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Not sure if I'm doing this right, but I hope so. 16 months have passed since the lone wanderer completed his quest. The Capital Wasteland is slowly starting to recover from 200 years of desolation, clean water is readily available, and plants are already thriving around Oasis, and is...

(Sorry for the double-post.) Dayton opened his eyes and sighed. The door to the bunker opened and Dayton stepped out. He looked around, people chattering about something, but not the way they would if there was a swarm of ferals running toward their home. He walked to a man and tapped...

(I'm bringing in a new character, template at end of post.) BOS Bunker, The Den. The door to the science lab shut as Paladin Novus entered. A scribe looked to him, "Why Paladin Novus, what brings you here." "Steel Pride. Status report." "We've only achieved getting the voice module...

(My apologies for the breifness of this post. I was just bored.) The duffel bag fell and the AK-47 clicked as it was switched from safe to semi-auto, "Let's see if I'm as good as I used to be." He pressed the stock of the rifle to his shoulder, looking down over the crowd. He aimed his...

The Den "I swear to god, he fucking grew wings and flew off!" "Don't be telling us this bullshit, we have more important things to do!" The truck had been completely emptied of its weapons and ammunition, taken by anyone who could use a weapon. A red drop fell onto the head of a child...

18 miles north of The Den. The truck stalled, then slowed to a stop. The solider in the passenger seat looked around. "What happened?" James flipped a switch then opened the drivers door and stepped out. "Main tank ran empty. I'm transferring fuel from the reserve tank." "How long will...

24 miles north of The Den The slide of the Beretta M9 kicked back, but refused to return forward. The soldier reached to his side for another mag, then yelled, "I'm out!" Another solider yelled as his arm swung towards the horde, "Frag out!" The grenade slowed the horde a small amount...

James was wearing his suit in full, wearing his gloves, his arms folded. He slowly unfolded his arms and reached into his suit and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one of the cigarettes and took a long drag. He then looked directly at the soldier, which was shaking slightly. James...

James walked toward the man that was being interrogated, holding one of the black IMI AK-47s. This one had a GP-25 grenade launcher mounted in front of the magazine, and had a scope mounted on the top of the chamber of the weapon. James as usual was unclad above his waist, save his glasses...

James scanned the 7 men before him, brandishing shotguns and assault rifles. James reached into his pocket, making all the men ready their firearms even more. James pulled out a silver and red pack of cigarettes and his lighter, lit one of the short cigarettes, then replaced both objects back...

James wiped the sweat off his forehead, then stepped back, looking at the other five men. "Nice work. This should keep them out...Long enough." James turned and walked to the truck, while the other men looked at eachother questioning the "Long enough" part of James' sentence. James disconnected...

"Alright men, on three. One...Two...Three..." James and five other men lifted up one of the gutted cars from the junk yard. "A little bit more..." The car was then placed atop two others, now half of the 9 foot tall wall finished. "Alright, take 10 then we'll get some more." The men...

James smirked, reaching into the back of the truck. "I got a new toy. Not for sale, but you might like it." James pulled out a metal case, 3.5 by 2 by 1.5 feet, then set it on the ground. He opened it up, then withdrew the contents. A minigun. 12 barrels in two seperate rings of 6, with 3...

James looked at the group that just emerged from the plane. James lowered his gun then slipped in back into his waistband, looking to Gabe, "Wassup cousin?" He smirked then walked to the back of the truck, which was facing the plane. "Well, I brought pretty much everything I could fit...

James opened his eyes slowly, then looked over at the man that just addressed him. James closed his eyes agian and put his head straight. "Wassup kid." He then sat up as the rays of sun hitting him was blocked out. He looked up at the aerial vehicle making it's descent toward his vehicle...

James lied on the roof of his vehicle, not wearing anything above his waist, save his glasses. His dress shirt was under him, preventing the black heat-absorbing paint from burning him. He opened his eyes slowly, and watched the smoke emit from his mouth. He rubbed his head then spoke, "It's...

The man now known throughout the small town as Xanaville exited the pub. It had only been an hour and a half, but night was already starting to fall on the city. He had some sleep to catch, after being awake almost for three days straight, preparing for the trip from the ruins of the city he...

The vehicle emerged from the hot wastes, into the small shanty town known as "The Den." The vehicle itself was quite old, maybe even to the extent to call it acient. It was from a forgotten time, when the world was still thriving every day towards medical, electric, mechanical, and...

So yeah. I'm just saying what's up and all that. I was referred by Stompie. Or whoever Cory is. You can look up my char in the char boards and all that, and get back to me if you want to, anything you don't like I can change. Except for aesthetics of the character. Because I'm willing to bet...

Name: James Xanaville Fraust Age:26 Birthplace: Unknown Height: 6'2 Weight:192 Hair Colour: Silver Eye Colour: Red Ethnicity: Albino Occupation: Antique Arms Dealer Clothing: Black suit, red tie, black leather gloves, black fedora, frameless glasses. Background:Not much is known...