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Screenfox

"Uh Jack..." He looked down at the man now in writhing pain. "Hey Mick, I think it may be time to visit Doc again." He helped the man back up with his good hand. "Not a friend, bugger owes me money, but everyone knows him." He turned back to see the fight start. He didn't yell because he had a pretty good idea on who would win. He was almost always right. He wasn't about to be wrong on a simple slave fight...

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jake_holland

(Yeah...I got the inspiration from someone that lived in a metro tunnel....not real of course)

Grid saw the large building before Cyst did, and he automatically powered up his laser, out of sight of the guardss. When they reached it, the guards stared at Cyst in her strange armor for a moment, turning to stare at Grid in much the same way, before one spoke. "Well...um...ma'am, you'll have to, um, leave your weapons, armor, and the little robot here with us before you can enter. Cyst frowned under her helmet, and spoke. "Um...what is this place?" The guy stared at her in shock. "Well...It's a casino..." Cyst nodded. She knew what a casino was, and she knew that you could get cheated in one. But you could also find information in one. "Could you suggest what activity will have the most people?" The guard nodded, and pointed at a sign inside that said 'Slave Fights!' and Cyst grinned. She quickly and deftly took off the suit with the help of Grid, who didn't even bother telling her the stupidity of going into what he would have called a cesspit, unarmed, without even his company. She revealed the jumpsuit that she wore underneath her suit of armor, and the men stared even more at her mismatched and somewhat ugly look, before letting her in.

Grid crawled on top of the door, waiting for Cyst to come out and giving dreadfully cold glares at every person that went through the door. Cyst followed the signs to the 'Slave Fights' and found herself increasingly uncomfortable as she did. When she made it there, the first thing she saw was a man break anothers wrist. She looked on horrified, then followed the one that had broken his wrist, speaking to him. "Why did you break his wrist?" She spit out irritatedly, though this man seemed frightening.

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DeadManDown

"He threw a punch and-" he stared at what he considered near human for a moment and then continued" I acted in self-defense, excuse me for a moment." He turned away "I'll stay here, to watch the fight." Darren said to Jack, as he carried the drunk man away.
Man, right now it seems I'm more dignified than these people. They act like a rabble of rabid ghouls fighting over the last bit of fresh meat.
So he stood there and watched the Blue ruthelessly kill the Red.
Then Darren had an idea...one that he thought would be pretty fun.
He looked around for the man in charge.
Finally finding him, he explained his idea.

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Standing in the arena, Wearing the blue characteristics of his side, he charged at the man in red. Grabbing his face, he threw him to the ground and kneeled on him, beating in his face. Satisfied and covered in blood, he stood up and cheered.
Coming out he took his money off the man thinking "That was fun.". He turned towards the...thing... and said "Here" and handed her a quarter of the money. "So whats YOUR name?" he asked curiously.

Screenfox

((I didn't leave with the man I just helped him up))

"Okay, sure." he watched the fight. Who ever that crazy girl was she was not my problem. Oh look my bet won. There were a few groans of disappointment and some cheers. He turned to the bet taker. "I am buying that mans freedom. I want him to work for me now." He placed money down on the table. Then went over to the black jack table and sat down with a bet on the table. So here I am again...

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DeadManDown

(( Oh crap, I'm confused ...just a bit.))

Darren was feeling thirsty. Heading over to a table, he sat down.
Ordering drink after drink, he started to feel...drunk.
Slouching over his table, he told a waiter to shut his mouth when he said Darren should stop. Then everything blacked out and he fell fowards on the table, intoxicated and covered in blood, snoring.
Then, due to his drunkeness, he didn't notice that someone started to drag him off.

jake_holland

"Cyst." She answered, before following him and watching as he consumed alcohol. Idiot, that will impair him greatly... She thought, and she was correct as he slouched more and more, finally drunk to the point of not noticing another person dragging him away. She gave him a light kick in the ribs. "Wake up, you're being dragged." then gave another kick, harder, to his head.

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amonaraize

I need to name my character in Fallout3 lol, toss me some good names please.

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Screenfox

((Aaron, Nico, Tabby, Kat (M or F), Damion, Lora, or maybe Nora))

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Penitent Soul

~I don't know if this thread is still up and running, but if it is then i would like to jump in! ~

Name: Deimos

Age: Unknown

Appearance: Deimos, being an Android of the Commonwealth, is a perfect being, without blemish or bodily blight, aside from those scars he has gained from his many close encounters with death. His left eye is a sickly silver, while his right eye is a deep, stormy blue. His synthetic muscle holds a strength unknown to any human man of his exact size and stature, and are almost unnaturally toned so that every small movement can be seen under skin. Deimos stands at about six feet, one inch in height, and weighs about 160 pounds. His straight, black, shoulder length hair falls neatly around his head like a crown streaked with white highlights, and adds to his unnatural appearance. All in all, Deimos can strike his namesake into his enemies just by his appearance, though with his added attire and armament that is even further enhanced.

Gear: Deimos, like most Hunter Androids, carries his own unique and powerful weapon: An AX - 88 Plasma rifle, fitted with a long range Scope, and an interchangeable reflex scope for closer quartered combat. His Rifle is also capable of allocating Energy between less powerful, but higher RoF bolts, or high powered, lower RoF bolts. For Melee combat, Deimos carries a serrated twelve inch combat knife with guards and a gripped handle with a smaller 3 inch blade protruding from the Pommel. In addition, Deimos carries a small number of plasma grenades, and mines. In contrast to Deimos powerful arsenal, his attire is somewhat of a joke. He is always found wearing a Mercenary Grunt uniform.

Skills: Deimos is what many would call a 'computer wiz', and can hack nearly any terminal as well as robot. He is also quite a successful thief.

Personality: Deimos is as his name implies, a Terror to everyone and thing that are unlucky enough to cross his path. The reasons behind his hatred of almost everyone and everything, as well as his apparent quiet and perhaps even shy nature can be attributed to his harsh treatment by the hands of his masters when he served the Commonwealth, as well as the fact that he was constantly hounded by those he once called friends and allies when he served as a Hunter himself, which explains why he has trust issues. There are those who were successful in bringing out Deimos good side, and suppressed happy nature, but most fail, either due to death by his hands, or his unwillingness to open up.

History: Deimos was built by Commonwealth scientists as a prototype hunter, they had made some personality improvements, or so they thought, as well as combat and tech improvements to the original model, while at the same time they hoped they had worked out some of the quirks of the original models, as they had made a habit of escaping. Apparently their hopes were unfounded, and after about 20 years of proud service as a hunter android, hunting down and capturing his escaped brethren and returning them to the custody of his masters, he himself began to dream of freedom, which was not as common in his class as it was in say, the worker models. One day some of his idealistic charges began speaking of the outside world, and how if he helped them escape that they would find fame and fortune in the wastelands as well as the promise of many heated and bloody battle fought and won, and that is what drove his immense curiosity over the edge. Gathering his belongings, Deimos, along with three worker Androids made their escape. Truthfully, Deimos simply user those that followed him as decoys and bullet soakers, for he knew that they would never prove useful to him, for Deimos always did have a sort of solitary mentality. The life he had chosen by leaving the Commonwealth was not as grandeur filled or happy as he imagined, and he was met with much strife and peril, causing him to relinquish his android designation and take on the title of Deimos, the name of the Greek God of Terror, for that is what he experienced every waking and sleeping moment, as well as what he intended to strike into all who opposed him. through all he has survived, and come what may, Deimos intended to survive and overcome every obstacle, while making a name for himself in the wastelands.

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bakermargar

I need to name my character in Fallout3 lol, toss me some good names please.



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