Fallout: The Ruined York (Open and Accepting)

[Zahzi]

War. War never changes. Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.

In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation. But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.

In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them.  

[Zahzi]

Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the Fallout games, nor do I tend to exploit the new one appearing soon.

Rules

•Use correct spelling and punctuation.
•The Role play stops for NO one!
•No killing someone's character without permission.
•No godmoding unless given permission.
•Raiders, Slavers, Supermutants, etc. can be controlled by anyone. (What fun is cannon fodder if not everyone can enjoy it..?)
•Send me profiles before posting.  

[Zahzi]

The Ruined York

The following story takes place in what was once known as 'New York' before the wars. The bombs damaged the areas to the point that the great building and landmarks are either barely standing or reduced to rubble...

Settlements, cities, and encampments dot the land as much as the barren wastes and ruined buildings and military forts.

It was here, another tale of survival was forged.  

[Zahzi]

People of the Wastes

Wastelanders/Settlers
The true survivors of the great war. They come in any variety imaginable. Any race, either gender, and any age.
Wastelanders and Settlers Humans and Ghouls.

Ghouls
Just like their human counterparts, ghouls are also the survivors of the war. But unlike humans, the radiation has affected their DNA, changing their bodies and stopping their aging.
There are Ghouls around that have been here since the bombs dropped over 200 years ago.

Aggressors
Raiders
Psychotic, territorial, and reckless.
Raiders are any group of people who pillage, plunder, murder, or otherwise ruin the day of anyone unfortunate enough to not be one of them. If there were still laws, they'd be outlaws. Raiders tend to organize into loose confederations of gangs in the post-apocalyptic wasteland and are a constant problem, because it's much easier for them to just shoot people for their money, food, and other valuables than to earn an honest living. Raiders typically prey upon travelers and very small towns, leaving more populous areas alone, where they are outnumbered and have no element of surprise.

Slavers
Cold, calculating, and meticulous.
Slavers do not discriminate in any way of who are made into slaves. As long as they can be rounded up, they are potential slaves...

Super Mutants
Super mutants or meta-humans are mutated humans, products of infection by the Forced Evolutionary Virus, or F.E.V. They are much taller, bulkier and muscular than pure strain humans, have (mostly) green, gray, or yellowish skin, are immune to disease and radiation, and are gifted with superhuman strength and endurance. Although they are completely sterile, the rapid regeneration of their cells caused by FEV makes them biologically immortal (but not immune to death from injury, of course).
Note: Some Super Mutants are Passive and will not fight humans.

Feral Ghouls
Feral ghouls (also known as "mindless zombies," "ghoul crazies," "feral necrotic post-humans" or "zombies") are ghouls (necrotic post-humans mutated by radiation) that have lost their ability to reason and have become aggressive. This has caused much discrimination toward other ghouls that have retained their mental faculties by human Wastelanders.

Militants
Brotherhood of Steel
The Brotherhood of Steel (BoS) is a techno-religious organization, with roots in the American military and government-sponsored scientific community from before the Great War. The Brotherhood is mostly composed of the descendants of those military officers, soldiers, and scientists, but aside from some outsiders among their ranks, the Brotherhood is as close to pure-strain humanity (prime normals) as you're going to get outside of a Vault or the Enclave.
Unlike most detachments of the Brotherhood, the branch in New York not only looks out for technology, but looks out for humanity as a whole.

Outcasts
Former members of the Brotherhood. They believed technology should be preserved over the welfare of the survivors, and were branded and banished.

Enclave
The Enclave is a shadowy, militaristic organization, directly descended from the pre-War United States government and military industrial complex, that claims to still have authority over the ravaged country. It is composed mostly of the descendants of government officials and military officers with ties to powerful corporations who retreated to a Poseidon Energy oil rig when the Great War started. They generally consider most people born outside the Enclave to be mutants fit only for eradication.

Robots
A robot is a machine capable of autonomously completing tasks. Depending upon the robot, these tasks may be simple or complex, and may require little human intervention or complete oversight.
In the Fallout universe, robots had been constructed for many purposes, and many examples survived long enough to be a factor in the Fallout world.
Robots had been constructed by pre-War society to fill all niches and occupations. From general-purpose utility droids to full-fledged military battle machines, robots could be found in almost any environment and function.
Many litter the wastes, still functioning. Most see people as hostile forces and will attack on sight.
An equal amount are docile, and aid the survivors in settlements and towns.

Miscellaneous Dangers

Creatures
Irradiated creatures roam the wastelands. Some docile, some hostile.
Insects have grown in size, livestock have mutated in many ways, and humanity has become the bottom of the food chain...  

[Zahzi]

Character Sheet

Username:
Name:
Appearance:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Equipment:
Theme:
Quote:
Extra:

Characters:

Username: Zahzi
Name: 'Slade'
Appearance: Slade, without the device on the left arm.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
History: The name 'Slade' has become synonymous with both legends and nightmares. Some people don't even believe him to be human from all of the things he has done. Suicide missions, impossible recoveries, and Raider/Mercenary clear-outs...He has done almost every job known to man and succeeded where others would have failed.
Equipment: Customized Assault rifle over the right shoulder.
Auto-Shotgun over the left Shoulder..
Combat-Knife on the left hip.
Ripper on the right hip.
Theme: BaRock
Quote: "Walk your own path. No one can do it for you."
Extra: No one alive has ever seen Slade's face, and few have ever had a conversation longer than two words a sentence with him...
On another note, he appears never to react to pain...

Username: Zahzi.
Name: Brad Hayder.
Appearance: Brad
Age: 26.
Gender: Male.
History: Brad's past isn't well known as he tends to stay away from people due to the company he keeps.
Most are terrified by even the word Deathclaw, so seeing one walking around freely causes most to stay away from Brad.
All that's known is that 'Rud', the Deathclaw that has been following him for as long as people can remember...
Equipment: 10mm Submachine gun on the waist, and a Riot Shield on the back. A gas mask over his mouth in case poison is in the air around him.
Theme: Show Me How to Live
Quote: "...To anyone NOT shitting themselves because of Rud, Would ya MIND throwing out some meat before he get's twitchy..? YOU don't have to deal with it. But I DO!"
Extra: Brad's left arm, which is the one that bears the brunt of the riot shield's force is robotic.

Username: Randomly Gone Insane
Name: Alexandra "Alex" Smithson
Appearance: Alex
Age: 23
Gender: Female
History: Since birth, Alex lived on the Wastelands with her father, Nick. Nick had originally come from a vault at a young age with a equally young and pregnant woman, Alex's mother. Due to political issues going on within their vault, the young couple left, hoping to find some amount of peace anywhere. At first, they had found it in an old and abandoned farm house far from the city. It was here Alex was born, and her mother died a few months after giving birth, falling ill to fever. Alex and her father remained at the farm, holding it out on their own the best one could within the Wastelands. At first, things were fine, save the occasional monster attack. But as Alex grew older things became harder, as multiple things began to attack her home almost daily. Raiders, Slavers, Enclave, Feral Ghouls... Anything and everything.
Equipment: Double Barrel Shotgun
Theme: I Need A Hero
Quote: "You know that saying, 'It could always be worse'? It's a bunch of bullshit."
Extra: Not having encounter very many people, Alex unknowingly turned into a shy and distrusting person. Her shyness and inability to trust only worsened when Nick hired a group of mercenaries to take care of a particular gang of Raiders. At first, their price was low and affordable for the family, but when they realized just how bad the Raiders were their price suddenly tripled, an amount that was too great to pay. Unable to pay the fees, the group soon replaced the Raiders they destroyed, at first aiming to kill the family. As battles ensued the group realized there would be no beating the father while he was able to stand, nor the robotic abomination he had. Several bargains were made to put an end to their war debt, most of them involving Alex offering services to the mercenaries...
To this day, the debt was never settled and it now lays on Alex's head, who is still unable to afford it. Many attacks have been attempted on her, as a way to force the debt her father owes upon her, and all of them have ended in failure. But the mercenaries still try.

Username: Randomly Gone Insane
Name: HK-47
Appearance: HK-47
Age: 20
Gender: Unavailable; Has a male voice and is thought to be that gender.
History: While Nick and Alex remained at a young age, Nick knew he would eventually start slowing down, slipping up. These simple mistakes could quickly add up to his death, and worse of all, Alex's death. Fearful of his daughter's life, Nick went out scavenging in hopes of finding ways to protect his daughter even more, where he stumbled upon an old military base. It was there Nick found blue prints to a special robot built years ago. Unfortunately, the blue prints belonged to one such robot known as 'Liberty Prime', which made things difficult for Nick when building the robot. Unable to reach most supplies needed, many features were cut out of Prime's blue prints, and his size was much too large for Nick's purpose, so he was also shrunk to that of a human, standing somewhere about six feet. Once finished and booted, the robot was named HK-47, as it took Nick 47 days to build him, and two metal plates he had found and used to make the robot (now painted over) had the letters 'H' and 'K' written upon them.
Upon his 'birth' HK-47 asked his master, "What is my purpose?" Nick responded with a smile, stepping out of the way and revealing Alex (who was only three at the time), and answered, "To protect her at all costs."
HK-47 follows this one and simple order to this day.
Equipment: Duel Automatic Rifles
Theme: Big a** Rock
Quote: "Commentary: Yes, Master. Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy killing for you, Master?"
Extra: Over the years, HK began to develop a personality, a 'happy' glitch in Nick's programing of him. However, he turned to be psychotic and violent. Whether or not this personality is more harmful than helpful is debatable, but his task still remains the same none the less.

Username: Randomly Gone Insane
Name: Bathsheba Carmine
Appearance: Bathsheba
Age: 24
Gender: Female
History: As a resident of Vault 48, Bathsheba lived in a semi-normal quiet life with her family. Unfortunately, their ancestors picked an experimental vault during the time when the bombs were being dropped. The experiment that 48 under went was to see how well people could live along side robots. All things went considerably well, until one fanatic who was convinced the robot apocalypse was true took matters into his own hands by actually hacking into all the robots' to make them go mad to prove he was right. In the chaos, almost all of Bathsheba's family died. Left alone with only her brother, she began to wander the Wastelands.
It was in the Wastelands, she and her brother suffered a tragic accident. They were pinned down by Slavers looking for new "recruits", and on the brink of losing the fight. It's unsure who's fault it was, but a bullet strayed during the fire fight and accidentally hit an explosive barrel. This caused a horrible can reaction for all the explosive barrels in the area to explode. The Slavers were killed, but Bathsheba and her brother were left badly injured, and on the brink of death. Just as they began to fade away into the darkness of death, a group of Regulators found and revived the siblings.
Equipment: Laser Pistol, Flamer
Theme:
Quote: "Get the ******** away from me right now or I'll tear open THREE new assholes for you."
Extra: The accident nearly killed Bathsheba. Her right arm and leg had been blown off, and many of her organs had been damaged. How she lived long enough to get aid is unknown, but it is known she was not going to last very long. On top of having mechanical limbs, her stomach, lungs, and part of her heart are also mechanical.

Username: Randomly Gone Insane
Name: Benjamin Carmine
Appearance: Ben
Age: 28
Gender:Male
History: As a resident of Vault 48, Ben lived in a semi-normal quiet life with his family. Unfortunately, their ancestors picked an experimental vault during the time when the bombs were being dropped. The experiment that 48 under went was to see how well people could live along side robots. All things went considerably well, until one fanatic who was convinced the robot apocalypse was true took matters into his own hands by actually hacking into all the robots' to make them go mad to prove he was right. In the chaos, almost all of Ben's family died. Left alone with only his sister, he began to wander the Wastelands.
It was in the Wastelands, he and his sister suffered a tragic accident. They were pinned down by Slavers looking for new "recruits", and on the brink of losing the fight. It's unsure who's fault it was, but a bullet strayed during the fire fight and accidentally hit an explosive barrel. This caused a horrible can reaction for all the explosive barrels in the area to explode. The Slavers were killed, but Ben and his sister were left badly injured, and on the brink of death. Just as they began to fade away into the darkness of death, a group of Regulators found and revived the siblings.
Equipment: Rock-It Launcher, Steel Knuckles (see extras), Scoped .44 magnum
Theme:
Quote: "And you think Ghouls are ugly... Just look at my sister when she's drunk! *brick gets thrown at his head* Owwww...."
Extra: Due to the accident, Ben had most of his face ripped off, leaving him looking nastier than a Ghoul who lost a fight. In an effort to "soften" his appearance, the mask over his face was attached permanently, to act as his new face. Perks were added to the mask, such as a zoom-in feature for the eyes, a translator near the mouth (should Ben need to speak another language).
And like his sister, he has a set of mechanical lungs, as his organic lungs were scratched and badly damaged by pieces of the barrels that exploded.
Unlike his sister, Ben also lost all of his fingers. They were replaced with steel fingers, giving him an edge in fist fights.

Username: Randomly Gone Insane
Name: Vincent Smith
Appearance: Vinnie
Age: About 219
Gender: Male
History: Before the bombs dropped, Vinnie lived a quiet life. Part time amateur musician, he really didn't care about life. He was just trying to relax and enjoy what he had. When the bombs began dropping, he was sure he would die, if not from the blast then from radiation. Much to his surprise, he became what is now called a Ghoul, giving him plenty of time to gather experience, wisdom, and make him care even less about life, seeing how he technically live forever.
Along his travels, he came across two curiosities - a brother and a sister who were half robot. Before them, Vinnie had declared that he had seen everything, and the world no longer had any surprises for him. In light of these two surprises, he decided to follow, just to see what else they could show him.
Equipment: Terrible Shotgun, Sniper Rifle
Theme:
Quote: "I'd attempt to give a damn, but I don't want to waste energy on something that's going to fail anyway."
Extra: Vinnie has a general "don't ******** care" kind of attitude. It's nothing for him to tell Bathsheba and Ben he'll travel out to a perfect sniper's nest to provide them back up - should the need arise - and when they depend on him most, he decides to kick back instead and see how they fair on their own. And then, after they narrowly die, he'll run down to loot the corpses of their enemies, talking about what a great job THEY (as in all of them) did.

Username: Tahatan
Name: Jake Lancaster
Appearance: Jake
Age: 25
Gender: Male
History: Jake was a Vault Dweller for a portion of his life. He was born in Vault 16, one of the few working ones in the Capital Wasteland and as he got older, thought he was gonna die in it. He hated being stuck in the vault, always reading about the stories of adventurers exploring different areas and regions in a time before the bombs dropped. He wanted to explore. So, at the age of sixteen, he broke out of the vault, stealing only a handgun, a bat and prayed he was able to live.
He spent a month living off the land, scavenging weapons, ammo and food till he came across Megaton and settled there, but it didn't last long and soon was out and traveling once again.
Equipment: Lever-Action Rifle, .32 Pistol on his left side, Combat Knife on his right side
Theme: Wanted: Dead or Alive
Quote: 'Just when ya think ya see everything...'
Extra: Cause of his sense of right and wrong, he became hated and wanted by Raiders and Slavers alike for attacks on them. Ranging from small ambushes to full assaults on the groups. He likes to play music on harmonica he found and if asked, he can tell stories of his own travels.  

[Zahzi]

The Wasteland.

A land reduced to nothing but dirt, dust, and rubble.

The winds pick up all three of these elements, blowing them through the arid environment, revealing the skeletal remains of the long-deceased.

The sands swept onto concrete, spreading against the streets, ruined vehicles, and razed buildings...New York.

Elsewhere, one mile west of the city, on the outskirts, was a small farmhouse that had survived the nuclear holocaust.

A man exited the farm, walking towards the city. His face hidden under a cowl. He did not speak, but simply looked behind him.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

On the outside of the farm house, a figure sat, hunched over with it's head buried into it's knee as cover from the occasional gust that whipped around the corner as the wind blew from the other side.

Out in the open, a large robot was busy doing what would be back breaking work for an ordinary man, as it was hunched over, plowing the dry and lifeless dirt as if it were a farmer preparing to plant the seeds of his crop. He did all this while whistling an old tune, as if his work would even matter.
"America~ Coming in the save the mother ******** day~ America~ ******** YEAH~"

The figure slowly lifted it's head, staring up at the robot dully, before letting out a heavy sigh and shaking it's head.
"HK.." A female voice groaned just as the man stepped out of the farm house, causing the woman to look up at him.

"...Is... Is my father still..?" She tried to talk, unable to bring herself to completely asked the question.  

[Zahzi]

The man looked down at the woman for a few moments, not saying anything.

After awhile, he moved forward, towards the city.
"Come."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Wait... What?" The woman stammered, batting her eyes as she just stared after the man.

"Come? ...Come where?" She snapped, standing up.

"And if you think I'm just going to follow some random stranger then your mad!"

"Eh?" The robot perked up instantly. "Someone's mad?" He asked, looking right at the man.
"...Naaaaaah." He scoffed, going back to his plowing.  

[Zahzi]

"Your father's request. Come. Bring the robot as well." The man said, pointing to the figure in the fields.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"What did my father request?" The woman asked, narrowing her eyes into a glare. "For me to follow you? Fat chance! He's dying - if not already dead - not stupid. There's no way he'd trust me to a stranger."

The robot just stared at the man, before looking at the woman, then back to the man.
"I agree with the irrational woman, Sir. What did my old Master request?"  

[Zahzi]

"Bodyguard and escort."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"HK-47 works fine as a bodyguard. And I don't go anywhere so the need for an escort is shot down." The woman grunted.

"Even if I do go anywhere, there's no way in Hell I'd go with some masked stranger who wouldn't even talk to me! You just barged yourself into my home, and kicked me out so you could 'talk' with my father. You killed him didn't you? Didn't let him go peacefully and then raided what little there was to take in my home, did ya?"

HK then let out a tired and artificial sigh... This was going to be a long morning...  

[Zahzi]

"He has passed. He told me to get you to the city. Now come."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Bullshit." She snapped.

"My father would have told me this if he wanted it."