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: 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.
Concur the 101, but you just game me ammo...
"Well then, how do ya know it wasn't just chicken with a funny texture? It's rotted, ya know."
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.
Flag 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 ".....""Help!"Think!I see if anyone is alive.
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.
"Well, if we're going to keep arguing about this, I think I'd like to take your advice and gtfo before I get eaten."
Run the hell away, attempting to pick up my weapons as I go.
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.
Look around for any surviving fiends. If there aren't any then run into camp. If there is any, then take cover and SHOOT 'EM, SHOOT 'EM.
Flag 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
wehn you talk half dozzen people walk out, all holding machetes/rifles, one goes up to you and puts a revolver to your head "Why have you come to Caesars land?"
Caesar spoken the right way with a k sound, not a s
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.
you do and she yells "And don't come back!"
Iron - Serf
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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:John "Schuette" Age:21 Gender:Male Physical Desc.:Strong, Fast, Tall Personality:Smart, Quick, Funny Trait: Strong sense of humor Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Silenced Thermal Scoped Tactical Rifle Armor:Swat Team(Everything they wear) Misc.:Tactical Shotgun Room: 777 Health: 1000/1000 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: whatever your in Group: none Perkragon Eyes, Can See Far And Wide Nothing Gets Past Me Special: i make from bio Bio: I work on the computer a lot. Im a friend to playing games, I also have tons of friends. I talk too much. I get in tons of trouble and I cant help it, well I used to get in trouble. I have an amazing ability to ignore(like I am right now). I hear very well, nothing gets by me.
Name:John "Schuette" Age:21 Gender:Male Physical Desc.:Strong, Fast, Tall Personality:Smart, Quick, Funny Trait: Strong sense of humor Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Silenced Thermal Scoped Tactical Rifle Armor:Swat Team(Everything they wear) Misc.:Tactical Shotgun Room: 777 Health: 1000/1000 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: whatever your in Group: none Perkragon Eyes, Can See Far And Wide Nothing Gets Past Me Special: i make from bio Bio: I work on the computer a lot. Im a friend to playing games, I also have tons of friends. I talk too much. I get in tons of trouble and I cant help it, well I used to get in trouble. I have an amazing ability to ignore(like I am right now). I hear very well, nothing gets by me.
no, do you have past experience at what fallout is?
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.
Goodsprings is spared...for now.
I start heading down the Long 15 to Primm. Maybe there I can find a better gun.
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
"I was running away from Utobitha and found here..."
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.
You head down a road, that's for sure, but instead you come upon a place called sloan
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
he cocks the hammer on the pistol
then you notice, there are a lot of fresh bodies on crosses around the small town
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.
