport
FACTION
N/A

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Everybody who’s anybody knows what a Mr.Gutsy looks like; three eye stocks connected to a central, spherical base accompanied by three arms and a thruster for low-level hovering. Legs is a Mr.Gutsy in the loosest sense of the word. His two eye stocks (his right most one is missing) are separate in make and design with one being more classic in design with a spherical lense/eye coupled with a lightly armoured stock, while the other is more industrial in design with the eye looking more akin to a security camera (a box with a camera lens on it) and a stronger, more armoured stock.His central frame is pretty standard as it looks pretty close to his original chrome and spherical shell though there is obvious signs of structural reinforcement and the addition of a brow backpack attached to the back.

By far Legs’ most defining feature is his titular legs. Unlike most of his kind, Legs lacks a thruster and any of his arms with only a set of frankensteined Assultron legs below his head. The legs are a lot more weathered than the rest of the body as they’ve seen the most modification and are bashed against things more often than the other parts. There’s spikes protruding from the shins and the tip of the feet are sharpened to a point.

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TYPE ENFP-A
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
Legs loves to talk but he’ll keep his responses short and sweet unless he’s explaining something of the Occult in which case he’ll go overboard with detail. When it comes to dangerous situations, Legs will try to talk his way out of a scuffle before being forced into combat of which he adores. He sees fighting as a guilty pleasure; not something that he should like but he does all the same. His laid back and cheery attitude will snap to swearing and stressed if anybody gets too close to him without his express permission.

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TRAIT
Wild Swampland

You’ve somehow managed to summon the weird around you. Things will get odd quicker than they get normal.

SKILLS
Combat Skill
Unarmed

A combination of martial arts, boxing and other hand-to-hand martial arts. Combat with your hands and feet.

Passive Skill(s)

Speech

The ability to communicate in a practical and efficient manner. The skill of convincing others that your position is correct. The ability to lie and not get caught.

PERK
I Think you Misheard; I Meant This: You can redo any Charisma you or your party has. If someone fails on convincing/charming/etc a NPC, you can erase their attempt and begin a new one.

STRENGTHS

• Etiquette: Being around the high-class of the Louisiana wasteland for the better part of twenty years, Legs has picked up on how to be courteous to others. That being said, most things that leave his speaker during his stints of pleasantries are lies.
• Knowledge of the Occult: Legs has seen things that he can’t quite explain nor would he like to. He’s taken to learning as much as he can about the supernatural aspects of the world in an effort to figure out just what they are and possibly put a stop to them.
• Lucky: Somebody somewhere must like Legs. Despite some unfortunate run-ins and close shaves, Sargent Bayonet has managed to stay alive and kicking through impossible odds it would seem and the bucket of rust is just fine with his string of good luck.

WEAKNESSES

• Nearsighted: Legs’ optics aren’t as good as they once were. They’ve been scrapped, put back together and replaced so much that Legs’ programming can’t keep them working at an optimal level anymore. As such he can suffer brief to not-so-brief outages in one or all of his eyes leaving him blind.
• Arms: Though the robot has more than made do, Legs doesn’t possess arms. He’s gotten around this handicap by manipulating objects with his eye stocks and titular legs but its pretty hard to pull a trigger without fingers.
• Touch: Legs doesn’t like to be touched under any circumstances. Even with repairs he’ll only let somebody operate on him if he’s in a dire circumstance or just offline.

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WEAPONS
Ball and Chain: Ball and Chain is what Legs’ calls his legs. He’s had spikes mounted onto the shins and the tips of his feet sharpened to a point.
ARMOR
Reinforced Duraframe: It may be a little less sleek than his original frame but Legs’ newest bodywork is tougher than his mass-produced older shell. It also comes with the added bonus of a backpack.
CHEMICALS

• 3x Hallucinogenic herbs

MISCELLANEOUS
Buzzsaw: A Buzzsaw attachment for a standard Mr.Gutsy Model.

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Clank, clank, clank, clank,

The rhythmic sound of Legs’ feet hitting the disused and cracked asphalt was the drowned out by the loud yelling and shouting of merchants who had set up shop in the street to sell their goods to travellers or vendors. It had been decades since Legs had last been home and he had missed all the buildings that he had come to recognize and know in his years of service there. His eyes swivel this way and that, taking in how the area had changed from so long ago but as he waltzed up to his old home; Fort Polk. The old Army Base was rundown to say the least which saddened the machine’s metaphorical heart but seeing that the place was still mostly intact was enough keep his spirits high.

He roamed the halls looking to see if there was any of the old weapons surplus left around though he doubted there would be as the base sat in a decently populated area. To no-one’s surprise no weapons were left in the building but Legs found something even better than any assault rifle or explosive stockpile. Laying on the ground, right where it had been blown off, was the buzzsaw arm attachment of Sargent Bayonet.

“Ha ha! It’s still here! Guess it’s my lucky day!” Legs said as he crouched down.

“What the he-?” came a voice behind Legs which prompted him to straighten up and turn to see a person decked out in some makeshift armour with an insignia of a shooting star on it.

“Hey! There’s some robot snooping’ around in here!” the man called out as some other similarly dressed gang members rushed to their friend’s side. “Who sent you? This is Stars ’n’ Stripes turf.” one of the newcomers exclaimed as she raised a shotgun up to eye level of Legs.

“Mr.STARS AND STRIPES sent me to procure some items for him.” Legs replied, making his voice sound somewhat garmbled.

“Who’s Mr.Stars an-“

“It’s probably Mr.Jack, this thing’s just on the fritz I’ll bet. I’ll tell Joey when we get back to the fort.” One ganger said to the other as they both nodded in agreement. Legs proceeded to crouch down and pretend to make body motions as if he were trying to pickup the saw with phantom limbs as the gang members chuckled at the scene. Eventually one of the gangers walked over and helped the robot get the small saw into it’s backpack.

Immediately Legs marched out of the building, souvenir in tow, feeling borderline murderous after coming into such close contact with the ganger. He hoped that nothing like this would happen during his job with the governor but he doubted he would be that lucky.

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Fly Me to the Moon

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

@Sofaking Fancyget well soon Fancy

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

Domoarigato Mr.roboto

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

Legs the Robot

Legs The Robot

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NAME
Legs, Formerly Known as Sargent Bayonet
AGE
Depends (Parts have been replaced so often any real age is inaccurate)
GENDER
N/A
SPECIES
Mister Gutsy base
HOMETOWN
Northern Province, Shreveport
FACTION
N/A

---

Everybody who’s anybody knows what a Mr.Gutsy looks like; three eye stocks connected to a central, spherical base accompanied by three arms and a thruster for low-level hovering. Legs is a Mr.Gutsy in the loosest sense of the word. His two eye stocks (his right most one is missing) are separate in make and design with one being more classic in design with a spherical lense/eye coupled with a lightly armoured stock, while the other is more industrial in design with the eye looking more akin to a security camera (a box with a camera lens on it) and a stronger, more armoured stock.His central frame is pretty standard as it looks pretty close to his original chrome and spherical shell though there is obvious signs of structural reinforcement and the addition of a brow backpack attached to the back.

By far Legs’ most defining feature is his titular legs. Unlike most of his kind, Legs lacks a thruster and any of his arms with only a set of frankensteined Assultron legs below his head. The legs are a lot more weathered than the rest of the body as they’ve seen the most modification and are bashed against things more often than the other parts. There’s spikes protruding from the shins and the tip of the feet are sharpened to a point.

---

TYPE ENFP-A
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
Legs loves to talk but he’ll keep his responses short and sweet unless he’s explaining something of the Occult in which case he’ll go overboard with detail. When it comes to dangerous situations, Legs will try to talk his way out of a scuffle before being forced into combat of which he adores. He sees fighting as a guilty pleasure; not something that he should like but he does all the same. His laid back and cheery attitude will snap to swearing and stressed if anybody gets too close to him without his express permission.

---

4 4 6 7 6 6 7

---

---

TRAIT
Wild Swampland

You’ve somehow managed to summon the weird around you. Things will get odd quicker than they get normal.

SKILLS
Combat Skill
Unarmed

A combination of martial arts, boxing and other hand-to-hand martial arts. Combat with your hands and feet.

Passive Skill(s)

Speech

The ability to communicate in a practical and efficient manner. The skill of convincing others that your position is correct. The ability to lie and not get caught.

PERK
Put Your Perk Here

STRENGTHS

• Etiquette: Being around the high-class of the Louisiana wasteland for the better part of twenty years, Legs has picked up on how to be courteous to others. That being said, most things that leave his speaker during his stints of pleasantries are lies.
• Knowledge of the Occult: Legs has seen things that he can’t quite explain nor would he like to. He’s taken to learning as much as he can about the supernatural aspects of the world in an effort to figure out just what they are and possibly put a stop to them.
• Lucky: Somebody somewhere must like Legs. Despite some unfortunate run-ins and close shaves, Sargent Bayonet has managed to stay alive and kicking through impossible odds it would seem and the bucket of rust is just fine with his string of good luck.

WEAKNESSES

• Nearsighted: Legs’ optics aren’t as good as they once were. They’ve been scrapped, put back together and replaced so much that Legs’ programming can’t keep them working at an optimal level anymore. As such he can suffer brief to not-so-brief outages in one or all of his eyes leaving him blind.
• Arms: Though the robot has more than made do, Legs doesn’t possess arms. He’s gotten around this handicap by manipulating objects with his eye stocks and titular legs but its pretty hard to pull a trigger without fingers.
• Touch: Legs doesn’t like to be touched under any circumstances. Even with repairs he’ll only let somebody operate on him if he’s in a dire circumstance or just offline.

---

WEAPONS
Ball and Chain: Ball and Chain is what Legs’ calls his legs. He’s had spikes mounted onto the shins and the tips of his feet sharpened to a point.
ARMOR
Reinforced Duraframe: It may be a little less sleek than his original frame but Legs’ newest bodywork is tougher than his mass-produced older shell. It also comes with the added bonus of a backpack.
CHEMICALS

• 3x Hallucinogenic herbs

MISCELLANEOUS
Buzzsaw: A Buzzsaw attachment for a standard Mr.Gutsy Model.

---

Clank, clank, clank, clank,

The rhythmic sound of Legs’ feet hitting the disused and cracked asphalt was the drowned out by the loud yelling and shouting of merchants who had set up shop in the street to sell their goods to travellers or vendors. It had been decades since Legs had last been home and he had missed all the buildings that he had come to recognize and know in his years of service there. His eyes swivel this way and that, taking in how the area had changed from so long ago but as he waltzed up to his old home; Fort Polk. The old Army Base was rundown to say the least which saddened the machine’s metaphorical heart but seeing that the place was still mostly intact was enough keep his spirits high.

He roamed the halls looking to see if there was any of the old weapons surplus left around though he doubted there would be as the base sat in a decently populated area. To no-one’s surprise no weapons were left in the building but Legs found something even better than any assault rifle or explosive stockpile. Laying on the ground, right where it had been blown off, was the buzzsaw arm attachment of Sargent Bayonet.

“Ha ha! It’s still here! Guess it’s my lucky day!” Legs said as he crouched down.

“What the he-?” came a voice behind Legs which prompted him to straighten up and turn to see a person decked out in some makeshift armour with an insignia of a shooting star on it.

“Hey! There’s some robot snooping’ around in here!” the man called out as some other similarly dressed gang members rushed to their friend’s side. “Who sent you? This is Stars ’n’ Stripes turf.” one of the newcomers exclaimed as she raised a shotgun up to eye level of Legs.

“Mr.STARS AND STRIPES sent me to procure some items for him.” Legs replied, making his voice sound somewhat garmbled.

“Who’s Mr.Stars an-“

“It’s probably Mr.Jack, this thing’s just on the fritz I’ll bet. I’ll tell Joey when we get back to the fort.” One ganger said to the other as they both nodded in agreement. Legs proceeded to crouch down and pretend to make body motions as if he were trying to pickup the saw with phantom limbs as the gang members chuckled at the scene. Eventually one of the gangers walked over and helped the robot get the small saw into it’s backpack.

Immediately Legs marched out of the building, souvenir in tow, feeling borderline murderous after coming into such close contact with the ganger. He hoped that nothing like this would happen during his job with the governor but he doubted he would be that lucky.

---

Fly Me to the Moon

☣ F A L L O U T : Genesis [High-Casual] ☣

I'm down to do this, it looks rad

Marvel: Ultimate War

The Immoral Iron Fist

-Name-
Daniel ‘Danny' Rand

-Alias-
The Iron Fist

-Faction-
Independent

-Race-
All Human

-Age-
24

-Powers-
Danny has no powers of his own but he has trained to become more than adept in Martial arts and something of whiz when it come to the holding of energy and robotics. Aside from being a master of many separate martial arts such as boxing or Jujutsu

Iron Fist suit

Danny’s costume is made of normal cloth for the most part but the cream-of-the-crop is the teched out gauntlets and belt. The belt is capable of generating a forcefield around Danny that can protect him from all types of damage to a certain degree. When in a pinch, Danny can channel the energy of the forcefield through his gauntlets and release it as a powerful short range blast. Releasing the energy will short out Danny’s field for a good five minutes which is an eternity in the heat of a fight.

-Personality-
Debauchery used to be the most common aspect of Danny Rand’s wild life of partying and martial arts. Now he’s much less so as he no longer has the money to afford such a lifestyle. Danny doesn’t take life too seriously except when talking about getting cut off from his family’s funds which is a sore spot for Danny.

-Appearance-
Danny stands at 5’8” and has an overall handsome appearance. He’s decently skinny but packs a lot muscle into whatever bulk he does have. He has light-brown hair that’s usually kept short and a pair of brown eyes. He’s been thinking about getting a dragon-tattoo and often times will draw a mock up on himself somewhere in order to see how he’d like having said tattoo.

-Bio-
Danny Rand’s story is one full of achievements, thrills and good times. However this isn’t the interesting parts of Danny’s life, his life only truly became extra-ordinary when he began developing his pet project. Having learned from some of the greatest minds money can hire, Danny was taught leagues about the amazing world of theoretical physics and robotics among other things. With this knowledge and an ever growing yearning to find something new to scratch that thrill seeking itch, Danny began to work on a device that would give him superhuman abilities so he could try out the hero business himself.

Using a tailor made costume and his own advanced technology, Danny began spending his nights patrolling the streets of New York in search of crime to foil. After three days of constantly getting the life beaten out of him, Danny decided to hire a professional to help him learn the ropes.

That’s how Danny Rand met Luke Cage.

Danny heard about quite a few jobs that Cage had done successfully and figured Luke was just the man to help get his career get off the ground. The two fought crime side by side for a few months as they grew to become friends. This friendship would end up putting a major divide between Danny and his father when, after a late night at the bar, Danny and Luke vandalized Mr.Rand’s home which lead to Danny getting cut off from the family fortune. Having had a good time working with Danny, Luke allowed to the now broke hero to join him in the mercenary business as they worked well as a team.

Now Danny and Luke work to keep food in their stomachs and continue living in their tiny apartment.

-Supporting Characters-
Wendell Rand: Danny’s father, cut him off from family fortune after one to many pranks.
Luke Cage: Danny’s partner in crime-fighting and best friend.

-Notes-

Power Grid (1 being below average, 7 being the best possible):
INTELLIGENCE-5
STRENGTH-3 (4 with suit)
SPEED-2
DURABILITY-2 (4 with suit)
ENERGY-3
FIGHTING-6

Marvel: Ultimate War

@Grec Finished up my CS! When do you think we're going to get started?