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Fallout: The Post Apocalyptic Roleplay

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"War. War never changes"


  • The Romans waged war to gain slaves and wealth, Spain built an empire on it's lust for gold, Hitler forged a battered Germany into an economic superpower... But war never changes.

    In the twenty first century, War was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also it's weapons, petroleum and uranium. For these reasons, China would invade Alaska, The U.S would Annex Canada, and the UN would disintegrate into a gaggle of bickering nation-states bent on controlling all the remaining resources available.

    In the year 2077 the storm of world war had come again, in two brief hours, the wold was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear destruction, a new civilization would struggle to arise. This is the world we all live in now.

    Now, many years after the threat of the Enclave was removed from the Capitol Wasteland an new story is about to unfold. Along the Eastern coast of what was the United States of America, New York City was one of the most modern and advanced of all cities, before the War, it was a spectacle, a place where countless people lived their lives. During the war, Plague and rampant crime lead to the city being sealed off from the rest of the nation, isolated from the rest of the world from a giant wall... When the bombs fell all exits of the city were buried, Now, hundred of years after the bombs fell, the city has been reopened... Scavengers travel from all over the wastelands, wanting a chance to strike it rich in the ancient city, full of ancient technology often more advanced than anywhere else just waiting to be taken. Of course the city is full of danger, mutant degenerates, toxic water, dangerous unstable buildings and labyrinthine streets capable of confusing all but the most advanced explorer.
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    Welcome to the world of FALLOUT.

    (Yes, same story as the OOC thread. I got lazy... deal with it. Mah post comes next. )

    OOC

    Profiles
 
Lucien Lacroix

A~K~A

The Gray Fox


It was fairly early in the morning, the sun had just begun it's trip across the sky and all the nocturnal predators and the raiders of the nearby camps had turned in for the day. The sun was on the rise, and the air had begun to warm to the normal wasteland heat. The small town was out of the shadow of the great walls surrounding the big apple, the center of population with settlements such as Blackwall and Neargate... and of course the city that sprung out of that Vault, a place best avoided. This town had been renamed "Haven" It's new occupants had no idea what it originally had been called, save for a sign with the letter "H" on it.

In the ruins of one of the homes near the edge of the town a single glowing light could seen in the shadows, the ember of a lit cigarette glowing in the retreating shadow, the smoker seemingly not caring about the fact that the ember from the lit end of his cigarette could be seen by nearly anybody smart enough to realize what it was. The light was a beacon to some, and the relaxed stance of the man holding the object said very clearly he was not worried about things that would normally be a threat to typical wastelander.

The man taking puffs from the cig was in every way formidable. He was clad in full combat armor, spraypainted black with a canine pawprint in white on his breast, an assault rifle strapped across his back and a SMG at his hip, even in the dim light, the handle of the sword lovingly fastened to a strap across his back stood out, crossed with the rifle across his back, the steel reflecting a little light from the rising sun. Lucien stood leaning against one of the standing walls of what used to be a middle class suburban home, he was waiting for something clearly, his cigarette hanging from the corner of frowning lips, hair still in disarray from Hawk's rude awakening in the morning. If Lucien had his way, he would still be in his new hiding spot. Lucien suspected that Jeeves had sold him out of this one, and made a mental note to confront the Robot about that later.

The recruits had been informed to show up at this spot today through holotape, potential joiners to his mercenary group would be arriving at any moment, of course they would have to be tested, before Lucien put any trust in them at all, lest one of them slits all their throats at night... the proving grounds would sort that out. The first test was finding this place, it was far enough by foot that any idiot couldn't make it out here without an escort... unless of course they traveled in a group. Lucien was waiting to greet his new recruits, in a way he was excited, a full team meant that the group would be able to depart on more missions once the testing phase was over and he trusted them enough to show them The Hole. Lucien had sought skilled individuals, offering the invitations to them in various ways, informing them that this would be the place where they would gather to join Lucien's crew.

Lucien departed from the wall, dropping the stump of his his cigarette to the ground and stepping on it to put it out. The new arrivals would be arriving any minute now if he had done a good job, and he always did. Once the new arrivals began to arrive from wherever they were from, most likely the nearby town of Blackwall in the direction the man was facing. Lucien withdrew and lit another cigarette, taking a deep drag from it before leaving the shadow of the house. "Alright, let's get this started"


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