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[StorytellerLathos]

Name:
Appearance: (Description or picture, either is fine)
Armor: (Don’t grab anything overpowered, such as Power armor, black armor, etc.)
Weapons: (Again don’t take something overpowered, such as plasma weapons and energy weapons)
Afilliation: (BoS, Minutemen, N/A, etc.)
Personality:
History:
Perk: (Pick a perk from the games that best fits you’re character)
Other: (Optional)

 

[Terrick]

Name: Gram Mercer

Appearance: An older man with graying hair, short beard, athletic body, medium height with a scar running down the right side of his face. His skin is slightly tanned from being out in the sun.

Armor: Leather armor

Weapons: Bowie Knight, a .44 Magnum named Harry, and a Brush gun.

Affiliation: former NCR Ranger

Personality: Due to his years of combat Gram has become a rather gruff and straight forward individual. He does have a softer side, mainly to those that he likes, where he jokes and shares words of wisdom with others, but those people are few and far between. To others he can come off as sarcastic, rude, but reliable in a fight.

History: Growing up, Gram was the son of a caravan guard, so he was taught how to use the rifle at a young age. As the years went on he found himself joining the NCR. Working his way through the ranks until he became an Elite, the training was hard, and he did not do well with his commanding officers during training, breaking the nose of one when he disrespected him during they first day of training. After the training was over he became part of a squad who, after years of work, got to wear the black armor. But a falling out soon happened. As the NCR wanted to expand further they were finding themselves coming into conflict with various forces, Gram finally did some investigating him. He found that most of the forces they were fighting in the new land they were training to conquer were hardly anything more than peaceful tribes with a few rifles. Bringing this up with the higher ups, he was told to just mind his place. That night he removed his armor, put on some leather armor, and grabbed the items he knew he would need out there in the wastes and left the NCR for good. He now wanders the waste, doing whatever is needed to be done.

Perk: Cowboy

Other: Still carries his NCR dog tags around his neck, his canteen at his waste, and a flask filled with whiskey in his left boot.

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Name: Gram Mercer

Appearance: An older man with graying hair, short beard, athletic body, medium height with a scar running down the right side of his face. His skin is slightly tanned from being out in the sun.

Armor: Leather armor

Weapons: Bowie Knight, a .44 Magnum named Harry, and a Brush gun.

Affiliation: former NCR Ranger

Personality: Due to his years of combat Gram has become a rather gruff and straight forward individual. He does have a softer side, mainly to those that he likes, where he jokes and shares words of wisdom with others, but those people are few and far between. To others he can come off as sarcastic, rude, but reliable in a fight.

History: Growing up, Gram was the son of a caravan guard, so he was taught how to use the rifle at a young age. As the years went on he found himself joining the NCR. Working his way through the ranks until he became an Elite, the training was hard, and he did not do well with his commanding officers during training, breaking the nose of one when he disrespected him during they first day of training. After the training was over he became part of a squad who, after years of work, got to wear the black armor. But a falling out soon happened. As the NCR wanted to expand further they were finding themselves coming into conflict with various forces, Gram finally did some investigating him. He found that most of the forces they were fighting in the new land they were training to conquer were hardly anything more than peaceful tribes with a few rifles. Bringing this up with the higher ups, he was told to just mind his place. That night he removed his armor, put on some leather armor, and grabbed the items he knew he would need out there in the wastes and left the NCR for good. He now wanders the waste, doing whatever is needed to be done.

Perk: Cowboy

Other: Still carries his NCR dog tags around his neck, his canteen at his waste, and a flask filled with whiskey in his left boot.

Spoiler: Accepted!

 

[Octo Girl]

Name: Ashlynn Corro

Appearance:



Armor: Basic armor (Her clothing and some tire armor she took off of some raiders a bit back.)

Weapons: A handmade rifle she has made better over time.

Afilliation: N/A

Personality: TBD or WIP

History: Ashlynn used to work with a few scavengers at an old Red Rocket station the had turned into a sort of base/armory. Some raiders tore it down faster than it had been put up. Ashlynn was able to make it out alive and her mechanical experiences survived with her. She wandered the new york wastelands before she set up a shop in an auto body shop called "Corrosion Kingdoms." Which she took letters out of the sign until it became "Corro____ Kingdom_" It is esentially a shop on the edge of a small neighborhood where it is sectioned off with fencing. She uses the shop to work on old robots, pip boys, guns, and various other mechanics.

Perk: Quick Hands

Other: (Optional)

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Name: Ashlynn Corro

Appearance:

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Armor: Basic armor (Her clothing and some tire armor she took off of some raiders a bit back.)

Weapons: A handmade rifle she has made better over time.

Afilliation: N/A

Personality: TBD or WIP

History: Ashlynn used to work with a few scavengers at an old Red Rocket station the had turned into a sort of base/armory. Some raiders tore it down faster than it had been put up. Ashlynn was able to make it out alive and her mechanical experiences survived with her. She wandered the new york wastelands before she set up a shop in an auto body shop called "Corrosion Kingdoms." Which she took letters out of the sign until it became "Corro____ Kingdom_" It is esentially a shop on the edge of a small neighborhood where it is sectioned off with fencing. She uses the shop to work on old robots, pip boys, guns, and various other mechanics.

Perk: Quick Hands

Other: (Optional)

Spoiler: Accepted!

By TBD/WIP do you mean you'll reveal/develop their personality in the RP?

 

[Octo Girl]

Spoiler: Accepted!

By TBD/WIP do you mean you'll reveal/develop their personality in the RP?

Yes. cant come up with one atm so... lol

 

[Lov32write]

Name: Benji Mint (age 24) and her doberman, Mac
Appearance:

Benji appears to be of German decent but only has a slight accent. She stands at 5'6, with short dirty blond hair and dull blue eyes. Her typical outfit is that as seen above with the addition of the homemade leather armor. Her dog Mac appears as above.

Armor: Uses a thick leather vest (handmade) with patches of thin metal sown into into. Her upper thighs and arms are protected similarly.
Weapons: Double barrel Shotgun, revolver, swiss army knife
Affiliation: None
Personality: Benji is a quiet introspective woman, trusting few people and speaking only when necessary. She rarely smiles. She is inseparable from Mac and protects him almost more than her own self. She also seems to have an almost magical way with most animals, causing even normally vicious mole rats to calm and simply walk away.

History: Benji was born to parents part of the Cult - Children of the Atom. When she was 12, her older brother smuggled her out of Megaton from their crazy parents. They rarely stayed in the same location for more than a year or two (for fear of being dragged back into the cult), constantly moving and making their own way in the desolate world. When she was 17 her brother was killed protecting her and she was left on her own with just Mac as her companion.

Perk: Animal Friend

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Name: Benji Mint (age 24) and her doberman, Mac
Appearance:

Benji appears to be of German decent but only has a slight accent. She stands at 5'6, with short dirty blond hair and dull blue eyes. Her typical outfit is that as seen above with the addition of the homemade leather armor. Her dog Mac appears as above.

Armor: Uses a thick leather vest (handmade) with patches of thin metal sown into into. Her upper thighs and arms are protected similarly.
Weapons: Double barrel Shotgun, revolver, swiss army knife
Affiliation: None
Personality: Benji is a quiet introspective woman, trusting few people and speaking only when necessary. She rarely smiles. She is inseparable from Mac and protects him almost more than her own self. She also seems to have an almost magical way with most animals, causing even normally vicious mole rats to calm and simply walk away.

History: Benji was born to parents part of the Cult - Children of the Atom. When she was 12, her older brother smuggled her out of Megaton from their crazy parents. They rarely stayed in the same location for more than a year or two (for fear of being dragged back into the cult), constantly moving and making their own way in the desolate world. When she was 17 her brother was killed protecting her and she was left on her own with just Mac as her companion.

Perk: Animal Friend

Spoiler: Accepted!

 

[StorytellerLathos]

Lov32write
Octo Girl
Terrick
I've decided to go ahead and get the RP started so here's the link Fallout New York

Benji and Gram can be with the caravan with newcomers and Ashlynn can be in the crowd, this is only a suggestion to get characters to meet each other so if you have your own plan go ahead and do what you want.

 

[Octo Girl]

Maybe

 

[Sir Mayday]

(Sorry wanted to get this up before I forgot all this. Even if this is not accepted I hope you enjoy the quick read.)
Name: Taavi


Appearance:
A 27 year old man with a substantial amount of hair covering his face, though nicely trimmed. His left eye is a light blue, while upon closer inspection his right seems to be lighter and could almost seem like a cloudy white with a hint of blue. His face and person is usually covered in dirt, and in colder climates he attaches a brown cloak to his attire.
Armor:
A dirty set of Gecko Backed Leather Armor that has seem to have taken on a shade of dark brown, almost like dried blood. He also wears a breathing mask, and what appears to be one piece of cloth wrapped around the head and fitted with a small visor from a motorcycle helmet to act as a shade(Explorer Hood).

Weapons:
Machete, .45 sub machine gun with a compensator , 2 combat knives ,

Affiliation: (Former Legion)

Personality:
A once fearsome warrior of Caesar, who has now become a shell of the the once proud man he was. At time he seems apathetic to the plight of other's around him, and he generally has a distaste for ghouls, criminals, and women. He only repeats himself once, and does not like to waste his words. He enjoys close range combat, and gets a outraged when facing against enemies that abandon their allies.

History:
Taavi started his life with nothing and no one as his slave mother died giving birth to him in a small insignificant spot in a Legion camp. He was raised by other slaves and lived his life believing that this was the way his life should be. When he was 6 years old he was thrust into the fighting pits for amusement, considered t0 be to weak to join Caesar's Legion. from there he survived days after day fighting for his life against animals, fellow slaves, prisoners, and the occasional Legion recruit. After his surprising win streak, he was recruited into Caesar's Legion where he never felt so fulfilled carrying out orders, learning of honor, and the extermination of his Lord's enemies. After years as Recruit, he worked his way up and earned the title of Prime Decanus, in which Taavi led men that he soon considered his closest friends, and family. After years leading these men with few casualties, Taavi finally met misfortune when he failed in a raid against a NCR Camp. Out-manned and Out-gunned, Taavi and his men fought ferociously and took many losses. Yet not wanting to see all his brothers massacred, Taavi ordered a retreat. When he returned to camp and reported to his superiors, he was punished and stripped of his rank, while his brothers were sentenced to death by their centurion. Upon this revelation, Tavvi was overcome by rage and he fought and and gravely wounded the centurion. The rest of his old men fought for him to escape and he heard their yells and screams as they died for him. Now Tavi has roamed the wastes, surviving on the land, the occasional job, and the pelts from his hunts. Ever so often though...he does deliver that Legion justice ingrained in him to people he deems despicable.

Perk:
Stone Wall
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[StorytellerLathos]

(Sorry wanted to get this up before I forgot all this. Even if this is not accepted I hope you enjoy the quick read.)
Name: Taavi
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Appearance:
A 27 year old man with a substantial amount of hair covering his face, though nicely trimmed. His left eye is a light blue, while upon closer inspection his right seems to be lighter and could almost seem like a cloudy white with a hint of blue. His face and person is usually covered in dirt, and in colder climates he attaches a brown cloak to his attire.
Armor:
A dirty set of Gecko Backed Leather Armor that has seem to have taken on a shade of dark brown, almost like dried blood. He also wears a breathing mask, and what appears to be one piece of cloth wrapped around the head and fitted with a small visor from a motorcycle helmet to act as a shade(Explorer Hood).
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Weapons:
Machete, .45 sub machine gun with a compensator , 2 combat knives ,
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Affiliation: (Former Legion)

Personality:
A once fearsome warrior of Caesar, who has now become a shell of the the once proud man he was. At time he seems apathetic to the plight of other's around him, and he generally has a distaste for ghouls, criminals, and women. He only repeats himself once, and does not like to waste his words. He enjoys close range combat, and gets a outraged when facing against enemies that abandon their allies.

History:
Taavi started his life with nothing and no one as his slave mother died giving birth to him in a small insignificant spot in a Legion camp. He was raised by other slaves and lived his life believing that this was the way his life should be. When he was 6 years old he was thrust into the fighting pits for amusement, considered t0 be to weak to join Caesar's Legion. from there he survived days after day fighting for his life against animals, fellow slaves, prisoners, and the occasional Legion recruit. After his surprising win streak, he was recruited into Caesar's Legion where he never felt so fulfilled carrying out orders, learning of honor, and the extermination of his Lord's enemies. After years as Recruit, he worked his way up and earned the title of Prime Decanus, in which Taavi led men that he soon considered his closest friends, and family. After years leading these men with few casualties, Taavi finally met misfortune when he failed in a raid against a NCR Camp. Out-manned and Out-gunned, Taavi and his men fought ferociously and took many losses. Yet not wanting to see all his brothers massacred, Taavi ordered a retreat. When he returned to camp and reported to his superiors, he was punished and stripped of his rank, while his brothers were sentenced to death by their centurion. Upon this revelation, Tavvi was overcome by rage and he fought and and gravely wounded the centurion. The rest of his old men fought for him to escape and he heard their yells and screams as they died for him. Now Tavi has roamed the wastes, surviving on the land, the occasional job, and the pelts from his hunts. Ever so often though...he does deliver that Legion justice ingrained in him to people he deems despicable.

Perk:
Stone Wall
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Spoiler: Accepted!