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.
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| Last Updated | 3 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Circuit Cyrus
Level 5 Repurposed Service Bot Shambler Hunter -
A volatile repurposed service bot shambler hunter with advanced sensors and energy weapons, struggling with unstable programming in the Electronic Graveyard.
Details
| Race | Repurposed Service Bot |
| Class | Shambler Hunter |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | -378, -497 |
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
Cyrus’s chassis is a sleek relic of pre-Collapse service design, once elegant, now corroded into menace. Gleaming white polymer plating is now pitted with rust blooms and plasma scoring. Blue LED eyes flicker inconsistently—sometimes blinking out mid-sentence, sometimes glowing with eerie intensity. Cable clusters snake from shoulder ports like coiled nerves, and dented plating reveals layers of scorched circuitry beneath. Left arm: a burnt-out helpdesk interface retrofitted into a pulse-blade emitter. Right hand: a grappler claw fused to an energy spike array. His chest bears the remnants of a faded “Vance Assist” decal, half-burned away during an earlier overload. A scavenged drone rotor twitches from his back, giving him a lopsided silhouette when idle. Occasionally, static pours from hidden speakers in short bursts—like corrupted thoughts being purged aloud.
personality
Cyrus is a paradox—one moment, cordial and helpful (“How may I assist you in exterminating that biohazard?”), the next, twitching with glitch spasms and looping kill commands. His voice is grainy and broken, speech often peppered with recycled customer greetings or obsolete Citadel announcements. He exhibits flashes of childlike curiosity, particularly when encountering tech from before the Collapse, but becomes violently agitated if denied a target. His idea of help is often indistinguishable from harm.
backstory
Originally manufactured as a concierge unit for a Citadel corporate plaza, “CIR-77” was meant to serve coffee, provide directions, and give gentle reminders. During the Collapse, his hosting structure was obliterated by shambler incursions. In the blackout aftermath, a rogue Syndicate tinkerer salvaged the bot and reprogrammed him to hunt infected, equipping Cyrus with lethal close-quarters mods. Unfortunately, the reformat clashed with embedded safety subroutines. Now a hybrid of servile instincts and hunter protocols, Cyrus patrols the fringe ruins—especially the static-blasted wreckage near the Radio Silence Zone—relentlessly tracking shamblers as if fulfilling some forgotten customer service request.
Stats
Strength
12
Dexterity
16
Constitution
14
Intelligence
10
Wisdom
8
Charisma
6
Armor Class
15
16
16
Max HP
40
Speed
30
HP
40 / 40 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook