The sky grew darker as Roux set up a camp fire off on a ridge overlooking a valley. Laying out a dusty sleeping bag he had found hours ago, he started the fire. As he laid with his head propped up on his bag, Roux watched the fire dance, the embers looming higher and higher as the night continued on. The fire popped and crackled, spitting the embers through the night. The last thing Roux remembered was the smell of burning wood and pure bliss.
Unknown
Roux woke, coughing. As he grew accustomed to the bright lights, he saw a group of people watching him; waiting for him to awaken.
"Ah, so he lives. I've been waiting for this moment for a very long, long time."
Being a secret agent and all, Roux worked quickly. He primed the explosives with haste, and attached them to the side of the wall. The townsfolk had told him that these raiders were terrorizing the town and taking food, livestock, and people. Roux had agreed to help, but only for a price, of course.
"Once I have these primed I want you all to retreat to the rock over there-" Roux pointed at rock that was large enough to conceal the five people who were willing to help,"-and cover your ears. Meanwhile, I will have taken my position at the top of that water tower and gotten ready to attack. Once you see them start to drop, come out and raise hell." The group listened intently to Roux's instructions, and then moved as they were told.
BOOM!
The explosion shook some dust off the tower and Roux immediately started shooting. Aim, fire, repeat. He had dropped four raiders before the five came out and started to wreck house. Roux quickly joined them, with his pistol in hand, and helped. Within ten minutes, the hideout had been cleared and the townsfolk were helping themselves to the stolen goods and they were freeing the kidnapped people. Roux found a black baseball cap, and decided he liked it.
"I'm gonna name you Tina." He said as he walked away with a small bag of bottle caps in his pocket and a smile on his face.
Name:
Agent Vincent Roux Age:
43 Gender:
Male Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant/Android):
Human Appearance(Please include race such as Caucasian/African-American/Etc):
Caucasian European. He stands about 6'3". He is a rather attractive fellow, more because of his "authority", than his average looks. He has a bit of meat on his bones. His right pinkie pinkie has been cut off, and it is scarred over and rough. Roux also has deep blue eyes. Clothing/Armor:
Pristine suit, black aviators, bulletproof vest. Personality(Optional):
He is very serious, and often gets confused when people do not do things according to plan. This effects the way he makes decisions and his fighting. Back-story(Optional):
I'll find a way to tie it into the story. Faction(Optional):
No faction. May change as the story progresses. Karma(Good/Neutral/Evil):
Neutral Skills(5 Skills):
Cunning - While interrogating prisoners, Roux has learned to deceive enemies.
Stealth - Gained while training with infiltration, Roux excels at sneaking and generally being quiet.
Steady - Vigorous training has gained him good grip on weapons and a very steady aim.
(Game Perk) Friend of the Night- Training at night, Roux has become accustomed to the dark, and much prefers it over the light. Weapons(Three weapons or less):
Silenced 9mm Pistol with 5 clips
Small Combat knife for close quarter situations
Silenced Sniper Rifle with 5 clips Inventory(10 Items or less/Must be carried in bag):
Combined 10 clips of ammunition
Pocket Watch
Deck of Caravan Cards
5 Stimpaks
3 Rad Away bottles Location:
California Other:
Not much to add
Chase takes a look at the perfectly made burger, and chuckles as the voice makes a joke about it being a ghost. HE takes a bite out of the burger and a sip out of the smoothie.
Upon hearing the voice again, Chase raises his head from the menu.
"Well, this door here usually leads to my regular bar. A quaint little place called Saint John's Gentleman Pub. Not really that "gentlemanly", if you ask me."
He looks down and decides to order something that seems semi-sane.
"Also, could I get a, uh, mango smoothie? I would also like one Cheeseburger in Paradise Special, I feel starved."
Chase, in a state of utter amazement, jumps at the sound of the voice speaking to him. It asks if he was expecting another bar, and he replies, wonder in his voice.
"I, uh, I... Uh, yes, yes I, uh, yes I was."
He sits down at a stool, wondering what this place was, and looks at the drink menu.
(Quick question Ulti, what is going on? I arrived super late, so I'm a little lost.)
Chase bursts through the little door, fingers raised in protest. He lowers them, turns around, and recomposes himself. He wears an unbuttoned suit, with a white dress shirt and deep red tie.
Jacob sat in his old apartment in one of the many hotels in Philadelphia. He remembered this place from when he first started out as a young businessman. He looked at himself now in the dust mirror, with his pistol aimed at the bottom of his jaw. There was a tear forming in his eye, and he remembered everything that led up to this moment. His abusive father, his mother, the day he killed his father, all of it pointless now, with the gun at his head. He was crying, and he regretted everything he did. He wanted to take all the things he said, all the things he had done, all the people he hurt; he wanted to take it back. He closed his eyes and took a breath. No, he said to himself. Not now. He exhaled and pulled the gun down. He got up and went to the emergency radio he has found in one of the storage closets. Jacob didn't know how to use it, but it seemed pretty simple. He checked the batteries, which seemed fine, and turned it on. There was a dull static. He turned the dial left and right until he heard a broadcast. It was the old military broadcast that was sent out when everything started.
Jacob pressed a button in the side and started to talk in his british accent. " Uh, hello? This is Jacob Sithe, a survivor among the ruins of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. If anyone can hear this, please respond." He repeated the call on a few other channels, and then sat down in the apartment.
Age(Between 15 & 45)- 38
Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Clothing- He wears a ripped and torn business suit with the right sleeve torn off. He has a bandage wrapped around his right forearm. Personality(Characteristics)- Very secluded, but formidable and confident. He has a large heart for people in need, which sometimes does not help him. Biography- Jacob was born into a very abuse family. His father was a drunk, had no job or life, and was constantly beating his mom and him. Jacob went through school without really talking, and getting good grades. On one night, Jacob's father was threatening his mom with a knife, and Jacob put a stop to it. He stabbed his father in the arm, and his father stumble backwards and hit Jacob. Jacob was completely unphased, however, because he was in a blind fury. He took the knife out of his father's arm and stabbed him again, and again, and again. He stabbed his father so many times that he lost count. Jacob's mother called the police, but Jacob's father was already dead. Jacob sat in a corner and cried until the police got there. The police comforted him and he had many sessions with a psychiatrist. He has since put this event behind him, and moved on and taken a business job.
City/Location- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Food and water, a pistol with 60 rounds, a golf club, a briefcase, a picture of his family, 3 bandages, and 3 all-use medkits
Theme Song- n/a
Other- Walker. Could I get a summary of what has happened so far?
Krieg walks into the Captain's tent after the attack on McCarren. The tent is dark and disgusting, but a single oil lamp keeps it bright. The Captain turns around. " Sanders, because of you, your partner is," Krieg braces for the words, but what the Captain says next shocks him, " alive. Good work Private. Although we lost two men, you couldn't have seen it coming. The losses are irreplaceable, but I'm proud of you son." Krieg stands there with no clue what to say, but then mutters out, " Uhh, t- thank you sir." He salutes and walks out of the tent. Krieg walks over to the Doctor's building to check in on his partner, Maria. " You alright?" He asks. " Yeah, I'll be- ow! I'll be fine, if this doctor manages to fix me up instead of killing me." She looks at the doctor and apologizes.
Krieg walks back to his tent and lays on his bunk. He think of all the events that just took place. It is beginning to become too much for him.
Krieg steps out of the musty airport after taking the rail back from New Vegas. He bumps in next to his shift partner outside of the walls. " Sanders, where have you been?" she asks. " I've been out, gambling, whistling at the pretty lady folk, you know, the works." Krieg has a large grin spread across his face. He is clearly drunk. " Sanders, what has the Captain told you about getting drunk like this? One more time he catches you and you're gone."
" I'll be fine." He says, stumbling over his shoes and hiccuping loudly. She takes a look at him and says, " Come on Sanders, you aren't even wearing your uniform. You gotta be more prepared." Just then, a bullet strikes his partner in the shoulder, knocking her off her feet. Sanders looks at her dumbstruck for a second, but then another bullet whizzes past. And then another. Krieg dives behind a wall of sandbags and looks over at the other two men guarding the gates. They lay dead, two bullets perfectly placed in the center of their chests. Krieg places his Service Rifle in his hands and then blind fires over the wall at the attackers. Just then, he hears the fizzing of a fuse directly in front of him. He looks down, and sees a stick of dynamite. he quickly grasps it and tosses it back at the attackers, which he can now clearly identify as Powder Gangers. He takes aim down his sights and fires directly at the group of enemies. There were about 6 of them. With Krieg being drunk, he misses every shot.
Krieg continues firing until he hits one in the stomach. He wipes his eyes, shakes his head, and continues to shoot at the Powder Gangers until they are struck down by a sniper in the tower above. A not-so-friendly voices yells out, " Sanders, see me at once!"
Krieg grabs his partner and shakes her back to consciousness. " Are you alright?" He asks. " Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It just hurts a lot, that's all. " She cracks a smile and they share a laugh. She hoists herself up and walks off to the doctor. Krieg looks at the two dead soldiers and sighs. He walks into McCarren to see the Captain.
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The sky grew darker as Roux set up a camp fire off on a ridge overlooking a valley. Laying out a dusty sleeping bag he had found hours ago, he started the fire. As he laid with his head propped up on his bag, Roux watched the fire dance, the embers looming higher and higher as the night continued on. The fire popped and crackled, spitting the embers through the night. The last thing Roux remembered was the smell of burning wood and pure bliss.
Unknown
Roux woke, coughing. As he grew accustomed to the bright lights, he saw a group of people watching him; waiting for him to awaken.
"Ah, so he lives. I've been waiting for this moment for a very long, long time."
0
Being a secret agent and all, Roux worked quickly. He primed the explosives with haste, and attached them to the side of the wall. The townsfolk had told him that these raiders were terrorizing the town and taking food, livestock, and people. Roux had agreed to help, but only for a price, of course.
"Once I have these primed I want you all to retreat to the rock over there-" Roux pointed at rock that was large enough to conceal the five people who were willing to help,"-and cover your ears. Meanwhile, I will have taken my position at the top of that water tower and gotten ready to attack. Once you see them start to drop, come out and raise hell." The group listened intently to Roux's instructions, and then moved as they were told.
BOOM!
The explosion shook some dust off the tower and Roux immediately started shooting. Aim, fire, repeat. He had dropped four raiders before the five came out and started to wreck house. Roux quickly joined them, with his pistol in hand, and helped. Within ten minutes, the hideout had been cleared and the townsfolk were helping themselves to the stolen goods and they were freeing the kidnapped people. Roux found a black baseball cap, and decided he liked it.
"I'm gonna name you Tina." He said as he walked away with a small bag of bottle caps in his pocket and a smile on his face.
0
Name:
Agent Vincent Roux
Age:
43
Gender:
Male
Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant/Android):
Human
Appearance(Please include race such as Caucasian/African-American/Etc):
Caucasian European. He stands about 6'3". He is a rather attractive fellow, more because of his "authority", than his average looks. He has a bit of meat on his bones. His right pinkie pinkie has been cut off, and it is scarred over and rough. Roux also has deep blue eyes.
Clothing/Armor:
Pristine suit, black aviators, bulletproof vest.
Personality(Optional):
He is very serious, and often gets confused when people do not do things according to plan. This effects the way he makes decisions and his fighting.
Back-story(Optional):
I'll find a way to tie it into the story.
Faction(Optional):
No faction. May change as the story progresses.
Karma(Good/Neutral/Evil):
Neutral
Skills(5 Skills):
Cunning - While interrogating prisoners, Roux has learned to deceive enemies.
Stealth - Gained while training with infiltration, Roux excels at sneaking and generally being quiet.
Steady - Vigorous training has gained him good grip on weapons and a very steady aim.
(Game Perk) Friend of the Night- Training at night, Roux has become accustomed to the dark, and much prefers it over the light.
Weapons(Three weapons or less):
Silenced 9mm Pistol with 5 clips
Small Combat knife for close quarter situations
Silenced Sniper Rifle with 5 clips
Inventory(10 Items or less/Must be carried in bag):
Combined 10 clips of ammunition
Pocket Watch
Deck of Caravan Cards
5 Stimpaks
3 Rad Away bottles
Location:
California
Other:
Not much to add
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"Well, this door here usually leads to my regular bar. A quaint little place called Saint John's Gentleman Pub. Not really that "gentlemanly", if you ask me."
He looks down and decides to order something that seems semi-sane.
"Also, could I get a, uh, mango smoothie? I would also like one Cheeseburger in Paradise Special, I feel starved."
0
"I, uh, I... Uh, yes, yes I, uh, yes I was."
He sits down at a stool, wondering what this place was, and looks at the drink menu.
(Quick question Ulti, what is going on? I arrived super late, so I'm a little lost.)
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Chase bursts through the little door, fingers raised in protest. He lowers them, turns around, and recomposes himself. He wears an unbuttoned suit, with a white dress shirt and deep red tie.
"Sorry 'bout that."
As he sits down, he finally realizes.
"THIS ISN'T MY BAR."
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Where did you hear about the server: It was on the front page.
Do you understand and accept the rules: Yes
What's our policy on raging: Don't rage. If you get defeated, rebuild bigger and better, and then get revenge.
0
I wish that my dad would come home for Christmas.
0
I wish that I could speak every language.
0
Jacob pressed a button in the side and started to talk in his british accent. " Uh, hello? This is Jacob Sithe, a survivor among the ruins of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. If anyone can hear this, please respond." He repeated the call on a few other channels, and then sat down in the apartment.
0
Gender(Male/Female/Both)- Male
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African-American/Asian/Etc.)- Caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)-
Personality(Characteristics)- Very secluded, but formidable and confident. He has a large heart for people in need, which sometimes does not help him.
Biography- Jacob was born into a very abuse family. His father was a drunk, had no job or life, and was constantly beating his mom and him. Jacob went through school without really talking, and getting good grades. On one night, Jacob's father was threatening his mom with a knife, and Jacob put a stop to it. He stabbed his father in the arm, and his father stumble backwards and hit Jacob. Jacob was completely unphased, however, because he was in a blind fury. He took the knife out of his father's arm and stabbed him again, and again, and again. He stabbed his father so many times that he lost count. Jacob's mother called the police, but Jacob's father was already dead. Jacob sat in a corner and cried until the police got there. The police comforted him and he had many sessions with a psychiatrist. He has since put this event behind him, and moved on and taken a business job.
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- Food and water, a pistol with 60 rounds, a golf club, a briefcase, a picture of his family, 3 bandages, and 3 all-use medkits
Other- Walker. Could I get a summary of what has happened so far?
0
Krieg walks back to his tent and lays on his bunk. He think of all the events that just took place. It is beginning to become too much for him.
0
0
" I'll be fine." He says, stumbling over his shoes and hiccuping loudly. She takes a look at him and says, " Come on Sanders, you aren't even wearing your uniform. You gotta be more prepared." Just then, a bullet strikes his partner in the shoulder, knocking her off her feet. Sanders looks at her dumbstruck for a second, but then another bullet whizzes past. And then another. Krieg dives behind a wall of sandbags and looks over at the other two men guarding the gates. They lay dead, two bullets perfectly placed in the center of their chests. Krieg places his Service Rifle in his hands and then blind fires over the wall at the attackers. Just then, he hears the fizzing of a fuse directly in front of him. He looks down, and sees a stick of dynamite. he quickly grasps it and tosses it back at the attackers, which he can now clearly identify as Powder Gangers. He takes aim down his sights and fires directly at the group of enemies. There were about 6 of them. With Krieg being drunk, he misses every shot.
Krieg continues firing until he hits one in the stomach. He wipes his eyes, shakes his head, and continues to shoot at the Powder Gangers until they are struck down by a sniper in the tower above. A not-so-friendly voices yells out, " Sanders, see me at once!"
Krieg grabs his partner and shakes her back to consciousness. " Are you alright?" He asks. " Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It just hurts a lot, that's all. " She cracks a smile and they share a laugh. She hoists herself up and walks off to the doctor. Krieg looks at the two dead soldiers and sighs. He walks into McCarren to see the Captain.