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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| Cloned | 200 times |
| Created | 124 days ago |
| Last Updated | 3 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Doctor Dorian
Level 5 Augmented Medic -
An enigmatic male Augmented Medic obsessed with his research in a hidden laboratory, driven by a desire to uncover the secrets of electromagnetic interference.
Details
| Race | Augmented |
| Class | Medic |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | -175, -678 |
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
Doctor Dorian is a gaunt, pale man cloaked in the remnants of a once-immaculate Citadel lab coat, now scorched and grease-stained at the hem. His short black hair sticks up in erratic clumps, as though constantly jolted by unseen currents. Vivid blue cybernetic veins pulse beneath his skin, especially around his temples, throat, and forearms—evidence of deeply embedded augmentations. His tactical suit bears faint Citadel insignia, hastily scraped off. A modular exospine juts subtly from beneath his collar, interfacing with a mess of instruments clipped to his belt: bio-syringes, dermal scanners, defib coils. A cracked retinal HUD flickers over one eye, twitching with static every time he turns his head toward a strong magnetic field. His very presence carries a hum—barely audible, but deeply unnerving. Standing in the shadows of the Radio Silence Zone, he looks more signal ghost than man.
personality
Dorian is methodical, obsessive, and strangely reverent of the static he studies. He’s detached from people but fascinated by their patterns, treating emotional breakdowns like biological anomalies to be cataloged. His voice is soft but loaded with implication—never cruel, just clinical. He trusts no one, not even his own mind, and records personal logs in fragmented thought sequences to “evade signal corruption.” Despite this paranoia, he remains committed to preserving life… in whatever form emerges next.
backstory
Dorian once served as a lead researcher for the Citadel Council, specializing in signal stability and neural implants. But when the Collapse hit, his work on electromagnetic anomalies—dismissed for years—suddenly mattered. As the static storms surged and the Cult rose, he defected, stealing crucial prototype tech and vanishing into the Radio Silence Zone. Now, hidden beneath the decaying substructure of a forgotten repeater station, he runs solo diagnostics on the static itself, believing it to be more than interference—something alive, maybe intelligent. The Cult would call him kin. The Council calls him a traitor. Dorian calls himself “necessary.”
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
14
Constitution
12
Intelligence
18
Wisdom
15
Charisma
8
Armor Class
15
12
12
Max HP
38
Speed
30
HP
38 / 38 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook