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Morgoth

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Aight. This is in the future, set in Southern California after a devestating Nuclear War. This nuclear war has wiped out 95% of the human population. It has toughened the beasts. Technology exists still however. For all of you who have played the games, this will take place shortly after Fallout 2. Join any faction you like, or start vigilante. Factions up for grabs are: Brotherhood of Steel, Raider, Slaver's Guild, Peacekeepers, Remnants of the Master's Army(supermutants only), and none(you can join any at a later point in the game). Races will include humans, supermutants, and ghouls. Humans are moderate at everything. Supermutants excel at unarmed, melee, and heavy weapon. Ghouls excel at energy weapon and small weapon. Ghouls cannot use heavy weapons: Flamer, Chaingun, Light Support Gun, Heavy Machine Gun, Rocket Launcher.

My character:
Name: Opal
Faction: Brotherhood of Steel
Weapon: Prefers Heavy or Light Support Gun, Chaingun, FN FAL, and Yakuza Blade.
Build: Well-toned
Rank: Paladin. Well-known as a butcher and berserker. He slaughtered the entire Slaver's Guild in the Den. He annhilated the cities of Modoc and Klamath, killing everyone there. He claims that they angered him. Everyone tries their hardest to keep him happy. His left hand is gone, replaced with a metal glove. His nickname is the Scourge, shortened from Scourge of the Wastes.
Eyes and hair: Hazel eyes and light brown hair.
Weapon proficiency: Excels with melee, light, and heavy weapons.
He can't fire an energy weapon if his life depended on it.
 
Locke

I'm in. Fallout is a kick ass RPG; would love to play.

Char profile:

Name: Locke D'Averam (Locke for short)
Faction: Brotherhood of Steel.
Weapon preferences (in order):

1) M72 Gauss Rifle
2) H&K modified PSG-1 (not in FO-2, comes from Jagged Alliance)
2) XL70E3 Enfield
3) H&K G36 (not in FO-2, comes from Jagged Alliance)
4) Neostead Combat Shotgun
5) H&K CAWS

built: Toned; not huge
Rank: Paladin. Locke, also nicknamed the Assassin, has a reputation for being one of the elite marksmen in the Brotherhood. People learn to stay on his friendly side, for he, while usually calm, is deadly when angered.

He earned his nickname from his combat style. He was not one to rush into a room; guns blazin' into an old fashioned shoot 'em up. For him, killing was an art of precision. His combination of deadly accuracy from almost any range, combined with an excellent ability to move silently make him a valuable ally, but a deadly enemy, as most of his victims, who corpses flowered the Wastelands came to realize.

Locke's origin is quite unusual. He is a hybrid; half Russian, half British; quite a rare combination. His father was a decorated officer in the KGB, his mother an SAS sharpshooter. His grandparents, like his parents, were members of both organizations.

His ideals of stealth and percesision, rather than pure and brute force has made him seem more like the mercenary than the soldier. It has also been a cause of many arguments between him and other brothers, oftentimes, his superiors. As a youth in the organization, it created a problem.

However, despite these conflicts, his actions have always spoken heaviest, and have been the reason for his progress in the organization. And, while his words create much disagreement between him and some fellow members, his actions has earned him true respect from most other members.

While most assassins would be thought of as quite introverted and solemn, Locke is rather egregrious, and talkative, but almost never revealing. He holds many secrets known only to a select few; secrets that would warrant removal from the Brotherhood.

While he is a loyal member of the Brotherhood, and holds the ideals of their members in high regard, he has many alliances outside the Brotherhood that would likely be unapproved of by the elders. He is an honorary member in the Mordino family of New Reno. He has a secret business alliance with some of the shady merchants around the Wastelands; allowing him access to some of the top weaponry and armor on the market.

People don't usually bend over backwards to please him. He considers people like that suck ups. Most just try not to piss him off; not difficult to do. When he is angry, he will rarely lash out; those who displace him are usually ignored. Those who realy anger him usually find a few bullet holes in their bodies; the location of the holes are based on the amount of hatred Locke has for the individual.

His most celebrated performance was his seemingly suicidal one-man operation into the Enclave's military base in Navaro. In a mission that many thought would be his last, he single-handedly took out 16 of the Enclave's elite guards, and remarkably, returned to brotherhood headquarters almost completely unharmed. When asked about the event, a captured officer of the Enclave stationed at Navaro could only say "We didn't know what hit us, and were helpless and hopeless in preventing it."

Physical traits: 5'11, about 185, light brown hair, white but rather tanned , dark brown eyes.

Procifiencies: Master small arms and virtually any rifle or shotgun. Very Highly proficient in energy rifles and stealth.

Very unproficient in big guns; at the least it's not something he'd even remotely consider firing. Aabout average with melee weapons, below average in Hand to Hand.
 
Solitary Assassin

Name: Flit Fireheart
Faction: None, Vigilante
Weapon: Throwing daggers, titanium blades. Cheesewire. Antique SOCOM Special Operations Pistol, Silenced. Flit also knows various methods of assassination and poison.

Build and Appearance: Tall, not heavily-toned. Wiry and strong. Quick and agile. His fair features, resting on a rough, ruggedly handsome face, deny his ancestry going back to the noble samurai clans of early Japan. A scar across his the right side of his chest is said to be a souvenir from a battle with the supermutant commander P' lochda, which resulted in the mutant being slain. He is something of a legend, a wanderer, and his very existence is doubted by many, just like many legends of this age and others.
Rank:Assassin. Said to be the one of the last surviving Tenchu, Flit is infamous for assassinating many great leaders. But in these troubled times, his conscience eats at him, and he is considering turning over a new leaf...

Flit scrambled up the wall and then tripped over some rubble. They were after him, four or five, probably slave traders, and judging by the way they managed to keep up with him, most, if not all of them were mutants. Damn, they were fat, he needed something, anything....Ah, and there it was, ahead of him, among the crumbling buildings was sandhopper they had arrived in. A canister of contained magnesium should do the trick he thought smugly. As he sprinted past the vehicle he removed a metallic cylinder from his small backpack and, twisted a dial on the bottom face. He then threw it gently, and it landed directly on the fuel tank. Shortly five very ugly, and very nasty mutants climbed into the sandhopper and drove after the fleeing assassin. Six seconds later the sandhopper exploded. Only one mutant survived, but he was in no position to go chasing anyone. This was because both of his legs had been blown off.
 
The Scourge cradled his sniper rifle lovingly, and took aim. The scope lined up with the Supermutant's eye, and he waited just a second for a lock-on. The entire party of Supermutants, many armed with chainguns or flamethrowers, began to look about, confused. Scourge gently deplaced the trigger. The bullet struck almost immediately, tearing through the creature's eye, exiting out of the back of the head, and turning the beast's head to a red mist. More of these preliminary shots were fired, and the Supermutants died quickly. All around, Brothers and Sisters sprang up, toting some of the heaviest weaponry known to mankind, and opened fire. Bullets by the millions mowed the creature's below them to shredded rags of flesh, also cutting up the poor families they were supposed to be protecting. Some fragmentation grenades were thrown in, and one rocket follwed. The Scourge charged in, putting his M60 away and drawing a Yakuza katana. He spun around once and then slashed it across a mutant's thigh, cutting the leg off. He glanced back in satisfaction to see enormous spurts of blood practically flying out of the thing's severed stump, knowing that in seconds blood loss would kill it. His Brothers, all around, cheered as the smoke cleared and exposed mutilated Nigtkin and almost unrecognizable corpses of humans. The Scourge didn't even give them a thought. His intemperate temper had led to the slaughters at Modoc and Klamath and the butcheries at the different Slaver's Guild headquarters. "For the Brotherhood!" he roared out, and the cheer was followed by his brothers. This was undoubtedly the mission that would let him onto the Council and also into the High Paladin's circle of trust. It had taken long enough too. He had been in the Brotherhood of Steel for 4 years now, and was Master Gunnery Seargant of the Brotherhood. So when he cheered, all of his suboordinates and equals alike cheered. He was not one to be ignored or angered. He ordered some trainees to stay behind and check the corpses for any usable weapons, then ordered eveyone back to headquarters. He doubted the New California Republic, or NCR, would be very happy to see this large group of heavily armed troops, but what where they going to do about it? Besides, he had business with some Sharks who would be arriving from New Reno and some of the darker merchants.
 
Locke

"Ah, Mutant Killing". Locke thought, as the stench of a serious lack of personal hygene spread through the wasteland.

Scouting, Locke found a small dune, about 100 yards to the left of the main Brotherhood force. He turned to face Opal, Scourge as he prefered to be called, and shook his head slightly, once to the left, then a nod of approval, and he set off to my location.

Locke positioned myself, and calculated about 2 minutes 'till the mutants were in range. As Scourge was the leader on this mission, Locke figured to wait for Scourge to fire first.

Soon thereafter, he heard the shot coming from Scourges position. "Showtime!" He said to himself, as he began to take aim and fire away at the mutants.

He locked on one rather large mutant, wielding a rocket launcher. "Hmm, He seems pleasant." He said to himself. Taking aim; in a split second, he had the mutant on site, and gently pulled the trigger on his Gauss.

The 2mm bullet, piercing the air, and hitting the mutant directly in the center of his right eye. Now, the best part of the gauss ammo, it explodes almost immediately on impact.

An immediate pain ran though the mutant as he tried to put him arm to his eye-socket to remove the bullet. But, no one in this world was that quick. The bullet buried itself about 2cm into his eye before exploding; leaving the tall bastard decapitated; the excess mix of blood and brains spilling over on his commrades.

"He is stupid. Fools like that die quick" Locke said, and resumed his duties. Target - shoot - kill. Target - shoot - kill. Target - shoot - kill. So repetitive, yet, t'is an art. Mutant bodies dropping left, right, up, and down.

Then, out of the corner of his sight, Locke noticed something interesting. 2 Mutants, standing hear each other, only about 30 feet from him; obviously without a clue as to where he was.

"Hmm, this looks like fun." he said. No purpose in sniping them, no reason to waste the ammo. So, he decided on a different approach.

leaving his pack in the dune, he took only his Neostead out, and set it to burst mode. He snuck out of the dune, down a hill, to stand only about 15 feet from the mutants, slightly lower than they were.

he positioned the gun, and aimed at the mutants upper body. From the angle that he had, this would be an immediate kill; the shells would penetrate down to the mutants heart.

He pulled the trigger; the noise alterting the mutants. They both faced me, but it was way too late. THe shells hit home, striking the mutants chest, a bit to the left of his heart.

Suprisingly enough, the shells did not stop inside the mutants body. Rather, they passed through, and connected with the other mutant as well; not killing him, but stunning him for the moment. Quickly, Locke switched to single shot, and fired, the shell hitting the mutant right between the eyes, exploding his head, and he fell over onto his fallen commrade.

"Imbeciles. Pure incompotence, no less." He spit a large spitball at the mutants and returned to his spot, and his duty. 3 more he killed before he heard Scrouge yell "For the Brotherhood"; a usual indication of the end of the battle. He picked up his pack, and left the dune to rejoin the main army. Our losses were fairly limited today, nice outing. "Hmm", he thought to himself, "should be moving in on the BOS kills record now."

He rejoined the army, taking his spot at the head of the pack, next to Scrouge. The giant dwarfed him in stature, and Locke was no small man. Indeed, when it came to close quarters, few could top the guy. And even fewer could make him smile.

No doubt, they'd be heading back to brotherhood headquarters in NCR; it's the closest region to here; and that was indeed the plan. From his inside scoop, a couple of Mordino's would be there; hmm, since he had no time to visit Reno recently, might as well get a bit caught up on the word from the streets. Plus, Duppo and Buster; those two better have re-stocked. Hopefully, they'd have a shipment with an Enfield, PSG, or G36. Damn, he's got enough money for either; hopefully.

NCR's only about 5 miles from here; walking distance. But, Paladins get the special treatment, as Locke and Scourge made their way to the BOS hummer. They got inside, and sat for a bit, waiting for the driver.

Locke took off his helmet; it was a bit stuffy in the jeep. He glanced over at Scourge next to him, and gave the big man a pat on back "Good job out there today. Guys did pretty well out there; not much casualties. Didn't do so bad yourself out-there neither old timer. You should make the Counsel for this; but, you should've been on for a while now."
 
"Thanks, man. By the way, if you had used a sniper rife on those last two, using Full Metal Jacket, you could have killed them both one shot. Beautiful shooting, though. We must be getting pretty desperate though. Those trainees, their quests are pathetically simple. You remember, back in the days of the Master, that Wanderer from Vault 13 came to us, asking to join. His quest was to go halfway across the land to the place with the highest radiation to get ONE mechanical gadget. Can't wait 'till we get back. I've got some business to take care of. We may be the Brotherhood, but sometimes, you'd think that the Council was a bunch of Tribals. Did you hear one of them wants to outlaw sniper sifles?! I tell you, soon as I get on the Council, he will be removed", said Scourge excitedly. "Imagine! The Council! Finally!" he exclaimed to no one in particular.
 
Flit looked at the large group...

Probably the brotherhood he thought, sullenly. If they catch me, I'm dead. But perhaps I would be safer with them, than out here, he thought. Looking behind him, he could just make out a large group of mutants. They were examining the bodies and the ruined sandhopper. Hmph. He laughed softly to himself.

Opal ordered his men to camp for the night. He was sitting with Locke, discussing how the strategy they had devised had worked perfectly. Suddenly, he felt a small pain on the back of his neck, like a hair being pulled out. He scratched the area where he had felt the pain for a couple of seconds and felt, sure enough, a small bump.
Damn, these mosquitos were getting big. Locke announced that he was going to retire for the night. Opal told him that he would sit outside for a little while longer. Sitting out in the middle of the barren wasteland, he tried to remember the constellations. He couldn't. It was as if some giant hand had gathered up all the stars and then rearranged them across the sky.
He was so absorbed in his stargazing, that he didn't even notice when a silent, dark figure sat down on the log opposite him and started to warm itself by the fire. Momentarily though, his twin Colts were unholstered and aimed at what appeared to be the figure's head (it was still dark). As Opal's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he could make out the stranger's face. It was oddly familiar.
"You should be dead right now"he growled,"and I can't think of a reason why you shouldn't be"
"I should say the same thing" said the stranger. "Ten minutes ago I fired a small dart of concentrated myccilin into your bloodstream. It takes effect in half an hour. That's why your reactions are somewhat dim". The stranger smiled slowly, but somehow, Opal thought , his heart wasn't in it. "What's going to happen then?" Opal asked, deciding this strange person was bluffing. He hadn't been hit by any dart.
"During the first ten minutes, your reactions and senses will become sluggish. After that, your body will start going through various stages of pages paralysis. In your final ten minutes, after you are fully paralysed, you'll go into cardiac arrest and die" he said the last sentence with a certain smugness. "I have the antidote hidden not far from hear. I'll give it to you if you allow me to travel with your company"
"Who are you?" asked Opal. " I am Flit. Last of the Tenchu"
"Then you must know that I am Opal, Scourge of the Wastes"
"Indeed, I do. Now, have you considered my offer?"
 
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"Fine. I strongly suggest you go get the dart. And if you ever, EVER try that crap with me again, there'll be so many holes in you, your own mother won't recognize you. And I take my threats very, very, VERY seriously", he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously and an evil glint seeping into his eye.
 
Locke

"Ban sniper rifles? SOB, I'll shoot him myself."

Locke states the case. It's getting a bit late; he wants to hit the sack for a while; sharp-shooting gets somewhat exhausting. So, he bids his friend farewell and heads to camp. He heads to one of the special tents, reserved for paladins only. "Well, it's no Reno room, but it'll do." He says to himself.

On his way back, he suddenly stops, and smacks himself in the head. "Bah, my helmet. I forgot it in the hummer." he says to himself

So, instead of waiting for morning, he figures he'll just go now. As he approaches the jeep, he notices something strange. He sees 2 men sitting across from each other at a campfire near the jeep. He's got excellent vision, so he can see this from quite a distance, even in the night.

He moves closer, more quietly this time. As he moves closer, he can tell that one of the men is Scourge, and that he's grabbing the back of his head. Closer he creeps. The other man doesn't look like someone from the Brotherhood; his clothes are a clear give-away.

As he gets closer, he realizes the man has a gun or sorts in his left hand, showing. Now this may be a problem, he thinks to himself. He goes into prone mode now, and takes the Pulse rifle out again.

He crawls closer to the intruder; as stealthily as possible. The man, from a distance, does not look too big. He is dressed like an assassin from the Wastes; one who kills stealthily and quickly; much like Locke himself.

However, the man seems pre-occupied in talking to Scourge; giving Locke hte perfect opportunity. He cmoves to within about 20 feet from the unknown assassin, and stops. He quickly positions the gauss rifle, aiming at the back of the man's head.

He gets ready to fire, and then speaks "Is there any good reason why I shouldn't kill you now?" He's got his hand on the trigger, one nano-second from pulling it; confident that he's quick enough to shoot the man before he tries anything fishy.
 
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sorian the silent

ooc: dude sounds fun mind if i play


ic:
name sorian (the silent)
age unknown
race thought to be human
stature strong but wiry
spaecial skills stealth
fav weapons m16, sniper rifle, and a 22 long rifle
fav sidearm, 357 magnum and a 45
faction brotherhood of the steel
paladin

history: most is unknown except that he has been with the brotherhood for about 9 years but declined to move up in the ranks past paladin

excelnt at stealth practicaly invisible to the human eye and master with sniper rifels and long rifles moderate with the m16

ooc:what do you think may i join
 
Name:William
Race:Human
Faction:Brotherhood of Steel (paladin)
Skills:Heavy Weapons, Driver and Hand to Hand master
Looks:Stands 6'6 and weighs close to 290, his build that of someone who's lived a harsh life, well muscled, kinda slow in the head but not in feet.
Fav weapons:M-60, Chaingun, flamethrower,Missile Launcher and any other massive weapon, for close combat prefers his fists.

Background:
William was found wandering the desert by the BOS when he was 17, even at that age he was taller than most and could lift up the backend of the hummvee in the garage to work out.
At age 20 he did what most humans would never try. Duking it out with a Supermutant in hand to hand combat, just using his fists he killed the supermutant, though due to the fight he became a lil dumber, though his driving skills have made up for his lack of inteligence as well as his carelessness in his own health to watch his teammates backs.

IC:
When the battle cry had gone up and bellowed his own cry as well, charging into a group of 3 Supermutants, his Massive Avenger Mini-Gun roaring out flame as it emptying close to 500 rounds at the super-mutants ripping them limb from limb. Off to his left he heard a roar, he turned and saw a Mutant rushing him. He turned dropping his Mini-gun and did what only a truly mad man would do.....fist fight a super-mutant, William stood as tall as a super-mutant and his punches rocked the green skinned beast, both were bleeding from the mouth, William turned slammed a fist into the ribs of the mutant and pulled out the beasts heart. A cheer went up around him as the mutant dropped to the ground dead. William then turned and with out any dramatics picked up his Avenger and walked towards the base camp, he noticed a sneaking Locke, Scourge rubbing his head and some unknown pointing a weapon at Scourge. William moved quietly splitting away from the group and headed towards Locke, dropping next to him silently.
 
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The massive Avenger mini-gun aimed at the unknown person. 'you have two weapons aimed at you dun try anything ugly.'
 
Can't post right now but...

OOC: If you mean my character, he's not holding up any weapon. This also takes place long after the battle with the mutants, so I'm assuming that you don't mean my character.
 
Locke

ooc:

My appologies. I thought you had used a needler-type gun; one that shoots drats to plant the dart into Scourge's head. THat's why I assumed gun. My mistake; sorry.
 
"Put your weaponry down!" he roared out, bringing the entire camp outside. "Everybody but Paladins, get back in your tents!" he shouted out. "Get the antidote. Get it right now! And don't make me mad", he hissed. "Now move!" he growled.
 
Locke

"You heard the man, scram". Locke responded, and stood up, not fully lowering his weapon however. He knew the dangers of getting on Scourge's bad side; and thats why the gun wasn't aimed at the stranger anymore.

But, for his own safety, he would not lower the gun completely. If need be, he could still drop the target in a fraction of a second; just to keep himself and Scourge safe in case of anything.

"Very Well Opal. So, whose the Wasteland Wanderer?"
 
"An idiot who thinks that the only he can travel with us is by putting a mycillin capsule in my neck. Now, he better go get the antidote or I'll make my last moments very pleasing, and his very painful", he said, eyes almost squinting, his shoulders shaking with rage.
 
Stands up his massive weapon draped over his shoulder
'Sounds like any wanderer though Boss, using coersion to make the Britherhood protect them from anything out here.' Shakes his head hating people like that. no spines he thought darkly to himself. Yawns and cracks his neck standing beside Locke, the weapon pointed towards the earth but can easily be brought to firing position in no time flat. 'Hey Boss where we headed after we get the antidote from this nitwit?
 
"We're going to report back at the NCR. Then we're heading off to Vault City to deal with some unruly gaurds and some raiders. Then, would you believe it, of all places, we're being sent to SAN FRANSISCO? Are they insane? That's halfway across the state", muttered Opal, really getting mad. "Go bring me a prisoner!" he snapped at a nearby paladin. The paladin ran off, eager to get away from his unpredictable boss. He came back a few minutes later dragging a bounty hunter. "Torture him, guys!" he shouted, and the Paladins fell on him. Opal breathed a relieved sigh as the show began.
 
*Runs in, having spotted the Virgin*

*Paints, with red lipstick,a giant V on your forehead, then pops a little red baloon with sparkelies over your head, then runs off shouting*

You have been virginized by the RHPS Phan!!!!
 
Flit

Assassins were never thought of as nobel and honorable warriors, and even in Old Japan, the tenchu were feared, but not respected, like the samurai. I knew that some of the tenchu had undeserved reputations, like do, but these guys weren't going to be more honorable to me just because I gave their leader the antidote. They were heartless killers, all of them reknowned across the wastlelands.
They probably thought I was either an idiot or a coward. What they also didn't realise was that I had a group of about 200 mutant bounty hunters on my trail, and no matter how good I was, I couldn't get rid of them all by myself. I was going to need help. I considered telling them that there was a supermutant force trying to catch up to them and ambush them. No, they would probably realise I was lying.
The leader, who I knew only by reputation was about a foot taller than me, and I could see he wasn't just going to give me safe passage because I could cure him. Likely as not he would kill me anyway. The guy relaxed by watching his prisoners get tortured. He was a modern version of Vlad the Impaler for Godssakes. It was a good thing I had also injected him with my insurance policy.
"I didn't only inject you with mycillin" I said carefully, not wanting to send the big man into a rage.
 
William had decided to go on a walk, something not even Scourge denied him, something about San Francisco stirred him, though he didn't know then but that's where he was raised in a laboratory by a group of scientists. While walking he came upon a wounded Super Mutant and he grinned, he picked the monster up and tosses the massive weight over his shoulder and headed back towards camp. Upon arriving he yelled out for Scourge. 'YO BOSS!' He heard a reply off to the right and headed that way, coming up on Scourge and Locke he dropped the monster at his bosses feet. 'Kill him now or get some information from this idiot?' He had his hand in a gaping wound in the monsters chest ready to rip out the mutants heart.
 
"Get information! Torture!" roared Opal happily. He then turned around to face his backstabbing little friend. "And what, pray tell, would that be?!!" he roared, shattering glass all around the camp. The torture stopped abruptly, everyone turning to face their enraged leader. He quivered with rage, hands clasping mid-air as if tearing someone to shreds.
 
Flit

Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have told him just yet. He was angry. Maybe this idea of travelling with the Brotherhood was a bad one. But I looked back, and saw the cloud of dust that was the supermutant group, coming ever closer. No. It was a good idea.
"Well, do you know what nanomachines are? I've injected you with your very own nanomachines. Now, normally, this would be a good thing, healing you and keeping you nutrified. But these particular nanomachines have the same code as the nanomachines in my body. If you kill me, if you decide to keep me alive in a lot pain, these nanomachines will reciprocate the favour. If you even punch me in a way that damages more than one blood cell, you're gonna get it right back at you" I said. "Of course, you can have them deactivated when you get back to civilisation. But by that time, I'll be gone, and you can go on your happy-go-slaughter way"
 
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