Forum:D.C Wanderers

Introduction
Allo Everybody. My name is Fallout3Maniac. I am going to start a (hopefully) ongoing story about a group of people who's quest is to try to re-civilize the Capital Wasteland. I DID get this idea from Optimist of the Waste's "New Vegas Wanderers" mind you. So with out furthurado, this get this thing started!

Rules

 * No Super-characters
 * Respect each other
 * No racism

Participants
Fallout3Maniac 04:38, May 14, 2010 (UTC)

Character Layout
Name:

Age:

Race:

Weapons/Appearel: (One Weapon, 2 pieces of apperal)

Eyes:

Hair:

Weight:

Summary:

Characters
Name: Quentin Age: 25

Race: Caucaisen

Weapons/Appearel: 9mm, Black Tee-shirt, Brown shorts

Eyes: Light blue

Hair: Black

Weight: 190 Lbs

Summary: Born in a rural environment, Quentin was raised on a small ranch in the middle of nowhere with his brother, David, and two Parents, Peter and Mary. One day whilst Quentin was feeding the brahmin, and David was tending to purifying dirty water, both heard a door slam and soon after, gunshots. The brothers then saw a group of 3 men walk out of the house with their parents heads. Quentin quickly went into the house, got his 9mm, got his brother some sort of blunt weapon, some food, and set out after the group.

Name: David

Age: 23

Race: Caucaisen

Weapons/Appearel: Plank, White Tee, Blue Jeans

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Brown

Weight: 170 Lbs

Summary: Same story as Quentin.

Story
Chapter One: On the Prowl

"What the hell happened back there Quent?" David asked as he was trying to keep up to his brother who was going twice his speed. He stopped abruptly, making David almost run into him. "What happened? What happened?! Are you blind AND deaf David? Those guys just killed our parents!" Quentin shouted. "Well, what are we going to do Quentin? You expect us to take on a group of men who are probably armed with machine guns, with a plank a a gun with 8 bullets?! Don't be ridiculous Quent!" David started to yell as well. "Actually, yes." Quentin said in a more gentle tone. " I plan to get them while they are sleeping. One bullet for each head, granted they don't wake up, and I'll have 5 bullets remaining." Quentin said cocking his gun. "See that?" He said pointing towards the sun. " It's maybe only 1 or 2 hours till nightfall, they are bound to set up camp soon." Quentin explain. " How would we even know where they are encamped?" David asked. "That, brother, is how" Quentin said pointing towards a silver-gray outline in the sky. 'Fire, haha!" Then Quentin set off towards what he presumed was the assassin's camp. "God, you better be right Quent..." And David set off after him.

And all the while Quentin was laughing hysterically in his head. Little did David know that his brother slipping slowly towards insanity.

Fallout3Maniac 04:38, May 14, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter Two: