Here it is all! Follow the instructions, and then start your story whenever your set. Have fun! :) Click Read More to see the example and rules.

Name: (name your characters' name for his journey)

Type: (chooses from a Wastelander to a Ghoul if you wish)

Age: (you may choose an age from 14-whatever just not over 100)

Description: (describe your characters' traits, abilities, how he is different, and anything you want to add)

Bio: (tell how your character got into the Wasteland, and what happened that made him get there or what happened in his Vault or somewhere else)

Reputation: (what do you want your character to be, Good, Evil, Neutral)

Job: (this is optional, you can choose from a Merchant, to a Caravan, or even a Mercenary, just pick any job you would like, and yes, you don't have to have a job, but you can find people to give you a job)

Rules: You start out with 100 caps, do what you wish with them. You may cuss, but not continually. If you start as a Wastelander, you start with a 10MM Pistol. A Merchant can use whatever he finds. A Mercenary gets whatever he is given for the job, and a Caravan is given whatever the person who gave them the job gives them. Play safe, and always look out for danger in the Wastes.

Story: The year is 2090, and the bombs have fell, causing the Wasteland to be born. A hundred years later, vaults were suddenly being destroyed. But people still move on, hoping to live through hell itself. Each person has their own quest to help someone, or stop life completely. Either way, people are always in the Wasteland, and your start will be here, in the middle of hell itself. You must find your calling here, and make your own destiny.

Example-

Name: Jake Smith

Type: Wastelander

Age: 18

Description: He has the full ability to sneak around anything, he has been mutated so that while getting some Rad Poison, his broken body parts heal. Jake also likes to use different sorts of weapons, and make his own. Jake also likes to try and get jobs with the Caravans to get more caps.

Reputation: He has a great reputation around, but sometimes he is a neutral person just looking for someone to kill for revenge.

Bio: Jake was born in 2090, and lived in Megaton with his family from 2090-2104. His parents were killed by a Raider attack while out in the Caravans outside Megaton. Since then, he has devoted his life

to trying to find the leader who killed them, and making a living off Caravans.

Job: Sometimes a Caravan.

Name: Doctor Chaves(Yes his first name is actually Doctor)

Type: Wastelander

Age: 20

Description: He is well educated in the sciences, Chemistry (can make chims and explosives), Biology (medical skills and antinomy of most creature in the waste), and Engineering (repair). He has a full understanding of robots. He has no skill with any weapon but, land mines.

Reputation: Know to most as a Cynical, greedy, ass that you need to fix your Protecttron or bridged winch. “Doc is good at what he does and he fucking knows it.” Also known to a select few as a Good and honorable man.

Bio: born in 2170 to a mechanic as a father and a Scientist mother. Most of his family is still alive and in Rivet City. He left Rivet city after a minor implication with one of the councilmen’s daughter and some bad jet. His soul goal in life is to make money and lots of it at that, without hurting too many people.

Occupation: Freelance mechanic, freelance doctor (no pun intended), Drug dealer, Demolition man

After being thrown out of Rivet City, Doctor Chaves ran in to a Trade caravan at the entrances to the partially sunken ship.

Doc: Hay, do you need help with anything

Caravan guide: Not from you. You look like wet yourself at the first site of a Radroach.

Doc: And you walk like you have a bullet in your ass. My guest would be a 5.56 assault round.

Caravan guide: How the hell did you know that?

Doc: One too many caravaner and mercenary walk thought the clinic with that walk.

Guide: Can you fix me up?

Doc: That depends, can you get me somewhere?

Guide: That depends, where?

Doc: Any other city but this one.

Guide: Well my next stop is in Meag . . . (guard cuts him off and pulls him to the side)

Guard: This punk look like he can barley hold his own against a mole rat, let alone make it to Megaton. I bet he’s never even seen a Super Mutant. Besides if we take the safe rout what else can he do but, fix wounds better.

Doc: Oi Guard can I see your submachine gun?

Guard: Hmf, and what can you do with it?

Doc: I can fix it with my pistol.

Guard: Bullshit.

Doc: I can fix interweave the spring to make it shot faster and use other bit from the gun to tighten up the grip.

The guard hands over his weapon and Doc destroys his 10 mm pistol and fixes the submachine gun. Doc hand it to the guard.

Guard: If you fuck it up I will kill you with my own hands.

To the guard’s surprise the weapon works better than it did be for.

Doc: So, where are you taking me again?

Name : Dimitri Nykovski

Type: Raider

Age: 21

Description: Good marksman, good stealth/sneak. He's seen sights.

Bio: Was first welcomed into the word, 2nd May, 2171,Dimitri was born into a troubled family. His father, a rebel at the time, was wanted by the Russian police. Dimitri got himself thrown into jail at the age of 16 for violence at knife point. After he got out a year later, he trained himself to climb trees and building sites, while wanted to be an assassin, after his hero, Andrey Uztin. After hearing about America, he left for it, to rid himself of his troubled past. Instead, he found himself needed his abilities. Dimitri first saw a group of 5-7 Raiders attacking a patrol of Caravan Guards and sellers. Dimtri stayed out of it, till the Raiders spotted him. Sadly, Dimtri only had a knife. Slit slit, and the Raiders fell. He later became more seduced the way of killing, and found himself become a Raider. He has no home, but caps. He will survive.

Reputation: Not known as of yet, but the people he has crossed, never lifed to tell the tale. Hated.

Occupation: Wants to be a bodyguard of a big badass...aka, someone he cant kill.

When Dimitri first moved out, the abandoned RobCo facility greeted him with open hands. He saw this two armored fools. Dimitri approached.

Dimitri: Let me in.

Guard #1: No sir, this facility is being scouted by the Brotherhood Of Steel.

Dimitri. I ask nicely, let me in.

Guard #2: Didn't you hear him ass wipe? You. Can't. Come. In.

Dimitri: Heh, bloody Americans. We have fight yes? I win, I go, you win, I leave yes?

Guard #2: Pff, pathetic shit, lets go then, fists or guns?

Dimitri: Fists. You first.

Dimitri pointed to the second guard. This guard was clumsy, and relied on strength, thought Dimitri. He swayed and swayed until he went past his face, then Dimitri swiftly stabbed him in the neck.

Dimitri: Heh...I win. You wanna go?

The first guard reached for his back strap, where his laser rifle lay. Sadly, the only thing in his back is a knife. Dimitri was fast. He never saw it coming.

Dimitri: Mine I think.

He walked into the facility.