the name explains the story, if you don't know, feel free to ask anywho to the classes NOTE: if you want to be NCR or Legion YOU MUST USE THE CLASSES LISTED!
NCR trooper recruit: your in the NCR powerful but spread thin D: items:,10 mm pistol[12/200],NCR fatigues,Goggles & helmet,5 pure water,5 gecko kebabs
Caesars Legion rookie: your part of the powerful Caesars legion! items: tire iron,legion rookie armor,rookie helmet,9mm pistol[10/175],5 pure water,5 healing powders
Wanderer: your a simple wanderer who goes around the wasteland items: waste lander outfit,desperado cowboy hat,varmint rifle[10/100], 3 frag grenades, 2 pure water, 3 dirty water, 5 sunset Sarsparilla
New vegas resident: your a resident with an easy life baby! items: hotel room,switchblade,10 Brahmin steaks,10 pure waters
Utobitha Citizen: you are a Super mutant or Nightkin under the partially mad ruler Tabitha and it's robot best friend Rhonda: Items (super mutant/night kin): Super mutant Patchwork Armor/ super mutant stealth armor, Rebar Club/ Bumper Sword, Varmint Rifle [10/100]/ 10 Stealth Boy's, 5 dirty waters, 10 Mole Rat Meats
or create your own class psst pro tip: raiders aren't as powerful here!
char sheet:
Name: Age: (note ghouls and super mutants live extremely long) Gender: (super mutants are genderless but you can put the previous gender) Physical Desc.: least 3 things Personality:least 3 Trait: i make Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Armor: Misc.: Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: whatever your in Group: none Perk:you make but nothing too special Special: i make from bio Bio: make at least 6 sentences
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:650 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[1], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs, Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join the NCR army. As soon as he turned 18, he was at the recruitment center. He trained hard. When he finally got put in the Mojave wasteland, he was ecstatic.
you know there was a "erk" in fallout 2 called Gigolo, guess what the requirements were
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:650 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[1], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,70 Tops Chips Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join the NCR army. As soon as he turned 18, he was at the recruitment center. He trained hard. When he finally got put in the Mojave wasteland, he was ecstatic.
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"I can't afford all of that. But how much would each selection cost individualy?" Greg asks.
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:650 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[1], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,70 Tops Chips Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join the NCR army. As soon as he turned 18, he was at the recruitment center. He trained hard. When he finally got put in the Mojave wasteland, he was ecstatic.
it doesn't do anything but make you more popular in new reno, also there is a trait called, sex appeal
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"3 incendiary - 600 caps service rifle with ammo - 400 caps"
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
as you move your hand back you hear the hammer being brought back "Don't even, give me the gun"
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:650 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[1], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,70 Tops Chips Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join the NCR army. As soon as he turned 18, he was at the recruitment center. He trained hard. When he finally got put in the Mojave wasteland, he was ecstatic.
"I'll take the service rifle with ammo." Greg replies.
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:250 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[1], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,70 Tops Chips Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join the NCR army. As soon as he turned 18, he was at the recruitment center. He trained hard. When he finally got put in the Mojave wasteland, he was ecstatic.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
Oh, I know who this is...But wait, Varmint Rifles don't have hammers, and Sunny doesn't carry a revolver.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
I toss the repeater and revolver where I tossed the laser pistol. If she flinches in a way I can tell, disarm her and shoot her in the chest and quip this:
"See? You ARE a *****."
If she doesn't, jab the machete into the ground and quip this:
"Well, for once someone in this desert is competent. Good job, you."
Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep.
Name: Grace Thomson Age: 25 Gender: Female Physical Desc.: 6'2, Toned muscles, Bleach Blonde hair, Personality: Intelligent, Remorseless, Enjoys toying with targets and joking around, Mildy psychotic Trait: I'm not crazy...: You do a bit extra damage Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot hand ------ Faction: Evil Cowboy(Faction Negated) Group: none Perk: Anarchist: +20% damage and +5% critical rate against major factions, +10% damage against minor factions Special: DIE DIE DIE: the more you kill the more damage you do for a short time Bio: Grace was never really...right growing up. Hell, she sure wasn't graceful. When she was 10 years old, her father and brothers were killed by drunk NCR Military Police during a trip to New Vegas. Half a year later, her town was razed during a Legion raid. With the help of a psyche twisted like a mobius strip, she figured that any and all authority must DIE. Since then, anyone who tried to take care of her has met a painful death, often with the body scattered over a small area with a "T" cut in them. She mostly learned how to survive on her own, with some help from the poor souls that tried to help her.
she stays perfectly still
"Well, now explain why you just decided to stir up trouble, your not a powder ganger are you?"
Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep.
you run around and eventually find a town, there is a huge fire and a lot of smaller fires
