Ripstick
Whatever Ripstik was before the accident matters not. The fire has shed their old skin and birthed them anew. A red-hot bath of burning oil and flaming breath from a debilitating crash. The weak broiled inside of their bodies... Ripstik was spared from such fate, for they were chosen.
"GLORY BE THE FIRE; CLEANSING FLAME OF THE NEW WORLD! BOIL, BUBBLE, BURN!"
Guided by the whispers of the inferno, Ripstik was compelled to abandon the heretical slavers and raiders to which they once belonged. Word of the second-coming apocalypse must soon be spread, and Ripstik must find the scattered saints of the dead world. United, the holy peoples will bear witness to the divine super nova-- a cataclysmic event that will rightly cleanse the wastelands of the unworthy.
With the help of one such saint, she who calls herself "Jade", Ripstik commandeered a pursuit vehicle and fled from captivity. Together, Saint Jade, Ripstik, and the righteous "Spitfire" blazed across the sands into Nuka City (in their own blessed vehicles. Saint Jade has yet to recognize her coveted position). There, their story begins, and so too does the Rule of Fire-- THE ONE TRUE RELIGION.
The Spitfire
- HP: 35 Physical DR: 2 Energy DR: 2
- Maximum Structures: 2
- Current Setup:
No structures
- Uses 2 Fuel per day
THE SPITFIRE
Blessed transport, consume that which you spew. Drink of the fuel that feeds the flame, recycle and ignite! FIRE-- ALL CONSUMING, ALL ENCOMPASING, INDISCRIMINATE!
Internal coolant constraining copious power couplets of fission and fusion. Nuclear processes propelling us forward, A BLAZEN TRAIL IN OUR WAKE! Lobs of pitch and oil and grime. Roaring inferno, roaring engine.
A gift from the flame, potential yet reached. Soon, to be baptized, adorned with slag and jag-tips, a vessel of which to spread the fire-- a wave of heat. Soon, soon...
CLEANSING FERVOR
But only an idea, a dream, revealed by the flame itself. Prophecy yet fulfilled-- harbinger of justice. Tool of discernment, controlled contempt of the gods... CLEANSING FERVOR!
Storm made solid, plasma congeal and corrode, feast upon the flesh of the unworthy! CHARRED MEAT, FEED THE FLAMES OF THE WORLD BURNT ANEW!
HOLY, HOLY FLAME! FLICKER, BRIGHT-- BRIGHT!
played by 11Atombomb
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