Mojave Hellhole

ViewedCloth

ViewedCloth

Still Mildly Glowing
(OOC: August 2, 2011: Time to make a better intro)

Its been 2 years after the NCR crushed the Legion at Hoover Dam, the lucky 38 is now the Republic's government building, the White gloves and Omertas are under constant supervision. Freeside and various other outer Vegas communities are no longer independent and being controlled by the NCR, there are reports of small resistance groups who oppose NCR rule. The Fiends have been rounded up to their small fort in Vault 3.

The BOS still patrols the I-15 and highway 95 though the situation is getting tense as things heat up in the west. The Jackals and Vipers as weak as they are, still seem to be a problem for travelers and caravans.

The NCR are planning to invade Legion territory, but they don't know how the Legion's defeat fuelled their hate towards the Bear, and how much stronger they had gotten after those two years, Legate Lanius swears that if their backs are against the wall and there's no way out, there won't be a NCR left.
 
First of all introduce your character (e.g. age, name, appearance etc.)
and carry on from there.
I'll start it off:

Name: Robert "The Dagger" Dillon
Age: Believed to be between 20-28
Gender: Male
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Family: Deceased
Nationality: Of English descent

Physical Appearance:

Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Short dark hair
Height: Approximately 2m
Race: Caucasian

Clothing:

Dark brown duster coat
Black Kevlar vest
Light brown combat trousers (with knee pads)
Black combat boots
Equipment belt (for holding stims and ammo)
Dark brown cowboy hat (to top off the 'badass' look)

Weapons:

A pristine condition scoped Kar98k "That glint in the distance, last thing you'll see"

Dual JTL-E .500 S&W Magnum 12's "I point this at your head and pull the trigger- your brain'll have some nice fresh air"

The "Warrior" knife "The serrations on the inner edge were designed with one thing in mind–beheading"

Silenced 12.7mm pistol "This thing will leave a mark, and by that I mean it will kill you"

Misc:

A pack of cigarettes
An engraved cigarette lighter

Bio:

Grew up in a small town called 'Shade ville', when he was 16 a gang of raiders attacked the settlement and slaughtered most of the populace. The survivors of the attack were brought back to the camp where they were either raped, tortured or both. Robert was tortured for 5 days until his captor got close enough for him to tear his throat out (with his teeth), and used the raider's knife to cut away the rope from his bound hands and escaped the camp. After this ordeal Robert had numerous scars all over his body and suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, he see's all who takes innocent lives as human garbage and believes he must eliminate them. Years later he works as a bounty hunter making the unjust feel his wrath.

Personality:

Calm in most situations with a British accent which hints he is of English descent, kind and helpful though he struggles with interaction with people after the 'incident', likes to be quiet and stealthy not the center of attention. Hates cockiness "When you're cocky, you relax- lose focus, when you lose focus you die"




Alright now the story:

Robert walked into the strip now only armed with his 12.7mm and his knife, he left his other weapons back in Freeside in an abandoned building with a frag mine in the door way just to be sure. Besides he didn't trust Casino's with his weapons, in fact he trusted no one with his weapons, he slowly walked to over to Gomorrah and let the guards search him though they didn't see the pistol in his vest and the knife in his shoe. He searched his pocket and got out a photograph it was of a woman- tonight she would die....
 
Robert walked through the lobby of Gomorrah looking for her, something told him she'd be in the court yard. He made his way through the whorehouse earning a few glares from the thugs, he pushed the doors open to the court yard. And there she was standing 100 meters or so away from him, staring- it was as if she was waiting for him, Robert could see the beads of sweat forming on her forehead, she was scared shitless he could sense it. He could kill her now but that would obviously draw the attention of the whole damn casino or even the whole strip, Robert began to advance pulling the knife from his shoe- the woman didn't do anything she was likely paralyzed in fear. When he only got a few paces away did she start sobbing uncontrollably and begging for her life "I don't want to die!, please!"
Robert laughed if he had cap for every time someone said that,
"Oh, I'm sorry lass, I'm afraid I can't let that happen"......
 
Name: Dominic Royce
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Occupation: Drifter, Gambler
Family: Parents (deceased), 1 brother (NCR trooper, MIA)
Nationality: Unknown

Appearance

Eye Colour: Light Brown
Hair: Shaggy dark brown
Height: 6'1"
Race: Caucasian

Clothing

Dusty grey T-shirt
A pair of mirrored sunglasses
Worn blue-jeans
Old weather-beaten black work boots
A belt with a canteen and various ammo strapped on it

Weapons

An old .44 Magnum revolver With XR imprinted on its barrel
A scoped hunting rifle seemingly held together with duct tape
A large combat knife

Misc

two old photos
An NCR dog tag

Bio

Born to a small family in the NCR, Dominic grew close to his brother Xavier, but didn't feel his need to serve in the military and decided to stay back and help out on the ranch. One fateful, day Dominic's parents were killed in a fire that ingulfed their ranch. Dominic barely survived and still carries the scars. In a cruel twist of bad luck, Dominic's brother Xavier was reported MIA after a Legion attack on his camp. Dominic still carries his brother's photo, revolver, and dog tag with him, hoping that one day he will find him

Personality

Dominic lives by the philosophy that if it can't be solved by a bullet, it can't be solved. He has suicidal tendencies brought on by his family's murder, sometimes taking on raider camps with his hunting rifle. He has no conscience and will kill anyone insults him. His only respect is given to the NCR, who he thinks are the only hope for humanity.


Dominic stumbled out of a small burned tent wondering what he had just heard, he then saw the scene, a man with a serrated knife holding it to a frightened woman. He knew that this woman was going to die and no one would give a shit, in a raspy voice he called to the man "What are you waiting for. Slit that bitches throat." In some way he liked seeing people die, it always brought a smile to his face. Was he a sick twisted bastard? No he just loved to see how people claim to be civilized, but only care if they're the ones facing the blade.
 
Rob smiled at the unknown man, luckily everyone else was down at the other end of the courtyard. Instead Rob drew the silenced 12.7mm hidden in his vest and aimed it at the lady by now she was curled up into a ball rocking back and forth, 'thump' 'thump' 'thump', three rounds were emptied cleanly into her skull just like his victims before her. The unknown man watched in awe while Rob drew his knife and proceeded to slice of the lady's tattooed hand, once done he slid the hand into his pocket turned back to the man and said "Good day to you sir" In a cheery tone and walked away before the man could even answer, Rob could have swore the man turned a shade of green. The only things on his mind now was collecting that bounty.
 
Dominic stared at the woman's corpse, and that sense of satisfaction was back. The man's direct I'll give him that. He walked back into the brothel, ordered a couple of shots of whiskey and waited for the shocking discovery of the woman's mangled carcass. He took out the burned picture of his family, what have I become, a cold heartless fuck-head that's what you've become, what would your family think. Once more he contemplated ending it all, but that's coward talk, and your parents didn't teach you to be a coward. No, this world is full of people like me. At the sharp shriek of discovery, he paid his tab and made his way to the exit and onto the crowded walkways of The Strip.
 
Rob lit a cigarette while walking to Freeside, he never liked to drink as it fucked up your aim, he had fought raiders before and most of them were a mile away from even shooting him, the biggest disadvantage you can have in a battle is if you're drunk.

When he had gotten through the gate most of the vagrants there looked like they were ready to rob me, no point as the NCR was always close but patrol the strip more than they patrol Freeside, this place stinks like shit, wouldn't blame them. He walked towards the abandoned store where he left his weapons, big surprise his frag mine had been detonated along with a vagrant with missing legs. Rob collected his weapons eventually making it to the Atomic Wrangler and stepped inside.

And there was his client sitting at the closest table, "Is the bitch dead?" Rob pulled out the tattooed hand and slammed it on the table

"This good enough for you?"

"Holy Shit! Ye...y...yeah this is.... this is good"

"Just pay me my caps, I get the caps, you have an avenged wife, seems fair enough"

"Alright, alright here"

After his nervous client had paid him and left he grabbed the hand and threw it into the trash and watched the ghoul comedian, while doing this he ordered a bottle of whiskey to celebrate "One bottle couldn't hurt" And downed the alcoholic beverage. He thought about the strange man he had encountered at Gomorrah, he didn't scream or run away - interesting - tomorrow he would hit the casino's.
 
Dominic walked through the gate to Freeside. This place always brought a certain feeling to him, a feeling of how humanity is taking 1 step forward but 2 steps back. No one in the NCR cared about the poor, but they were still better than anarchy. He was making his way to the Wrangler when suddenly one of the muggers that inhabited Freeside held a knife to his throat. "That's a bad idea punk" muttered Dominic before plunging his combat knife into the mans torso. The thug withdrew the kitchen knife he had been holding to Dominic's throat and fell backwards, dead. On his body was 100 caps. As he figured his luck was improving he walked into the casino, and there was the man from the Gomorrah sitting at one of the tables...
 
Rob wasn't used to alcohol, he could get dizzy very easily, and there he was the man he met at Gomorrah "Just my luck" he muttered to himself. The man then ordered a bottle of whiskey and sat opposite him, Rob thought to himself was this a coincidence? Or had this man been following him? It quickly occurred to Rob that he was just being paranoid. Part of him was particularly interested in this man.

"So, what was up back there at Gomorrah?" the man asked interrupting Rob's chain of thought.

"Sir, what you saw was justice being done"...
 
Dominic asked again "Then I take it your a bounty hunter"

The man replied with a simple yes

Dominic thought about his brother and the NCR Major that denied reinforcements to his brother's camp. The Major was now retired and was living in a town called Primm.

"Then I have a job for you" Dominic stated taking out a small photo of the Major. "His name is Zach Weller, don't kill him, I want you to bring him to a small shack outside of Primm. I've maked his position on the back of this photo, you'll get 500 caps for this."
 
9:00 pm

Two jobs in one day! Maybe his luck was about to change, the man said that Rob shouldn't kill him, he thought about his options: either use his charismatic skills to lure him there or just knock him out and drag him there, he chose the latter.

10:45 am

The night before Rob was tasked with bringing a retired NCR Major to an abandoned shack outside Primm, he had left at approximately 12 midnight to avoid raiders. Once he arrived at Primm, he spotted him and noted down which house he lived in, tonight the 'Grim Reaper' would be coming for him.

10:07 pm

Rob had been waiting for this for almost 12 hours, now it was time to strike. He picked locked the door effortlessly and knocked on his bedroom door, and waited...

10:08:14 pm

The Major got up straight away as soon as he heard those knocks
he pulled out a 357. magnum from under his pillow

"I know you're there! Show your self or I'll blow your fucking brains out!"

The Major then kicked open the door baffled to find an empty room
but in the corner of his eye he saw something, Zach slowly turned his head left just to be face to face with a shadowy figure.

'SLAM!'

Rob had smashed the Major's head against the wall and he lost consciousness. Robert then tied his arms and legs up before finally gagging him, He then put him over one shoulder and carried him towards the shack.
 
Dominic saw the bounty hunter carry the Major into the shack, place him on the floor, and then asked him for payment

"A job well done deserves an extra bonus" Dominic said "If you wish you may stay and watch the questioning."

The bounty hunter decided to stay, he needed to see what importance this Major was to the man.

Dominic removed the gag from the Major and asked him

"6 years ago, you commanded several frontline outposts before the First Battle of Hoover Dam. One of those outposts, Outpost Charlie was denied reinforcements, one day later it was destroyed by the legion. The Legion captured 5 soldiers and made them into slaves, a week later you captured the Centurion that made the attack and learned the location of where the captured soldiers were taken to and several battle plans the Legate had given him. You gave the NCR the battle plans, but said nothing about the soldier's location. I need that location."

Zach glared at Dominic for 5 seconds before answering "Go fuck yourself. I'm not givi-" Dominic shut the Major's mouth and plunged his combat knife into the mans leg

Dominic spoke over the Major's screams "How does that feel, How about next time I cut out your eye"

The Major, being a coward blurted out "Alright alright, the settlement's name is Dolan Springs"

"See that wasn't to bad" Dominic calmly said. He then plunged the combat knife into his eye socket completely, The Majors screams were short but still satisfying.
 
Robert had received his payment after that, the man just stood there for a few moments breathing heavily. 'Dolan Springs' that name seemed so familiar yet so mysterious.

"We should get out of here" The man said with his bloodied combat knife in hand.

Rob did so without hesitation, "You do realize when NCR finds his body they're going to be extremely pissed"

"I'll be long gone before they find that piece of shit"

Rob chuckled to himself, he was growing to like this man.
 
Dominic ran the name of where his brother was through his mind endlessly, Dolan Springs, that's all he could think of.

Dominic and the bounty hunter walked silently back to The Major's house, he knew that the major kept a large amount of caps in a safe and after 30 minutes of searching the man found it. Inside was 5000 caps, Zach's retirement fund. They each got 2500 caps each.

"I guess your going to Dolan Springs" muttered the man

"It's the only chance I have to find him"
 
'Dolan Springs' that was the only thing that was running in their heads, Rob could have sworn he heard that somewhere even 25 hundred caps couldn't take his mind off it.

His face was in the dirt, hands bound together

"Get up you profligate!" A young Legionary screamed at him

"Fuck yo-"

He felt a crushing blow to the side of his head, then the world went dark.
 
Dominic stared at the bounty hunter 'Dolan Springs' must mean something to him as well. I suppose we all have our secrets.

Searching The Major's house further revealed a couple of frag grenades and several bottles of whiskey, both of which he stole. The man was still standing there in deep thought
 
Rob awoke to find himself in a pool of his own blood, his head ringing like hell

"This is the last time profligate!" The same Legionary still screaming at him

"For Christ's sake, give me a br- AAAARGH FUCK!" The soldier kicked him repeatedly in the ribs until Rob finally summoned the strength to stand up, the Legionary then grabbed him by the neck and threw him in line with rest of the other captives.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking they finally arrived, near to the camp he saw a faded out sign it read: 'Welcome to Dola....Dolan Springs? Another Legion raiding party appeared to be bringing back NCR soldiers, those guys wouldn't last long after going through Legion territory he knew that very well.

'One of those outposts, Outpost Charlie was denied reinforcements, one day later it was destroyed by the legion. The Legion captured 5 soldiers and made them into slaves'

Holy Shit....
 
"What happened at Dolan Springs" questioned Dominic.

"I..I don't remember much, but I remember being captured and brought to Dolan Springs. There I saw 5 captured NCR being brought there... I don't remember anything else"

Dominic thought about this, fate had brought them together somehow, and it had something planned. He suddenly said " My name's Dominic Royce. My brother's name is Xavier Royce, do you remember his name being mentioned ?"
 
"After that, I think I overheard the NCR soldiers talking about escape one of them sounded like 'Xavier' looking back on it, though I'm not completely sure"

"Looks like I'm headed to Dolan Springs then, it's the only chance I have at finding him"

"You might as well shoot yourself now if you're going, you don't stand a chance against a Legion slave camp especially with that weapon"

"I'm still going" Dominic said with a stern voice

"Not without some some help you are"....
 
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