Post by thegreatdictator on Nov 23, 2015 1:56:54 GMT
Name:
The Great Dictator
Steam ID:
STEAM_0:1:35556367
Character(s):
Captain Zhu Xiaopeng
What are you applying for?:
A Chinese remnant. Specifically a Crimson Dragoon, and with that all the training and equipment befitting of one.
Physical description:
Indiscernible age/5'9/Fairly good physique/Haggard, aged voice, it is entrancingly earthy/Subtle Chinese accent/Bald head, clean shaven face/Uncanny, silent walk, his run even being quite muffled/Wearing a set of simple patchwork robes which extend down to his feet, they are bound shut by a length of rope. He may also have a hood and veil drawn [OFF]/Rucksack/Cloth foot-wraps extending to his ankles/
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
Zhu withdraws a knife, taking a knee, starting to hack away at the radscorpion.
Zhu folds his arms, pacing alongside the river.
Zhu fixes his eyes on the group of vagabonds, scrutinizing them from the distance.
Zhu crouches down, unslinging his rucksack and rummaging through it. Eventually he procures a piece of hardtack, starting to chew at it calmly.
Zhu shakes his hand to the inquisitive wastelander "Do not bring to me such questions, for I shall not answer them."
Zhu enables his suit's stealth-field, bending his knees, and quietly pacing towards the group of threatening men to listen to their conversation.
Zhu seats himself on the ground, unraveling the cloth-wraps on his feet, and replacing them with fresh ones from his pack.
Zhu visibly winces at the woman's comment, shaking his head in disapproval.
Zhu approaches the radioactive pit, seating himself behind some rubble, allowing for the radiation to nurse his wounds.
Zhu nods to the wastelander, offering a wave, followed by a "zàijiàn" before pacing off.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
Zhu observes the bludgeon-bearing wastelander threateningly pacing towards him, and in turn tugs at the bindings of his robes with one hand, unsheathing his blade from within with the other.
Zhu aims to parry the unwieldy pipe off to the side, following through with a slice the man's torso
Zhu approaches the unsuspecting molerat in silence, aiming to swipe his blade at its neck as he closed in.
Zhu, upon hearing the yelling of the belligerent man activates his suit's stealth-field, quickly diving into a roll, rolling to his side as to quickly distance himself from where he was last seen.
Zhu, upon being struck in his upper leg from the sudden hail of gunfire, emits a muffled grunt, limping around the corner of the building.
Zhu aims his pistol to the drugged-up woman, firing a few rounds aimed at her torso in an effort to stop her maddened charge.
Zhu suddenly deactivates his stealthfield, yelling "Lìzhèng! Not another step further!" to the meddling stranger, blade drawn near his neck.
Zhu lies prone, resting the stock of his rifle against a rock. He looks down the scope, firing off a round aimed at the Gecko's torso.
Zhu lays down his rifle, knowing he is outmatched, he holds his hands before him shouting "I yield!"
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
From birth in 2040, it had been preordained that Zhu Xiaopeng was to serve the People's Republic of China. Born into a military family, Zhu's patriarchal line before him was filled with high-ranking officers, his great-great grandfather being a warlord who even took part in the Nanchang Uprising. His father stressed a military education, setting Zhu on the track of education through one of the newly established Dragoon schools, where Zhu was taught to harbor a ruthless resent for Western imperialism, and also develop his abilities in combat and subterfuge. Through a combination of his father's influence, and his own personal ability, Zhu would later be admitted to a furthermore specialized Dragoon officer training school, graduating and receiving an officer's commission in 2066, just in time to join the invasion of Alaska.
Zhu was placed in command of a squad of dragoons, their primary objectives generally involving delaying and sabotaging the enemy. The American forces, while bearing superior equipment, such as the T-45d power armor, were unable to make breakthrough advances in their campaign for years, largely thanks to delays caused by sabotage at the hands of the Dragoons, such as Zhu's squad. Zhu and his squad would continue, sabotaging bases of operation, baiting the enemy, stealing objects of interest such as power armor, assassinating key targets, and when necessary engaging in combat. These actions continued all the way up until 2076, when American forces finally made a break-through in mainland China, occupying the cities of Shanghai and Nanjing. With this, the marshals and leading politicians of China decided that it was time to return the favor, and invade the American mainland, albeit in a different way.
Later that year in 2076, Zhu was pulled from Alaska, and given command of a larger platoon of Dragoons. The new objectives of this platoon being to infiltrate the American mainland, form a sleeper-cell, and await further directives from home. Zhu's platoon were ordered to infiltrate the moderately sized Boulder City, Nevada, known perhaps most for the nearby Hoover Dam and Las Vegas. There, the sleeper cell waited, forming connections, and pursuing the guise of average citizens. Meanwhile, a smaller, separate group of Dragoons infiltrated, and obtained positions at the Hoover Dam, day by day smuggling in unmarked crates into the store rooms of the large facility. Zhu's platoon lie in wait for directives, directives which never came in time. As the months rolled by, and Zhu's platoon continued to gain influence and trust within the city, 2077 came, and the great-war had begun. Zhu's platoon finally received their directives via radio, the platoon was to immediately move to the dam. The platoon entered the dam with ease, employees and security personnel scrambling at the word of impending nuclear Armageddon. The platoon immediately made a bee-line for the storage facilities, equipping their suits of stealth armor, they then waited. Nuclear destruction hailed down on nearby Las Vegas, the fallout quickly reaching Boulder City. Yet, Zhu and his men did not panic, their suits equipped with an experimental new technology, designed not to completely shield the wearer from the radiation, but rather slowly expose them to it. As the weeks following the apocalypse rolled by, most of the platoon survived, their skin and hair peeling off, but otherwise remaining intact in their new ghoulified form. What they did not expect though, was isolation, the mainland could not be reached. Zhu and his men were now alone.
And with that, Zhu and his platoon claimed the dam for their own, raiding parties were sent out to gather the bounty of what now remained in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, and the dam was held, the occasional curious survivor meeting a hail of bullets from what seemed to be thin-air if they grew too investigative, or a blade through the torso. This sustenance persisted for hundreds of years until 2274 when the first NCR scouts reached the Hoover Dam. The once wild Nevada was now starting to be tamed, the sight of a foreign individual becoming all the more common for the Dragoons. With this, the Chinese holdouts began to break off into small groups, many heading East in search of other holdout infiltrators. As for Zhu, he had lost much of his nationalistic fervor for the PRC long ago, while still a patriot at heart, he had known for long that he would have to find his own homeland, here in the land of the old American Imperialists whom he once harbored such resentment for.
And that is where we have Zhu today, weary of multiple life spans of sustenance survival, and curious about the world around him to which he had been isolated from for hundreds of years. Now, Zhu wanders, a semi-reclusive, yet approachable individual, occasionally willing to interact with the new world wastelander, swapping stories of old for information of new. While perhaps not as swift and agile as he once was, and his old bones sometimes paining him, this old world ghoul does still have hundreds of years worth of tricks up his sleeve. Now, his subordinate comrades gone, Zhu lies in wait, observing his world around him, in preparation to take a course of action.
Your Character's equipment:
As far as scripts go, a set of robes, and a stealth-suit would be cool for apparel. As for weapons, a Chinese officer sword, pistol, and scoped rifle would be great. That being said, whatever is deemed appropriate will do. Any other minor bits and bobs can be RPed.
Your Character's Training:
Crimson Dragoon training, which I assume would encompass combat, espionage, subterfuge, and survival related skills. That, alongside hundreds of years of those points of training applied to war and the wasteland.
Your Character's Strengths:
Evidently, Zhu is a very powerful individual. His years of arduous training, and hundreds of years of applying it have made him an extremely skilled survivor, soldier, and general sneak. That, and his ghoulification allows for him to heal in radioactive areas, and has granted him increased perception.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
For all of his strengths and capabilities, Zhu's ghoulification has somewhat hindered his physique, making him not as physically imposing as he once was. On top of this, he is old, very old, and as such he is not as agile as he once was in his prime, but is again still no doubt agile. Truth be told, he is a very powerful individual, and I intend to handle such power responsibly, as I have with this character in the past.
