Fallout: Offland [Forum Roleplay]

((MEH))
Connor tries to fight back, but fails and ends up with sprained wrists and a sprained ankle. He limps back to his warehouse to find someone with medical knowledge to fix him up. He reaches the warehouse and collapses in the entrance, and everything goes black.

Trent then sneaks into the slavers armory, and steals weapons that were most likely once his.

(( Items (11) :
Plasma Rifle (Equipped)
Super Sledge
Sniper Rifle
t-45d power armor (doesn't know how to use power armor)
t-45d power helmet (doesn't know how to use power armor)
Armored Vault 101 Suit (equipped)
Sun Glasses (equipped)
2 Stimpacks
100 .308 rounds
152 Microfusion Cells
893 Bottle Caps ))

Trent then notices the dog is sitting at the entrance to the slavers armory staring at him, he takes a look at the collar and barely makes out the name, its name is Dogmeat. They make their way out of Paradise falls.

((All of these items are hard to get and really rare. Please redo your inventory to a reasonable one.))
Jon goes home for the day and opens a can of Alpo for Jackson. He then takes off his gear and goes to sleep. In the middle of the night he is wakened by a loud roar. After 15 minutes of deliberation he goes back to sleep.

((fixed my inventory))
Trent after fighting his way out of paradise falls decides it is time to leave the capital wasteland, (where he belives he was born, but do to memory loss is unsure) and head for Chicago, where he has heard rumors of many things going on around the city.

Name-Adam Rikes
Age(Between 15 & 45)- 20
Gender(Male/Female)- male
Race(Human/Ghoul/Supermutant)- human
Ethnicity(Caucasian/African American/Asian/Etc.)- caucasian
Physical Appearance(Body Type and Facial/Picture or Description)- brown short hair, about 6 feet tall, average build, brown eyes, inshape
Clothing- old canvas jacket, tattered jeans
Personality(Characteristics)- rebel, explorer
Karma(Good, Neutral, Evil)- well meaning but comes off as slightly evil
Biography- after leaving vault s-61, he has been wandering the surronding area of seattle, collecting whatever junk he can find so hr can leave and try to find a place where he can live out the remainder of his life without the threat of radiation poisoning or mutated monsters.
Vault Dweller(Yes/No)- no
Faction(Optional)-
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.(You have 44 Points, Special stands for Strength, Perception, Endurance, Charisma, Intelligence, Agility, Luck, max points in one skill set is ten)- strength-8 perception-7 endurance-7 charisma-6 intelligence-7 agility-4 luck-5
City/Location- seattle, washington
Inventory(11 Items or Less)- m4 carbine w/ ammo, hunting knife, a crude water filter, a canteen with (mostly) clean water, a gas mask, filters for gas mask, a backpack, 3 cans of food

Yo dawg I just want to say I like fallout so you know I like fallout while we roleplay fallout.

Connor wakes up slumped next to some crates. He sees his men playing blackjack. He yells at them to get back to work. They do as he says and gos and lays in a bunk. He wakes up and gets some more Brahman steak to eat.

((Yo dawg, you be accepted))

((Sweet dog, welcome to ourz game don't worry about askin a brother for any favs))

((again, I got unfollowed???))

((lol))

((Hit the watch thread button, maybe that'll help))

As Dj walks through the streets of Chicago, he has a sudden headache and starting having a flashback of him being shot in the legs,being dragged into a ditch and stuck in the ditch unable to move.He found the ditch where he was stuck at and stood there staring at the ditch,remembering... He found a house with a large hold and went in through the hole. He found a family of corpses,he saw old pictures of the family,living life.He touched the photo then suddenly KNOCK OUT!!!...

Name- Clay Don Vohnin

Age- 24

Gender- Male

Race- Human

Ethnicity- Caucasian

Physical Appearance-

185 pounds, well built. Works out every once in a while. Lots of leg and lower body muscle, not as much muscle in upper body. Brown hair. Visible cheek bones. Well groomed in the facial area.

Clothing- High School Swim Team shirt and sweater, leather jacket, blue jeans, beanie, and PD boots (stolen)

Personality-

A strategic person, likes to think things through. Explorer. Likes a good adventure.

Karma- Neutral, as he appears

Biography-

Clay lived in a small town in West Virginia his entire life. All he knew how to do was hunt. Hunting was his passion. When he was 7 years old his father, a coal miner, gave him his own rifle. He has not let go of that rifle ever since. After the fallout, Clay stayed with his swimming friends. They were later attacked and dis banned by raiders. He now walks towards Chicago.

Vault Dweller-No

Faction- ALONE

S.P.E.C.I.A.L.-

Intelligence-10

Agility- 9

Luck- 0% Luck, 100% skill

Endurance-9

Charisma-3

Perception-6

Strength-7

City/Location-

Inventory-

Remington 770 Bolt Action Rifle w/ scope

57 Ammunition

Smith and Wesson Hunting Knife

Canteen- Empty

Blanket

Lighter

Backpack- Swiss Gear- High School swim team logo on it

12 ft rope

Torn in half map

Sun glasses

4 cans of beans

...fallout.....TUNNEL WORMSSSSSSS

Connor eats and eats till he is sick to his stomach. He starts wandering, who was that guy that was pulling people out of the way of the behemoth? Why was he doing it? Connor quickly shook his head realizing, he is thinking about becoming a good person.

((you do realize this is 200 years after the bombs fell right? Lol))

((Please rewrite your bio to something more... reasonable...))

(it could work if he made himself a goul))

((True))

((fluff, who all is in Chicago?))

((Jon, Connor, and someone else I believe...))