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| gunmun | Nov 14 2010, 07:08 AM Post #16 |
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As he and Michael entered the sheriff's office, Zach looked around the room. Like everything now a days, any form of elegance that the room might of had is lost due to a mixture of time and split atoms. Zach listened to Michael's conversation with the old man, making mental notes on who's who. "Yes" Zach said with a nod to Micheal then turned to Haigan "I'm looking for cretain bandit leader that's responsible for putting me though hell. "Last time I cheaked he was going by the name of Arnold Ludgren and hiding somewhere in the south. Seeing as this looks like prime target for bandits I'm wondering if you have any informationon him" Zach asked with both adult coldness and child-like hope in his voice |
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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 27 2010, 09:26 AM Post #17 |
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Psychotic Biker
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"Ludgren, Ludgren..." Haigan said, thumbing through a drawer containing various files and reports on the many bandits roaming the wastes. "Ah, got one. Seems the man you're lookin' for joined up with them Confed'rate boys holed up just a day's march west of us. He looks to be in charge of 'em" Haigan said, looking the boy over, taking in the various bloodstains and other wear and tear that he had garnered from the wasteland. "Anyways, I'll give you a copy of his wanted poster, the guy does have a sizeable bounty on himself. Need anything else?" Haigan asked, raising an eyebrow. Meanwhile, Michael had entered General Tiberius' office, slammed the door with a swift backwards kick. Tiberius turned, smiling. "I wasn't expecting you, old friend." he said, teeth showing in his semi-arrogant smile. "My sentiments exactly, sir." Michael said, half-saluting the General in an almost sarcastic manner. Smiling back at Tiberius, Michael got down to business. "Tiber, I need your help." Michael said, noting the General's smile get even wider. "Anything for an old friend. What do you need." Tiberius said, opening his arms in an archaic gesture of friendship. The aged General's smile was still large and bright, deceptively lively for his age. Michael smirked, a low chuckle escaping him when he heard the General's offer. "You're gonna love this, Tiberius. I need you to help me kill an entire Confederate raiding party." Michael said, looking out the window. Noticing the smoke rising on the horizon, Michael's smirk disappeared. "Probably the same raiding party that's giving y'all trouble." Michael mentally slapped himself for actually saying "y'all", evidincing his hillbilly heritage. Tiberius' countenance suddenly changed from a happy, jovial one to a serious, somber, and even aggravated expression. "Consider it done. We mount a counter-offensive tomorrow morning. Anything you need, you'll get. Just be sure you give it back." Tiberius said, his voice raised due to his elevated stress level. Michael nodded, and the headed for the door. As he left, Michael called back to Tiberius. "They killed Bill, just so you know." |
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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 | Dec 3 2010, 11:39 AM Post #18 |
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Zach smilied, overjoyed at finally getting the location of the man. Soon he'd have his revenge. He noticed that Haigan was looking him over "Thanks and since you asked, I could use a new pair of clothes and maybe some better weapons, this shotgun and my shivs have seved me well against the little critters and small raider patrols but I know they'll only get me killed in a full on attack. Also how clean is the water here? It's been a week since I was out in the rain" |
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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 | Dec 5 2010, 06:33 PM Post #19 |
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Psychotic Biker
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"Water's as clean as anywhere else. It won't kill ya, but it'll get ya clean enough. As for clothes, here's a voucheer that'll get you a little something from the bazaar. Don't push it though, the merchants 'round here'll sell ya your own piss for fiv hides if you ain't careful." Haigan said, sliding a clothing voucher and a couple of hides across the desk. "Spend it wisely kid, lest you wind up part of th rotting tide shoring up on Skyline." Michael sigheed as th elvator took him down to ground level, praetorians still watching him nervously, as if they expected him to suddenly transform into some kind of man-eating monster. When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Michael narly threw himself out of the elevator and into an onoming group of citizens. Annoyed, Michael made his way back to Haigan's office, hoping to catch Zach before he disappeared into the bazaar. Marching into thee office with an air of vindictiv confidence, Michael told Haigan that he had his support. The attack would take place in two days at dawn. He saw Haigan smile, a vengeant laugh escaping his lips as he thought of finally putting an end to th Confederates at that bloodied wast of a camp. All they had to do now was wait. |
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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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