Fallout: Aurora (OOC/Sign-Up|Open)

[Shadowwell]

Anowa, can we upgrade our SPECIAL stats as the RP progresses by doing certain tasks and the like???

To a point, maybe, depending.

[Anowa]

Anowa, can we upgrade our SPECIAL stats as the RP progresses by doing certain tasks and the like???

To a point, maybe, depending.

Depends on perks chosen and training performed.

[Shadowwell]

To a point, maybe, depending.

Depends on perks chosen and training performed.

Well, Yeah, but was unsure if yu wanted me to say what perks and such there are before we got it finished and up here.

[Arengin Union]

Alright. Thanks for answering.

[Dernland]

Catching up on the IC.

From what I've picked up it sounds like you'll need a Doctor.

[Arengin Union]

Catching up on the IC.

From what I've picked up it sounds like you'll need a Doctor.

Can you revive our fellow Ranger?? Or do you think hes too far gone...

[Anowa]

Catching up on the IC.

From what I've picked up it sounds like you'll need a Doctor.

Can you revive our fellow Ranger?? Or do you think hes too far gone...

He's pretty fucked.

[Arengin Union]

Can you revive our fellow Ranger?? Or do you think hes too far gone...

He's pretty fucked.

He's just a little squishy and broke, he's still good he's still good!

[Dernland]

Catching up on the IC.

From what I've picked up it sounds like you'll need a Doctor.

Can you revive our fellow Ranger?? Or do you think hes too far gone...

The one who got hosed with a high caliber assault rifle and then fell down a cliff face? I think his wounds are of a more permanent sort.

[Shadowwell]

He's pretty fucked.

He's just a little squishy and broke, he's still good he's still good!

If you hit him with the gamma gun, might do something, or tosed him in the reactor, but yeah, Rip Big Bear 1.

[Independent States of Tula]

He's pretty fucked.

He's just a little squishy and broke, he's still good he's still good!

*Shakes some sense into you* HE’S GONE MAN, GONE! We gotta move on!

[Anowa]

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Name: Lucky
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Physical Description: Lucky bears the marks of numerous cuts and bruises, ranging from benign to large and deep, across most of his body, most prominently the chest and arms. He weighs only 113 pounds and stands at a height of 5’1. Along the right side of his back, the phrase ‘PROP R T OF POKR’ has been carved out with some form of blade. Along his left lower thigh, the markings of some animalistic bite marks can be made out. A crudely made skull has been tattooed onto his left arm. An inactive bomb collar clasps tightly around his neck, hidden under a scarf made of a ruined flag.
Birthplace: New Vegas

Occupation: Former Fiend

Skills: Melee Weapons, Speech, Sneak
SPECIAL

• S: 3
• P: 4
• E: 3
• C: 6
• I: 3
• A: 4
• L: 8

Equipment:
Apparel: Vault 3 jumpsuit with the legs torn into shorts, Merc Charmer boots, 1 Metal Elbow Pad, Deactivated Bomb Collar, US flag scarf.
Weapons/Ammo: A pool cue wrapped in assorted fabric scraps and a length of rope, makeshift shotgun constructed from a rough wooden block and a metal pipe, 3 shotgun shells (12 gauge), 8 small energy cells.
Aid: 1 Stimpak, 2 Jet Inhalers, several pieces of radroach meat, 3 packets of gum drops, 2 bottles of dirty water, 1 bottle of Nuka Cola, 1 Med-X syringe.

Biography:
Born to two drug-addicted nobodies along the West Coast, Lucky began life with little to nothing, surviving only from the limited aid scrounged by his parents from the odd noble soul and, more often than not, theft and scamming. The desperate tactics lasted only a few years longer before his parents both passed on; His mother dying of an overdose while his father was gunned down by his latest dealer in a scam gone wrong. Fearing for his own life and with looters already looking to rifle through his family’s belongings, Lucky fled his home and stowed away on a caravan to New Vegas.

Without any knowledge of the Mojave, Lucky quickly ended up indoctrinated into the Fiends ranks, coerced by the promise of drugs and lies about safety that controlled most of his life so far. Too small to be sent out on raids at first, he ended up taken in as a mascot of the Fiends, fed drugs to keep him docile and passed around between different Fiends when the previous raider claiming to ‘own’ the mascot inevitably died of overdosing or NCR gunfire.

Lucky continued a life of drug use and, in his later Fiend years, raids against Freesiders until the war over New Vegas and Hoover Dam grew more violent. After a particularly brutal skirmish killed off many of the remaining Fiends he called friends, Lucky once again developed fears for his own life. He eventually decided to break ties with the Fiends, scrounging a stash of supplies together and carving a path back west.
Not wanting to return to his hometown, Lucky soon turned north, scrounging from ruins and settlements along the way without much idea of what he was heading towards, only that he longed for something beyond his next fix.

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I don't know if it's intended, but the image is that of a woman, or at least a feminine man. Also it's much larger than the 400x400 limit.

[Arengin Union]

Nathan is pretty fucking brave.

[Shadowwell]

Nathan is pretty fucking brave.

Well, there is someone looting/collecting there gear already, so well, brave is one way of putting it.

[Greenweald]

I don't know if it's intended, but the image is that of a woman, or at least a feminine man. Also it's much larger than the 400x400 limit.

It was an intentional choice. Edited the image down to a smaller size, let me know if it's still too big.

[True Christopia]

A fiend who was raiding Freeside? I can tell Nick's not gonna be happy about that.

[Arengin Union]

A fiend who was raiding Freeside? I can tell Nick's not gonna be happy about that.

Indeed.

[True Christopia]

Not that it's incredibly important, but what d'ya think would be the situation with late 60's/70's music artists in the fallout universe? Guys like Pink Floyd, Elton John, David Bowie, Rolling Stones etc. I was thinking of referencing musicians like them with Nick, considering he's a King and all.

[Anowa]

Not that it's incredibly important, but what d'ya think would be the situation with late 60's/70's music artists in the fallout universe? Guys like Pink Floyd, Elton John, David Bowie, Rolling Stones etc. I was thinking of referencing musicians like them with Nick, considering he's a King and all.

McCarthyism killed rock in the US before is started. If it isn't the typical 50s hit, than it likely never released in the US, or sold very poorly and as a result is stupidly rare.

[True Christopia]

Not that it's incredibly important, but what d'ya think would be the situation with late 60's/70's music artists in the fallout universe? Guys like Pink Floyd, Elton John, David Bowie, Rolling Stones etc. I was thinking of referencing musicians like them with Nick, considering he's a King and all.

McCarthyism killed rock in the US before is started. If it isn't the typical 50s hit, than it likely never released in the US, or sold very poorly and as a result is stupidly rare.

Damn. There goes Nick's cool nickname.

[Beiarusia]

McCarthyism killed rock in the US before is started. If it isn't the typical 50s hit, than it likely never released in the US, or sold very poorly and as a result is stupidly rare.

I just realized something: there's no disk jockey like there's always been in every other Fallout RP I've seen. If you want I could throw together a small app for one, and we can have a radio station playing some underground music that never caught on in the United States (among some popular choices as well from the 1950's) as well as giving news reports as needed. Wouldn't be a "character" in the traditional sense. Could even be used in side quests. That is, if you have no plans for a radio station already.

[Anowa]

McCarthyism killed rock in the US before is started. If it isn't the typical 50s hit, than it likely never released in the US, or sold very poorly and as a result is stupidly rare.

I just realized something: there's no disk jockey like there's always been in every other Fallout RP I've seen. If you want I could throw together a small app for one, and we can have a radio station playing some underground music that never caught on in the United States (among some popular choices as well from the 1950's) as well as giving news reports as needed. Wouldn't be a "character" in the traditional sense. Could even be used in side quests. That is, if you have no plans for a radio station already.

We have one. We just haven't had anyone get within range of the broadcast.

[Beiarusia]

We have one. We just haven't had anyone get within range of the broadcast.

Alright.

[Turkducken]

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Name: Vlatko "Fix" Richard
Age: 34, Born November of 2255
Gender: M
Physical Description: 5'8, 115 pounds, multiple track marks on arms and legs,
Birthplace: Dayglow, NCR
Occupation: Apprentice Follower, Wasteland Surgeon, 2-bit Chem Lord, Addict
Skills: Medicine, Science, Repair
SPECIAL

• S: 3
• P: 2
• E: 2
• C: 7
• I: 8
• A: 2
• L: 8

Equipment: a knee brace, a doctor's bag (loaded down with stims and some chems), 18x .32 bullets, a .32 Revolver, 500 caps, Wasteland Surgeon outfit, prescription lenses (that desperately need to be upgraded), a Ushanka Hat, Heavy Coat, Heavy Jacket, thermal underwear, Heavy Boots, 1x Purified Water, 3x Iguana on a Stick, 10x Mentat Packets, 2x Whiskey Bottles, 1x Psycho, 3x Recreational Med-X, and a Hiking Backpack
Biography:

Vlakto was born without a name to a human prostitute in Dayglow, sometime in the November of 2255. Vlakto was born with a deformed leg, that garnered him ridicule from local residents and his mother. Vlakto was neglected regularly as a baby, being deprived of most nutrients except for the rare feedings, and saw the sunlight rarely. When he turned six years old his mother had arranged to sell him to a local pimp as debt repayment, but he was saved by a Doctor from the Followers of the Apocalypse, who were there on a humanitarian mission of poverty relief. Being taken in by the Followers meant Vlakto was moved to the Boneyard, where he lived and was educated by the Followers. He selected his first and last name himself, and rather than choosing between the two, he kept both as his first and last name. The Followers did what they could for the malnourished child, but most of the damage was permanent. Although they attempted to surgically correct his malformed leg, he still walked with a limp, and at the age of ten he was found to be nearsighted and they provided him with prescription glasses. In 2275 Vlakto was part of the initial Follower expedition into the Mojave, he had spent years learning about medicine and chemistry, as well as learning pratical skills in diagnostics and troubleshooting, both for robots and everyday appliances. During this time in the Mojave, Vlakto begins to experiment with chems, as a performance enhancing means. This yielded initial success, he was commended greatly in his performances by Julie Fawkes and other Follower leaders in the Region, but eventually he fell into a cycle of addiction. What started as performance enhancement, became the maintenance of mediocrity. Vlakto became chemically dependent on Med-X and Psycho, and the lows between the highs were increasing, as every hit gave him less and less of a high. An intervention took place, and in 2277, he began undergoing detox and treatment at the Old Mormon Fort in Freeside. While he eventually was weaned off the drugs, he fell back into addiction when he began taking Mentats as a way of coping with anxiety. While the Followers at the Fort were sympathetic, they couldn't help someone who didn't want to help themselves, and Vlakto left the group. He wondered around Freeside for a year, from drug den to drug den, slowly working his way up to an overdose. However in a cruel twist of fate, a run in with a member of the Freeside Gang The Kings, saved him from this eventual overdose; but left a long scar across his back left forearm. Forced to wonder the wastes Vlatko, with a steady stream of fixer, eventually overcame his chem addictions. Settling down in the settlement of Cottonwood Cove, he became the local doctor and surgeon, carving out a living for himself at the riverside community. In 2281 the Legion began a rapid expansion back into the Mojave, and Cottonwood Cove was the first target, the residents found themselves held captive and were forced to participate in a "lottery" for their survival. Vlatko was forced to watch as his neighbors were crucified, covered in pitch and burned, and fed to the Legion Mongrels. Vlatko himself was one of the lucky ones, and placed second in the lottery, as reward his legs were bound and a wooden wedge hammered in between them. Breaking both of his legs at the kneecaps. The Legion dumped him at the edge of town, and Vlatko was forced to crawl to some form of safety, however he passed out in the middle of the desert before reaching the nearest settlement. When he came to he found himself in the cave of an old Super Mutant, who called himself Steven, who had bandaged his wounds as best as he knew how. This allowed Vlatko time to heal his wounds, and he rebound and retreated his broken legs. Managing to save his previously normal leg, but his troubled bum leg was permanently damaged, forcing him to walk with a permanent limp. The Super Mutant called Steven left the cave for food one night never to return. Vlatko waited several days, subsisting off of the food stores in the cave, before looting anything useful and leaving the cave behind. He returned to the New Vegas area, optimistically looking for the Followers to take him back, but was captured by the Fiends. Forced to beg for his life, he told the Fiends he could keep them supplied with chems, just so long as they wouldn't kill him. Demonstrating his chemical abilities, he made Psycho for some new Fiend recruits and watched them beat other captive wastelanders to death. Satisfied with the potency of his chems, the Fiends kept him alive but enslaved, forcing him to make chems in Vault 3. Fiend leadership would collapse later in the same year, and Vlatko made a daring escape during the Courier's extermination of Motor-Runner. He returned again to Freeside, using his new appreciation of the drug trade to carve out another living, but in 2283 was chased out by the Kings once again. He spent the next few years eating up his own supplies of chems, while still selling some, as he traveled North. In 2288 he arrived in Portland, Oregon a functioning addict, where he once again began peddling chems on the street. When the NCR claimed the city in 2289 he joined the Exodus North, not wanting to deal with the taxation and hassle of NCR troopers. Currently on March 22, 2289 he's riding a high from the previous night, but Vlatko knows he'll need another soon. He always does.

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I've commissioned an artist to draw the character I've had in mind, and I'll add an image as soon as the commission is done.

App is ready and waiting approval, now taking criticism and compliments. As I said in the above comment, an artist is designing the character I had in mind and will be added to the image when finished.

[Beiarusia]

...

Alright, the first glaring issue I see is that mess of a Bio. It's a solid wall of text and is a pain to look at much less read through. I suggest you break it up into paragraphs as a courtesy. Also, if I come across as condescending, I apologize, but the Bio really could use some cleaning up.