James Galloway, James was struck with an impenetrable boredom, he occasionally texted some of his friends, but it was not enough to subside his wanting for the nightlife. His mind stretches to the clubs & bars, the women, he craves attention. Taking his leave, James emails his secretary to lock up & what not then takes himself to the elevator where he pushes the steel button marked with 'Ground Level', it lights up in neon blue at his touch. James steps back a little & rests on the hand rail placed in the casual glass elevator. Looking down below him, James watches the elevator descend down the levels, he notices several cubical's, offices, etc, it was all very modern & business like. The elevator speeds quickly to the ground level, upon the doors opening, James quickly steps out. Yawning, James waves goodbye to the woman sitting behind the modern wood entry desk. She smiles. -"Goodnight Mr. Galloway." She says. -"Goodnight." James responds. Exiting the building & entering the fresh warm night, James gets a sudden sense of happiness & joy. It was cozy, the atmosphere of the city. Palm trees lined the small road islands & cars bustled on the road. Lining the sidewalks, average people go about their night, enjoying the many luxuries that Extraordinaire provided. The upscale bars that lined the streets were filled with customers, the clubs had lines of people trying to gain entry. It was a colorful mix of people, people from all around the world, different faces, personalities. All had their own experiences, feelings, etc.
James begins to advance towards 'Reverse Mix' one of the more popular bars in Extraordinaire. Reverse was well known for their self-brewed beer. The hops were just right, it was a good taste & made most feel warm & happy. Their beer was respectfully named "The Reverse Special", & James was craving it. Pressing the crossing button, James waits for the little stick figure guy to appear on the monitor across the street. He watched as cars passed on by, Mustangs, Priuses, Civics, & other cars, even a PT Cruiser. When the figure appears on the monitor, James crosses the street with the rest of the waiting people who were slightly surprised by James presence. Once James reaches the other side, he makes his way to Reverse, where he can see a line of people anxiously waiting to get a taste of alcohol.
((Eh, I'm just gonna go ahead & make my post.)) James Galloway, August, 3, 2015, Galloway Towers, 8:30 P.M.,
Extraordinaire, the urban city bustling with fascinating people & mostly large companies filled with secretive businessmen & women looking forward to their next paycheck. Among these men & women stands an intimidating figure, his name is James Galloway, one of the richest man in the world. His name is feared by several companies & his presence was often shocking. Though people considered him to be a snob, men & women flaunted over him. Whenever he went to a bar, people would crowd him, annoy him, etc. He was considered the modern day business celebrity, similar to Bill Gates. The skyscrapers that rise high into the star covered air are mere playsets compared to Galloway Towers which was ranked one of the tallest towers in the world. The tower was modest, but somehow interesting. It spiraled up into the sky, looking like a glass covered screw. The words 'Galloway' were printed boldly onto the tower in bright neon blue, & something about the lighting made the glass sparkle. It was a unique skyscraper, & considered the prettiest, especially at night. It fitted well, resting in a large road crossing, similar to Times Square, & in the background, large snow caped green mountains rose high into the air, making the view absolutely gorgeous.
Sitting in a white leather swivel chair, James took in the view of his kingdom, smoking a cigarette & drinking whiskey from an expensive glass. James dawned a rather plain dress suit, black dress jacket & pants with a grey button up, the top four buttons undone & a tie missing from the expensive apparel. A woman enters the room, her name was Trisha, Stephanie, whatever, James often forgot the names of his assistants. They practically all looked the same to him, dolled up, wearing a short skin tight skirt & dress jacket, & a plain colored t-shirt, low enough to expose some cleavage. It was an enjoyable sight, but it bored James. He liked class in a woman, & preferred the more natural look, barely any makeup. He favored brunettes over blondes, but he'd been know to have dated a few blondes throughout his early twenties.
The woman clears her throat, trying to be professional, even though her blushing is evident & her nervous sweating can be noticed on close inspection. James swivels around in his leather chair, looking sternly up at Trisha, Stephanie, whatever. -"Yes?" James asks, slight annoyance distinguishable in his voice. -"Um...Mr. Galloway, you've got that scheduled conference at eight-thirty, I just- um wanted to inform you it's eight- Trisha or Stephanie checks her tiny silver wristwatch- eight thirty-six." She responds with a nervous tone.
The nervousness was from the intimidation that James often put off, it wasn't the first time; one of his employees had a nervous break mid-argument with James. However, it had become an annoyance to James, why couldn't he talk to one person without them getting flustered or aroused.
-"Oh...Well can you please reschedule the conference to tommorow at five-twenty?" James asks with slight surprise.
The meeting or conference was of minor importance, but James had been wanting to hold it for some time now. The man he tried to strike a deal with was stubborn, but James had him in the palm of his hands like putty. All it would take is some convincing & an offer he couldn't refuse. James takes a drink from his whiskey, savoring the strong & bitter flavor, he preferred whiskey for this very reason. It was similar to his preference of black coffee. His eyes drift to...Mrs. Daniels, as it was clearly printed on the name tag on her jackets left breast. Looking up to the young intern who stood before him, he could notice her ashy blonde hair, soft green eyes, thin yet thick lips, the freckles. She was truly stunning, not so different from Mrs. Hampton on the tenth floor. She perks her lips & looks to James with a perplexed expression.
-"Mr. Galloway, you already have a scheduled conference with Mr. Tanner at five-twenty." Mrs. Daniels says with her soft & somewhat soothing voice.
-"Well then reschedule that conference." James responds, taking a smoke from his cigarette, inhaling the smoke & feeling that burning tingle in his throat.
Mrs. Daniels stares to the cigarette then back to James.
-"Will do sir." She responds, before clumsily exiting the room.
-"Thank you Mrs. Daniels." James responds warmly.
Mrs. Daniels turns to James, she's blushing, redder than before, she lets out an unexpected "giggle" before returning to her professional demeanor.
-"Please, call me Stephanie." Stephanie responds with a smile. Nailed it. James thinks in response to finding out that her name was Stephanie.
James watches as Stephanie exits his office, his eyes on her magnificent ass.
Civilization blossoms in the the distance of the expansive & bustling city known as 'Extraordinaire'. Sex, crime, & wealth flourishes in this city. Businessmen, politicians, actors, doctors, the city has it all, the best in all of the world. It's equivalence is significant to the vast expanses of New York, Paris, & London. Nothing has been this classic with galore & nostalgia than this city. The many faces that roam this city are either harmless or dangerous. & in this city, it's recommended to be dangerous. Power, control, & wealth are what several strive to achieve in this city, but only a few can make it to the top. You can either rule this city or you can fall off the map.
Rules:
No Power Gaming.
No Meta Gaming.
No God Modding.
No one line IG sentences, three at the max.
Language is allowed.
Romances are allowed.
Violence is allowed.
Please incorporate the word 'City' in your app to prove that you've read these rules & agree to abide by them.
Alcohol/Drugs/Etc. references or usage is allowed.
Controlling NPC's is allowed, controlling another players without permission is not allowed.
Pop culture/Political/Etc. references are allowed.
Failure to follow these rules three times will result in the player being removed from the RP.
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-James maintains a clean cut & pampered appearance, though paying little mind to pretty much any flaw. He stands at an intimidating 6'0 ft tall & weighs 184 Ibs. He has a slim & somewhat muscular build. In the facial region, he has intense pale blue eyes, long & wavy dark brown hair, & a stubble.
Clothing-To keep up with his wealthy appearance, James often dawns a slim & sharp dress suit with dress shoes & a silver Rolex watch. His favorite suit is typically a slim black dress suit with a plain white button up & a blue tie. Most of his suits looks expensive & when James decides to be casual, he either wears jeans, converses, & a plain colored V-neck or Khakis, boat shoes, & a polo.
Personality(Characteristics)-James embodies the rich boy, pampered personality, though he retains a cynical outlook on things. Combine this with his sarcastic humor, & well you get a colorful character. He is somewhat of a snob, though most people will agree that he has a right to be. Growing up a relatively rough life, James is condescending, confident, but intelligent. He is cunning, resourceful, charismatic, & is considered a 'womanizer' by most. James likes power & control & is intimidating to many.
Wealthy/Impoverished-Wealthy(Billionaire, Millionaires are so last year.)
Biography-James grew up to a wealthy yet broken family. His father was by no means caring of James at all, being more of a babysitter than a respectable father figure, meaning that James had to rely on his mother, who was more than supportive of the things James did. James attended several Private schools growing up, getting the best education that he could. He participated in several sports such as Soccer, Baseball, & in Highschool, Lacrosse & Track. Even at an early age, James was known for his stubborn confidence, he often got into fights but later learned to shelve his attitude. James graduated with an above average SAT score & this benefited him later on. Breezing through college with his Scholarship, James once again only attended the best of schools, the college he attended was of course Harvard where he studied Business & Politics. Eventually it got to a point where James had to choose between becoming a Congressman or a successful business man. James chose the business career & partnered up with his childhood friend Daniel Osborne. The two forged a company from the ground up, James refusing to have any starting money besides the money he earned. Within three years, Galloway Enterprises had earned millions posing a successful business idea. Eventually, Galloway Enterprises became a global business, later upping the multimillionaire company to a billionaire company.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-Samsung Galaxy S7, Credit Card
Location-Galloway Towers
Other-City
Side notes:
This RP is set in 2015
The location of the city is in either the U.S. or Europe, I will not disclose the exact location because I don't want anyone to feel left out, lets say someone from France doesn't know what the U.S. is like, stuff like that is the reason I want to encourage cultural influences into the RP, get a blend of things.
This is not a server.
This RP will be set up in Seasons, each Season will end at the closing of a month.
Seasons:
Season 1: Hired Hands- In Progress
Ending Note:
The sole purpose of this RP is to have fun, enjoy a second life through writing. If there are any questions or concerns, please direct them to me or a moderator. I truly hope that your experiences on this RP are good & not clouded with arguments. On that note, have fun, indulge, etc.
James,
Times Square, or as it was commonly referred to as 'The Square' was a major trade hub, having thousands of caravans pass on through every week. There was limitless supplies, it was similar to the Old World New York, despite Times Square being a large crossing section. The scrap metal fencing & constant guard patrols kept the Supermutants & Raiders out. The system for getting in was complicated. You needed identification, a certain amount of bottlecaps, & common decency. All in all, The Square was fairly safe.
Reaching the top of the roof, James looks over the ledge, down to the escape. He can hear the fire escape creak slightly, now looking down, James can see how it bent & broke off towards the base. Paying little care for the destruction of the fire escape, James takes his leave & advances across the rooftop to the general vicinity of The Square.
Charles, The walk to the monument was short lived, Charles got bored halfway to the monument & decided to just go take a nap somewhere near the metro system. He had little care for any danger that might find him. He had practically nothing to live for & decided to just do whatever the hell he wanted to. Taking the makeshift pillow he stored in his bag & using his duster as a blanket, Charles lays down on a bench just outside of the metro system near the museum.
Charles, The day had slipped away, nothing more than a few hours. Charles just sat outside the Museum, smoking. It was tremendously boring, but Charles found slight interest in watching the Caravans pass by. Taking his leave after several hours of boredom, Charles decides to do something that was considered suicidal by most. Readying his hunting rife, Charles leaves the front of the museum & heads out to the mall, he makes his way towards the Lincoln monument, where he hoped to find some refuge for the time being. Charles kept on the lookout for stray landmines in case any were still left from over eight years. The trenches that used to hold supermutants were filled in with soil, making the ground lumpy & hard to walk on, but still, Charles continued onward, towards the monument.
Mason, Hunter, Helen, & Bree, Bree looks back to Hunter who looks to Mason. Mason stands confused. -"What'd you mean it's not safe, they've got protection, guns, food. Seems perfectly safe to me." Mason responds. -"No...It's an illusion put off by The General. He's hiding secrets, he crucifies people." Bree says with passion. Hunter looks sternly to Helen who is also confused. -"How'd you know? You haven't even lived in Vegas." Mason responds to Bree. -"Hunter showed me, he told me about the crucifixions. Now since you guys came, they crucify people at night, somewhere around two in the morning. They still do it!" Bree fights back. Mason looks on to Helen who shrugs. -"How can you trust this man? He's the guy who kidnapped you." Helen asks. -"Yeah, but he protects me, he's apologized for kidnapping me, but he's keeping me away from Vegas to keep me safe from The General." She responds, almost confusingly. Helen again looks to Mason.
-"Look, Bree, please just come back with us. It's safe, I promise." Mason responds.
Charles, Washington D.C., Megaton Clinic, Two Weeks Earlier, -"Comeon Doc, just one more Med-X." -"No, one's enough, you're going to overdose if you have two." The Doc responds with a sternness. -"No I won't, please Doc, I'm still in pain." Said Charles. -"You're lucky I even gave you a shot, junky, now get out." The Doc Responds. -"F*ck you man." Charles says, exiting the clinic.
Making his way towards Moriarty's saloon, Charles thinks over the drugs. It had been at least a week or so since he last had a shot of Med-X. He was craving the rush, he needed the drugs to keep his mind off of the "bad" stuff that he didn't want to think about. Advancing up the steep scrap metal stairs, Charles reflects on his life again, the outlook. He consistently tried to hide his emotions & feelings, but they would still find their way to him. He thinks back to his childhood, to his mother, she was a slave, like him. She had a kind face, she was loving, but she was a broken soul. 'They' took her, sold her to some group. That was the last Charles saw of her, then Kevin Newbury came into his life, gave him his first bottlecap, Charles remembers spending that bottlecap on some Nuka-Cola from David.
Remembering his current position, Charles comes into focus, he is sitting on the ground, a faint moisture drifts from his eyes. A woman approaches him, she was pretty, young, red-headed too. She crouches beside him.
-"Sir, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" She asks him.
Charles is at first confused, she must've noticed him crying, or was she that dim witted. But Charles decides to go along with the common polite routine.
-"Y-yes, I'm fine. Just a little...tired."
-"Ah, well, if you're feeling tired, you should buy a room from Moriarty, he may not be the kindest man, & his beer might taste like sh*t, but he's pretty much the only guy here who can actually maintain a business." She responds.
Charles nods.
-"Yeah, well I just spent the last of my caps." He responds dimly.
-"Oh well, sorry then." The woman responds, standing from her crouch & walking off.
In his head, Charles automatically hated her. She was probably some stuck up b*tch. Standing up now, Charles decides to head towards the mall, hopefully someone will take him in there. Present Day... The journey was long & tested Charles abilities. He had made his way through the streets that were densely crowded with large mounds of rubble. On the way, Charles had collected several items of value, he was hoping to trade them with a vendor sometime soon. Charles stands outside of the Museum of History, smoking a cigarette to pass the time. It was cold today, colder than usual, perhaps the seasons were returning to the wastes. Wrapping himself with the Regulator duster he dawned, Charles conserved his body heat to stay warm. In the distance, Charles listened in to the conversations of passing Brotherhood of Steel initiates. They talked about the decline in Supermutant activity. Charles paid little mind to Supermutants, sure they were big & scary, but the dumber ones were typically easy to kill, however the smarter & bigger ones, those big boys/girls were a pain in the ass to kill. But it was still good to know that they were less active than they were eight years ago. A man stops in Charles path, he was dressed in a black suit with a black tie, he seemed clean cut, his hair brushed over, & no facial hair to be found. His appearance almost resembled the rich freaks down at Tenpenny Tower. -"Excuse me sir, but would you happen to know where the Museum of Technology is?" He asks with his suave voice. -"Yeah, but why would you want to go to a place like that? It's swarmed with Muties." Charles responds. -"Well, you see, I'm searching for an item that one of my associates lost while scavenging in that wretched place. Mutants won't be much of a problem for us, since we are well armed & trained." The man responds. Charles looks behind the man to see several armed men wearing combat armor. It looked funny to Charles seeing all these gruff & tough men in the background of the clean cut man. -"Alright then, well it's just two blocks down that way." Charles responds, pointing towards the Washington Monument.
-"Thank you, here, take this for your troubles." The man says, handing over five bottlecaps.
Whooptie doo, five bottlecaps, this could buy half of a bread roll. Charles watches as the man proceeds in the direction of the Museum. Charles laughs to himself as he looks down to the bottlecaps. Amongst the Nuka-Cola bottle caps, rested a Sunset Sarsaparilla cap. Charles frowns at the cap, he had never seen a bottlecap like this. It must've been a rip off. Among further inspection of the cap, Charles notices on the inside a blue background. Resting neatly in the center was a white star. Frowning again, Charles stares at the star for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the man.
Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant)-Human Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Charles stands at 6'0 ft tall, weighing 184 Ibs, & having a slim body frame, but somewhat muscular. Though Charles maintains a somewhat gruff yet clean cut appearance, his abuse of Jet & Med-X has taken it's toll. His senses are somewhat lowered, despite having a Perception of 6. His eyes are sometimes bloodshot & he is somewhat pale. Though he can put off his drug addict demeanor with his charming appearance, people typically know when he is high. All in all, he has long & wavy dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, a somewhat stubble which he grooms on occasions, sideburns, & slight wrinkles.
Clothing-He wears Pre-War clothing when in public, but has been known to wear his old Rivet City Guard uniform, excluding the helmet. However, he can be seen wearing Brotherhood of Steel Knight armor for reasons still unknown. Personality(Characteristics)-Charles is a broken man, having emotional problems that supersede his social balance. Though maintaining a calm & laid back demeanor, Charles is relatively secluded & quiet when alone. He has been known to be a "womanizer" & is somewhat perverted yet polite which often contradicts most of his personality, making him a confusing man. Despite his drug addiction, Charles is resourceful, intelligent, cunning, & determined.
Karma(Good, Neutral, Evil)-Neutral/He has been known to test this system on more than one occasion, doing somewhat "bad" acts, but overall, he is ruffly neutral. He has a strong moral balance & knows right from wrong. Biography-Charles was born as a slave in Paradise Falls. He grew up living a hard life & hated every slaver except for one. Kevin Newbury, a sympathetic slaver who cared for Charles. Though Kevin was later punished for the pampering he gave to Charles, he never regretted what he did for him. Kevin not only taught Charles how to read & write, but he encouraged him to excel, gave him a strong moral balance. When Charles was nineteen, a cannibalistic family purchased him from Paradise Falls & attempted to consume him. Though the fight between Charles & the family was short lived, the murder of three people greatly impacted Charles, making him darker & emotionally damaged. Having spent the majority of his life living as a slave, Charles on more than one occasion attempted to rid the Capital Wasteland of slavers, but this action was halted when Charles was mortally wounded & left to die in the wastes. After being saved by a Caravan, Charles was brought to Cantaberry Commons where he spent his twenties being a Caravan guard. After three years, Charles eventually left the Caravans & joined up for the Rivet City Guard. During his time as a guard, he came across Jet, an addictive drug, after arresting a man trying to smuggle a shipment of drugs on the ship. It was through this arrest that Charles succumbed to the temptation of Jet & became a drug addict. After being discovered by his co-worker, Charles was fired from his position & banned from Rivet City. Now Charles roams the waste, deperately searching for acceptance from anybody. It is rumored that Charles sometime in his life became a Brotherhood of Steel Knight, but these are just rumors.
Vault Dweller(Yes/No)-No
Faction(Optional)-Caravan Guard(Previously)/Rivet City Guard(Fired)/Regulators(Occasional)/Brotherhood of Steel(Possibly, still Unknown)
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.(You have 44 Points, Special stands for Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, Luck, max points in one skill set is ten)-S:6,P:6,E:6,C:6,I:10,A:5,L:6
City/Location-Washington D.C., The Mall Inventory(11 Items or Less)-Charles is equipped with the standard .99mm Pistol w/ ten rounds of ammo, besides the pistol, he arms himself with a .44 Revolver w/ five bullets, a hunting rifle w/ fifteen rounds, three Food Rations, One bottle of purified water, Jet, Med-X, & Stimpaks. Most of his gear is carried in a bag.
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James was struck with an impenetrable boredom, he occasionally texted some of his friends, but it was not enough to subside his wanting for the nightlife. His mind stretches to the clubs & bars, the women, he craves attention. Taking his leave, James emails his secretary to lock up & what not then takes himself to the elevator where he pushes the steel button marked with 'Ground Level', it lights up in neon blue at his touch. James steps back a little & rests on the hand rail placed in the casual glass elevator. Looking down below him, James watches the elevator descend down the levels, he notices several cubical's, offices, etc, it was all very modern & business like. The elevator speeds quickly to the ground level, upon the doors opening, James quickly steps out. Yawning, James waves goodbye to the woman sitting behind the modern wood entry desk. She smiles.
-"Goodnight Mr. Galloway." She says.
-"Goodnight." James responds.
Exiting the building & entering the fresh warm night, James gets a sudden sense of happiness & joy. It was cozy, the atmosphere of the city. Palm trees lined the small road islands & cars bustled on the road. Lining the sidewalks, average people go about their night, enjoying the many luxuries that Extraordinaire provided. The upscale bars that lined the streets were filled with customers, the clubs had lines of people trying to gain entry. It was a colorful mix of people, people from all around the world, different faces, personalities. All had their own experiences, feelings, etc.
James begins to advance towards 'Reverse Mix' one of the more popular bars in Extraordinaire. Reverse was well known for their self-brewed beer. The hops were just right, it was a good taste & made most feel warm & happy. Their beer was respectfully named "The Reverse Special", & James was craving it. Pressing the crossing button, James waits for the little stick figure guy to appear on the monitor across the street. He watched as cars passed on by, Mustangs, Priuses, Civics, & other cars, even a PT Cruiser. When the figure appears on the monitor, James crosses the street with the rest of the waiting people who were slightly surprised by James presence. Once James reaches the other side, he makes his way to Reverse, where he can see a line of people anxiously waiting to get a taste of alcohol.
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James Galloway,
August, 3, 2015,
Galloway Towers,
8:30 P.M.,
Extraordinaire, the urban city bustling with fascinating people & mostly large companies filled with secretive businessmen & women looking forward to their next paycheck. Among these men & women stands an intimidating figure, his name is James Galloway, one of the richest man in the world. His name is feared by several companies & his presence was often shocking. Though people considered him to be a snob, men & women flaunted over him. Whenever he went to a bar, people would crowd him, annoy him, etc. He was considered the modern day business celebrity, similar to Bill Gates. The skyscrapers that rise high into the star covered air are mere playsets compared to Galloway Towers which was ranked one of the tallest towers in the world. The tower was modest, but somehow interesting. It spiraled up into the sky, looking like a glass covered screw. The words 'Galloway' were printed boldly onto the tower in bright neon blue, & something about the lighting made the glass sparkle. It was a unique skyscraper, & considered the prettiest, especially at night. It fitted well, resting in a large road crossing, similar to Times Square, & in the background, large snow caped green mountains rose high into the air, making the view absolutely gorgeous.
Sitting in a white leather swivel chair, James took in the view of his kingdom, smoking a cigarette & drinking whiskey from an expensive glass. James dawned a rather plain dress suit, black dress jacket & pants with a grey button up, the top four buttons undone & a tie missing from the expensive apparel. A woman enters the room, her name was Trisha, Stephanie, whatever, James often forgot the names of his assistants. They practically all looked the same to him, dolled up, wearing a short skin tight skirt & dress jacket, & a plain colored t-shirt, low enough to expose some cleavage. It was an enjoyable sight, but it bored James. He liked class in a woman, & preferred the more natural look, barely any makeup. He favored brunettes over blondes, but he'd been know to have dated a few blondes throughout his early twenties.
The woman clears her throat, trying to be professional, even though her blushing is evident & her nervous sweating can be noticed on close inspection. James swivels around in his leather chair, looking sternly up at Trisha, Stephanie, whatever.
-"Yes?" James asks, slight annoyance distinguishable in his voice.
-"Um...Mr. Galloway, you've got that scheduled conference at eight-thirty, I just- um wanted to inform you it's eight- Trisha or Stephanie checks her tiny silver wristwatch- eight thirty-six." She responds with a nervous tone.
The nervousness was from the intimidation that James often put off, it wasn't the first time; one of his employees had a nervous break mid-argument with James. However, it had become an annoyance to James, why couldn't he talk to one person without them getting flustered or aroused.
-"Oh...Well can you please reschedule the conference to tommorow at five-twenty?" James asks with slight surprise.
The meeting or conference was of minor importance, but James had been wanting to hold it for some time now. The man he tried to strike a deal with was stubborn, but James had him in the palm of his hands like putty. All it would take is some convincing & an offer he couldn't refuse. James takes a drink from his whiskey, savoring the strong & bitter flavor, he preferred whiskey for this very reason. It was similar to his preference of black coffee. His eyes drift to...Mrs. Daniels, as it was clearly printed on the name tag on her jackets left breast. Looking up to the young intern who stood before him, he could notice her ashy blonde hair, soft green eyes, thin yet thick lips, the freckles. She was truly stunning, not so different from Mrs. Hampton on the tenth floor. She perks her lips & looks to James with a perplexed expression.
-"Mr. Galloway, you already have a scheduled conference with Mr. Tanner at five-twenty." Mrs. Daniels says with her soft & somewhat soothing voice.
-"Well then reschedule that conference." James responds, taking a smoke from his cigarette, inhaling the smoke & feeling that burning tingle in his throat.
Mrs. Daniels stares to the cigarette then back to James.
-"Will do sir." She responds, before clumsily exiting the room.
-"Thank you Mrs. Daniels." James responds warmly.
Mrs. Daniels turns to James, she's blushing, redder than before, she lets out an unexpected "giggle" before returning to her professional demeanor.
-"Please, call me Stephanie." Stephanie responds with a smile.
Nailed it. James thinks in response to finding out that her name was Stephanie.
James watches as Stephanie exits his office, his eyes on her magnificent ass.
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Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian
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Times Square, or as it was commonly referred to as 'The Square' was a major trade hub, having thousands of caravans pass on through every week. There was limitless supplies, it was similar to the Old World New York, despite Times Square being a large crossing section. The scrap metal fencing & constant guard patrols kept the Supermutants & Raiders out. The system for getting in was complicated. You needed identification, a certain amount of bottlecaps, & common decency. All in all, The Square was fairly safe.
Reaching the top of the roof, James looks over the ledge, down to the escape. He can hear the fire escape creak slightly, now looking down, James can see how it bent & broke off towards the base. Paying little care for the destruction of the fire escape, James takes his leave & advances across the rooftop to the general vicinity of The Square.
Charles,
The walk to the monument was short lived, Charles got bored halfway to the monument & decided to just go take a nap somewhere near the metro system. He had little care for any danger that might find him. He had practically nothing to live for & decided to just do whatever the hell he wanted to. Taking the makeshift pillow he stored in his bag & using his duster as a blanket, Charles lays down on a bench just outside of the metro system near the museum.
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The day had slipped away, nothing more than a few hours. Charles just sat outside the Museum, smoking. It was tremendously boring, but Charles found slight interest in watching the Caravans pass by. Taking his leave after several hours of boredom, Charles decides to do something that was considered suicidal by most. Readying his hunting rife, Charles leaves the front of the museum & heads out to the mall, he makes his way towards the Lincoln monument, where he hoped to find some refuge for the time being. Charles kept on the lookout for stray landmines in case any were still left from over eight years. The trenches that used to hold supermutants were filled in with soil, making the ground lumpy & hard to walk on, but still, Charles continued onward, towards the monument.
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Bree looks back to Hunter who looks to Mason. Mason stands confused.
-"What'd you mean it's not safe, they've got protection, guns, food. Seems perfectly safe to me." Mason responds.
-"No...It's an illusion put off by The General. He's hiding secrets, he crucifies people." Bree says with passion.
Hunter looks sternly to Helen who is also confused.
-"How'd you know? You haven't even lived in Vegas." Mason responds to Bree.
-"Hunter showed me, he told me about the crucifixions. Now since you guys came, they crucify people at night, somewhere around two in the morning. They still do it!" Bree fights back.
Mason looks on to Helen who shrugs.
-"How can you trust this man? He's the guy who kidnapped you." Helen asks.
-"Yeah, but he protects me, he's apologized for kidnapping me, but he's keeping me away from Vegas to keep me safe from The General." She responds, almost confusingly.
Helen again looks to Mason.
-"Look, Bree, please just come back with us. It's safe, I promise." Mason responds.
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Washington D.C., Megaton Clinic,
Two Weeks Earlier,
-"Come on Doc, just one more Med-X."
-"No, one's enough, you're going to overdose if you have two." The Doc responds with a sternness.
-"No I won't, please Doc, I'm still in pain." Said Charles.
-"You're lucky I even gave you a shot, junky, now get out." The Doc Responds.
-"F*ck you man." Charles says, exiting the clinic.
Making his way towards Moriarty's saloon, Charles thinks over the drugs. It had been at least a week or so since he last had a shot of Med-X. He was craving the rush, he needed the drugs to keep his mind off of the "bad" stuff that he didn't want to think about. Advancing up the steep scrap metal stairs, Charles reflects on his life again, the outlook. He consistently tried to hide his emotions & feelings, but they would still find their way to him. He thinks back to his childhood, to his mother, she was a slave, like him. She had a kind face, she was loving, but she was a broken soul. 'They' took her, sold her to some group. That was the last Charles saw of her, then Kevin Newbury came into his life, gave him his first bottlecap, Charles remembers spending that bottlecap on some Nuka-Cola from David.
Remembering his current position, Charles comes into focus, he is sitting on the ground, a faint moisture drifts from his eyes. A woman approaches him, she was pretty, young, red-headed too. She crouches beside him.
-"Sir, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" She asks him.
Charles is at first confused, she must've noticed him crying, or was she that dim witted. But Charles decides to go along with the common polite routine.
-"Y-yes, I'm fine. Just a little...tired."
-"Ah, well, if you're feeling tired, you should buy a room from Moriarty, he may not be the kindest man, & his beer might taste like sh*t, but he's pretty much the only guy here who can actually maintain a business." She responds.
Charles nods.
-"Yeah, well I just spent the last of my caps." He responds dimly.
-"Oh well, sorry then." The woman responds, standing from her crouch & walking off.
In his head, Charles automatically hated her. She was probably some stuck up b*tch. Standing up now, Charles decides to head towards the mall, hopefully someone will take him in there.
Present Day...
The journey was long & tested Charles abilities. He had made his way through the streets that were densely crowded with large mounds of rubble. On the way, Charles had collected several items of value, he was hoping to trade them with a vendor sometime soon.
Charles stands outside of the Museum of History, smoking a cigarette to pass the time. It was cold today, colder than usual, perhaps the seasons were returning to the wastes. Wrapping himself with the Regulator duster he dawned, Charles conserved his body heat to stay warm. In the distance, Charles listened in to the conversations of passing Brotherhood of Steel initiates. They talked about the decline in Supermutant activity. Charles paid little mind to Supermutants, sure they were big & scary, but the dumber ones were typically easy to kill, however the smarter & bigger ones, those big boys/girls were a pain in the ass to kill. But it was still good to know that they were less active than they were eight years ago.
A man stops in Charles path, he was dressed in a black suit with a black tie, he seemed clean cut, his hair brushed over, & no facial hair to be found. His appearance almost resembled the rich freaks down at Tenpenny Tower.
-"Excuse me sir, but would you happen to know where the Museum of Technology is?" He asks with his suave voice.
-"Yeah, but why would you want to go to a place like that? It's swarmed with Muties." Charles responds.
-"Well, you see, I'm searching for an item that one of my associates lost while scavenging in that wretched place. Mutants won't be much of a problem for us, since we are well armed & trained." The man responds.
Charles looks behind the man to see several armed men wearing combat armor. It looked funny to Charles seeing all these gruff & tough men in the background of the clean cut man.
-"Alright then, well it's just two blocks down that way." Charles responds, pointing towards the Washington Monument.
-"Thank you, here, take this for your troubles." The man says, handing over five bottlecaps.
Whooptie doo, five bottlecaps, this could buy half of a bread roll. Charles watches as the man proceeds in the direction of the Museum. Charles laughs to himself as he looks down to the bottlecaps. Amongst the Nuka-Cola bottle caps, rested a Sunset Sarsaparilla cap. Charles frowns at the cap, he had never seen a bottlecap like this. It must've been a rip off. Among further inspection of the cap, Charles notices on the inside a blue background. Resting neatly in the center was a white star. Frowning again, Charles stares at the star for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the man.
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Gender(Male/Female/Both)-Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)-Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-Charles stands at 6'0 ft tall, weighing 184 Ibs, & having a slim body frame, but somewhat muscular. Though Charles maintains a somewhat gruff yet clean cut appearance, his abuse of Jet & Med-X has taken it's toll. His senses are somewhat lowered, despite having a Perception of 6. His eyes are sometimes bloodshot & he is somewhat pale. Though he can put off his drug addict demeanor with his charming appearance, people typically know when he is high. All in all, he has long & wavy dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, a somewhat stubble which he grooms on occasions, sideburns, & slight wrinkles.
Clothing-He wears Pre-War clothing when in public, but has been known to wear his old Rivet City Guard uniform, excluding the helmet. However, he can be seen wearing Brotherhood of Steel Knight armor for reasons still unknown.
Personality(Characteristics)-Charles is a broken man, having emotional problems that supersede his social balance. Though maintaining a calm & laid back demeanor, Charles is relatively secluded & quiet when alone. He has been known to be a "womanizer" & is somewhat perverted yet polite which often contradicts most of his personality, making him a confusing man. Despite his drug addiction, Charles is resourceful, intelligent, cunning, & determined.
Biography-Charles was born as a slave in Paradise Falls. He grew up living a hard life & hated every slaver except for one. Kevin Newbury, a sympathetic slaver who cared for Charles. Though Kevin was later punished for the pampering he gave to Charles, he never regretted what he did for him. Kevin not only taught Charles how to read & write, but he encouraged him to excel, gave him a strong moral balance. When Charles was nineteen, a cannibalistic family purchased him from Paradise Falls & attempted to consume him. Though the fight between Charles & the family was short lived, the murder of three people greatly impacted Charles, making him darker & emotionally damaged. Having spent the majority of his life living as a slave, Charles on more than one occasion attempted to rid the Capital Wasteland of slavers, but this action was halted when Charles was mortally wounded & left to die in the wastes. After being saved by a Caravan, Charles was brought to Cantaberry Commons where he spent his twenties being a Caravan guard. After three years, Charles eventually left the Caravans & joined up for the Rivet City Guard. During his time as a guard, he came across Jet, an addictive drug, after arresting a man trying to smuggle a shipment of drugs on the ship. It was through this arrest that Charles succumbed to the temptation of Jet & became a drug addict. After being discovered by his co-worker, Charles was fired from his position & banned from Rivet City. Now Charles roams the waste, deperately searching for acceptance from anybody. It is rumored that Charles sometime in his life became a Brotherhood of Steel Knight, but these are just rumors.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)-Charles is equipped with the standard .99mm Pistol w/ ten rounds of ammo, besides the pistol, he arms himself with a .44 Revolver w/ five bullets, a hunting rifle w/ fifteen rounds, three Food Rations, One bottle of purified water, Jet, Med-X, & Stimpaks. Most of his gear is carried in a bag.