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-BASIC CHARACTER DETAILS- =========================

 Eliott 'ELI' Konrad  >> Age: Twenty  >>> Gender: Male  >> Species: Human  >>> Job: Thief, Con

-LOCAL VERSE INFORMATION- =========================

 >> Eli is a poor excuse for a wasteland wanderer,  his setting being that of Fallout: New Vegas  _I'm more than happy to play with anyone within,  or willing to come to his native Fallout home.  _If you have lack of knowledge regarding the verse,  simply toss questions at my inbox to be answered.  >>> Roleplay styles included but not limited to:  _First & third person paras, quick fire convos  _gif convos/paras, inbox prompts/convos, memes  _and whatever else you can think up.  Single line responses will be ignored.  >> Starter interactions can be found, here.  _My inbox is always open for plotting and questions.

-QUICK NAVIGATION INDEX- ========================

 >> Basic_Information  >>> Messaging_System  >> Interaction_Rules

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It’s me again, Mr. New Vegas, reminding you that we’ve got a brand spankin’ new New Vegas Directory. Having a hard time finding people to talk to? Well, no problem. Here at New Vegas Radio, we decided to throw together a directory of all the fine folks in the New Vegas and surrounding areas. So, if you’re looking to find people, look no further. Make sure to read up on all our rules, and then go ahead and let us know you want to be added. Hopefully, you’ll be making new friends in no time at all. And remember, New Vegas, if you’re ever feeling lonely just tune into New Vegas Radio. Because I’m right here, and I’m all yours.

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—— For a trader, Jensen wasn't the most patient man. Sometimes that helped, people hurried and didn't think about the price, and sometimes he lost sales because of it. Either way, he was well off enough to not care about being polite and patient unless he had to. Currently, he really didn't. "Fifty caps." fair enough price, he wasn't in the mood to end up having to haggle from seventy down to fifty. Two cans of beans, pack of smokes and a bottle of water -- mostly free water. "Yeah fifty should do." he said, leaning against the caravan. Jensen wasn't opposed to taking the fancy NCR paper money, or even old world money. Money was money -- shit, he'd even trade most of the time. But the sand was kicking up, and he wanted to get settled, because cleaning the Brahmin after a sandstorm was never fun.

He couldn’t help but smirk when the other man responded. True, he had every right to be pissy, but then again, didn’t they all? He slipped his hands in his pocket, feeling for the modest amount of coins he had with him as he listened to the other man’s words. He was right, of course. It would be unwise to just go and leave without having purchased anything. Especially since that guy in Novak could very well have run out of supplies by the time he got there. However, it was the offer for water that got him to speed things up. “How much for the pack of Marlboros and two cans of beans?” he asked the other man, something glinting by the floor catching his eye for a moment. 

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—— Interesting was an understatement. "Well..." he looked her over, eyes trying to catch a hint of the twitches, or anything that might indicate she was using. Jet, Psycho? But nothing, she didn't seem... So strange. "You don't..." he wondered what was going on up in that brain of hers. "I'm not sure why you wouldn't, but that's you, I guess." he shrugged a little, finishing the water off. Jensen had met all sorts over the years, but none so strange that he couldn't place them. If she wasn't on Chems, then what exactly was wrong with her. Maybe it was something, maybe it was nothing -- hell, for all he knew she was just some quirky little thing some with strange habits and a stranger demeanor. Either way, it didn't impact his life much, so pushing the subject just didn't interest him. "Trading, mostly." he happily let her start talking about something other than food. "Got a caravan full of stuff to sell, this is probably the best place to do it for now." he was miles out from Vegas, and even if he didn't avoid that place like the plague, he knew a few people here willing to cut some pretty good deals. "What about you. Guessin' it aint the food..."

"I don’t…." she started. "But a great deal of people seem to think I do. So most of the time, I just humor them. it’s in their nature to worry, I suppose." She shrugged, taking a tentative sip from the bottle, just to see what—if anything—would happen. She set it back down, strangely dissatisfied, and slid it back towards the man. He had finished his own, and would likely need more. 

This man regarded her much like everyone else did. There was always the raised eyebrow, the instant look of slight confusion. She knew it was because of her appearance. How flawed it was. How strange to see something so common attached to something so uncommon. Eyebots did not have bodies, she knew, and seeing her the way she was must have baffled him, same as everyone else. 

This one though, this one thought she was like him. A common misconception for her, and though he was confused, she could tell he was no threat at the moment. Just someone alone in a diner, making conversation.

She changed her expression from one of scrutiny to content. Once she had figured that there were no tricks being played, she could rest a little more. 

"So. What brings you here?" She asked, changing the subject to something better than her eating habits, or lack thereof. 

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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our program. This is Mr. New Vegas wishing you a very special day on this fine Valentines — so grab someone you love, pull them close and listen to this classic while starting a flame in their heart. If you don’t have someone special, well, consider this a song from me, to you. 

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Love is in the air here at New Vegas Radio on this warm Valentines day so put on your finest suit, grab that dress you’ve been wanting to wear, find yourself that special someone that makes you smile, and your heart go pitter-patter. Don’t have a special someone? Well, there’s always Gomorrah.

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darius-egan:

DARIUS ‘DAR’ EGAN - THIRTY - CONVICT, KILLER, MERC                                   VERSE: STRICTLY FALLOUT NEW VEGAS

.INFORMATION.

Darius is a Wasteland wanderer, set in the Fallout: New Vegas verse. I’m happy to write with anyone, but Dar doesn’t leave the Fallout world. If you’re not familiar with Fallout, but want to roleplay, just shoot me a message, and I can give you a hand. I’m open to most types of writing. Para in third person, or first person. Poetic, prose, short bursts, inbox prompts, gif conversations, chats and otherwise. I’m (despite my snarky rules and FAQ page) friendly, and I spend way too much time online when I’m not working. If you want to write, feel free to pick up any of my open starters, or send me a message to plot.

.QUICKLINKS.

RULES. FAQ. INFO.

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—— Flicking his tongue against the flat of his teeth, Jensen cracked a smile, leaning forward toward the stranger. Fingers traced the edges of his deck, cutting and shuffling them, laying the thirty-seven cards along the table. “Come on, sugar.” he kept the cards face down, eager to get in a good game. “What say we play a hand of Caravan. Fifty caps.” he tapped the table, stacking the cards and pulling out a tin that was full of bottle caps and paper money.

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DARIUS ‘DAR’ EGAN - THIRTY - CONVICT, KILLER, MERC                                   VERSE: STRICTLY FALLOUT NEW VEGAS

.INFORMATION.

Darius is a Wasteland wanderer, set in the Fallout: New Vegas verse. I’m happy to write with anyone, but Dar doesn’t leave the Fallout world. If you’re not familiar with Fallout, but want to roleplay, just shoot me a message, and I can give you a hand. I’m open to most types of writing. Para in third person, or first person. Poetic, prose, short bursts, inbox prompts, gif conversations, chats and otherwise. I’m (despite my snarky rules and FAQ page) friendly, and I spend way too much time online when I’m not working. If you want to write, feel free to pick up any of my open starters, or send me a message to plot.

.QUICKLINKS.

RULES. FAQ. INFO.

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