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Fallout: Equestria - Punitive Bellyrubs Interest Check Edition
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Forum: General Interest Checks
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"calm it!" he dived onto her and got his teeth around the scruff of her neck "im taking you to my house, you'll be taken back in a minute." he dug his feet in and started running
Charles switched the car up a gear and drove down the long, crowded streets. he looked at the walkers grabbing at his door, he signed as he remembered all the civilians who tried to get in when he last made a break for freedom. he looked up at the skyline, he hadn't seen anybody for at-least a month now, they always bolted when the car pulled up. he could never be sure if it was him or the fact that the car had military logos and marking on it, and that they thought that a quarantine was being set up near by, he was driving past all manner of houses and shops whizzing past, he hoped that the new truck horn he had fitted would work, or at a push create enough noise so he could test out his guns.
with a flick of the wrist the loud horn filled the streets, bouncing off shops and houses alike.
with a flick of the wrist the loud horn filled the streets, bouncing off shops and houses alike.
charles watched from the bush, he knew this was his chance as he bolted out he grabbed the cat in the jaws and tried bolting off again
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Charles awoke with a start as some dirt fell on him, he let out a augh and pulled himsef out his hole, spying on them again
Appearance : (please no anime pics. portraits are fine as long as they are realistic)
Name : Charles Richardson
Age : 41
Skill : (are you good at medicine? cooking? electronics? hunting? marksman? these can be skills acquired after the outbreak) Had a Photographic Memory before the outbreak the only use of it now is that he can memorise maps, was into a bad crowd when he was younger and took to beatings for food as a result of this he now can pick the locks of cars and doors to a fairly expert degree, can start a car from next to broken in 10 minutes flat if he has the parts, if not he'll just find something else to fix it with. Physiological Problems he feels little pain to a point and will resort to violence to get what he wants
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : (anything you can realistically have) M1 Grand, Spiked Nightstick, M9 Pistole
Personality : (good and bad points) calm, solitary, drinker, dark, creepy, "insane", over powering, intelligent, stubborn, aragont, gambler.
Brief Bio : (we are not going to know much about each other at first so only a brief history, such as what they were doing before the outbreak, is fine) The mind of a man is a sensitive thing, many a catastrophe can push it over the edge, it can experience love, hate, friendship and everything else. what im trying to say is that its a amazing thing. now to couple that with the travesty we have faced in our lives here and we get a emotional train wreck. now this is where we meet our new friend here, Mr Charles "The Doctor" Richardson, Thief, Thug, Solider and Capo a real nasty piece of work.
he was born into a dark Gray world or drugs, sex, murder and death. you know the places the city don't want you to see, where getting lost may cost you your wallet and few things beside that. he realises that he would have to look after himself at a young age when he finished secondary school with next to know qualifications, but he would know the gang was there for him, he joined as a Thug, the muscles behind the glamar of it, if the boss needed someone put out thugs would be the one doing it. with that he learnt all his skills raising through the ranks till he reached Capo. when the epidemic struck he was finishing up on "business", when that happened he spent many years fighting off bandits, zombies and saving civilians from the outside world. when the walls finally fell he was ready. riding out in a old army vehicle they had used for the gun and not the car (so they'd taken the mounted machine gun off the top and left the car) they had bolted larger metal plates onto it and lovingly called it "The Pian Train" knowing that all the property was lost. he drove out into who know where.
Name : Charles Richardson
Age : 41
Skill : (are you good at medicine? cooking? electronics? hunting? marksman? these can be skills acquired after the outbreak) Had a Photographic Memory before the outbreak the only use of it now is that he can memorise maps, was into a bad crowd when he was younger and took to beatings for food as a result of this he now can pick the locks of cars and doors to a fairly expert degree, can start a car from next to broken in 10 minutes flat if he has the parts, if not he'll just find something else to fix it with. Physiological Problems he feels little pain to a point and will resort to violence to get what he wants
Preferred Weapons (up to three) : (anything you can realistically have) M1 Grand, Spiked Nightstick, M9 Pistole
Personality : (good and bad points) calm, solitary, drinker, dark, creepy, "insane", over powering, intelligent, stubborn, aragont, gambler.
Brief Bio : (we are not going to know much about each other at first so only a brief history, such as what they were doing before the outbreak, is fine) The mind of a man is a sensitive thing, many a catastrophe can push it over the edge, it can experience love, hate, friendship and everything else. what im trying to say is that its a amazing thing. now to couple that with the travesty we have faced in our lives here and we get a emotional train wreck. now this is where we meet our new friend here, Mr Charles "The Doctor" Richardson, Thief, Thug, Solider and Capo a real nasty piece of work.
he was born into a dark Gray world or drugs, sex, murder and death. you know the places the city don't want you to see, where getting lost may cost you your wallet and few things beside that. he realises that he would have to look after himself at a young age when he finished secondary school with next to know qualifications, but he would know the gang was there for him, he joined as a Thug, the muscles behind the glamar of it, if the boss needed someone put out thugs would be the one doing it. with that he learnt all his skills raising through the ranks till he reached Capo. when the epidemic struck he was finishing up on "business", when that happened he spent many years fighting off bandits, zombies and saving civilians from the outside world. when the walls finally fell he was ready. riding out in a old army vehicle they had used for the gun and not the car (so they'd taken the mounted machine gun off the top and left the car) they had bolted larger metal plates onto it and lovingly called it "The Pian Train" knowing that all the property was lost. he drove out into who know where.
(im not with you, i ran and am in a lair a few meters away. but as the lair is nder ground you cant see me.
charles took the moment to bolt, much like usual he went off through the tree, he evently found a lair and sqeezed himself in for the night.
"well" as he dug his feet deeper to the left "i am here to save all of you with the power of love" he looked to the right then the left "now why are you so aggresive?"
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