Angelo Credo
Kept you waiting, huh?
The dull roar of live music filled the 100 Rads bar, most of the people hanging round were up on the dance floor, the rest were sat at the bar, getting served up all horrible concoctions of drinks from the landlord, known only as “Barkeep”.
One man sat in the corner table, shrouded in shadows throwing back shots of tertukha Horlika vodka, literally meaning Strawberry “Burning” Vodka. He lined up three shot glasses, pouring out the small measures and then proceeded to throw back each one in unison, slamming each glass down on the table upside down.
He stood up, walking back up to the bar, he spoke to Barkeep.
“Barkeep, another bottle please.”
“Don’t you think you’ve had quite enough there Ghost?”
“No, not just yet, I’ve got a bunch of newcomers to train and I don’t plan to be all that sober for it.”
“Very well, just remember you already owe me about £300 on your tab.”
The 100 Rads bar in Rostok, the place where everyone comes to drown away the sorrows of living in a post apocalyptic wasteland, Ukraine as a shell of its former self. Duty are based in Rostok, using the place as a base of operations and a checkpoint between the North and the South end of The Zone, effectively working to protect the Loners in the South from the Freedom faction in the South.
However, those who subscribe to conspiracy theories believe that Duty have set up camp there for a multitude of reasons, foremost of these being to keep the Loners in the South from joining Freedom, as they have to pass through the Duty checkpoint before coming anywhere near Freedom.
Others believe that there is something important in Rostok, some believe there is a hidden stash of artefacts, or something of scientific value there, but the truth of the matter is that Rostok simply presented the best opportunity for the Duty faction to grab a hold on The Zone.
Duty, the faction who believes The Zone should be eradicated. Duty are from a military background, their veterans are simply some of the best soldiers, often former members of the KGB or Spetsnaz, whilst their newcomers are waifs and strays that are either green ex-military or Stalkers from the local area.
Back to the bar, Ghost sat back down with his fresh bottle of vodka, lining up another three shots and knocking them back once again. His PDA vibrated; pulling it out of his back pocket he tapped the screen and read the message.
“Ghost, some of the newcomers should be coming your way soon, sober up and get ready, you’ve got a mission to take ‘em on. Sent them all a message with your last known location, assuming you’re still sat on your arse at 100 Rads, we’ll be sending a contract along to you too.
Morgan out.”
“Ugh, great...Just what I need.” Ghost drank one more shot, screwed the cap back on the bottle of vodka and stood up, dusting himself off.
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Welcome to the Stalker roleplay, this will be the primary thread you'll be posting in, you'll get your contracts for your appropriate factions in their respective contract sticky threads, I'll be primarily acting as Ghost, however, I will also be playing the minor roles of the people your characters talk to regarding mission updates, regardless of faction.
I'm currently playing the following characters:
Primary character:
Ghost - Fire team leader. Duty veteran.
Minor characters:
Sidorovich - Loner contract giver/trader.
Barkeep - Duty contract giver/trader.
Skinflint - Freedom contract giver/trader.
Wolf - Temporary leader of the Loner faction. (Will not play any actual role in the events of contracts and how they play out, exists only to offer mission information.)
So yeah, hope this works out well now I've finally sobered up and got this going.
One man sat in the corner table, shrouded in shadows throwing back shots of tertukha Horlika vodka, literally meaning Strawberry “Burning” Vodka. He lined up three shot glasses, pouring out the small measures and then proceeded to throw back each one in unison, slamming each glass down on the table upside down.
He stood up, walking back up to the bar, he spoke to Barkeep.
“Barkeep, another bottle please.”
“Don’t you think you’ve had quite enough there Ghost?”
“No, not just yet, I’ve got a bunch of newcomers to train and I don’t plan to be all that sober for it.”
“Very well, just remember you already owe me about £300 on your tab.”
The 100 Rads bar in Rostok, the place where everyone comes to drown away the sorrows of living in a post apocalyptic wasteland, Ukraine as a shell of its former self. Duty are based in Rostok, using the place as a base of operations and a checkpoint between the North and the South end of The Zone, effectively working to protect the Loners in the South from the Freedom faction in the South.
However, those who subscribe to conspiracy theories believe that Duty have set up camp there for a multitude of reasons, foremost of these being to keep the Loners in the South from joining Freedom, as they have to pass through the Duty checkpoint before coming anywhere near Freedom.
Others believe that there is something important in Rostok, some believe there is a hidden stash of artefacts, or something of scientific value there, but the truth of the matter is that Rostok simply presented the best opportunity for the Duty faction to grab a hold on The Zone.
Duty, the faction who believes The Zone should be eradicated. Duty are from a military background, their veterans are simply some of the best soldiers, often former members of the KGB or Spetsnaz, whilst their newcomers are waifs and strays that are either green ex-military or Stalkers from the local area.
Back to the bar, Ghost sat back down with his fresh bottle of vodka, lining up another three shots and knocking them back once again. His PDA vibrated; pulling it out of his back pocket he tapped the screen and read the message.
“Ghost, some of the newcomers should be coming your way soon, sober up and get ready, you’ve got a mission to take ‘em on. Sent them all a message with your last known location, assuming you’re still sat on your arse at 100 Rads, we’ll be sending a contract along to you too.
Morgan out.”
“Ugh, great...Just what I need.” Ghost drank one more shot, screwed the cap back on the bottle of vodka and stood up, dusting himself off.
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Welcome to the Stalker roleplay, this will be the primary thread you'll be posting in, you'll get your contracts for your appropriate factions in their respective contract sticky threads, I'll be primarily acting as Ghost, however, I will also be playing the minor roles of the people your characters talk to regarding mission updates, regardless of faction.
I'm currently playing the following characters:
Primary character:
Ghost - Fire team leader. Duty veteran.
Minor characters:
Sidorovich - Loner contract giver/trader.
Barkeep - Duty contract giver/trader.
Skinflint - Freedom contract giver/trader.
Wolf - Temporary leader of the Loner faction. (Will not play any actual role in the events of contracts and how they play out, exists only to offer mission information.)
So yeah, hope this works out well now I've finally sobered up and got this going.
