☢ 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚝 ─ open, accepting

[bigwig.]

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𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐊𝐘

The year is 2287 - a little over 210 years since the Great War which plunged the world into nuclear fire. over time, however, survivors from the pre-war Vaults emerged and began to repopulate the Wasteland. struggling settlements and clashing factions now litter the wastes as humanity continues to eke out an existence against all odds. but life isn't easy out here, of course - there are raiders, mutants, and all kinds of deadly creatures roaming the wastes. here in the Commonwealth, there is also the shadowy Institute and their mysterious plot to replace people with synths, artificial simulacra of humans. in that sense, nowhere is safe - not even Diamond City, the 'Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth'.

[bigwig.]

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one. forms and ooc should go on the discussion thread. two. this rp is based primarily on the setting of fallout 4; at
at least some knowledge of the setting is required. three. canon characters are available to be played as well as o-
cs. if you would like to reserve a specific character, please pm me or post on the discussion thread four. non-human
characters, such as ghouls, super mutants, synths, or robots are allowed. pets and animal characters are also allow-
ed, within reason. five. you may use realistic faceclaims, game screenshots, (your own) art as refs for your charact-
ers, but please no anime characters as faceclaims or anything like that. six. signatures disabled on the main thread
please seven. there is no hard limit on the number of characters you may have, as long as you feel you can handle
them. eight. similarly, there is no set minimum post length, but it's generally preferred if you write more than just
a sentence or two.

[bigwig.]

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𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐊𝐘

──played by bigwig.
☢ caius shiloh - he/him - human - drifter
☢ lucretia - she/her - human - drifter
☢ bella beaumont - she/her - human(?) - BoS paladin
☢ ginger - she/her - human - raider

──played by Spiritstar3
☢ samantha haskins - she/her - human - drifter
☢ adam froste - he/him - human - drifter

──played by InfectedHau
☢ X3-73 "xena" - she/her - synth - rogue courser



──played by друг
☢ john heuler - he/him - human - diamond city security
☢ isengrim hauswirth - he/him - synth - railroad member
☢ terach - he/him - human - mercenary

──played by Consulting_Angel
☢ morgan "greaseball" knott - she/her - human - forged raider
☢ blaise essome - he/him - human - covenant settler

( footnote: a more complex system of organizing characters by their settlement or faction may be implemented in the future, if the number of characters becomes large enough. )

[bigwig.]

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the Commonwealth wasteland encompasses the area in and around what used to be Boston, Massachusetts, which includes the ruins of Salem to the northeast and Concord to the northwest. in-between the remnants of towns are expanses of barren wasteland, dotted with small, struggling settlements. many of these smaller settlements were once protected by the Minutemen, but to say the group has fallen on hard times would be an understatement.

Diamond City: known as the 'Great Green Jewel of the Commonwealth', Diamond City is one of the largest and most well-protected settlements in the area. it exists inside what used to be a baseball stadium towards the west of the greater Boston ruins.

Goodneighbor: a smaller settlement further east in the Boston ruins, Goodneighbor is a haven for those who are unwelcome in places like Diamond City. however, despite its name, not all of its residents are exactly neighborly.

The Glowing Sea: despite its name, the 'Glowing Sea' is not a sea at all, but a heavily irradiated 'dead zone' around the site where a nuclear bomb hit more than 200 years ago. it exists in the southwest area of the Commonwealth and is considered a highly dangerous area.

The Prydwen: the Brotherhood of Steel operates out of this massive airship docked near the former Boston airport. the Brotherhood's appearance in the Commonwealth comes as the threat of the Institute seems to be looming larger and larger.

The Institute: the headquarters of this mysterious organization remain unknown (and inaccessible) to outsiders. the ruins of the actual Cambridge Institute of Technology appear to be more or less empty, further confounding the Institute's foes.

[bigwig.]

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this section will host updates on the status of the rp as well as info on any major plot points. for now, the plot is mostly open-ended. i may also create a small discord server for this rp if there is particular interest towards that.


𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒
9 Jan - this rp is officially open! please submit forms on the discussion thread.

[bigwig.]

𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐇
☢ ✧ he/him ✧ drifter ✧ location: campsite, northern commonwealth wasteland ✧ tags: lucretia, open
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Another dreary morning in the Commonwealth. At least it wasn't raining this time.

Shiloh decidedly did not like the weather here. He didn't particularly enjoy wearing heavy clothing or armor, but he'd had to start wearing a thick coat and long pants eventually, as it was simply too cold up here. That was not to mention the radioactive thunderstorms that came blowing in from the south. The way those thick, murky green clouds roiled across the sky, the sickly petrichor smell that came afterwards… all things more or less completely alien to him.

Shiloh picked his way downhill, towards where he and Lucretia had made camp the previous night, sheltered by a ridge and some stunted shrubs. They would sleep indoors when they could find a safe spot to do so, but Shiloh didn't really like sleeping inside, particularly in empty pre-war ruins. That was all well and good when you lived somewhere it never rained, but not around these parts. Shiloh was also a habitually early riser, and he often woke up before Lucretia, but he didn't like to let that time go to waste. Usually, he would take the opportunity to scout the way ahead a little bit. Rufus always came with him; the hound would follow him anywhere. This time, he'd gone back uphill to get a good vantage point and scan the horizon. On the way, he'd happened across a wild mutfruit bush. Two of the lumpy purplish fruits had been ripe enough to pick - or as ripe as mutfruit ever got, really. It seemed these hardy little mutated fruits were found from coast to coast, and they tasted pretty similar no matter where you went.

Maybe one would serve well as a peace offering; he and Lucretia had had a somewhat unpleasant conversation last night. The two of them had been on the road for months now, following the guidance of a battered, water-stained old pre-war book called 'Road Atlas'. A strange title. Shiloh thought that ‘Atlas’ sounded rather like someone's name. Well, whoever this Atlas guy was, he must have been pretty important to get a whole book named after him. The road atlas had been an invaluable companion on this long and arduous journey of theirs; it had maps of just about every place you could think of, from California to the Capital. It wasn't in the best condition, naturally; its plastic spiral binding was just about the only thing that had held it together all these years. But, even with a few pages missing, it had been more than enough to get Shiloh and Lucretia all the way here.

And 'here' was…somewhere near 'Boston'. They'd passed a place called 'Concord' the other day, but had run into a couple of raiders on the outskirts and decided it was best to avoid the city altogether after that. According to the maps, they were getting close to the Atlantic Ocean. Shiloh had never seen the ocean, and he thought he might want to go take a look at it, at least once, before he went back home.

Back home. Right. Originally, he had only agreed he would help get Lucretia ‘somewhere safe’. He hadn't really been planning on going all the way across a continent with her. He could've left a long time ago, of course, but he'd promised he would get her to safety, and he didn't want to leave until he felt like he had accomplished as much. It wasn't that he doubted Lucretia could handle herself out here or anything - quite the contrary. It was more a matter of principle.

But that was where that aforementioned 'unpleasant conversation' had come in. Shiloh could recall once asking her, "Where will you go?", to which Lucretia had replied, "As far away as I can get." Well, now they were just about as far away as they could get. The two of them could keep heading further north, but at this point it didn't really seem like it would make much of a difference. So, last night, Shiloh had brought that up. It seemed to make Lucretia angry for some reason. Well, actually, he was pretty sure the reason was that she didn't actually want him to go home, but she had refrained from saying as much. Ultimately, though, she had agreed that they should try to find a settlement of some sort soon. Once they found somewhere for her to stay, then Shiloh could leave. If he still wanted to.

Lucretia was awake when Shiloh got back. She was smoking a cigarette - something she was generally courteous enough to do when Shiloh wasn't there. She knew he hated the smell of cigarettes. He approached, sinking his heels in to help keep himself from slipping downhill, and pulled a mutfruit out of his pocket. "I found some mutfruit." He said, extending one towards her as a sort of olive branch. "Want one?"

Lucretia took it from him. Shiloh stood next to her, gazing in the direction he'd been surveying earlier. Rufus sat at his heel, ears pricked forward and alert for any sign of danger. "You think we should head towards the city?" He asked. "It's south of here." Shiloh didn't really like cities. They made him nervous. But it seemed that other people disagreed - there were sometimes population centers of some sort in the ruins of big cities, and there might be one here.

[bigwig.]

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐀
☢ ✧ she/her ✧ drifter ✧ location: campsite, northern commonwealth wasteland ✧ tags: shiloh, open
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Life on the road suited Lucretia. These past two months or so hadn't been that bad at all: her wiry black hair was growing down over the back of her neck, her shooting reflexes were sharper than ever, and the feeling of the wind in her face as she strode down a broken highway was the purest rush she'd ever felt. Plus, it had to have been more than a decade since she'd had a cigarette.

Freedom was the sweetest fruit of all - so why was there a bitter taste in her mouth?

It wasn't just the flavor of the ancient cigarette she was smoking. It was the aftertaste of sour words she had spoken; it was a cocktail of memories, some old and some new, but none of them particularly tasty. A conversation she had been dreading for a long time had surfaced last night, around a campfire that was now nothing more than a cauldron of ashes.

Shiloh still wanted to go home. Well, ultimately, it didn't matter. His life was his own. So why did she still feel that stab of bitterness in her heart every time she thought about Shiloh going back home? Perhaps she had hoped, somewhere deep down inside, that she could have convinced him to stay with her. Didn't he want to be free? There was so much more to life than what he'd known. By the same token, though, she could see how their long, often rough journey may not have given him the best impression of life 'on the outside'. Maybe, when they found a settlement, he would see how real people lived - free to do whatever they pleased, to come and go as they saw fit, to be whoever they wanted - and he would decide it wasn't so bad after all. Either that, or it would only reinforce his negative perceptions of the outside world and make him want to go back even more.

There was an old saying from the pre-war days: "Better the devil you know than the devil you don't." Lucretia couldn't remember where she'd heard it, but she understood the idea.

Breaking Lucretia from her brooding was Shiloh, coming back from what had likely been a short scouting excursion. When she'd awoken to find him gone, she'd wondered for a moment if maybe he'd just up and left. But she wasn't surprised at all that that wasn't the case; the boy was too loyal for his own good. He offered her a wild mutfruit with a small smile on his face. She accepted the mutfruit, and the implicit apology that came with it.

She chewed on it thoughtfully for a few moments, mulling over his question. "Sounds like as good a plan as any." She said. The road atlas they'd picked up had been useful - to a point. The issue with it lay in that faded '2077' on the corner of the cover: it wasn't exactly up-to-date. It showed things how they used to be, way back before the war - but a lot had happened in that time. The cities that dotted the atlas' faded maps were all now in similar states of ruin, and it was impossible to tell from these 200-years-out-of-date guides where exactly human settlements existed now. They had passed by a few struggling little farmsteads out in the middle of nowhere, but Lucretia had no intention of settling down in some dingy roadside shack. She knew all too well what happened to humble little settlements like that.

Heading for the city was a bit of a risk. It was likely there were plenty of raiders, mutants, and who-knows-what-else crawling around there; they'd already seen an example in Concord. Maybe on the way to Boston they'd run into a wandering trader or someone who could point them in the direction of a settlement. "Let's hit the road, kid." Lucretia grunted, standing up and snuffing out the remains of her cigarette in the dirt. With that, the two of them rolled up their bedrolls and struck out south by southwest towards the crumbling ruins of Boston.

[InfectedHau]

X3-74 "Xena"||Synth||Rogue Courser|| Location: Railroad tracks, southern Boston||Tagged: Open

It had been a long few months. First, the trek out of the Capital Wasteland, dodging Brotherhood patrols all the way. Not that she expected them to know what she was, but she was still wearing the armor of their sworn enemies. Thankfully, she managed to extract herself without incident, though if that massive airship was any indication they'd gone ahead and followed her anyways.

Then, the miles of barely inhabited land, scavenging what supplies she could. She didn't need food or water, thank god, but her armor needed fusion cores, and her weapons needed ammo. Still, she managed well enough, even if she had to shoot some people who didn't necessarily deserve it. Unfortunate, but it was her or them.

Finally, the Glowing Sea. Arguably the easiest part, between her armor and her synthetic flesh the radiation didn't really bother her, and the lack of people meant there was still plenty of stuff left for her to pick over. Ironic that, for anyone else this would easily be the hardest part. Except for the Brotherhood, apparently, they could just fly over it. A growl rose in Xena's throat, and she kicked a rock in frustration. Bet they didn't have to scrape ruins for their fusion cores, either.

Really though, the hardest part lay ahead. She'd made it back, sure, but now she had to figure out how actually take the Institute down, and not get recalled in the process. She couldn't do it on her own, so she'd need allies, and she'd need to find those allies without tipping off her friends downstairs. More than that, she needed supplies, the journey up here had run through most of her fusion cores. Which was why she was heading to Diamond City.

The wooden railroad ties creaked and splintered under Xena's massive metal boots as she made her way down the track, eyes flicking from the horizon to the map in the corner of her vision. One hand hung at her side, the pistol on her hip within easy reach, while the other held the strap that secured her Tesla Cannon to her back. It was a good first stop, she reasoned, both to resupply and get information. There'd be plenty of people sick of the wild Gen 1s and 2s to want to do something about it, not to mention the Railroad. They'd be a bit harder to find, but they'd kill for the intel she had.

[bigwig.]

𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑
☢ ✧ she/her ✧ raider ✧ location: raider camp, western boston ruins ✧ tags: open
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Breakfast time in the Commonwealth wasteland. This morning, Ginger was dining like a queen - which actually meant she was eating Cram out of the tin with a knife. She didn't exactly keep a fork around - or a plate, for that matter - so this was the best way she'd found of eating canned foods. The chewy processed meat was excessively salty, lightly irradiated, and smelled awful.

It was one of her favorites. Honestly, most of these old pre-war foods didn't even taste that bad. Must've been loaded up with all kinds of preservatives to stay this edible after, what, 200 years or so? But still, she'd take a can of pork and beans and a Nuka-Cola over eating radroach meat any day.

The smell of cram had attracted her faithful companion, Mutt, who was now standing right beside her on the lookout post and drooling from his silly oversized mouth. Super mutants were plenty intimidating, but there was something about a dog with such a huge head and over-built upper body that was just downright goofy looking. Well, when it wasn't trying to kill you, at least. Ginger had equipped Mutt with a dog collar made from an old chain and a stained skull-pattern bandana - the latter of which scarcely fit around his massive neck. Still, it served to help distinguish him from your old run-of-the-mill mutant hound.

He was still begging. Not surprising; Mutt was an even more voracious eater than Ginger herself. He ate nearly twice as much as the other guard dogs. Could probably eat a whole brahmin and still have room for more. Must've been a mutant thing. Thankfully, though, he wasn't exactly a picky eater - and even the most radioactive food out there wouldn't bother him, 'cause he was a mutant! She finally caved in and flicked him a bit of the old processed meat, which disappeared instantly into his massive maw. Probably didn't even taste it, the little glutton.

Ginger had always had a soft spot for dogs - even the scrawny, semi-feral wasteland mongrels that lurked around old campsites looking for food. They were wily, but could be befriended. That was how they'd ended up with two of them guarding this little outpost here in the Boston ruins. There was also Mutt, of course, but he was Ginger's and hers alone - unlike Sugar and Spice, who were more communal animals. Everybody knew better than to lay a finger on either of them, though. Ginger would lay anyone out flat who tried to hurt one of her dear babies.

Mutt licked his lips, still staring at her can of cram. Ginger rolled her eyes. "I'll go grab you something from the stash in a minute, okay?" She muttered, with her mouth half-full. Then, much to Ginger's surprise, Mutt's attention was torn away. The mutant hound's tiny ears pricked forward, and he growled low in his throat.

Oh? Some action? Whatever Mutt had caught wind of, he didn't like the sound of it. Ginger put aside the remains of her cram and lifted up her minigun. Time to see what was going on.

Ginger stepped off the lookout post and exited through the door in the junk wall that surrounded her makeshift raider base. Mutt followed her, sniffing the air with another little growl. There had to be something nearby, whether it be man or beast. Hopefully an easy target, and not something like mutants or a rival raider gang. Ginger didn't really feel like getting into that serious of a fight this early in the day. Nevertheless, she still trudged out of the alleyway and into the street, looking for whatever it was that was bothering Mutt.

[bigwig.]

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓
☢ ✧ she/her ✧ BoS Paladin ✧ location: railroad tracks, southern boston ✧ tags: xena
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It had been a somewhat frustrating time in the Commonwealth thus far. The Brotherhood hadn't been here all too long, admittedly, but it seemed they had made very little progress in their new crusade against the Institute. They had not learned much about their target, nor had they really gotten tangibly closer to stopping them.

Bella had kept busy enough in the meantime, but the Institute was still on her mind. Scouting out the Commonwealth and whatnot was all well and good, but didn't feel particularly productive. Nevertheless, she stayed in line. It wasn't like she had any grand ideas about what to do herself; she was just as much in the dark as everyone else.

So, for now, this was more or less all there was to do. That, and blasting super mutants, but that was far from an enlightening pursuit. Some squads had been going out a bit further, but they were advised to minimize interaction with Commonwealth civilians as much as possible. There was no telling which ones were synths, after all. Bella understood the reasoning, though in her own head she thought there might be at least a bit they could learn from talking to people. A better plan than sitting around waiting for the Institute to come and get them, at least.

Bella had broken off quite a ways from her squadron - much further than she usually went. Any squads out in the Commonwealth were also instructed to give a fairly wide berth to Diamond City - or any other large settlement, for that matter - and Bella was likely approaching as close as she should get, going by what her power armor was showing her.

She was paying more attention to the compass and gauges on the inside of her helmet than her surroundings. As a consequence, she did not initially notice the large figure tromping down the nearby train tracks. Until she heard heavy footsteps splintering the old wood. Someone in power armor - but not Brotherhood. And from the looks of it, not just a lucky wastelander, either.

The near-black exterior of the armor was unmistakable, even at a distance. Enclave? Here in the Commonwealth?

Bella's finger instinctively curled around the trigger of her gauss rifle. She hadn't seen any Enclave remnants in a while. They seemed to have scattered like radroaches after Raven Rock, but everyone knew better than to assume they were gone for good, even after ten years.

She lifted and leveled the gauss rifle, ready to fire at the figure trudging down the tracks. But she hesitated. Something was off here. What was a single Enclave soldier doing out here on their own, and without a helmet nonetheless? Well, Bella supposed it was similarly odd to see a single Brotherhood soldier alone in the wastes; maybe this loner was just scouting ahead, or the rest of their unit had been killed. And maybe their helmet was just broken.

Either way, Bella couldn't simply just let them go. She still had an odd feeling about this, though, despite all her rationalizations. Maybe it was a trap. That large weapon slung over their shoulder was most certainly a tesla cannon, the likes of which the Brotherhood had used to down vertibirds. Not only did Bella certainly not want to be on the receiving end of one of those blasts, but it was big risk if an actual Enclave operative had a weapon like that; they could easily use it to down a Brotherhood vertibird, if they were in range.

All logic told her to shoot first, ask questions later - even if her unit wasn't with her. But her gut still told her there was something wrong here. Against her better judgement, the Paladin stomped forward, making herself known (if she wasn't already), still with her gauss rifle pointed at her target's less-protected head. "You," She called out, her helmet distorting her voice. "You have ten seconds to explain yourself. I'm counting."

It was a huge risk. If they were Enclave, they wouldn't take her up on that offer; they would just start firing. But if they weren't...