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:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:250 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[0], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,, 2 purple hearts, Dedication of the Bear Chems: Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine, ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join 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.
they pistol whip you again "Shut up, and stand up!"
you notice, something feels funny around your waist
Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep
it's Caesar with a C
a Legionary walks up to the gate "Shut your mouth profligate or i'll crucify you myself"
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:250 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[0], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,, 2 purple hearts, Dedication of the Bear Chems: Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine, ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join 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.
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:250 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[0], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,, 2 purple hearts, Dedication of the Bear Chems: Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine, ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join 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.
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, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot 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, 17 Pork&Beans, 5 Sunset Sasparilla, 3 Nuka Cola, 3 "Strange Meat" pies Room: I.E. your house or hotel room Health: 100/100 Armor Health: 75/75 Conditions: Fine, Epic robot 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:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:250 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[0], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,, 2 purple hearts, Dedication of the Bear Chems: Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine, ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join 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.
"How are you supposed to light a dynamite, on MY waist, if I try running away?"
Name:Gregory Miller Age:18 Gender:Male Physical description:Black hair, brown hair, pale Personality:Nice, sharing, good-natured Trait: Caps:250 $ NCR:390 Legion Denarius:0 -------------- Weapons:Service Rifle 20/200, M1 Garand (7/90)[not with you], 10mm pistol (12/200), plasma[6], frag[6], EMP's[3], incendiaries[0], flashbangs[12] Armor:NCR face wrap, goggles helmet Misc.:Picture of family, dogtag, NCR emrgancy radio, 5 pure water, 5 gecko kababs,, 2 purple hearts, Dedication of the Bear Chems: Room:Barracks bed Health:100/100 Armor health:150/150 Conditions:Fine, ----- Faction:NCR Group: Perk:Good spotter Special:You get an old service rifle handed down for generations. Bio:Greg was born in to a military family. His brother was shot in the heart in the battle for the dam. That was when Greg wanted to join 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.
"Hooked up to a slave collar you try running more than 50 yards away you're gone"
Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep
I try to convince him to let me out:"If you let me out youll get my money and food?"
Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Fit, Medium Height Personality: Loud, Crazy, Fast-Thinking Trait: HEY YOU: your so loud, that you get the initiative most of the time Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: laser rifle [30/250] Armor: fiend battle helmet, raider badlands armor Misc.: 2 Psycho, 2 jet, 2 Med-x, 3 gecko steaks, 1 fiend stew Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Fiend Group: none Perk: Negotiator: Can talk down the price of drugs. Special: pity for the bio maker: since you had to redo the bio, i'll let this slide: 10 % better effects from chems Bio: First time I got this stuff I said, "Woah this stuff makes me feel invincible." I was hooked, I cope well when I'm on the stuff but if I can't get what I want I'll rip your head off.
Then I try to spear him from the ground. Like hit him in the legs.
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Fit, Medium Height Personality: Loud, Crazy, Fast-Thinking Trait: HEY YOU: your so loud, that you get the initiative most of the time Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: laser rifle [30/250] Armor: fiend battle helmet, raider badlands armor Misc.: 2 Psycho, 2 jet, 2 Med-x, 3 gecko steaks, 1 fiend stew Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Fiend Group: none Perk: Negotiator: Can talk down the price of drugs. Special: pity for the bio maker: since you had to redo the bio, i'll let this slide: 10 % better effects from chems Bio: First time I got this stuff I said, "Woah this stuff makes me feel invincible." I was hooked, I cope well when I'm on the stuff but if I can't get what I want I'll rip your head off.
you jump up, but he smashes his rifle into your face
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Fit, Medium Height Personality: Loud, Crazy, Fast-Thinking Trait: HEY YOU: your so loud, that you get the initiative most of the time Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: laser rifle [30/250] Armor: fiend battle helmet, raider badlands armor Misc.: 2 Psycho, 2 jet, 2 Med-x, 3 gecko steaks, 1 fiend stew Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Fiend Group: none Perk: Negotiator: Can talk down the price of drugs. Special: pity for the bio maker: since you had to redo the bio, i'll let this slide: 10 % better effects from chems Bio: First time I got this stuff I said, "Woah this stuff makes me feel invincible." I was hooked, I cope well when I'm on the stuff but if I can't get what I want I'll rip your head off.
Dang, your not easy.
Before I do anything stupid, how long does it take to take a drug and what do they do?
Name: Stavi Gerini Age: 25 Gender: Male Physical Desc.: Green Mohawk, Fit, Medium Height Personality: Loud, Crazy, Fast-Thinking Trait: HEY YOU: your so loud, that you get the initiative most of the time Caps: 150 $ NCR: 50 Legion Denarius:50 ----------- Weapons: laser rifle [30/250] Armor: fiend battle helmet, raider badlands armor Misc.: 2 Psycho, 2 jet, 2 Med-x, 3 gecko steaks, 1 fiend stew Room: Health: 100/100 Armor Health: i make Conditions: Fine ------ Faction: Fiend Group: none Perk: Negotiator: Can talk down the price of drugs. Special: pity for the bio maker: since you had to redo the bio, i'll let this slide: 10 % better effects from chems Bio: First time I got this stuff I said, "Woah this stuff makes me feel invincible." I was hooked, I cope well when I'm on the stuff but if I can't get what I want I'll rip your head off.
how long does it take to put a needle in your arm and inject with someone bashing your head?
Except for jet, which is an inhaled drug (Concentrated Brahmin dung)
Psycho: Damage +25% Med-X: Damage received -25% Jet: You move faster
Flag Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep
"Let me out!!""I demand!"I throw my a cap to one of them.
Flag Nameechlan Tomsett Age:18 Gender:Male Physical Desc:Average muscles,Lost one eye,Brown hair. Personality:Calm,Stern and thinks alot. Trait Your more accurate under heavy fire Caps:150 ------- Weapons:Ol'Reliable Repeater,Nail board and 32 pistol. Armour:Head wrap,Eye patch and leather armour. Misc:4 dirty water,5 Mutfruit and 2 crunchy mutfruit, Stealthboy Room: Health:100/100 Armour health: Conditions:Fine ------ Faction:No faction. Group:none Perk:Good shot Special:lolwut?: apparently your childhood sucks: uhm...AHA...no wait...YAY!: 10 % damage vs. animals and non-kids Bio:Grew up with his grandfather since he was 2 till he was 16,He had no real social life only with his pet dog,Honey,Which he lost when he was 10,Honey just dissapeared.He was taught how to shoot at 6 and trained ever since.He also loved ghost stories and would ask his grandad to tell him one everyday before bed and he loved them but he usually asked for ones about Ghost Animals,Also in his spare time he ran around looking for animals and talked to them gave them fuss and tried to show them he was a friend.He never really had many pets but Honey(Mentioned earlier)and Mr.Tibbles(His pet hamster)Tibbles died when he was 6,Also his grandad died of cancer 4 days after his birthday,and he was sad for weeks and still has bad dreams and can hardly sleep
one walks in and knocks you out with his rifle, you wake up starving and tied to a cross in a position that ensures constant pain
