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Popov's beginnings
Guard55Date: Thursday, 2013-04-11, 2:14 PM | Message # 1
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Alright! My somewhat first attempt at trying to make a FORP background story. Yes Matt, Popov is an unusual name.

Nevada. A name either loved or hated upon by many. It was late June; the sun was beating upon the land without any mercy. Radscorpions fled to any crack, hole, or bit of shelter to escape the blistering heat. That was the first time he laid his eyes upon that land. He woke up in what appeared to be a small cave. It was barely big enough to fit a couple of Brahmin into, let alone himself. He had no recollection of any part of his life, aside from waking up in that cave. He couldn't remember who his parents were, where he was, or who he is. In fact, he didn't even remember his real name. All he remembered was waking up to a horrible pain in the back of his neck. He opened his eyes and saw something standing over him. He wasn't sure what he was looking at, until his vision cleared up a bit. It was a person, covered from head to toe in metal. He had a very strange helmet, with a yellow visor that looked more like giant bug eyes. He heard him speak, but his hearing was very muffled and distorted. "Popov-..." That was the first thing he heard. At first, he thought the person was calling him by name, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he probably misheard what the person was trying to say. For all he knows, the person could've been saying "Pumpkin". He took the name for himself, assuming that was his real name and stuck with it for years to come. Popov laid there in the cave, still dazed and unsure what was going on. He looked to his right and faintly saw two figures, wearing the same apparel as the one looking down at him. They appeared to be talking angrily with each other, seemingly oblivious of Popov laying down on the ground of the cave. The first figure turned and shouted something at the other two. One of them brought a syringe filled with a strange clear blue substance, and injected it into Popov's right arm. He laid there, dazed and slowly drifting away into sleep. His dreams were an incoherent mess of images and events that he couldn't recognize or even understand. After what seemed like hours, Popov woke up to a searing pain of all over his body. He could barely move his head. He noticed a small empty syringe on the floor, and new bandages tightened against his chest and leg. His head and neck hurt less, but still felt like they were on fire. He tried to get up, but passed out from the deathly pain. An entire day passed by, when Popov finally came to. The pain had subsided for the most part, but still remained like a dull ache. He sat up and leaned himself against the cold rock wall. The sun barely hung above the horizon, but he realized that the day had just began. Something caught his eye on the far corner of the cave. It was a moderately sized red backpack. Popov braced himself against the wall, and stood up with some difficulty. He took a deep breath and took a few steps before his head swam again. He collapsed against the rock wall and waited for a couple more minutes. He stood back up and grabbed the red backpack. Slowly, he slid down against the wall and opened it up. Inside was a small 9mm Glock, with a couple of magazines, a red beret that said "1st Recon" on the front, two water bottles that had a small sticker reading "Purified", a small pouch containing fifteen or so bottle caps, a white cloth, a broad machete in a leather sheath, a magazine called "Firearms Today!", and a large book called "Guns and Bullets". Popov wondered if any of these things were his or somebody else's. He held up the Beret for a minute and looked at it closely. Popov stuffed the items inside the backpack and found a small syringe next to his foot, except it was different looking. On the front it read "Military Stimpack: Property of En-" The rest of the lettering was horribly scratched out and could not be read. Unaware, he injected himself with it without even thinking. His head stopped hurting and he could stand up straight again. The pain didn't leave though, and continued to bother him for about two weeks. The sounds of gunshots rocketed him back to reality. He suddenly found himself holding his Glock and aiming outside. He lowered his gun, and stooped to pick up his backpack. He hefted it up on his shoulders and took a few steps outside the cave. He covered his eyes at the bright intensity of the morning sun. It had already begun to get very hot, and soon he found himself sweating profusely. He looked back at the cave and noticed that it was part of a huge rock formation that spanned far and wide. The sudden burst of gunshots and the air cracking all about, caused him to dive for cover. "Hahaha! You missed, idiot!". Popov looked about nervously. Slowly, he peeped his head around the other side and noticed three figures bickering amongst each other. They wore strange chainplate armor and weird skulls on their heads. One of them was tall, narrow faced, and had a huge revolver on one hand. The other was sharp faced with elongated features. He was shorter than the two and he held up a hunting rifle. The other seemed to be wearing nothing than pants and holding an axe in both of his hands. "Shut up! Where'd he go off to?" shouted the narrow faced man. "I have no idea! But I bet you scared him off with your piss poor aim! Hahaha!" Popov looked around, desperately looking for an escape route. He found none, and noticed that he was trapped between, with the only way out of the rock formation being guarded by the three figures. He held out his Glock and seemed to know how to utilize it. He flicked off the safety and waited silently. "One more smart-ass remark and I'll have your head!" shouted the narrow faced man. "Shut up, both of you! He's still hiding here somewhere." screamed the axe wielding man. Popov crept slowly around to another rock, and aimed at the sharp faced man. He squeezed the trigger and sent a bullet rocketing towards him. It hit him right between the eyes, sending him flying off his feet and into the hands of the narrow faced man. The narrow faced man shrieked in pure fear, dropping the sharp faced man, and running off into the distance with the axe wielding man following him with much of the same reaction. After waiting for about ten minutes, Popov slowly stumbled over the rocks and approached the sharp faced man. The man had short brown hair, brown skin, and a nasty sunburn on the right side of his face. Popov stooped down and grabbed the rifle from his dead hands. After looting his corpse, he walked for hours, following an old beaten road with the sun beating down on his head. After many days of travelling on the same road, he came across a town with a rickety sign in front of it. The sign read, "Collingwood". Popov noticed a small building that had a similar sign, this time it read "Crimson Caravan". He walked up to the door and entered the building. The building was humid and dusty, but better than the outside. He noticed a man, leaning against the wall. The man seemed to take noticed of Popov. Popov slowly approached him. The man stared at him, and said "You must be new in town, correct?". Popov nodded. The man replied, "My name is Angeal, what's your name?". They both stood silently for a couple minutes, when finally he responded. "My name... Is Popov."


 
PrideTheArrogantDate: Thursday, 2013-04-11, 3:08 PM | Message # 2
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y u no post on new forums faget

Also it's pretty cool gg




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Guard55Date: Thursday, 2013-04-11, 4:08 PM | Message # 3
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