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FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

Ralph awoke underneath the deck of the ship like he had many moons before, he didn't have the money to enjoy the upper deck and the fuckery that ensured with it. Being a poor folkin, he ended up in the depths of the deck - once he arose from his sleep he geared up and went to look around. They had to hit Hawaii eventually, right? While exploring the metal creature of an underbelly he came across a situation, a super mutant, thugs, and some hero. Now a normal person might throw themselves in head-on, like some good-doing hero but this seemed like a bloody mess in the waiting so Ralph simply turned around and made his way to the top of the deck. He squinted as he made it to the top, the sun was bright and boiled down on the survivors of this aquatic wasteland.

While everyone seemed keen on doing their own thing, a news crew of all things was patrolling and stalking the top of the deck. Despite where he may go, there was always trouble lingering nearby. Ralph let out a small sigh as he made his way to the railings near some other 'rich' adventurers, looking into the distance he swore he could see the horizon of the fabled island nation. Riches awaited the patient after all.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Kleo wasn't sure who the fuck this lick was beside her but she didn't care, before she could rage or protest anymore she was picked up and escorted to whatever-medbay existed on this insectoid hellhole of a ship. Though before her departure she turned to this plastic-looking silicone motherfucker of sorts, and spit some blood towards him and his shirt. "Fuck you, weird - looking.." Then she passed out in the arms of the capable medics (or bug/squid medics?) as she was hauled away to the medbay for much-needed R&R and blood transfusions, as well as some bullet pulling.

She had a full day ahead of her!

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

R. Kroger

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"Listen, gentlemen, I'm sure we can come to an agreement."

_{25 《》 6'2}

_{P R E S E N C E}

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There comes a time when you find yourself in a high-pressure, high-stakes, and deadly situation. When you find yourself in a rut, you'll need a silver tongue.

Despite his ruggedly good appearance, Ralph was one for words a silver tongue, and even more as a businessman. Cool, calm, collected and charismatic. One hell of a devil, Ralph oozed an air of authority and perhaps a degree of mystery that shrouded him and his family. He was always ones to chat up the ladies and give the side-eye to any freakazoid that came his way. The mutant problem was something his brother usually dealt with.

Ralph keeps it real and lets people know that he always seems to be the guy to share his cards upfront. At least, no one can see through his poker face yet.
_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Hail, be well.

Being born under the boot of the legion, the Kroger family was a result of an amalgamated tribe east of Hoover Dam. They weren't always slaves but in this cruel nuclear wasteland sometimes the roll of the dice. Not all the Krogers would serve a life of servitude, opting to break off and escape the life of a born soldier. Ralph was lucky to be born into the free side of the Kroger family, though the life he was put into was anything but ordinary. One of the Kroger Family's natural merits was having the iron will to survive and push through, which was passed onto our young apprentice.

Spread out like jacks through the west coast and away from the Legion, the Krogers found their purchase in this life and the next from slaving. Maybe Caesar (read: kai-tzar) was partially right about the enslavement of man. If you weren't strong enough, you would be enslaved and the Kroger slaves arguably had it better than those of the Legion or worse. Alongside the slavery business, was the Mercenary company that was offered by the family, fighting squabbles and for the highest bidder always worked out in the end for the Krogers.

Lastly leading a small casino and caravan business always kept the family on a legitimate front, albeit a bit seedy. Ralph's role was that of a manager and businessman, brokering deals, solving issues, and making sure the money continued to roll in like it always would. The more meatier and bruiser type of business was left to Ralph's brother. Despite cutting out business and a small hermit empire in the lesser parts of this remaining known world, there was one problem. Where would they spend the caps?

Part business, but mostly pleasure it was time to open doors for the Krogers. Ralph took a bet on a cruise out to the isles of 'Hawaii'. What could be set up there, a slaver's guild, a supply line? Ralph was eager to see, but until then he enjoyed the ride like any Kroger would.

_{S P E C I A L}

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Strength - 5
Perception - 5
Endurance - 5
Charisma - 6
Intelligence - 8
Agility - 5
Luck - 6

[X]Speech - 3
[X]Survival - 3
Barter - 3
[X]Guns - 3
Medicine - 3
Science - 3
Explosives - 3
Repair - 3



_{E Q U I P M E N T}

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MK2 Combat Armor - Built for warriors, it was meant for warriors like Krogers. Stripped down to include Kroger's family crest and colors it still bears some resemblance to its pre-war state. America forever.

Combat Rifle (.45) Scoped - Raider and creature hunter, nuff said.

M1911 - Survived 400 years, it'll survive another 400.

Backpack - It's a backpack.

Medical Kit (Kroger Made!) - 1x Superstimpack, 10x Stimpack, 5x Radaway, 5x Rad-x & 5x Med-X.

Denominations - 3,000 caps.

Journal - Business plans inside.

TRAIT:Mercantile

You have an extraordinary silver tongue in the realm of bartering and trade. You get an extra die to roll during any dialogue with a merchant or tradesperson of some kind. However, any complications you generate during bartering will generate a scenario where an enemy NPC will attempt to rob you blind of all your caps.

The Evenomed: Violent Military SciFi Action Across A Post-War Expanse

Kleo Fans only ms. Bunny

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Gazzaro-I a long time ago...
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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛-𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚍-𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚌𝚘𝚗-𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚙'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚄𝚗𝚣𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎​ 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝙸 (𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜). 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝-𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛.

𝙵𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚘, 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 - 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛-𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗.



𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎 - 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚐-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛, 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 '𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍' 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜.

𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌' 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 - 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝? 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢?

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝟿𝟶𝟶𝟶' 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

"𝙵-.. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛!" 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌.

𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝. 𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 - 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚢? 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕-𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗! 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚍, '𝚊𝚍𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔-𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 '𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚍𝚘." 𝙺𝚕𝚎𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕.

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗. "𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚆𝚊𝚒𝚝 '𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖.. 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎."

FALLOUT: ALOHA (RP)

R. Kroger

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"Listen, gentlemen, I'm sure we can come to an agreement."

_{25 《》 6'2}

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There comes a time when you find yourself in a high-pressure, high-stakes, and deadly situation. When you find yourself in a rut, you'll need a silver tongue.

Despite his ruggedly good appearance, Ralph was one for words a silver tongue, and even more as a businessman. Cool, calm, collected and charismatic. One hell of a devil, Ralph oozed an air of authority and perhaps a degree of mystery that shrouded him and his family. He was always ones to chat up the ladies and give the side-eye to any freakazoid that came his way. The mutant problem was something his brother usually dealt with.

Ralph keeps it real and lets people know that he always seems to be the guy to share his cards upfront. At least, no one can see through his poker face yet.

_{C H R O N I C L E}

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Hail, be well.

Being born under the boot of the legion, the Kroger family was a result of an amalgamated tribe east of Hoover Dam. They weren't always slaves but in this cruel nuclear wasteland sometimes the roll of the dice. Not all the Krogers would serve a life of servitude, opting to break off and escape the life of a born soldier. Ralph was lucky to be born into the free side of the Kroger family, though the life he was put into was anything but ordinary. One of the Kroger Family's natural merits was having the iron will to survive and push through, which was passed onto our young apprentice.

Spread out like jacks through the west coast and away from the Legion, the Krogers found their purchase in this life and the next from slaving. Maybe Caesar (read: kai-tzar) was partially right about the enslavement of man. If you weren't strong enough, you would be enslaved and the Kroger slaves arguably had it better than those of the Legion or worse. Alongside the slavery business, was the Mercenary company that was offered by the family, fighting squabbles and for the highest bidder always worked out in the end for the Krogers.

Lastly leading a small casino and caravan business always kept the family on a legitimate front, albeit a bit seedy. Ralph's role was that of a manager and businessman, brokering deals, solving issues, and making sure the money continued to roll in like it always would. The more meatier and bruiser type of business was left to Ralph's brother. Despite cutting out business and a small hermit empire in the lesser parts of this remaining known world, there was one problem. Where would they spend the caps?

Part business, but mostly pleasure it was time to open doors for the Krogers. Ralph took a bet on a cruise out to the isles of 'Hawaii'. What could be set up there, a slaver's guild, a supply line? Ralph was eager to see, but until then he enjoyed the ride like any Kroger would.


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Strength - 5
Perception - 5
Endurance - 5
Charisma - 6
Intelligence - 9
Agility - 5
Luck - 6

[X]Speech - 5
[X]Survival - 4
Barter - 3
[X]Guns - 4
Medicine - 2
Science - 3
Explosives - 2
Repair - 1




_{E Q U I P M E N T}

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MK2 Combat Armor - Built for warriors, it was meant for warriors like Krogers. Stripped down to include Kroger's family crest and colors it still bears some resemblance to its pre-war state. America forever.

Combat Rifle (.45) Scoped - Raider and creature hunter, nuff said.

M1911 - Survived 400 years, it'll survive another 400.

Backpack - It's a backpack.

Medical Kit (Kroger Made!) - 1x Superstimpack, 10x Stimpack, 5x Radaway, 5x Rad-x & 5x Med-X.

Denominations - 3,000 caps.

Journal - Business plans inside.

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Hello...?

FALLOUT: ALOHA

Aloha.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

The sleeping and snoozing Kleo Alves pulled herself out of the rut that she was in, the young soldier needed to rack up some kills for the team before it all went to hell. With the retreat - or the offensive that was going on it just made sense for the flesh-ling to do something good for once. She made her way against the advice of Doctor Squidlet to the thing or hatch that would take her to the .50 cal that was attached to Echo. Upon reaching the turret she racked herself in some bullets of love before aiming it towards the general area of the camera on the enemy mech. Pressing down on the triggers she began to send out hot thrashing lead towards it's target ready to turn it into slag just like her enemies before her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Terror on Galaga

Uh do you have a character sheet or something?