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RE: Apocalyptic Survival Story(Humans)

C.Name- Melony "Pick" Siress
Age- 26
Appearance- Pick
Occupation- Scavenger/ Locksmith.
Talent/Skill-Can pick any lock, no matter how difficult it looks.
Weapon/s of Choice-10mm Pistol, Brass Spiked Knuckles, Hunting Knife.
Bio- 26 six years she'd been living in this hell hole and miracle to say, she was still alive. Her parents and grandparents though, didn't make it, neither did her young siblings. She was.....had been the oldest in her family, now, she was her own family. Melony was born in Megaton, growing up and loving the dezidens of the place.They all loved her, asked for help if they just so happened to lock themselves out of there own home. Around the age of 15, Melony, or Pick as they nicknamed her, began to travel out around the DWC with a few others, scavenging for food and fresh water, as well as weapons to defend themselves with.They even went far as to collect more scrap metal. Pick never gave up searching, even when all the others would head home. When days passed, all would think her dead, until she came walking back to Megaton, wagon full of metal, medicine and food.

Now as she hit the bit 2-6, Melony felt like she needed to do more, hell, everyone felt that. She's managed to survive, but how long could she keep this up.Lock picking and scavenging. If the people recruited more, they could turn this whole Capital around and make it into a better place, or so she thought. There was only so much that lockpicking can do, and as of now, scavenging hasn't been good. She's run into Raiders and a few Mutants here and there.When she's out looking for medicine and ammo, she ends up wasting some if not all of it.

Melony is a spunky, go-lucky and outright fun. There may be problems in the world, the was always smiling...sometimes. If someone is rude or obnoxious, she just kept on smiling because to her, no matter what problem, one could never solve it with a mean face now can they. When she gets upset though, that's when one should watch out. She'll use practically anything as a weapon to chase a person and beat them. If they don't run, then to bad for them. She's like one of those extinct animals, a monkey. Once she jumps on you, there is no way to get her off.She'll only remove herself once your dead or unconcious, bleeding and close to death doors.


Melony is a, take action kind of girl. Shoot first ask questions later basically. Mess with her, you mess with her town.Mess with her town, you mess with her, either way, its a lose, lose scenerio that a person should never get into.



C.Name- Ella "Princess" Scress
Age- 29
Appearance- Princess
Occupation- Ex-Raider, Wonderer, Gun for Hire,Hacker.
Talent/Skill- Can hit a mark from a mile away with out needing a scope. Can also hack into computers no matter how well locked they were.
Weapon/s of Choice-Sniper Riffle, Laser Riffle, Combat Shotgun, Combat Knife.
Bio- Her life with the Raiders had been great, until her so called posse did something that not even she couldn't forgive. Yeah, they were tough as shit guys and girls, thugs actually. Beating up innocent people and taking whatever they had. Since she was 15, she'd been with Raiders, never knowing anything better. Her parents were no good doers, being Raiders themselves, so hey, why not follow in their tracks.

Though, coming this year. She had enough.She understood pillaging and raping....but murder. There were times when they killed or they didn't.They only did it if they felt threaten, showing anyone around who was the boss, but when the line is crossed and an innocent woman who was just pregnant gets killed, that's when shit hits the fan. Ella, or Princess as they had dubbed her, couldn't let that go. She was called Princess, since, for some reason, she was born with an air about her, beautiful looks, long flowing hair that she refused to cut. It was as if she was apart of them, but still kept a bit of herself out of reach. Seeing that woman though, Ella saw red. Before anyone knew it, she rigged frags all around the hiding she saw as home, walking away and never looked back. Now Princess was a wonderer, breaking into places, hacking computers and finding things out, discovering things.She even did a few side jobs, escorting, being a guard or hunting someone down. Life out in the DWC ain't easy, but she made a liven somehow.


If she wasn't used as a gun for hire, then she was mostly used as a one night companion. The job wasn't pleasant, it never is, but if it gave her a moment of food, good water and caps, she was up for it. She couldn't say she recommended this type of work, but if it got you what you needed, then go for it. She wasn't a whore, far from it. She knew when to say no. At times, she felt lonely and never asked for payment. Just a meal, one night of pleasure and she was happy.

Hacking became a thing for her when she turned 18. Going into power plants or any facility, she would toy around with computers, figure one out, then go around, search for another and figure that out, until she slowly developed her skills. At times, she would be the one to lock the computer, having to force someone else to figure it out.




C.Name- 001 Nova, Last name unknown.
Age- Unknown.
Appearance- Nova
Occupation- Assassin
Talent/Skill-As a cyborg she has unlimited talent. She can hacked into any computer without complication and why bother with lock picking. All she has to do is punch through and she's in. She can run in an inhuman, her body altered in such a way. Her vision was made so she can see through objects as well as see perfectly in the night.Hearing was amplified, catching any detailed sound from a mile or more away.
Weapon/s of Choice-Her body, 10mm Pistol, Hunting Knife,Frag Granades,Chinese Assault Rifle.
Bio- Nova couldn't recall the last time she had been awake, nor the time she had been born and created. She knew of who birthed her, but she knew who had sired her. He was the Commander for some Military or the like, she didn't know since she wasn't allowed to question and ask. The male was almost like the devil, though she knew that the Devil wasn't real. When she had turned 3, that's when the experiments began. It seemed her father wanted to create a weapon that would be used to take over this God forsaken hell hole, rebuild it and own it. His goal would have been achieved....if she hadn't escaped that is. Her father had no heart, instead a black void filled it. Her mother had been dead a long time, to long for her to even remember. She didn't even have an image to picture as to what the woman looked liked.


As Nova grew, her body changed dramatically and not of her choosing. Her body was altered, metal parts and DNA surgically placed inside her, doctors working round the clock, making sure her body took to the chances well. Her senses were hieghtened, her body stronger then any normal person. She would endure grueling tests. Lifting heavy objects, like cars, avoid a barrage of bullets. Her body would heal within two days tops. Radiation wasn't a problem to her, she seemed to observe it like the sun. It fueled her basically. In order to let her body properly grow with her added qualities, she was placed inside a pod and put to sleep. Nova hadn't been sure how long she was in there, but when she awoke abruptly, gone was she from the science lab she had been, instead, she was located somewhere else. The men, sharing almost the same armor as that of her father's men, explained that she had been in the pod for some 80 plus years or so. The records were almost faded, recordings about her all but trashed.


The Brotherhood Outcasts had managed to secure her it seemed. Apperantly she had been a part of the Brotherhood of Steel, but as years passed,during the time she was placed into hybernation, these Outcasts, over the years, managed to storm in, secure as much as they could, even her. She had no true objective, except to live her life. She didn't age like normal humans now. The Outcasts tried to program and control her, but she managed to get away before they could. She was nothing more then a walking artificial being now.


C.Name-Void
Age-25
Appearance-Void- Standing at about 5'10, Weighs about 130lbs. She had the toned figure of a model.Midnight Black hair that reached her ass and her skin was a bit sun kissed, but not so much.
Occupation-Slaver/Sniper
Talent/Skill-Skilled Sniper/Marksman. Tracking and Reconing. Persuassion.
Weapon/s of Choice-Sniper Rifle, Brass Knuckles and Sledgehammer.
Bio- Void wasn't much of the talkative type, let alone the affectionate type either. Perhaps it has to do with the line of work she was involved with.Maybe it was what happened to her with her family, her father pursay.Or perhaps she just wasn't one of those people who didn't fucking feel like talking.Everything annoyed.Her family had been the first annoying beings to get to her nerves. Living in a ram shack of a house, everything still in tact, but shabby. Void had only been about twelve when she had left. Her father, well...step father was a drunk off his ass, useless piece of shit.Her mother going through hysteria and dementia.Her older sister a whiny bitch and her older brother a fucking asshole. Her stepfather would try to not only fuck her mother, but sister and herself as well. He never did anything. Finally, she thought enough was enough. Late at night, Void had woken up, crept down stairs and grabbed as many liquor bottles as she could, pouring each one around the house, over her parents and sibblings and around their room. Through the house and anywhere in between. Lighting a match, she stood at the front door, the only spot where there was no liquor and threw the match, watching as a screeching wave of red shot through out the living room, to the kitchen and up the stairs and into the room.Closing the door, Void had walked away.


She had wondered for some time and apperantly, her step father decided to settle the family near Paradise Falls, a genius he was. The one stationed in the front had spotted her as she approached and the only thing she said was, "have an opening?" as if she would be permitted to work here, in this fucked up of a place. The guard only laughed, but saw how serious she was.Taking her in, she was introduce to Eulogy, who, at the time, was a young piece of ass. Void was put to work, though used as the mens "Stress" reliever.Years passed and she was taught how to shoot, fight and devoid her heart of any emotion except for the ones she needed, like anger and treachery, gluttony, hate, desception and anything in between those. Eulogy had grown to like her, but not her of him. She noticed as the years passed, how utterly useless Eulogy was and throughout her time, she took it upon herself to perhaps, relieve Paradise Falls of its current leader and proclaim a new one, like herself. The only friend she's managed to make, claim and keep is a woman named Slash. A rather happy, spunky type of woman who enjoyed killing to the point of orgasm.

Void was, more or less, seen as Eulogy's secret second in command, since he already had one, but Eulogy could see how utterly useless he was. Great to her advantage, all Void needed to do was keep doing what she did best and hopefully be rid of Eulogy for good.


C.Name-Slash
Age-27
Appearance-Slash- Long hair that goes past her ass, almost to her thighs.She dyed it a deep pink with black highlights.She stood at 5'10 and weighing at 135lbs, just a bit more then Void.Her skin was sun kissed as well since she spent most of her time out and hunting.
Occupation-Slaver/Hunter
Talent/Skill-Can hold her breathe for two minutes. Seduce a man under two minutes. Scavenging, hunting and mutilating,
Weapon/s of Choice-Hunting knife, Baseball bat and Assault Rifle.
Bio-Slash was one of the most eccentric, happy, go lucky, murdering, scary, psychotic sociopath there ever was. She was 13 when she was taken into Paradise Falls, Eulogy at the time, still rather young, just a few years older then her.He hadn't been in charge then, but he was a Slaver none the less.She had been promised to him and a few other men who wanted fresh meat to taste. Her family was none existent, killed by Raiders, her siblings having escaped, though her sister had been mutilated by a Deathclaw, her other sister raped and killed by a few Super Mutants. She was left, captured and taken. Growing up in Paradise Falls wasn't bad. She learned to survive, keep quite and speak when told to speak.She didn't humiliating things, embarissing and unpleasant things that she kept her alive all this time. The older she got, the more fucked up she became.

One day, she had asked Eulogy what it would take for her to be out of here and become one of his followers. He laughed at her, calling her stupid and worthless and she said that she was serious. Being given a gun, she was told to kill one of her slave friends and she did without hesitation. Eulogy laughed and made her kill another and she did. Release, he asked why she did and she said,"because they mean nothing to me and if I had killed you, I wouldn't have left this place alive.Besides, they were fucking annoying."Eulogy laughed and so did she. During her years of imprisonment, she befriended a woman names Void.Her real name was none existent. Void and her became fond of each other since it seemed they were one in the same, though Void was more of the quiet type, Slash loved to joke around. As of now, secretely, Slash has been conspiring with Void in throwing Eulogy into the black pits of Hell and taking over this trash heep. If it meant capturing more slaves and killing a few people and mutilating their bodies, then she was all go.

Slash always felt that the Slavers here were a bit...stupid.Like Super Mutants, they had not intelligence. Annoying is what Void called them and Slash agreed, but for apperance sakes, they said nothing.There day would come when they would be incharge of Paradise Falls and making deals with not the Slavers at The Pitt, but else where as well.
 
RE: Apocalyptic Survival Story(Humans)

C.Name- Misa Hogami
Age- 18
Appearance- http://media.otakuzone.com/store/user/170318/T130336212220f4ac8879f80fb814292408748b990b9b.png
Occupation- cook, sometimes-medic
Talent/Skill-( cooking, basic first aid
Weapon/s of Choice- 9 mm handgun, small medical knifes
C.Name- Toji Hogami
Age- 20
Appearance- http://www.otakia.com/wp-content/uploads/V_1/personnage_59/6595.jpg
Occupation- scout, survivor
Talent/Skill- finding things, shooting
Weapon/s of Choice- AK-47, colt 45, army knife

Bio-A brother and sister, who had lived together in the ruins of the city, they have lived by themselves for so long that they have become dependent on each other. They both wish they could find others to work with, yet so far, neither of them have, so they just gut it out working together to in this wild world they are in.
 
RE: Apocalypse Survival Story(Humans)

C.Name- Orin Callstone
Age- 24
Appearance- Orin (without the military garb of course)
Occupation- Hunter, Forager, Scavenger, Anything that keeps him alive, fed, and with a few caps in his pocket.
Talent/Skill- Can maintain his focus under immense stress, essentially able to keep a somewhat trained shot on a target for a long amount of time, though not always meaning its a winning shot.
Weapon/s of Choice- Hunting rifle, 9mm pistol, Hunting knife.
Bio-Orin was a waster by birth, and by definition. His childhood being typical of a scrounging family. Small packs of somewhat nomadic people who tried their best to maintain their peaceful sanity against raider attacks, slavers, and the occasional yoagui attack. His father had been a sharpshooter and though Orin knew from an early age that he could never reach the ability that his father had, he certainly would try to follow in his footsteps. He quickly became a solid hunter for the group, scouring the surrounding area of their camps for various foods of whatever they could find. He hunted it all and he was good at what he did. However peace does not last for a borderline nomadic family. As he returned one day he found his camp massacred by something. The bodies of the small, yet able, group lay about in heaps and mounds across the wastes. His temper flared for the first and only time in his life as Orin set out to avenge his family and find a way to live as a sane man in an insane world.
 
(Alright, this profile's going to get a bit nerdy, so I apologize in advance)

Character Name: Big Meanie - see bio for explanation

Appearance: Body Shape

Apparel: Bloated, Beaten-up Brotherhood Power Armor, Behemoth Skull helmet

Race: Caucasian

Occupation: Whatever someone needs him to be, but mostly just a drifter looking to fight someone

Hair color and style: Shaved, blood-red

Eye color: Bright green

Height: 8'6"

Age: Unknown

Skills/Traits:
Survivalist - His now natural hardiness enables him to survive in nearly any climate or setting
Effects:
Any and all meat and vegetation satisfies him. Stimpaks work too, but good luck getting it through his armor AND skin

Bruiser - Loves using his fists to 'settle' arguments
Effects:
His fists break bones in one hit - enough said

Iron Hide - What is this guy? A rhinoceros?
Effects:
Even without his Power Armor, his thick skin is more than enough

Alloy Skeleton: Broken leg? Yeah, not in your lifetime
Effects:
His bones are like diamond, virtually unbreakable

Big Gun Lover - Give him a minigun and he'll turn your enemies into dog chow
Effects:
Anything that's big, heavy and tears people apart, he's good with and he wants it.....BAD.

Master Exploder - I would suggest you duck and cover.
Effects:
Anything that goes BOOM! he's good with and wants.....BAD

Bullet Sponge - Keep shooting him, yeah, that'll TOTALLY work *sarcasm*
Effects:
Absorbs bullets like he drinks booze - A LOT

Extreme Mutilator - His battles are not for the faint of heart or weak of stomach
Effects:
Whether you're dead or alive, he'll still rip your corpse apart just for the hell of it.

Blood Junkie - You might as well call him Dracula
Effects:
Blood seems to refuel him more than it ought to, plus he just loves the metallic taste.

Psychotic Berserker - You pissed him off? You're an idiot
Effects:
As long as there's enemies and they're trying to kill him, he'll just keep getting stronger and angrier

Rad Regenerator - Vault 87? Dangerous? Pfft, he has a beach house there; he built it out of the bones of the Muties that USED to go there.
Effects:
It's like he's a Super Mutant or something - Rads makes any puncture or laceration wounds close up and vanish


SPECIAL:
Strength:10*
Perception:5
Endurance:10*
Charisma:1
Intelligence:3
Agility:8
Luck:2
*Increase by two for every minute the Psychotic Berserker trait is active

Carry Weight: 750

Weapons of Choice: Fat Man, Minigun, Deathclaw Gauntlet, "Mr. Confetti" (Special Power Fist), Missile Launcher

Favorite Quotes:

"It's a party, see the confetti?! HAHAHAHAHA!" (whenever he gibs someone)

"I make BIG EXPLOSION!" (When he kills multiple people with an explosive weapon)

"How DARE YOU TOUCH ME!" (Whenever someone attacks him and fails)

"YOU ARE WEAK, I AM STRONG!" (Whenever he kills multiple opponents with Psychotic Berserker active)

"So much blood, so much death......Simply intoxicating" (At the end of a hard, brutal fight)

"That.......was satisfying." (At the end of a hard, brutal fight!)

"*deranged, deep-throated roar*" (Signals activation of Psychotic Berserker)

"Quit hittin' yourself! Quit hittin' yourself! Quit hittin' yourself! BAHAHAHAHAHAAAAH!" (Whenever he rips off a limb and beats his opponent to death with it - note he only says "Quit hittin' yourself!" three times, the rest is just him laughing maniacally as he beats
them)

Bio:
Big Meanie is definitely someone to be feared - he's the only one to take on a Super Mutant Behemoth with his bare hands and live to tell the tale. In fact, he wears its skull as proof of his kill. He's been called many things - violent, ruthless, bloodthirsty, savage - but names mean little to him....usually.

This was actually the way Big Meanie got his name - a little kid called him that after he saved a small town 5 miles north of the Dunwich Building from Raiders. He was staying there at the time, but he was very rude to the townspeople, so a kid called him 'A Big Meanie'. He never laughed so hard in his life, telling the kid he needed to keep being spunky like that, so he adopted the name Big Meanie after he left the town in spirit of the little kid.

And Big Meanie lived up to his name after he left.......he's crude, he's violent, he makes a sailor's mouth seem like a fresh-cut rose in comparison. Big Meanie's his name and blowing the fuck out of everything and everyone is game. He loves Big Guns and things that turn people into quivering little giblets; and with his immense strength, he likes to do it with his bare hands from time-to-time. His favorite way of ending someone is once they're down and bleeding, he'll literally rip off a limb and beat them to death with it; he's done with Super Mutants and humans alike, but he finds the Super Mutants more satisfying to do this to.

Big Meanie has no memory of his past life; his armor suggests that he once belonged to the Brotherhood of Steel. He sometimes has little flashbacks of events that he doesn't remember ever happening to him, but all they do is serve to infuriate him. He wants to know what these flashbacks mean, but gets too caught up in killing Raiders and Talon Company mercs to even pay attention to them most of the time.

What BM doesn't know is that he WAS a member of the Brotherhood of Steel; he was a Knight by the name of Mikael Veitz sent to investigate Vault 87. He found out about the radiation near the door (he walked into it and got critical Rad Poisoning) and went through Little Lamplight. Unfortunately, he happened to walk into an FEV chamber and breathe in some still-active virus; this created a huge change in human, turning him into a mutant-human hybrid. But instead of making him asexual, the immense radiation in his body changed the nature of the FEV and made him 'grow' and his lust increase slightly. Not enough to where he'll rape a woman, but enough to where he'll try anything to get into a girl's pants.
Needless to say, he was never heard from in the Brotherhood again; his status is missing, presumed KIA. They're still searching for his body, but they'll never find it.

If Big Meanie gets mad enough, he'll suffer a 'psychotic break', going on an endless rampage until the antagonizing force is annihilated. His strength and endurance seem to increase beyond normal limits as his berserking prolongs, turning him into a one-man asskicking juggernaut.

(Yeah, he's like Fawkes, except...more violent. A very good companion character to have when you need a living shield.)
 
C.Name- Alex 'Spear' Wyoming
Age- 25
Appearance- 6'00", Brown Hair, Tan Skin, Blue Eyes, Muscular. In Combat: Wears Combat Armor, NonCombat: Wears Mercinary Grunt Clothing
Occupation- Scavenger/Poacher
Talent/Skill-Quite Skilled at Close Combat.
Weapon/s of Choice-Combat Knife, Super Sledge, Assault Rifle, 10mm pistol, Shotgun.
Bio- Alex was borne to an 'intersting' home, his father was a scavenger and poacher who had enslaved his mother, a simple wanderer. Alex was raised to believe that women were nothing more than a sex-toy, and that if a woman had anything, it was demanded of him that he take the woman's stuff and rape them. After a while Alex took to his father's teachings, often bending random women over and fucking them. when Alex was an adult, he left home and went out on his own to follow his father's footsteps. Alex' main job was the scavenge tech and supplies, as well as hunt animals, and sell the excess he didn't need to stories, towns, and other scavengers. Alex kept his woman-raping secret, but rumors of a 'Spear' that will take any woman unfortunate enough to walk into it's path still persist. Alex keeps his main base of operations in an isolated area, where he can take women and his haul to enjoy both in private. The Legend of the 'Spear' is 1 part pride of Alex, and 1 part excitement, it has served to drive adventurous women to his path. Alex kills all the women he keeps after he gets bored with them.


C.Name- Alicia Jones
Age- 23
Appearance- 5'7", Blond Hair, Athletic Form, C breasts, Tan Skin, Brown Eyes. Non-Combat: Mercinary Grunt outfit. Combat: Brotherhood power armor.
Occupation- BoS Knight
Talent/Skill-Scouting
Weapon/s of Choice-Laser Rifle, 10 mm pistol
Bio- Alicia Jones was recruited like any other wastelander to join the brotherhood, and showed skill in scouting areas, so she made it into the ranks of the brotherhood. Alicia is a very 'green' knight, and probobly 'Knighted' too early. Alicia has learned of the legend of the 'Spear', and decided to scout the area it's reported to be in, wanting to make sure that the area is safe for brotherhood knights and paladins.
 
Razgriz said:
(Alright, this profile's going to get a bit nerdy, so I apologize in advance)


((Don't stress bro, I'll actually use your template because I'm just as nerdy as you. ;)))

Character Name: Salem Redding

Appearance: Beneath mask His body is muscular but seemingly gaunt do to malnutrition.

Apparel: A Pip-boy, regulator coat and peace-keeper armor, back pack and gas mask.

Race: Caucasian

Occupation: Regulator.

Hair color and style: shaggy, black. Scruffy facial hair.

Eye color: Brown

Height: 6'1"

Age: 25

Skills/Traits:
Fast Shot- His abilities with shooting and thrown weapons are unparalleled. Salem is known to pump out a single clip in the time it takes the average person to reload.
Effects- Allows him to fire and reload weapons much quicker than any of his opponents, giving him the opertunity to fire at multiple targets when others can only target one.

Quick Draw- He's the fastest draw in the west and now that Salem is in the capital wastes, he's prepared to challange any who dare take is title.
Effects- Can have a weapon cocked and ready before most others.

Kamakazi- Salem is known for his wreckless disregard for life and limb, willing to throw himslef into the fray first tosave even one life more.
Effects- Salem is quick on his feet and can move faster than most other humans, however, when he's not wearing his armor he is extremely vulnerable.

Mr. Fixit- Salem does not usually does not leave his home in megaton when he spends time off. He is notorious for repairing his own weapons and supplies or makes his own, meaning he is quite wealthy in the caps department, when he doesn't need to restock on ammo naturally.
Effect- Salem is a shut in but an expert mechanic who can repair weapons on the fly and solve puzzles with ease.

Quick Learner- Being on his own for 11 years, Salem has learned to think quickly on his feet and learn form every one and every thing he encounters.
Effects- Salem has a strong memory and can absorb knowlege with ease and use it elsewhere.

Educated- Salem's father was a doctor in his Vault's clinic, meaning he learned science and medical skills at a very young age, making him as much of a nerd as he is an athelete.
Effects- Salem can recall specific medical skills, scientific and technology knowlege if the situation calls for it.


SPECIAL:
Strength: 6
Perception: 10
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 5
Intelligence:8
Agility: 8
Luck: 8

Carry Weight:175

Weapons of Choice: Infiltraitor Assault Riffle, .44 Magnum, Combat knives, Combat Shotgun, Lazer Riffle.

Bio:
Most would not think it so, but Salem Redding is a Vault Boy. Most think that because of his skill and abilities he's a wastelander but he was quite the opposite. His father owned a clinic in Vault 29, where Salem spent most of his Teenage years. Some might say he had was born with the silver spoonof the apocolypes in his mouth. He had a loving, wholesome family in a peaceful vault. It was only after a horrible mistake that cracked the vault door and let in a horde of ravenous ghouls that forced Salem and his fellow vault dwellers out from their sanctum. Few survived, only 15 year old Salem and a few remnants from the vault survived, and once the pure bloods of the vault were exposed to the harsh Nevada wastes, it wasn't long before only Salem remained.

For 3 long years he wandered the wastes going from settlement to settlement trying to find a suitable home. Orphaned and jaded, Salem waited death in the cold waists. However he was discovered by a wandering Regulator who took him in and trained him. The regulators were a dying thing in the west, with the Talon Company upstaging them with brutality and a near-criminal crime-solving manifesto.

Several years after serving as apprentice to the Regulators, his mentor was executed by the now renegade Talon Company. With an oath of solice and vengence, Salem swore to see the destruction of the Talon Company or die in the process. Salem, single handedly annihilated all of the Talon Company barracks on the west coast gaining a deadly reputation in the west. Salem has since been methodocily moving east to the chief location of the Talon Mercenaries... the Captial Wastes.
 
RE: Apocalypse Survival Story(Humans)

C.Name- Grant
Age- 19
Appearance- Brown hair stands out against his somewhat sandy-colored skin. His blue eyes have a shocking electricity about him. He's compact, standing at 5` 7~, a lithe build, and some rusty yet sturdy looking armor.
Occupation- Anything that will keep him alive for another day.
Talent/Skill- Although he's small, he's quick. His two strongest skills are CQB and Stealth. He also is a friend of the animals, and uses them not only to live, but to help defend himself against the occasional gunman. He also has an obsession with fire.
Weapon/s of Choice- Spiked Knuckles, Chineese officer's sword, and a Scoped .44 magnum.
Bio- Grant is a wastelander by birth, yet his upbringing is not one he is proud of. His parents sold him to slavers for a few caps, and there he stayed for the next 5 years of his life. Eventually, he got out, torching the place and everyone in it. After that, he went out into the Waste Capital, where he ran into a Caravan. Up until a year ago, he had stayed with them, learning all he could about how to survive. After his last lesson, a large group of Raiders had attacked, slaughtering everyone. Grant did the only thing he could. He ran. It was after that that he learned how to use the radiation mutated animals to his advantage.
 
Name-Clover

Age-24

Appearance-http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk40/patraw/ScreenShot3.jpg

Occupation-brotherhood sentinel

Talent/Skill

Black ops- trained to kill with any means as quickly as possible with a weapon or not aims for vital areas

Brother hood Sentinel- you know your way around the wasteland

Dead Eye- you are the winner of the marksmen compaction 5 years running

Half Ghoul - your mother half way change into ghoul when she was pregnant the rads had effected you DNA your body heals faster when irradiated

Ghoul Sight -you perfur the dark just like a ghoul

Alertness -you tend to know whats going on around you

Disciplined - Being in the brother hood had taught you a lot you are always ready

Battle Scars- You had been hardened over the years you tend to ignore most pain

Genetic Adaptation rads don't effect you as much takes more for you to get rad sickness
and you loss small amounts over time

Ghoul Gin -feral ghouls see you as one of them

Ex slave you know the meaning of hard work so you do the job right

Weapon/s of Choice- Lever action rifle - 10mm pistol - bare-hands

Bio-Clover was born in a slave pit much like the The Pitt working in the most dangerous area of the pit never had much of a child hood working like a dog every day tell the brother hood had came and liberated the Pit of slavers the brother hood had taken all of the children and killed all of the ghastly mutated ones and put the rest into training after a few year became a sentinel and was sent on a mission to observe the primitives in the waste land to look for skilled waste landers to be recruited to bolster the brother hoods numbers
 
C.Name- Marcus Phoenix
Age- 25
Appearance- Black hair, blue eyes, The Road Warrior clothing
Occupation- Scavenger
Talent/Skill- Master Swordsman, has contacts
Weapon/s of Choice- Katana, Throwing knives,Hunting Rifle, Pistol
Bio- Marcus is a typical everydude (as typical as one can get in the wastes anyway); he has no real ambition beyond the next pay.
 
C.Name- Jackson North
Age-20
Appearance- Jackson
Occupation- Travels the wasteland, working any job he can find, no matter who provides the job. Usually makes his money selling stuff he finds from the raiders he kills on the roads.
Talent/Skill- Knows no fear. Skilled with many different weapons. Due to helping them in the past, he has connections with ghouls and one or two super mutants.
Weapon of choice- Has an assortment of weapons he uses, but prefers the shotgun to make a mess.
Bio- Never knew his real parents, since they were killed by raiders. He was raised by a lone wanderer, traveling the wasteland for work. He went around the capital wasteland working for anyone, and avoiding the enclave. Had a few run-ins with the brotherhood of steel, in which he gladly helped out. After he died from radiation poisoning, Jackson followed in his guardian's footsteps, doing the same thing. Traveling the wasteland, he even took a trip to Point Lookout at one point, but came back to the Capital Wasteland, finding that it suited him better.
 
C.Name- Captain Buster Wilhite
Age- 32
Appearance- Standing at 5'11, Buster has a slight tone to his build which is covered in scars and lacerations. A very noticeable scar is one that goes over his right eye and down to his chin, he is however, in as prime physical condition as one can possibly in the wastelands. He weights 199 pounds, with black, buzz cut-style hair, and sharp, piercing blue eyes that jokingly are visible at night.
Occupation- The leader of a rather small yet welled armed band of men and women 27 strong. The group is known as 'The Stalkers.' The group is a freelance mercenary group that currently resides in Super-Duper Mart.
Talent/Skill- A man of few words, one of his 'talents' are that when he speaks, people tend to listen. He normally speaks wisdom from his many years of wondering the wastes as a traveler, a wastelander, and now a mercenary. With this, its helped him to be keen with a rifle, a pistol, and a knife. He normally chooses the two later to the rifle, as he enjoys being close to his enemies, but is able to dismantle, repair, and rebuild the entire rifle and is a trained marksman with it.
Weapon/s of Choice- His weapon of choice are two .45 Auto Pistol that have been modified with shiny, nickle-plated frames and pearl ivory hand grips. He also carries a U.S. 1918 Trench Knife, and a Hunting Rifle that has been modified with a lower internal magazine (3 rounds), studier frame and has a 12x zoom scope.
Bio- Now, not everybody in a hot-shot mercenary group started out guns blazing in the warm glow of the wastes. In fact, the leader began life as a mangy orphan roaming the streets of Des Moines in the Kingdom of Greater Iowa, whose ghoul-king known as Eddie had united much of the former state under his rule, but was suffering from an organized mutant presence in the north and southwest and a revitalized Enclave holding in the southeast. He also had the Brotherhood of Steel's Midwest Chapter being a thorn in his side, but an ally against both the mutants and Enclave.

Life in the KoGI's capital city was hard. With over a population of 75,000, food and water were hard to come by, and medical treatment was almost unheard of. Buster grew up in these streets, learning to fight for what he wanted, and learned to talk his way out of the fights he couldn't win. He began to work as a thug for money and began to have people come with him in order to help his odds and also helping to distribute the money he had made. They began to organize into a full-blown mercenary group with its own headquarters, an armory, and even a doctor.

This caught the attention of the Kingdom of Greater Iowa's military and they were offered a massive contract to help support their most recent efforts to remove the mutants. He agreed and the small task force nearly 150 strong moved down to help their armed forces. Initially, they meet little resistance, mutant settlement after settlement crashed and burned as the mercenaries blew though them, however, when the mutants counter-attacked, nearly 80% of the of the group was lost and it withdrew to the rear This angered Buster greatly. They'd been thrown into the battle to die and waste away like nothing. He'd seen that the KoGI saw them as meat bags with little value and he wanted away from all of it.

He left the KoGI at the age of 24 and began to travel the wastes. He and his small band of troops roamed from the lush forests of the Zion Valley, past the great cities in the NCR, and eventually found its way into the Capital Wasteland. They have just now only began to settle in, however, they have brought with them the knowledge they had obtained during their travels has paid off as they have begun fortifying the store and the grounds around it, have begun scouting the local area for food and contracts.

They are organized in pre-war military fashion:

1st Squad
-Leader
-Rifleman
-Rifleman
-Squad Support
-Rifleman

2nd Squad
-Leader
-Rifleman
-Rifleman
-Anti-Emplacement
-Rifleman

3rd Squad
-Leader
-Rifleman
-Rifleman
-Rifleman
-Rifleman

4th Squad
-Leader
-Sniper
-Spotter
-Sniper
-Spotter

5th Support Squad
-Rest of group and 4 Pack Brahmin

Riflemen in the group get a Battle Rifle and a Trench Knife.
Leaders get a pick of Hunting Shotguns, Battle Rifles, or 9mm Submachine Guns and are issued a .45 Auto Pistol and a Trench Knife.
Squad Support get a Light Machine Gun and a .45 Auto Pistol. Anti-Emplacement are the same but have a Missile Launcher instead of LMG.
Snipers get a Hunting Rifle modified with a Varmint Rifle's Night Scope.
Spotters get an Assault Rifle, a pair of binoculars, and a Trench Knife.

All squads are issued Combat Armor sprayed in a dark blue with yellow ranks.

There is an assortment of guns and weapons for the 7 others to use if needed too.
 
C.Name- Azazel "Reaper" Hawthorne
Age- 28
Appearance- Click For Orgasms
Occupation- Courier/Gun For Hire/Scavenger
Talent/Skill- A talented shot, and quick runner he has all the necessities to kill when necessary. Shoot, kill, and get the fuck out. It was all too simple in words, but performing the task under hails of gunfire, and the simple pressures events might cause you, it all becomes more and more difficult due to the environments. When handed a gun, after learnig the abilities, recoil, and the like he becomes a nice shot, however up close and personal things are a tad more difficult. Adapting to such a problem, he became fast...incredibly fast.
Weapon/s of Choice- Carrying two .45 usp's, stolen from an abandoned police station. After much polishing and modifying, the gun has little to know flash due to the makeshift suppressor, and holds an extra five bullets in the clip. His weapons of preference obviously, however when he needs to get in the knit and grit he has a kabar knife strapped to his thig. A modified L96A1 rested on his back, changed so it was able to be folded up and closed, at a simple tugging release, much similar to that of an FNG.
Bio- Ever since he was born he had been a lone wolf of sorts, there was no one he could rely on except himself. Paranoia was a big development in his trust issues with others, the chances of getting back stabbed and betrayed were too high. Born in a small family of a meager amount of peope, his mother died from radiation poisoning leaving him with his father for more than half his life. The thing is, his fated was the courier. A well respected, and reveared man. With the ability to kill someone off without a second thought if the situation calls for it, this cold hearted nature was not genetic, even with his paranoia.

When his father died he took over the courier business. Taking up his abilities to shoot he realized, he was quite the dead eye. Becoming well-known in the land even as the raiders and brotherhood desecrated the land. Being a neutral person he isn't truly with any single group, or persons, simply the one who has the best money for the job he will work for. As time unfolds, his paranoia becomes more obvious with his still complete inability to trust in another person.
 
Name: Iris Aplomb

Appearance
Body Type: Lean/Athletic, Tomboyish in appearance
Apparel: Leather Armor, small black backpack, tinted goggles, axe strapped on back w/ hunting rifle in a sling, pistol in holster
Race: Human, Caucasian
Hair color and style: Dark blue-black, pulled back in a messy ponytail
Eye color: Mossy Green
Height: 5' 4"
Age: 22

Occupation

Hunter/Scavenger

Skills/Traits
Strength: 8
Perception: 8
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 7
Luck: 2
Night Person, Rad Resistance, Entomologist, Gunslinger

Weapons of Choice
Axe, Hunting Rifle, Sawed Off Shotgun, Combat Knife

Bio
Iris grew up in a small farming town with her 2 brothers, Jacob and Stuart, and her mother. She and her family would take care of the meager crops and brahmin on the farm. One day she went to the next town over to deal with the merchants that would stop there. When she came home, it was to discover that her home had been attacked by fire ants and her whole town was in flames. She never found the bodies of her brothers and her mother, so she hopes that they escaped and didn't get eaten alive, but there's no way to tell. Since that day, she's been hunting giant insects, killing them and sells their meat for profit.
 
C.Name- Nathan Stone
Age- 19
Appearance- Armor His appearance is my current avatar.
Occupation- Tinkerer, Repairman, Trader
Talent/Skill- A decent marksman with only a sniper rifle and some pistols, very good when it comes to repairs, decent with computers
Weapon/s of Choice- 'Finger of God' Sniper Rifle, 10mm Pistol, baseball bat
Bio- An ex-raider from The Pitt who eventually grew sick of torturing the slaves. In his travels in the capital wasteland, he found it a far step down compared to the Pitt and he decided it was enjoyable...That was until he experienced the super mutant menace. They were far stronger than anything he had fought in the Pitt and then the presence of the Enclave and their energy weapons had almost killed him. While he was roaming the wastes, he came upon an old robot that seemed to have been abandoned by the Brotherhood of Steel, given their insignia were on his shoulder plates like the rest of the Brotherhood Power Armor was like. After repairing it, the unit would have came online and announced that he was his new master since his previous master died in the battle that destroyed him. Ever since then, Nathan and JTX01, or JT as he calls him roam the wastes as barterers and guns for hire, should the need come to higher an ex raider and an old BoS robot.

C.Name- JTX01 'JT'
Age- Unknown
Appearance- JT
Occupation- Bodyguard, Pack Mule
Talent/Skill- Excellent Tank of Damage, unaffected by radiation, repairable given necessary parts are present
Weapon/s of Choice- Sword and Shield
Bio- JT was first discovered by the brotherhood in 2182 in an old facility that is long destroyed by the Enclave. It is unknown who created JT and for what purpose as it would seem that they did not program him, though his body was created to be stronger than that of Power Armor. After some programing, JT was made to follower the person who would repair him after the last owner would die in battle. This function was due to the fact that it was believed that if JT fell in battle, then it would be that the owner would fall as well given the amount of firepower that would need to take him down.

After an encounter with the enclave, a vertibird squadron mass bombed the facility that JT was defending alongside other brotherhood soldiers and he was left in the wreckage and eventually was destroyed until a new wanderer named Nathan Stone appeared and repaired him many years later. His programming would make Nathan the new master to JT and would now serve as his personal bodyguard and pack mule until Nathan dies. Ever since his first destruction and the decay over time in the wasteland, his armor has severely deteriorated compared to how it was before and now it is barely even as good when compared to low-grade power armor.
 
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