❅Fallout Detroit | A Heart of Rust | OOC | Open❅

[New Antonalia]

Probably not, unless the OP says so.

If you are amenable to it, then I would not have any problem with it.

Apologies for not replying until now, but I'd down for it. Does Lt. Scott have a Bio?

Edit, also what does a F.R.O.S.T. uniform look like?

[Endem]

If you are amenable to it, then I would not have any problem with it.

Apologies for not replying until now, but I'd down for it. Does Lt. Scott have a Bio?

Edit, also what does a F.R.O.S.T. uniform look like?

Yeah, he has, it's on his app

[Endem]

I'll once again set the deadline on my next post on tomorrow

[New Antonalia]

Apologies for not replying until now, but I'd down for it. Does Lt. Scott have a Bio?

Edit, also what does a F.R.O.S.T. uniform look like?

Yeah, he has, it's on his app

I can't find it.

[Endem]

Yeah, he has, it's on his app

I can't find it.

Okay, there are two ways to find it, 1st. Go to the second post of this thread, there is a list of all characters that appeared in the RP there, or, 2nd. Go to the white box just below the title of the thread and type in Andrew Scott and click enter, then scroll nearly all the way down and you should find his app

[Alouite]

If you are amenable to it, then I would not have any problem with it.

Apologies for not replying until now, but I'd down for it. Does Lt. Scott have a Bio?

Edit, also what does a F.R.O.S.T. uniform look like?

Members of F.R.O.S.T. wear military pre-war uniforms depending on their position. For example, a soldier would wear a set of combat armor, a scientist would wear a lab coat, etc. FROST is composed of former members of the Michigan National Guard and remnants of the Detroit civil service structure, as well as Enclave members (who compose it's leadership).

[Tayner]

Tag

[New Antonalia]

Did someone order a Mad Scientist?

Name: Nathan Bradford Scott
Age: 29
Gender: M
Appearance:
(Image)
Associations:

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Strength: 6
Perception: 8
Endurance:4
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 7
Luck:

Skills:
Juryrigger - I can make almost anything useful, except ghouls, I haven't found a practical application for those irradiated zombies

Scientist - How dare you doubt my highly fictitious degree, I've read all the books and done all the work, I'd even show you my dissertation if I had one

Small Arms - I may be an egg head, but this is a dangerous place, and to go out unarmed is basically asking for either death, slavery, or both.

Curious Mind - Oh, I give it approximately a 35.8% chance of blowing up, now hurry up and put it on. I bet Jerry 30 caps that it won't explode!

Weaknesses:
Cowardly - I'm now cowardly, I just have an overdeveloped fight or flight response that just so happens to lean more towards flight than fight

Glass Cannon - UNCLE! UNCLE! (Nathan after getting pelted by rocks by children) YOU LITTLE HOOLIGANS! LET's see how you like the taste of hot plasma! (Nathan before being restrained by his brother) UNCLE! UNCLE! YOU WIN JUST LET ME GO! (Nathan after being restrained by his brother.)

Debatable Sanity - Well... what can really be seen as sane in this new world, all I do is experiment and observe what happens when you introduce tiny amounts of compound 32-C into drinking water to observe it's effects on human and animal health.
Weapons: Plasma Defender with 6 energy cells, Plasma rifle of debatable functionality (Due mainly to Nathan's incessant tinkering)
Other Items: Armored Lab coat over a F.R.O.S.T uniform with a missing helmet, as well as a "found" pip-boy personal assistant, junior chemists set, a homemade book on wasteland survival, research log book, five cans of spam, two cans of fresh water, one slightly eaten bag of sugar bombs, and a soot stained teddy bear
Bio: The younger brother to Lt. Andrew Scott, where Andrew received the brawn, Nathan received the brain. Unfortunately, living in a radioactive wasteland is not very conducive to proper mental development, and with undiagnosed high-functioning Asperger's and slight sociopathic tendencies, it does not make for a very happy childhood. And when the settlement he and his brother lived in was attacked by raiders, hiding was the only thing Nathan could even think of doing. He dove into a a small ditch that ran beneath the Scott family and crawled as deep as he willed himself to go. When Nathan emerged two days later, everything was burned to the ground and no one, not even his family seemed to survive. When he looked around his house to see if anything had survived, only his teddy, Colonel Beary survived, though his fur was singed and stained with ash.

A traveling caravan eventually picked him up after they spotted the smoke and found a solitary child, standing in the middle of a burned out settlement, crying as he gripped his teddy. Nathan initially didn't like walking from place to place, and constantly complained about his feet hurting and him being tired, but after some percussive instructions to the back of the head, he learned to keep his mouth shut as no one else wanted to hear the complaining. Initially, he was distant towards most of the members of that caravan, but one guard seemed to take a liking towards the young boy. The guard would give Nathan part of his meals and would bring him books to read as well as toys to play with when they stopped. Overtime, the rest of the caravan seemed to warm up to Nathan and they took it upon themselves to educate the young genius the best way they knew how, practical experience.

Every night, the caravaners would gather around Nathan as they had him read technical manuals, books, and other materials they could find, occasionally having him disassemble and reassemble salvaged equipment in an attempt to get some of the prewar bobs and knick-nacks working again. One time, the caravan even stopped at the remnants of a local college to see if they could salvage anything from the library, unfortunately, feral ghouls had taken up residence and they were driven off before they could get to anything. This continued for several years as the caravan moved across the wasteland, gaining and losing members as it went. By this point, Nathan was probably the most brilliant wastelander anyone had ever met, and made a pretty cap moving from settlement to settlement repairing, improving, and building new things, until one day, he repaired a radio and just so happened to set the frequency to a F.R.O.S.T transmission. The voice on the radio seemed to spark long repressed memories, and on impulse, he bought the radio he so recently fixed.

It took a month of jumping from radio tower to radio tower, trying to triangulate the source of the signal, and eventually, after a month of trying, failing, and nearly losing fingers, he managed to track the source down to Kent. Nathan left the caravan after that, saying good bye to the people who had helped him get through the wasteland and headed off towards Kent with his pack Brahman, B.H.I (Bull-headed Idiot). Along the way, Nathan found that same college the caravan had stopped at so many years before and immediately pilfered both the library and science wings like it was going out of fashion, taking care to shoot any feral ghoul he came across for good measure. Eventually, after side trip after side trip, Nathan made it to Kent and to the F.R.O.S.T. headquarters. Now, all he needs to do is find a way to get inside and introduce his brilliant self without getting shot.
Questions:

[****Keep For Tracking****]

Finished.

[Alouite]

Did someone order a Mad Scientist?

Name: Nathan Bradford Scott
Age: 29
Gender: M
Appearance:
(Image)
Associations:

---

Strength: 6
Perception: 8
Endurance:4
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 9
Agility: 7
Luck:

Skills:
Juryrigger - I can make almost anything useful, except ghouls, I haven't found a practical application for those irradiated zombies

Scientist - How dare you doubt my highly fictitious degree, I've read all the books and done all the work, I'd even show you my dissertation if I had one

Small Arms - I may be an egg head, but this is a dangerous place, and to go out unarmed is basically asking for either death, slavery, or both.

Curious Mind - Oh, I give it approximately a 35.8% chance of blowing up, now hurry up and put it on. I bet Jerry 30 caps that it won't explode!

Weaknesses:
Cowardly - I'm now cowardly, I just have an overdeveloped fight or flight response that just so happens to lean more towards flight than fight

Glass Cannon - UNCLE! UNCLE! (Nathan after getting pelted by rocks by children) YOU LITTLE HOOLIGANS! LET's see how you like the taste of hot plasma! (Nathan before being restrained by his brother) UNCLE! UNCLE! YOU WIN JUST LET ME GO! (Nathan after being restrained by his brother.)

Debatable Sanity - Well... what can really be seen as sane in this new world, all I do is experiment and observe what happens when you introduce tiny amounts of compound 32-C into drinking water to observe it's effects on human and animal health.
Weapons: Plasma Defender with 6 energy cells, Plasma rifle of debatable functionality (Due mainly to Nathan's incessant tinkering)
Other Items: Armored Lab coat over a F.R.O.S.T uniform with a missing helmet, as well as a "found" pip-boy personal assistant, junior chemists set, a homemade book on wasteland survival, research log book, five cans of spam, two cans of fresh water, one slightly eaten bag of sugar bombs, and a soot stained teddy bear
Bio: The younger brother to Lt. Andrew Scott, where Andrew received the brawn, Nathan received the brain. Unfortunately, living in a radioactive wasteland is not very conducive to proper mental development, and with undiagnosed high-functioning Asperger's and slight sociopathic tendencies, it does not make for a very happy childhood. And when the settlement he and his brother lived in was attacked by raiders, hiding was the only thing Nathan could even think of doing. He dove into a a small ditch that ran beneath the Scott family and crawled as deep as he willed himself to go. When Nathan emerged two days later, everything was burned to the ground and no one, not even his family seemed to survive. When he looked around his house to see if anything had survived, only his teddy, Colonel Beary survived, though his fur was singed and stained with ash.

A traveling caravan eventually picked him up after they spotted the smoke and found a solitary child, standing in the middle of a burned out settlement, crying as he gripped his teddy. Nathan initially didn't like walking from place to place, and constantly complained about his feet hurting and him being tired, but after some percussive instructions to the back of the head, he learned to keep his mouth shut as no one else wanted to hear the complaining. Initially, he was distant towards most of the members of that caravan, but one guard seemed to take a liking towards the young boy. The guard would give Nathan part of his meals and would bring him books to read as well as toys to play with when they stopped. Overtime, the rest of the caravan seemed to warm up to Nathan and they took it upon themselves to educate the young genius the best way they knew how, practical experience.

Every night, the caravaners would gather around Nathan as they had him read technical manuals, books, and other materials they could find, occasionally having him disassemble and reassemble salvaged equipment in an attempt to get some of the prewar bobs and knick-nacks working again. One time, the caravan even stopped at the remnants of a local college to see if they could salvage anything from the library, unfortunately, feral ghouls had taken up residence and they were driven off before they could get to anything. This continued for several years as the caravan moved across the wasteland, gaining and losing members as it went. By this point, Nathan was probably the most brilliant wastelander anyone had ever met, and made a pretty cap moving from settlement to settlement repairing, improving, and building new things, until one day, he repaired a radio and just so happened to set the frequency to a F.R.O.S.T transmission. The voice on the radio seemed to spark long repressed memories, and on impulse, he bought the radio he so recently fixed.

It took a month of jumping from radio tower to radio tower, trying to triangulate the source of the signal, and eventually, after a month of trying, failing, and nearly losing fingers, he managed to track the source down to Kent. Nathan left the caravan after that, saying good bye to the people who had helped him get through the wasteland and headed off towards Kent with his pack Brahman, B.H.I (Bull-headed Idiot). Along the way, Nathan found that same college the caravan had stopped at so many years before and immediately pilfered both the library and science wings like it was going out of fashion, taking care to shoot any feral ghoul he came across for good measure. Eventually, after side trip after side trip, Nathan made it to Kent and to the F.R.O.S.T. headquarters. Now, all he needs to do is find a way to get inside and introduce his brilliant self without getting shot.
Questions:

[****Keep For Tracking****]

Finished.

Looks good. Accepted!

[Tayner]

Name: Peter Moore
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Associations: PLFA (Socialist Caucus): Deserter
F.R.O.S.T.: Enemy
Others: Independent

40 Points to assign (Take Note that 0 = Extreme Weakness in Category, 1-2 = Below Average, 3-5 = Average, 6-7 = Above Average, 8-9 = Outstanding in Category, 10+ = Benchmark in Category)

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Strength: 6
Perception: 6
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 5
Agility: 6
Luck: 6

Skills: Adaptive: Able to adapt to a wide variety of situations. While not perfect at everything, he can find his own way in a pinch.
Marksman: Good shot with a rifle, while not a sniper he can certainly make a bullet find it's mark with a rifle and enough tries.
Tough: He can take a punch, and throw one right back. He won't be tanking bullets and fist fighting deathclaws, but he can certainly hold his own in a bar fight.
Young: While he doesn't have much experience, he has plenty of energy and motivation that isn't found in older wastelanders. He can exert himself for long periods of time and not feel too much of it the next day.
Weaknesses: Inexperienced: Besides a few gunfights and brawls, he doesn't have much experience with fighting, and he doesn't know much about the wasteland besides it being dangerous.
Distrustful: He is slow to trust people, and even when working with new people he always has a plan to escape if they turn on him.
Weapons: Battle Rifle, combat knife
Other Items: The clothes on his back (a grey shirt, brown jacket, and blue jeans), gloves, knee pads, a lighter, .308 ammo, three days' rations, a week's water, and 29 caps
Bio: Born a couple short years after the nuclear apocalypse, his parents were some of the original settlers of The Hold. He would be orphaned early on, and end up under the guardianship of the local militia. Peter would grow up to favor the Socialist Caucus, however he was never really invested in politics, more interested in the PLFA's military. However, he would be conscripted at 16 and have a rifle forced into his hand. After surviving a few brief skirmishes with FROST, he would end up in a unit that mainly dealt with raiders and ghouls when the ceasefire was called.

However, he lost many friends while fighting, friends who were conscripted. This made him distrustful of the PLFA, and eventually he would detest them. He would take the rifle he was issued, and leave one night under cover of darkness, and shed his PLFA identity. He would travel east and end up in The Assembly. Taking odd jobs and scavenging, he would avoid the PLFA and FROST alike, however with tensions growing he might have to pick a side or escape the crossfire.
Questions:

[****Keep For Tracking****]

[Elerian]

I'm considering joining, but I'm curious if there's any faction that could use some players?

[Alouite]

I'm considering joining, but I'm curious if there's any faction that could use some players?

The PLFA and FROST both need new characters. It's good to see new faces.

[Anarcho-Syndicalist Unions]

Name:Strongarm Steelheart
Age:22
Gender:Male
Appearance:The effects of mutation and radiation caused him to suffer significant deformation. He is only 3"6, his right arm is larger than his left, he lacks hair, his eyes are blood red, his skin is leathery and a pale chocolate colour. He is covered in brutal scars from when was often brutally whipped and beaten as a slave of the Kingdom Of Cain. He is stout and very muscular, from both his harsh self-imposed training regime, and his brutal enslavement.
Associations: He is a incredibly fanatical member of the PLFA, and is strongly aligned with the Posadist Caucus, in which he has great reputation as a incredibly deadly warrior, willing to die if it means more of the enemy is killed. He has a overwhelming fiery hatred of the Kingdom of Cain in for their treatment of him.

40 Points to assign (Take Note that 0 = Extreme Weakness in Category, 1-2 = Below Average, 3-5 = Average, 6-7 = Above Average, 8-9 = Outstanding in Category, 10+ = Benchmark in Category)

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Strength:10
Perception:6
Endurance:10
Charisma:0
Intelligence:3
Agility:6
Luck:4

Skills:Melee, Guns, Explosives, and Energy Weapons
Weaknesses:He is lacks social skills due to his chaotic upbringing, and has several personality disorders. His blind, overwhelming fury can be as much a liability as it is a boon.
Weapons:A pistol, a rifle, a handaxe, a sledgehammer, and a cooking pot lid(makeshift shield)
Other Items:Some threadbare clothing, a few bottlecaps, some odd scribblings, some rations, and a water bottle
Biography:He was born just before/when the bombs were dropped, to African-American parents. His parents were killed in the chaos during and after the bombs were dropped, leaving him to fend for himself. He barely survived his first year. Luckily, a group of ghouls took him in, and raised him, until they were enslaved and slaughtered by the Kingdom Of Cain. He was worked to near death, and would be regularly and brutally be beaten, whipped and tortured as a example. After several years of brutal mistreatment, he was thrown into the middle of a slave revolt that he barely survived. This was also when he managed to escape the Kingdom, and found his way to the PLFA, where he was welcomed as a member, and became a fierce warrior.
Questions:

[****Keep For Tracking****]

[Anarcho-Syndicalist Unions]

I'm considering joining, but I'm curious if there's any faction that could use some players?

The PLFA and FROST both need new characters. It's good to see new faces.

Funny that you'd mention that the PLFA need new characters.

[Cainesland]

I think I should be able to get another post out on Monday. My apologies for the inactivity.

[Vacif]

So this still a thing?

[Endem]

So this still a thing?

I think, unfortunately not ( but, I'm currently brainstorming an Fallout RP so maybe you would be interested in helping me )

[Alouite]

This attempt may have died, but expect something of a similar scale that is fallout related in the future. This will not be my last attempt at bringing back what had been a long and successful series of Fallout RPs.