Post by TheBloodMaster on Nov 26, 2015 8:25:17 GMT
Name: TheBloodMaster
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15155616
Character(s): None
What are you applying for?: A veteran mercenary with equipment as well as training in a multitude of things.
Physical description:
Sierra's SPECIAL: (going off of FO4's character builder, SPECIAL may vary depending on what you are given for allocating SPECIAL points because FO3 and FONV give more points then FO4.)
Strength: 10
Perception: 1
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 1
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would open the door to his home, closing it beahind him as he would let out a yawn, locking the door behind him as he would remove his gasmask and helmet.
/me would set it down on the table, drawing his sword as he would run his finger across it, testing the sharpness of the blade, finding it to be adequately sharp enough he would set it down, drawing a rag as he would clean any residual dust that may be on the blade.
/me would walk to the bathroom area, taking a bottle of purified water from his belt, pouring some water into his hand as e would wipe it around his face, before taking a rag, wiping his face off, cleaning any dirt that may be on his face.
/me would squeeze the rag out, setting it back on the sink, putting the bottle back in his pocket, as he would fix his hair a bit, humming to himself quietly.
/me would walk out of the bathroom, walking over to a radio stationed on the table, turning on the radio, beginning to emit some classic tunes.
/me would then walk over to the sofa, sitting on it, before laying down, placing his hand on his dagger.
/me would close his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
/me would wake up once again, checking his pipboy to find that he's been asleep for about three hours, he would get up.
/me would walk over to the table, securing his gasmask and helmet, walking over to the door
/me would unlock the door, walking out and locking it once again.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would stroll through the dead city, bringing his glare to see a raider swinging his bat repeatedly into a man kicking and screaming on the floor.
/me would bring his left hand to his sword, drawing it, begining to speedwalk over, yelling "HEY!" to get the raider's attention.
*The raider would turn, hearing Sierra, before sending a swing into the man's head, rupturing the man's skull and killing the man on the spot*
/me would grasp his blade on two hands, charging forward as he would bring his blade to swing into the man's bat, trying to bring him into a stagger.
*The raider would be hardly phased, little does Sierra know, the raider had taken buffout and psycho shortly before their engagement, as he lets out a roar that would phase even a super mutant, sending a swing towards Sierra's head.*
/me would bring his blade into a drop parry, causing the bat to slide off the trajectory of the parry, saving him from a rather lethal swing, he would swing down against the man's forearm, attempting to cause a minute wound to force the raider to get angrier and over-exert himself further.
*The blade would slice across the raider's forearm, hardly phasing him as he roars out, bringing his hand to backhand Sierra as a means to stagger him, before attempting to send a down pound into his head*
/me would be staggered by the backhand, drawing upon his agility to hop to the right, narrowly dodging the swing, as he would bring his blade across the raider's open guard, attempting to decapitate the raider.
*The raider would let go of his bat, bringing his right hand to GRAB the sword, causing it to split into his hand and render his hand utterly useless, however Sierra finds his blade locked within the man's hand, the raider attempting to deck Sierra in the face repeatedly.*
/me is punched about twice before he lets go of his sword, drawing his dagger as he lunges forward, attempting to stab him in the torso repeatedly
*The raider is stabbed several times, some strikes being soaked by the raider's torso armor, however most pierce, the raider would swing his right hand, the sword still imbedded into it towards Sierra, attempting to stun him.*
/me would bring his left hand up, attempting to grab the sword by the handle, and swing it outwards, attempting to slice it out of the hand, and break his "grip" on the sword
*The sword is dislodged in a painful display of blood and bone, blood pouring out from the hand, chunks of bone falling out.*
/me would bring his blade back, attempting to swing for the raider once again, aiming for a decapitation
*The raider brings up what's left of his hand, severing his fingers, however the blade keeps going, colliding into hte side of the raider's neck, and slicing it off in a powerful cleave.*
/me would bring his blade back, sheathing it.
/me would turn, walking off.
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
3 PARAGRPHS? PFFFFFT MAN 3 IS A JOKE, HOW ABOUT 50+ INSTEAD? It's so long that I am legitimately afraid to post it in this thread, so here's a pastebin.
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Your Character's equipment:
-1 pair of heavily reinforced leather armor over a black trenchcoat + a gasmask and helmet.
-1 pipboy 3000,
-1 one-peice sword
-1 dagger
Your Character's Training:
-Advanced/master in melee combat
-Proficient unarmed combat
-proficient work with blacksmithing
-Proficient work with treating wounds (excluding plasma, radiation, organ damage, and brain damage, he lacks the experience nor the equipment to properly treat those.)
-basic knowledge on most firearms and energy weapons (excluding explosive launchers, laser Gatling guns, and plasma rifles/casters)
-knowledge on how to maintain, repair, and slightly modify guns, (extended barrels, sawed offs, that sorta thing.)
Your Character's Strengths:
-He is something of a monster in CQC, if you get within CQC range with him, unless you have a superior physique and/or equipment to him you will lose ten times out of ten (unless you flee), only the best equipment, physique, and tactical use of said assets will get you through a CQC fight with him, god forbid it be a sword fight.
-His armor allows him to withstand multiple medium-caliber rounds, however any round that's 7.62 or higher is going to pierce his armor easily.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
-Despite Sierra's best efforts, he suffers against engaging multiple combatants at once, or combatants superior in strength to him (such as super mutants), this tactic is one even he can't exactly counter without investing time into a weapon capable of crowd control.
-Sierra suffers from several psychological issues, and is heavily prone to daymares when idle, although not so much when in the midst of combat.
-Sierra has the near uncontrollable urge to kill whoever he feels has wronged himself or the world, feeling morally obligated to rid the world of such a wrongdoing from happening again, this can cause him to go after anyone no matter their equipment or position in the world, whether it be a mere beggar or a brotherhood paladin with a fatman, except someone he considers to be a very close friend of his, speaking of which...
-Sierra holds a bias towards people he considers to be his very close friend, and as such will go to incredible lengths to try to keep them save, if one were to exploit one in order to force Sierra's hand, this would be a viable tactic.
-He hates psychiatrists... It's a long story.
-He has a fear of the legion and deathclaws, although the former being a far more compelling fear. He's lost several close friends to the legion and even himself at one point, he will be more likely to flee if he so much as sees a legion, even a recruit. As for deathclaws he would typically attempt to flee unless one of his close friends were being harmed, then he would provide limited support in the form of distracting the deathclaw then quickly fleeing.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly Yes,
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself. Yes, although my auths specify a lack of in certain circumstantial situations. However when no such incident is occurring I will likely attempt to flee.
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. This is unnecessary for me I will not be repairing power armor, but yes.
Name: TheBloodMaster
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15155616
Character(s): None
What are you applying for?: A super mutant by the name of 'Bullet'
Physical description: An 8'3 figure (9'1 when un-hunched) hunched figure wearing a black cloak, which disfigures his entire form, he appears to have a very low toned voice, and walks noticeably loud. He has a broken varmint rifle slung to his back. Under his cloak his skin is gray from the lack of sunlight, and he has a mother deathclaw gauntlet strapped to his right hand, and an axe sheathed inside his cloak, both of which concealed.
Bullet's SPECIAL
Strength: 10
Perception: 1
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 8
Luck: 1
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would heft himself in to the store, with a loud grunt.
/me shuts the door behind him rather loudly, drawing his gauntlet and his axe, roaming the hall, searching for food.
/me would find some fancy lad apples, taking them, and cramming his face with the snacks, his hunger not satiated, he continues roaming the hall.
/me would continue down the halls, eating whatever snacks he can get away with, his advanced body rendering him almost immune to poison and outright immune to radiation.
/me would raise an eyebrow, looking down the end of the corridor to find a dead dog, he waltz over to it, kneeling down, beginning to cut apart the dog's corpse, eating it carefully.
/me would wipe his face off, before taking his gauntlet, skinning the pelt slowly and skillfully.
/me would stand up, wiping his robes off, lowering his weapons into his robes once again.
/me would check the cash register for caps, only finding useless pre-war cash.
/me would walk towards the exit of the store, eating any more food he can get away with eating.
/me opens the door, walking out, and shutting it behind him.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would look to the destroyed store, pushing the door open as he walks out from it, drawing his axe as he would look around, smelling for any creature
**A familiar smell of a wolf can be scented nearby**
/me would slowly take a kneel, slowly shimmying closer as he would look for the dog
/me would keep his eyes peeled, spotting it looking right at him...
/me would break from his kneeling stance, charging forward as he attempts to bring his metal boot to the dog’s jaw line
**The dog would rush in to pounce however is met with steel as the dog’s head would completely cave in, flailing back like a ragdoll**
/me would slowly thud over, using his gauntlet as he begins to carve the dog open, pulling the organs aside as he begins to cut the pelt from the animal as well as the meat.
/me would load the meat and pelt into his satchel, leaving the mess of bones as he would stand up to walk back, only to hear a loud metal noise on the wall, as if a bullet has grazed by
/me would turn around to see a lone raider with a hunting rifle, as Bullet would charge forward with a roar, swinging his axe as he would attempt to chop the poor sod down the middle
**The raider would bring his hands up as he yells “NO NO NO NO NO-AHHHHHH!” as the man is cut diagonally down the torso, leaving two crudely cut halves**
/me would kneel down, as he would begin to strip the man of his armor, how little left there may be, sliding it under his robes and sliding it in place
/me would also pat the raider down for any food he may have, but to no avail.
/me would finally turn around once more, walking inside the store and shutting the door behind him
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
Bullet was originally a scavenger by the name of Thomas Hilt. He lived and worked for the town of Redding, where he collected scrap metal to be forged into equipment such as pickaxes or even mine carts for the mining operation of gold in the area. However, in the late 2230s, an enclave assault squad invades the town, killing any who resist; those who did not resist were made into slaves. Thomas was immediately knocked out, and when he woke up again, he had an explosive shock collar on his neck, and shackles, and had been ordered (along with many others) to dig out the lost tunnels of the Mariposa military base.
Despite most of the F.E.V tanks being destroyed inside, the FEV itself had not been destroyed completely, and when the tanks were destroyed, a great deal seeped into the cave tunnels. One day Thomas was doing demolition work with basic Dynamite and pickaxes, along with another group of miners. They rigged the explosives properly to blow a hole into the tunnel, to open it up, which would allow them to expand the tunnel, and use less manpower. However, due to their inexperience with explosives, the sound and the shock wave of the explosion cause a portion of the cave to collapse, opening another part of the tunnel that was filled with the brim with glowing green FEV, it floods in slowly, as the men are flooded,.
When Thomas woke up, the liquid had long since drained through recently-made cracks in the tunnel he found he had been changed. He went to stand up, only to hit his head on the ceiling, he grunted loudly, finding his voice had been altered, he couldn't remember who he was, but he appeared to remember everything else, the enclave, the miners, the only thing he forgot was himself. He lowered himself slightly, realizing the liquid had done something to him; however he had not been sure what, not having known just what he looked like before. He looked over to the cave system, finding it had been blocked off by a rock, he grabs the rock, picking it up with relative ease, finding the rock to be impressively light to him, he tosses it aside, to find a single enclave, trapped under rubble, his power armor crushed beyond use from rocks similar to the size of the rock Bullet had just picked up. He walks over to the man, looking at him, asking him in a very low voice, with minor grammatical errors "Why you not pick up rock? I could do fine." The man screams, panicking at Bullet, and whips out a rusted laser pistol, firing, only to have sparks come out, the energy cell having ruptured. Bullet flinches a moment, before realizing the weapon is no good, he grows mad from the attempt at his life, and grabs the rocks, throwing them off, as the man screams, Bullet grabs the man by his upper and lower waist, as he lets out a angry yell, pulling on either side, the impressive strength (and considering the power armor is already destroyed) proving far too much for the enclave, as he is torn in half with ease, too much ease.
Bullet was shocked, he was just able to tear an enclave in half, and didn’t even bat a sweat, Bullet just assumed that he was always able to do that, not yet aware of the perks of his now changed form. He begins pummeling at the already somewhat broken rock, smashing through until he exits the area to find a battle raging, between a group of human miners and super mutant miners with explosives and single shot pistols, against a battalion of enclave with tri-beam laser rifles and plasma grenades. Bullet realizes that he wants absolutely no part of that, and immediately runs past the room, his arm grazed by one of the lasers as he charges through the exit, the door breaking apart as he runs through.
As he is leaving the base, he hears explosions in the background, as multiple pieces of the building collapse, causing the building to become sealed. He looks at his arm, remembering it had been hit while he was running out of the building, only to see that the wound was already healing itself! He walked down the road, finding a car door mirror; he looked at, realizing his horrifying appearance, a dark green super mutant with rags for clothes, just barely preventing him from being naked. He kneeled over for a closer look, sad for a moment, realizing that he was horribly ugly compared to the others he had barely remembered and roared, quickly punching the car hood out of anger, causing the hood to cave in. He walks down the road, to an old abandoned town, he comes across a pre-war clothing store, mostly empty other then some really long cloth, he takes the long, black cloth, and walks further into the store, before coming across a sewing machine, although he had lost memory of most of his prior self, his basic skills were intact, so he carefully attempts to sew the black cloth together.
After a lot of accidentally stabbing himself with the sewing machine, wasting cloth, and nearly breaking the foot pedal, he eventually created a black cloak, Bullet sighed, putting it around him, to hide his entire body, almost looking like a giant black silhouette. He walks out, heading to the abandoned grocery store, filled with various foods, long since irradiated and expired; but Bullet didn’t care, he needed food, and for all he cared he would rather die from spoiled food, he takes a bite from it, honestly not having anything left to live for. He raises an eyebrow a moment, finding that he doesn’t appear to find it that foul, minutes pass, no bad taste in his mouth, no gag reflex, he continues to eat it, curious, before realizing that his new form must be highly resistant to such things due to a very powerful immune response. Realizing that he has a steady food supply available to him, he grabs the food from the shelf, grabbing a duffle bag from the counter; he loads his bag full of food and water, walking out of the store.
When Bullet walked out, it was night, and there were creatures lurking about, he could not see them, but he could hear them, and even more precisely, smell them. Bullet decided it would be foolish to stay outside during night, and went back inside the store for the night, he had no weapons, and he was not yet fully aware of what he was capable of. The next day, Bullet left the store, and started making his way back to the Mariposa base, to see what became of it, when he arrived, there was nothing left, the enclave were gone, and all that remained was some rubble, and a few dead bodies. Bullet walked over, but found nothing on the bodies. Suddenly, a few stray bullets fly past, as he looks in the distance, seeing a group of raiders taking potshots at Bullet, Bullet quickly picks up one of the dead bodies, throwing them at the raiders, as the body knocks the raiders down, he roars, running in for the charge, as he tramples the raiders, killing them under his sheer weight.
After the encounter, Bullet checks the raiders for equipment, and finds a varmint rifle, still having a basic idea as to how to use it, he tears off the finger guard, to allow him to use the rifle with his huge fingers. Bullet decided that was enough action for the day, so he looted the bodies for ammo and metal and proceeded back home to the abandoned village. Bullet soon realized that the Enclave would be looking for him, considering he is a super mutant who is nearby the used-to-be mariposa base, so Bullet decides he cannot stay long, but before he leaves, he decides to make a makeshift melee weapon, incase his varmint rifle doesn’t work out. He walks over to the car he had smashed up earlier, reaching and tearing out the exhaust pipe, as well as a sheet of metal still attached to it, and began to bend it into a shape somewhat similar to that of a single bladed battleaxe (which I kindly photoshopped a picture of). To a regular human being, this would be the size of a battleaxe, but to bullet, it could be wielded with one or two hands with relative ease. Bullet was also able to conceal it in his huge black cloak due to him being around 8’3 hunched and 1 when un-hunched.
Bullet traveled, for a while, before reaching Minnesota, where he joined up with Super Mutants ‘Bane’ and ‘Wrench’ (KWG veterans may recognize these characters), of the bunch, Bullet was the least wanting to go into combat, seeing as how he was far weaker compared to his near-behemoth sized brethren Bane, and his blood-thirsty yet strategic brethren Wrench. On their first day together, they had encountered a mother deathclaw, which through cooperation (and sheer brute strength) were able to take down together (again, KWG veterans may recognize this mother deathclaw as the worst mother deathclaw Rper on KWG). Bane took the head, as a war trophy, while Bane and Wrench shared in its hide and meat, but Bullet was allowed to keep the mother deathclaw’s hands. Being too large for Bane’s hands, and due to Wrench already being powerful, Wrench helped Bullet fashion the mother deathclaw hand into a gauntlet, which fitted nicely into his cloak, however this disallowed him from using two handed weapons such as a miniguns, but a simple weapon such as a basic rifle or even a pistol was no issue at all. Bullet eventually strayed farther and farther away from his brethren, as the humans got even madder. It eventually became Bullet’s primary concern to clear his own name to avoid Wrench and Bane’s inevitable death. So Bullet was forced to take a risk, and stray into town.
The first time Bullet, even with his cloak, walked into town, literally everybody in the town pulled a gun on him, and aimed (I even recall I took a picture of it), Bullet had managed to convince them to lower their weapons, and they did. After warning the humans that he wanted no part in their destruction, they left bullet alone, for the most part, however they kept nagging bullet to turn on his brothers, and attack them, but Bullet refused, not wishing to be made a pawn of the humans just for their own sake. Years pass, Wrench goes missing, and Bane leads most of the super mutants. Bullet typically pretends he’s with the super mutant group to please bane, but he still does not want to be apart of them at all. Bullet begins to grow concerned, as the remnants of the enclave begin to show up there, however Bullet did not know the Enclave were destroyed, and kept a very large distance away. Somehow however, one of the enclave (you may recognize this enclave to be ‘Gamma’ aka Mammas Meatloaf) managed to win over the trust of many of the super mutants, except for two, Bullet, and ‘Taillight’, a friend of Bullet. Gamma, through convincing Bane that the others were attempting to overthrow him, leads Bane to kill all the other super mutants, except for Taillight and Bullet, Taillight having fled, and Bullet already being far away. Bullet informs Tailight that he should leave, as would Bullet; Taillight declined, saying that he would kill the enclave, so Bullet left Minnesota.
With his varmint rifle, his mother deathclaw gauntlet, and his makeshift “exhaust axe”, he decided to travel east, as far from the enclave as possible, taking his time with the journey, as he re-learned the wasteland, and grew used to his strengths. Thirty years pass before Bullet finally reaches the east coast, his varmint rifle’s bolt action assembly likely torn out of the gun from the rough tugs at the rusted piece of junk. His axe, however, had only gotten better, as Bullet had continued to make modifications as he grew smarter, pouring liquefied metal into the inside of the axe, to make the handle solid, which made it very heavy to a human, but to Bullet’s Herculean strength he could barely tell the difference. He also eventually replaced the dull makeshift blade for a makeshift tempered steel blade welded onto a new SOLID handle securely, for better cutting power and durability. Bullet’s deathclaw gauntlet had remained the same, you can’t really top a mother deathclaw gauntlet unless you got an alpha male deathclaw gauntlet, however that would be far too small for Bullet’s hands, and so he remained using his gauntlet. Bullet skipped town when he reached PA, not even wanting to get near the humans, remaining untrustworthy of them. He remained in this place for a few years, before he caught word of a society somewhere in the Midwest that was not only friendly to super mutants, but also a place where there was purified water, and a lot of game to hunt.
So Bullet takes up his weapons, and he ventures out to the wastes. Bullet of course taking all the shortcuts he knows of (as radiation is of little concern to Bullet) and managing to get there in less then 6 years. By the time he reaches this land it had been a long time; Bullet is fairly eager to examine the populace, and see whether or not they wish to attack him on site. It is unknown at this point what he may face in time. However, Bullet entered the wasteland only to find the rumors to be false, so he left again, wandering off to destinations unknown.
Your Character's equipment:
-A large black cloak under medium armor,
-An axe about the size of a battleaxe to the modern human (however to a super mutant could easily be handled in one hand)
-A Mother Deathclaw Gauntlet
Your Character's Training:
-Blacksmithing expertise
-proficiency in melee
Your Character's Strengths:
-Very strong, very agile,
-He is rather smart as far as super mutants go, but that's not saying much...
Your Character's Weaknesses:
-Small arms and some weapons are impossible for him to use without modifications
-vulnerable to fire due to his cloak.
-holds a MASSIVE BIAS towards enclave, and even brotherhood to an extent
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly Yes
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself. Yes
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. Yes.
Name: TheBloodMaster
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15155616
Character(s): None
What are you applying for?: A protectron turned Mr. Handy.
Physical description: Standing before you would be a floating Mr. Handy, it's armor painted black and red, it is completely sand blasted from head to toe, looking like it literally faced hell itself and lived to tell the tale. it would be carrying a buzz saw, grabbing arm, and a laser emitter, and would speak in a corrupted protectron tone.
Omega 9's SPECIAL
Strength: 1
Perception: 10
Endurance: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 4
Luck: 1
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would fly into the abandoned structure, scanning itself, detecting multiple hull breaches.
/me would speak out in a vocoded british accent, saying "<:: Self-maintenancE mOde activAted...."
/me would circulate his arms around, lowering the power output of it's laser emitter, firing into the hull, heating it up,
/me would take his grabber arm, carefully bending the metal back into place, patching and welding the breach back together.
/me would speak out in a vocoded british accent once again, saying "<:: SelF-maintenanCe moDe coMplete."
/me would let out a few crackled beeps, before speaking out once again, saying "<:: PerfoRming eQuipment eValuation."
/me would circulate his saw, swinging it around a bit, to ensure it is still working, saying "<:: StaGe I, complete."
/me would move his grabber arm, pinching with it, saying "<:: STage II complete."
/me would point his laser emitter, firing it, shooting off a rather high powered laser, saying "<:: StagE III completed, equipment evaluation successful."
/me would turn to the door, flying off.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would hover in to a warehouse, finding a group of 4 raiders inside, he says "<:: Oh mY, hElLo."
*One of the raiders taps the other's shoulder, pointing at the handy as he says "Whoa man, I'm fucking blazed, I see a talking balloon over there!"
/me would look to the raider, as he would say "<:: I aM nOt A bAlloOn!
*The raiders would ignore the handy's comment, saying "Let's pop it!" as they would grab a hold of some knives, charging towards it*
/me would look to the charging raiders, saying "<:: cOmbaT Mode acTivatEd as he would raise his emitter, attempting to fire at one of the raiders, circulating his saw arm in front of him as well, preparing to use it.
*One of the raiders is shot smack dab in the eye, passing through the eye and into the brain, killing the raider instantly, one of the raiders charging forward, attempting to stab through Omega's armor.*
/me would activate his rotary saw, swinging upwards as he would attempt to cleave a giant hole into the raider, and cut him down, all the while lining up his aim on the third raider, able to multitask due to his intelligent perceptive nature in combat.
*The raider is cleaved almost in half by the rotary saw, his final act in this world swinging into the arm of the laser pistol, causing the shot to miss, the other raider attempting to stab into Omega repeatedly.
/me would attempt to turn his saw to cut into the other raider, however his saw is jammed in the entrails of the other raider, and is stabbed repeatedly, the knife piercing a few inches into the armor, not deep enough to cause serious damage, but enough to raise concern, the handy would attempt to pistol whip the raider back with it's mechanical hand.
*The raider would be pistol whipped, however this hardly even phases him, he keeps stabbing.
/me would circulate his arms, moving on to his grabber arm as it would attempt to grab onto the raider by the neck with the grabber arm, and finish it off with a double-tap from the laser emitter.
*The raider is double-tapped twice in the head, it collapses back, dead.*
/me would let out another vocoded statement, saying "<:: CoMbat mode DE-actIvaTed" as he would turn his laser emitter to the raider whose stuck in his saw, shooting the entrails until his saw is free,
/me would spin the saw, to free any trapped blood or bits on the saw.
/me would turn, floating out calmly.
/me would open the door with his grabber arm, floating out the door.
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
The story of Omega-9 is not for the faint of heart, and only bad things can come from the story you're about to hear. Omega 9 started out as a security protectron for a private science team stationed somewhere in Mississippi. As time went on, the odds of nuclear war became more and more apparent to the science team, so the science team formed a contingency plan, they began building bunkers where science personnel who could not be situated in vaults due to time restraints or for their work being deemed "non-essential" by vault-tec. Meanwhile, the various protectrons assigned to the science team were reprogrammed with one goal in mind: To locate the descendants of scientific personnel and unite them in hopes of creating a better wasteland for all. With this goal, they were also given estimated geographical data of the wasteland come time of total atomic annihilation, and stored in mini bunkers that kept them safe.
And so, Omega-9 was one of these fated protectrons, and was put into one of these bunkers. By the time the bombs dropped, Omega was nice and safe inside his mini-bunker. Centuries passed, before he was finally re-activated, his new programming kicking in, he exited the vault, and went in search of the personnel. He surfaced nearby Antietam, where he was soon after captured by enclave and turned into an enclave robot. This would not last long however, not only did the enclave neglect to overwrite his programming, but Omega-9 was given freeform programming, so it was not long before he waddled out of the base, where he was promptly pummeled by NCR but spared under the realization that it wasn't really enclave tech.
Despite these setbacks, Omega-9's mission was not a complete failure, in fact it was a success. After months of searching he finally located one of the science personnel's daughters, who had actually pursued the art of science. Because of this, Omega-9's original programming was temporarily re-instated, to guard the science team's personnel. However, it became more and more apparent that Omega 9's body was rapidly deteriorating, and was no longer fit for the wasteland environment. Because of this, the daughter, named Alice, acquired the body of an old Mr. Handy robot, and removed Omega's AI core, and tinkered with it. After days of complex code merging, and jury rigging code just to make it work, the AI core was finally transferred to the Mr. Handy's AI core, the protectron AI core also being put in there as backup systems. Alice also took the protectron's POWERFUL laser emitter, installing it to where the blowtorch once had been. When Alice activated the Handytron (as I like to call him) something odd happened. It accept coding from both softwares, causing a jumbled mess of excess code and all sorts of conflicts.
As you can imagine, such a monstrosity had it's issues, and it's programming going haywire, eventually going rogue and exploring the wastes in a desperate attempt to figure out what he is and what his purpose is in life. Eventually crossing paths with a man named Dusk who shot him repeatedly, and took his AI core, burying the handytron. This would be the end for Omega-9, had his programming not been as robust as it was, the second AI core in it's head running through millions of lines of code, attempting to restore control to it's useless physical form. It took 20 years, but Omega-9 eventually succeeded, when he did, Omega-9 whirred out from the ground, using all of it's strength to push itself out from the sand.
Omega-9 now spends his days wandering the wastes, pondering his existence and studying the land around him, about as rampant as an AI can be without being savage.
Your Character's equipment:
-Technically none.
Your Character's Training:
-None
Your Character's Strengths:
-The ONE THING Omega has going for him is his EXCEPTIONAL intelligence and perception, able to perform actions with great planning and with great accuracy in and out of combat, capable of making rapid accurate shots with his laser emitter from great distances away, landing precise shots.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
-It's programming is a complete mess, everything from coding conflict to prolonged damage and exposure to the elements have turned this droid from a jolly protectron into the suffering automaton that it is today.
-It's armor can be pierced by 5.56 rounds or higher, or blunt force trauma.
-It is very cautious of humans due to all encounters with them ending badly.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly Yes
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself. Robots don't feel fear, so I accept, but my app overrides this term of agreement.
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. I accept, however Mr. Handys can't use power armor, so this is redundant.
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15155616
Character(s): None
What are you applying for?: A veteran mercenary with equipment as well as training in a multitude of things.
Physical description:
A 6'1 male within his late 20s, he is wearing a pair of heavily reinforced leather armor with a large black trenchcoat over the armor. He is wearing a gasmask with a helmet on it. He would have a one-peice sword sheathed to his waist, clearly made from decent-high quality steel. On his right arm would be a matt black pipboy.
Sierra's SPECIAL: (going off of FO4's character builder, SPECIAL may vary depending on what you are given for allocating SPECIAL points because FO3 and FONV give more points then FO4.)
Strength: 10
Perception: 1
Endurance: 2
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 1
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would open the door to his home, closing it beahind him as he would let out a yawn, locking the door behind him as he would remove his gasmask and helmet.
/me would set it down on the table, drawing his sword as he would run his finger across it, testing the sharpness of the blade, finding it to be adequately sharp enough he would set it down, drawing a rag as he would clean any residual dust that may be on the blade.
/me would walk to the bathroom area, taking a bottle of purified water from his belt, pouring some water into his hand as e would wipe it around his face, before taking a rag, wiping his face off, cleaning any dirt that may be on his face.
/me would squeeze the rag out, setting it back on the sink, putting the bottle back in his pocket, as he would fix his hair a bit, humming to himself quietly.
/me would walk out of the bathroom, walking over to a radio stationed on the table, turning on the radio, beginning to emit some classic tunes.
/me would then walk over to the sofa, sitting on it, before laying down, placing his hand on his dagger.
/me would close his eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
/me would wake up once again, checking his pipboy to find that he's been asleep for about three hours, he would get up.
/me would walk over to the table, securing his gasmask and helmet, walking over to the door
/me would unlock the door, walking out and locking it once again.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would stroll through the dead city, bringing his glare to see a raider swinging his bat repeatedly into a man kicking and screaming on the floor.
/me would bring his left hand to his sword, drawing it, begining to speedwalk over, yelling "HEY!" to get the raider's attention.
*The raider would turn, hearing Sierra, before sending a swing into the man's head, rupturing the man's skull and killing the man on the spot*
/me would grasp his blade on two hands, charging forward as he would bring his blade to swing into the man's bat, trying to bring him into a stagger.
*The raider would be hardly phased, little does Sierra know, the raider had taken buffout and psycho shortly before their engagement, as he lets out a roar that would phase even a super mutant, sending a swing towards Sierra's head.*
/me would bring his blade into a drop parry, causing the bat to slide off the trajectory of the parry, saving him from a rather lethal swing, he would swing down against the man's forearm, attempting to cause a minute wound to force the raider to get angrier and over-exert himself further.
*The blade would slice across the raider's forearm, hardly phasing him as he roars out, bringing his hand to backhand Sierra as a means to stagger him, before attempting to send a down pound into his head*
/me would be staggered by the backhand, drawing upon his agility to hop to the right, narrowly dodging the swing, as he would bring his blade across the raider's open guard, attempting to decapitate the raider.
*The raider would let go of his bat, bringing his right hand to GRAB the sword, causing it to split into his hand and render his hand utterly useless, however Sierra finds his blade locked within the man's hand, the raider attempting to deck Sierra in the face repeatedly.*
/me is punched about twice before he lets go of his sword, drawing his dagger as he lunges forward, attempting to stab him in the torso repeatedly
*The raider is stabbed several times, some strikes being soaked by the raider's torso armor, however most pierce, the raider would swing his right hand, the sword still imbedded into it towards Sierra, attempting to stun him.*
/me would bring his left hand up, attempting to grab the sword by the handle, and swing it outwards, attempting to slice it out of the hand, and break his "grip" on the sword
*The sword is dislodged in a painful display of blood and bone, blood pouring out from the hand, chunks of bone falling out.*
/me would bring his blade back, attempting to swing for the raider once again, aiming for a decapitation
*The raider brings up what's left of his hand, severing his fingers, however the blade keeps going, colliding into hte side of the raider's neck, and slicing it off in a powerful cleave.*
/me would bring his blade back, sheathing it.
/me would turn, walking off.
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
3 PARAGRPHS? PFFFFFT MAN 3 IS A JOKE, HOW ABOUT 50+ INSTEAD? It's so long that I am legitimately afraid to post it in this thread, so here's a pastebin.
pastebin.com/UC8d3xkc
Your Character's equipment:
-1 pair of heavily reinforced leather armor over a black trenchcoat + a gasmask and helmet.
-1 pipboy 3000,
-1 one-peice sword
-1 dagger
Your Character's Training:
-Advanced/master in melee combat
-Proficient unarmed combat
-proficient work with blacksmithing
-Proficient work with treating wounds (excluding plasma, radiation, organ damage, and brain damage, he lacks the experience nor the equipment to properly treat those.)
-basic knowledge on most firearms and energy weapons (excluding explosive launchers, laser Gatling guns, and plasma rifles/casters)
-knowledge on how to maintain, repair, and slightly modify guns, (extended barrels, sawed offs, that sorta thing.)
Your Character's Strengths:
-He is something of a monster in CQC, if you get within CQC range with him, unless you have a superior physique and/or equipment to him you will lose ten times out of ten (unless you flee), only the best equipment, physique, and tactical use of said assets will get you through a CQC fight with him, god forbid it be a sword fight.
-His armor allows him to withstand multiple medium-caliber rounds, however any round that's 7.62 or higher is going to pierce his armor easily.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
-Despite Sierra's best efforts, he suffers against engaging multiple combatants at once, or combatants superior in strength to him (such as super mutants), this tactic is one even he can't exactly counter without investing time into a weapon capable of crowd control.
-Sierra suffers from several psychological issues, and is heavily prone to daymares when idle, although not so much when in the midst of combat.
-Sierra has the near uncontrollable urge to kill whoever he feels has wronged himself or the world, feeling morally obligated to rid the world of such a wrongdoing from happening again, this can cause him to go after anyone no matter their equipment or position in the world, whether it be a mere beggar or a brotherhood paladin with a fatman, except someone he considers to be a very close friend of his, speaking of which...
-Sierra holds a bias towards people he considers to be his very close friend, and as such will go to incredible lengths to try to keep them save, if one were to exploit one in order to force Sierra's hand, this would be a viable tactic.
-He hates psychiatrists... It's a long story.
-He has a fear of the legion and deathclaws, although the former being a far more compelling fear. He's lost several close friends to the legion and even himself at one point, he will be more likely to flee if he so much as sees a legion, even a recruit. As for deathclaws he would typically attempt to flee unless one of his close friends were being harmed, then he would provide limited support in the form of distracting the deathclaw then quickly fleeing.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly Yes,
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself. Yes, although my auths specify a lack of in certain circumstantial situations. However when no such incident is occurring I will likely attempt to flee.
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. This is unnecessary for me I will not be repairing power armor, but yes.
Name: TheBloodMaster
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15155616
Character(s): None
What are you applying for?: A super mutant by the name of 'Bullet'
Physical description: An 8'3 figure (9'1 when un-hunched) hunched figure wearing a black cloak, which disfigures his entire form, he appears to have a very low toned voice, and walks noticeably loud. He has a broken varmint rifle slung to his back. Under his cloak his skin is gray from the lack of sunlight, and he has a mother deathclaw gauntlet strapped to his right hand, and an axe sheathed inside his cloak, both of which concealed.
Bullet's SPECIAL
Strength: 10
Perception: 1
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 8
Luck: 1
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would heft himself in to the store, with a loud grunt.
/me shuts the door behind him rather loudly, drawing his gauntlet and his axe, roaming the hall, searching for food.
/me would find some fancy lad apples, taking them, and cramming his face with the snacks, his hunger not satiated, he continues roaming the hall.
/me would continue down the halls, eating whatever snacks he can get away with, his advanced body rendering him almost immune to poison and outright immune to radiation.
/me would raise an eyebrow, looking down the end of the corridor to find a dead dog, he waltz over to it, kneeling down, beginning to cut apart the dog's corpse, eating it carefully.
/me would wipe his face off, before taking his gauntlet, skinning the pelt slowly and skillfully.
/me would stand up, wiping his robes off, lowering his weapons into his robes once again.
/me would check the cash register for caps, only finding useless pre-war cash.
/me would walk towards the exit of the store, eating any more food he can get away with eating.
/me opens the door, walking out, and shutting it behind him.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would look to the destroyed store, pushing the door open as he walks out from it, drawing his axe as he would look around, smelling for any creature
**A familiar smell of a wolf can be scented nearby**
/me would slowly take a kneel, slowly shimmying closer as he would look for the dog
/me would keep his eyes peeled, spotting it looking right at him...
/me would break from his kneeling stance, charging forward as he attempts to bring his metal boot to the dog’s jaw line
**The dog would rush in to pounce however is met with steel as the dog’s head would completely cave in, flailing back like a ragdoll**
/me would slowly thud over, using his gauntlet as he begins to carve the dog open, pulling the organs aside as he begins to cut the pelt from the animal as well as the meat.
/me would load the meat and pelt into his satchel, leaving the mess of bones as he would stand up to walk back, only to hear a loud metal noise on the wall, as if a bullet has grazed by
/me would turn around to see a lone raider with a hunting rifle, as Bullet would charge forward with a roar, swinging his axe as he would attempt to chop the poor sod down the middle
**The raider would bring his hands up as he yells “NO NO NO NO NO-AHHHHHH!” as the man is cut diagonally down the torso, leaving two crudely cut halves**
/me would kneel down, as he would begin to strip the man of his armor, how little left there may be, sliding it under his robes and sliding it in place
/me would also pat the raider down for any food he may have, but to no avail.
/me would finally turn around once more, walking inside the store and shutting the door behind him
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
Bullet was originally a scavenger by the name of Thomas Hilt. He lived and worked for the town of Redding, where he collected scrap metal to be forged into equipment such as pickaxes or even mine carts for the mining operation of gold in the area. However, in the late 2230s, an enclave assault squad invades the town, killing any who resist; those who did not resist were made into slaves. Thomas was immediately knocked out, and when he woke up again, he had an explosive shock collar on his neck, and shackles, and had been ordered (along with many others) to dig out the lost tunnels of the Mariposa military base.
Despite most of the F.E.V tanks being destroyed inside, the FEV itself had not been destroyed completely, and when the tanks were destroyed, a great deal seeped into the cave tunnels. One day Thomas was doing demolition work with basic Dynamite and pickaxes, along with another group of miners. They rigged the explosives properly to blow a hole into the tunnel, to open it up, which would allow them to expand the tunnel, and use less manpower. However, due to their inexperience with explosives, the sound and the shock wave of the explosion cause a portion of the cave to collapse, opening another part of the tunnel that was filled with the brim with glowing green FEV, it floods in slowly, as the men are flooded,.
When Thomas woke up, the liquid had long since drained through recently-made cracks in the tunnel he found he had been changed. He went to stand up, only to hit his head on the ceiling, he grunted loudly, finding his voice had been altered, he couldn't remember who he was, but he appeared to remember everything else, the enclave, the miners, the only thing he forgot was himself. He lowered himself slightly, realizing the liquid had done something to him; however he had not been sure what, not having known just what he looked like before. He looked over to the cave system, finding it had been blocked off by a rock, he grabs the rock, picking it up with relative ease, finding the rock to be impressively light to him, he tosses it aside, to find a single enclave, trapped under rubble, his power armor crushed beyond use from rocks similar to the size of the rock Bullet had just picked up. He walks over to the man, looking at him, asking him in a very low voice, with minor grammatical errors "Why you not pick up rock? I could do fine." The man screams, panicking at Bullet, and whips out a rusted laser pistol, firing, only to have sparks come out, the energy cell having ruptured. Bullet flinches a moment, before realizing the weapon is no good, he grows mad from the attempt at his life, and grabs the rocks, throwing them off, as the man screams, Bullet grabs the man by his upper and lower waist, as he lets out a angry yell, pulling on either side, the impressive strength (and considering the power armor is already destroyed) proving far too much for the enclave, as he is torn in half with ease, too much ease.
Bullet was shocked, he was just able to tear an enclave in half, and didn’t even bat a sweat, Bullet just assumed that he was always able to do that, not yet aware of the perks of his now changed form. He begins pummeling at the already somewhat broken rock, smashing through until he exits the area to find a battle raging, between a group of human miners and super mutant miners with explosives and single shot pistols, against a battalion of enclave with tri-beam laser rifles and plasma grenades. Bullet realizes that he wants absolutely no part of that, and immediately runs past the room, his arm grazed by one of the lasers as he charges through the exit, the door breaking apart as he runs through.
As he is leaving the base, he hears explosions in the background, as multiple pieces of the building collapse, causing the building to become sealed. He looks at his arm, remembering it had been hit while he was running out of the building, only to see that the wound was already healing itself! He walked down the road, finding a car door mirror; he looked at, realizing his horrifying appearance, a dark green super mutant with rags for clothes, just barely preventing him from being naked. He kneeled over for a closer look, sad for a moment, realizing that he was horribly ugly compared to the others he had barely remembered and roared, quickly punching the car hood out of anger, causing the hood to cave in. He walks down the road, to an old abandoned town, he comes across a pre-war clothing store, mostly empty other then some really long cloth, he takes the long, black cloth, and walks further into the store, before coming across a sewing machine, although he had lost memory of most of his prior self, his basic skills were intact, so he carefully attempts to sew the black cloth together.
After a lot of accidentally stabbing himself with the sewing machine, wasting cloth, and nearly breaking the foot pedal, he eventually created a black cloak, Bullet sighed, putting it around him, to hide his entire body, almost looking like a giant black silhouette. He walks out, heading to the abandoned grocery store, filled with various foods, long since irradiated and expired; but Bullet didn’t care, he needed food, and for all he cared he would rather die from spoiled food, he takes a bite from it, honestly not having anything left to live for. He raises an eyebrow a moment, finding that he doesn’t appear to find it that foul, minutes pass, no bad taste in his mouth, no gag reflex, he continues to eat it, curious, before realizing that his new form must be highly resistant to such things due to a very powerful immune response. Realizing that he has a steady food supply available to him, he grabs the food from the shelf, grabbing a duffle bag from the counter; he loads his bag full of food and water, walking out of the store.
When Bullet walked out, it was night, and there were creatures lurking about, he could not see them, but he could hear them, and even more precisely, smell them. Bullet decided it would be foolish to stay outside during night, and went back inside the store for the night, he had no weapons, and he was not yet fully aware of what he was capable of. The next day, Bullet left the store, and started making his way back to the Mariposa base, to see what became of it, when he arrived, there was nothing left, the enclave were gone, and all that remained was some rubble, and a few dead bodies. Bullet walked over, but found nothing on the bodies. Suddenly, a few stray bullets fly past, as he looks in the distance, seeing a group of raiders taking potshots at Bullet, Bullet quickly picks up one of the dead bodies, throwing them at the raiders, as the body knocks the raiders down, he roars, running in for the charge, as he tramples the raiders, killing them under his sheer weight.
After the encounter, Bullet checks the raiders for equipment, and finds a varmint rifle, still having a basic idea as to how to use it, he tears off the finger guard, to allow him to use the rifle with his huge fingers. Bullet decided that was enough action for the day, so he looted the bodies for ammo and metal and proceeded back home to the abandoned village. Bullet soon realized that the Enclave would be looking for him, considering he is a super mutant who is nearby the used-to-be mariposa base, so Bullet decides he cannot stay long, but before he leaves, he decides to make a makeshift melee weapon, incase his varmint rifle doesn’t work out. He walks over to the car he had smashed up earlier, reaching and tearing out the exhaust pipe, as well as a sheet of metal still attached to it, and began to bend it into a shape somewhat similar to that of a single bladed battleaxe (which I kindly photoshopped a picture of). To a regular human being, this would be the size of a battleaxe, but to bullet, it could be wielded with one or two hands with relative ease. Bullet was also able to conceal it in his huge black cloak due to him being around 8’3 hunched and 1 when un-hunched.
Bullet traveled, for a while, before reaching Minnesota, where he joined up with Super Mutants ‘Bane’ and ‘Wrench’ (KWG veterans may recognize these characters), of the bunch, Bullet was the least wanting to go into combat, seeing as how he was far weaker compared to his near-behemoth sized brethren Bane, and his blood-thirsty yet strategic brethren Wrench. On their first day together, they had encountered a mother deathclaw, which through cooperation (and sheer brute strength) were able to take down together (again, KWG veterans may recognize this mother deathclaw as the worst mother deathclaw Rper on KWG). Bane took the head, as a war trophy, while Bane and Wrench shared in its hide and meat, but Bullet was allowed to keep the mother deathclaw’s hands. Being too large for Bane’s hands, and due to Wrench already being powerful, Wrench helped Bullet fashion the mother deathclaw hand into a gauntlet, which fitted nicely into his cloak, however this disallowed him from using two handed weapons such as a miniguns, but a simple weapon such as a basic rifle or even a pistol was no issue at all. Bullet eventually strayed farther and farther away from his brethren, as the humans got even madder. It eventually became Bullet’s primary concern to clear his own name to avoid Wrench and Bane’s inevitable death. So Bullet was forced to take a risk, and stray into town.
The first time Bullet, even with his cloak, walked into town, literally everybody in the town pulled a gun on him, and aimed (I even recall I took a picture of it), Bullet had managed to convince them to lower their weapons, and they did. After warning the humans that he wanted no part in their destruction, they left bullet alone, for the most part, however they kept nagging bullet to turn on his brothers, and attack them, but Bullet refused, not wishing to be made a pawn of the humans just for their own sake. Years pass, Wrench goes missing, and Bane leads most of the super mutants. Bullet typically pretends he’s with the super mutant group to please bane, but he still does not want to be apart of them at all. Bullet begins to grow concerned, as the remnants of the enclave begin to show up there, however Bullet did not know the Enclave were destroyed, and kept a very large distance away. Somehow however, one of the enclave (you may recognize this enclave to be ‘Gamma’ aka Mammas Meatloaf) managed to win over the trust of many of the super mutants, except for two, Bullet, and ‘Taillight’, a friend of Bullet. Gamma, through convincing Bane that the others were attempting to overthrow him, leads Bane to kill all the other super mutants, except for Taillight and Bullet, Taillight having fled, and Bullet already being far away. Bullet informs Tailight that he should leave, as would Bullet; Taillight declined, saying that he would kill the enclave, so Bullet left Minnesota.
With his varmint rifle, his mother deathclaw gauntlet, and his makeshift “exhaust axe”, he decided to travel east, as far from the enclave as possible, taking his time with the journey, as he re-learned the wasteland, and grew used to his strengths. Thirty years pass before Bullet finally reaches the east coast, his varmint rifle’s bolt action assembly likely torn out of the gun from the rough tugs at the rusted piece of junk. His axe, however, had only gotten better, as Bullet had continued to make modifications as he grew smarter, pouring liquefied metal into the inside of the axe, to make the handle solid, which made it very heavy to a human, but to Bullet’s Herculean strength he could barely tell the difference. He also eventually replaced the dull makeshift blade for a makeshift tempered steel blade welded onto a new SOLID handle securely, for better cutting power and durability. Bullet’s deathclaw gauntlet had remained the same, you can’t really top a mother deathclaw gauntlet unless you got an alpha male deathclaw gauntlet, however that would be far too small for Bullet’s hands, and so he remained using his gauntlet. Bullet skipped town when he reached PA, not even wanting to get near the humans, remaining untrustworthy of them. He remained in this place for a few years, before he caught word of a society somewhere in the Midwest that was not only friendly to super mutants, but also a place where there was purified water, and a lot of game to hunt.
So Bullet takes up his weapons, and he ventures out to the wastes. Bullet of course taking all the shortcuts he knows of (as radiation is of little concern to Bullet) and managing to get there in less then 6 years. By the time he reaches this land it had been a long time; Bullet is fairly eager to examine the populace, and see whether or not they wish to attack him on site. It is unknown at this point what he may face in time. However, Bullet entered the wasteland only to find the rumors to be false, so he left again, wandering off to destinations unknown.
Your Character's equipment:
-A large black cloak under medium armor,
-An axe about the size of a battleaxe to the modern human (however to a super mutant could easily be handled in one hand)
-A Mother Deathclaw Gauntlet
Your Character's Training:
-Blacksmithing expertise
-proficiency in melee
Your Character's Strengths:
-Very strong, very agile,
-He is rather smart as far as super mutants go, but that's not saying much...
Your Character's Weaknesses:
-Small arms and some weapons are impossible for him to use without modifications
-vulnerable to fire due to his cloak.
-holds a MASSIVE BIAS towards enclave, and even brotherhood to an extent
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly Yes
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself. Yes
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. Yes.
Name: TheBloodMaster
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:15155616
Character(s): None
What are you applying for?: A protectron turned Mr. Handy.
Physical description: Standing before you would be a floating Mr. Handy, it's armor painted black and red, it is completely sand blasted from head to toe, looking like it literally faced hell itself and lived to tell the tale. it would be carrying a buzz saw, grabbing arm, and a laser emitter, and would speak in a corrupted protectron tone.
Omega 9's SPECIAL
Strength: 1
Perception: 10
Endurance: 1
Charisma: 1
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 4
Luck: 1
Give a 10 /me minimum passive RP (ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would fly into the abandoned structure, scanning itself, detecting multiple hull breaches.
/me would speak out in a vocoded british accent, saying "<:: Self-maintenancE mOde activAted...."
/me would circulate his arms around, lowering the power output of it's laser emitter, firing into the hull, heating it up,
/me would take his grabber arm, carefully bending the metal back into place, patching and welding the breach back together.
/me would speak out in a vocoded british accent once again, saying "<:: SelF-maintenanCe moDe coMplete."
/me would let out a few crackled beeps, before speaking out once again, saying "<:: PerfoRming eQuipment eValuation."
/me would circulate his saw, swinging it around a bit, to ensure it is still working, saying "<:: StaGe I, complete."
/me would move his grabber arm, pinching with it, saying "<:: STage II complete."
/me would point his laser emitter, firing it, shooting off a rather high powered laser, saying "<:: StagE III completed, equipment evaluation successful."
/me would turn to the door, flying off.
Give a 10 /me minimum combat RP (Rape ERP will result in instant denial)
/me would hover in to a warehouse, finding a group of 4 raiders inside, he says "<:: Oh mY, hElLo."
*One of the raiders taps the other's shoulder, pointing at the handy as he says "Whoa man, I'm fucking blazed, I see a talking balloon over there!"
/me would look to the raider, as he would say "<:: I aM nOt A bAlloOn!
*The raiders would ignore the handy's comment, saying "Let's pop it!" as they would grab a hold of some knives, charging towards it*
/me would look to the charging raiders, saying "<:: cOmbaT Mode acTivatEd as he would raise his emitter, attempting to fire at one of the raiders, circulating his saw arm in front of him as well, preparing to use it.
*One of the raiders is shot smack dab in the eye, passing through the eye and into the brain, killing the raider instantly, one of the raiders charging forward, attempting to stab through Omega's armor.*
/me would activate his rotary saw, swinging upwards as he would attempt to cleave a giant hole into the raider, and cut him down, all the while lining up his aim on the third raider, able to multitask due to his intelligent perceptive nature in combat.
*The raider is cleaved almost in half by the rotary saw, his final act in this world swinging into the arm of the laser pistol, causing the shot to miss, the other raider attempting to stab into Omega repeatedly.
/me would attempt to turn his saw to cut into the other raider, however his saw is jammed in the entrails of the other raider, and is stabbed repeatedly, the knife piercing a few inches into the armor, not deep enough to cause serious damage, but enough to raise concern, the handy would attempt to pistol whip the raider back with it's mechanical hand.
*The raider would be pistol whipped, however this hardly even phases him, he keeps stabbing.
/me would circulate his arms, moving on to his grabber arm as it would attempt to grab onto the raider by the neck with the grabber arm, and finish it off with a double-tap from the laser emitter.
*The raider is double-tapped twice in the head, it collapses back, dead.*
/me would let out another vocoded statement, saying "<:: CoMbat mode DE-actIvaTed" as he would turn his laser emitter to the raider whose stuck in his saw, shooting the entrails until his saw is free,
/me would spin the saw, to free any trapped blood or bits on the saw.
/me would turn, floating out calmly.
/me would open the door with his grabber arm, floating out the door.
Backstory (3 paragraphs minimum, include how you got your training and equipment)
The story of Omega-9 is not for the faint of heart, and only bad things can come from the story you're about to hear. Omega 9 started out as a security protectron for a private science team stationed somewhere in Mississippi. As time went on, the odds of nuclear war became more and more apparent to the science team, so the science team formed a contingency plan, they began building bunkers where science personnel who could not be situated in vaults due to time restraints or for their work being deemed "non-essential" by vault-tec. Meanwhile, the various protectrons assigned to the science team were reprogrammed with one goal in mind: To locate the descendants of scientific personnel and unite them in hopes of creating a better wasteland for all. With this goal, they were also given estimated geographical data of the wasteland come time of total atomic annihilation, and stored in mini bunkers that kept them safe.
And so, Omega-9 was one of these fated protectrons, and was put into one of these bunkers. By the time the bombs dropped, Omega was nice and safe inside his mini-bunker. Centuries passed, before he was finally re-activated, his new programming kicking in, he exited the vault, and went in search of the personnel. He surfaced nearby Antietam, where he was soon after captured by enclave and turned into an enclave robot. This would not last long however, not only did the enclave neglect to overwrite his programming, but Omega-9 was given freeform programming, so it was not long before he waddled out of the base, where he was promptly pummeled by NCR but spared under the realization that it wasn't really enclave tech.
Despite these setbacks, Omega-9's mission was not a complete failure, in fact it was a success. After months of searching he finally located one of the science personnel's daughters, who had actually pursued the art of science. Because of this, Omega-9's original programming was temporarily re-instated, to guard the science team's personnel. However, it became more and more apparent that Omega 9's body was rapidly deteriorating, and was no longer fit for the wasteland environment. Because of this, the daughter, named Alice, acquired the body of an old Mr. Handy robot, and removed Omega's AI core, and tinkered with it. After days of complex code merging, and jury rigging code just to make it work, the AI core was finally transferred to the Mr. Handy's AI core, the protectron AI core also being put in there as backup systems. Alice also took the protectron's POWERFUL laser emitter, installing it to where the blowtorch once had been. When Alice activated the Handytron (as I like to call him) something odd happened. It accept coding from both softwares, causing a jumbled mess of excess code and all sorts of conflicts.
As you can imagine, such a monstrosity had it's issues, and it's programming going haywire, eventually going rogue and exploring the wastes in a desperate attempt to figure out what he is and what his purpose is in life. Eventually crossing paths with a man named Dusk who shot him repeatedly, and took his AI core, burying the handytron. This would be the end for Omega-9, had his programming not been as robust as it was, the second AI core in it's head running through millions of lines of code, attempting to restore control to it's useless physical form. It took 20 years, but Omega-9 eventually succeeded, when he did, Omega-9 whirred out from the ground, using all of it's strength to push itself out from the sand.
Omega-9 now spends his days wandering the wastes, pondering his existence and studying the land around him, about as rampant as an AI can be without being savage.
Your Character's equipment:
-Technically none.
Your Character's Training:
-None
Your Character's Strengths:
-The ONE THING Omega has going for him is his EXCEPTIONAL intelligence and perception, able to perform actions with great planning and with great accuracy in and out of combat, capable of making rapid accurate shots with his laser emitter from great distances away, landing precise shots.
Your Character's Weaknesses:
-It's programming is a complete mess, everything from coding conflict to prolonged damage and exposure to the elements have turned this droid from a jolly protectron into the suffering automaton that it is today.
-It's armor can be pierced by 5.56 rounds or higher, or blunt force trauma.
-It is very cautious of humans due to all encounters with them ending badly.
TERMS AND CONDITIONS: (failure to accept will result in a denial)
1: You will be expected to RP your strengths and weaknesses accordingly Yes
2: No matter what your auths, unless you're auths specify your lack thereof, you are expected to still be capable of fear RP, nobody -wants- to 1 V 1 a super mutant, even if you are a super mutant yourself. Robots don't feel fear, so I accept, but my app overrides this term of agreement.
3: If you are applying for power armor (god forbid) and it is somehow accepted, you will be expected to RP your power armor needing to refuel at a 1:1 ratio with the game (fusion cores drain every 20 minutes), remember, power armor was not meant for long term use, and was meant for combat engagements. You will also need to RP repairing said power armor if it comes under fire. I accept, however Mr. Handys can't use power armor, so this is redundant.
