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
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 ----------- Weapons: Armor: Misc.: Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: whatever your in Group: none Perk:you make but nothing too special Special: i make from bio Bio: make at least 6 sentences
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 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 5 Pork&Beans, 3 Sunset Sasparilla Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 50/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: not as fine, without left hand ------ 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.
you run, and run and run and eventually you come up upon a rather large medical facility, all broken down though
Name:Mc Johnson Age: 36 Gender:Male Physical Desc.:Scar at the eye.Blond hair.Big muscles Personality:Angry,Depressed.Bad with people Trait:You deal more damage vs. humanoid enemies Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:varmint rifle[10/100] Armor:waste lander outfit,desperado cowboy hat, Misc.:3 frag grenades, 2 pure water, 3 dirty water, 5 sunset Sarsparilla Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: whatever your in Group: none Perk:Good aim Special: i make from bio Bio: I dont knowww
Your wandering along a long stretch of the highway that leads to...your not sure
but as you walk down it in the distance, a group of 5 people appear, still just silhouettes now though
Name:Jon Cook Age: 24 Gender:Male Physical Desc.: Short brown hair green eyes missing his right pinkey Personality:Usually stays calm even in the middle of a firefight, Can be slightly sadistic as sometimes when an enemy really interests him he may torture them just alittle <.< >.>, oh and he can be nice to those who know him. Trait: i make Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Revolver(2/20),Large Knife Armor:Long Sand Colored Cloak that has a hood, under the cloak i wear goggles ontop of like a breathing thing over his mouth and nose. Misc.: My Pinkey(lol i kept it!) Room: Hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Slavers Guild Group: none Perk:Blade Specialist? Special: i make from bio Bio: I was born into a pretty wealthy family so i lived a sheltered life until raiders killed everyone but me. A few years after that i had hunted down and killed everyone one of them... slowly. After that he joined with a group of wanderers. When he turned 20 he left them and basically became a mercenary taking any job that paid enough. Then one day he got a job that paid way too much to be a normal assassination. He took the job and it turned out it was a trap, he was ambushed and almost killed, and it was the day he got his ****ing pinkey shot off!
Happy now? Less ammo in the chamber but they are larger caliber
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:black hair, brown eyes, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:150 $ NCR:50 Legion denarius:50 -------------- Weapons:M1 Garand (7/100), 10mm pistol (12/200) Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtags, NCR emergancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kubabs Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health: Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group:Small patrol, 4 other NCR soldiers, 1 NCR ranger Perk:Good spotter Special:You have an old service rifle handed down for generations Bio:Greg was born into a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to be in 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.
Fine, we'll go scout on him. Greg flips his rifle to where he's holding the barrel, swings it like a baseball bat, and BONK the Decanus's head.
Name:Mc Johnson Age: 36 Gender:Male Physical Desc.:Scar at the eye.Blond hair.Big muscles Personality:Angry,Depressed.Bad with people Trait:You deal more damage vs. humanoid enemies Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:varmint rifle[10/100] Armor:waste lander outfit,desperado cowboy hat, Misc.:3 frag grenades, 2 pure water, 3 dirty water, 5 sunset Sarsparilla Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: whatever your in Group: none Perk:Good aim Special: i make from bio Bio: I dont knowww
you gotta post the sheet
as you walk towards them you see the familiar symbol, a two headed bear
once you get close they raise they're carbines "Sir, we're NCR put your weapon down"
Name:Jon Cook Age: 24 Gender:Male Physical Desc.: Short brown hair green eyes missing his right pinkey Personality:Usually stays calm even in the middle of a firefight, Can be slightly sadistic as sometimes when an enemy really interests him he may torture them just alittle <.< >.>, oh and he can be nice to those who know him. Trait: lolwut?: you only have 9 fingers, but they be gewd un's!, your actually a bit more accurate Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Revolver(6/20),Large Knife Armor:Long Sand Colored Cloak that has a hood, under the cloak i wear goggles ontop of like a breathing thing over his mouth and nose. Misc.: My Pinkey(LOL it's probably rotted away!) Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Slavers Guild Group: none Perk:Blade Specialist? Special: Lolwut?: Your hate towards raiders makes you do more damage vs. raiders, fiends, people like that Bio: I was born into a pretty wealthy family so i lived a sheltered life until raiders killed everyone but me. A few years after that i had hunted down and killed everyone one of them... slowly. After that he joined with a group of wanderers. When he turned 20 he left them and basically became a mercenary taking any job that paid enough. Then one day he got a job that paid way too much to be a normal assassination. He took the job and it turned out it was a trap, he was ambushed and almost killed, and it was the day he got his ****ing pinkey shot off!
no, you can have small caliber with full 6 rounds
hmmm. any paticular place you wanna be?
Name: Johnny Stuff Age: 27 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Tall, skinny, brown hair and eyes Personality: Quiet, serious, astute Trait: Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius: 50 ----------- Weapons: Varmint Rifle (10/100), 3 Frag Grenades Armor: Wastelander Outfit, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 2 Pure Water Bottles, 3 Dirty Water Bottles, 5 Sunset Sarsaparillas Room: My house Health: 100/100 Armor Health: Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Wanderer Group: None yet Perk: Smart Special: Bio:
where? there is Nipton, Primm (Over run by powder gangers), and Goodsprings
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:black hair, brown eyes, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:150 $ NCR:50 Legion denarius:50 -------------- Weapons:M1 Garand (7/100), 10mm pistol (12/200) Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtags, NCR emergancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kubabs Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health: Conditions:Fine ----- Faction:NCR Group:Small patrol, 4 other NCR soldiers, 1 NCR ranger Perk:Good spotter Special:You have an old service rifle handed down for generations Bio:Greg was born into a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to be in 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.
you manage to hit the Ranger D:! that's what you get for not having Crit-a-Cola!
Name: Johnny Stuff Age: 27 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Tall, skinny, brown hair and eyes Personality: Quiet, serious, astute Trait:that word i can't pronounce!:you can accurately identify most any faction and/or weapon ! Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius: 50 ----------- Weapons: Varmint Rifle (10/100), 3 Frag Grenades Armor: Wastelander Outfit, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 2 Pure Water Bottles, 3 Dirty Water Bottles, 5 Sunset Sarsaparillas Room: My house Health: 100/100 Armor Health: Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Wanderer Group: None yet Perk: Smart Special: Bio:
you head over there, only to find a small gang walk into town ahead of you wearing jumpsuits and body armor labeled NCRCF...Powder gangers, you can tell by the dynamite strapped to their belts
Name:Jon Cook Age: 24 Gender:Male Physical Desc.: Short brown hair green eyes missing his right pinkey Personality:Usually stays calm even in the middle of a firefight, Can be slightly sadistic as sometimes when an enemy really interests him he may torture them just alittle <.< >.>, oh and he can be nice to those who know him. Trait: lolwut?: you only have 9 fingers, but they be gewd un's!, your actually a bit more accurate Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Revolver(6/20),Large Knife Armor:Long Sand Colored Cloak that has a hood, under the cloak i wear goggles ontop of like a breathing thing over his mouth and nose. Misc.: My Pinkey(LOL it's probably rotted away!) Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Slavers Guild Group: none Perk:Blade Specialist? Special: Lolwut?: Your hate towards raiders makes you do more damage vs. raiders, fiends, people like that Bio: I was born into a pretty wealthy family so i lived a sheltered life until raiders killed everyone but me. A few years after that i had hunted down and killed everyone one of them... slowly. After that he joined with a group of wanderers. When he turned 20 he left them and basically became a mercenary taking any job that paid enough. Then one day he got a job that paid way too much to be a normal assassination. He took the job and it turned out it was a trap, he was ambushed and almost killed, and it was the day he got his ****ing pinkey shot off!
Name:Jon Cook Age: 24 Gender:Male Physical Desc.: Short brown hair green eyes missing his right pinkey Personality:Usually stays calm even in the middle of a firefight, Can be slightly sadistic as sometimes when an enemy really interests him he may torture them just alittle <.< >.>, oh and he can be nice to those who know him. Trait: lolwut?: you only have 9 fingers, but they be gewd un's!, your actually a bit more accurate Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Revolver(6/20),Large Knife Armor:Long Sand Colored Cloak that has a hood, under the cloak i wear goggles ontop of like a breathing thing over his mouth and nose. Misc.: My Pinkey(LOL it's probably rotted away!) Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Slavers Guild Group: none Perk:Blade Specialist? Special: Lolwut?: Your hate towards raiders makes you do more damage vs. raiders, fiends, people like that Bio: I was born into a pretty wealthy family so i lived a sheltered life until raiders killed everyone but me. A few years after that i had hunted down and killed everyone one of them... slowly. After that he joined with a group of wanderers. When he turned 20 he left them and basically became a mercenary taking any job that paid enough. Then one day he got a job that paid way too much to be a normal assassination. He took the job and it turned out it was a trap, he was ambushed and almost killed, and it was the day he got his ****ing pinkey shot off!
Name:Jon Cook Age: 24 Gender:Male Physical Desc.: Short brown hair green eyes missing his right pinkey Personality:Usually stays calm even in the middle of a firefight, Can be slightly sadistic as sometimes when an enemy really interests him he may torture them just alittle <.< >.>, oh and he can be nice to those who know him. Trait: lolwut?: you only have 9 fingers, but they be gewd un's!, your actually a bit more accurate Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Revolver(6/20),Large Knife Armor:Long Sand Colored Cloak that has a hood, under the cloak i wear goggles ontop of like a breathing thing over his mouth and nose. Misc.: My Pinkey(LOL it's probably rotted away!) Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Slavers Guild Group: none Perk:Blade Specialist? Special: Lolwut?: Your hate towards raiders makes you do more damage vs. raiders, fiends, people like that Bio: I was born into a pretty wealthy family so i lived a sheltered life until raiders killed everyone but me. A few years after that i had hunted down and killed everyone one of them... slowly. After that he joined with a group of wanderers. When he turned 20 he left them and basically became a mercenary taking any job that paid enough. Then one day he got a job that paid way too much to be a normal assassination. He took the job and it turned out it was a trap, he was ambushed and almost killed, and it was the day he got his ****ing pinkey shot off!
Name:Jon Cook Age: 24 Gender:Male Physical Desc.: Short brown hair green eyes missing his right pinkey Personality:Usually stays calm even in the middle of a firefight, Can be slightly sadistic as sometimes when an enemy really interests him he may torture them just alittle <.< >.>, oh and he can be nice to those who know him. Trait: lolwut?: you only have 9 fingers, but they be gewd un's!, your actually a bit more accurate Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons:Revolver(6/20),Large Knife Armor:Long Sand Colored Cloak that has a hood, under the cloak i wear goggles ontop of like a breathing thing over his mouth and nose. Misc.: My Pinkey(LOL it's probably rotted away!) Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Slavers Guild Group: none Perk:Blade Specialist? Special: Lolwut?: Your hate towards raiders makes you do more damage vs. raiders, fiends, people like that Bio: I was born into a pretty wealthy family so i lived a sheltered life until raiders killed everyone but me. A few years after that i had hunted down and killed everyone one of them... slowly. After that he joined with a group of wanderers. When he turned 20 he left them and basically became a mercenary taking any job that paid enough. Then one day he got a job that paid way too much to be a normal assassination. He took the job and it turned out it was a trap, he was ambushed and almost killed, and it was the day he got his ****ing pinkey shot off!
your just outside the lovely lights of newvegas, but just about as soon as you enter freeside you're attacked by thugs, a man in heavy metal armor pushes you aside and says "Let me handle this" he than manages to kill all three in 3 clean shots, then turns to you and says "Well now you must be a newcomer, i'm one of the body guards for hire, and i just saved your ***. I should charge, but i'm a nice guy, this freeside is a dangerous place, spare 100 caps and i'll make the trip a whole lot smoother
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 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 5 Pork&Beans, 3 Sunset Sasparilla Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 50/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: not as fine, without left hand ------ 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.
Get my Machete ready(since I can't use the revolver or repeater without two hands)and approach the facility.
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 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 5 Pork&Beans, 3 Sunset Sasparilla Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 50/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: not as fine, without left hand ------ 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.
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 ----------- Weapons: Cowboy Repeater(7/70), .357 Revolver (7/70), Machete Armor: Renegade Duster, Desperado Cowboy Hat Misc.: 5 Dirty Water, 5 Pork&Beans, 3 Sunset Sasparilla Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 50/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: not as fine, without left hand ------ 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.
