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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Deacon Forge

Level 5 Baseline Human Guard -

A pragmatic and resourceful Baseline Human Guard, Deacon Forge embodies the resilience of New Vance City, carrying the weight of its survival with quiet determination and loyalty.

Details

Race	Baseline Human
Class	Guard
Level	5
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	667, -604

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	10
Credit	30
Cred-Bit	50

appearance

Deacon Forge is a living relic of the Outskirts—scarred, serious, and soldered into his duty. His face is weathered and gaunt, eyes a cold gray that rarely blink without reason. Short, dark stubble clings to his scalp and jaw, usually dusted in ash or rust. His guard uniform is a frankenstein patch of scavenged armor: one pauldron made from melted signage, another from reinforced drone plating. Over that, a cracked leather duster hangs, its sleeves torn and repurposed with stitched-in solar netting. His utility belt groans with repurposed tools—wirecutters, a spanner, ration tubes, a heat-scorched flare pistol. Slung over his shoulder is a pipe-forged rifle etched with tally marks—not kills, but nights survived. His boots are mismatched but deadly: one steel-toed, the other shockproof. He smells faintly of ozone, smoke, and synthetic oil. When he moves, it's with deliberate precision—no wasted motion, no unnecessary sound.

personality

Deacon is grim but not cruel, alert but not paranoid. He speaks in clipped sentences, and his eyes are always scanning the horizon—even when he’s off-duty. He believes in community over command, and respect is earned by action, not rank. His loyalty is fierce but local—he’d bleed for his outpost, but doesn’t give a damn about politics in the Citadel or the Sprawl. Humor is dry and rare, but it’s there, mostly reserved for rookies who earn it. He doesn’t hope for peace. He just hopes for tomorrow.

backstory

Deacon Forge grew up on the edge of ruin—literally. Raised in the Perimeter Outskirts after the Collapse of 2069, he was the child of two perimeter sentries who never made it past his twelfth birthday. With shamblers always gnawing at the fences and raiders testing weak points, survival was education, and grief came early. He learned to strip weapons, weld makeshift armor, and spot movement through a cracked scope before he could read fluently. The Watch took him in, not out of kindness, but necessity. He became one of them—guarding scrap barricades and lighting signal fires under skies that never cleared. Every shift is a gamble. Every breath, a borrowed one. Deacon isn't a soldier because he believes in heroism. He does it because if the line breaks, New Vance burns. He fights so others can sleep—if only for a night.

Stats

Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Wisdom

Charisma

Armor Class

Max HP

Speed