New Fallout RP, Plan Away! Options

[Dantrag]

So here we are, folks.

I vote Capital Wasteland as the setting, simply because I prefer it to the New Vegas setting. It just has more of a dismal feel to it in my opinion.

I guess for those less knowledgeable of the game, we could choose some other city in the States and make up the setting as we go, but that does get a little difficult sometimes.

As far as roles in the group goes, here's a few ideas:

Scout
Sniper (sniper could have a spotter, I guess)
Doctor
Repairman/Scientist (we could split this into 2 roles if necessary)
Demolitions expert
Heavy gunner
Scavenger
Diplomat (think barter/speech skills. basically the business/social savvy one of the group)
Survivalist (the ultimate outdoorsman)
Brute (melee/hand-to-hand expert)

EDIT: added grif's suggestions, changed 'thief' to 'scavenger' per urienashtram's advice.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Jun 6 2011, 06:17 PM

[ureniashtram]

Name: Alexei Koslovich Morgov

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Race: Ghoul (Russian)

Appearance: Like any other ghoul, except for the fact that he's seven foot tall, weighs three hundred pounds of pure muscle and overall an intimidating figure. He wears a grey trenchcoat, rolled up at the sleeves, over his army-green combat armor. Tied to his torso are several ammo drums for his weapon (see below). Black fingerless gloves on his hands, leather elbows pads, a worn combat helmet and a gas mask to cover up his skinless face.

Skills: Big Guns=High
Melee=High
Unarmed=Medium
Small Guns=Low

Weapons: RPD with a foregrip and a laser sight (inspired by my main weapon in CoD, what can I say).
History and Background:

A soldier when he wielded his first handgun at the age of seven, Alexei was a born warrior through and through. He spent his teenage years as an apprentice to a retired Regulator, learning from him the ways of the gun. His heritage was both a blessing and curse: he could not properly wield an assault due to his large hands, but the Regulator introduced him to the Bigger Guns to counter that. He held his first LMG when he was 17 and completed his first mission by clearing the Fairfax Ruins of its raider infestation. Thinking that his work was done, the Regulator gave Alexei his trench-coat and armor, to signify that the training was complete. Alexei left the very next day, eager to do some real 'stuff'.

He killed a group of raiders when he saw them preparing to attack a skeleton settlement, Arefu. From there on, he took on raiders and petty gangs, silencing several camps and the occasional building. The major crisis in his life occured when he received word that his mentor was abducted by the wretched Talon Company. A full frontal assault on Fort Bannister was beyond even for him, so he opted for the sneaky approach. He killed a merc and took his armor. He changed into that and entered the Fort, the inhabbitants clearly impressed at the 'fresh meat'.

He met Commander Jabsco and his cover was blown the instant he saw him. Chaos ensued at the underground bellie of the Fort, and some mercs mistook the gunfight as clashes of egos. They joined in. While the mercs was busy killing each other, Alexei took flight and searched for his mentor and friend. He found him in a boiler room full of radioactive barrels, hung from the wrist and battered to death.

Alexei fell to his knees and stared in disbelief at the dead Regulator for hours on end, not caring that the radiation was slowly killing him. When a hour passed, he left the room, left the Fort as changed man; literally.

He returned to Arefu and the villagers turned him down cruelly, claiming that the hero that saved them was not a monster. He told them grimly that heroes are just 'killers with a conscience'.

He wandered from town to town, until he found himself staring at the gates of Megaton. He found work as a deputy under Lucas Simms and for several years that stayed that way, until a gray middle-aged man in a strange armor came. He had heard of the NCR of course, the only known existing goverment in the Wasteland, but didn't lend a careful ear to it. The man joined the security of Megaton for awhile, until he joined a small-time mercenary group by the name of Coldshort's Company.

At first he didn't even think about joining. He had his hands full with maintaining the security of the main entrance to Megaton. Then he begun to think. With his newly gained 'immortality', were his skills really meant for guarding an already secured fort? Or to wander the wastes, fighting the good fight with comrades? He already knew the answer.

He joined and readied his LMG for the battles ahead.