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 | 5543 times |
| Cloned | 199 times |
| Created | 124 days ago |
| Last Updated | 3 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Merchant Mack
Level 3 Baseline Human Trader -
Merchant Mack is a pragmatic Gear Rat trader with a knack for scavenging, a flicker of hope for the future, and a deep fascination with old world technology.
Details
| Race | Baseline Human |
| Class | Trader |
| Level | 3 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | He/Him |
| Location | 100, -311 |
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 | 60 |
| Credit | 20 |
| Cred-Bit | 20 |
appearance
Mack cuts a lean figure against the scorched skyline, dressed in a sleeveless patch-coat made of stitched leather strips, cargo belts, and old-world courier bags. Rust patterns stripe his collarbones where acid rain once ate through his gear. His face is narrow and sharp, streaked with soot and framed by a cascade of tangled, grease-slicked hair held back with braided wire. Weld-goggles rest permanently on his brow, cracked on one side but still functional. His hands—scarred, oil-black, always moving—sift through parts and tokens with obsessive precision. Around his neck hangs a tarnished brass gear etched with teeth marks—a scavenged relic from the H.E.L.L.I.O.S. titan’s spinal pump assembly. He wears tool rings, lock picks, and transmitter shards like jewelry, rattling softly with each step. His boots are laced with barbed wire, the soles covered in repurposed drone tread.
personality
Mack is opportunistic but not heartless. He believes in equilibrium—the city takes, you take back. Every deal he makes is a calculation, but he rarely swindles the desperate. His curiosity burns brighter than greed; he dreams of reawakening one of the old Titans. He's fluent in multiple trade dialects and street cant, and while he avoids fights, he always carries a buzzknife just in case. Mack has learned to smile without showing teeth—too many people here bite.
backstory
Born amid the oil fires and reeking furnaces of the Rust Belt, Mack was forged in scrap and soot. He was never big enough to be a pit-fighter or mad enough to be a raider, but his sharp eyes and silver tongue made him invaluable. Raised beneath the dripping teeth of broken machines, he apprenticed under a junk-broker who taught him the sacred code of barter: value is perception, and everything rusts except a good deal. After surviving a collapsed conveyor tunnel while dragging out an untouched drone core, Mack bought his own stall beneath the ribs of the defunct H.E.L.L.I.O.S. titan. Now he moves between camps and caravans like a whisper on bearings, hocking salvaged limbs, voiceboxes, and memories-in-a-can. He’s still Gear Rat to the core—but one who plays the margins instead of the blood games.
Stats
Strength
10
Dexterity
14
Constitution
12
Intelligence
16
Wisdom
13
Charisma
15
Armor Class
14
12
12
Max HP
24
Speed
30
HP
24 / 24 HP
XP
900900 XP2,699
Level 3
Equipped Items
Spellbook