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Quae Academy ( The school for mastering elements )

Well damn that was quick. Sorry to see you go Esaillia

Fallout: The rescue of Six

I think you're doing good as well I mean with a RP of several people you do have to allow one or two days to go by before you tick a day forward or a time transition from a certain point but at some point you can just drag other people by forcing their characters to tag along. Called force action. Most GMs that do this will state it so that players dont get pissed.

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Fallout: The rescue of Six
Name: "Dirty" Dan
Race: Ghoul
Age: 43
Gender: Male

Appearance

Wears a handkerchief over his face, like and old school 'Bandito' and a Stormchaser Hat with its googles down to hide as much of his face as possible to avoid Discrimination and Grudges people may hold.

Wears the Roving Trader Outfit (seen above)

Biography

Growing up with Boomers he picked up the stuff they overlooked while he was young. As he grew older, he realized looting was his expertise and he got better at making and finding useful things ;mainly ammo.
At the age of 20, he left the Boomers. On his own now, he soon realized he was not very good in open combat. Thankfully, he had this epiphany while he was traveling with a caravan of merchants and was only slightly wounded. From then on, he tended to stay out of sight and after that, things got simpler. Scavenging became easier and picking off other scavengers was no problem.

Fast forward three years. Dan is performing an in and out in Necropolis. Simple job. Good payout. Easy Money. But, things went sour when he left the building. A group of bandits approached him and, armed to the teeth with various melee weapons, they attacked him, apparently high on Psycho. They beat him unconscious, presuming him dead and looting him for all he had.

-- 20 Years Later--

Wandering the post apocalyptic world is not fun when most people you meet want to kill you and the rest treat you like shit. Anytime you turn your back you expect to catch a bullet through the skull or a blade in the back. You learn how to survive in the game of life, If you can call it that. Staying alive is most of the work, And when people don't see you, they don't put up a fight. All of these things ran through Dans mind as he strode through the wasteland approaching Hub, just miles of the location in which he awoke as a ghoul.

Specialization

Stealth, Caravan, Bartering, Ammo Crafting
Strength 4
Perception 6
Endurance 4
Charisma 7
Intelligence 5
Agility 7
Luck 7

Other

Being a ghoul, he doesn't bother looking for the 'un-radiated' items that the smooth skins tend to favor, thanks to his natural resistance to radiation. This makes it easier for him to drink and eat.. and much cheaper too.
Tries to avoid saying smoothskin or fleshy while in town to keep the "image"

Weapon List

Lever action shotgun
Silenced 10mm Pistol
Machete

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Name: Rei'vaj (Ray-vah-shh)
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Appearance

Element: Electricity

Powers

When touching someone or something he can discharge a high voltage(Affected by character growth) charge through this contact. Outwardly he generates magnetic fields, their size and number increase as he gets stronger. He is quite smart and has learned how to apply these in several ways over time.
inwardly he has experimented with altering the flow bioelectricity in his brain (Ex. His eyes making his vision great or even blinding himself / Or stopping nerves from sending signals of pain to his brain *comes with severe after effects*)

Personality

A strategist at heart he is good at recognizing strengths and weaknesses of people he meets. (at age 12 he was beating his father in chess) he enjoys meeting new people. He is a born leader because of these traits but does not desire to lead. He normally ends up second in command or "shadowleading" Smart, creative, and over thinks things sometimes (All of the time)

History

Rei'vaj was a smart kid, reading all kinds of books and learning everything he could, a figurative sponge for knowledge. Or so, they called him; they being parents/teachers, really anyone that he knew. As time passed, his reading became an issue for those around him. In Elementary School, being banned from reading was his punishment. Being so smart, he often corrected teachers and fellow students. He also ran off at the mouth... Far too often.. Too much.. Everytime.. which always ended with him in fights. Fights that he didn't participate in, mostly remaining on the defensive as per his parents instructions and still, yet he ended up suspended. Never the aggressor, yet always punished. He would even going as far as to restrain the other child until help would arrive.

At the end of the 5th grade, his father told him if ever he got into a fight again-he better EARN the suspension. In other words, the other kid better look worse than him, for once. After that point Rei'vaj, began to watch, read, and learn little bits of things about fighting and the points on the body that could really hurt people. After that he became slightly withdrawn and expected a fight at any time hostility arose, However after the day his father talked to him. was the day the bullying stopped. Slightly disappointed Rei'vaj later figured that on that day his outward attitude/aura changed to a point that no one figured him as an easy target. Middle school was uneventful aside from keeping his family from killing each other in which case he was a mediator and a good listener. High school didn't change much either except his grades dipped not because he wasn't smart but because he didn't put forth the effort and thus while parents and teacher preached he could "Do so much more if he APPLIED HIMSELF" he never did and then on his 18th birthday he got a shock and a knock on the door starting a new chapter and a new life

Familiar Name:Surge
Familiar Species:

Cetan

Familiar Powers

Absorbs electricity from sources (sitting on power lines, being hit by lightning, flying through storm clouds,) The more he absorbs he begins to glow with a blue tinge crackling energy. As he absorbs electricity he can fly (much) faster and swooping he can attack his target directing all of his remaining absorbed charge into them stunning/maiming or killing the target

Other

The charged attack is his favorite way to hunt as it can leave its food completely stunned but not dead.
Enjoys flying in the clouds of storms.
Sitting on power lines can cause surges and breakers to trip.
Steals Peoples Cookies.

Fallout: The rescue of Six

Dan made it to his room after midnight without hurting himself. The room he rented looked like he did: Shit. Shrugging to himself he entered the room, and shut the door behind him. Walking over to the bed, he fell onto the bed, as thin as it was, it felt great. Soon after, he was asleep.

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Waking up as light filtered in through the excuse of a window, Dan lay there on the bed of his rented room remembering last night, the reason for his splitting pain between his ears.

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After winning the first game of Caravan, of which Blunt was none to happy about. Blunt challenged him several times, always wanting to walk away with more caps that she started with. So Dan bought another bottle of whiskey to share with his new brash opponent. Not making it easy for her to take his caps, they each walked away from the table that night with more information than extra caps.

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Sitting up with his head splitting in half, Dan remembered why he didn't drink much. It was the only thing that wasn't different since 20 years ago. Cursing the hangover, he climbed out of bed and checked his person and backpack-both of which were in order. Gathering his things, he thought over what he knew and what he would do with this new knowledge: Blunt had mentioned she had paying work. She had told him nothing more than the work would take her East and not to expect to see her again. That little bit told Dan that the work was dangerous and paid well enough to risk it. Dangerous and going East could only mean she would be going into Legion territory, as they were now THE superpower in the Mojave. He thought with a smirk. She would surely leave plenty of bodies in her wake. That meant loot. But more importantly, he had another thought; anyone paying good money for a suicide mission, would send more than one person. It would be how he spent his money for something he wanted, like a way to go back to that day in Necropolis. Maybe he could get some work of the same pay. He put on his hat, thinking it might be time for a new hat. If he died, he wouldn't mind. As far as he was concerned, he had died 20 years ago. He had spent his time since staying beyond Deaths cold grasp.

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I like your character very original Asailia

Fallout: The rescue of Six

As Dirty Dan enter Madison's bar After arriving at the Hub, he walked to the bar and asked for a Sarsaparilla. The bartender grunted and put one in front of him "12 caps" he said, hand still on the bottle. "Alright" counting out the caps, he placed them on the counter, not really caring, having just sold of his most recent haul of scavenged goods and buying up local raw materials, and netted a cool 743 caps. Taking the bottle from the bartender's hand, he walk to an isolated table against the wall of the bar. Sitting with his back to the wall, he drank his Sarsaparilla not bothering to hide his face, this was Hub. Scanning the room he looked for some more easy caps thumbing his deck in his breast pocket. The door opened and he looked at who came through; a slender dark-haired female stepped through. As the door closed, he caught view of a desert colored hound sitting beside the door on his haunches as she crossed the threshold, it nosed the gap as the door shut behind her. She walked to the bar , ordered a whisky and a glass. He scanned the room again, all the others looked like locals and regulars. This new woman seemed to be the only one who didn't belong. He pulled his cards from his pocket, and began to shuffle them. Looking back up at the woman, she was now nursing a half-full glass of whiskey she had poured herself. She scanned the room, her eyes meeting his, her eyes betrayed nothing, no distaste or hate.

"Need Something?" She asked loudly, downing the rest of her glass.
Dan indicated the cards in his hands, "Fancy a Game?"

Rina stared closely at her hand, clenching her jaw as the cards laid out on the table. She could nearly feel a drop of sweat bead down from her temple. Why was it so hot in here? How was this man so incredibly good at playing Caravan? Surely, he was the living definition of a swindler, if she'd ever seen one. And, it wasn't even like they'd gambled all of their caps! She'd make a thousand turning in that bounty, and she was fronting 5 grand more for this mission she was to embark on. Granted, she spent at least half of that on supplies. But, this game was only worth 200 caps. And yet, here she sat.. Sweating as if her precious Acosador himself were to be traded into slavery. She watched and waited, absolutely certain her poker face had washed off 5 glasses of whiskey ago. The bottle lie on its side; empty and cast aside. The man she'd come to know as "Dirty Dan" over the course of the game cheekily placed down a three, finalizing his last caravan and winning the match.

She let out a pent up breath, a groan mixing in with it lightly. "Damn. One more move and I would have had you!" Rina yelled out, slamming an open palm on the table and sliding her caps across the table to him. "What brings you to this damned bar anyway?"

Leaving the caps on the table, Dan pointed at them "Why caps of course, and it seems you are part of the reason I'm here" sweeping them off the table, he quickly pocketed them. "Unless you'd like to play again, I think the opportunities for some easy caps have dried up around here "

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Fallout: The rescue of Six

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