It happened in the year 2000, every man, women, and child went about their buisness as usual. Oblivious to the tragedy that would occur that day. As the World went about it's buisness, a bomb went of...In a nuclear weapons manufacturing plant in America. The reaction took out most of the west coast, leaving it as little more than scattered islands covered in radioactive dust. The east coast and most of North America died in the next few days from the radioactive fallout. Suspects were gathered around the world by America's former allies, and wars were started at the drop of hats. At the time of most needed peace, there was war and chaos. The world cried "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.This country bombed that one, and other's bombed this and so on. The population of the world dropped from Six billion...to one billion in a matter of years. Slowly the recovery was made and life was slowly getting to the point that people could survive. Fifty years later, pockets of civilization grew, and scavengers lived off of what they could find. Factions have been formed, but no dominant government has been able to form. Several factions have been trying to gain power to no avail. One faction in particular has been trying to gain power, the Slarmanians, who have the dictator Larry Schienz as their leader. This band has been cruel and leaves little choice for humans they encounter, join and serve...or die. With such a small population, only a greatly organized plan to unite all humans on Earth together would help to rebuild their once great world. But as with all beginnings, greed and power hungry leaders arise, and create even more havoc and chaos. In this post apocalyptic world there are no laws, no rules, no enforcement to control what goes on, just people and their defensive natures.
This is the basic idea, all characters are scavengers, either alone or in a group. I'm not gonna have all of us be in one group or anything, but I want all the players to be somewhere in central europe. If you wish to lead a band of people, pm me first with your ideas of your numbers and equipment to be okay'd. Or you can go solo.
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Physical Characteristics: Lean and taut, there is no room for fat or weight in Gabriel's life. Living as he has, his skin is dark and lined, scars showing here and there on most parts of his body. And yet his natural dexterity and grace have not been lost, only made greater by the strength and durability of his form. Dark blue eyes, with hair the color of light dirt. His clothes are a scavenged mix, thick black cargo pants, steel toed work boots, a plain t-shirt topped with a worn long sleeved one. The pistol is strapped to his right leg, ready to be drawn, his knife sitting horizontally across his front on the belt for an easy draw.
Equipment: Lock picks, random assortment of small tools (pliers, screwdriver, hex keys, small things like that, generally in pretty crappy condition) , utility knife (appx 3 inch blade, single edge, very sturdy, solid grip, unbalanced, made for work usage) personal knife (appx 4 inch blade, single edged, slight curve, finger notch at base, very sharp, very well kept, designed for self defense), assortment of small scavenged trinkets, SigSauer P226 handgun(German/Swiss gun, 15 9mm rounds, all light brown color, dual-stack magazine), one extra clip, small box containing appx 20 rounds of ammunition, light travel pack, made to fit well and not hinder movement of the wearer, and to balance out the load carried.
Abilities/skills: Gabriel has learned that with enough effort, and a bit of time, he can manage to get inside just about anything. His set of lock picks, both mechanical and electronic, are his most prize possessions, and he does everything possible to keep them in good repair. A very skilled scavenger, Gabriel knows how to find the best bits and pieces in the midst of seemingly nothing, for whatever needs. If it's there, he'll most likely find it. Survival is key when growing up in the wastelands. Nothing else matters. To include finding food, water, and shelter. And not to mention the ability to defend oneself. Not a warrior by any means, Gabriel knows how to handle himself in a figth, whether it be hand to hand, firefight, or just getting th hell away from whoever wants him dead.
History: Born into the dregs of the post apocalyptic civilization, things such as family, friends, and community are foriegn concepts. Raised by nomadic survivors, Gabriel grew to cherish only one thing in life. Survival at all costs. Stealing, scavenging, killing, all these were acceptable means of doing so. Whether for food, water, suplies, equipment, shelter, or merely self defense, there was no limits to what the pack would do to survive. Including to one another.
This was his life for 24 years. Death was no stranger, whether it was from sickness, a knife in the dark, or an accident. Then came the first settlement. the pack wasn't allowed in, for the inhabitants thought it would be a bad idea, and would only lead to theft, murder, and chaos. Which they were probably right. But Gabriel was fascinated by it. The people, their lives. Here were folks who didn't kill each other over a skin of water. Who wern't forced to go for a week with barely enough food to sustain a rabbit. And so when the pack finally moved off, giving up on getting inside the town, Gabriel stayed. For weeks he roamed the edges, always refused entrance. It would take the voice and hand of a little girl to grant him acceptance.
Gabriel had been outside, watching, as usual. He hadn't noticed the small child sneaking up on him. Children were hard to spot little critters sometimes. But the next thing he knew, the smal lgirl, perhaps ten, maybe younger, was sitting there beside him, watching and smiling at him. Hesitant at first, Gabriel was soon convinced to talk, finding himself entranced by the girl's childish nature and optimism. He had never seen its like. A good hour later, he was led into town, in tow of the girl (whose name was Cecilia, she had said) much to the outrage and fear of the townspeople. Needless to sya, he wasn't accepted all that quickly. But in time, Gabriel became one of them, another survivor, helping to rebuild what they once had.
But it would not last. It would be another year and a half before the next pack came through. But these were different. There was no talk of entering town peacefully and such. These came with weapons, and vehicles. The tore through the town like the vikings of old, killing everyone they could find, taking women and girls for their own, pillaging, and torching it all. Gabriel fought as well as he could, but in the end all he could do was survive. With a growing lust for revenge, he once more became the wanderer. He cares nothing for the Slarmanians, nor any other faction. His hatred is for the oppressors and the beasts. The would be tyrants and the heartless murderers.
I'm not going to start the first post, just post your character and post your actual rping, I'll follow then next person or two.