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loco5
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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

Fiend: a chem crazed raider, items: laser rifle [30/250], fiend battle helmet, raider badlands armor, 2 Psycho, 2 jet, 2 Med-x, 3 gecko steaks, 1 fiend stew

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
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Weapons:
Armor:
Misc.:
Room: I.E. your house or hotel room
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: i make
Conditions: Fine
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Faction: whatever your in
Group: none
Perk:you make but nothing too special
Special: i make from bio
Bio: make at least 6 sentences

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Alright, I haven't been on the forum games (or the forums, really) for a really long time, thought I'd revisit the ol' place to see if newbs and bad-spellers still run the place. Saw this, which is apparently based off my favorite game, so what the heck- I'll try. Might not be too active, though.

Class: Traveling Gun Runner.

Name:
Real name: Sarl Wander.
Childhood and tribal name: Sailing wind.
Modern name: Wander, the Gun Runner.
Age: 34
Gender: Male.
(By the way I'm pretty sure nightkin and super mutants have genders, think of the difference between Tabitha and Neil, or between Fawkes and Lily Bowen.)
Physical Desc.: Sarl has a tough, slim body- hardened by his childhood of living in the Cliff birds tribe, a bit west of Arroyo (yeah, I know I invented something). He has tattoos all over his body, though he tries to hide them with clothing. He has relatively small eyes, making his perception bad, but somewhat accurate, and he has very strong legs allowing him for travel and great agility.

Personality: Sarl Wander is never satisfied with anything; he won't settle with "good", it is either &quoterfect" or "dead". He will often continue suggesting prices even after a gun was bought from him, and even a speck of dust on one of his 10mms would cause him great annoyance, and a great desire to fix the mistake. For this reason, Sarl is slow in combat, searching for the perfect shot before actually taking it. He also really, really likes sunset sarsaparilla.
Trait: i make
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
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Weapons:
Used by him:
- 357. revolver
- 44. magnum revolver
- Gun Runner 5.56 pistol
- hunting revolver.
Carried by his pack brahmin for sale:
- 4 9mm pistols
- 2 12.7 pistol
- 3 10 mm pistols.
- 2 10mm sub-machinegun.
- a fully modded varmint rifle
- a lever action shotgun
- recharger pistol
- 2 plasma defenders.
Armor: Leather armor re-inforced.
Misc.: A ton of repairing and crafting supplies, not gonna list them.
Room: No room, Sarl's a traveling merchant.
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: i make
Conditions: Fine
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Faction: Generally trades with NCR, but prefers to trade with outlaws and (preferably drunk) gunslingers.
Group: Gun Runners.
Perk:Jury Rigging.
Special: i make from bio
Bio: Sarl Wander was born to a family of famous and wealthy caravan owners, who ran caravan routes in a triangular trade from New Vegas, shady sands and tribal villages in the north including Arroyo. When Sarl was a baby, he was on a caravan trip with his parents, when they were traveling by the shoreline, the territorial tribal warriors of the area destroyed the caravan, burning it down with an incinerator and killing Sarl's parents with laser rifles. When looting through the dusty remains of Sarl's father, they found Sarl cradled in the ash pile. They took him and grew him as a warrior. They found a little not saying his name, but did were illiterate so they mistook it for "Sailing Wind", two words they were familiar with. Sarl, being a curious and tenacious boy became one of the tribe's explorers. One day, when exploring east of his village, he found the remains of the caravan he once traveled in as a baby. Digging up notes and holotapes he found out his true identity, and used what little money he could scavenge to travel to Shady Sands, in hopes of re-building his parent's business. While he didn't exactly make his own caravan company, Sarl got a contract with the Gun Runners, traveling to the cities of New Vegas, New Reno, and shady sands selling high-caliber, high-quality pistols.

So is that all okay? Might've given him too many weapons- but hey, he IS a gun merchant.

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Woops, forgot one thing:

Room: Doesn't live in one place, because he is a merchant- but has a small cabin he owns in Novac and some shacks by the long 15.

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Haha, I'm really sorry, but I really must fix some stuff here.

Class: Traveling Gun Runner.

Name:
Real name: Sarl Wander.
Childhood and tribal name: Sailing wind.
Modern name: Wander, the Gun Runner.
Age: 34
Gender: Male.
(By the way I'm pretty sure nightkin and super mutants have genders, think of the difference between Tabitha and Neil, or between Fawkes and Lily Bowen.)
Physical Desc.: Sarl has a tough, slim body- hardened by his childhood of living in the Cliff birds tribe, a bit west of Arroyo (yeah, I know I invented something). He has tattoos all over his body, though he tries to hide them with clothing. He has relatively small eyes, making his perception bad, but somewhat accurate, and he has very strong legs allowing him for travel and great agility.

Personality: Sarl Wander is never satisfied with anything; he won't settle with "good", it is either &quoterfect" or "dead". He will often continue suggesting prices even after a gun was bought from him, and even a speck of dust on one of his 10mms would cause him great annoyance, and a great desire to fix the mistake. For this reason, Sarl is slow in combat, searching for the perfect shot before actually taking it. He also really, really likes sunset sarsaparilla.
Trait: i make
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
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Weapons:
Used by him:
- 357. revolver
- 44. magnum revolver
- Gun Runner 5.56 pistol
- hunting revolver.
Carried by his pack brahmin for sale:
- 4 9mm pistols
- 2 12.7 pistol
- 3 10 mm pistols.
- 2 10mm sub-machinegun.
- a fully modded varmint rifle
- a lever action shotgun
- recharger pistol
- 2 plasma defenders.
Armor: Leather armor re-inforced.
Misc.: A ton of repairing and crafting supplies, not gonna list them.
Room: No room, Sarl's a traveling merchant.
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: i make
Conditions: Fine
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Faction: Gun Runners.
Group: Him and trusty old Fetka (his Brahmin)
Perk:Jury Rigging.
Special: i make from bio
Bio: Sarl Wander was born to a family of famous and wealthy caravan owners, who ran caravan routes in a triangular trade from New Vegas, shady sands and tribal villages in the north including Arroyo. When Sarl was a baby, he was on a caravan trip with his parents, when they were traveling by the shoreline, the territorial tribal warriors of the area destroyed the caravan, burning it down with an incinerator and killing Sarl's parents with laser rifles. When looting through the dusty remains of Sarl's father, they found Sarl cradled in the ash pile. They took him and grew him as a warrior. They found a little not saying his name, but did were illiterate so they mistook it for "Sailing Wind", two words they were familiar with. Sarl, being a curious and tenacious boy became one of the tribe's explorers. One day, when exploring east of his village, he found the remains of the caravan he once traveled in as a baby. Digging up notes and holotapes he found out his true identity, and used what little money he could scavenge to travel to Shady Sands, in hopes of re-building his parent's business. While he didn't exactly make his own caravan company, Sarl got a contract with the Gun Runners, traveling to the cities of New Vegas, New Reno, and shady sands selling high-caliber, high-quality pistols.

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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
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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
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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

"Hello,So this is the first fight?"Wheres my real armour and weapons?!

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We playing on whole America or on territory of one part of Fallout?
Fallout 1/2/3/Vegas/(DLCs for 3 or Vegas) (i know them all)

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From the first post in theme looks like in Vegas :I but i wanna be 100% sure.

p.s. Sorry for any gramma mistakes i am not native speaker but trying speak right

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p.s. Sorry for any gramma mistakes i am not native speaker but trying speak right


if you have a hard time, try using a translator, google translate is pretty good


We playing on whole America or on territory of one part of Fallout?
Fallout 1/2/3/Vegas/(DLCs for 3 or Vegas) (i know them all)


in the Mojave, with my own parts to spruce it up and you can play a DLC if you like
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Name:
Real name: Sarl Wander.
Childhood and tribal name: Sailing wind.
Modern name: Wander, the Gun Runner.
Age: 34
Gender: Male.
(By the way I'm pretty sure nightkin and super mutants have genders, think of the difference between Tabitha and Neil, or between Fawkes and Lily Bowen.)
Physical Desc.: Sarl has a tough, slim body- hardened by his childhood of living in the Cliff birds tribe, a bit west of Arroyo (yeah, I know I invented something). He has tattoos all over his body, though he tries to hide them with clothing. He has relatively small eyes, making his perception bad, but somewhat accurate, and he has very strong legs allowing him for travel and great agility.

Personality: Sarl Wander is never satisfied with anything; he won't settle with "good", it is either &quoterfect" or "dead". He will often continue suggesting prices even after a gun was bought from him, and even a speck of dust on one of his 10mms would cause him great annoyance, and a great desire to fix the mistake. For this reason, Sarl is slow in combat, searching for the perfect shot before actually taking it. He also really, really likes sunset sarsaparilla.
Trait: i make
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
-----------
Weapons:
Used by him:
- 357. revolver
- 44. magnum revolver
- Gun Runner 5.56 pistol
- hunting revolver.
Carried by his pack brahmin for sale:
- 4 9mm pistols
- 2 12.7 pistol
- 3 10 mm pistols.
- 2 10mm sub-machinegun.
- a fully modded varmint rifle
- a lever action shotgun
- recharger pistol
- 2 plasma defenders.
Armor: Leather armor re-inforced.
Misc.: A ton of repairing and crafting supplies, not gonna list them.
Room: No room, Sarl's a traveling merchant.
Health: 100/100
Armor Health: i make
Conditions: Fine
------
Faction: Gun Runners.
Group: Him and trusty old Fetka (his Brahmin)
Perk:Jury Rigging.
Special: i make from bio
Bio: Sarl Wander was born to a family of famous and wealthy caravan owners, who ran caravan routes in a triangular trade from New Vegas, shady sands and tribal villages in the north including Arroyo. When Sarl was a baby, he was on a caravan trip with his parents, when they were traveling by the shoreline, the territorial tribal warriors of the area destroyed the caravan, burning it down with an incinerator and killing Sarl's parents with laser rifles. When looting through the dusty remains of Sarl's father, they found Sarl cradled in the ash pile. They took him and grew him as a warrior. They found a little not saying his name, but did were illiterate so they mistook it for "Sailing Wind", two words they were familiar with. Sarl, being a curious and tenacious boy became one of the tribe's explorers. One day, when exploring east of his village, he found the remains of the caravan he once traveled in as a baby. Digging up notes and holotapes he found out his true identity, and used what little money he could scavenge to travel to Shady Sands, in hopes of re-building his parent's business. While he didn't exactly make his own caravan company, Sarl got a contract with the Gun Runners, traveling to the cities of New Vegas, New Reno, and shady sands selling high-caliber, high-quality pistols.

no


Iron - Serf


Flag

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
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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:80/100
Armor health:150/150
Conditions:Fine, nice one dummkopf
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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.


he/she has a gender, your just not sure. But it looks like a she more than he

and he/she literally jumps up and stabs you in the arm, utterly terrified



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
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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
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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

try looking back at the shack where you found it :P


Wood - Squire


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
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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
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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

"Silence, NCR! You will fight to the death against two slaves, this should be easy...but your NCR, weak in the arm. Trust only your range weapons"


a gate on the other side is released and two slaves run out with rags wielding machetes as well

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Name: Gabriel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Sporty body,1.8 metres in hight,have scars,short brown hair cause long hard to wash,some times even bald.
Personalityon't speak too much,pretty serious,don't drunk or smoke,thinking before doing,some times can't hold his emotions,easily going into the role(like artist).Don't understand why world make him feel so many pain(physical and moral)
Trait:
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
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Weapons:Small dull axe,knife,10-mm pistol 12/100
Armor:dust-coat,hat with a wind-guard points.Some weak metal plate on tours.
Misc.:3 dirty water,1 potato chips,2 Sliced iguana,
Room:
Health: 100/100
Armor Health:
Conditions: Fine
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Faction: Stranger
Group: none
Perk: versatile(when was young reached many things from your parents)
Special:
Bio:Born in family of people who lived in old abandoned vault,by using holo-discs teaches many things,also from old people.Never played with friends,he had only one girl-friend, but she died from some ill.His father was a stranger,who told him - your body and brain must be well trained in that bad world.One day he don't come back.But he stayed in vault cause cared about family.When he was alone he always or thinking and modelling some situations or imagine like he is another people..(like artists on scene-he in his brain)
But after his mom died he leaved vault,but visited his girl-friend grave.He also had a metal cross on his body, grandpa and grandpa grandpa used it. Also book with cross on first page.It had lock, he don't know how to open it.

"After the long travelling i must found the city,the nearest was Vegas,which one near Mojave.I came from South-west.I looked at the billboard and it says - GET OUT! Mojave Outpost!
I had a chose - die, or trying pass there, i chose last one.
Came to outpost, there was like ~150 metres to the gates,and some guy told - STOP MOVE B***h or i shoot you!"

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Name: Gabriel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Sporty body,1.8 metres in hight,have scars,short brown hair cause long hard to wash,some times even bald.
Personalityon't speak too much,pretty serious,don't drunk or smoke,thinking before doing,some times can't hold his emotions,easily going into the role(like artist).Don't understand why world make him feel so many pain(physical and moral)
Trait:
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
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Weapons:Small dull axe,knife,10-mm pistol 12/100
Armor:dust-coat,hat with a wind-guard points.Some weak metal plate on tours.
Misc.:3 dirty water,1 potato chips,2 Sliced iguana,
Room:
Health: 100/100
Armor Health:
Conditions: Fine
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Faction: Stranger
Group: none
Perk: versatile(when was young reached many things from your parents)
Special:
Bio:Born in family of people who lived in old abandoned vault,by using holo-discs teaches many things,also from old people.Never played with friends,he had only one girl-friend, but she died from some ill.His father was a stranger,who told him - your body and brain must be well trained in that bad world.One day he don't come back.But he stayed in vault cause cared about family.When he was alone he always or thinking and modelling some situations or imagine like he is another people..(like artists on scene-he in his brain)
But after his mom died he leaved vault,but visited his girl-friend grave.He also had a metal cross on his body, grandpa and grandpa grandpa used it. Also book with cross on first page.It had lock, he don't know how to open it.

what? no that never happened...

your in a shack, near the town of Goodsprings, not sure what to do next

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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
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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
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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 grab my machete and try dodging and I try to back stab.

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Peasant

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 parry, then stab the slave in the stomach, he falls back down writhing in pain

the other sees and drops his machete clawing at the gate

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Name: Gabriel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Sporty body,1.8 metres in hight,have scars,short brown hair cause long hard to wash,some times even bald.
Personalityon't speak too much,pretty serious,don't drunk or smoke,thinking before doing,some times can't hold his emotions,easily going into the role(like artist).Don't understand why world make him feel so many pain(physical and moral)
Trait:
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
-----------
Weapons:Small dull axe,knife,10-mm pistol 12/100
Armor:dust-coat,hat with a wind-guard points.Some weak metal plate on tours.
Misc.:3 dirty water,1 potato chips,2 Sliced iguana,
Room:
Health: 100/100
Armor Health:
Conditions: Fine
------
Faction: Stranger
Group: none
Perk: versatile(when was young reached many things from your parents)
Special:
Bio:Born in family of people who lived in old abandoned vault,by using holo-discs teaches many things,also from old people.Never played with friends,he had only one girl-friend, but she died from some ill.His father was a stranger,who told him - your body and brain must be well trained in that bad world.One day he don't come back.But he stayed in vault cause cared about family.When he was alone he always or thinking and modelling some situations or imagine like he is another people..(like artists on scene-he in his brain)
But after his mom died he leaved vault,but visited his girl-friend grave.He also had a metal cross on his body, Grandpa and his grandfather's grandfather has it. Also book with cross on first page.It had lock, he don't know how to open it.


oh ok, worst-first.

"I found some shack near goodsprings,it's looks like abandoned.I looked around it was a lot of rubbish"

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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
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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
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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 walk up to him and whisper to him:"Pretend I killed you"I then stab him in leg and walk away.

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Name: Gabriel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Desc.: Sporty body,1.8 metres in hight,have scars,short brown hair cause long hard to wash,some times even bald.
Personalityon't speak too much,pretty serious,don't drunk or smoke,thinking before doing,some times can't hold his emotions,easily going into the role(like artist).Don't understand why world make him feel so many pain(physical and moral)
Trait:
Caps: 150
$ NCR: 50
Legion Denarius:50
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Weapons:Small dull axe,knife,10-mm pistol 12/100
Armor:dust-coat,hat with a wind-guard points.Some weak metal plate on tours.
Misc.:3 dirty water,1 potato chips,2 Sliced iguana,
Room:
Health: 100/100
Armor Health:
Conditions: Fine
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Faction: Stranger
Group: none
Perk: versatile(when was young reached many things from your parents)
Special:
Bio:Born in family of people who lived in old abandoned vault,by using holo-discs teaches many things,also from old people.Never played with friends,he had only one girl-friend, but she died from some ill.His father was a stranger,who told him - your body and brain must be well trained in that bad world.One day he don't come back.But he stayed in vault cause cared about family.When he was alone he always or thinking and modelling some situations or imagine like he is another people..(like artists on scene-he in his brain)
But after his mom died he leaved vault,but visited his girl-friend grave.He also had a metal cross on his body, Grandpa and his grandfather's grandfather has it. Also book with cross on first page.It had lock, he don't know how to open it.


what do you do other than talk to yourself


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
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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
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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 stab him, the bout ends, the bodies are dragged off into a fire pit.

the person laughs "Ah that was a fun bout, now let us really test what you are made of, NCR, meet Sgt. Mortisen, you might know him"

a buff person walks out in NCR fatigues and a machete

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