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.

Played	5547 times
Cloned	200 times
Created	124 days ago
Last Updated	3 days ago
Visibility	Public

Rafe Vellin

Level 10 Augmented Recon -

Rafe Vellin is a lean, cybernetically enhanced Recon of the Syndicate, a ghost in New Vance City who fights for the forgotten with lethal precision and quiet loyalty.

Details

Race	Augmented
Class	Recon
Level	10
Alignment
Pronouns	He/Him
Location	-495, 505

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

Rafe moves like liquid shadow—tall, lean, and all sinew coiled beneath matte-black urban camo. His face is striking: symmetrical, smooth-featured, with a jawline carved like old steel and lips rarely seen in anything but a faint, amused curl. His skin is bronze-kissed by neon glow, and his raven hair is cropped short on the sides, slicked back just enough to keep his cybernetic eye mod visible: a sleek, chromed lens glowing faint violet, calibrated for spectrum shifts and target lock. A stubble shadow lines his face, just enough to suggest he could look even sharper—but chooses not to. His gear is custom-fit: thermo-reactive plating, retractable hood, a silenced coil rifle strapped to his back, and a belt lined with grapplers, signal jammers, and high-frequency knives. Around his neck hangs a dog tag that isn’t his—a memory from someone lost on a job that went sideways. He doesn’t talk about it. Doesn’t need to. The silence around it says everything.

personality

Rafe is as cool as they come—witty in the quiet moments, deadly in the loud ones. He doesn’t brag, doesn’t threaten. He observes, calculates, then strikes with surgical precision. He’s the kind of guy who’ll crack a joke mid-firefight just to calm the rookies. Loyal to his own code, he trusts few, but those he protects, he protects absolutely. To the Syndicate, he’s a professional. To his crew, he’s the guy who’ll drag you out of a burning outpost on one leg—then buy you a drink like it was nothing.

backstory

To the Citadel, he's a ghost on their most-wanted list. To the Syndicate, he's a legend passed through encoded dropboxes and encrypted whispers. Rafe was born in the Rust Belt, raised by a father who vanished into a Gear Rat grinder pit and a mother who sold black market meds to keep their lungs clear of smog. He joined the Syndicate young, too fast for factory chains, too sharp for shovel duty. Now, Rafe is the Recon of recons—a rooftop phantom with a scanner in one eye and a targeter in the other. He’s been in every sector, from the chlorinated hell of the Waterworks to the haunted echo of the Radio Silence Zone. He’s ghosted Citadel drones, walked across solar panels in broad daylight, and watched silent walkers from twenty paces without flinching. But what sets Rafe apart isn’t his silence—it’s who he chooses to speak for. He fights for the ones with no records, no IDs, no hope. He collects secrets like currency and uses them to buy freedom for the ones too buried to stand.

Stats

Strength

Dexterity

Constitution

Intelligence

Wisdom

Charisma

Armor Class

Max HP

Speed