Fallout 3 RP, Anyone up for some fun in the wasteland? Options

[Colonel Mustard]

I had this idea a short while ago after playing the brilliant Reilly's Rangers quest and was wandering if anybody would be interested in doing a FO3 RP with me. My idea was that we play a bunch of mercenaries sent on a contract to either retrieve some kind of valuable artefact or to eliminate a target, but basically to go on a mutie blasting, raider killing, feral fragging trip around the capital wasteland, getting into a whole bunch of mishaps involving said nasties along the way.

So, anybody interested?

[Olen]

Yup I can do explosives. I like explosives.


Name: Aidan Farran
Age: 25
Role: Exploding things

Equipment: A few grenades, a frag mine and some loose explosives. Some sort of spirit - he doesn't much care what. Gauntlets, goggles and an apron for protection while mixing explosives. Anything else he just finds when he needs it or does without.

Weapons(s): Explosives. If they fail he has a 10mm pistol with one clip which isn't completely full, he always keeps one in the breach. He's a pitiful shot though so prefers close quarters where he fights with whatever's to hand, if he knows there'll be fighting he tries to get a lead pipe.
Skills: The manufacture and use of explosives. Hitting things, hard.

Appearance: He's of normal height but strongly built. He's missing the last two fingers from his right hand where a mixture exploded while he was making it. The hand still bothers him in the cold so he often wears a fingerless glove and tapes up his wrist, in extreme cold when he needs dexterity he uses med-x. He has short brown hair.
Race: European

History: He was born in a backcountry village and grew up among the mines they laid to defend themselves. He learned a lot about exploves there and developed an obsession bordering on pyromania. He would often take his concoctions to abandoned buildings and see how much he could bring down. It was in this time that he lost two finers and damaged his right hand, however he quickly developed sufficent dexterity in his left.

The townships water supply became slowly more erratic and the populace dwindled. One summer it failed and he and his family were forced to leave, he was sixteen. In the wilds they contracted radiation sickness and only he and one sister survived. A few years later they made it to megaton but he was encouraged to leave after taking rather too much interest in the bomb in the citycentre - it wasn't that he wanted to blow up the city, just that the fascination of the bomb drew him to it. After that he traveled around living off what he could find, making bombs and starting fires, occasionally he would do jobs where people needed them done. He developed a skill for finding what he needed in the wastes and travelled ever lighter just finding whatever he wanted. Eventually he ran into the flying bullets while needing cash and agreed to join up.

He's certainly an oddball, but most wastelanders are. He will start fires if he sees the oppertunity and feeld compelled to do so, he also likes explosions slightly too much.

This post has been edited by Olen: Mar 25 2009, 01:21 AM