The Vault Experience

[nethgros]

I can't get into any good Fallout RPs, so why not make my own? I will start it up when a few people pm there character sheets to me.

 

Setting

 

The year is 2300, the place is New York, over toward Niagara Falls (it's the wonder that gets no attention). All the characters (of starting people, if you sign up later, just pick up with a waster) are from Vault 205, located in none other than Niagara Falls (The city, not the landmark). As all vaults usually have a theme to them (explosives for everyone, clones, plant stuff, etc.) this particular vault has a very unhealthy theme, Parties. All vault people, children included, get a supply of unlimited cigs (why? Vault-tec is cruel, thats why), drinks, other party stuff, chems, and strobe lights. Lately though, the "unlimited supply" has become quite limited. People are concerned, where else will they get cigs and such? Can they quit the parties? Can they find more? Some people wonder if there are some outside...

 

Char sheet

 

Name: You know (or do you?)

 

Age: Baby (if you're into that sort of thing) - Old person. No ghouls or such (unless you sign up after we start, you can be considered waster)

 

Appearence: hair, skin, scar, eyes, piercing, tattoo, etc (We all have vault jumpsuits, so if you want, just say how you customized it)

 

Weapons? Nope, why would you need weapons in a vault? Killing old man applegate? mugging little jim? We might get some later.

 

Bio: If you feel like it. How you party, if you party, how you like your bacon, etc.

 

Strong abilities: You cook good, you scrap well, you can lick your elbows, Good at math (yes, we still learn in party vault), etc. (Physical & mental)

 

Weak points: Can't touch your toes, lazy eye, bi-polar, etc. (physical & mental)

 

 

Rules

 

Average RP Ruleset

 

Dont control other peoples characters

Ex: If I am Bobby, and you are Jim. I write,

"Then Jim walks up to Bobby and asks him how his day went. Bobby kills him."

 

Dont Godmode

Ex: If I am Bill Gates, and you are Thomas. I write,

"Bill Gates fires his semi-auto into Thomas, lighting him up like a menorah on all days of Hanukkah simultaneously."

Then you write,

"But, Thomas jumped to the side in 3 seconds, went behind Bill Gates, and ripped him in half."

 

All those other RP rules too, I forget them

 

 

SO SIGN UP. Or don't, but I may cry if this fails.

 

 

People Who signed up

 

I will post yours here when you are accepted

 

Me

 

Name:Dylan Phillips

 

Age:25

 

Appearence: Tall, tanned (natural, not sun obviously), muscular, well built. Party worn face, dark circles around the eyes. Deep brown eyes, short black hair. Keeps his jumpsuit slightly unzipped, has pockets sewn on he inside to hold his mentats. Had the '205' stitchings removed from his back, and replaced with 'The Master'.

 

Bio: I am the overseer. Long live the Overseer! Dylan was one of the first to realize the party paraphernalia shortage, and is the most worried. He does well with the drinks and the mentats, but doesn't like other stuff. He became overseer when he turned 20, the previous overseer had an overdose. Because of his mentats he was almost constantly on, Dylan's brain reached heights unknown to junkies, and party animals. Sadly, this brain power wasn't super genius leveled. There were other smart people, but they were smart because they didn't party, so none were voted in.

 

Strong abilities: Pretty good cognitive abilities, dances well, great scrapper.

 

Weak points: Loves the vodka, Mentat abusive, sadistic personality disorder

 

Edited August 24, 2011 by nethgros