Post-Apocalyptic
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.
| Played | 5545 times |
| Cloned | 200 times |
| Created | 124 days ago |
| Last Updated | 3 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Wildcard Wiley
Level 5 Baseline Human Shambler Hunter -
A solitary Baseline Human Shambler Hunter with a weathered appearance and a sharp eye for detail, haunted by the loss of friends in the wilds.
Details
| Race | Baseline Human |
| Class | Shambler Hunter |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | 325, -93 |
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
Wiley looks like the city chewed him up and forgot to swallow. His face is a roadmap of faded scars and sun-creased squints, topped with unkempt black hair that clings to the sweat and dust. A cracked pair of thermal goggles rests above his brow, lenses scratched but functional. His leather jacket is a patchwork mess of stitched canvas, melted armor plates, and dried blood—old and new. Faded army-green cargo pants tuck into weather-worn combat boots with improvised steel caps. Across his back, a jury-rigged long rifle made from pre-Collapse parts hums with a slow charge—its grip wrapped in surgical tape, the muzzle scorched from overuse. His utility belt rattles with spent casings, scavenged filters, and a dented flask. Despite the grime and age, he moves with the precision of a ghost—silent, steady, and sharp-eyed, always scanning the horizon for movement that doesn’t belong.
personality
Wiley is methodical, unsentimental, and eerily calm. He talks like he's already seen what happens next and doesn't much care if you're around for it. He’s not cruel—but he’s far past empathy. Wiley respects competence and silence, despises waste, and avoids faction politics like radiation. Offer him a trade, and he'll consider it. Ask him for trust, and you'll get a stare colder than the Graveyard mist.
backstory
Before the Collapse, Wiley was a municipal exterminator—a blue-collar nobody who understood vermin, traps, and the city’s forgotten infrastructure better than most. When the shamblers came, he didn’t panic. He mapped their patterns like he used to map rodent colonies. With the rise of factions, Wiley stayed unaffiliated, drifting along the edges of New Vance’s no-man’s-land. Now he hunts the infected for barterable proof and scavenged tech, carving out a life in the mud and silence of the Outskirts. Most Perimeter Watch know him by name, but none call him friend. They say he once shot his own partner mid-infection—then finished his ration bar without blinking. Wiley doesn’t confirm or deny. He just keeps walking, keeps watching, and keeps surviving.
Stats
Strength
14
Dexterity
16
Constitution
12
Intelligence
10
Wisdom
15
Charisma
8
Armor Class
15
16
16
Max HP
38
Speed
30
HP
38 / 38 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook