The Vaults

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The Vaults

Lets say you were sat down in an interrogation room because you were caught stealing a huge amount of jewelry for a second OK?

OK, cool.

The policeman sitting across the table from you sucks on his cigarette with his arms folded across his chest, leaning back on the chair glaring across the room at you, he sits there glaring for a while then stands up and walks over to where your sitting in your cold steel chair, he punches you in the head without realizing you skull has been covered with half centimeter petrified iron plates and then cries out as his hand breaks.

You sit there for a second unable to move because the chains wrapped around your arms, legs and chest have had a magical barrier placed on them making them unbreakable so you sit there smiling to yourself before you turn your head towards the cop and ask.

"Haven't you heard of honor"

As you say this outside the room your in, your other arena team buddies are slaughtering all the people they lay their eyes on, cop and convict alike. Your buddies explode into the room and the door fly's across the room and hits the cop who has been standing in the back of the room watching from the shadows killing him instantly. The cop that hit you and now has the broken hand draws a 18 gauge, quad-barreled, Gauss powered shotgun loads it with his good hand and fires it at one of your buddies who easily ducks out of the way and shoots the cop in the thy before stabbing him through the neck with a small serrated assassins blade that pops out the end of his sleeve.

"I guess not"

You say as one of your buddies unlocks the padlock holding the chains together, once you all run through the walls of the building concrete exploding everywhere and out into the cool night you spot a second arena team and scream out.


"Five v Five"

The city is your arena and soon the world will be yours.


OK with this RP its pretty much D&D fallout style, after huge nuclear warfare the last remaining bits of civilization live in small cities called vaults, around these 'vaults' huge walls have been erected to protect the people living on the inside and to prevent mutated monstrosities form getting in (or at least slow them down). For this RP we will all be starting in the same vault, a vault dedicated to developing better and more efficient ways of killing mutants and protecting vault inhabitants this is where we will all get to have fun as we play as the sons and daughters of GASH or Genetically Altered Super Humans who are able to use either magic to their disposal or use the unnatural abilities to alter the world around themselves, but unlike the parents, the second generation has been a success and their abilities have become stable. With this RP we will all start of doing our own thing and i will introduce the story when we all have looted places or got into fights for a while so enough people can join.

Template Time.

Name: Kamahl
Age: 23
Height: 7'8
Weight: 130kg
Appearance: http://s928.photobucket.com/albums/ad121/Sethlol/?action=view&current=Kamahl.jpg
Melee Weapons:

Hell Reaver: Hell Reaver is a 6 foot petrified adumantanium broadsword easily capable of slicing through even the hardest metals even weaker adumantanium it weights an approx 34kg.
Ranged Weapons: n/a
Magic:
n/a
Abilities:
Kamahl's over developed muscle tissue allows him to jump over large distances without requiring any aid also his increased heart activity gives him an increased healing factor meaning most cuts and bullet hole close in under a couple of minutes. Kamahl can also lift weights up to 250kg in one hand.

Armour:
Kamahl's armour has reflective properties in it allowing him to effectively reflect any spell cast at him the armour is petrified plated adumantanium and adds an additional 270kg to his total weight when worn

Body Modifications:
Kamahl's bones have been reinforced with petrified adumantanium allowing his bones to put up with the extreme physical stress that his incredibly dense muscle tissue puts on it.

Personality: Kamahl is a short tempered fiery GASH he usually prefers to work by himself and fight others on his own, however he will help someone if they require aid.

History:
When the GASH project got shut down Kamahl's mother dissapeared after his fathers abilities went out of control and made him go berserk, turning him into a huge mutant and being forced out of the vault. Kamahl then grew up knowing how to do nothing but fight in the Vault Arenas winning fights easily against the other inferior GASH Since then Kamahl has heard of some people that might be able to help him and the rest of his kind and so he goes out and looks for the answers of what caused his father to go berserk and to find out what happened to all the scientists from the GASH vault.



 
Name: Soren
Age: 18
height: 5'8"
weight: 126 pounds
appearance:
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Melee weapon:
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Ranged weapons: None

magic/abilities: He cannot be cut by anything. His skin has become harder that crystal but still stays mobile. This makes it virtually inpenatrable by any material. He can break stone with his skin even. His bones have grown heavy over time as they became coated and replaced with silver as a side effect of his ability and magic. His magic is to make any other substance he desires as hard as his skin is.

Armour: His armour is mostly for show and is as appears in above pic. It is made from aluminum for it to be light and is coated in colored metals for style, however he makes it as hard as his skin, effectively making it a very hard metal. the purple cloth-like energy is the aura of his armour, flowing with his emotions, if it moves elegantly he is calm. If it moves rapidly and fast he is angry, so on so forth. this aura is harmless to everything and cannot harm anything and cannot go thru things either.

Body mods: His bones have become made from silver, making him feel heavy. His skin has grown hard over time and can lo longer be penatrated, however this was a mistake that was trashed.

Personality: he is not a hatefull person, but he is also not a loving one either. He has no friends, only comrads and allys. Thats how he thinks of it. He wishes to someday be a hidden speck of history, to be signifacant but not be famed. He is a very Modest and quiet person that chooses to do as he wishes

History: Soren was tested as a kid for several things. By age 10 he already had well over 30 tests done on him. One day, after so many tests around age 15 he bagan to get harder skin, and needles needed more force to be pressed in. Eventually the people doing the tests could no longer push the needle at all. His skin had become hard as stone at that point. They then began testing the durability of his skin. All Sorens life was was an experiment. He had no childhood, no parents, no family and no friends. And even in this life of testing, hewas not accepted. He was called a valuable mistake. Something that could not be repeated, and they almost discarded him unless he were to prove himself otherwise. They bombarded him with several things, but at that point hs skin was indestructable. They could not burn him, nor freeze him. Air preassure did nothing and not even the sharpest blade would do him harm. Of course to him this was daily life. At 18 he was able to escape, out of mere ceriousity of what the outside was like. He grew envy for what he saw. He eventually became a theif and rebel, and a hidden figure at that.
 
Sweet as man ur in well just wait for a few more ppz ta join
 
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