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-ASSOCIATED CHARACTER DETAILS- ==============================
Xavier 'RHETT' Barrett >> Age: Twenty Two(ish) >>> Gender: Male >> Species: Human >>> Job: Bartender at the Tops Eliott 'ELI' Konrad >> Age: Twenty >>> Gender: Male >> Species: Human >>> Job: Thief, Con Abernathy 'NATE' Duvall >> Age: Twenty Nine >>> Gender: Male >> Species: Human >>> Job: Mercenary
-ACTIVE CHARACTER TRAITS- =========================
>> Good Natured _You studied less-combative skills as you were growing up. Your combat skills start at a lower level, but other skills are substantially improved. >> Claustrophobia _You have a fear of enclosed spaces (probably because of the mutants that live there). You gain +1 to SPECIAL attributes when outside, but suffer -1 when indoors.
I just wanted you to be proud of me.
Temporary Hiatus, kind of.
I’m here, but I’m not fully here. I’ll be checking the blogs at least once a day, and I’ll make sure to keep Mr. New Vegas alive and running. But, I have to help make funeral arrangements, while trying to wrangle my little brother. Luckily, I have a little help with it, but most of this is on my shoulders, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to write too much while trying to do these things, calling people, informing people, getting ready for the funeral, and then actually having to DO it. Sorry, but I hope everyone kind of understands? If I feel up to replying, I’ll reply. I’m just posting this so everyone knows I’m not IGNORING your replies, and I’m not just avoiding them. I’m just really busy, and really overworked with having to do all this stuff basically on my own. I appreciate all of you, and if you want to plot I’m still more than happy to do so. I will ask, that if you reply to me. PLEASE like this post so when I CAN write back, I’ll be able to find it. Or just shoot me a message // submit with the link.
>> I'm the helper! I drove up to support Hunter while dealing with all this, so because of that I'm in the same boat. I have less things to deal with, but I'm helping to look after his brother, so that kind of keeps me pretty busy. Save for when he's sleeping. Either way, I want to let you all know that I'm not ignoring you either. Just a bit busy with helping out someone close to me. I'll try and do replies when I have the time, or answer questions. I still have Xavier I need to finish working on, as well as starters and questions to do, and I will. It just might take a little to do so. If you have posted back to me or posted a starter, just send me a message reminding me. Links are good too.
>> Radioactive_Imagine Dragons All systems go, the sun hasn't died Deep in my bones, straight from inside I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow
This is it, the apocalypse.
» Down On My Luck_Darius
There were many days where being locked up wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was often more comfortable than being out walking the wastes. The prison wasn’t exactly lush and fruitful, though. They got second rate food and dirty water — on the best of days. There were Cola machines, and the guards had great snacks, but getting to them was the hard part. Darius just didn’t bother, instead of fussing about it he sat around quietly, eating the stale food, drinking the dark, radiated water. All the while, planning his next escape. This time, he’d been behind bars for three months and counting — after a two year stint of being free as a songbird. This was his life since ‘defecting’ from the NCR. In and out of jail cells, dealing with cretins like these. “Another round?” Kole, some kid that he’d been helping out since the tire iron happy kids had broken his leg. “You’re just going to lose again.” Dar sorted through his deck again, tossing his pile down and starting to set up his Caravan rows. This was hard to do while there was some sort of commotion going on just across the room. “Crap, another new kid.” he snorted, tossing down a ten and looking over Kole’s rows. “Kid you’re — I’m going to have to teach you how to play, some time.” he handed the boy his deck. “Look through it.” he was extremely specific about his card setup. "Oi, Talon." Dar moved toward one of the three guys that had been sitting around playing some bastardized version of checkers. "The fuck you guys are pickin on that kid for?" of course, Jax, one of the biggest (morons) in the complex was already slamming the kid around. "You’re gonna wanna stop that." Dar pushed up his sleeves, getting ready for the bullshit they were about to spew. Most people knew better, most knew that he was in and out, that he wasn’t to be fucked with — but, then you got people like this, tougher than you, let’s pick on the small guy. Dar might have been a killer, but he wasn’t a bully. “What are you gon’ do about it, Gramps?” one smiled and leaned up, clearly feeling a bit untouchable being the bitch of three giant oafs. Dar wasted no time, the three weren’t moving, so he would move them. While Jax was busy trying to break the kid in half, Darius was snapping tendons and breaking jaws. The three boys went down fairly easily, their bodies hitting the floor hard, blood pooling — and the guards were not bothering to step in. Even some of them knew better than to get involved in these fights; plus, is the prisoners killed each other, it was less work for them anyway. "Please…" the kid shook, holding his hands up before taking off running. Dar just shook his head and took a step closer to Jax who was holding his arm back, ready to clock the kid in the face. That would be a shame, considering. "Let the kid go…" Dar warned once, never more. "Let the kid go, and I won’t break your wrist." he shrugged, wiping blood off his hands. Jax didn’t bother to look back, only let out a soft laugh that made Dar’s jaw clench. Disrespecting him was the quickest way to wind up dead. "Warned ya." and to be fair, he had. Without so much as blinking, Dar grabbed the older man’s wrist and yanked backward, twisting it sharply, forcing bones to crack and rip though skin. The man screamed and started crying, flopping onto the ground. “You okay kid?” Dar asked, watching the bleeding man start squirming toward a knife. Casually, and calmly, Dar pressed his foot to the broken man’s wrist, pinning him in place.
Words weren’t a thing right now, not for Eli. Currently his world revolved around pain, the stuff shooting up his arm and spreading through the rest of his body. It all short-circuited his brain and made any thought he was having jumble up. The level of pain the boy was suffering in that single moment was more than he had felt in his entire life, and that was saying something. He wanted to scream, maybe beg for help, or his life. Yet the way Jax had him squished into the side of the vending machine, there was no real way for him to do anything like that. All that did come out was a few whimpers and some weak gargles that sounded like attempts at speech. Not that it really mattered anyway, there was no way that Jax would let up his assault. Too wrapped up in what he was suffering through, Eli didn’t notice the commotion behind his attacker, or the fact that someone unknown to him was coming to his aid. So it came as a surprise when the bully abusing him, ended up on the shit end of someone’s temper. As soon as his arm was let out of the hold, and his face could peel free of the metal it was forced against, the boy sank down to the dirty broken tile floor. He whimpered and cradled his arm, the flesh already turning a dark shade of purple. If he had to guess, there were a few fractures; all this bullshit for a warm Sarsaparilla. Eli was pulled out of his shocked haze when the man who had played his savior spoke. Looking up, he blinked, eyes blank as he tried to figure out if the guy was talking to him or not. “I--I don’t know. ..” His words were just as unsure as he was. When the man on the floor started begging and crying, Eli’s gaze fell to the strange sight, still bewildered at what in the hell was going on. Calm and strangely collected, the kid shifted forward and picked up the dropped shiv. Inching closer to the man on the ground, he tilted his head, eying the squirming man. “How did the intimidating thing work out for you, not well, right? Now you really do look stupid -- pathetic really. Sucks being on the other side, doesn’t it?” Just to accentuate the point, Eli drove the small knife into the guy’s palm. Satisfied with his revenge, the boy slunk back away from the howling body, and curled against the cool metal of the machine. His arm still hugged against his chest loose yet protectively, as he tried to fight off the panic attack starting to surface. There was so much blood and screaming...
>> Feiticera_Deftones The machines take pictures of us And my jaw and my teeth hurt I'm choking from gnawing on the ball...
>> Everlong_Foo Fighters Breathe out So I can breathe you in Hold you in
YOU’VE SEEN THE BUTCHER | DEFTONES Don’t wanna take it slow. I wanna take you home. And watch the world explode. From underneath your glow.
» Eureka_Layla
As per usual, Eli was poking through a random dumpster, seeing if there was any junk worth keeping. To most people a pile of metal was just that, but to the boy it could be treasure. With the right idea he could turn old electronic things into possible caps. It wasn't much, but he wanted to help out where he could. Darius never expected much of him, but Eli wanted to prove his worth, mostly because he didn't want the older male to cast him aside when proven useless. So far he was lucky enough to not get dropped off at the nearest town, or worse yet, sold to one of those packs of Legion wandering the wastes. In the middle of his snooping, the boy found something he had been looking for. Just a simple little conductor, but it was a perfect fit, or so he guessed by the way it looked in his hand. It was the last piece he needed to get that stupid plasma rifle working. "Yes!" The single word resounded on the inside of the dumpster, before his head popped out over the rim. "Finally."
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The Vaults of Fallout - A Social Experiment
Vault 3: A control vault designed to open after 20 years, but kept closed longer due to the wishes of the vault inhabitants. However, an unplanned water leak forced the occupants to open in hopes of trading with the outside. Unfortunately, all of the vault's residents were massacred by a group of raiders known as the Fiends shortly after they opened the vault door.
Vault 6: The vault's original purpose in the Vault Experiment was that it allowed small doses of radiation to leak into the vault once a day, resulting in the population turning into an aggressive pack of extremely irradiated feral ghouls.
Vault 8: A control vault, intended to open and recolonize the surface after 10 years and is equipped with a GECK. Vault City is the result.
Vault 11: This vault was a social experiment testing human nature - most specifically the ability to sacrifice oneself for others, and the ability to place ideals above one's own life.
Vault 12: In order to study the effects of radiation on the selected population, the vault door was designed not to close properly. This is the Necropolis vault and a large population of ghouls was the result.
Vault 13: Intended to stay closed for 200 years as a study of prolonged isolation, the broken water chip forced the Overseer to improvise and use the Vault Dweller as a pawn. Later study of the Vault 13 records by the Enclave led them to their current plan to end the war.
Vault 15: Intended to stay closed for 50 years and include people of radically diverse ideologies.
Vault 17: The vault was raided in 2154 and its inhabitants taken prisoner by the Master's Army. They were subsequently turned into super mutants.
Vault 19: The vault was segregated into two groups, Red and Blue. The groups lived in separate sections of the vault and the inhabitants may have been chosen due to pre-existing paranoia.
Vault 21: This vault's purpose was gambling, reinforced by having only compulsive gamblers admitted as vault residents, and with all conflicts within the vault to be resolved through gambling. It is one of the few non-control vaults that didn't end in failure.
Vault 22: Apparently a vault designed to develop advanced agricultural technologies. Successful experiments were executed, creating strains of plants that could grow under artificial light. However, an experiment on pest control involving a genetically-manufactured spore annihilated or transformed the vault's inhabitants.
Vault 27: This vault would be overcrowded deliberately. 2000 people would be assigned to enter, double the total sustainable amount.
Vault 29: No one in this vault was over the age of 15 when they entered. Parents were intentionally redirected to other vaults.
Vault 34: The armory was overstocked with weapons and ammunition and not provided with a lock.
Vault 36: The food extruders were designed to produce only a thin, watery gruel.
Vault 39: The original purpose of Vault 39 is unknown, but due to Mile Reese experimenting with the G.E.C.K., it became a jungle with hostile plant life, similar to Vault 22.
Vault 42: No light bulbs of more than 40 watts were provided.
Vault 43: Populated by twenty men, ten women, and one panther.
Vault 53: Most of the equipment was designed to break down every few months. While repairable, the breakdowns were intended to stress the inhabitants unduly.
Vault 55: All entertainment tapes were removed.
Vault 56: All entertainment tapes were removed except those of one particularly bad comic actor. Sociologists predicted failure before Vault 55.
Vault 68: Of the one thousand people who entered, there was only one woman.
Vault 69: Of the one thousand people who entered, there was only one man.
Vault 70: All jumpsuit extruders fail after 6 months. Most of the inhabitants were Mormons.
Vault 76: This vault was designed as a control group for the vault experiment. Like Vault 8, it was intended to open and re-colonize the surface after 20 years.
Vault 77: Populated by one man and a crate full of puppets.
Vault 87: A Forced Evolutionary Virus research and testing facility
Vault 92: Populated largely by renowned musicians, this vault was a test bed for a white noise-based system for implanting combat-oriented posthypnotic suggestions.
Vault 101: Evaluation of performance of an omnipotent, dictatorial overseer in a closed community. This vault was intended to never open.
Vault 106: Psychoactive drugs were released into the air filtration system 10 days after the door was sealed.
Vault 108: The vault houses a cloning lab and all (surviving) residents are clones of one man called Gary.
