Age (Optional): I have been on *This* desolate planet for 18 years :C
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): fvck v ((please do not take this the wrong way, the actual account name is " odsta22 " but that is the user))
Time Zone: EST
Prior Bans and reasons: N/a
Define Role-play: Taking on a role of a character or entity that you wouldn't normally be irl or the like. For fun most of the time.
Define Powergaming: Forcing an action on another character. Or condition. Like *Breaks leg* With no room for response
Define Metagaming: Using information you have obtained oocly IC to benefit yourself, or just in general.
Previous roleplay experience: I've been rping on mc since 2012... *shudders*
Previous Fallout experience: Played fallout 3 and new Vegas
Have you read the rules?: of course not :^) jk I have <3
Write any further questions here: what does "There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World." mean ;-;
Character Name: Eve Manasseh
Race: Caucasian human
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Scarf toting red head. A rather thin looking girl. But tough enough where she needs to be. Piercingly sharp hazel eyes.
Strengths: Keen eyes, strong will, and a knack for being right. Eve likes to let her problems sort themselves out from afar. With out getting herself in danger if she can.
Weaknesses: Should she be in danger, she isn't one to be able to escape very quickly. Not very fast, and not too strong either. Her greatest weakness is that she thinks herself too safe at times.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
Along with the few other 'lucky' vault dwellers, Eve grew up in the gambling vault 21; where in, the only real tests were that of regular human interaction... within a vault. She excelled in her classes, however, for her demanding father, and lap-dog of a mother, this was not enough. Her father, Joseph Manasseh, forced her into learning many things, which in turn made it difficult for her to connect with the other children in the vault. She never forgave him for it, but she did learn many things she needed once she broke from the vault. Eve learned how to handle guns, soon she found she enjoyed using them, and didn't mind the lessons so much. Her aim would improve by the week as she put her effort into learning the ins and outs of 'her' weapons. Besides weapons, she was taught basic first aid, how to care for her own wounds, and the wounds of others. She didn't like the idea of having to take care of others; besides, she seemed to be the only one on her own side in this.
Next on her fathers must know list, was economics, one of Eve's favorite subjects, aside from guns of course. She liked learning ways to make money, and even dared to ask about the ways people did so before life in the vaults. While intelligent, her father wanted her to at least be able to run for decent amounts of time, not necessarily fast. Joseph had her jog around the vault for hours till the other dwellers were tired of seeing her face. Joseph spared no expense in making sure his daughter was ready, teaching Eve the basics of surviving in nature as he knew best. While she didn't have much of a childhood, Eve would come to appreciate the work her father put into her, or rather the 'tough love' she received wasn't for no reason. After much of her life spent learning, training, and just being miserable, Eve left her vault at the age of 22.
Her first week consisted of a lot of hiding from the wastes inhabitants, as well as scavenging whatever she found far away from anything moving. Though soon that all changed when she found that some people weren't as hostile as the creatures that shared the land with them. Perhaps not the most socially adept person, Eve had trouble at first, but after keeping her head down and nose out of too much trouble, she learned of a very lucrative opportunity; bounty hunting. Simple enough to her, people wanted someone dealt with, and were willing to pay Eve a large sum to do so. But of course, as anyone starting something new, there are bound to be hiccups, this one Eve remembers well.
Eve trotted atop the dry cracked dirt path leading to the shoddily put together hut in which she had been informed, she may find a job. She tapped her knuckles on the old door, and from within came a whimper and beckon for entry. "C-come in!.." Cried the voice. Eve pushed the door open with ease, within the hut was a woman laying in a pile of dirtied laundry atop a even dirtier sleeping bag, with not much else besides a rusted green toolbox beside her. "I assume y-you're here about the job.." Asked the woman. Eve would only nod, not being very good at expressing much otherwise. The woman sniffled then motioned for her to sit, which Eve did. "Thank you for doing this.. really it means so much!" proclaimed woman in a lighter tone. Eve hesitated, but nodded once more. "The leader of the raiders wears a hockey mask.. big fellow, likes to announce his presence before you see him.. hes the one I want dead.." The woman would state coldly. "He's the one that took my poor Richard away.." The woman would open the box, revealing many caps, and a worn picture of her former lover. Eve would nod once more. "Bring me his head.." Eve's eyes widened but she managed to inform the woman weakly. "I.. I will.." As quickly as it had opened, the woman closed the box, and patted Eve on the back. "Thank you so much dearie.. please don't take too long now.." With little need for encouragement, Eve stood and left the hut, off to a cliff above the raiders well known hiding spot.
By the time she made it up the precarious perch it was night time, the sun had just set, and the raiders were having some kind of celebration. Eve took her rifle out and looked through her scope, searching for the man she needed. Her mind raced trying to figure out how she could get his head after wards, but it wasn't long before the tumbling of a few kicked up pebbles from behind her caught her attention. Her eyes flashed with overwhelming panic as she caught a glimpse of a once white ski mask over one of the men's faces, of which there were three. Eve was going to scream, but knew it would only serve to worsen her situation, so she remained silent. The tall masked man laughed. "This one is cute.. I think we can fetch a pretty high price for her.." His two underlings nodded at the statement, and rushed over to grab Eve, setting her in front of their leader. Eve merely stared up at the man, her lower lip quivering.
"Do me a favor kid, don't be a hero. I mean after all that's how you got in this mess." The man went to remove his mask, and she quickly recognized him from the photo shown to her earlier. Noting her reaction the man began to speak again. "Ever wonder why the same old lady has been asking for someone to take out her husbands killer? Because selling them once they're caught pays well!" The man and his cronies laughed. Eve would stay silent, her mind racing, looking for a way out of this. "Ahh, the silent type huh? Well that's good I suppose, slavers don't like talkers.. but me personally.. I like screamers.." Richard revealed a whip from behind himself, and gave it a few experimental snaps against the ground. "Now lets see how quiet you stay.." His two henchmen exposed Eve's back to the man, and he began to strike her pale skin, breaking it and sending blood flying after the first hit. "Still nothing!?" He raised the whip high above his head, and as Eve braced for impact she heard the crack of a bullet being fire, nay, three bullets, followed by three thuds. She looked up, tears welling in her eyes, her back stinging, only to find she had been saved by a man she would come to know as Roswell. After getting Eve to safety, and leaving the town, they both set out together, searching for opportunity in the form of bounties wherever they went.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Eve's eyes scan the horizon, staying far back as she watches the man. It'd be dumb to try and help him, especially in his current state. She huffs quietly, waiting, though not for long, the storm is coming. Eve can already make out the sound of thunder, which gives her an idea. If she can't help him in life, she can at least give him a proper death. The man is crying out now, attracting much unneeded attention to himself. But Eve has her mission. As she nears the man and the scene, she slips the 10mm pistol out, and taps it against her waist. The man looks up, fear in his eyes, he tries to raise his hands but he finds he is in too much pain. "What is your name." Eve asks him calmly. He looks confused, tilts his head, the manages to stammer out. "T-thomas.. Thomas Cantin.." Eve raises her gun, aiming at Thomas's head. "Go with peace, Thomas Cantin." Thunder sounds, nearing, and a shell drops to the ground, sending a small bit of dust into the air. Eve holsters her pistol, and the corpse of Thomas slumps back down into its own pool of blood. She wipes her hands at takes out the squirrel on a stick, munching on it while she listens in to the radio, on the lookout for any buildings nearby. The storm was getting closer.