Justin Luckett-Telcontar
New member
I know there's already an interest thread for a Fallout RP, but as it's pretty much dead I figure I'd take it upon myself to revive the concept. Now I may not have run an RP on Europeia before but I've got my fair share of experience elsewhere. With that said, I'd like to introduce you to the formerly great United States of America.
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This is a time before the sole survivor of Vault 111 brought a new era to the Commonwealth. A time before the Courier determined the fate of the Mojave. A time before the Lone Wanderer purified the Potomac. A time before the Chosen One brought an end to the ambitions of the Enclave. A time before the hero of Vault 13 destroyed the great Supermutant army raised by the Master. The only FEV abominations here are oversized rats and insects. Supermutants are a rumor whispered of by crazy old caravan merchants. Ghouls are a race of freaks confined to Necropolis and a few unscrupulous raider gangs. Speaking of raiders, they are mostly gangs of thugs robbing caravans that lose their way in the barren southern Californian desert. The pathetic chem gangs full of delinquent teenagers steal and act as muscle for the corrupt fat cats that run the towns and cities. Tribals are just some crazies that live out on the edge of the wasteland, nothing more than raiders with a twist. This new world has its own society and normality. You are just another inhabitant of this empty land; barely a blip on the radar. Today you've signed up with the Crimson Caravan Company, one of two in the Hub, which takes routes far more dangerous than their Far-Go competitors, but with much greater pay. It's the morning on the 3rd of February, 2150, and it's time for you to go. But wait! It seems your papers were lost! Better sign up again, and quickly, before the Caravan leaves!
Employee Registry for the Crimson Caravan Company:
Name:
Sex:
Age:
Weapons Proficiency-Pick 2: (Small Guns/Big Guns+Explosives/Energy Weapons/Melee)
Survival Skills-Pick 1: (Repair/Science/Survivalism/Medical)
Bio:
This is a time before the sole survivor of Vault 111 brought a new era to the Commonwealth. A time before the Courier determined the fate of the Mojave. A time before the Lone Wanderer purified the Potomac. A time before the Chosen One brought an end to the ambitions of the Enclave. A time before the hero of Vault 13 destroyed the great Supermutant army raised by the Master. The only FEV abominations here are oversized rats and insects. Supermutants are a rumor whispered of by crazy old caravan merchants. Ghouls are a race of freaks confined to Necropolis and a few unscrupulous raider gangs. Speaking of raiders, they are mostly gangs of thugs robbing caravans that lose their way in the barren southern Californian desert. The pathetic chem gangs full of delinquent teenagers steal and act as muscle for the corrupt fat cats that run the towns and cities. Tribals are just some crazies that live out on the edge of the wasteland, nothing more than raiders with a twist. This new world has its own society and normality. You are just another inhabitant of this empty land; barely a blip on the radar. Today you've signed up with the Crimson Caravan Company, one of two in the Hub, which takes routes far more dangerous than their Far-Go competitors, but with much greater pay. It's the morning on the 3rd of February, 2150, and it's time for you to go. But wait! It seems your papers were lost! Better sign up again, and quickly, before the Caravan leaves!
Employee Registry for the Crimson Caravan Company:
Name:
Sex:
Age:
Weapons Proficiency-Pick 2: (Small Guns/Big Guns+Explosives/Energy Weapons/Melee)
Survival Skills-Pick 1: (Repair/Science/Survivalism/Medical)
Bio: