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| ZuZu | Sep 21 2010, 06:06 PM Post #1 |
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Psychotic Biker
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Michael walked aimlessly around Brick for the next few hours, in search of work. Finding nothing except for brick making jobs, he decided that Brick was a bust. Later in the day, Michael decided he'd better hit the trail, stopping at th common house to pack up the rest of his gear. "Let's just see where the road takes me." He said, grinning. Michael had always been a true wanderer, a nameless nomad who never stayed any one place for too long. After slinging his pack over shoulder, he marched his way out of town, determination in his swagger. After about an hour of walking, Michael noticed he was being followed. Not paying any mind to it, Michael kept walking, making sure to keep his distance from the stranger on his tail. Finally, Michaeel turned, only to realize that his would-be stalker was merely a dog. "Paranoid." Michael mumbled to himself. H bent down and motioned for the dog to come closer. "Here, pup." He called, reaching out his hand, beckoning for the kanine to come closer. As he did so, Michael failed to realize another waster walking up behind him. As they got within earshot, the stranger called out to Michael. "What are ya' doing, Mike?" Michael flinched. Only onee person had ever called him Mike. "Sara McAllister, what in the world have you been up to?" Michael asked, turning around just in time to see Sara smile at him. |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| ZuZu | Sep 25 2010, 02:03 PM Post #2 |
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Psychotic Biker
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Sara smiled, opening up her arms to give Michael a warm hug. "Nothin' much, old friend, nothin' much." She said, her smile fading slightly. As she let go of Michael, she noticed the dog walking up next to him. "Looks like you've got a new friend." Sara said, her smile now all but gone. She knew what she was about to tell Michael wasn't good. "Oh, this guy?" Michael said, pointing his thumb back at the dog. A Siberian Husky, by the looks of him. A rare breed nowadays. "He must've followed me out here from Brick." He continued, cocking his head in the direction of the city. Sara contiued to look at the dog. Michael turned back to him and looked him over. "Hey, he's a husky. Always wanted one of these." Michael said, cracking a faint smile as he patted the dog's head. "Let's see...Yup, found his tag." Michael mumbled, fumbling with the Husky's makeshift collar. The tag had the name Bosco scribbled across it in permanent ink. "So, your name's Bosco?" Michal said, excitement still in his voice. Sara's face was showing faint signs of unease. "Mike, I got bad news." Sara said, hints of sadness in her voice. Michael turnd and stood. Sara knew he wouldn't like it, but she still had to tell him. "What?" Michal asked, with heavy concern in his tone. For Michael, bad news was always personal. Sara's heart was starting to sink. It was hurting her to tell him this. "It's your brother, Bill. He's..." Sara broke. She couldn't bring herself to tell Michael what happened. As the tears started to roll down her cheeks, Michael grabbed hold of her. "He's dead, isn't he?" Michael asked, holding Sara tightly as she continued to melt. Bill was like the brother Sara never had. No wonder she was so torn up. He felt Sara nod in reply to his question. Burrying his sadness, Michael pulled back from Sara and said "How? And where?" Sara managed to hold back her tears long enough to tell Michael what he wanted to know. "Confederate Soldiers, two miles south of Skyline. Bill and your Uncle Haigan tried to ambush one of their slave caravans. It didn't end well. Haigan's the only one that survived, and he's still in Skyline's infirmary." Sara finished by ltting loose another burst of tears before she could finally calm down. Michael looked back at Brick. "Sara, if you want to take a break, there's a town about a milee down this road. It's called Brick. It ain't a bad place, although there's not much work." Michal said, a burning desir for vengeance slowly building up inside of him. Sara stood up, gave Michael one last hug, and said, "Thanks Mike." Then she said something neither of them expected. She told Michael, "I love you," and then she was gone, leaving nothing but a small rucksack with Michael. Michael was frozen, standing on that stretch of road long after Sara had left for Brick. "She loves me?" He said, finally starting back up on his journey. Skyline was his destination. He made camp roughly three hours later on a small ridge. "Ain't got much for food." He said, fishing out one of his last boxes of Tasty Crisps. "Bosco, you keep watch. Wake me if anything comes." Michael said before dozing off into an uneasy sleep. |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| ZuZu | Sep 28 2010, 06:28 PM Post #3 |
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Psychotic Biker
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Michael actually spent the next three hours sleeping peacefully, dreaming sweeeet dreams of a life he no longer had. A life with Bill, Sara, Haigan, and his Mother. The life of a caravaner. The life he never had. As Michael lay asleep, his dream unkowingly a nightmare, Bosco stood ever alert. The young dog scanned the horizon for anything that could bring harm to his new master. Seeing two small shadows dart across his gaze, Bosco growled lowly as he watched the two small mole rats scurry through the darkness. Bosco's growling ceased when he realized the rats had no interest in him or his master. Bosco returned to his scanning. Meanwhile, Michael continued to dream. Now more of a conventional nightmare, Michal realized that his dream-life was beginning to fall apart. Seeing his mother flash between ghoulhood and humanity, Michael was starting to feel fear. Seeing Sara switch between housewife and merc-girl, Michael knew this was fake. The last straw was Michael's brother, Bill, turning ino a bloodied corpse right before his eyes, crying out, "Why couldn't you save m, brother? Why?". Michael awoke with sharp pains and tears in his eyes, screaming, "It's not my fault, Billy! It's not my fault." Further lamenting the loss of his littl brother, Michael failed to notie the beautiful wasteland sunrise. After warming himself on the embers of last nights fire, Michael gathered his gear and proceeded down the trail that would take him to Skyline, where he could find Haigan and plan his vengeance. Michael savored that moment like a starveed hound savors it's last steak. "I will avenge you, my brother." Michael swore as he continued down the trail, taking litttle notice in the group of travllers approaching him, slowly, as he marched northwest into the Louisiana Wastes. Paying them little mind, Michael never noticed the lead traveller draw out a sawn-off shotgun. As the firearm clicked shut, Michael nodded, muttering, "So, that's how you want to play?" Michael rached for his revolver as the lead raider shouted "Now!", hoping the others would spring fast enough. Michael turned, but not before being tackled by one of the raiders. "Die, asshole!" that raider yelled, drawing his knife. Michael answered with a headbut. Michael then shoved the disorientd raider off him and grabbed his own knife, stabbing at the raider's side. The lead raider, howeer, opened fire on Michael befor h could do any real damage, buckshot grazing Michael's left arm. "Fuck!" Michael yelled, hot blood pooring out of his wounds. Lucky me. "Bosco, help!" Michael yelled, wondering where the mutt had ran off to. Almost immediately, Bosco sprinted to his master's aide. Bosco leaped towards the shotgun raider, biting down on his hand, which caused him to drop the gun. Taking advantage, Michael picked up his muzzleloader. "Burn in hell!" he shouted as the shot tore through the shotgun raider's chest. Then, Michael drew out his revolver, popping off two more shots at the other raiders, dropping one while landing the otheer shot in the survivor's shoulder. Michael let him go, and then began nursing his wounds. "It's gonna be a long day," he groaned as he wrapped up his arm in a makeshift bandage. |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| ZuZu | Oct 2 2010, 04:03 PM Post #4 |
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Psychotic Biker
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"God almighty, this hurts!" Michael groaned as he contiued his march through the wastes, hoping to find a ruined hospital or pharmacy, as he was in dire need of medical supplies, and food. With the dead raiders far behind him, and not yielding much in the way of loot, Michael slowly dargged himself through the wasteland, doing his best to make progress. Boscoe wimpered, discouraged by his master's condition. "You wanna help?" Michael asked, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Well?" Michael grunted, partially blaming the dog for his injury out of hurt pride. It'd been a while since he'd taken a hit. "Ok...Ok, I gotta rest." Michael said, grunting as he sat down under an old, ruined bridge. Bosco had run off looking for medicine. He knew the symbol, a plus sign in a circle. Michael looked around for him before shrugging and nodding off, his shoulder raging in protest. "Fuck you." Michael mumbled as he drifted into a dreamless slumber. Bosco wandered into an old drugstore, hoping to find something to help his master. As he wandered the aisles, Bosco sniffed each shelf suspiciously. Something doesn't smell right, Bosco thought, noticing a sweaty, musky smell in the air. Bosco sniffed a couple more times before he stumbled upon the source of the smell. A dead traveller. Bosco barked twice before moving in on the corpse. In an odd stroke of luck, espcially for Bosco, the body had a dotor's bag lying next to it. Even though it was probably a longshot, Bosco clenched the bag in his teeth and brought it back to Michael. Michael woke up to the sound of barking. He instinctively reached for his rifle. Bad move. Shockwaves of pain shot through his arm. "Aagh!" Michael yelled, clutching his bandage. "Why?!" Michael screamed through his teeth. Bosco wimperd and dropped the medical supplies in front of Michael's feet. Bosco barked again to get his master's attention. "What? Oh...thanks." Michael said, reaching for the bag. "Good boy, Bosco." he said with a vague hint of appreciation. Bosco barked and wagged his tail with excitement. Michael sifted through the old bag as best he could, his injury limting his progress. "Oh, thank God." Michael breathed, letting out a sigh of relief. Bandages, Med-X, and a stimpack. "Just what I ordered." hee joked, rfusing to give credi to doctors. After roughly an hour, he had his bandages changed and his shoulder pumped full of meds. With a new vigor in his step, Michael proceeded down the long road to Skyline. After two more days of determined walking, Michael arrived at Skyline. In all of its towering glory, the settlement built around the old Skyline Hotel was a welcome sight in the wasteland. "Finally," Michael said, exhausted, "Now to find Uncle Haigan." |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| gunmun | Oct 3 2010, 06:12 AM Post #5 |
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((This still open? I'm looking forRP to join.)) |
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Name: Zach Approx. age: 16. Character Stats: Strength: 5 Perception: 5 Endurance 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 5 Character Race: human equipment: Dirty and bloody Pre war casual wear A homemade shotgun he got from a dead slaver, a shank, and 30 shells along with three Stimpaks Traits: Fast Shot Kamikaze | |
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| ZuZu | Oct 3 2010, 06:14 PM Post #6 |
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Psychotic Biker
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((Sure, I guess it can be prolonged. It'll give other guys a chance to join in as well.)) |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| gunmun | Oct 4 2010, 12:01 PM Post #7 |
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Vault dweller
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Zach went over and sited Skyline "This looks like place where people who think their rich would live. I'm proible not get much on Ludgren but then again these places serve up the best drinks." He thought to himself then spotted Michael "A man with a dog that's not trying too rip him into pieces? You don't see that everyday" he thought walking up to him "Hey, you with the dog" He shouted to get Michael’s attention, one hand in the air and the other on his shotgun just in case he was hostile |
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Name: Zach Approx. age: 16. Character Stats: Strength: 5 Perception: 5 Endurance 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 5 Character Race: human equipment: Dirty and bloody Pre war casual wear A homemade shotgun he got from a dead slaver, a shank, and 30 shells along with three Stimpaks Traits: Fast Shot Kamikaze | |
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| ZuZu | Oct 5 2010, 12:47 PM Post #8 |
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Psychotic Biker
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As Michael walked through the plaza, he heard someone shouting. "Great, what now?" Michael mumbled, already having been harassed by every fast-talking merchant in the bazaar. As he looked around to see who was calling for him, he noticed the boy waving his arm. "Great. It's a kid." Michael said, his voice laden with annoyance. Michael looked down at Bosco before deciding on what to do next. "Well, if I don't go now, the poor boy'll probably follow me around Skyline 'til I talk to him." Michael said. He looked around one last time to make sure someone else wasn't yelling for him, and then he walked over to the boy, introducing himself with a gruff, slightly annoyed, "What?" |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| gunmun | Oct 5 2010, 05:26 PM Post #9 |
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Vault dweller
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someone's in a bad mood Zach thought to himself then asked Michael "Well, first off, do you know a certain bandit leader who calls himself Arnold Ludgren?" |
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Name: Zach Approx. age: 16. Character Stats: Strength: 5 Perception: 5 Endurance 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 5 Character Race: human equipment: Dirty and bloody Pre war casual wear A homemade shotgun he got from a dead slaver, a shank, and 30 shells along with three Stimpaks Traits: Fast Shot Kamikaze | |
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| ZuZu | Oct 5 2010, 06:16 PM Post #10 |
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Psychotic Biker
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Arnold Ludgren. Michael thought long and hard. Th name sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. "No, I don't." Michael replied, pulling back on his harsh tone. "But I know someone who might." Michael continued, remembering why he camee to Skyline. Without thinking any furhter about the topic, Michael turnd in the direction of Skyline's infirmary. "Follow me, kid." Michael said, motioning for th boy to follow. "Name's Michael, by the way." he said. Feeling curious, Micahel turned to the kid and asked, "What are you doing hunting raiders anyway? Ain't you a little young for that?" |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| gunmun | Oct 6 2010, 02:39 AM Post #11 |
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Vault dweller
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Zach lowered his eyebrows at Michael for calling him "kid" but fallowed him "The names Zach, and I'm hunting that asshole cause he's responsible for killing my parents and sending me off to a slaver camp for a good chunk of my life" |
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Name: Zach Approx. age: 16. Character Stats: Strength: 5 Perception: 5 Endurance 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 5 Character Race: human equipment: Dirty and bloody Pre war casual wear A homemade shotgun he got from a dead slaver, a shank, and 30 shells along with three Stimpaks Traits: Fast Shot Kamikaze | |
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| ZuZu | Oct 12 2010, 01:36 PM Post #12 |
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Psychotic Biker
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((Just a bit of advice, gunmun, try to make your posts longer, like atleast a good two paragraphs. Plus, you don't have to end your post at the end of your character's dialogue. You can detail the actions of your character and what he sees as long as you don't puppeteer or godmod. See rules for description of puppeteering.)) Michael continued along the path to the infirmary. "So, parents got killed by raiders? Like I ain't heard that before." Michael said, remembering the sad faces of merchants children when they learn of that mom and pop aren't coming back. He paid no mind to the kid's feelings, or his potential sensitivity to the matter. "And you said your name's Zach? I knew a boy named Zach back in Tenessee. Nice kid. Lost his parents duringone of our trips." Michael said, partially rambling, being considered old by some wasteland standards. As Michael approached the infirmary, he noticed it was fairly busy. Must be more raiders around now, Michael thought as he came to the front desk. The clerk, who was already aggravated and stressed out more than usual, looked at Michael with an almost hateful glare. "Can I help you?" she said, with biting sarcasm. Michael was unphased. "Nehemiah Haigan, please." He replied, all but defeating the clerk's tone. She looked at down at a clipboard, then at a barely functional computer terminal. She looked back at Michael, saying, "Room 22. What's your business with the Sheriff?". Michael didn't want to even grace her question with an answer, but the armed guard giving him an equally angry look swayed his mind. "Personal. He's the closest thing to an uncle I've ever had." Michael said, calming himself before problems arose. As he turned to the door, he looked back at Zach and said, "You coming or what?" |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| gunmun | Oct 13 2010, 01:23 PM Post #13 |
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((Okay, this is first Rp that I’ve been that requires at least two paragraphs though)) Zach sighed as Michael seemed to take no pity on him. He was used to it by now but sometimes he’d wish people would show a little sympathy once in a while. He fallowed his new ‘friend’ into the infirmary, barely listening to him rambling. Once they inside he also noticed that there was alot of people there “I wonder happened them” he thought to himself as he and Michael went up to the front desk. He let Micheal do the talking to the women at the desk. Hell yeah,” Zach answered Michael when he asked if he was coming, “its not like I have anything better to do.” he said fallowing him to the sheriffs office |
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Name: Zach Approx. age: 16. Character Stats: Strength: 5 Perception: 5 Endurance 7 Charisma: 5 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 5 Character Race: human equipment: Dirty and bloody Pre war casual wear A homemade shotgun he got from a dead slaver, a shank, and 30 shells along with three Stimpaks Traits: Fast Shot Kamikaze | |
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| ZuZu | Nov 3 2010, 06:14 PM Post #14 |
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Psychotic Biker
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Haigan looked up from his desk as the door creaked open. He had his office moved to the infirmary ever since the raid, mostly because the doctors wouldn't let him leave. A wide grin stretched across his face as he saw Michael enter the room. Looking back at his paper work, he casually announcedm "Nehemiah Haigan, how may I help you?" "Cut it, old man," Michael replied, smirking when he saw Haigan. "It's good to see you", he said, noting Haigan's seemingly speedy recovery. Michael looked around, soaking in the hospital room/office. "Well, nephew, I would be out looking for the bastards that did this, but I'm gettin' on in my years and the docs ain't plannin' on letting me go." Haigan replied. The old man was visibly upset with his situation. "Give me a week and I'll be outta here though. So say th docs, anyway." "Is Maximus still in charge?" Michael asked. Haigan's reply shocked him. "Nope. Tiberius Copeland is the new General in Skyline." Haigan answred. Michael sat still processing this for a few seconds. "The caravan guard? He's the General now?" Michael asked, still shocked at the change. "Yep. Talk to him, and see if'n you can't get him to organize a revenge strategy. In the mean time, I have paperwork to file." Haigan stated, hints of bitterness decorating his tone. Michael decided Haigan was right. He turned to Zach and asked him if he had any questions for Haigan. "I'll be back in an hour or so. Got people to talk to." He said in a gruff tone. With that, Michael headed off to the Hotel Tower, hoping to gain an audience with the General. |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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| ZuZu | Nov 8 2010, 07:16 PM Post #15 |
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Psychotic Biker
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As General Tiberius looked onward from his penthouse, he sighed. "More problems," he muttered, turned his eyes away from the smoke on the horizon. He had known the Confederatees were in the area for about a month now, but when they started to attack Skyline, even he was slightly taken aback. Skyline is a fairly well defended city, with its concrete walls and an ample supply of guards. "This ends soon," Tiberius told himself, "This ends tonight." As Michael exited the elevator, he was immediately stopped by the "praetorian guard" as they calleed thmselves. Really nothing more than overpayed mercenaries. Michael glard at one of them, saying "I'd like to see Tiberius. Now!" with authority. Th guards held their ground, pointing two very unkempt grease-guns at Michael. "Nobody sees the General." one barked, trying to intimidate Michael. In failed attempt, one actually tried to shove Michael back toward the elevator. Michael, in one fell swoop, twisted the guard's arms behind his back, threw him into a wall, and them curb stomped his left arm. "I'd like to see the General." Michael repeated, letting some anger show in his tone. "Uhh...Right this way, s-sir." The other guard said, motioning towards a set of double doors behind him. |
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"We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him." -John Price, TF 141 Michael A. Cross SPECIAL: 6.7.5.5.7.4.6 Traits: Fast Metabolism, Revolving Killer, Finesse Level: 2 Bucket-Town Reputation: -10 Equipment Weaponry:Pre-War Muzzleloader, Gunslinger's Tragedy, Sharon Eversharp (Good Condition), Cherry Bombs x4 Armor: Motorcycle Jacket worn over Packrat's Clothing Inventory x2 Crispy Chips, x1 Water Canteen Looks tall, around 6'5", and has an slim, semi-athletic build. His eyes are a hazel-green color. His hair is shaggy in length and reddish-brown in color, with Mutton Chop style sideburns. | |
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