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[inner]

Yes, it is!

[roleplayawesomemes]

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Nowhere in particular,” she replied. “I was simply exploring; viewing the maps other Scribes have charted from the Prydwen is not the same as experiencing the Wasteland for yourself. Though with how my supplies are faring currently, I think it’s safe to say this particular expedition has come to its end.”

The Scribe sighed, leaning back on the cot Tim had provided for her.

“The Brotherhood may be rigorous in its mission, but there’s time for personal introspection as well. Not everything I do is for them, though it may appear to be so. It’s only that my interests align heavily with theirs.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

He chuckled quietly. “Doing some soul searching yourself? Got that all out of my system years ago.” He slid the box from under the table, ensuring the scribe couldn’t see it’s contents before rummaging through it, producing a small book and flipping through, eventually handing her a small photograph of a town by a highway. “That’s home for me. All the way back on the west coast.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

Yìyuàn’s fingers touched the corners of the photograph lightly, eyes scouring the image for the most minute details. “I lived by a highway, too, once,” she muttered. “What was your town called?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

The scribe’s well trained eyes picked up on a number of small details, a caravan moving over the highway, a strange flag hanging from one of the homes, marked with the symbol of a bull, but perhaps most interesting was the vast array of old world military structures, almost as if the whole town sat atop a military base. Tim let out a small sigh. “Hopeville. If you can believe it.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Hopeville. Seems… inaccurate.” She couldn’t help but scoff a little at her own joke. The military bases were of but minor interest– it wasn’t incredibly uncommon to reclaim such structures, given their stability. She pointed, however, at the flag. “The bull. What does it mean?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

His face died. “Something that I pray I never see again.” He looked her up and down, debating what to say. “There was… Is a nation out west called the Legion… Think of hundreds of raiders and tribals United under one flag and given military training and permission to do whatever they want with their enemies.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“It sounds familiar… we may have touched up briefly on it before. I can’t quite recall. A true military organization has discipline, and the best interests of their citizens in mind. This ‘Legion’ seems to me more like a nation of marauders.”  Yìyuàn wasn’t impressed at all. “That sort of ideology will crumble fairly quickly, with unrest growing in the ranks as those lower in the organization begin to wonder if they shouldn’t simply attempt to take over the Legion themselves.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

Tim shook his head. “The command structure is an impressive mix of cruelty and fanatacism. It’s not often the lower grunts think of anything aside from their duties.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

It sounded familiar, but the Scribe couldn’t quite place her finger on how, or why. She shoved the thought away. “Well, at the very least you managed to think for yourself and to slip away. That takes courage and mental strength most people don’t possess.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

“Believe me, I know.” He set aside his drink, leaning forward to take the photo back. “it’s all the past though… No use thinking about it.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Depends on the situation, I suppose. Some things drive us forwards. Some hold us back. It’s our view of where we’ve come from and the things we’ve faced that makes all the difference.”  Yìyuàn furrowed her brow, and gazed outside. “It’s getting a bit late. I’m not keeping you up, am I?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

He shook his head. "No but if you want an early start tomorrow you should head to bed. There's a gang of super mutants that heads up the road in the late afternoon so it's best to go early."

[aqua-dan]

100 OC Asks

[cursedempathy-a-blog]

mew-poo:

Okay, so there are plenty of these out there but I just wanted to make one of my own! (That, and I’m high-key desperate for asks about my OCs lol) Just tag your OCs so people can ask you these!

1. What do they smell like?

2. What is their voice like?

3. What is their biggest motivator?

4. What is their most embarrassing memory?

5. How do they deal with/react to pain?

6. What do they like to wear?

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

11. What do they feel most insecure about? 

12. How do they like to dress?

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

15. What is their greatest achievement?

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

19. Are they right or left handed?

20. Fears?

21. Favorite kind of weather?

22. Favorite color?

23. Do they collect anything?

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

25. What is their eye color?

26. What is their race/ethnicity?

27. Hair color?

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

29. Are they a morning person?

30. Sunrise or sunset?

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

32. Pet peeves?

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

34. Least favorite food?

35. Least favorite color?

36. Least favorite smell?

37. When was the last time they cried?

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

40. Do they have any scars?

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

42. Do they have any bad habits?

43. Why might someone dislike them?

44. Why might someone love them?

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

49. Do they like surprises?

50. When is their birthday?

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

52. Do they have any family?

53. Are they close to their family?

54. What is their MBTI type?

55. What is their zodiac sign?

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

57. What D&D alignment are they?

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

59. What are their views on death?

60. What is something that they’re sure to laugh at?

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

63. Do they have an accent?

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

66. How do they feel about sex?

67. What is their sexuality?

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

70. Which TV Trope(s) best describes them?

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

72. Are they allergic to anything?

73. Do they have a pet?

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?

75. How patient are they?

76. Are they good at cooking?

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

80. Are they trustworthy?

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

82. Do they exercise regularly?

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

86. Do they like sweet foods?

87. What is their age?

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

91. What is their sense of humor like?

92. What mood are they most often in?

93. What kinds of things anger them?

94. Outlook on life?

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

96. What is their greatest weakness?

97. What is the greatest strength?

98. Something that they regret?

99. Biggest accomplishment?

100. Create your own!

[a-railroad-engineer]

Timothy's S.P.E.C.I.A.L

Strength: 6

Perception: 6

Endurance: 7

Charisma: 7

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 5

Luck: 1

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Nowhere in particular,” she replied. “I was simply exploring; viewing the maps other Scribes have charted from the Prydwen is not the same as experiencing the Wasteland for yourself. Though with how my supplies are faring currently, I think it’s safe to say this particular expedition has come to its end.”

The Scribe sighed, leaning back on the cot Tim had provided for her.

“The Brotherhood may be rigorous in its mission, but there’s time for personal introspection as well. Not everything I do is for them, though it may appear to be so. It’s only that my interests align heavily with theirs.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

He chuckled quietly. “Doing some soul searching yourself? Got that all out of my system years ago.” He slid the box from under the table, ensuring the scribe couldn’t see it’s contents before rummaging through it, producing a small book and flipping through, eventually handing her a small photograph of a town by a highway. “That’s home for me. All the way back on the west coast.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

Yìyuàn’s fingers touched the corners of the photograph lightly, eyes scouring the image for the most minute details. “I lived by a highway, too, once,” she muttered. “What was your town called?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

The scribe’s well trained eyes picked up on a number of small details, a caravan moving over the highway, a strange flag hanging from one of the homes, marked with the symbol of a bull, but perhaps most interesting was the vast array of old world military structures, almost as if the whole town sat atop a military base. Tim let out a small sigh. “Hopeville. If you can believe it.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Hopeville. Seems… inaccurate.” She couldn’t help but scoff a little at her own joke. The military bases were of but minor interest– it wasn’t incredibly uncommon to reclaim such structures, given their stability. She pointed, however, at the flag. “The bull. What does it mean?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

His face died. “Something that I pray I never see again.” He looked her up and down, debating what to say. “There was… Is a nation out west called the Legion… Think of hundreds of raiders and tribals United under one flag and given military training and permission to do whatever they want with their enemies.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“It sounds familiar… we may have touched up briefly on it before. I can’t quite recall. A true military organization has discipline, and the best interests of their citizens in mind. This ‘Legion’ seems to me more like a nation of marauders.”  Yìyuàn wasn’t impressed at all. “That sort of ideology will crumble fairly quickly, with unrest growing in the ranks as those lower in the organization begin to wonder if they shouldn’t simply attempt to take over the Legion themselves.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

Tim shook his head. “The command structure is an impressive mix of cruelty and fanatacism. It’s not often the lower grunts think of anything aside from their duties.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

It sounded familiar, but the Scribe couldn’t quite place her finger on how, or why. She shoved the thought away. “Well, at the very least you managed to think for yourself and to slip away. That takes courage and mental strength most people don’t possess.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

"Believe me, I know." He set aside his drink, leaning forward to take the photo back. "it's all the past though... No use thinking about it."

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Nowhere in particular,” she replied. “I was simply exploring; viewing the maps other Scribes have charted from the Prydwen is not the same as experiencing the Wasteland for yourself. Though with how my supplies are faring currently, I think it’s safe to say this particular expedition has come to its end.”

The Scribe sighed, leaning back on the cot Tim had provided for her.

“The Brotherhood may be rigorous in its mission, but there’s time for personal introspection as well. Not everything I do is for them, though it may appear to be so. It’s only that my interests align heavily with theirs.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

He chuckled quietly. “Doing some soul searching yourself? Got that all out of my system years ago.” He slid the box from under the table, ensuring the scribe couldn’t see it’s contents before rummaging through it, producing a small book and flipping through, eventually handing her a small photograph of a town by a highway. “That’s home for me. All the way back on the west coast.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

Yìyuàn’s fingers touched the corners of the photograph lightly, eyes scouring the image for the most minute details. “I lived by a highway, too, once,” she muttered. “What was your town called?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

The scribe’s well trained eyes picked up on a number of small details, a caravan moving over the highway, a strange flag hanging from one of the homes, marked with the symbol of a bull, but perhaps most interesting was the vast array of old world military structures, almost as if the whole town sat atop a military base. Tim let out a small sigh. “Hopeville. If you can believe it.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Hopeville. Seems… inaccurate.” She couldn’t help but scoff a little at her own joke. The military bases were of but minor interest– it wasn’t incredibly uncommon to reclaim such structures, given their stability. She pointed, however, at the flag. “The bull. What does it mean?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

His face died. “Something that I pray I never see again.” He looked her up and down, debating what to say. “There was… Is a nation out west called the Legion… Think of hundreds of raiders and tribals United under one flag and given military training and permission to do whatever they want with their enemies.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“It sounds familiar… we may have touched up briefly on it before. I can’t quite recall. A true military organization has discipline, and the best interests of their citizens in mind. This ‘Legion’ seems to me more like a nation of marauders.”  Yìyuàn wasn’t impressed at all. “That sort of ideology will crumble fairly quickly, with unrest growing in the ranks as those lower in the organization begin to wonder if they shouldn’t simply attempt to take over the Legion themselves.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

Tim shook his head. "The command structure is an impressive mix of cruelty and fanatacism. It's not often the lower grunts think of anything aside from their duties."

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Let’s go Back in Time!

Send “Time Machine+ a symbol” to have your muse go back and meet mine as a…

🍼: Newborn/baby (0-4 yrs)

🐻: Young child (5-9 yrs)

⚽️: Preteen (10-12 yrs)

🎧: Young Teen (13-15 yrs)

📱: Older Teen (16-18 yrs)

🍹: Young Adult (19-25 yrs)

[a-railroad-engineer]

Companion Meme: Timothy

Name: Timothy Richardson

Karma: Neutral

Alliance: The Railroad, 

Location: “Chop Shop” Safehouse, west of Sunshine Tidings Co-op

Perk: Mr Fix-it: Thanks to Timothy’s instruction, you’ve learned how to craft items more effectively! You now use only 3/4 the materials you normally would.

General:

“Alright I’ll come with you. But the SECOND I feel you’re trying to screw me over, I’m out of here.”

“I have to say, I missed travelling... Guess I got to used to being cooped up back at the workshop huh?”

“Ah the Commonwealth. Brown brown and more brown... I guess it’s better than the Mojave. Don’t have to clean the sand out of your clothes every few miles.”

Combat:

“Look out! Incoming!”

“One of these days they’re going to be friendly... And we’ll shoot them anyways.”

“<Sigh> Here we go... Killing again.”

Death/unconscious:

“Agh! My head! Ooohhh.... I-I I’m gonna... Lay down for a bit...”

“Dammit! I-I’m out... You’re on your own.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have left the workshop…”

Revive:

“<pained grunt> Alright... Gimme a second to pull all this lead out.”

“I feel like that one time... Never-mind, let’s keep going.”

“Am... Am I Dead? <Gasp> NO. NO I’m not... That is a bullet in my rib...”

After Combat:

“Veni. Vidi. Vici.”

“At least that’s over. Time to loot the bodies I suppose?”

“Phew. I’m a bit out of practice.”

Sneaking:

“I like it better down here anyway.”

“Yay. Now we might *Not* get shot at...”

“Going silent.”

Open Inventory:

“Oh! Does this mean I’m going to get paid? Or am I just carrying the loot?”

“Yeah sure, I’ve got some junk in there already but I can make space.”

“Sure! At least you’ve got the sense to collect some supplies.”

Romance/Lovers Embrace:

“<sigh> I’m never gonna get tired of this view”

“Oof. Gimme a minute... You on psycho last night or something?”

“Alright darling, as much as I hate to admit it, time to hit the road.”

Location Specific:

Railroad HQ:

“So... This is HQ huh? Never thought I’d actually see it.”

“I have to admit, I was picturing secret bunker, not campout in a catacomb.”

“Hey, if we have a minute can I talk to Glory? I want to make sure her parts are holding up.”

Boston Airport:

“Another fine example of the apocalypse creating mad-men with god complexes.”

“These guys are no better than raiders. They might dress better but don’t let it fool you. They’d kill you for a laser pointer if they wanted to.”

“As much as I hate em’ I have to admit... They’ve got some clever ideas. If you can call placing all your leadership on a big tin balloon full of explosive gas a clever idea.”

C.I.T Ruins:

“You know, they say that this is where the institute came form. Not that I actually know but... It’s a good theory.”

Diamond City:

“Oh! Can we swing by Valentine’s? He’s an old friend.”

“I came here once and awhile for supplies when I was just starting out, haven’t been back until I ran into you though.”

“Watch what you say here. Word is the Institute’s got control of the city... But then again that’s exactly the kind of rumor paranoia on this scale would create.”

Personal Quest:

Mea Maxima Culpa - Timothy asked that you take him out to this old gas station a little ways west of his workshop. This takes the player to a rusted suit of power armor, it’s wearer  slowly decaying. Here Tim reveals his full past, from his history in the legion, to his reason to join the railroad, and his murder of a brotherhood knight. He asks whether he should move on, and continue to try and be the better man, or if he should simply embrace the monster inside. The two choices yield different perks, and a karma shift of either good or evil. 

Personal Quest Perks:

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant - Timothy has finally learned not to blame himself for his past. His teachings have expanded, not only further reducing the materials needed for crafting, but giving stimpacks a 25% healing bonus!

Oderint dum metuant - Timothy has given up trying to be better, and accepts himself as what he is. His teachings have expanded, teaching you to deal an additional 50% damage with all bladed and energy weapons!

Likes:

Killing Raiders and Gunners

Refusing Payment

Helping the Railroad

Dislikes:

Evil/Cruel Decisions

Helping The Brotherhood Or The Institute

Killing Non Institute Generation 3 Synths

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Send a feeling/emotion and my muse will talk about a memory or a time involving it

Grief

Loneliness

Aggression

Rage

Joy

Peacefulness

Empty

Loss

Overwhelmed

Frustration

Drained

Anxious

Excitement

Enriched

Knowledgeable

Passionate

Crippled

Uneasy

Nostalgic

Empowered

Defeated

Victorious

Vengeful

Included

Crazed

Uncontrolled

Kinship

Loved

Unloved

Unrestrained

Chained

&+ your own word!

[roleplayawesomemes]

Send “Rumor has it...” And a rumor about my muse

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Nowhere in particular,” she replied. “I was simply exploring; viewing the maps other Scribes have charted from the Prydwen is not the same as experiencing the Wasteland for yourself. Though with how my supplies are faring currently, I think it’s safe to say this particular expedition has come to its end.”

The Scribe sighed, leaning back on the cot Tim had provided for her.

“The Brotherhood may be rigorous in its mission, but there’s time for personal introspection as well. Not everything I do is for them, though it may appear to be so. It’s only that my interests align heavily with theirs.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

He chuckled quietly. “Doing some soul searching yourself? Got that all out of my system years ago.” He slid the box from under the table, ensuring the scribe couldn’t see it’s contents before rummaging through it, producing a small book and flipping through, eventually handing her a small photograph of a town by a highway. “That’s home for me. All the way back on the west coast.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

Yìyuàn’s fingers touched the corners of the photograph lightly, eyes scouring the image for the most minute details. “I lived by a highway, too, once,” she muttered. “What was your town called?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

The scribe’s well trained eyes picked up on a number of small details, a caravan moving over the highway, a strange flag hanging from one of the homes, marked with the symbol of a bull, but perhaps most interesting was the vast array of old world military structures, almost as if the whole town sat atop a military base. Tim let out a small sigh. “Hopeville. If you can believe it.”

[scribe-yiyuan]

“Hopeville. Seems… inaccurate.” She couldn’t help but scoff a little at her own joke. The military bases were of but minor interest– it wasn’t incredibly uncommon to reclaim such structures, given their stability. She pointed, however, at the flag. “The bull. What does it mean?”

[a-railroad-engineer]

His face died. "Something that I pray I never see again." He looked her up and down, debating what to say. "There was... Is a nation out west called the Legion... Think of hundreds of raiders and tribals United under one flag and given military training and permission to do whatever they want with their enemies."

[did-you-know]

Julius Caesar was once kidnapped by Cilician pirates. He laughed in their faces, raised the ransom, and sent his men to collect enough silver to pay it. While he waited, he won them over (despite treating them as minions) and gained so much trust that they did not believe it when he said he’d come back to kill them all. He later captured them, got his silver back, cut their throats, and had them crucified. Source Source 2 Source 3

[investigator-valentine]

“Only if you do the same, and hey–” Nick stopped Tim just before he left the room. “If you need anything– help with a missing ‘client,’ or escort from point A to point B, you let me know. It’ll be on the house.”

[a-railroad-engineer]

Tim nodded. "Hopefully I won't but if I do... You'll be the first to know. And remember, you need a tune up, let Amari know to pass it on to me."

[a-railroad-engineer]

if a synth doesn't know any better, you have the right to keep it as a slave. when it starts thinking for itself tho, then you have to set it free

Timothy sits for awhile before setting the bottle down.