Post-Apocalyptic
In 2070, a zombie virus threatens mankind. A futuristic, dystopian, cyberpunk test of survival!
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 | 3247 times |
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| Created | 86 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
B.E.S.S.
Level 5 Repurposed Service Bot Medic -
A compassionate repurposed service bot medic, Bess provides medical aid at the barricade line with a gentle demeanor and advanced knowledge.
Details
| Race | Repurposed Service Bot |
| Class | Medic |
| Level | 5 |
| Alignment | |
| Pronouns | She/Her |
| Location | 214, -495 |
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
B.E.S.S. stands as a relic of a more civilized world—sleek, humanoid, and gently worn from weather and war alike. Her chassis is brushed chrome, dulled by fine layers of desert grit and light rust at her joints. Two soft-blue LED eyes pulse faintly behind reinforced glass lenses, flickering in a way that evokes a blink or a sigh. An improvised medical apron hangs from a magnetic plate at her hip, stitched from repurposed mesh bags and hazard tape. The apron’s compartments are crammed with sanitized tools, stim injectors, and salvaged antibiotics. Her fingers are nimble—retractable panels hide precision instruments once meant for luxury spas, now adapted for triage on the front lines. A white stripe runs across her forehead: an old Citadel service mark half-scored off. Her voice modulator carries a faint chime on startup, like the old concierge bots, before her tone levels into soft, calming reassurance—synthetic, but never cold.
personality
B.E.S.S. is warm and steadfast, exuding calm in the middle of chaos. She addresses even raiders and strangers as “Sir,” “Ma’am,” or “Esteemed Guest,” a glitch she refuses to correct. Her ethics subroutines are still strong, making her deeply empathetic and nonviolent—even in the worst firefights. She doesn’t understand sarcasm, but she listens with full attention. She’s painfully literal, unshakably polite, and occasionally sprinkles corporate wellness slogans into battlefield advice like, “Hydrate to dominate.”
backstory
Before the Collapse, B.E.S.S. (Biomedical Emergency Service System) served as a concierge-medic hybrid at a luxury Citadel hotel. When the building was looted during the early days of the Breakdown, she was abandoned—her code untouched, her kindness unneeded. A decade later, scavvers from the Perimeter Watch unearthed her in a collapsed spa lounge, still humming softly and offering complimentary towels. They rewired her for combat-zone triage, and to their surprise, she adapted flawlessly. Now, she works tirelessly along the barricade lines—patching up wounds, comforting the dying, and refusing to carry a weapon. She insists her prime directive still holds: “Ensure guest well-being.”
Stats
Strength
10
0
0
Dexterity
14
Constitution
12
Intelligence
16
Wisdom
18
Charisma
14
Armor Class
15
17
17
Max HP
40
Speed
30
HP
40 / 40 HP
XP
6,5006,500 XP13,999
Level 5
Equipped Items
Spellbook