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RCU infantry/ Deep-Eyes Search and Destroy unit: After the National Dismantlement War The Commonwealth(Canada) sealed itself off from the rest of the world.
So far they are the only nation that has been able to move forward technologically since the war.
In their sheltered existence the Canadians began work on some of the most advanced weapons systems in the world.
The Nocturne Rifle(Pictured) is the perfect example of their technological advancement, Using a complex system of magnetic rails and liquid plasma accelerant The Nocturne fires a 12 gauge Armor-piercing slug which tears through armor and flesh alike.
Deep-Eyes units also employ a condensed plasma blade for use in melee combat(Not pictured), which cuts through almost any material substance. The armor, on the other hand, is barely stronger than standard issue USMF(United States Marine Force) combat armor.
The main advantage the Deep-Eyes have is their unique helmet, which has a built in re-breather, water purifier, and night vision and targeting system, which links to the wearers central nervous-system and increases reflexes.
The Armor itself is made of bullet-proof polymer and carbon weave, making the armor light, protective, and maneuverable.
Deep-Eyes commander James Talbot uses a customized Nocturne which he lovingly refers to as "Lil' Capper".
It's unknown how he chose the name, or even why, but the facts remain clear, the Capper is a faster firing, much more powerful variant with a much larger magazine capacity(50 rounds over the standard's 30).
Talbot also uses a heavier, more bulked up variant of the armor which is classified as Light-Power-Armor.

Neo UAR Military "Enclave" Enclave insignia(Picture Coming soon):
The Enclave is a militaristic organization directly descended from the pre-War United States government that claims to still have authority over the ravaged country.
It is composed mostly of the descendants of government officials and military officers with ties to powerful corporations who retreated to a Poseidon Energy oil rig when the Great War started.
They generally consider most people born outside the Enclave to be mutants fit only for eradication.
The Enclave takes pride in being one of the last bastions of pure strain humanity left, aside from the unopened Vaults.
Because of the effects of radiation and the Forced Evolutionary Virus on the people of the Wasteland, members of the Enclave generally do not consider them to be human any more, even if they look no less human than they do.
They, as well as other mutated creatures, like super mutants and ghouls, are considered to be sub-humans that are at best to be used as slaves, and at worst eradicated so that "true humanity" could take their place as the real nation of America.
The Enclave's government and armed forces structures mirror that of the pre-War United States government and the U.S. Army.
The government is headed by the President, and according to some speeches made on Enclave Radio there is still some form of Congress. The Enclave's scientists continue to do research on armor (e.g. the Advanced Power Armor) and weapons after the War and thus have even better equipment than the Brotherhood of Steel, who only have U.S. Military standard issue left over from when the Great War broke out.
The Enclave also has access to one of the last supplies of fossil fuel in the world and the advanced Vertibird helicopters.
One of the few old world organizations to survive the Great War, the Enclave was once the shadow government of the United States.
Members of the Enclave both embraced the idea of a nuclear war and knew that the common man could not survive it.
They believed that as long as the "important people" of the United States survived, they could regroup quickly and wipe out communism once and for all.
Though not technically part of the Enclave, many powerful corporations benefited from the Enclave's actions and their research facilities were protected during the "firestorm" of 2077.
In 2073, as the global race to exploit the handful of remaining natural resources reached its fevered peak, the United States managed to stake a claim on the world's last known supply of crude oil, buried thousands of feet beneath the Pacific Ocean.
Poseidon Oil, a major U.S. energy concern, was contracted to build an oil rig and extract the oil. Before long, the oil ran dry and it was abandoned by Poseidon.
Come 2077, with total nuclear war rapidly arriving at America's doorstep, the President of the United States and a number of other United States government officials left their posts to take refuge in a number of secret locations around the world.
Among them was the Poseidon oil rig. Here, the President himself set up a secret base from which the USA could continue to exist and wage war on China, with the eventual goal of retaking the continental United States.


Former PAC army/Hotel Moscow(PAC/Hotel Moscow grunt):
After the bombs fell the former PAC military began to rebuild Moscow, which is now the largest settlement on the globe. The new name came from their current "Base of operations" The Hotel Moscow. They utilize old Russian technology merged with new PAC technology. Commander Nikolai "Sledgehammer" Sledjionovich leads the Hotel's elite soldiers into combat using FA-36 "Krylov" battle rifles, a weapon which fires a .30 caliber case-less slug at roughly 600 RpS(Rounds per Second). Hotel Moscow soldiers typically wear brown long coats, heavy insulated trousers with a special cooling system for desert use, and a special gas-mask/helmet with a traditional Soviet Soldiers steel-top(Helmet).

Orqua Brigade: Regular infantryman
The Orqua Brigade is a splinter faction of Former Enclave soldiers who left for one reason or another.
Led by Maxamilian Thermidor the Orqua Brigade is one of few technologically advanced Post-War factions.
The Orqua Brigade uses armor that borrows design influence from the Deep-eyes combat armor, being made of light-weight polymers, and carbon-fiber.
Their main goal is to provide assistance to the Brotherhood of Steel and just to generally be a thorn in the side of the Enclave.
They utilize weapons that are technologically inferiror to the RCU they're still more advanced than the Brotherhood of Steel's weapons.
Their primary weapon is the PPk-003/65 "Bandersnatch" 5.56mm assault rifle which fires hollow-point, Micro-Explosive incendiary rounds.
((Still writing))

The Neo-Insectoid Sentience (Soldier type):

Mutated insects that became self-aware in the years following the National dismantlement war.
Typically fragile but incredibly fast and intelligent, Neo-Insectoids prefer to talk their way out of fighting, but if conflict is unavoidable even a worker can erupt in a devastating flurry of scything talons capable of cutting through standard issue power-armor.
Neo-Insectoids are incredibly intelligent, good talkers, and surprisingly welcome in most post-war cities, often as scholars and librarians.
They have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and will go out of their way to retrieve even the smallest scrap of a pre-war book.
They follow a rigid caste system and have an unshakable respect for law. Workers are the most common, often treated as pre-war Mid-Class desk-job workers.
The next step up is the military, considered law enforcement and the like, they often train less intelligent mutated insects to function as watch-dogs, with larger ones being armored and kept like Elephants.
The next step up from that is the scholars, keepers of old texts and often called upon as doctors.
The final rank is Priest, the most revered of the Neo-Insectoids, they shun violence and direct the species as a whole.
Made up of city-states across the world Neo-Insectoids are respected as scavengers and mercenaries as well.
Some believe the Neo-Insectoids to be "More Human than a regular Human.".
Most surprising though is the ready acceptance of their society.
A Neo-Insectoid worker stands at roughly 7 feet tall at the shoulder, is of wide build, and typically has four arms.
Soldiers stand at 8 feet, six inches at the tip of the "Snout", they are of slimmer build(to move faster), and only have two arms, their most defining feature is their hands which have three fingers and two opposable thumbs, one at the top of the hand, and one at the bottom.
Scholars and priests typically round out at roughly 5 feet in height and have three arms, each with a Human shaped hand.
Neo-Insectoids, despite their natural strength and agility, are surprisingly gentle when handling books, weapons, or another life-form, be it hostile or other wise.
A Neo-Insectoid will always try to approach every situation from a neutral standpoint before deciding what to do.
Neo-Insectoid society is different from regular insects in that they do not have a queen, but are instead paired with compatible matches by priests.
A Neo-Insectoid is considered an adult by the age of two and a half, roughly ten human years.
Neo-Insectoids communicate with each other in a series of audible clicks, hand gestures, and antennae movements, however, due to their nature of collecting books, which they then commit to recordable media(Usually holo-tapes or other digital media), they are fluent in practically every language.
Do note though that they do not actually move their mouths when speaking, they are capable of creating sound inside their bodies and then emitting it as they would their rasping clicks.
The Neo-Insectoid mouth has no teeth but instead two distinct sets of bony ridges made of the same material as their carapace, a set of sharpened ridges on the mandible and maxilla, and a set of blunt "Molars" behind.
Their diet is primarily meat but they can subsist on what little plant matter they can find, namely tough, hardy desert plants that store water, this is considered a delicacy among their species despite the bitter, acidic taste to humans.
Neo-Insectoid blood is acidic in nature slowly burning through soft organic substances, and burning slower through metals and dirt, It's also incredibly alcoholic(The purpose is to purify any cut naturally), thus it's valuable as liquor to raiders, slavers, and adventerous bartenders looking for something new to serve, it is best served warm.
Neo-Insectoids frequently trade scraps of technology to the Brotherhood, the Outcasts, and the Tarn for scraps of books and other "Valuable" assets, as they view technology secondary to food and books.
Some Neo-Insectoids chop together suits of Power-armor to use as additions to their natural armor.
It takes three suits of Power-Armor to make a single set for a Neo-Insectoid, mostly for the Pauldrons(Shoulder pieces) as helmets, thigh-plates, and gauntlets with the last plate used as back covering.
The under-suit is not used and traded back for more books or food.
Neo-Insectoid Chitin is often used as improvised armor for it's natural resilience to energy, and solid shell weapons.

- The Tarn -
A race of artificial intelligence/ artificial persons. Made entirely from scrap pieces of metal they find and re-smelt, then mold to make either repairs to themselves, or whole new Tarn.
The first Tarn ,Was a construction formed by the russian government.
His name was 111-0 Code name "Tarn" . He was a construct designed to find other, dismantled constructs and rebuild them anew, using scavenged materials.
The First construct he remade did not know what it was, He told it it was a part of him. A Tarn. and showed it how to scavenge and rebuild. Thus thereafter each successive rebuild construct was given the Identity of a Tarn.

The Tarn can only become Tarn by being constructed by Other Tarn.
Constructs made outside of Tarn society can not be considered Tarn and are looked at with a degree of distrust.

They function as scavengers outside of most civilizations, though they have been know to reveal themselves to trade and buy or sell scraps they find in the wastes.
The survivor colonies often refer to them as "Jackals" due to their scavenger nature.

The Tarn are hunter / gatherer constructs, Some are full mechanical, others are humans, or other species that have been mechanically enhanced and now ally themselves with the Tarn.
The tarn are not pristine, nor are any of them above killing. They are out to find new materials, and if deemed a threat YOU could be those materials.

They will scavenge any incomplete construct, meaning if a car or tank etc is missing one or more parts, they view it as free game for scrap parts.

There are two equal Classes of tarn, The "Jackals" and the "Seekers".
A Jackal's job is too act as a long range scout, and scavenger for the Tarn. They Find and process materials on the spot, and bring the finished byproducts back to the sanctuary to be used in making New Tarn, or repairing injured Tarn.

A Seeker's Job is to protect its Jackal at any cost. As the Jackals are mostly outfitted with long range weaponry, it is a Seeker's task to protect his Jackal should anything come within his firing, and in most cases Blade range.

The seekers and Jackals operate as a team due to Neural links that allow them to communicate instantly. As such their efficiency, and leathal potential is extremely high.

When approaching a Tarn it is wise to make a gift of Scraps. If a gift is offered, The Tarn in question will likely not view you as hostile, and the likelihood of them choosing you as a potential scrap pile much lower.

Important NPC's

The Capital Wasteland NPC's;

Three Dog

Protector Henry Casdin(Leader of the Brotherhood of Steel Outcasts)

Owyn Lyons(Leader of the Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel)

Sarah Lyons(Leader of "The Lyons Pride", an elite Brotherhood unit)

Harkness/A3-21

Devorak/A2-19

Ran'dayel "Rand" Alt'Thor(A Neo-Insectoid)

Allistar Tenpenny

Mister Crowley

"Dukov"

"Dave"

More to come

RCU;

Thomas "Tommy" Largo

James Talbot

Johnathan "Abrams" Abraham

Victor "Shakes" Lusoff

Keji "Kage" Ikagi

More to come

Accepted Profiles:

Alexandria Vance
Lu'Egreddo Quint'th
Quinn
18, 90 human years
Quinn
Quinn left his colony when their local priest told him to "Go out and see the world". Quinn is optimistic and outgoing, but delights in indulging his baser instincts in combat.
Quinn stands at roughly eight foot, three inches tall and weighs nearly three-hundred-and-fifty pounds.
He carries a piece of his eggshell on a leather cord in his carapace.
Quinn is skilled in the use of most human weapons, including laser weapons.
Heavy weapons are not among his proficiencies and he struggles when using heavier weapons like the mini-gun, and missile launcher.
Quinn is a skilled climber, and a good runner, with a top ground speed of 75 K/pH.
Quinn's body is marked with an ever changing array of what appear to be symetrical Ink-Blots shifting a few inches beneath the top layer of his carapace, some suspect it is to distract his enemies when in truth, It's Quinn's blood moving through his body, it simply wells up at certain spots in his Carapace.
Mercenary
His own two hands and anything he can wrap them around. Quinn also carries a modified Nocturne, which he calls "Nocturnus", it is semi-automatic and carries 24 shots per magazine but has a much higher firepower rating.

Exo-Skeleton: Quinn's natural exo-skeleton is comparable to standard issue Power-armor.

Multi-Jointed: Being descended of insects Quinn is multi-jointed, meaning he can realign his arms and legs to sprint on his hands and feet, increasing his climbing and running ability.

Razor-Claws: Quinn's naturally sharpened claws are stronger, and sharper than normal, rendering most forms of armor useless.

Limited gliding: Quinn has small almost under-developed wings but they strong enough to allow him to glide for short periods of time.
Mercenary, Quinn works for whoever pays the most.
Quinn is typically cold and hard, but once he is familiar with the group he is in, he will fight to the death to defend his friends.



Celebartion Gun
Serafina Jordan
Seraph/Angel [depending on the person]
23
Seraph
Seraph was born in the Wasteland, away from civilisation. Growing up as a nomad, her social skills didn't develop until a later stage, and she is untrusting of outsiders.
It wasn't until she was 16 that her father [who had raised her since her mother passed when she was 4] died that she finally entered the larger communities scattered around. That was when she realised she was acutely different from others around her.
Growing up, she had assumed it was normal to drink the blood of your enemy after you had slain it, just like eating it's meet after ward. She did not realize that prior to the wars that created this Wasteland there was a name for her kind, a name lost in time - vampire.
She kept this secret, letting it help her overcome battles that another girl her age would not. She grew, and became strong.
Seraph stands at 5"8', with long dark hair that is usually caked with sweat, blood, or a mixture of the two.
Skilled with most weapons, however, she prefers handguns and knives compared to long-range weaponry.
Wastelander [sometimes a Mercenary for hire if the whim takes her]
Seraph carries many assorted knives and guns. As she spent years wandering the Wastelands she has become a scavenger, and therefore takes a lot of weapons from those she kills, she is quite partial to the Nocturne plasma gun. Due to her blood-tasting, she sometimes goes through periods of physical strength in where she absorbs the strength of those whose blood she drank. When these occasions occur, she tends to use herself as a weapon.
Energy and Strength Increase: Due to her unique tendency to drink blood, she gets sudden bursts of energy and strength, like a caffeine hit, which wear away over time.

Enhanced Reflexes: She has exceptional quick reflexes which help her move, dodge and pull the trigger of her gun faster than most. These have helped in many a sticky situation.

Though she has made acquaintances among Factions, she remains a loner due to her poor social skills and growing up in the Wasteland.
Somewhat arrogant and narcissistic, there are few who know her very well. Fearing loss, she shies away from affection. Respect is a thing she admires, and once earned, she will do anything for that person.

Dust spun and whorled in an almost ethereal, care-free dance as an Enclave Eye-Bot lazily drifted past, spewing an un-ending stream of propaganda "And what about the Brotherhood of Steel? Those Power-armored boy-scouts with access to some antiquated technology!" it spewed as Quinn shook his head "War never changes indeed..." he muttered and put a 12-gauge slug through the machine.
He chuckled lightly as it dropped to the ground, sputtering loudly before finally dying.
Quinn slung his rifle over his shoulder and turned back to the cave entrance, surveying the inside carefully before finally opening what remained of the wooden door and stepping inside.
He whistled lightly as he stepped into the cave, his chitinous feet and bulk clicking loudly across the stone floor.
In the distance he spotted a large door- a Vault door, marked with a large "108" on the door.
He marked the Vault on his makeshift map and stuffed it back into his satchel, laden with several useless bits of scrap technology, including a few sensor modules, a fission battery, some spare parts for a "Mister-Gutsy", a scrap plasma pistol, and a Brotherhood of Steel Holo-Tag.
Quinn shook his head and opted not to open the door, remembering his last excursion into a vault, and shivered "no, not this time..." he said and turned his back on the massive door.
He shielded his eyes from the burning sun and sighed, as he turned on his radio and began fiddling with the dial.
Sighing after hearing the same constant stream of static and random crap he always heard he stuffed it back into his satchel.
Quinn jumped off the ledge and began walking back to the truck-trailer he had hidden most of his other "Treasure" in and quickly ducked behind a rock when he saw a group of Raiders picking through his loot.
He pulled his rifle off of his shoulder and attached the scope he had found earlier, and sighted down the barrel.
One of the raiders made a mocking impression of a Brotherhood outcast as he pranced around in the scrap suit of armor Quinn had found.
No sooner had the man started laughing than a 12-gauge slug tore through his head and splattered errant gray-matter and blood across the dirt and wall of the trailer.
The loud crack would surely attract more, or worse, but for the time being Quinn didn't care to much and sighted on to the other "Ashes to ashes friend. Nothing personal mind you." he muttered and depressed the trigger.
Another loud crack pierced the dusk as the plasma accelerated round bore down on it's mark and tore off the raiders arm.
Finally realizing where the attack was coming from the raiders regrouped and began firing at Quinn, 10mm bullets and 5.56mm rounds hitting the rock he was behind and ricocheting at odd angles into the sky.
The third raider dashed back into the cover of the trailer and re-emerged with the missile launcher Quinn had acquired from the same outcast corpse he retrieved the armor from.
Cursing loudly Quinn sighted down the scope of the weapon and fired a shot at the raider with the missile launcher, and missed.
He cursed loudly again, and slammed a fresh magazine into his rifle and clicked happily as the weapon synced to the magazine and beeped in acknowledgement.
He popped out from behind his cover and dashed to another, closer rock, shooting haphazardly at the raiders as he ran, missing most of the shots he hit one square in the chest and caused the woman to fall backward and yell in pain.
Quinn ducked behind his newer, larger rock and pulled his radio out of his satchel again and thumbed the "Broadcast" switch "To anyone who is listening, My residence has been found by a raider gang and is now under attack, most are dead, but I'm certain that more are coming, I can pay anyone who helps me!" he shouted and prayed that someone Quinn shouted and peered over the rock, firing blindly as he attempted to target the raiders as they milled about, more coming over the hills, no doubt attracted to the sound of the fighting.

Dropping down from a nearby building, and running over to truth, he quickly pulled out a lighter and started a small fire on the tip of a tree branch. After waiting for a moment he blew the fire out and quickly put the smoldering tip to the bullet wound and waited for the wound to seal. After pulling away the smoldering tip and checking over the wound to make sure it was completely sealed he walked over to the headless raider and took the backpack. Opening it to make sure all the materials were in it. After sorting through it for a couple of minutes he turned to truth and nodded quickly then resumed scavenging the dead bodies for materials