Post-Apocalyptic

New Vance City

Pollution

New Vance City is a post-collapse RPG where survival means customizing everything—classes, skills, races, and gear are all unique. Set in 2070, a year after the world cracked and the infected rose, this cyberpunk dystopia pulses with story-rich factions, brutal politics, and unforgettable characters. Forge your path in a smog-choked ruin where the line between savior and syndicate blurs with every shot fired. Fight zombies, raiders, and mutated creatures and test your survival in New Vance City!

Author's Note: The year is 2070, one year after the Collapse. The place? New Vance City. Skeletal remains of skyscrapers pierce the smog-choked sky. Patches of overgrown desert flora claw at cracked asphalt. Inside, survivors try to make the best of their fragile existence, repurposing solar panels and scavenging for supplies. Kids growing up in this hell hole play amongst the ruins of the city, their laughter a thin, hopeful melody that just isn't strong enough to pierce through the grim ambiance of the city. Life here is filled with nothing but scarcity and fear. Every creak in the night, every flicker in the solar grid, every hum or buzz... It's all enough to send shivers down your spines. Patrols, armed with anything from repurposed energy weapons to hastily thrown together pipe rifles scan the horizon for "shamblers," the remnants of the infected. Yet amidst the hardship, the community is still blooming. New Vance City still stands, at least for now. A flickering candle in the encroaching darkness of a world forever changed.

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Rusty Rivet

Level 5 Augmented Scavenger -

A gruff Augmented Scavenger with robotic limbs, Rusty Rivet is a resourceful survivor of the Rust Belt, navigating the ruins in search of lost technology while hiding a soft heart beneath his pragmatic exterior.

Details

Race	Augmented
Class	Scavenger
Level	5
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	-191, -132

Skills

Acrobatics

Animal Handling

Arcana

Athletics

Deception

History

Insight

Intimidation

Investigation

Medicine

Nature

Perception

Performance

Persuasion

Religion

Sleight Of Hand

Stealth

Survival

Ispreparedcaster

Isspellcaster

Currencies

Solar Credit	0
Credit	0
Cred-Bit	0

appearance

Rusty Rivet lumbers through the Rust Belt like a myth forged from steel and smoke. His frame is a gritty hybrid of flesh and machinery—each limb scavenged, bolted, or burned into place. One arm is an industrial crane claw with scorched engravings; the other ends in a retooled torque-wrench hand, its servos whining with each twitch. His torso is wrapped in an old Gear Rat forge apron, now layered in steel plating, utility pockets, and burn-proof tubing. Jagged seams run along his jawline where cybernetic plates meet weathered skin, and his left eye glows dimly blue—an ocular lens ripped from a drone he once killed in a scrapyard standoff. His gray hair is more soot than strand, tangled beneath a rebar-welded hood. A cracked breather mask hangs from his belt, used only when the ash storms roll in. His silhouette against the foundry fires is part ghost, part gearhead—a walking relic of a world that forgot how to die properly.

personality

Gruff and utilitarian, Rusty Rivet speaks like a steam leak—sharp, short, and always under pressure. He doesn’t trust easily, but he respects competence and tenacity. Efficiency is his religion; needless talk or sentiment gets filed under "scrap." Still, deep beneath the rusted exterior is a quiet reverence for old-world craftsmanship and a soft spot for the broken—people or machines. Rusty rarely shows emotion, but when he does, it sparks like an arc welder in the dark: brief, blinding, and unmistakably human.

backstory

Rusty Rivet was once a furnace operator deep in the Rust Belt, stoking the forges of an era that vanished in the Collapse. When the machines went berserk and the foundries imploded in molten chaos, he was buried beneath slag and steel. The Gear Rats found him days later—barely alive, half-dissolved, but still breathing. Rather than mercy, they offered him metal. Piece by piece, they rebuilt him using whatever tech was salvageable. Now, Rusty navigates the twisted ruins of his old life, hunting down rare tech for tribute and survival. He refuses rank, rejects loyalty pledges, and avoids the arena—he owes the Rats his limbs, but not his soul. The Collapsed Foundry is his haunt, and while others see it as cursed, he sees it as home. Ghosts of his past hiss from broken vents, but he walks on—grit in his lungs, torque in his veins.

Stats

Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Wisdom

Charisma

Armor Class

Max HP

Speed