I would like to thank Aiid for making these descriptions for the clans and for holding the clan list
So this is supposed to be the new, updated clan list. I have removed any clans that I no longer see around and I changed the format a bit. If you want you clan on the list, please comment. Thank you and have a nice day.
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To those who wear the collar, they bear a curse. They may be gifted with near immortal life. They may always come back from what kills them in a brand new body absent any wounds. However they also have a unique knowledge of what it is like to die in various ways. Dorado felt the steel cable tighten about his neck, biting into the flesh and even it severing his head. The collar he wore transmitted to the ancient cloning system what all that felt like as every cell being damaged screamed as they were killed. He heard the Chota chant and cheer at his demise. He remembered their faces, he remembered their expressions. Above all, he remembered their symbol. "Fucking savages...all of them!" Dorado thought in the ethereal blue of the Lifenet cloning system.
It was a quiet night in particular for the Kathens siblings. The only noise of significance was the wind blowing against the creaking walls of the abandoned house, and the occasional crunch as they bit into bruised fruits. The oil lamp on withered coffee table was the only thing keeping the room lit, and dark outlines of their faces were glowing softly in the light. Stanley got up from his chair, stepping out of the radius of the light.
A man is standing in the middle of the desert. He pulls out a sharpened piece of scrap metal and cuts open a blue envelope. He takes out a neatly folded piece of paper that says: "The code word is "GOD""
"Oh, we are getting a bit melodramatic aren't we?" - he chuckles and mockingly gets down on his knees with a grin: "Ok, I got this... let's see...
(the light on his clone collar suddenly blinks green)
I am sorry for my sins with all my heart.
In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good,
I have sinned against you
whom I should love above all things.
(( Different song to accompany each part. We start with The Whistler. ))
Revenge is a hallmark of humanity. It's one of those things that drive people to lengths that others would deem to be insane. Some waste their lives on this pursuit. Others expend everything to achieve that goal with a rage filled desire. Few become exactly what they hate in order to destroy it. However there is a type of revenge that some could say is better than all types.
Great works are often accomplished with the aid of many. A building is erected, a mountain is moved, a river has its course changed. But all great works start as the idea of a single person.
For the next several days Dorado tended to the wounds the subjects developed. Where they feared and resisted the other Doctors they almost welcomed Dorado's approach knowing he will aid them. Even the tribal woman had learned to fear Dorado a little less. However, she didn't speak any beyond a mumbled phrase or threat. Nor did she give back the fingers she had bit off, swallowed, passed, and kept the bones as a trophy.
Two men and a large rabbit sat around a campfire. One in little armor but with large, heavy, skull crushing weapons, the other a bird-masked man with a mohawk and covered in Traveler leathers, a heavy chain padlocked around his neck. The Rabbit seemed larger than most and a jagged scar interrupted the otherwise sleek fur around its left side.
"What do you want?" The Larger brute asked, his large hand almost tenderly petting the bunny's head.
"To stand with you and the family, of course." The voice that came from the mask was not quite human, it had the rattle and buzz of an assisted voice mechanism. On closer look, the breather mask appeared to be fused to his skull, not merely a decoration. "but..."
"What do you Want?" The large man pushed again, watching his companion's body language.
((OOC Note: Me and my friend are still fairly new to the Fallen Earth RP community. We're very adaptable to lots of different kinds of RP, and we're always willing to try new things.))
A Dog disobeys. You strike it. It will learn not to do as it had. The result is a beast that will obey you and fear you. However, if you strike a Dog enough, it bites back. The trick is knowing when enough is enough. When you enjoy the pain you inflict though, you push past that limit. Even if the master makes amends the Dog will always remember.
((Testing to see if changing membership to moderated makes a difference per Reaper. It didn't work.. dammit to hell.
Anyway just a short note on what Sang is currently doing IC.))
The Last Haven Group will should only see this
Feel free to discuss and suggest
There is one name that remains on my list here, right between Joe Spivey and Madam Kaho's name. All the other names get crossed with sidenotes like: "she is dead" and "he is tagged and taken care of". There is a note next to Veronica Volt's name though and it says: "Pants". It's an' old gang lingo and it can mean many things. For example it can mean "cheap date", someone you can easily slip into like a good pair of pants. But here it means something else, someone you can confide in safely.
Then why is her name still uncrossed? I gotta be real gentle with her, since I can see that the color of the pen used to write her name is the same as the original date on the list. She is on the list for so long now it seems. Better keep it that way. Who knows, maybe she is behind it all?
Waffelhus Enterprises A/S
(in co-operation with Hope Springs Town Council)
I stand near the gate post , its been a confusing day today , this is my first time to go raiding , shoot to kill everyone , taking what we can and burn the rest . This isn't like the family i knew at prison , we all became monsters ... Especially me , i still remember how i shot that child , he was begging for food fifteen years ago , that could have been me .
What have i do-
" BES! OPEN THE GATE , WEVE GOT A PRISONER!! " what i see through the gate bars is one small lean figure on lightbearer aurmor , a light bright's been captured , as i opened the gate i immediately felt sorry as the figure begged for her life .
Now you say you've found someone that you love better
That's the way it's happened every time before
And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow
Cryin' time will start when you walk out the door
Considering I've already written a page about their military doctrine (Dominion), I found it unnecessary to do so again. So I suppose its time for my anti climatic finale: The Behind-The-Scenes.
(( Inspirational song for the story: The White Buffalo - Oh Darling, what have I done and OOC Comments at the end of the story, rather than the beginning.))
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
So hello everyone! I'm a completely new player to this (besides maybe 30 min from an earlier steam curiousty) but since I found there is RP on the game I want to give it another shot. I mean really, post apoc RP who doesn't want to try that?
Anyway I have no idea where to really begin with this game in terms of finding RP, are there custom chat channels, what are the hot spots, is it mostly Clan RP or do people randomly meet eachother as well?
Just a few questions while I get used to this game, and snicker at the very odd jumping animation.
It's a common mistake in the wasteland. You see someone who could be hostile. You attack and find out too late that they weren't hostile to you. In fact they harbored no ill intention towards you. Since you fired first, you made it clear your intentions even if you were being cautious. Now a person who was not an enemy is. However this was not the case for this exact moment in Dorado's life.
Now... Danny has bean not likeing his farms only lasting 5 hours, he wants more time to grow his Potato Mrk2's! so... he is now trying to prove his theory, this is a story of how Danny...trys to find out why is this!
Fuckin cuntin skally wag wee bastards... who the fuck thay think thay are....
The few years I've been roleplaying in Fallen Earth, I've had to deal with all kinds of people, both good and bad. Most were willing to learn, but theres always a few folks who dont fit in or cant get it into their heads that people arent interested in their theme. Rather than bitch, void ideas or cry for a GM, I tend to work around every situation and do as much of it In Character as possible. Recently someone asked me how I put up with "irritating roleplayers" so calmly, so I decided a series of stories about the worst roleplayers I've encountered in other communities would provide a better example of what NOT to do in roleplay rather than bland list of rules and personality types I keep an eye out for.
Hello members of Ferp my name in game and here is Kezie . Im very very new to Ferp and would like to take this time out to say hi to everyone here. I am a big rper that came from SWTOR rp and found it somewhat stale for my taste. Im very big on open rp and good rp story. Again just wanted to say hi because I know no one and just wanted to start off in this new community strong. I will be putting up a bio of my character once I get the hang of the game.If you see me in game say hi to me and also where should I put my bio? Hello again Ferp !!! Glad to be here.
Brigg's Point, Kaibab Forest, about 3 months ago.
The night had descended over the forest when the blightwolf came to a stop. A loud thud and the rider came off the back of the beast. The rider stumble back on his feet and pats the wolf's muzzle. Dragging his feet he came up to the door of the cabin and entered just to fall flat on his face.
'Dorado found himself on the beach again. Everything was the same as his usual dream of being there yet something was different. He felt guilty standing there. Guilty over the fact that he helped do to others what was done to him. While he wasn't actively participating he had not tried to stop it and had assisted in its continuation. He saw his friends whom he had lost and felt ashamed to approach them. He turned away and forced himself to awaken.'
Hey chaps and chapesses. Got released from hospital yesterday so i currently spending a week of R&R with my sister and brother in law. The operation has left me pretty exhausted for much of the time so i doubt i will make it in game this week. But hey, at least I can still annoy everyone on FERP :)