Skull-Faced Gatekeeper

Fallout OC ((This blog is attached to dimiblaisdale.tumblr.com, so watch backs and the like will happen from there. I can only reply to asks as Paleface, not send them - from this account anyway.)) Sidebar Image drawn by GalooGameLady. Overlay Image drawn by Martym. Formerly palefacethefiend

[themastersarmy]

TMA PRESENTS — A FALLOUT RP MASTERLIST

In response to the staggering number of RP blogs who reblogged our previous, general masterlist call, I’ve decided to create an RP masterlist for those who wish to easily  find others within the RP community. There are a couple regulations, of course, so read on below!

REGULATIONS

Naturally, you need to be a Fallout roleplayer. You must run an indie roleplay blog. Groups and 1x1 rp blogs will not be added.

Our RP directory will be categorized as efficiently as possible. In order to help us do that, you will need to reblog this post and add tag what is applicable!

     Canon, OC, or Player Character           ( If your character is canon: tag their name as well! )           ( If your character is a PC: tag their title (Lone Wanderer, Courier, etc). )      Main Verse ( Which Fallout game are they from? )      Faction ( If applicable. )

Please do so as simply as possible—this way, we can quickly add your blog without having to rummage through your blog. Those who don’t tag their reblog with at least the type of character they play and their main verse will not be added to the list.

Likes are NOT counted!

The masterlist will be updated throughout the week. If you have questions, comments, or concerns, shoot us an ask and well get to it as soon as possible.

[clearmyconscience-blog]

@hepaintshisface

Tobias sighed and turned the page of his book. The noontime sun was making it pleasantly warm by his window, and he’d pulled his chair over to better enjoy it. It was nice that the days were getting longer, and to have a quiet place to enjoy them in.

He was almost tempted to go outside and enjoy the weather, but this was much less stressful. And certainly quieter, too.

[hepaintshisface]

Down below, a tall figure emerged from an alley way. For the most part, he was an average looking man; if one ignored the black and white paint covering his face to make it look like a simplified skull.

Paleface glanced back to the alley, acting like he was expecting to see someone or something else behind him, but no one ever appeared.

The man then seemed as though he was scoping out the area before he set his sites on the apartment building; it definitely looked far less abandoned than the other buildings in the area. Whether or not he spotted Tobias in the window was unclear, but he chose to loiter in the area regardless.

[noahrosewood]

Noah heard the sound that time, a heavy creak right on the stairs and all at once he went into panic mode and froze where he was in front of the mirror. It felt very quiet then, like he was hyper sensitive to every single little sound around him, his gut growing cold from the fear that he had let someone sneak up on him so easily.. possibly even a raider survivor and he hadn’t even set up any emergency traps!

The young man swallowed hard and realized that all of his weapons were basically trapped underneath the dress , the fabric pulled down tight over his bombs and gun and he felt.. so stupid, he had never made a mistake like that before. He clenched his fists, squeezing his fingers and slowly turned to try and get away from the doorway and pretend he didn’t know anyone was there. If he could somehow get out of the person’s sight he would have the advantage of tugging the dress up and grabbing his gun but it was going to be tricky.

He began to let out a quiet little hum, some song he had heard on the radio that he forgot the lyrics to and Noah slowly began to back away from the mirror and get near the wall towards the back of the room.

[hepaintshisface]

Paleface narrowed his eyes as Noah moved out of sight; he wasn’t sure if it was coincidence or not. The tall man remained where he was, and toyed with the thought of heading back out the way he came. But if the young man knew he was there...

“I am not looking for any trouble,” he announced, then cleared his throat; being the sort that preferred to talk quietly, he wasn’t used to raising his voice.

“But if you are the sort to give me trouble, I will not hesitate to open fire. It would be a shame to put a hole in that dress of yours.”

Paleface crouched just enough so that he could still see onto the second floor, but remain less visible; he kept his eyes on the area where the mirror was and readied his gun just in case.

[hepaintshisface]

noahrosewood

The thump of the shoe didn’t make it to Noah’s ears, the young man continued staring at himself and the dress in the cracked mirror, holding the fabric as if it might fall apart in his hands. It was mesmerizing, making him forget for just a moment that outside wasn’t covered in corpses, that at every turn seemed to be raiders or gunners or brotherhood who seemed to want him dead or his things.

It was a moment he had never felt before and couldn’t seem to stop, the creaking stairs not breaking through the bliss as he stared in awe of himself. He NEEDED to see what it looked like, what it felt like, and all at once he tugged the beautiful dress on over his head and pulled it down carefully over his clothes he already wore, giving his figure a kind of lumpy look with all the fabric and his explosive belt.

None of that mattered to Noah though as he stared back at himself and let out a small huff of air as he ran his fingers down the dress, his round face bright red.

The man moved as if he was stalking prey; prey that could potentially mess him up. 

The stairs proved to be a problem. They creaked under his weight, no matter how lightly he stepped. Paleface kept looking up to the top, in case the other inside had heard and come to investigate. 

After a few steps, he tried the old trick of walking on where the stairs were nailed to supports. For the most part, it worked; Paleface was able to make it up a few stairs without a sound, but others were less cooperative and creaked in complaint at the 230 pounds of man standing on them.

He was able to get to the point where he could see into the second level without needing to climb more stairs. It didn’t take him too long to spy the figure in the pretty, blue dress.

[hepaintshisface]

@noahrosewood

Concord was a more quiet place now that the Raiders that had resided there had become food for the crows. 

The tall man walked among the corpses, unphased by the death and decay around him; the sight was nothing new to him. 

Paleface used his rifle to pick up a discarded satchel, but he could already tell from how light the thing was that anything of value had been claimed from the Raiders when they were still warm bodies.

The skull-faced man grumbled under his breath, and turned his attention to one of the buildings instead; an old store from the looks of it. Paleface tested the door and found it to be unlocked. He was mildly surprised, but it also meant others had likely gone through the place before him.

Nevertheless, it probably smelled better inside there than out in the streets.

[noahrosewood]

@hepaintshisface

The fight had been so loud that Noah had heard it from nearly half a mile away, his ears picking up the sounds of a Gauss rifle and most of the time where those were the Brotherhood was and he didn’t have to worry as much about getting attacked as usual.

He waited patiently, finding a good hiding place as he usually did and listened for the sounds to die out and then waited even more just in case. By the time he emerged from his little space the fight was long over, bodies of the raiders littered the streets, bullets and blood and gore everywhere. Noah could only take so much of it, picking at what he could before the smell and sight of it nearly made him lose his precious meal so he stole away into the nearest store he could find, his wide brown eyes searching for any traps or mines he could disable with his nimble fingers and salvage the parts.

Noah was surprised to find, though, that the store he had walked into was an old clothing store and if there was one thing he loved more then finding a big bag of caps it was clothes. After inspecting the lower area, not finding much, he stepped quietly up into the second  level where he found a mirror and there beside it was the most beautiful blue dress he had ever seen in his life. With a small awed huff of air, Noah stepped over to it without even looking to see if it was a trap, his eyes transfixed on the piece of clothing as he reached out to hold it up.

Even with his heavy shoulder bag and bombs and pistol on his hip, Noah held the dress up to his body in front of the mirror and stared at himself through his curly dark hair, seeing his dirty face for the first time in a while, round cheeks and freckles and all he could think was that he really wished he had a place to wear the beautiful dress.

[hepaintshisface]

Paleface shut the door behind him, and took in the sights. A clothing store wasn’t the most exciting thing to encounter, mostly because a man of his size wasn’t really catered to as far as pre-war fashion went; Pants were often too short in the leg, and shirts and jackets suffered the same problem in the sleeves and waist.

That wasn’t to say that sometimes he got lucky.

He spotted a selection of picked-over shoes littering the ground and stand they were displayed on back in the day, and decided to have a look to see if scavengers had left behind a size he’d fit into.

The first pair were no good, and he tossed them aside without much thought; the shoes made an audible thump on the carpet, sending up a cloud of dust. As he was checking the size of the next pair, he heard the creaking of floorboards above him.

Paleface quickly looked up, pinpointing the general area where the creak came from. He sought out the stairs leading up to the second floor next, spying them not too far away; shoe browsing could wait until later.

The .44 magnum was drawn from its holster, and the large man moved quietly towards the stairs.

[hepaintshisface]

@noahrosewood

Concord was a more quiet place now that the Raiders that had resided there had become food for the crows. 

The tall man walked among the corpses, unphased by the death and decay around him; the sight was nothing new to him. 

Paleface used his rifle to pick up a discarded satchel, but he could already tell from how light the thing was that anything of value had been claimed from the Raiders when they were still warm bodies.

The skull-faced man grumbled under his breath, and turned his attention to one of the buildings instead; an old store from the looks of it. Paleface tested the door and found it to be unlocked. He was mildly surprised, but it also meant others had likely gone through the place before him.

Nevertheless, it probably smelled better inside there than out in the streets.

[hepaintshisface]

The Fallout 4 version of Paleface. Commissioned from @delborovic 

[galoogamelady]

Commissions for psycrowe​ of Shakala and Paleface

[psycrowe]

I got me some more excellent commissions from Galoo.

This is perfect timing for Halloween, too. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a chance to do much for Halloween besides carving some pumpkins; but it’s Mr. Face’s birthday today, and Shakala is Dimi’s were form in a non-Fallout setting.

Thanks again, Galoo!

[exiled-by-choice-deactivated201]

reblog with a gif of the animal your muse would be.

[hepaintshisface]

[roleplayaskmemes]

The 33rd gif in your folder is your muse's reaction to seeing their crush naked

[hepaintshisface]

[deermemehost]

Alignment Tracker

[hepaintshisface]

 Ace as Hell ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌● Lustful     Energetic ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy     Forgiving ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌ Vengeful    Generous ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Selfish        Honest ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Deceitful             Just ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Arbitrary       Merciful ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌ Cruel        Modest ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌ Proud           Pious ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌● Worldly       Prudent ●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Reckless  Temperate ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Indulgent      Trusting ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Suspicious     Valorous ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cowardly

[thoughtsandremembrance-blog]

RP: Pocket Full of Posies

[hepaintshisface]

Once the caps were handed over, Paleface tucked the pouch back into his satchel then simply watched her in the silence that befell them. The transaction was done with, and he could think of nothing more to discuss. He might have invited her to stay for a drink, or a snack, but he wasn’t known to be a very gracious host.

"Do you need anything else of me?" he decided to ask.

[thoughtsandremembrance-blog]

Oh.

He was not going to offer to walk her away from the ruins. Alma supposed that it did not matter—she was perfectly capable of seeing herself out, after all. Especially considering that she had seen her way in. While she did not relish the idea, she knew that the spear she had brought with her was most certainly enough protection should anyone see her as an easy target.

She shook her head slowly in response to his question and turned to begin walking away.

[hepaintshisface]

The Fiend wasn't aware she was looking to leave, not that he could think of a reason why she'd stick around now that the goods had been exchanged. His mind was more preoccupied with thoughts of his new possessions anyway.

He did clue in when she started to walk off, and at first he busied himself by tucking the cans back into his tent, and got up to do the same with the seeds and notebook. It didn't take long to do, and he looked to see how close Alma was to the doors before asking,

"Are you able to find your way out of South Vegas?"

[hepaintshisface]

He snorted quietly, out of amusement. It was short-lived amusement, however, due to Gautier questioning his bandages. The Fiend brushed a hand over his bandaged knee.

"They keep people from staring at me," And possibly identifying him for who he really was; something he preferred to avoid while surrounded by NCR, and people desperate for caps. However, he was never able to find out if a bounty rested on his head like he knew it did for others.

Paleface placed his hands on his knees then stood up. It was too awkward to show what the bandages hid without completely undoing them, so he lifted the hem of his shirt, just enough to show the burn scars marring the right side of his waist.

"They hide scars like these."

[gautierthegreat]

Gautier’s eyes narrowed again when Paleface mentioned wanting to avoid being stared at—something felt off about that, and the tall man was intimidating enough as it was. He’d come across people that didn’t like stares before, and it was almost always for a good reason.

Not that they always turned out to be bad, per say. He knew a few people with secrets who weren’t entirely shit. But it was still enough to make him much warier.

But the last thing he’d been expecting were scars. His eyes went wide at the sight of them and he felt vaguely sick; he took a step back and gulped, glancing away awkwardly. “Wh…h-holy shit that’s gross. Euuuuugh.”

[hepaintshisface]

Paleface definitely had things he wanted to keep a secret from most of those residing in Freeside. It was easier to do business in the ruined city rather than relying on those brave traders, and he still had that self-imposed debt to the Followers.

As soon as Gautier reacted to the scars, he covered them once more. The reaction didn't bother him, however; instead, he was amused at how grossed out the boy was.

"You should have seen them when they were fresh," he teased.

[thoughtsandremembrance-blog]

RP: Pocket Full of Posies

[hepaintshisface]

Once Alma accepted the new offer, the Fiend nodded in return. He opened the satchel at his hip and withdrew a leather pouch separating his caps from the rest of the stuff he carried.

It didn’t appear very full as he emptied some of it into his hand, silently counting until he had a dozen. Fingers curled around the caps to contain them, and he stretched out his scarred arm, preparing to drop the remaining payment into her hand.

[thoughtsandremembrance-blog]

The caps were accepted readily into Alma’s own palm. She gave them a quick glance—just enough to reassure her that they were all there. Once she was satisfied that was the case, she retrieved a small pouch from her bag and emptied them inside of it.

Alma tucked it back safely into the bag and shut it securely. She turned her gaze back at the Fiend almost questioningly, uncertain if he was going to escort her safely out of the building. Should he choose to remain rooted silently to the spot, she supposed that she would just turn to exit alone.

[hepaintshisface]

Once the caps were handed over, Paleface tucked the pouch back into his satchel then simply watched her in the silence that befell them. The transaction was done with, and he could think of nothing more to discuss. He might have invited her to stay for a drink, or a snack, but he wasn't known to be a very gracious host.

"Do you need anything else of me?" he decided to ask.

[hepaintshisface]

He worked another piece of meat free, but kept it for himself and chewed quietly as he watched the boy. His words made the Fiend grin, and even chuckle a little.

"Do I not strike you as a man who has kids?" Paleface then shook his head. "They are not with me, no. I do not live in Freeside; I only come here when I must purchase supplies. It is… a long walk to get here. It is safer for my children to remain at home.

And very well. I will cease with questions about food.”

[gautierthegreat]

Gautier narrowed his eyes warily, giving the Fiend a quick look up and down. He gave a half-hearted shrug and frowned at him. “You look like any asshole from the wastes, I GUESS. Only with stupid bandages on. Wh-what’s with those, anyway? You ain’t acting hurt. They’re stupid and weird.”

He eyed the remainder of the meat hungrily, though he kept his distance. It wasn’t like he could steal from a guy who was expecting it, after all. And maybe if he kept talking it’d turn out this asshole was stupid enough to give him more.

[hepaintshisface]

He snorted quietly, out of amusement. It was short-lived amusement, however, due to Gautier questioning his bandages. The Fiend brushed a hand over his bandaged knee.

"They keep people from staring at me," And possibly identifying him for who he really was; something he preferred to avoid while surrounded by NCR, and people desperate for caps. However, he was never able to find out if a bounty rested on his head like he knew it did for others.

Paleface placed his hands on his knees then stood up. It was too awkward to show what the bandages hid without completely undoing them, so he lifted the hem of his shirt, just enough to show the burn scars marring the right side of his waist.

"They hide scars like these."

[thoughtsandremembrance-blog]

RP: Pocket Full of Posies

[hepaintshisface]

Alma was met with silence, and a stare; pale eyes regarded the bag of jerky she held, then the cans of food that were part of the deal. The notebook and seed packets were studied last as he worked out an alternative to sate the displeasure her price left with him. He could counter-offer with a lower price, but sometimes food was more precious than saving a couple of caps.

Paleface stretched out one leg, the length of it easily reaching the stacked cans from where he sat, knocking the small tower over. Two cans were rolled towards the Fiend, and he stood them next to his bed. 

With part of his food supply reclaimed, he settled his attention back on Alma and counter-offered, “Twelve caps.”

[thoughtsandremembrance-blog]

Alma watched the Fiend move the cans away impassively. She surveyed the remaining merchandise silently and calculated its value to her, flickering her gaze to the jerky in her hand again before bringing it back up to meet Paleface’s eyes once more.

Slowly, carefully, she nodded to signify the deal was acceptable. She opened her bag again and placed the jerky and remaining cans inside of it, then looked at the Fiend and waited expectantly for him to hand her the money that she was still owed to complete the transaction.

[hepaintshisface]

Once Alma accepted the new offer, the Fiend nodded in return. He opened the satchel at his hip and withdrew a leather pouch separating his caps from the rest of the stuff he carried.

It didn't appear very full as he emptied some of it into his hand, silently counting until he had a dozen. Fingers curled around the caps to contain them, and he stretched out his scarred arm, preparing to drop the remaining payment into her hand.

[hepaintshisface]

The Fiend pursed his lips in thought at Gautier’s defensiveness, not that it surprised him; Paleface should have chose his own words a bit more carefully in the first place. Using the wall he was leaning against, he lowered himself into a crouch - more eye level with Gautier - and folded his arms over his legs.

"I suppose I should clarify that I do not care how you get food, just that you do get it. That is all."

He turned his attention to the remaining skewer in his hand and worked the first piece of meat off it.

"But you are right, it is none of my business; however, is it so terrible for a father to show some concern for a child who appears to be on his own?" Paleface offered out the piece of meat, almost as if as a peace offering for being so nosy.

[gautierthegreat]

Gautier’s shoulders stiffened and he eyed the freshly offered piece of meat almost like he was worried there might be something wrong with it. But it didn’t take long for the slight-emptiness remaining in his stomach to prod him to take it. He popped it into his mouth and chewed angrily before swallowing it.

Once he’d finished, he shifted his weight awkwardly from foot-to-foot and leveled another nervous glare at the Fiend.

"…the…the hell do you mean father?” He rubbed his nose with his sleeve and gave Paleface a skeptical look. “What, you got a kid stashed somewhere? ‘Cause you don’t look like you got a kid with you. Anyway, it still ain’t you business if I eat, gramps. Or what.”

[hepaintshisface]

He worked another piece of meat free, but kept it for himself and chewed quietly as he watched the boy. His words made the Fiend grin, and even chuckle a little.

"Do I not strike you as a man who has kids?" Paleface then shook his head. "They are not with me, no. I do not live in Freeside; I only come here when I must purchase supplies. It is... a long walk to get here. It is safer for my children to remain at home.

And very well. I will cease with questions about food."