The_written_John

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@Letter Bee

it's not really an inconvenience when you have entire control on what happens to that mook. He could trip and fall on his own knife for jesus sakes. XDDD

edit: But I understand how it works now XD

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@The_written_John, while you're allowed to control mooks, having them speak, or move towards another PC, is a no-no.

@Letter Bee

Oh. I fail to understand why but fair enough, i'l edit... :/

Done, edited.

Guess my post was pretty shitty huh? :p

edit: should probably put "Not allowed to make mooks atleast somewhat interesting" in the rules XD

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

"This just became easier than I imagined..." Spoke Akira, his deep voice grumbling into a small murmur as he looked out towards the events which were transpiring, with the assault on Old Man's Corner being as hectic as it was, he at least praised silently their ability to survive so long without having been slaughtered, though it didn't change the fact the wastelanders were trying their best to eliminate their raider foes, and with such a common enemy being raiders, Akira thought about helping these outnumbered men, though he was only human too, and with enough bullets even he would be dead.

Equipping each Valentina onto his right and left arms, he tightly locked each power fist into place before getting on one knee, surveying the actions of every single potential ally before him, Akira nodded his head when he saw the 19 year old youngster@letter bee collapse along with his trained Yao Guai. Akira knew the boy would have avoided such a move if he were aware of it, thus he decided with taking the stealthy approach, heading in the direction of the North woods, he spotted just as he hid behind a large boulder, the appearance of six armed slavers...

"Six... All heavily equipped, leather armor... If I don't plan this right, i'll end up riddled... I can't run at this without thinking ahead... I need to think... What could I possibly do... uh...!

Leather armor would be no match for his brutal power fist, with the amount of force he can manipulate with his sheer strength, Akira sneaked behind the half-dozen slavers, getting towards the one closest to the back, Akira aimed his right fist outward toward the others which immediately charging forward, his large powerful power fist connects right into the back of the mans armor, ripping through the leather with sheer force, before sinking his clenched fist through one of the slavers back, and out the front, though the chest, only for his hand to grip the submachine gun the raider was carrying. Not wasting any time, Akira unloaded the entire clip with a scream, while holding the corpse meat shield in his grip, to soak up a few rounds from the incoming bullet fire.

The bullet fire from the raiders was short lived however when Akira mid power fist plunge had unleashed a torrent of flame from his right Valentina, scorching and riddling three more raiders in the process. Mid flame, Akira bellowed with a war cry, before charging off ahead, allowing his meatshield to take a few hits, though he himself suffered a few wounds himself, a bullet in the shoulder, and in the side, causing the power fisted white devil to cough in pain, able to handle it due to his armor ontop of his pretty substantial endurance, however he didn't wish to see how long that would last, and acted on instinct, throwing the corpse, as if it were a baseball bat ahead into the furthest raider, which knocked him into the ground, allowing him to make one last effort to use his left power fist.

Akira's left open palm snatched onto the raiders soft, easily crushable face, while the other smacked the gun away from his grip, allowing Akira the moment to easily CRUSH the mans skull in a single clench, sending gibs of his skull rolling across the ground, drenching akira in the mans blood. Panting from the experience, and bleeding himself from his bullet wounds, he slowly tore the net to shreds, allowing the 19 year old to escape, speaking up so that he could hear him.

"Get up, I don't know who you are... but anyone willing to kill these horrible monsters is an ally in my book, get up, and quickly before your friends g-"

Akira's speech was quickly cut short, when the raider he had thrown the body at had gripped the gun at his side and fired his last bullet right into the wounded shoulder of akira, forcing the man to collapse painfully, leaving Par to have to deal with the final raider, as the slaver tried to climb up onto his feet and brandish a switchblade, grinning disturbingly towards him.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Name: Akira Fitzgerald

Age: 32

Looks:

Akiras appearance: created in FO4

Personality: Polite, friendly and against unneccessary violence, Akira can be considered a "White Knight" a "Goody Two Shoes" or someone who doesnt belong in the harsh realities of the wastes. Akira is overly protective, and a justicar at heart, extracting vengeance on raiders and murderers alike for willingfully performing crimes such as murder and slavery. Considered too polite and too nice for his own good, Akira tries not to accept caps from those of a poverty struck background, and simply asks for a small meal instead, showing off his very selfless nature, however he is merciless at his job, and when he knows an evil man or woman has commited an evil deed, no amount of begging or desires to "change their ways" will save them, a leopard can't change their spots as they say.

Those who are kind, honest of heart and desire a truely free wasteland devoid of political corruption and honest men will find him to be a joy to be around, sometimes quiet but friendly, inspired and quite the mortal booster, a person who they can rely on. If you are someone who is against his views, he will not take kindly to you, and will issue warning, though if you willingly admit to being a criminal, it wont take a second for him to gut you down, a warning many smug arrogant raiders seem to forget.

Faction: Wastelander

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

Strength: 10
Perception: 5
Endurance: 7
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 4

Backstory:

"Some say i'm too good for the wasteland, some say I shouldn't be alive, or that it's some form of miracle that I breathe. It always brings shock and surprise to others when I tell them of my ideals, tell them of my future plans, and what I wish to accomplish. Most laugh, mock me, or think me as just a foolish child... They can think whatever they please, but it won't stop me from pursuing my goals...

I will bring corruptionless peace to the wasteland... If not in my lifetime, then through those I persuade, who join my side, and those I father. The ones before the war stated once that Rome was never built in a day... This same statement applies. If you're reading this, then make a change for the better, live your life free of the manipulative crushing jaws of the radiated wastes, save lives, build our world to be prosperous for all... but most of all, don't give up... This is Akira Fitzgerald, not the leader, but a proud member of free men, signing off..."

- One of the many holotapes Akira has left scattered across the wasteland.

Akira Fitzgerald was born unwanted, and was thus abandoned by the one who made him, just the unwanted child of a dirty back alley craven whore who selfishly left her own flesh and blood to die outside of the radiated wastes to be consumed alive by the horrors they laid beyond the city gates, at least, that's what would have taken his short lived life, had he not been carried up by a wandering caravan coming towards the gates an hour later. The group, consisting of 2 guards, Carla and Samuel, a grizzly dirty merchant nicknamed Deetz and their fat and filled brahmin Bertha noticed the child of Akira, gurning and screaming, and out of their hearts, or perhaps not wanting to pick up any guilt, safely carried the child off the grime and clothed him in a simple wrap, conflicted on what to do.

Carla, holding onto the child decided to ask around as the group were selling off their goods to the city, and came across the whore herself, selling herself like the selfish woman she was. Carla, noticing just how she reacted to the woman and the baby in her grip could tell just whos child it was by a simple guilty glance in her eyes, and in a rush of both anger and unadultered rage dragged the whore out into the street, and proceeded to pummel her with her fists so violently that it drew a group around her, Samuel, having heard the commotion, was forced to drag her off the pulp beaten whore who quickly tries scrambling away, only to now have the whole community at the whores defense, seemingly not happy their 'property" was damaged. On the whores go, the whole town, or the ones who used the "product" removed their guns, and proceeded to open fire on both Samuel and Carla, attempting to riddle the two into the dirt. Lucky for them, the two were able to make it out of the fire just fine, however deetz was not as lucky, as guardsmen outside the corrupt city, having noticed deetz with the two decided to personally greet him, before dragging him off in the street, to have thew whore from before repeatedly gut him like some form of sadistic raider, laughing along with her "friends", Carla and Samuel were both saved from the sight, as they fled through the sewers, escaping into the wastes with a child in their hands...

Both the two of them having survived, they reached the next town over, Samuel however, spat on carla, belittling her as nothing more than a loose cannon, an emotional train wreak and a blood shitting animal who could end up potentially killing him faster than any deathclaw could. He left Carla, alone with a child in her arms, to fend for herself with nothing but her rifle, some caps and a broken heart.

Life raising Akira was not easy. Carla was forced to take every scummy job under the sun just to keep the baby fed and safe, reducing both her energy and her skills both, though she kept hope in her heart that it would be worth it, to repay Samuel and Deetz both for what she did, if she ever met them again. At the age of 7, Akira was noticeably a lot stronger than other children in the town, perhaps that meager hour in the grime of the wastes helped to sink some radiation into his system... in a positive way, he was much stronger than the others, and while he was a casual learner, his main skills remained in his ability to lift and carry, which the town saw as a welcome sight, giving him many jobs to help pay the cap rent of living in the town, and the more he aged, the stronger her became, even so much as to being able to hunt and maim things with his sheer strength, taking a job at the town butchery at age 10, easily able to surpass the cutting and finger strength of people aged around 20, he truly was a special child.

When growing up, he was endlessly praised and raised by Carla, who he had no idea was not his true mother, and her words of wisdom, about the world, about looking after people, about taking care of the land stuck with him every moment of his life. He was very protective of his mother, though like Carla, coincidentally, he could not hold back his fists when it came to bullies or evildoers, and was the receiver of much abuse from others calling him a blood curdling animal for beating up assholes to within an inch of their breath, though behind the strong childs back, to the point where others became afraid of him, and this wasn't the end of his strife when Carla, having taken a hunting job ventured off into the wastes, never returned... Only to be found by settlers later, consumed alive, and dead, ambushed and cannibalized by geckos... Akira's spirit was crushed.

Lonely from the lack of others being around him, Akira fell into a crippling depression at the age of 14, and attempted to commit suicide when he went off into the wastes to die alone, destroyed that everyone hated him for what made him special. He sat there, awaiting his cruel deathly fate, when the appearance of his grim reaper laid before him, its fangs, sharp and bloody, its body scaled and bulky, a deathclaw, was to be the boys reaper... yet... when it readied its claws for an easy kill, Akira's mind changed... he screamed and fled, not knowing what made his mind change, but the flashing face of his adopted mother, when he felt the sharp claws of its claw slice him from behind, creating a blood thick wound, the child was not dead, but all it would take is another quick slash... and yet his life was saved.

A cloaked hooded figure screamed and bashed the deathclaw away with his own body... A bulky hunchbacked man, surrounded with blistering pours over his green face and feet, with grey hair patched on his disturbed face, twisted and manipulated beyond belief, a man radiated to the point where he was shaped like some form of monstrosity, given strength by radiation, but with a horrible figure, yet he spoke intelligently, and with a screech he climbed on top of the deathclaw, and proceeded to rip its throat out with his very hands, the child passed out soon after.

Awakening several weeks later, Akira was awoken to the sight of a mutated, and large super mutant, shocked and about to scream at first, before realizing the man was his savior, he broke into tears, but was politely comforted. The man announced himself as Arthur Fitzgerald, a man who grew up in the wastes a despicable waste of life, a criminal, a murderer, a thief, one who would drink and fuck eagerly not caring about the world, until a job had gone wrong. Arthur explained, a man, with auburn hair, had kidnapped him, along with others, and had experimented on them, dumping them in what could only be described as a green acid. The group including himself were turned into super mutants, and he was the only one who retained his intelligence, his memories, his life, though was forced to work for this evil individual for many years as a slave, before Arthur was able to make his escape into the wastes. He saw these events, and the horrors he experienced as this misshaped monster a call to change his ways, to amend for his sins.

Arthur turns out, was Akira's actual father. Arthur, having saw the child, felt a strong connection to him, but when the child grew to an adult, at the age of 20, and having slowly saw him strengthen up, he realized he was an almost splitting image of himself at that age. Arthur confessed this to Akira, claiming during his time as a criminal, he had sex with many whores, and one of them could have had him as a child, this is when Akira realized Carla was not the woman he thought she was, and it both saddened yet made him happy... that someone saved him without knowing him as flesh and blood. Akira, hugged his father happily, and they lived happily together until Akira's 27th, when Arthur died of unnatural causes. Super mutants were immune to radiation damage, yet he died of an illness, a sickness, a poison? The reason was unknown. What was known was that Akira was now alone, but not forgotten. His father gave him the co-ordinates of the many places he had visited as a young gun, and told him to go search for his mother, were she alive. Akira did just that.

It took him two years, on his 29th birthday to finally reach the town he was conceived in. It was then, he came into contact with the old, decrepit woman in a ragged dress sitting down outside the local bar, drinking selfishly to herself, yet surprised at Akira's appearance, claiming he was the double image of a youngin' she met once... "Arthur Darling". When Akira pressed her on it, asking her if she remembered any names, Carla for instance, she chuckled, and boasted on how she "beat her up" in her own words, and that she would have done the same to the kid in her arms, calling it a rotten piece of shit. The woman wasn't the wisest to just admit to everything, and without a second thought, Akira plunged his powerfist through her face, dissecting her entire cranium with one punch, before letting her fall... He then massacred the entire town, and burned its corrupt violent nature down into the ground, causing many to spread rumor of a "White Devil" having claimed the cities lives.

Today, age 32, Akira desires to make the world void of killers and murders, by eliminating all of those who corrupt the world, he hopes to finally usher in a world of peace, and prosperity, a world he fully admits, he will not be allowed to live in, since he has soiled his own fingers in the blood of violence. He hopes those who follow him will help save the world from its own corruptible chokehold, no matter how much bloodshed it takes.

Weapon choice: Valentina sisters: Possesses perfectly maintained yet bloody power fists on each arm entirely surrounded in sharp spikes and razor wire, the left Valentina power fist possesses a custom battery pack, allowing him to send a powerful deadly volt of electricity through an opponent he grabs, though must recharge for 5 minutes after every grab, while the right Valentina power fist possesses a small flamethrower nozzle underneath the wrist, with enough fuel to last 30 seconds before refill, can burn opponents alive.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@The_written_John, glad you clarified.

@Madly33, agreed.

Written, what about stalking Old Man's Corner, looking for ways in and out, with the plan to ambush slavers as they go out on patrol and raids, then kill them like some horror movie villain before escaping?

However, said plan is cancelled because Par and the others chose to attack, and so you're now looking for a way to take advantage of the Chaos, snatching slavers as they rush to and fro, taking them to back alleys and woods, then crushing their heads?

Or, I can also have Par come to some trouble, and Akira can rescue him?

@Letter Bee

You make it seem like Akira is some form of 1960's horror movie bad guy here XD I'd think his first instinct would be to help people up and at the front, so possibly saving par would be a great idea, hell, even taking a bullet for him in the process.

edit: sorry about thinking so aggressively in terms of akira, i've just been having fun using him in F04 XP just rushing in and pummeling all those pesky raiders XDD

But yeah, i like idea 3.

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

If a big ass dude came running in out of no where in a land like this during a high tension fight, what would you do? lol

@Madly33

If i saw him literally run past me, then kill my enemy, ignoring me in the process, i'd think it'd be obvious he's an asset XD

I mean, how DO you make introductions in a situation like this?

"Golly gee sir, i know there's bullets flying everywhere but I wish to help you out chum MMM CAPITAL!"

I dooo not think so XD

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Well, if you would like to join the Slave rescue party then maybe insert your character in a little more of a dynamic way, don't just charge in because John, Par, and Gabe are all on their toes right now and that would get Akira killed

@Madly33

seems a bit late for that when everythings already up shit creak with the yao guai and everything. And i doubt they'd attack akira if akira shows himself killing a few raiders while he's saving lives like?

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@The_written_John
Yes object lol
Kinda ruins the whole plan we spent this last few days setting up
Plus our characters dont know Akira, would shoot him

@Madly33

well fine, fuck you too then XD

guess i'l just wait a week for things to calm down? or like a month XD

*note me when i can actually properly rp <3

edit: i'm making a joke about the fuck you thing, no offence :p

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

Okay, i'm caught up to what everyone is doing in the slave camp, imma have akira charge into a tunnel himself to save some slavers XP any objections?

Fallout: New York (Still accepting :D)

@The_written_John
Read up on where our characters are and find a way to intro it, then yes

@Madly33

Sweet xD