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Offline BlueEyedBardTopic starter

Hello everyone, I hope you all are well and would be interested in a game taking place in the Fallout 4 setting but in another unrelated state nearby. Essentially the world looks pretty much the same but there is no reason to run into any cannon characters.

This game follows a small gang of misfit raiders known as the Red Hand Gang. The gang is made up of six basic archetypes that need to be filled with your characters. There is the leader (my character) and second in command, this character has the most already made back story in place because it is directly linked to my character but there will be more on that later. The doctor, is well versed, or well enough, on human anatomy basic first aid and medicines and chems. The gunner, is a warrior, a killer, ready to win any fights by any means necessary. The expert knows tech, has an affinity for lasers and knows more about pre war technology than the average person. The theif knows lock picking, pocket picking, sneaking and picks up on information that others don't. Then there is the slave, she was taken alive from a hostile caravan and is used for whatever any member of the gang may want, whether it's cleaning or testing out questionable chems, or fulfilling desires, or being pumped full of chems and then being used to fulfill dedires, she is their toy. Together they make their lives traveling from place to survive this charred wasteland they call home.

So these are the characters that need to be filled:

Leader: John "Diesel" morgan - BlueEyedBard
2nd: Dominique "Mo" Collins - WhatLiesAbove
Doctor: Ford 'Frankenstein' Baxter - Mathim
Gunner: Megan "Brink" Wayland
Expert:Volkner Kelly Gebhard - Logoff
Thief: The fourth member to join the Red Hand Gang.
Slave:

This is the rough character sheet that should be followed:

Name:
Appearance: picture/description (both preferred)
Biography: This should include how you met the other members of the gang and became a member.
Age:
Gender: I want to keep the ratio as close to even as we can.
Gear: this should be within reason, the larger your gun the less other equipment you can carry (think of how easy it is to be weighed down in the game)
Sexual Orientation: The world has come a long way over the years. Sexual Orientation is no longer a stigma, in fact people who go both ways are the most common in this world.
Likes: These can be as simple as lock picking or ad complex as as deep character decisions.
Dislikes: Ditto

Feel free to post interest on this thread and to bump if you want to keep it alive. If you want to submit a character sheet, please submit it to me and if you are accepted it will be posted on here and the position will be filled with your character.

Well if there is anything else I forgot I will either edit this posy or post it later. Anything else feel free to message me or post here.
« Last Edit: March 04, 2016, 12:42:48 PM by BlueEyedBard »

Offline BlueEyedBardTopic starter

Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #1 on: January 25, 2016, 12:35:33 AM »
Name: John "Diesel" Morgan
Appearance:
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John has dark hair and usually sports short full facial hair due to nothing but a knife to shave with. He stands about six feet tall and has a broad, muscular build.
Age: 28 as far as anyone could tell
Biography: John “Diesel” Morgan had lived with his mother and father on a small tarberry farm until he was twelve years old, when a band of supermutants attacked the small community. They burned down the few buildings that stood in spite of their rotting wood and many holes and cut down the similarly warn people that inhabited them. John watched with fear and anger in his eyes as one of the huge green monsters pummeled his father into a bloody mass in the dirt. John had attacked the brute, blinded with fury and armed with a nail filled baseball bat he had made with a friend earlier that year. But the attack proved futile as the mutant, laughing loudly, tore the bat from the boys hands and clubbed him across the head with it, then the world was black.

When John woke up he was in a cleared out office of an old abandoned car dealership where the supermutants had recently set up camp. The dealership was a few miles north of the farm where John had lived and they were aware that the creatures had made a settlement of the old building, but nobody expected them to be so aggressive so soon.

The room was dark and reeked of rotting flesh, much of which could still be seen on the floors and walls. The windows were boarded up and the sliding mechanical door was jimmied off its track and completely jammed but there was a large hole in the wall next to the door with a chain link fence covering it with a small fence door that was wrapped in chains with two large padlocks holding it shut very securely, all together making it an effective makeshift cage for the boy and his one other cell mate, a girl John did not recognize, probably from another nearby settlement. She looked maybe only a year or two younger than himself and was hugging her knees in the corner. She was clearly too terrified to do anything else.

John should have been too, he knew about supermutants and what they did to prisoners, eat them mainly. But he wasn't, he felt numb having lost everything he knew all at once. Inspecting the fence wall he noticed a flaw in one of the corners, it was not fully attached. He did his best to check down the hall for guards before he Bagan kicking the corner of the old metal fence.

Over and over he kicked it as slowly it began to curve out. Fortunately it was the middle of the night and the mutants were far too busy drinking, eating and sleeping off the long day of raids and human killing to notice the banging  coming from the second floor. Before long John had created an opening just large enough to crawl through.

When he was out he turned back to the girl and made a ‘come on’ motion with his hand. When she didn't budge he just turned away and left her. He couldn't really blame her, after all he was probably going to be killed before he could escape anyway. In fact escape wasn't on his mind, killing mutants was the only thing on his mind as he moved silently through the blood soaked hallway. Maneuvering around hanging bags of human body parts.

A small glint caught his eye in one of the nets. It was a .10mm handgun, still clipped to a torso that had long since stopped bleeding.  He slipped the weapon out of its holster and held it firm in his hands, like he had the power of vengeance in his palm. He didn't actually know if it was loaded, having never held a gun before, but it didn't matter this was the tool he would use to enact his revenge.

Filled with new found strength he quickly made his way to the first lit room, ready to die and take a few of those monsters with him. When he peeked into the room through the doorway he was stopped, it felt like his breath was stolen from his chest. There were two mutants inside, one was enjoying wild carnal relations with a headless female corpse and the other was affixing a woman's head to a pike. The beast was screwing the head on, twisting it until John was able to see his mother's lifeless eyes staring back at him.

The sight made him recoil, nearly vomit, and his eyes filled with tears. It was all he could do not to cry out. He tried as best he could to think of anything besides his mother's eyes. The only thing that came to him was the ceiling lights that were on in the room. Yes! The rooms lights were on, that means the buildings fusion core was still active. Suddenly John had an idea to kill more than just a few of the brutes.

John’s father hadn't been a farmer like the others that they lived with, he had been a top notch mechanic/tinkerer who kept all the pumps going and the crops watered. So he had taught John the basics of the way machines used power and where that power has to come from. That is why John snuck his way down into the cellar where the mutants kept their supply of arms, and where the fusion core was in place. John scrounged up a mini nuke and set it up with a makeshift timer so he would have time to escape.

But he didn't head straight to the exit. Instead he went back to the cage room where the girl was still huddled up in the corner. “come on…” he urged her quietly. But she didn't move until he reached his hands out to her, something about this gesture  made her reach out and take his hand and follow his lead out of the building.

Just as they were scrambling over a nearby hill the sound of an incredible explosion sent them flying fowards, the deafening noise was followed by an impressive mushroom cloud rising up from where the building had stood. John’s ears were still ringing as he got back to his feet, though he wasn't on them long before the end of a crowbar struck him across the face and sent him back to the ground.

The world was spinning as he tried to focus on the mutant who had killed his father and knocked him out last time they met, the mutant who had now just witnessed the rest of his clan get vaporized in the explosion before him. As the mutant raised the bar above his head to finish John off, letting out an angry yell, John realized that he had let go of the gun he had found sometime after the explosion and he was completely defenseless.

Just as he was waiting to be beat to a similar pulp as his father the lost gun rang out with several shots that were followed by explosions of blood from the mutants head, and the giant beast fell to the ground in a heap. Turning around John saw it had been the girl who had found the gun and open fire on the mutant. She was a good shot too. The first three shots hit him directly in the eye area. The other two hit him aquarium in the throat, probably because the monster was already reeling back as he was being shot.

After the dust had settled the girl attempted to hand the pistol back to John who just put his hand on top of hers, pushing the gesture away indicating she should keep the weapon. Instead turning to the mutant's body and finding a large machete and two more clips for the handgun they had.

Then, hand in hand once again, they began a journey into the Commonwealth. Armed with nothing more than each other and a desire to live. Today, if John had kept track of his age, he would be 28 and they led a small gang of fellow survivors known to the few who were able to meet them and survive as the Red Hand Gang.
Gender: Male
Gear: A sharpened machete, a short barreled assault rifle and metal body armor under the large trench coat that he wears.
Sexual Orientation: Undefined, is open to any kind of fun that his gang is taking part in but only has a deep connection with his 2nd in command.
Likes: Honesty, Loyalty, humor
Dislikes: Deception, Defying orders, supermutants
« Last Edit: February 10, 2016, 08:08:43 PM by BlueEyedBard »

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #2 on: January 25, 2016, 02:38:43 PM »
The game will start off just as the gang clears out a small building (gas station, book store, something along those lines) that had been infested with feral gouls, and begins to set it up as a new temporary base.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #3 on: January 26, 2016, 11:48:15 AM »
Registering tentative interest. Need to think about which role might fit me best for a bit.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #4 on: January 26, 2016, 01:34:16 PM »
Registering tentative interest. Need to think about which role might fit me best for a bit.
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #5 on: January 26, 2016, 03:01:16 PM »
Leaning towards either a snarky, somewhat chem-addicted thief, or a quiet (but also somewhat snarky) ex-military tech specialist.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #6 on: January 26, 2016, 04:46:09 PM »
Chem addiction is a pretty common trait among us raiders.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #7 on: January 26, 2016, 04:54:24 PM »
I forgot to say this before so I will add it to the first post but I left the end of my biography sort of open because every character's biography should end with how they meet up and join the rest of the gang.

I didn't want to dictate this to anyone (besides the 2nd in command character) so you can create that for yourselves.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #8 on: January 26, 2016, 04:54:45 PM »
Pretty much settled on the thief, just trying to find the right look for her.

Of course, it's moot if noone else piles on :D

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #9 on: January 26, 2016, 04:59:48 PM »
Pretty much settled on the thief, just trying to find the right look for her.

Of course, it's moot if noone else piles on :D
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #10 on: January 26, 2016, 07:54:32 PM »
Tentatively interested in the doctor role, if this doctor can be a little obsessed with his own physicality and doses himself regularly with things like Buffout to make himself more muscular than you'd typically expect for a science-type person. He'd be someone who, if he had to, could swing a Super Sledge with one hand but otherwise uses it like normal.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #11 on: January 26, 2016, 09:12:36 PM »
Tentatively interested in the doctor role, if this doctor can be a little obsessed with his own physicality and doses himself regularly with things like Buffout to make himself more muscular than you'd typically expect for a science-type person. He'd be someone who, if he had to, could swing a Super Sledge with one hand but otherwise uses it like normal.

So long as the due consideration is taken for the kind of toll that kind of Chem addiction would have on the mind and body, I have no problem with the hulk doctor.

I did always envision the doctor as a chem addict of some kind. It just made sense.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #12 on: January 26, 2016, 09:15:00 PM »
So long as the due consideration is taken for the kind of toll that kind of Chem addiction would have on the mind and body, I have no problem with the hulk doctor.

I did always envision the doctor as a chem addict of some kind. It just made sense.

...and then he gets his head ripped off by a...oh, sorry. Wrong franchise.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #13 on: January 26, 2016, 10:52:06 PM »
So long as the due consideration is taken for the kind of toll that kind of Chem addiction would have on the mind and body, I have no problem with the hulk doctor.

I did always envision the doctor as a chem addict of some kind. It just made sense.

Ah, but no, he's too smart for that. That's what Fixer is for and he's always got a supply of that on hand as well, in fact even more since he knows he'll have to treat more than just his own addiction(s). Or rather, he may have the personality of an addict but not be suffering from any of the side effects, at least. In fact he will be able to make things even more potent (and more addictive) and basically turn anyone who uses them into instant addicts (which if the group is bartering rather than simply killing/pillaging, can come in handy for forcing negotiation when outsiders come to him desperate for a fix that he forced upon them in the first place.) But if he were to be given the nickname of 'Frankenstein', he wouldn't object. Especially since the whole thing will leave him kind of looking like Frankenstein's monster, at least in stature and musculature; from a distance he could probably be mistaken for a Super Mutant or someone like Legate Lanius.
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #14 on: January 26, 2016, 11:30:43 PM »
Ah, but no, he's too smart for that. That's what Fixer is for and he's always got a supply of that on hand as well, in fact even more since he knows he'll have to treat more than just his own addiction(s). Or rather, he may have the personality of an addict but not be suffering from any of the side effects, at least. In fact he will be able to make things even more potent (and more addictive) and basically turn anyone who uses them into instant addicts (which if the group is bartering rather than simply killing/pillaging, can come in handy for forcing negotiation when outsiders come to him desperate for a fix that he forced upon them in the first place.) But if he were to be given the nickname of 'Frankenstein', he wouldn't object. Especially since the whole thing will leave him kind of looking like Frankenstein's monster, at least in stature and musculature; from a distance he could probably be mistaken for a Super Mutant or someone like Legate Lanius.
Intersting... I am intrigued to see more.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #15 on: January 27, 2016, 08:54:14 AM »
Name: Ford 'Frankenstein' Baxter
Appearance: The good doctor has been beefing himself up with various chems, primarily Buffout (and Fixer to prevent addiction symptoms) to nearly peak musculature without experiencing excessively unnatural outgrowths, though it rendered him entirely hairless. Wears a pair of ripped jeans that resemble something the Incredible Hulk would be wearing after a transformation, a lumberjack's shirt and a torn-at-the-bottom lab coat with a large satchel for his supplies, and a Super Sledge slung over his back, a 9mm SMG on his belt for when the other weapon won't do. Has been compared, at least when seen from a distance when walking with others, to a Super Mutant or an abnormal human like the legendary Legate Lanius of Caesar's Legion.

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Biography: While his outward appearance already screams "Don't fuck with me", the man is an unscrupulous medical professional capable of performing life-saving surgeries which gives him an edge when it comes to torturing information out of a victim while keeping them alive as long as possible and inflicting the most pain and damage. But his real specialty is chemistry, specifically upping the potency (and addictive qualities) of anything he sells, in turn creating a massively addicted customer base wherever he travels, usually leaving an entire small settlement penniless by the time he leaves them with whatever little he sells them to fight over. Some survivors have turned bitter about this devious business practice and though physically imposing he is intelligent enough to realize that there is safety in numbers, and any group would be blessed to have such a talent as the medic of their group. While any wise person would never approach him with violent intent unless he was sleeping and already surrounded by frag mines, a reasonably intelligent gangbanger or raider would be able to offer a worthwhile proposition to recruit him into a mutually beneficial partnership. And the rest is history.
Age: 31
Gender: Male, though with admittedly some decreased sexual function
Gear: A metric shit-ton of raw and prepared chems all meticulously labeled in his satchel (among other non-liquid ingredients), a Super Sledge, 9mm SMG and several other doctors' implements (scalpel, forceps, Doctor's Bags, scissors, etc.)
Sexual Orientation: Due to excessive chem use affecting his sexual functions, he is sort of more into violence than sex and can get equal pleasure from beating or torturing a man or porking a woman.
Likes: Testing his strength. If the group ever encounters a serious threat like a lone Deathclaw, Super Mutant or anything a single wastelander would normally avoid conflict with, he insists he be given a crack at it on his own before they enter the fray.
Dislikes: Whining. Whether it's a patient he's genuinely trying to treat or someone screaming in agony because he's torturing them, he doesn't like it getting loud or bitchy.


How's that sound?
« Last Edit: January 27, 2016, 09:10:09 AM by Mathim »

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #16 on: January 27, 2016, 05:32:50 PM »
Sounds like the gang has a doctor.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #17 on: January 28, 2016, 07:28:33 PM »
Hey, guys. Sorry to do this, but I've found a survivor story in a somewhat more 'real world' setting, which I think will work better for my playstyle.  Best of luck to you all with this one, though!

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #18 on: January 28, 2016, 07:36:20 PM »
No problem, I am having doubts about the likelihood of this game happening anyway.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #19 on: January 31, 2016, 11:47:27 PM »
Hello! I am interested in joining this roleplay as yet I am heading off to bed from my busy day tomorrow. I am looking into the "Expert" roll if that is okay? I can submit the layout of his/her's information sometime coming up if that is okay?

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #20 on: January 31, 2016, 11:54:03 PM »
Yeah be my guest, if it will draw some more interest to the thread I welcome you!

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #21 on: February 03, 2016, 12:46:47 AM »
I am quite interested in this game (if it ends up happening), specifically the "slave" character.  I'm interested in not only being the gang's fucktoy, but also potential bait for ambushes (it's easy to ambush another gang when the LITERALLY have their pants down), something to sweeten the deal when haggling with traders, given to public use to a settlement or other raider gang to foster good relations, a clever distraction in a con-game, or any other use the gang might have for a sweet young girl (age 16-18, but not really defined). 

I'm thinking that she is submissive but not willing, and is more afraid of what might happen to her if she were abandoned by the gang than she is upset by the torments she must suffer by being a part of it... and so will go along with just about anything.  She won't try to escape and will do what she is told, but she isn't some sultry sex goddess who gleefully fucks everything and anything.  She is, however, secretly turned on by all the humiliation, forced sex, forced prostitution, public use, display, and abuse she is subjected to. 

I'm also looking forward to building complex relationships with the other characters that can only exist when the people you trust most are the ones you can trust to sexually abuse you, often.

Is this something you might like to see in this game?

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #22 on: February 03, 2016, 01:07:22 AM »
I am quite interested in this game (if it ends up happening), specifically the "slave" character.  I'm interested in not only being the gang's fucktoy, but also potential bait for ambushes (it's easy to ambush another gang when the LITERALLY have their pants down), something to sweeten the deal when haggling with traders, given to public use to a settlement or other raider gang to foster good relations, a clever distraction in a con-game, or any other use the gang might have for a sweet young girl (age 16-18, but not really defined). 

I'm thinking that she is submissive but not willing, and is more afraid of what might happen to her if she were abandoned by the gang than she is upset by the torments she must suffer by being a part of it... and so will go along with just about anything.  She won't try to escape and will do what she is told, but she isn't some sultry sex goddess who gleefully fucks everything and anything.  She is, however, secretly turned on by all the humiliation, forced sex, forced prostitution, public use, display, and abuse she is subjected to. 

I'm also looking forward to building complex relationships with the other characters that can only exist when the people you trust most are the ones you can trust to sexually abuse you, often.

Is this something you might like to see in this game?

This is EXACTLY what I has in mind for this character.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #23 on: February 03, 2016, 07:57:18 AM »
This is EXACTLY what I has in mind for this character.

Sounds better than I could have described myself! If she ever gets in bed with the Doc, though, she better not swallow! Who knows what all the junk in his system will do if it gets into her stomach through his semen...LOL.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #24 on: February 03, 2016, 04:59:33 PM »
Sounds better than I could have described myself! If she ever gets in bed with the Doc, though, she better not swallow! Who knows what all the junk in his system will do if it gets into her stomach through his semen...LOL.
  ...unless that's the point.  Perhaps that's the only way she can get the chems she wants/needs?  I don't want to play her as a crack addict/tweaker, so that would really be the MAIN motivation why she stays with the gang.  however, being at least mildly addicted to chem-laced semen seems like another good reason for her to stick around, doesn't it?

Also, I'm guessing it will hit the bloodstream faster/harder if it is taken rectally, rather than orally... but then again, I'm not a doctor. (~_^)
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #25 on: February 03, 2016, 07:02:18 PM »
  ...unless that's the point.  Perhaps that's the only way she can get the chems she wants/needs?  I don't want to play her as a crack addict/tweaker, so that would really be the MAIN motivation why she stays with the gang.  however, being at least mildly addicted to chem-laced semen seems like another good reason for her to stick around, doesn't it?

Also, I'm guessing it will hit the bloodstream faster/harder if it is taken rectally, rather than orally... but then again, I'm not a doctor. (~_^)
I am honestly excited by the prospect of seeing her pumped full of jet while she is getting gangbanged,  is that weird? Probably.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #26 on: February 03, 2016, 07:07:08 PM »
  ...unless that's the point.  Perhaps that's the only way she can get the chems she wants/needs?  I don't want to play her as a crack addict/tweaker, so that would really be the MAIN motivation why she stays with the gang.  however, being at least mildly addicted to chem-laced semen seems like another good reason for her to stick around, doesn't it?

Also, I'm guessing it will hit the bloodstream faster/harder if it is taken rectally, rather than orally... but then again, I'm not a doctor. (~_^)

Well, he's notorious for his strong shit, after all if he wants people getting addicted and bankrupting themselves to pay for what little he'll sell them, he's got to mix it that way. His own system is saturated with it so whether a woman gets it orally, anally or vaginally, she'll probably develop a habit. But if she's part of their group, the only way she'll get her fix is with one of her holes, not through a needle.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #27 on: February 03, 2016, 11:44:45 PM »
Name: Volkner Kelly Gebhard
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With his hair trimmed and his facial scruff growing in just from a quick shave, his hair seems light and faint. After weeks of letting it be, it seems to be darker and the shadow brown kicks in. He wears leather pants and a jacket with a white shirt underneath. From meddling on a suit of armour or trying to hack into a base, the less the weight that lays on his shoulders, the better.

Biography: Dust and wind kicked around outside, making eye shifting noises that seemed as someone trying to break in. Covertly siting in a forest next to an abandoned military forte, is an underground basement. This is the home to a loner named Volkner. His eyes cramming into a manual he found laying under years of ashes inside the forte. He smiled and frowned constantly as he pricked his mind to remember what he was viewing. He threw the stapled papers onto the floor that was matched with other books he had thrown in the past. "A three course dinner blender... interesting."

His true blood family had always been a mystery to him as he never had any true memories of them. The only people he can picture are a small group of survivors living off the land, traveling to place to place and he was somehow apart of them. It was like a hay fever dream which he couldn't put his finger on. Long story short, the band he was in abandoned him once food was short and he drew the short stick. Having to live on his own made him independent and his trust dwindled down. After what seemed as weeks, he found a spot which he declared his home and found ways to find supplies to support him in living.

Volkner found that studying the biome that was littered with unused, unknown technology was the best was to survive and have a purpose. Without his knowing, if the war never happened, he would have been a very enthusiastic historian, yet his fate led differently. With his isolated life, he tried to avoid the presence of everything that breathed and beeped outside in the wasteland. Occasionally bumping into the run of the mill radroach, or a mole rat. A noise rumbled above his cellar as he listened to footsteps above. "Shit..." His hand instinctively reached for his AER9 laser rifle and he put the extra battery cells into his side pocket of his jacket. 

Once he popped his head out, gun ready, he realized that his life was changed by a single blink and he was apart of another group to claim as family.
   
Age: 24
Gender: Male (I hope this is okay) :)
Gear: AER9 laser rifle, bobby pins (only a handful), goggles.
Sexual Orientation: With his lack of human connection over the years he had lost his desire for anyone, yet he slowly gaining his sexual feeling again. He swings towards women, yet he is unsure about males at the moment.
Likes: Hacking, upgrading weapons, sarcasm.
Dislikes: Too much attention (Working on that), Feral Ghouls (Had a run in with those as a child), most chems.

Ooc: I hope this is okay and I love everyone else's characters so far :) This feels like it's going to be fun.
"I am honestly excited by the prospect of seeing her pumped full of jet while she is getting gangbanged,  is that weird? Probably."
Not too weird lol, I can see that happening... omg I need sleep. aha.
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #28 on: February 04, 2016, 02:09:53 AM »
I am honestly excited by the prospect of seeing her pumped full of jet while she is getting gangbanged,  is that weird? Probably.

I hope you are excited by that... gods know, I sure as fuck am. 

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #29 on: February 04, 2016, 02:11:00 AM »
Well, he's notorious for his strong shit, after all if he wants people getting addicted and bankrupting themselves to pay for what little he'll sell them, he's got to mix it that way. His own system is saturated with it so whether a woman gets it orally, anally or vaginally, she'll probably develop a habit. But if she's part of their group, the only way she'll get her fix is with one of her holes, not through a needle.

This game gets keeps getting better. 

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #30 on: February 04, 2016, 07:51:16 AM »
This game gets keeps getting better.

LOL, glad you approve. I think the potential exists for the Doc also to have properties in his blood that would help anyone suffering from Radscorpion venom recover from it, since he'll also have been doping himself on stuff like that to develop immunity. Thing is though, they'll probably start getting hooked on other substances if they survive an injection/transfusion of his blood as treatment if there aren't any normal Antivenom type cures available (he doesn't go out of his way to make things easy on others to be treated without owing him in some big way.)

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #31 on: February 04, 2016, 10:54:08 AM »
First post updated for the character sheets I have gotten so far.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #32 on: February 04, 2016, 05:11:20 PM »
Thanks for the having me into this roleplay!  :D I cannot wait to start this!

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #33 on: February 06, 2016, 02:54:28 AM »
As a bump, I made a big plate of rat on a stick and a big pitcher of Deezer's 'lemonade' for everyone!

*Lays out the lavish, post apocalyptic, spread on the large dinner table that has been here the whole time. *

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #34 on: February 06, 2016, 11:34:34 PM »
Some Deezer's lemonade would quench my thirst until we start the game. :) Thanks!

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #35 on: February 10, 2016, 10:51:44 AM »
Name: Alea, but will also answer to whatever vulgar epithet the gang calls her, or a different name if chosen by the gang.
Appearance:
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Alea is relatively petite (somewhere between (5'1" and 5'4") with long lissome legs shaped from hours of dancing, a toned midsection, small breasts, and long hair that falls to her ass in tight dreadlocks.  She lacks any body hair, and has silver rings in her eyebrows, nose, lips, nipple, clitoral hood, and her outer labia.
Age: definitely younger than 20, but no younger than 16
Biography:

"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

Alea was born in Vault 134 which, like all the vaults, was a massive experiment using it's inhabitants as test subjects. Vault 134 was a massive experiment in subliminal messages and communication. 

The pre-war inhabitants of vault 134 were all performers and artists of some kind such as visual artists, sculptors, musicians, dancers, or even acrobats.  They were all told that their job was to ensure that the fine arts survived the holocaust, so they needed to make detailed instructional holotapes during their long incarceration in the vault.  These holotapes were then spliced with subliminal messages that instructed the viewer to add even more subliminal forms of communication into their art forms.  Artists were secretly taught how to unconsciously use color and form to communicate feelings of calmness and happiness to their viewer, Musicians had their chord structures and time signatures encoded with messages of submission and compliance, and dancers had their very body language encoded with subliminal communication that made then seem erotic and desirable.  Genetic predilection for certain types of art was also encouraged in the breeding program, which was also controlled and administered subliminally. 

The only non-artist in the entire vault was the overseer, whose palatial apartment and offices were filled with subliminal messages of dominance and narcissism.  Vault-tech felt that the overseer needed to be able to make any decision without a second guess, and a strong, firm hand would be needed to control the emotional and idealistic artists.  Generations of eugenics and subliminal messages succeeded beyond their wildest dreams, creating the fat, perverted despot named Overseer Kraus.

Alea was born under the iron-handed rule of Overseer Kraus.  She was a dance and body language prodigy beyond measure, blowing away the expectations of the training program, and giving her unprecedented access to the learning holotapes.  She finished the entire dance program (which may never finish, choosing instead of focus on a specific style of dance) before the age of thirteen.  In the next few years, as she blossomed into the most extraordinary talent, Overseer Kraus took particular interest in her. 

Kraus decided that she would be his ultimate sexual plaything, and began instituting a subliminal program in order in enact sweet tortures on her mind and soul.  The new program was to make her mind ashamed of her body and sexuality in general, while her body would react with extreme arousal and need.  Her libido was increased dramatically, while her mannerisms became more and more demure, and she became increasingly embarrassed about sex and sexuality.  Every day her interactions with her fellow vault dwellers became more and more sexual, and she became more and more embarrassed and introverted… unless she was on stage.

Her body was no neglected by the insidious program of the Overseer either.  Her vagina was tightened to the point where any insertion at all would be painful, but retained enough elasticity that she would not be damaged.  Her urethra also had it’s elasticity increased, to the point that it could take insertions of around the same size as her vagina.  Her internal clitoris was enlarged and sensitized as well, so that even though intentions in her vagina and urethra would be painful, she would sill feel increased amounts of pleasure.  Overseer Kraus also harvested hundreds of eggs from the girl, then removed her uterus to prevent her menstrual cycle, as well as any hope for someone other than him to have access to her genetic material.

But that was not the last of Kraus’ physical administrations.  He also gave her digestive system a complete overhaul to be more efficient, and reduce waste.  Her body only produces one small pellet of ambergris like waste, every week or so, keeping her anal canal clean as a whistle.  This also had the unexpected effect of drugs having a faster and stronger effect, but also a reduced come-down and withdrawal effect.  He then enlarged her anus, set her nerve endings to register mostly pleasure, and gave her a prostate in increase the immense pleasure she would get from being penetrated anally (this also had the effect to cause her to embarrassingly squirt every time she had an orgasm).  He wanted her to scream for it in the ass, all the while hating every second of it due to her conditioning that it was dirty and shameful.

Even Alea’s sweat and pheromones were altered, so the she always smelled good to everything around her, as well as stocking the libido of any thriving thing that got a whiff of her.  When she was aroused, the effect was multiplied, so much so that Kraus had to quarantine Alea from his security detail for the time being, putting her in a medical lockdown with a Nurse Handy named Betty Noir.

Alex’s days were now filled with Betty stuffing probes into her orifices as she became more and more upset about the feelings that the medical procedures were invoking in her small body. She had to get out, but while she was locked up in quarantine, she had no hope of escape.  Finally her last day in that medical hellhole was at hand, and she was released to prepare for her graduation ceremony that would mark her entrance into the vault as an adult.

That very night she made her escape, as her special program of sexual need and humiliation skipped over the loyalty to the vault and obeying the rules of the overseer like the other adolescents had.  She snuck out of bed and made her way to the vault entrance.  A quick flirtation with the guard at the door as a distraction and she had his taser, which she put to good use, incapacitating the unsuspecting man before he had an inkling of what was going to happen.  A push of a button later and sirens filled the vault… the door was being unsealed.

Vault 134 was so well ordered, there was no need for a drill in the event of a vault door breach.  The resulting confusion gave Alea ample time to disappear into the dark wasteland… for a time. 

Overseer Kraus and his entire security force followed the girl, with the few trained hounds that could follow her scent.  By the time dawn broke, she was surrounded, and incapacitated.  With an evil grin Kraus raped right then and there, deflowering the poor girl infront of the entire security detail.  When he was finished, he wiped his bloody dick on her face, and let each man rape her in the ass, forcing the girl to orgasm multiple times with each violation.  Her moaning screams echoed across the early wasteland morning.

Once the last man of the 100+ that went with Kraus had taken his turn with the girl, it was evening again.  She was carried back to the vault, as the entire population was called to the vault entrance for a very special graduation ceremony.  When Kraus and his overseers returned to the vault, every member was there, along with the rest of the graduates.  Kraus bent Alea’s naked body over the door console, and invited every male graduate to fuck her in the ass, and every female graduate to use her mouth.

Alea wept bitterly as her body experienced inhuman amount of arousal at this.  she came almost immediately when the first cock was shoved in her ass, and she tasted her first pussy. The graduating class was around 50 members, and she was taken two at a time, so thankfully the violation lasted less time than the previous one, but the onlookers made it all the more sweet and agonizing to the humiliated girl.

Once the last graduate had used her, Kraus smiled. Alex was on the verge of passing out again, so a needle of jet was shoved into her arm by a security officer as Kraus opened his mouth to make his proclamation about Alea’s punishment.

It was then that the Overseer was torn asunder.

Deathclaws, hundreds of them, had followed the intoxicating musk of Alea’s pussy from when she had been raped in the wasteland.  They fell on the undefended vault dwellers like a nightmare made real, tearing them apart as easily as a person picks a flower.  The largest of them grabbed Alea, and shoved his massive cock, easily the size of a baseball bat, into her ass and pounded it like a jackhammer.  The jet hit Alea’s system right when the deathclaw ejaculated inside her ass, riding the orgasm ripping through her system.

As world slowed down to a crawl, Alea felt every millimeter of deathclaw cock sliding out of her ass.  Just as the hard ridge of the cocked crested out of her ass, a flash of superheated air exploded above her, knocking the deathclaw back.  The world went quiet as her ears were overloaded sonic assault of the plasma blast.  The deathclaw leapt over her towards the security officer that had fired his plasma pistol for the last time in his life, and Alea got a change to look around.

It was chaos.

Not only had deathclaws followed her here, but there were also a sleuth of Yao Guai, a contingent of Mirelurks, feral dogs, and mutated animals of every variety.  Unknown to Alea, the horrific deflowering she had undergone caused her body to release 10^5 times the amount of pheromones she typically would produce in such a situation.  All she knew is that every horrible thing in the wasteland was coming after her and killing everyone she had ever known because she chose to run away from a little bit of probing and sex with someone she didn’t find attractive.  Her scent had brought them here, but now that blood was spilled, these creatures were in a killfrenzy.

Alea ran.

The next day she was picked up by a raider patrol, whom she surrendered to immediately. The patrol was ecstatic to find a nubile young sex-fiend to sell at the slave market… perhaps too ecstatic.  Alex ended up slowing them down considerably, as multiple gang-bangs a day tend to eat into your travel schedule.  The patrol also lacked discipline, as they did not keep a lookout when they chose to all fuck her at once, which made ambushing the patrol child’s play for the Red Hand gang. 

Gender: Female
Gear: A collection of pre-war makeup, body paint, brushes, combs, perfume, and other toiletries, jewelry made out of pre-war shiny bits and coins,
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual, everything and anything.
Likes: Pretty things, Dancing, Bathing
Dislikes: Deathclaws, Hunger, Being Alone
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Offline BlueEyedBardTopic starter

Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #36 on: February 10, 2016, 11:50:41 AM »
Everyone, welcome the Red Hand Gang's new little play thing.
*As Diesel speaks he puts his hand on the top of Alea's head and slowly run his fingers through her hair.*
We only have three more spots to fill before we can start this game and enter the waist land. Fortunately for us our little slave here is willing to put those pheromones to good use and attract more members...
*When his hand reaches the back of her neck he tightens his grip and pushes her down face first with a deep thud onto the long, old dinner table. Then his free hand slips down to her bare ass. He slipped his middle and ring finger past her soft cheeks and into her still tight asshole.  He hooked his fingers inside her and yanked her up better exposing her little pink pussy.*
So who wants to warm her up? Frankenstein, get some of that modified psycho-jet you keep on you.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #37 on: February 10, 2016, 01:15:08 PM »
I would like to play the theif if he is not taken already. I can have a character made up by tomorrow.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #38 on: February 10, 2016, 01:33:40 PM »
Everyone, welcome the Red Hand Gang's new little play thing.
*As Diesel speaks he puts his hand on the top of Alea's head and slowly run his fingers through her hair.*
We only have three more spots to fill before we can start this game and enter the waist land. Fortunately for us our little slave here is willing to put those pheromones to good use and attract more members...
*When his hand reaches the back of her neck he tightens his grip and pushes her down face first with a deep thud onto the long, old dinner table. Then his free hand slips down to her bare ass. He slipped his middle and ring finger past her soft cheeks and into her still tight asshole.  He hooked his fingers inside her and yanked her up better exposing her little pink pussy.*
So who wants to warm her up? Frankenstein, get some of that modified psycho-jet you keep on you.

*In character as Frankenstein*: Get it yourself. Still gonna cost you, though.  >:)

Too bad she's already got so much crap going on in her body right now. Frankenstein really wants a guinea pig to test chemical breast augmentation on, but Alex is an unsuitable subject.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #39 on: February 10, 2016, 01:49:55 PM »
Ooc: Holy shit, I did not expect this at all! XD That was amazing. *Claps*

IC: Volkner sat solitary as he sat watch as the lookout for any sort of trouble. The dreaded wasteland which he viewed ahead of him was barren and he hopped it stuck that way. He didn't mind this shift, as it gave him time to think yet he really wanted tinker on something. His gazed turned towards his comrades messing with the new slave girl they looted and gave a slight smirk and yelled over to them, "Have fun over there!"   

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (freeform small groups)
« Reply #40 on: February 10, 2016, 02:10:12 PM »
Don't worry about being lookout right now Volkner, we are currently in a dimension between worlds waiting for our game to actually start. Right now all we have to do is draw in more attention so we can actually start. So what better way to draw attention than to bang the shit of our little slave girl.

And Frankenstein, stop being an ass and toss the psycho-jet over here, then I'll find you a clean test subject later.

All right chiefofdreams, get a profile up and we'll see about adding you in.

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Volkner walked steadily over to the soon to be fuck fest and stood closely next to his comrades. Suddenly a thought appeared in his head and he raised his finger in the air. "I'll be right back." He ran over to his desk, scrambling through wires, nuts and bolts, and metal until he grabbed an object from the mess. "I was doing some reading in this queer magazine that had a ton of women in it and I spotted something that provoked my interest. It inspired me to make this-" In his hands held a long object with a handle which contained buttons and switches. On the end extended a silicon, phallic shaped object. He handed it to Diesel. "Different buttons do different actions and so do the switches- here. I think it's called a didillo? I don't know, I forgot nor do I care. Have a go with it" Volkner paused. "Where should I be in this- situation?" He looked down at the slave girl on the table.     

Offline Etherealgirl

I'm interested in this RP. :)

What roles are open, or do we want?

Offline BlueEyedBardTopic starter

Well I believe cheifofdreams is currently making a theif character, so currently the 2nd in command role and the gunner role are available.

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I can do gunner. If ya want.

Offline BlueEyedBardTopic starter

Do it! When you post your profile I'll add you to the list.

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Alea's eyes open wide as she is pulled onto the old wooden table, her sensitive nipples rasping on the rough weather-worn oak planks.  A sharp moan-scream erupts from her as digits are unceremoniously shoved into her asshole, the incredible feeling of being filled fighting with her embarrassment of being exposed for all those around to witness her body and her excitement.  Those self-same eyes suddenly fill up with tears as her ass is pulled up, causing her to rise up onto her tip-toes, and then even further onto her toes like a ballerina of old in order to tuck up her tailbone to expose her wet, pink pussy to the surrounding eyes.  Soft moans begin to be vocalized as her hips ever so slightly tuck down and up again as her traitorous body tries to fuck the fingers in her ass.

Upon hearing Volkner, who happened to be on the side her head was turned away from, she turned her head over to see the object of which he spoke, her freakishly flexible spine bringing her head and chest up from the rough oak table for a second, plunging her ass harder onto the fingers in her ass.  Her eyes, bright with tears, opened wide as she looked at the phallic object "Oh f...  That's... that's a..." she little more than whispered, still unable to discuss the male genitalia even though her nude body was splayed for all to see.  She could feel her pelvic floor clench automatically, sending pleasurable lightning down her nerves.  Her breath quickened as her ass bounced a little in fear and desire as she looked from Frankenstien to Volkner, her body on fire with shame and desire.

OOC:  I just realized I need to change my appearance a little, as I switched models for Alea at the last minute.  Also, while her name is Alea and you all can call her that, I'd prefer another name, or other things you all call her like whore, bitch, fuckslut, or whatever.  but if Alea is easiest and causes the least amount of confusion, that is totally fine.

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I'll get a profile up tomorrow morning.

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Currently the thief and gunner position are pending their profile but have been called, leaving the 2nd in command character open (small description of this character in first and second post)

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*Diesel looked at the device that Volkner held out to him. A strange, phallic probe of some kind he thought. Why the hell would people make such a seemingly worthless object. But that hardly mattered, what mattered is that it would make a decent enough tool to torture the slave who was squirming on his fingers. But when she spoke, trying to give the device a proper name it seemed he just frowned and jammed the two fingers in her asshole up to the last knuckle and then yanked her up even more, like a huge fish on the end of a line, lifting her toes up off thread ground.*
Give me this goddamn thing...
*He said snatching the tool from Volkner and looking it over. He then looked down at the slave writhing on his fingers and brought the object so close to her face that it was pressing against her, the head pushing against on of her eyes.*
Do you know what this is whore? What's it called?
*Before she could even answer he lowered the tool down her face to her lips and then forced in into her mouth. About halfway at first then kept pushing the device as deep as he could, until the head of the tool was pushing its way into her throat.*
Come on slave bitch! If you know what it's called the say the name!
*All at once he yanked the device out of her throat completely*
Maybe you need your memory jogged.
*Then bringing the tool down where his other hand was he spread his fingers in her ass as far as he could before jamming the phallic device into her asshole along with them. Once the device was agonizingly pushed in all the way to the hilt he pulled his fingers out. With his now free hand he reached back up to her head and took a handful of hair in his fist and yanked her head up. Then he switched on one of the functions and the device started to move, not vibrate, but swing around almost like a cowboy swinging a lasso.*
You remember what it's called now? I don't care where you get in here Volkner,  just teach this bitch what it means to be a waistlander. Fill up its mouth if you want, it may as well be good for something.

((So everyone knows I am doing this star thing to indicate action in this thread only, once we are in the actual game that goes away and it's only storytelling style allowed. I can't even hardly write this way in the request thread.))

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Volkner's eyes met with the slave girl's eyes. Her pupils grew with the whole commotion and he viewed with keen interest as he kept his gaze on her. Just as her head was pulled back by her hair, he undid his pants. Her mouth opened wide and he placed his semi-soft penis between her teeth, shoving her head back down towards his lower pelvic region as his phallus grew.

Ooc: Aight, off to study. Best to luck with everyone! :p

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*Alea arches her back and moans loudly as her ass is pulled up so her toes come off the ground.  She lifts them both out to the side in a full splits as stretches them forward, so that her calves sit on the corners of the table allowing her to relieve the pressure on her throbbing asshole as she continues to buck against it, her confused nervous system demanding more as she lewdly displays herself. 

Her eyes open wide as she tries to focus on the object again through the tears that trace black contrails of precious khol down her face.  She opens her mouth to say it, but falters, closing her eyes to eject more wetness onto her cheeks in pure embarrassment.  Her eyes fly open again as the object is rammed down her throat.  She instinctively deepthroats it, as her throat no longer has any concept of a gag-reflex.  She presses her head forward, taking it to the hilt as her left hand snakes in between her legs to rub furious circles on her desperate clitoris.

The girl is lost in sensation, and beginning to asphyxiate on the dildo when it is ripped out of her throat, gasping for air as she cums for her new owners, squirting her pussy juices onto the rough wood of the table, which soaks it in immediately as if it were as thirsty for her cum as the three men who surround her.  Her breath comes in rough gasps as she screams while cumming, completely unable to comply with the command to speak. 

As the dildo is rammed into her ass with fingers still in it, she cums again and harder.  her hips rock back and forth, fucking it wildly as she slips a finger into her unnaturally slippery and elastic urethra, fucking herself there and exposing her shining pink pussy even more as another squirt of girl-cum erupts from it.  She moans louder as she catches Volkner's eyes with her own, desperate for more.

With a herculean amount of willpower, she manages to scream "DICK!  It's a dick.. a dil... a dildooooouuuungh!" as she cums again from having to say it in front of them and everyone.  Her body shudders at the freakish sensations running through her from the rotating dildo as her involuntary scream keeps her mouth open in front of Volkner, here eyes filled with fear at the thought of being choked with another cock.  She doesn't resist as the hardening cock is placed in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it as she fights to keep her mouth as open as possible.  Pre-programmed instincts guide her tongue and head as she frantically bobs and licks it to turgidity, her mind awash with sensation and her body acting on instinct alone as she fucks her ass back harder against the swirling device inside it. 

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I guess I can whip up something for 2nd in command if it's okay! Just gimme a day or so?

Offline BlueEyedBardTopic starter

Please do, we'll just be here pummeling the hell out of the slave girl until all the spots are filled.  :D

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Ooc: I told a white lie, came back to just to do one more ;) Oh also, I changed my character from the Fallout version to an actual person version of him. :)

Volkner had reached full potential as he let the bitch do her notion. His hands clamped onto her head as his eyes closed when her tongue was at work. Just a little bit further and- Huston, we have a smooth landing. From watching carefully he saw that her gag reflex was none to non-existent, so he had nothing to worry about. His mind picturing the event in front of him as he didn't want to watch. After a little while he couldn't hold it in anymore from this small heaven and he let it all out. 

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((I've actually been meaning to do the same thing for awhile now, so I did the same thing.))

*Now that Volkner had ahold of the slave's head he was able to let go of his fistfull of hair and moved that now free hand to one of her ass cheeks to spread it even wider as he worked the still rotating device in her butt. While fucking her ass with the tool he noticed another dial that had a 1-5 level on it, it was the vibration control. Not knowing, or caring what it did he turned the vibration level all the way to max and the device erupted to life.*
Woah! This is a hell of a...whatever you call it.
*After working it in her ass a but more he finally got sick of waiting on Frankenstein to pass the psycho-jet he shoved his hand that had been holding her ass into one of his pockets. When he pulled it out again he had one dose of jet in his hand. Well not as interesting as what he had in mind, but whatever. He looked down at her glistening pussy. Then with his firm grip on the hilt of the tool he forced her ass up even higher, arching her back so he had a better view of the soaking wet slit. He reached out with jet and jus he'd the needle deep into her clit before injecting the drug.*
There ya go, see how ya like that.

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*Alea felt the cock rammed down her throat swell just slightly, speaking in the semaphore of the body that it was about to unload into her belly.  She sped up what little she could muster, as the revolving dildo in her ass took up most of her conscious mind's bandwidth, and relaxed her esophagus as the hard cock bucked as it unloaded its payload deep into her.   The digit in her smallest hole came out of it as she braced herself with her hands to receive Volkner's cum.

Right then, the vibrator started.

She screamed into the cock just as it erupted, which slammed her throat closed.  What would have been a clean, expert swallow turned into an eruption of cum from the girls mouth, dripping off her chin and jaw.  Alea's world swam as she came furiously, her empty pussy grasping for a phantom cock as her ass was forced back up, slamming her face down into the puddle of semen that had just exited her mouth. She was still cumming when the needle of jet hit her.

Everything slowed down to a crawl.  She could feel everything individually, and each sensation was enough to send her into mind-numbing ecstasy.  But her mind was now sharpened past any possible reason, and could not be dulled.  She could feel each individual pulse of the vibrator, the sensation on her ring and it twisted in her,  the sharp pleasure of the needle in her clit, the swelling of her internal clitoris as the jet pushed though it's sensitive, blood-filled cavities, the spasming of her vagina, and the feeling of her wetness on her vulva as she continued to cum.  It was a symphony of wonder, a masterpiece of pleasure, and an oubliette of madness.  Each individual sensation could be felt, but the combination of them was like the overtones that are created when a chord is stuck.  ghostly overtones of pleasure washed over her, harmonizing with the individual ministrations of the men she was at the mercy of.

It is a special kind of hell, the kind that you never want to leave.


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Name: Dominique "Mo" Collins
Appearance: Dark hair, olive skin. Bright green eyes. Rarely is she seen with a smile.

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Biography:  Dominique has known John since she was just a kid. After the mutants had attacked his homestead, they had come for hers. Poor Dominique was only 7 years old. Scared out of her mind, she had hidden in the air ducts of the house, allowing her family to try and ward off the attack.

Dominique has lived with survivors guilt ever since.

When John found her, she was a huddled mess. It took many years, and a lot of killing for her to come out of her shell. Travelling from place to place, always at Johns side, she was always the one person who always had his back. And seeing as he literally gave her her life back, she has been loyal to him ever since she learned to fight, and got her voice back.

Even still, she keeps mostly to herself, rarely seen off of John's hip. She has a tough exterior, though upon opening up, people will see she's just like any other girl coming into adulthood. Moments of immaturity. Still, her naivety sluffed off years ago, and she has no qualms or questions about her role in life, and what people typically want from her.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Gear: She has two mainstay weapons. A modified katana-like blade made from tempered steel, with a saw-tooth pattern on the blunt edge. Seems to be held together with brass couplings to her hilt. It remains on her back, and she most definitely knows how to use it.

The other weapon she holds is a Baretta M9, swiped off of a dead soldier. It's strapped with a thigh holster to her right thigh for easy drawing.

On her belt she holds four extra magazines for her firearm, as well as a radio for when she's out in the field, and a canteen, typically filled with water. Dominique isn't much of a drinker (in fact she's a lightweight).
Sexual Orientation: While she hasn't actually hooked up with a woman, she does consider herself bisexual (or bicurious at the very least). She enjoys men...though she's slow to warm up to them, having been raped in the past.
Likes: Long walks, silence, John Morgan, Midnight (her sword), practicing, getting close to people (even though its difficult)
Dislikes: Assholes, know it alls, mutants, naive people.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #59 on: February 10, 2016, 11:00:18 PM »
Welcome Dominique! 2nd in command of the Red Hand Gang!

Once the other two profiles drop we will get this game going.

I will probably post an OOC thread tomorrow and I'll post it here.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #60 on: February 10, 2016, 11:23:13 PM »
OOC: I'll just join in to let Mo see what's going on, maybe flesh her out before we start.  8-)

Mo had heard the noise. Shit....a deaf man could have heard the noises. So, she stopped what she had been doing, inventorying their stocks, and followed the noises. Muffled sound became muted voices, and then discernible voices. As she came into the room, actual voices were heard, and she made out at least three sounds, perhaps more.

She stopped short as she took in the scene. A slender brow arched, her hands being shoved into the pockets of skin-tight black jeans. Looking between each person in the small group, she would finally settle upon Deisel.

"What the fuck are you morons doing?!"
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #61 on: February 10, 2016, 11:33:00 PM »
Volkner had already cleaned himself up just as Mo burst into the room. Instinctively he threw the dirtied hand towel quickly to the ground away from him. A pang of guilt swept through his mind thinking over the act he had just done. His feet started to step backwards from the mess on the table. His eyes shifted to Mo and Diesel rapidly. He didn't say anything but he did have a good excuse for himself if something did happen. 

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« Reply #62 on: February 10, 2016, 11:51:55 PM »
((Ok, I'm dropping the star thing to just write like normal. It was killing me anyway. ))

Once the jet was spent he tossed the empty container to the side and it clicked across the floor into a corner. He laughed a little as the slave writer around in an insane display of ecstasy and pain that he had never seen on a person before. He figured they had picked up one of the most depraved people in The waist land. She screamed and sprayed cum from her mouth while also spraying her orgasm from her sopping wet pussy. He could only imagine what kinds of sensations were shooting through her body between the dildo and the jet. Then he noticed Mo enter from her place with the inventory and he turned his attention away from the sluts and to her, still holding the vibrating tool deep in the slave's ass.

"Hey, that whore we decided not to kill from that last group of raiders wanted to show off her skills." He laughed again as he glanced back to the slave and returned to Mo. "Then Volkner found this thing..." He referenced the dildo in the girl's ass by drawing it out just enough to show how wildly it was rotating and vibrating before jamming it back into her ass. "I think he called it a dillido? She called it something different, either way it has a stupid name." He looked back to the girl on the table and pressed her down again with his free hand in the middle of her lower back.

"Come and try this thing out, it's pretty wild." Diesel offered Mo a turn using the dildo on the slave. "She's a fuckin' animal I swear, I've never seen someone cum so many times. I think she may burn a hole through the table!"

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #63 on: February 11, 2016, 12:32:52 AM »
Alea lay there, heart racing, looking at the woman who had just some in to see her lying nude on the table with her legs in the splits, her ass sticking up in the air and full of multi-action dildo with cum on her face and mouth.  The tremors of her recent orgasms shocked through her as the jet continues to slow everything down to a crawl.  The half pull of the dildo elicited an unbidden load moan from Alea, then when it was shoved unceremoniously back into her ass, she could not stop herself from slowly tilting her ass up and down to savor it's pressure inside her ass.  Alea's bright amber eyes only betrayed her supreme embarrassment as one large tear crept out of her eye and down her cheek to moisten the swiftly drying cum on her chin.  Alea could see this slender woman clearly, her green eyes flashing with contempt under her dark hair, and wished that she could somehow hide her shame that was displayed for all to see.


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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #64 on: February 11, 2016, 01:02:22 AM »
A single glare from those bright green eyes in Volkners direction said it all. You aren't going anywhere. Her hands slipped from her pockets, right hand drawing her beretta. Hammer was cocked back with an eerie 'click', though it wasn't pointed at anyone.

Her snort was plain, and though anyone else would miss it because of the bit of dirt on her face, Deisel could see that the slender woman was blushing. Still, she kept that tough-girl attitude.

"A turn? Do I look like I want your guys sloppy fuckin' seconds?" Moving to the girl spread out on the table, she would press the barrel of that gun to the side of her head. Leaning in close, she would speak low.

"How about it, sugar? Should I end you now? Or let these guys make you cum to death?"

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #65 on: February 11, 2016, 02:38:11 AM »
Diesel did notice the little glow so red in Mo's cheeks, it wasn't the first time he had seen it, but he would never bring it up, at least not in front of anyone else. Nor would he have let anyone else bring it up. It's not like he felt she needed protecting, in fact he knew that Mo was the one person who would always save his ass. No, he wouldn't let someone speak that way about her because she had proved to be his only friend his whole life, and he didn't let people speak down to his friends. "This bitch was sloppy before anybody even got firsts." He replied as Mo made her way across the room to the table where the slave was spread out in a wet mess.

When Mo pressed the barrel of her gun against the girl's head he just laughed. He couldn't help thinking how sexy she was when she threatened someone. Those green eyes, that deadly demeanor, that fucking gun! She scared people more than anyone in the gang, he thought, and for good reason. After a moment of waiting for the slave to sputter out another answer he put his hand on the side of her face, tleaking sure she was facing Mo and roughly shover her down into the puddle of cum on the table's surface. "Come on, answer her question! I would say blow her brains out, it's not like she uses them. If it wasn't such a pain in the ass to clean up the mess." As he spoke he twisted the dildo in the slave's ass one way then the other.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #66 on: February 11, 2016, 09:34:45 AM »

Name: Megan 'Brink' Wayland

Appearance: 5'7, 110lbs, Blonde hair, Blue-gray eyes, Tattoo sleeve up her right arm, back of neck, and lower pelvis, Busty, Dark under eye make up.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Biography: Megan doesn't like talking about what she did before joining up with the Red Hand Gang. In fact the only one who knows the actual story is Diesel and Mo. Megan had in fact been born into the Enclave, the remnant to the old American Government.

Her early life was that of training, in combat, power armor, mechanics, math, a bit of science, and their extreme xenophobic ideals that was the corner stone of their existence. Megan excelled in most aspects, but her general curiosity about the wasteland often kept her distracted.

When she was seventeen she was elected to partake in a mission in which an old military research facility had been located. She was to secure it and bring back any technology found. Her and five other members left, but none return.

The facility was occupied by Super Mutants, and what made things worse, a faction known as the gunners were also attempting to take the place. Megan's team struck an accord with the gunners to help take back the facility, in exchange for half of the weapon stock in the building. Megan's team would of course betray the Gunners once the super mutants had been dealt with and take everything for themselves.

During the three day siege of the facility, Megan grew close to a Gunner named Jack, and when it came time to betray him, Megan could not. She turned on her fellow Enclave members and fled into the wasteland with Jack.

What followed was 3 years of working with the Gunners and living with Jack. When she was twenty one, Megan got pregnant and gave birth to her son, William. Jack, however, didn't live to see the birth of his son. He was killed by a Ghoul attack.

Alone and with a baby, Megan left. She knew she couldn't raise the child by herself, and it was too dangerous in the Gunner organization for an infant and her. So she gave up her son to a couple, and left. (To this day its a very sore subject for her).

Unwilling to return to the gunners, due to the painful memories of Jack and her son, she left and traveled alone among the wasteland, until finding a place among The Red hand Gang.

Gear: .44 Magnum, back pack full of food and water, several bullets for her gun, Sun glasses, 4 grenades, Flash Light, Broken Pip-Boy, Stealth Boy, Assult Rifle and Several dresses, and odd assortment of clothes.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Likes: Nukacola, Guns, Power Armor, Dogs, Freedom, Grenades, Dresses, make up.

Dislikes: Oppression, Ghouls, Super Mutants, Weakness,

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« Reply #67 on: February 11, 2016, 09:57:06 AM »
How the hell did we end up with such a good balance of both male and female characters? That almost never happens unless it's a stipulation of the recruiter.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #68 on: February 11, 2016, 10:03:17 AM »
Alea looked up at Mo, her perception of reality speeding up as the jet wore off.  In a flash she was suddenly back in real time, with that dildo being jammed back in her ass by Diesel.

Her shining amber eyes betrayed her fear at this moment, a loaded gun at her temple.  "No...  no please.." she begged for her life shaking her head. "I'm fine... like this".  She blushed profusely as she moaned softly from the ministrations of Diesel, and looked down for a second.  "I can please you too, if you want." she said a little louder, looking the athletic woman up and down.  This was life now for Alea, and while she had to fight herself in order to do it, it was a fight she would take on and win.

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #69 on: February 11, 2016, 10:06:17 AM »
An emphatic welcome to Megan "Brink"Wayland, the Red Hand Gang's gunner, awesome.

I will definitely be making the OOC thread later today where I will move all of your character sheets to the first post so that they are all in order and once we get a profile from the theif we can get started!

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« Reply #70 on: February 11, 2016, 10:11:36 AM »
Hi Everyone!

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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #71 on: February 11, 2016, 10:29:49 AM »
She gave an almost snorting laugh of derision. Rising up again, she'd give Alea's head a gentle nudge with the barrel of that gun, before putting it away. "Please....I wouldn't touch you with your old gang-leaders dick." Snap of the holster could be heard giving a little click as it was put back in place, and she looked to Diesel.

"I'm not cleaning this shit up. It's your mess....you and Volkner clean it up."

WIth that she turned upon the heel of her boots. Hips gave their natural sexy sway, that perky backside bouncing back and forth as she just walked out. Whatever disgusting thing the boys were about to do next...she didn't need to see it.

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« Reply #72 on: February 11, 2016, 11:14:54 AM »
Without a word Diesel watched Mo leave the room. Of course he hadn't expected her to clean up anything, even if she had decided to blow the slave's brains out. Cleaning wasn't her job, it wasn't his job either for that matter. "I'm not cleaning shit..." He said after her as Mo left the room. "Especially as long as we have a little slave whore who desperately wants to stay alive." He said as his gaze shifted Alea. "You do want to stay alive, right?" He asked her as he noticed a filthy old rag on the floor next to the toe of his boot.

He knelt down and took the rag in his hand, using the powerful dildo still lodged in Alea's ass as leverage. Once he was standing he threw the old rag into Alea's face. "Then clean this shit up!"

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« Reply #73 on: February 11, 2016, 12:31:09 PM »
Alea could feel the imprinted reactions flow through her body as Mo humiliated her in front of the rest of the gang.  Her brain screamed in shame, half wanting the offered bullet in the brainpan, while her treasonous body shuddered with delight.  Her eyes could not bear to leave the hypnotic sway of the warrior's hips as she left, enraptured by the her strong and violent presence.  The girl fucked back on the dildo in her ass once more as she watched Mo's departure, but she was now spent... at least for the time being.

Alea moaned again as the dildo pressed into her ass when Diesel picked up the rag.  It hit her in the face and fell into the puddle of semen and spit that was soaking into the table.  She twisted back to look at the man still savaging her asshole and nodded "yes, sir... sorry sir" she meekly said, wiping the cum off her chin as well as the puddle that was soaking into the worn, thirsty wood of the table. 

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« Reply #74 on: February 11, 2016, 01:21:47 PM »
Hearing the slaves response, Mo just ended her walk at the wall. She leaned against it, arms crossing just under those full, perky mounds.

Were she to tell the truth of it, the scene she had walked in on had been rather hot. Okay, really hot. Still, she hadn't ever done it with another woman before. She sure as hell wasn't going to do it in the middle of a room with people watching. Well...maybe Diesel. He was the only one she truly trusted enough to be with her on her first time with another woman.

The idea of which made things low in her belly clench with rising need.

Further away from the group, she could hide the fact. Arms shifted as she squirmed, brushing against full breasts in an attempt to get aching nipples to go back down. If anyone saw them, she would definitely be caught.

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« Reply #75 on: February 11, 2016, 01:35:46 PM »
Volkner stood frozen as the gaze from Mo hit him densely. His right hand adjusted his sleeve of his jacket and he looked to see if there was any aftermath on him. Nothing, good. As Mo and Diesel were in debate his own thoughts did the talking for him. "I am probably not doing that again... you have better things to do than to act like trash." He thought to himself.

His ears caught Mo once more as she spoke "I'm not cleaning this shit up. It's your mess....you and Volkner clean it up." He was about to counter the statement but Mo had already turned and walked away in her boots. All this commotion was making him uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I'll just be over in my office- uh yeah" His hands were placed into his pockets and he awkwardly walked over to his tools.


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« Reply #76 on: February 11, 2016, 03:49:37 PM »

 Name: Brink
 Race: Human
 Role: Gunner
 Location: Separate Room
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 Scene Music: Meet the Wolf
 
 

The sounds of rape did little to bring Megan out of her thoughts. She leaning up against the door, her long blonde hair tied back into a messy pony tail while the rest covered part of her face. Her cold gray-blue eyes stared absent mindlessly out into the room, the dark under eye shadow making her appear strung out or distant. Between her soft red lips dangled a cigarette, the cherry glowing a dull red color.

She didn't care for the new girl that Diesel brought in, but men needed to empty themselves some where in order to function. Or at least it seemed that way. The girl poor girl being sodomized on the table was pretty enough, but she didn't illicit any feelings of compassion from Brink. If it was it in that position she would have killed herself the first chance she got, rather than be some rape doll for this group. Maybe that was what Megan disliked about the girl. Her lack of conviction, and willingness to live a life of perpetual servitude.   

Taking a drag of her cigarette she pulled out her .44 magnum and snapped the chamber open. The glistening brass bullets eased the girl's mind as the moans of Alea. Brink re-holstered her weapon on her thigh, just under the hem of her red and black skirt  she wore. Brink didn't mind wearing dresses, and in fact found them nice. Like a reminder of times before the world was all fucked. Some confused this show of femininity with weakness, but a bullet or a threat could easily fix that.

Plus, it was hot out in the wasteland, and it was much cooler to wear a dress of skirt than dark leathers. In fact brink's current black top was buttoned low, which revealed more cleavage from the busty girl than intended, but comfort over propriety. A new escape of moans snapped Brink back to reality and she exhaled smoke from her nose as she looked back to the slave girl.

Mo didn't like her either, and had given Diesel and earful about having sloppy seconds. That was some funny shit, and it made Brink smirk in satisfaction. Sometimes Diesel needed to be put into his place. The place they were 'using' was just some shitty boarded up shop, and Brink knew they would be leaving soon, once they were resupplied, rested and done tending to their baser needs.

Her whole time with the Red Hand Gang had been a....interesting experience. They weren't like the gunners, and didn't operate in some larger conglomerate, and certainly didn't have any luck taking any mercenary jobs. They also weren't like the Enclave. No discipline, no higher purpose and no fucked up view of racial superiority. Brink never spoke of her time growing up in the Enclave. No body liked them in the wasteland and she quickly learned to keep that kind of information to herself. 

"Yeah, I'll just be over in my office- uh yeah"


Brink raised an eye brow as he headed off to his room. He looked like a whip puppy, but again, no sympathy. After all, he just got done nutting into a girl's mouth. No, the Red Hand Gang was unique, but most importantly they were freedom...


(just an example of what Brink will be like)
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Re: Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) *pending full*
« Reply #77 on: February 11, 2016, 08:32:07 PM »
(( hey....are we full? Or are we waiting for anyone else? ))

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« Reply #78 on: February 11, 2016, 08:42:05 PM »
((We are waiting for the profile from the theif. Once I get some time tonight I am going to create the ooc thread and put all of the profiles together and make sure everyone is still here. Then if I have even more time tonight I will make an ic thread.))

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« Reply #79 on: February 11, 2016, 09:22:10 PM »
This purgatory dimension that they are in right now really shows off the characters personalities to come for the actual rp. It's really cool! ;) 

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Our slave character dropped out so we are open to one more member of the gang to step in.

The new character doesn't need to be the slave, we are still open to the theif or if there is another job that would be useful feel free to suggest it.

A female character would be preferred because it would keep the ratio even.