Caravan, Pilgrim, Citizen, or...?

Former vault dweller, NCR Lieutenant, Ryan is here to take your questions and help you become a full-fledged NCR citizen. [Askbox: Open]

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An interactive story where your messages impact what happens to the characters. The adventures of...

[Here we have a new ask blog/interactive comic thing going on! Check it out!]

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Buzzkill Company - If you need a job, these are the guys for it. They claim to be a legitimate military, but they won’t say for who they take orders. Raided terminals in their outposts reference the Great North, which has led to some in the Republic to assume Canada has begun reasserting their lost strength. Or it could be a shattered gang of raiders that lucked out on an old military base. Still, if you pay them well enough, they’ll wipe out a town or escort a caravan for you. They also conscript anyone they can get their hands on if they need the men. Avoid if you’re not a certified badass, they use squad tactics and pack a punch. Try to run off before they call reinforcements.

[skie-the-hybrid]

Hey Skie, look what I found while scavenging. Its some chewed up book called Alpha & Omega. Its giving off... bad vibes. You're some kind of, wolf person? This mean anything to you?

Skie took the book from the lieutenant she'd been hanging around with. She read the dust jacket, then flipped it open and leafed through it a bit. She rose an eyebrow at the lieutenant.

"You flirting?"

[ncr-lieutenant]

“If I wanted to flirt with a beautiful woman, you think I would hand them an evil tome from a time best forgotten?” The lieutenant dusts off the front of his uniform, coated with the stuff now, looking down at the open pages. “Oh god, what the hell is a Omegaverse? Claim bite? I’m... feeling ill.” His face starts to sweat.

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A dusty old terminal whirrs to life, the flickering portrait of a harried young man in a bloodied militarist uniform coming to life as he leans into the visual feed. He taps the screen, leaving a slight smudge.

“Hello? Anyone there? Is this thing working? This is Lieutenant Goldman, 3rd Mechanized Infantry, requesting immediate aide! Our supply station on the Long 15 is under attack by several unidentified hostiles, not sure how long we can hold out here-”

[ncr-lieutenant]

The Baron Wars [Open Game]

The second battle of Hoover Dam is over and done with. While the war continues, the Republic won the battle, and Vegas has gone the independent route. The Republic is not doing so well, with this protracted war and growing dissent against the past ten years of rule. At this time of weakness, the Stockmen Association, a group of powerful barons in the North, decide to rebel. With various mercenary armies paid for or persuaded with promises of influence, they are terrorizing the north. And have declared the Northern Free Economic Zone. This has thrown the country into disarray, both the northern territories, and the southern ones. As the north produces a great quantity of the foodstuff needed to feed the population. The Northern Expedition has been formed to quash the the rebellion and all other resistance in the north. And you're part of the Northern Expedition! Part of a squad led by your Captain, seeing front line combat, spy missions, relief efforts, etc. Save the North, save the Republic. If this interests you, DM me. We’re looking for players. Characters do not have to be military personnel, but no canon characters please. Robots and mutants are also okay! We hope you enjoy bagging some baron heads. - Grease the DM

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Recruitment Drive [Open]

The soldier leaned behind the emplacement, a rickety and quite structurally questionable table set by the roadside. Binoculars in hand, and sweat gathering in his beret, he glanced down the road for any signs of life, or robotic movement. At this point, the young man would take anything that walked, talked, and fought.

[aviiatrix-archived]

If you are an active roleplay blog for Fallout, please reblog this! I would love to find people to interact with. 

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yo anyone wanna rp???

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Recruit Legionary

“I’ve heard it’s a bad idea to tempt the wrath of Caesar.” - Edward Sallow, 2281 You are a member of Caesar’s Legion living in the Mojave Wasteland in 2281. You form the backbone of the Legion, are the most common form of legionary, and the least valuable. You are either a tribal whose land has been assimilated or conquered or you have been born into the Legion as a slave, and so as a fresh conscript you are pushed to the front lines to deal with the NCR presence in the area; your commander...

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Me coming out of unannounced hiatus after 3 months and posting a starter call.

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(Like for an RP starter post! Oorah!)

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(Like for starter)

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The Wilkerson Boys, a mercenary army employed by Mister Hanson, prominent brahmin baron of the Baron Wars of the North. Recognizable for their peaked caps and use of blades, the Wilkersons have a reputation for breaking strikes with brute force and needless violence against protestors in Northern NCR. Bounties for former Wilkersons after the end of the Baron Wars are relatively high to contemporary war criminals.

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This answer got too LONG so I’m just making it its own post, but yeah!! Although they aren’t quite breeds in the same way as modern horse breeds– most wastelanders just refer to sleipnir by a few super informal “types” that are based on appearance and function, instead of ancestry/genetics. All pre-war horses and horse breeds are extinct, but new varieties of sleipnir have evolved or been bred by wastelanders across the wasteland! Here are some of the most widely recognized! featuring a…little ghostly cowboy man for scale

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Like this post for a starter!

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Cookout (RP)

Lieutenant Goldman was on leave from Sunnydale, enjoying a precious week off in the greater Mojave area camping out with a few service buddies, roasting things they shot and groaning about the Brotherhood or the damned Den. He was alone for now, roasting some meat brand Meat (trademarked), just enjoying the whine of the radroaches and watching some bighorners in the distance chew grass. Ah, this truly was the life. Might even get some visitors, hopefully.

[skie-the-hybrid]

Skie, continuing her ongoing hobby of ignoring humans, gave a shout-howl as she ran at the spider and brought the board down at it eyes, very very hard.

[ncr-lieutenant]

The gremlin’s attack infuriates the Red Terror, producing a spattering of eye jelly as well. With one of its eyes punctured by a long nail, it uses the remaining seven to focus on its new target, and swings a big meaty front leg at them.

[skie-the-hybrid]

Skie held the board, and ergo, the spider, where it was. She ducked under the swipe and tried to rip the board across the spider’s line of eyes, trying to tear out as many as possible.

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Skie manages to tear out a single spider eye, sadly most of its valuable eye jelly has burst out from the strike, but the vessel itself still has brewing use.

The creature roars and lunges forward, as the cocooned man starts to wiggle away from the scene of battle, perhaps seeing his chance to escape.

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ncr-lieutenant:

Gazing down the streets, instead of a fedora toting, trenchcoat clad biblical angel of death… the geared gumshoe instead found this amazing human.

“I mean, if you want to think of me as one, sure. At least till we get past introductions.” Stepping forward into the light is an adult man in an NCR uniform with a colt rangemaster on hand. “So, how about we exchange names, pal?”

The garb the man wears is familiar, but Nick can’t put his finger on it for the time being. It’s been so long since he’d seen it. “Frankly, you don’t look too threatening yourself. Though you look strategically dressed enough to not immediately set off the red flags– ” Nick chuckles, his fretting facade long gone; “Well, I go by Nick. I’m assuming you from a militarist ranking of some sort…?”

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“Odd choice of words. But yes, I’m in the business of law enforcement.” Well, the area was as lawless as initial reports led him to believe then. Simply not wearing skulls and rusty bike chains was enough to make a local think you were friendly. And that... that indicated a lot of wackos in bones and rusty metal. He lowers the rangemaster, but doesn’t put it away just yet. “Lieutenant Goldman, New California Republic Army, 1st Supply Division. May I see your papers?”