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"As you, you seem like you've got a nice party. Mind if I join? I need something to do beside get hammered and beat up bad bar patrons..." He said with a smile, he felt himself sobering up. One of the orcs groaned and sat up, he reached for his knife and stood. "Excuse me..." Kurashi said to the woman and walked over, the orc thrusted the blade at him and Kurashi grabbed the blade and twisted his hand. The orc moaned in pain, Kurashi lifted his leg high and brought it down on the orcs arm. The arm shattered and bent at an awkward angle. "You are a stain on the honor of real warriors!" He said before giving a powerful switch kick that took the orc to the jaw, the orc hit the dirt hard. His jaw broken and out of place.

thats a lot of purple....approved though

I have updated Jace's bio, something to show his true intentions to avoid further conflict. Name: Jace Winter Race: Human Description:http://newvegas.nexusmods.com/mods/images/43437-2-1313298409.png Occupation: Ex Master Chief Of The NCR Elite Rangers / Mercenary Weapons: Plasma Defender and Plasma Rifle. Armor : Ranger Elite Power Armor. This armor was designed by The Enclave as a solution to the bulky Mark II armor they currently wore. By using advanced exo-skeleton technology and adaptive armor plating they created Mark X armor. Only a prototype was ever made, The NCR gained control of it and reversed engineered their own set of power armor. Not as superior as Mark X but it still has the benefits and drawbacks of its parent armor. Increased dexterity and movement speed for lack of armor plating and a vulnerability to armor-piercing rounds and Plasma weaponry. Backstory: Jace Winters is an Ex-Enclave Special Forces soldier that defected to the NCR. He witnessed the Enclave's genocidal mission in the Capital Wasteland, after stealing the Mark X Power Armor and a Vertibird he flew to California where he landed. The NCR struck a deal with him, he would train and lead the Elite Rangers under command of Chief Hanlon. He trained the team well and their first deployment was Helios One, the mission was successful. After several skirmishes the small force of twenty soldiers became the NCR's greatest Black Ops Asset. They were deployed in full at Boulder City, there Chief Hanlon and General Oliver detonated the city and The Elite Rangers fought bravely and died honorably. After the battle the men and women of The Elite Rangers were declared dead and never given full burial rights and honors, the memorial of the rangers and troopers that died at boulder city was erected without their names. He left for the mercenary trade, setting his reputation as being the merc to keep his word and his balls, never having broken a deal with any company but he does come with three rules "No Women, No Kids and No Innocents" He has since grown weary of shiftless mercenary work and has dedicated himself to atoning for his crimes. He still posses his normal gruff attitude and cynical outlook.

"Grettings... I am just a drifter...although I have heard some things...village attacks and vanishings at night.." he said, his body swaying with the wind. He felt around in one of his pockets and pulled out a gleaming red apple, he smiled and spun the apple on a fingertip and ran it along the back of his hand and knocked it into the air and caught it. "I've been trying to stay one step ahead of them..." He said and took a bite out of the apple.

yeah its good, have fun

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A armor piercing bullet tore through the wall and blew away his plasma rifle, the weapon sparked as the electronic trigger kept firing off and sending sparks pouring out of the destroyed housing. Jace pulled the cell out of its holding and tossed the weapon away. Bullets raked the exterior of the motel and everyone inside kept their heads down. "Were out of ammo!" Yelled Andy, Jace drew his defender and clicked the safety off. He turned towards the door and kicked it off its hinges. The door flew out into the courtyard, He lept from the second story railing and landed hard on the ground. When he came around the corner he caught four heat signatures...these men were covering the others escape. He leveled his pistol and fired, the bolt of plasma shot through the air and hit one ghoul in the chest, turning him to a puddle of goo. The others turned their guns on jace, the 5.56 round ricocheted off his armor but a armor piercing round found its way into his arm and one into the meat of his leg. The pain racked his body but he fired back, dropping two bolts into the ghouls torso. The remaining two began firing on the run. Jace fired back but to no avail, blood poured from inside his armor and pooled at the ground around him. He fell back after the adrenaline in his body subsided and landed hard on the ground. He removed his helmet and smiled. "Their safe..." He thought as he removed the arm plates to reveal his right arm was cybernetic, the bullet at punctured the armor plating and tore through the primary rotor, oil leaked heavily and mixed with his pooling blood.

When Deuce awoke he felt his hands bound and his feet tied, the air smelled of sweat and blood...a dim roar and chant coming from all around him, he felt himself dangling in the air, a sharp prick to the neck and he awoke. All around him were humans chanting, "KILL KILL KILL!" the bowl he stood in made the chanting echo off the walls like a demons whisper in your head. The moon peeked over his head, shining through the hole in the ceiling. He felt his body begun the change. "Silence!" Yelled a voice, the chanting stopped and a man wearing a armani suit stood at the head of the arena on a platform across from Deuce. Deuce looked down to see his shirt had been removed and he was barefoot, his hands were cuffed to a rope hanging from the ceiling, he was twenty feet off the floor. "Welcome, to the blood pits!" He screamed loudly, the men and women around him began to cheer, the stranger raised his hand and silenced them once again. "You are here because you see these...things...as lesser beings..these things hunt you and kill you...you are here to exact revenge!" He said with a obvious disdain for Deuce. The crowd booed him, some throwing junk at him. "I lay a challenge down...anyone capable of killing him will get One Million Dollars! Let The Fight BEGIN!" He yelled, the crowd began to cheer as one of the largest humans Deuce had ever seen dropped into the arena, he tore off his shirt to reveal tally marks of wolf heads tattooed on his chest, an insane look in his eye. Deuce swung himself up and begun to wrap himself in the rope, using his strength to pull himself higher, and just when he got to as far as he could he let go and tumbled down, he spun wildly and finally he felt the rope come taught and his wrist bindings broke, he fell to the arena floor and landed feet first. Deuce smiled and laughed, his fangs extending and his claws revealing themselves. "Lets dance pretty boy..." He said to the human. The Man swung at him with a heavy right, deuce spun around it and slammed his fists into the mans ribs. He buckled from the strike and took a left jab followed by a right hook. Deuce was smaller and faster then his opponent but even with his wolf strength he was no match for this man. Deuce ducked the heavy strikes and countered with a heel kick to the mans knee, he dropped down and the man leapt onto him and wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled with all his strength. He tried to feebly push him away but fell still. The crowd looked on with shock that he ended the fight so quickly. Two more men jumped into the arena, smaller and lither. One carried a sword, the other a cattle prod. Deuce charged, he could feel the adrenaline flow through his body. He felt his muscles expand and his bones crack and reform...soon he dropped to all fours and leaped high, the change was now in full effect. He landed on the first guy and tore a chunk out of his neck with his teeth and howled, he picked up the stun baton and hurled it at the second guy, the weapon made full contact with his chest and he went down. Deuce howled again in defiance. "Send me another one you nancy bunch of sheep shaggers!" He yelled, the crowd fell still, shocked at this wolfs defiance. The leader looked at him and smiled. He snapped his fingers and he felt another prick on his neck and all was black again.

Jace got back to Novac quickly, he knew it wouldn't be long before they retaliated. He checked the charge in his plasma rifle and fixed the tactical scope to the rifle, as he got back the two NCR snipers and an old woman stood there along with a man wearing a Ranger uniform. "I am Jeanie May Crawford, this is Boone and Manny and that is Ranger Andy. Could you tell me who you are and what was the commotion over at Repconn?" She asked. Jace removed his helmet, "Good to meet you, have your snipers post up in the apartment and get as many guns and bodies in the rooms as possible." He ordered, "You don't have much time...maybe till day break but they will attack." He said as he double checked the charge in his rifle. Ranger Andy looked at him warily. "What gives you the right to order us around?" He asked. Jace sighed, he didn't have time to argue so he unlocked his forearm armorplate to reveal a NCR Ranger Tattoo. "Master Chief of the Elite Ranger squad." Andy looked at the tattoo and nodded, he grabbed his lever action rifle and cocked it. "Ok you grunts, get the guns and ammo into the motel and put the women and children into the dino MOVE IT!" He yelled to the militia. After a few hours their defenses were setup, they placed wooden planks on the windows facing REPCONN and gathered whatever guns and ammo they could get. "What about those two Regulators?" Asked Jeannie May asked Jace as he double checked the barriers. Jace laughed, "Never count on vigilantes, they care only for their form of law and order...they won't help. If they do then they are better men then I thought." He said calmly as he finished his rounds with Jeannie May in tow. The townsfolk were nervous, the first attack had been fought bitterly and some of the ghoul corpses still laid about. The GLF swarmed over the area around Novac, one of the snipers fired and struck a pair of the ghouls as they came around the McBride farm. Jace put his helmet back on and tapped the vision mode to low-light. He looked down the scope of his plasma rifle and waited. One of the ghouls came around a small shack in his view and he fired, the green bolt hit him in the chest and his flesh turned to goo, leaving a blackened skeleton behind. The return fire was heavy, the barriers they erected provided some protection but the sheer number of ghoul soldiers was overwhelming. A scream came from the room next to him, one of the men got hit. "I will not let these people die to bandits and murderers!" He thought as he fired a few more shots at a group of ghouls advancing towards the motel, one took it to the face and it vaporized the mans head, leaving nothing but a cauterized stump for a neck. Ranger Andy sprung up and fired a shot that took a ghoul full in the heart. "They just keep coming!" He yelled over the roar of battle. Jace knew they were limited, this was the advanced party. If they break their back they won't send another at least not for awhile. "Keep fighting, these are the grunts..." He said as he popped up and fired again, a bullet hit his helmet and knocked him over, the round left a dent over the right eye of the Duraframe helmet.

Jace smiled but his helmet shielded it from view. He checked the charge on the defender and tucked it into his holster. His HUD lit up with warning signals and showed a passive heat scan of the nearby area. REPCONN was giving off extreme amounts of body heat, Jace knew this meant they were forming for a second attack. He took the plasma rifle from his shoulder and started walking towards REPCONN. He looked over to a scared local. "Go tell your defenders to setup a defense in the apartment, the battle for Novac isn't quite finished..." The citizen nodded and ran off after the Jason and the Ghoul. Jace checked his cell count, they were all charged and ready but he was worried more about the town. He shook the fear off and took off at a run. The exo-suit built into his armor giving him greater speed and dexterity. The short couple of miles would take an average person a few hours, he did it in twenty minutes. He dropped down and snuck his way up to the billboard by the road block entrance. He could hear them...hundreds if not thousands of ferals. He peeked around, his HUD showing well over five hundred ferals tightly packed behind a barrier. There were maybe half a dozen pre-war cars in the road they were hanging about at. The GLF had fortified the front entrance to REPCONN heavily but they used Ferals as watch dogs. On the overpass above he saw two guards playing chess. He looked around, using his built-in camera to snap pictured of the ferals. "Damn, not going to get through the front door." He said to himself but he noticed the rock wall along the side of the small ravine the entrance was built into was jagged, perfect for freehand climbing. He shouldered his rifle and jumped up and grasped a chunk of the rock, finding a foothold with his toe he started the slow journey. Hand over hand, foot over foot it took him hours. Once he was finally there it was nightfall. Out of sight of the ferals he knew that for him to even make a dent in these ferals he would have to detonate the various pre-war cars they all packed around. He moved silently up to a small sandbag barrier. The two ghoul soldiers sat at the table smoking and drinking. "Hey pete, whats the first thing you gonna do when we take Novac?" One asked. They both sat with their backs to him and their rifles not far away. His HUD scanned the rifles and showed they were 5.56mm rifles. He knew they wouldn't penetrate his armor but they would indeed rouse the others. "Dunno Phil...but I haven't had some smoothskin tail since we raided that refugee caravan a month ago...figure ill drink all the booze I can and get me a smoothskin girl and lock up in a room with her." He said with a smile, they both laughed. Jace seethed with hate and contempt. "These men call themselves soldiers but they are just bandits." He thought, he could feel his body temperature rising as his temper flared. He stood and walked over to Pete and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Carl where you been, shift change was an hour..." he said as he looked back onto the striking visage of Jaces armor. Jace punched the ghoul with every bit of strength and hate he could muster, the ghouls half rotten body spun out of the chair, his head whipping around his neck with a sickening snapping noise like a machinegun going out of bullets as the vertebrae in his neck disintegrated. Phil stood up and reached for his rifle but Jace grabbed him with one hand and lifted him up off his feet and over his head, he brought him down spine first on his knee and the ghouls spine shattered. He looked around and saw a belt of frag grenades laying on the ground nearby and rigged them to the injured man. Jace took his rifle off his shoulder and aimed, he fired one shot into the each car, the silence of the night was broken by six large explosions that devastated the ghouls. Bits and pieces of feral ghoul flesh went skyward, only to fall to earth miles away. The alarms of REPCONN came to life and the men started pouring out of the facility. He turned to the crippled man and removed his helmet. "See me, I'm a smoothskin and my name is Jace Winters...tell your bosses I'll Kill You All!" The ghoul looked terrified at the stranger that just wiped out all of their ferals. Jace stepped up on the sandbags that lined the Overpass and put his helmet back on. He dropped down and hit the ground hard, the concrete spider webbing around his feet, he took off at a full run back towards Novac.

He smiled as her destrier nudged him with his nose, trying to get him out of the water trough. Kurashi grabbed the ladies hand and pulled himself up. "I thank you my lady...I am Kurashi Cho.." He said, his clothes clinging to his lithe and muscular body and dripping wet. The water helped sober him up and now he was standing somewhat straight. He ran a hand over his hair to straighten it out and then unwrapped the wraps on his arms, along his forearms were heavy amounts of scars from years of hand to hand training aswell as battle-scars from various drunken brawls.

Kurashi smiled and stumbled back drunkenly, the Orcs laid about him. He looked around to see a woman sitting astride a horse. He waved and smiled wider. "Hello...fair lady.." He said as he tried to keep balance, his body swaying lithely. She smelled sweet to him. He couldn't see her face but he could see her outline. "Could you...hic could you tell me where I am..." He said with a heavy drunken slur and began singing to himself. "Oh sweet lady of Wayrest, o' sweet lady of mine.." He sang as he stumbled about, his foot came up from under him and he fell backwards into the horse water trough with a loud splash. He laughed loudly to himself, he waved her over with a big smile. "Come in the waters fine! Haha!" He said as he splashed about and folded his arms behind his head and laid in the trough like it was a bathtub. "No finer bath in..." He thought for a moment, trying to remember the name of the town he is in. "In...Loud..something or another...by Kords testicles what was the name...it seems so familiar like its right there in front of me." He said while laying in the water trough with a large smile on his face and wine colored cheeks.

Jace's temper flared, he threatened noone. "I never threatened anyone here! You're friend came out with pistol drawn and hostile intentions! IF I was going to kill someone I would have shot you when you were fighting the ghouls." He said loudly, the speaker in his helmet crackling. He holstered his defender and turned away. "I was Enclave...I am not anymore...I took lives in service of a flag, I was a soldier..." He said solemnly.

Wind kept to himself mostly, the woods were not his preferred place to be but he made due. He found a nice tree and carved the bark off in a circle the size of a tea cup saucer. He took a few steps back and hurled one of his Crow-Blades deep into the wood, the blade hit dead center of the small target, the second Crow-Blade flew straight and true and sunk into the wood just a fraction of an inch next to it. Wind shirked off his cloak and armor, he retrieved his Crow-Blades and kept practicing.

agreed, oh and baldur. Jace didn't actually threaten you or anyone...Jason threatened him when he had no absolute reason to. He also drew a frag grenade and was going to detonate it and kill Jace and anyone around him. Read posts before replying, It saves lives! lol

"Your brotherhood, don't lie..your stance shows training in power armor..you stand like you have weight on your shoulders. A city guard doesnt have that stance. Either way..you wanna kill me here.." He grabbed his defender and flipped it around into his hand and offered it to the man. " Make it easy...two to the heart one to the head." He said as he held it out to him. "Were all killers, were all bad guys we are all responsible because it isnt War that never changes it humanity...If you seek to 'Regulate' the bad in the world by killing the bad people you might aswell put a bullet in your own brain-pan because you either die the hero or live long enough to see yourself become the bad guy." "Regulators, GLF, Brotherhood, Enclave, NCR or Legion it doesn't matter your flag what matters is the people that represent it and we are the ones who represent it...The people that are truely seperate from that, from us...is these people here." He said loudly and then gestured to the onlooking civilians. "You hate me but for what reason, a city guard wouldn't have the ferocity towards the Enclave like you do...Your a regulator and you want to make a difference...then do this..Shoot me then shoot yourself in the head. Or you can get your mind off the flag you were born under and start fighting for the right reasons because I will tell you this....no matter the amount you hate me I hate myself more..." He said firmly, his hand still outstretched with the defender in his hand, the weapon hummed with a full charge and waiting to be used.

Ok since my Dead Wastes didn't go through I thought I'd try something alittle easier to get into. I've been a fan of the TWD Comics for sometime and enjoy the television series. So here is the sign up sheet for the RP. For those that don't know much about The Walking Dead let me illuminate. Simply overnight Zombies struck, in the year 2010 the world ended. Over half the human population was killed by the dead and returned as the undead with the intent on eating human flesh. Mass panic and chaos lead to the destruction of most major cities and the survivors fled to the outskirts of the cities to live in seclusion where possible. These survivor groups face insurmountable hardships and trials of ever running or trying to find safety and solace from the impending undead. Now for everyone to know the simple rules. The events take place along the television storyline, yes it does resemble the storyline of the comics but there are differences and those differences are major in some places but for sake of argument we will stick to the Television Story that way people can get into it easier. You cannot control one of the TV show characters or comic book characters. Wouldn't be right but you can encounter them as long as you do it within reason. You are not an all-powerful warrior, its better to avoid Walkers then to fight them so you can't single handedly wipeout a part of Walkers. You fight and scrape for everything you have so when starting you don't have much more then alittle food and water plus a weapon of some sort (Baseball Bat, knife, pistol with a magazine) You CAN be the leader of your own group of survivors or be a loner so feel free to tackle it in your own way. Your character is usually an average person but feel free to be a Soldier leading a group of people or be the lone woodsmen hunting for yourself and dodging the Walkers. But you are NOT Immune to a Walker's bite. And as always, Have Fun people...its just a game. Character Sheet: Name: Description: (Skin color, Eye color, Height, Hair Color etc) Appearance: (Clothing or Armor) Equipment: (Backpack with food, spare clothes, camping gear and Road Flares. .357 Magnum revolver with twelve shots. Crowbar and Hatchet. Canteen and Bedroll) Background: (Where your from, what you did before the outbreak how you survived the outbreak your political or religious views)

"I was at the attack on the Jeffersonian...I had begun..doubting my commitments to the Enclave and as a response to that, during the battle of Edwards my family was killed." He said calmly, "But the brotherhood didn't think of the civilians on the base you just eradicated it." His hand drifted to his defender in his holster. "You can try and kill me with that grenade behind your back and that pistol on your hip but think of the civilians around you, and your friend next to you." He said, nodding to the people around him. "What about the friends of mine you killed? Tell me how many Enclave soldiers did you kill? How many did you relish in taking the lives of under the lie that is zealotry? How many of my friends did you reduce to ash under the guise of liberation...We were both fooled to believing we were the liberators. Despot, dictator, President or Elder...both men are murderers...mine just came with circuits yours came with shingles..." He recited calmly.

No its been handled, differing opinions but they are settled.

"I am formerly of the Enclave, my rank was Specialist but I am not anymore...After the events at the Jeffersonian and the atrocities I was forced to commit under the name of the enclave I stole this armor and came west to avoid them." He said calmly, having a gun pointed at him didn't phase him. He placed the helmet over his head and clicked it back in place, the internal optics and screens lit up giving him full tactical HUD. "If I was here to kill you, you would be dead...I was hired by a interested party to keep tabs on the GLF." He said, his voice now appearing to be robotic.

alright, much better. approved

Jace Winters watched as the battle raged on and abruptly ended. He looked down the scope of his plasma rifle and watched the citizens recover themselves from the battle, his power armor highlighted in the sunlight and the breeze picked up his raggedy cloak that hung off his back and his power pack. He had been sent to observe the GLF by The Gun Runners for some unknown reason but caps were caps to him and his simple motto served him well "Everybody Pays." He was tired of giving his martial services for country and politics. After the battle of hoover dam he had seen the world for what it was and how he despised it. He walked down towards Novac, he felt the gaze of the snipers scope on him and as he approached the town guards came out from their hiding places with small arms and sticks. He stood still, his plasma rifle slung over his shoulder and his cloak whipping in the wind. "Remove your helmet or we shoot..." One of the guards said as he aimed a small .22 rifle at the armored stranger, his hands shook so fiercely that he doubted he could hit him so he did as he was told. He removed his helmet to show a heavily scarred face with a cybernetic eye and a large burn scar around the eye glaring into their eyes, he hooked the helmet on his belt and ran a hand through his Mohawk. His armor didn't appear to be like those of the brotherhood, it was smaller and more dexterous but it seemed less armored and worn, countless years of fighting had worn the paint away and left shining bits of metal underneath. "My name is Jace." He said calmly.

Kurashi stepped outside of the Green Tankard, a pub on main street. He wobbled his way along, happily singing to himself. "Show me the way to go home..." He sang as he strolled along the cobblestone street, a large group of people were coming down the road and he smiled widely. The two orcs from earlier that night came out of the alley, this time with two more friends. "You!" The lead one yelled, "I gots' a bone ta' pick wit' ye'!" Screamed the orc as they pushed Kurashi into the open street and surrounded him. One of the orcs came in with a heavy swing that Kurashi melded around like he was made of putty, his arm snapped across the orcs face and his head snapped back, spraying his friend with blood and teeth. Kurashi appeared to fall down but he bent over like he was folded in half and his feet clipped the second orc across the chin that dropped him like a sack of potatoes. One of the third orcs drew a dagger and stabbed down at the prone man, Kurashi rolled on the ground and laughed as he avoided each strike effortlessly, Kurashi planted a hand and pushed himself up with his knee sticking out and straight into the orcs groin. The orc moaned like a stuck pig and grasped his groin and toppled over. Kurashi smiled a drunken smile and stood at a awkward angle, his body lithe and flexible as a wet noodle. The Orc drew his sword and charged, Kurashi deflected it aside and let loose a torrent of strikes to his ribcage that blurred in their sheer speed, Kurashi dropped down and swept the legs from underneath the Orc and bolted upright as the orc drifted in limbo from his fall and he smashed his elbow down onto the orcs chest and the bandit struck the cobblestone street with a heavy thud.

Brutti last time, five man squad. Under your command or you are not allowed to post in this RP. That is how it is...no highway option.

Sigma climbed into his suit and reattached his helmet. He picked up his drill and nodded to them both, a low moan filling the room. He fixed his arm into the drill and gave it a spun, he drew his two-shot sawed off and looked down the barrels, when he was satisfied the gun was in good shape and gave it a quick spin and holstered it. He remembered his time as a policeman, his sister used to enjoy seeing his pistol tricks.