Post Apocalyptic London RPG

[Major Zuma]

Story:

2307 and the Post Apocalytpic world of Old England Continues on. A vault called Vault 126 opened up. Those Vault civilians later became the new london residents and occupiers. You, one of those civilians are put out as a Traveler to go find other parts around London, suddenly you find a radio in the city. And after years go by of you trying to get the radio to find a signal a sudden "Army" General talks in the radio from a location not too far from London. Her army is called the Militaire française(French Military). After speaking to the Mayor of London he sends you out there [/i]alone

Form to join:
Name:
Age:
gender:
Race:
Personality:
Armor:
Weapon:
Likings:
Dislikings:
Other info:


My character
Name: James Sorrisin
Age: 24
gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Calm, heck of a talker, very persuasive
Armor: A black suit with blue eans
Weapon: A knife and a hunting rifle
Likings: Anybody that talks to him with a good attitude and food.
Dislikings: Enemys that attack head on and dont try for reason.
Other info: I like to talk in first person.

 

[Mr Krepe]

I like how already your using the British v French motive, if I wasn't in another RPG I would join this one, because i'm British myself, proud of it.

But i've got to say one thing, apparently there wasn't any vaults in Britain, and Britain was apparently hit much worse than USA or Russia. Apparently Britain was hit with thousands of missiles and bombs from the middle east, russia, china, even some of the EU who was sick off the British government trying to break away from the EU's state of play. But good idea otherwise, I truly mean that.

 

[John B.]

Name: M.A.C.
Age: 230
gender: presumed to be male because of the anagram that makes up "his" name.
Race: Prewar robot
Personality: MAC's time left out in the wasteland has not been kind on "his" sanity
Armor:iron plated chassis
Weapon: a rudimentary laser-gun
Other info: "he" was made by a British inventor, in last few months before the war, and survived , out of sheer luck. "His" solar panels provide a good supply of energy for "him", which has been a huge contributing factor to his continual functionality. his stainless steel body, has preventing him from rusting, and now he's just wandering around the UK, looking for his creator.

 

[Mr Krepe]

Oh heck, i'm definitely joining, nothing like a good rpg.

Name: Thomas D. Searl (Prefers Tom)

Age: 14

gender: Male

Race: Human

Personality: Born in the Durham region of England, his parents were brutally murdered by a band of vicious raiders. With no where to call home he wandered south until he reached the small London community were he is often seen as the outsider. He eventually left, and wanders the London Wastes, scavenging and trading with caravanners. Because of this isolated life, he is often very pessimistic, and doesn't like being around others, only if he has to. He has quite a short fuse, and people tend to avoid him because of this. With no where to call home he set up a ramshackle shack on one of the towers on the Tower Bridge, occasionally pot shooting passers by for entertainment.

Armor: Very loose leather armour, with what appears to be combat armour plates taped and stapled to the leather.

Weapon: His trusty Hunting Rifle, who he often refers to as Gregory, he has had this rife for many years, and learned to use it like a true marksman.

Likings: Cheap deals, easy shots, his rifle (Gregory), people who don't immediately call him a crazy person because of his behaviour

Dislikings: dogs, raiders, nobheads

Other info: Due to his past, and behaviour, it is highly recommended you tread lightly around, and try to avoid saying things about your home, or your family.
He also has a friendship with an injured cat he found a year ago, although this cat doesn't belong to him, he lets the cat come into his shack on the Tower Bridge and feeds it.



I think i'll try talking in first person, it'll be different for me, and quite enjoyable.

 

[Major Zuma]

(I am not good at starting off RPG's so bare with me.)

I walked around and stared at the world in amazement. But the only thing that saddened me was there was no life. Suddenly I saw a gate, it had people guarding it. I took out my binoculars and stared out, this must have been the military on the radio. Suddenly I heard a gun cock behind me, "Another Vault boy, take him in but do so in a polite way." I looked behind me too see a man dressed in navy blue. And two other giant guys that picked me up and dragged me across the grass. We arrived at the gates in no time. The men spoke fluently in another language. And then the guards nodded in some kidn of agreement and I got dragged through the gates. "Velcome to London. Now under French control." The man that took me said.

 

[Major Zuma]

I like how already your using the British v French motive, if I wasn't in another RPG I would join this one, because i'm British myself, proud of it.

But i've got to say one thing, apparently there wasn't any vaults in Britain, and Britain was apparently hit much worse than USA or Russia. Apparently Britain was hit with thousands of missiles and bombs from the middle east, russia, china, even some of the EU who was sick off the British government trying to break away from the EU's state of play. But good idea otherwise, I truly mean that.

(I think its okay if I use it, But thank you for telling me.)