A New Hero (RP)

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Name: Eric Chang

Age: 29

Gender: Human

Race: Asian

Occupation: Caravan Guard

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Black

Height: 5'4

Weight: 150LB

Weapon: Crossbow, Bolts X20

Armor: Leather Jacket

Misc: Assorted books that have been read and useful for trading. Not many caps to speak of, about 50.



Background: As a little boy, Eric never had much in common with his caravan guard parents. While he retained the weapons training his father and mother hammered into him, his true passion was knowledge. Eric had a huge imagination and would always ask for new books to read from each new locale the caravan visited.

By the time Eric was 10 years old, his parents had earned enough money to settle down in a small community. As his passion was knowledge, Eric eagerly shared it with anyone who would care to listen.

When Eric reached 18 years of age, he had still not decided what to do and so he continued to assist his parents and their community.

By 25, Eric had figured out the best way to broaden his horizons was to follow in his parents footsteps. Now indeed Changs passion was for knowledge yet the asian had little in currency. With this in mind, Eric decided he would become a guard for hire. Trips with a great many caravans and their visits to different locales brought an equal amount of books and knowledge. And so our story begins with Eric travelling in another caravan, sharing his knowledge with any who would listen.



Story

As the caravan moved into town, the amount of dust it generated was enormous. However, this did not deter the inhabitants from rushing out and eagerly examining all the new items and baubles the merchants had laid out on tables for sale. As he fought his way through the throng of bargain hunters, Eric decided the best way to get info on what he would want was to ask around town.

After fifteen minutes of asking and searching, Eric entered a dilapidaed building about 5 minutes away from where his caravan had setup shop. Inside, he discovered a old wiry man presiding over tables stacked with books of all sorts. There was fiction and non-fiction. Another table had biographies of important figures from a long and distant past. Yet another had laying on it books on weapons and medicine. Eric even found old pre-war nudie magazines.

Eric: Sir, would you by chance be in posession of any knowledge relating to civilisation before the war and the subsequent collapse?

Old Man: Of course. I have a great deal but what knowledge are you looking for in particular? I have newspapers, old government reports about the resource shortages, assorted maps and charts, technical books on repair and science.


Eric: I think I will take some of these repair manuals. Do you take anything in trade or caps only? I will admit caps I do not have much of, but my pack has a few books and maps from the lands to the south you might find interesting.

Old Man: Go ahead and lay them out right there and if I see anything that peaks my interests, I will let you know.

Eric heads to the table the old man mentioned and emptied his pack contents upon its dusty surface.

Old Man: Wow, you sure have some doozies. I never meet much men of learning such as yourself but its always a pleasure when I do. I am in short supplies of weapons books so that one there will do nicely. I will also take some of the maps you have. Nothing new but again, something I am in short supplies of in regards to that particular area. Alright sir, I do believe I am satisfied with our transaction. Keep me in mind the next time you head into town.

Eric: Sure friend, see ya around.
 
^Did you not just read the past 4 pages? Thats not the format we're doing it in. And please say which town it is and whos selling the books. Towns don't just pop up in the wasteland like that.

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David ran over to Tom. He fired a shot from his pistol, hitting a Ranger in the leg, who David then finished off with a shot to the head. David pulled Tom over to a nearby car, dodging several shots from the Rangers. He propped tom up against the car and check the wound."Oh shit, thats not going to go away using stimpak.", He said looking at where Tom had been hit. The shrapnel was stuck firmly in Toms thigh. Normally he would be taken to somebody who could get it out, and there was a good doctor at rivet city. But there was no doctor, and Tom was at a risk of dying from an infection. David sighed and said to Tom,"Take my glove to bite down on. I'm sorry for what I'm going to do."

David gave the glove to Tom, who then put it into his mouth. He then ran over to the pack brahmin, who had been moved to cover by Harith. Markand Lucky Harith were firing at the Rangers. He took a Stimpak out and ran back over to Tom. He then took ahold of the Shrapnel. He pulled it out slowly. Blood spurted out onto Davids jacket, and Tom screamed through the glove, and punched the ground. David finally pulled it all out and applied the Stimpak to it, not caring if there were any small shards. He then took off his jacket and wrapped it around the leg, tying it with a knot. He looked up at Tom and said,"That should start healing it now, but its not permanent. Don't join the fight ok, we need that in good condition till we get to Rivet City."

David then turned away and ran to join the others. A ranger ran over to him, wielding a sledgehammer. David dodged a swing, and grabbed her, slitting her throat. The woman stood there for a while, blood gushing out of her neck, while her comrades watched. David then slammed her head down on a nearby car and followed it by impaling on the war with his knife. He yanked it out a few seconds later and her body fell to the ground. He then pulled out his pistol as well. and ducked behind the car.
 
Initial poster said nothing about any rules in regards to how one posts. Sure I read the other posts but they are a bit disjointed and mostly involving combat. I purposelly left out the town name for that specific reason but I will re-go thorugh the posts and see if I can link up with either alot or atleast of of you folks.

I am looking for a rp that is active and allows freedom in regards to how the story plays out except for actions that affect other players or that alter the course of their mission.
 
James took all he got and suddenly checked for his map and it wasnt there. He then saw a Raider of some sort running. "Sneaky little turd!" He reached for his pistol and shot the raider on sight. He went down but so eager to get away tried to crawl. James walked over and said "Well now, if you just asked for some instructions on where to go I could tell you, but you just dont go off taking my map. How about you take off that nice little Mask of yours." James removed the mask and jumped back, he saw a the most ugliest ghoul face he had ever seen. "Holy Cow! You are the ugliest I have seen!" James quickly put the mask back on the ghoul. "My map please?" James asked annoyed. The ghoul took out the map and then lit on fire with a match. "No you stupid Ghoul!" James turned from panicked to anger knowing his map was gone. He took out a boot knife and cut the ghouls face up and shot it twice. He then had to think, Those men looked like they knew where they were going, I may be able to aid them if they need it. James ran foward and then saw lots of shooting, the men ran to a wounded one that was part of their crew. He took out a pistol and gave them some cover fire, but they were too busy with the wounded. He started to slowly follow them until they noticed him.
 
OOC:

Is the caravan that arrived in Springvale still there? Otherwise I am going to have to choose another town.

Also would like to get some kind of update as to whats going on and where everyone is. Maybe a seperate thread for OOC?
 
^^^^^^
Why don't you just read the posts, they are quite interesting.

(Back on-Topic)

Tom looked all around him and pulled himself over to his hunting rifle, which was now several meters away. He scrapped himself along the gravel along the floor, bullets ricocheted off of the car door above him.

He grabbed hold of Gregory, and looked through the sights at the enemy, he tried to pull the trigger, but his finger just got looser, his arm was now slack. He looked down at his leg, which was still bleeding through the makeshift bandage David made for him.

Tom slipped down and his head hit a car steering wheel, he rolled over as he tried to look up into the sky, Tom just realised that he was going unconscious, he tried to manage one word as he faded, "Shit..." Tom fell onto the floor.
 
Like I said its a bit hard to follow.

Looks like someone is with someone else travelling towards Rivet City/Ten Penny Towers?? Could be the caravan which was in springvale earlier but poster never mentions the caravan ittself, only some dude named Lucky something.

Also is mike still in springvale looking for work from the caravan or has it left?

And how did people go from springvale and BoS flareup/talking to the enclave officer guy to a ranger shootout?

As said before an OOC thread would be a lot more efficient and faster than reading through four pages and trying to add it up.
 
Because me and david were at tenpenny tower looking for clues as to where the lone wanderer may be, mark is with the caravan which is nearly at rivet city, me and david rejoined the caravan eventually.

If you read it, the ranger ambush not shootout is because reilly's rangers has stagnated since fallout 3.

Back on to the story, if you want to ask these questions pm me, white knight, or unadopted track, because this topic is becoming too bloody muddled.
 
OOC: To me, the best bet to link up with the rest of ya would be to wait for you in Rivet City. If you folk shave no objections, then the caravan Eric was a part of just got in to Rivet City (not the same one as you folks).

As Eric walked he mumbled "Rivet City". This place WAS amazing. Who knew that people, regular people, could have created such things of complexity. Reality kicked back hard and all of a sudden Eric felt like something hit him in the gut. Some tears had started to well up but he kept them down. On the surface, nobody would be the wiser.

"You fucking bastards. Idiot fucking bastards. You had all of this. Electricty, food, drink, luxury at every turn. Cars, air travel, even trips into space. And you let it all go. Someone had to go apeshit and release some superweapon and fuck it all up". As hardened as he was, Eric still had some idealism left within him. Thoughts of the past were starting to be too much and he cleared his mind.
 
The sun shown down like a giant heat-lamp in the sky the almost complete lack of ozone made the walk even harder, jake had been walking for about two weeks, and the wrecked haul that housed rivet city was a bastion of hope. Along the way, sadly, Madelene had been badly wounded by a crazed man, fully clad in metal armor, she was still breathing, and jake had managed to patch her up, but he had no clue how long the poor dog would last. He trudged up the walkway worn and tired, Madelene swaggering beside him. He moved towards the intercom, and spoke in a tired voice "Can you let us in? Me and my dog have been traveling quite a long time, she's been injured, and if we could just use your..." jake was interrupted by a fast talking man, with a deep voice "Go away, we don't need you, or your damn dog, we got enough lazy wasteland assholes using up our space, food and watter, without some old geezer and his wounded mutt, go find a barn to hang yourself in you old koot."
The wasteland was a cold harsh place, and jake knew it, but to be turned away so quickly, and harshly, it was almost to much to handle, jake wanted to scream, but he knew that if he blew his lid, than Madelene would die for certain, as jake was talking with the man on the intercom, Madelene grabbed a bottle of purified watter out of the pack, and sat it, at the beggar that jake had yet to notice's feet. The beggar petted Madelene on the head, and took a swig of the watter. the man looked up at jake, who was trudging back and forth thinking of what he could say to gain entry into rivet city. "nice dog you got here, mister, I think she might have just saved my life." jake turned to the man who had downed the watter, and was standing up to shake his hand. "My names luis, been waiting out here four weeks, they won't let me in, or even give me watter, say I'm a 'burden on society', I think I might have died waiting by now if it hadn't been for nice people like you, and your dog here." jake shook the mans hand, and looked him in the eye "Jake, and it looks like I'll be joining you in sitting here until someone gains a sense of humanity, and let's us in" he sat next to the beggar, shared some food with him, and they chatted the day away, in waiting for a kind traveler to let them in.
 
Tom was in a world of his own, he couldn't hear a thing, he must of lost a lot of blood as he was now currently unconscious, he tried to open his eyes just a little bit, but could only see the orange sky as the sun went down over the horizon.

He managed to open his eyes a little more, but it couldn't be right, in front of him was Commander Jabsco shooting at the rangers, with his former Platoon Sergeant, as well as several of his squad mates from when he was in Talon Comp.

He then realised, he couldn't see David, Mark or Lucky anywhere. He realised now, it was just a dream, he was still deeply unconscious, so now he didn't know whether he had been taken hostage by the rangers, or his group managed to fight them off. He couldn't open his eyes at all, he could barely smell anything either, he could just hear deep breathing and rapid footsteps, but didn't know who's they were, he was for the first time in a while completely defenceless.
 
David wielded both his knife and his pistol together, firing shots at the rangers while keeping the knife for any who wanted to come close enough. A ranger fell, dead before he hit the floor from a shot to the stomach. Combat armour could usually stop that, but it seemed it was in very bad condition this time. David ducked behind a car as the rangers concerntrated their fire on him. He looked at Tom and realised he was unconcious. He ran over to him.

Just then a ranger threw a frag grenade. It exploded a few meters behind David and he was thrown forward. Dazed, he lay on his back, trying to make sense of what was happening. As he gained his sense, he realised he had landed next to Tom. He grabbed the young boy and shouted,"Tom, wake up, you need to wake up!"
 
55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60. Eric got up off the floor, his hands red from doing pushups and pullups. It would still be a few days before his caravan outfit would leave for their next stop.

"Wonder if Frankie has some info for me today"

After donning a pair of faded jeans, white undershirt, and a leather jacket, the asian worked his way through the crowd of folks heading back to their families after the days work. The bar was only a few minutes away from the room he rented and before long, the smell of cheap booze (or whatever constitued it these days), cigarettes and an assortment of body odors, dominated the entire area.

Frank the bartender, a heavy set bald man in his late 40s, spotted Eric entering and greeted him with a hearty pat on the back.

"Friend, good to see ya. Didn't know when you would be back in town, otherwise I would have had something special prepared"

"Don't worry about it old timer, seeing you still alive and kicking is more than enough for me"

"So, what brings you to this scummy part of town eh? You need booze? Maybe some snatch? I know your not asking for drugs and if I had any I wouldn't sellem to ya"

"Not this time. Just want to get in on the gossip and the happenings of today. Got anything interesting for me?"

"Nothing but the usual bullshit. Wait, I did hear the watchmen mentioning something about a wanderer. Not the usual loser type mind you but this fella was actually packing some pretty fancy heat. Got himself some busted up combat armor too and a dog that looks barely alive. Anyone whos got all that and still alive probably worth talking to"

"Got anything else Frank?"

"Naw thats about it for todays news. Ever since that hero fella went on a rampage on all things bad, things been broing just like ya said"

"Ok thanks Frank. I think I'm gonna have a talk with Smiley and see if he can pull a few strings. If anyone has a chance to get someone in, it'll be the caravan leader. Who knows, we might find ourselves another guard"
 
Tom opened his eyes to see David shaking him about, all of the Talon Company personnel were replaced with David, Mark, Luck and the brahmin, Tom found this funny because were Jabsco was standing was were the brahmin was.

Tom thought to himself while everyone had nearly finished off the rangers, he didn't believe he had to go through several more weeks of this bullshit, just to get to the Pitt, almost more 200 miles to the north west of here.

If that guy was at the Pitt, Tom didn't know what he'd do, probably either hurt him, or talk to him, he didn't know. Above all though he wanted to know why this guy spared his life and killed everyone else.

Tom lifted Gregory off of his chest and aimed down the sites from behind the car door. Ping, missed, Tom shot again and hit the ranger in the leg, and while the ranger was down Tom fired again, killing him. Only 3 more rangers left, jesus those guys were certainly here today, normally on a patrol there's about 4 of them, but never above ten of them.
 
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