Thantos

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

A guard walked past Ariella's cell with a tray and a comic book and looked at Rozenn, "hey Kid, lunch time, i want you to put you hands over your head and face the wall", Brian heard the guard barking into the cell next to him "Hey, Leave the Kid alone Mon, cant you see he just got here." the guard looked over at Brian, "Shut your trap, Voodoo Prince, i don't care what the warden says, one more thing out of your mouth and those gold teeth are mine!" looks back at Rozenn and waited

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

Sitting up in his cell yawning he looked toward the glass door to the cell, *if only they weren't bullet proof* Brian had thought to himself as he stretched. Getting out of bed he walked over to his sink and started brushing his teeth, then he heard it, the alarm and the door slam shut. He smiled and said to himself, "Welcome to Project Myth Newbies." He then walked over to his cell door and looked out the glass as the Warden was putting the newbies in their cells.

Fallout: Gotta Loose Your Mind in Detroit Rock City

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Caps: (100 to start)
Skills:
Weapon Skills:(no energy weapons yet)
Armor: (Vault Armor, Leather, metal, raider, pitt raider armor, etc. no power armor yet, i have a way we can get it)
Karma: (Neutral for now)
Radiation:(0 for now)
Schematics:(one to start, random choice and cant built for other players)
Scared of:(has to be scared of something, personally i hate DeathClaws)
Background:

Fallout: Gotta Loose Your Mind in Detroit Rock City

"All hail the overseer we're born in the vault, we die in the vault" What a load of horse shit, its Survival of the Fittest out here folks, welcome to Detroit, well whats left of it anyways, its time for your regular forecast of bullets and a chance of radiation, the feral ghouls have been spotted in the trailer parks of downtown and the mutants are being held back by the Brotherhood, Enclave sightings have died down to zero, well lets just say it looks like hell out there folks----Static----Son of a bitch, looks like the dish is out again, well i guess i will have to fill in the blanks here. Your part of a surviving community from vault 287, radiation pushed us out and we have stuck together ever since, our Overseer is dead, good riddance, never liked him anyway, always on the jet, anyways, getting off topic, its hell out here kid, and each of us needs the help to survive, we managed to take refuge in a tower about 20 miles away from the vault. We did well for ourselves so far, don't get cocky kid, its still a dangerous world out there, we managed to find plenty of weapons but hardly any ammo---lights a cigarette and breathes out some smoke---well, we need to move we cant stay here anymore. Gather your gear, and no we don't have any power armor, so don't ask. We leave when everyone's ready, meet me down stairs at the front door, don't take to long kid, its a big world out there, and time is not on our side---gets up and walks away to the door---oh and stay away from the elevators, they don't work---opens the door and shuts it behind him---

Living outside the Vault

"All hail the overseer we're born in the vault, we die in the vault" What a load of horse shit, its Survival of the Fittest out here folks, welcome to Detroit, well whats left of it anyways, its time for your regular forecast of bullets and a chance of radiation, the feral ghouls have been spotted in the trailer parks of downtown and the mutants are being held back by the Brotherhood, Enclave sightings have died down to zero, well lets just say it looks like hell out there folks----Static----Son of a bitch, looks like the dish is out again, well i guess i will have to fill in the blanks here. Your part of a surviving community from vault 287, radiation pushed us out and we have stuck together ever since, our Overseer is dead, good riddance, never liked him anyway, always on the jet, anyways, getting off topic, its hell out here kid, and each of us needs the help to survive, we managed to take refuge in a tower about 20 miles away from the vault. We did well for ourselves so far, don't get cocky kid, its still a dangerous world out there, we managed to find plenty of weapons but hardly any ammo---lights a cigarette and breathes out some smoke---well, we need to move we cant stay here anymore. Gather your gear, and no we don't have any power armor, so don't ask. We leave when everyone's ready, meet me down stairs at the front door, don't take to long kid, its a big world out there, and time is not on our side---gets up and walks away to the door---oh and stay away from the elevators, they don't work---opens the door and shuts it behind him---

if you wanna join in let me know

Child of the OLD Gods

Yes to both. As long as it's myth not faith. And a then a will always have a spot open

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

Accepted

Project Myth: The Old Gods Exist

My Character

Name: Brian "D-bone" Franklin

Parent: Baron Samadhi the Voodoo God of the Dead

Age: appears to be 29 is actually 64 years old

Prison #: 667298367

Appearance: Dreads and gold teeth make him belong to the Voodoo lore, but oddly enough, well mannered, this Jamaican is actually a well popular crime boss in New Orleans, he convinced the gaurds in letting him keep his cane and manufacture a suit for him with the inmate #. He also convinced the guard to hot box his cell, keeping him calm and collective

Powers: mainly death and darkness is his calling mostly voodoo magic

Skills: Manipulation and potion and curse making

Job: Jamaican Crime Boss in New Orleans

background: Jail is all to familiar to him, but with a little work, who knew a thug could become a crime boss, since he was 20 he was running the streets in New Orleans, he would sell drugs , deal with cops, steal from banks, damn near everything. that is... until project myth happened, you see, he was caught raising the dead in the local graveyard and well, he was talking to one of his fallen street thugs. when he was captured and dragged away he just laughed and cursed the guards that captured him: now they are on call, waiting for their masters orders "Ha, its almost time Mon"

Threat Level: Extremely dangerous

Child of the OLD Gods

Sorry but no to the demons or monsters. Their creatures of faith not myth. The characters are children of God's and goddesses of the past. (Ex. Hachiman, Japanese god of war and fisherman, or Zeus Greek god of thunder king of Olympus etc)

Child of the OLD Gods

ok well pull one then