Fallout Mods Various Roles
Project Overview
I'm in need of actors for a dozen or so Fallout mods I've made, whose scripts are listed in the link below. Most script pages have an accompanying video of the quest or character. However, these are not finalized so age, race, face, and clothes are subject to change. Meaning, if you like a character, the NPC's appearance shouldn't dissuade you from trying out.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/
As a mod project, this is volunteer only. Also, the Open Roles page is updated as new roles are added or removed, so you can also subscribe to get alerts if the current batch is not to your liking. Please send auditions to my email [redacted], and thanks.
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This is Brad. Every morning he starts his day by refusing to get out of bed. It isn’t until his mother drags him out that he even bothers to open his eyes.
Mother:Wake up Brad! It’s time for school! Oof! Have you been putting on weight?
Does she have to do this every morning Brad? Even if you’re a hopeless lout, at the very least you could stop being a burden to everyone else.
Meanwhile, your sister Karen has already gotten dressed and even has time to set the dining table. It’s not that Karen likes mornings. Far from it. But knowing this, she planned ahead by picking out her clothes the night before. And while she may be groggy, a bowl of Sugar Bombs and a dose of mentats is all she needs to get ready for school.
Brotherhood Scribe, mathematician, and a bit of a pedant
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-9/scribe-jones/
There are over six million ways to die and yet we invariably choose from a collection numbering no more than twenty. We are nothing if not a predictable lot.
Math is the language of the universe. Some would think our illiteracy a shame, but the Brotherhood believes it is a language only the worthy are allowed to speak.
Robot with a cowboy slant
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/garnette-role/beep-beep-v2/
Target engaged. Howdy partner. This unit extends a token of gratitude for retrieval of the child.
Negative, cowpoke. A scan of this unit’s databanks show zero irregularities.
However, this unit is programmed to remove all secondary functions when battery life falls below thirty percent.
Woman excited that it's her turn to live in the home, as the town has a timeshare thing going on
Right now, I feel like they don’t even exist.
I mean, do you know how long I’ve waited just to have some time to myself?
I’m going spend the first few days just running around naked! And no one’s going to stop me!
That bird can sing, can’t she? Makes doing the job easy.
Well, his thinking was, the people who come to this club have it rough.
They’re sad, lonely, and feeling bad about life.
So I ask him, what’s that got to do with me?
And he says, “Seeing me hobble around bar makes them feel better about themselves!” Ha!
Title says it all.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-10/angry-brothel-patron/
I’m telling you, I didn’t touch the bitch! She’s lying damnit! She’s a lying, no good whore!
Fine! I’ll take my business to Freeside then! Fucking Omerta assholes.
Two settlers arguing over what to do with a Legionnaire. This one is the good cop.
My friend and I were on way south to Arizona when we stopped to make camp. Seemed like a good spot with the water and all.
Thing is, we hadn’t even filled up our canteens when this Legion fella just walks up to the pond like we ain’t even here.
I was thinking of taking him to the NCR outpost, and let them figure out what to do with him.
My friend thinks it's best to just shoot him dead.
Two settlers arguing over what to do with a Legionnaire. This one is the bad cop.
Jesus Christ man, if it walks like a gecko, and it talks like a gecko….well, I hate to spoil it for you, but it’s probably a fucking gecko!
I say we just shoot him. Right in the head. Then we bury his armor and let the vultures take care of the rest.
Oh my word, and he made it all the way into the garden? He didn’t trample your petunias, did he?
I told you, sweet pea, you should stick to revolvers. Always reliable and made in America!
Doctor Cheng and Doctor Watkins are robots trying to rehabilitate a group of military grade androids through simulations of normal life
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/room-303/doctor-cheng/
We rehabilitate androids. You see, the models here were originally designed to be soldiers. With the war over, the government believes they should be discarded. It’s our opinion they can be reintegrated into society.
Cheng: It was all for your sake, my dear. We needed to make sure you were ready.
Watkins: Not to mention the liability costs if you hurt someone on the outside would be through the roof!
Cheng:Doctor Watkins, please! This is a sensitive issue!
Watkins:My apologies. I’m just speaking out loud again.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/room-303/doctor-cheng/
Mara: You’re robots… and you’re talking!
Cheng: How cute dear…she thinks we’re the robots!
Cheng: It was all for your sake, my dear. We needed to make sure you were ready.
Watkins: Not to mention the liability costs if you hurt someone on the outside would be through the roof!
Cheng: Doctor Watkins, please! This is a sensitive issue!
Watkins: My apologies. I’m just speaking out loud again.
Super Mutant in a brothel
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/madame-viviette/charles-the-super-mutant/
Greetings, human! Welcome to the room that is property of Charles!
No misun…no misundah…ergh…Charles no wrong. Woman sell room, Charles buy. One hundred caps.
Really? Maybe puny human is right. Room is not that great anyway, but Charles does not want to look like he made bad purchase.
Truth is, Charles prefer vaulted ceiling.
Fine. Charles will take woman. But if you lie to Charles, he crush you.
Engineer, luddite
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/scientist/
I’m with a group that tracks down lost technologies like the stuff you see here.
But unlike the Brotherhood or the Outcasts, our goal is to dismantle this tech before it becomes a threat.
They’re a bunch of well-meaning idiots, if you pardon my French.
Yeah, they might save us from the mutants. But they won’t save us from ourselves.
I just followed the bread crumbs. You open up a terminal and maybe it mentions a top secret project.
Then you read another terminal that says a scientist on that project is being transferred to Fort Independence.
I’d like to say it took a little more sleuthing on my part, but it’s really just an adult version of connect the dots.
Bartender: Hmph. It doesn't matter how fast you are with that gun. They've got numbers, and they don't fight fair.
Well good, because my hands aren't that fast anyway. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna dirty 'em.
Bartender:So you aren't fast, and you don't fight dirty. Sounds to me like I'm wasting that bottle on a corpse.
Don't worry. In about a week, I'll be the only one left to pay their tab.
Bartender:You know, you do a lot of talking, but believe me when I say it's nothing I haven't heard before. The fact remains, there's more than twenty of them, and one of you.
There's ways to even the odds.
Bartender:And how are you going to do that?
I don't know yet. But if you wanna help, you can start by telling me about the outlaws who run this town. I wanna know where they eat, where they piss, who they sleep with and where, starting with the men at the card table.
You're right. Toughness is my least impressive attribute. No, as I explained to my friend Boris outside, I plan to kill you with cunning.
American: I should just shoot you right now.
Oh you could, but part of you is too intrigued to pull the trigger. You want to know just how this bourgeois fool, completely unarmed, is going to invite himself into your home and kill you.
American: I admit. It's a bit strange. I never expected my executioner to knock. How do you plan on killing me?
Why don't you let me inside and I'll show you.
American: Ah....very clever, commissaire, but I'm not falling for that. We'll talk through this crack in the door.
All right, if you insist, I'll stay out here. By the way, you look parched. Perhaps you'd like to have this drink which is clearly not poison?
American: Why yes, I would like to have a...waaaaait a minute...you're trying to trick me! There is poison in that bottle!
Nothing gets past you Major. Given your keen eye, I'm guessing you're also aware that your fly is open.
Kid: How do we make you a law?
Well, it takes a majority vote, usually. Thing is, a lot of the voters don't have a reason to wanna clean up your park. So you gotta convince them.
Kid:How do we do that?
Easy. We just change some of my words so I appeal to more people. Like instead of me saying, "Let's clean up the park," what if I said, "Let's clean up the park by building a cigarette factory on top of it," and then giving money to our good friends at Big Boss to build it.
I'm not sure what prompted the discussion. My friend came over for a drink, and the subject somehow wandered over to dreams. That's when I mentioned to him, half in jest, that I never had a dream. Every night I closed my eyes and returned the following morning.
My friend found this incredulous, of course. But more than that he felt pity, as if I was missing out on a vital part of the human existence. I laughed and told him I've had quite enough of that for one lifetime. But he pressed the issue, insisting that dreams were nothing like real life. So I asked him, "Then how is it when people dream, they can never tell the difference?"
He didn't have an answer. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "You know when you wake up."
Jarhead type
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/mortar/
Hoo-ah, partner! Sorry if I got in your way there. Just thought you could use a hand.
Well, I'm part of a militia called Mortar's Mercenaries. They're real famous. Hell, you might've even met their captain, ha-ha-ha!
That's a joke kid, you oughta smile more.
Male, schoolteacher, educated
(SIgh) “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.”
Hello there. I guess you caught our little rehearsal. Shakespeare it isn’t, but they’re not bad for kids.
That doesn’t mean you’re going to escape punishment Sally. What you did was wrong and extremely dangerous.
Sally: But that filthy bug attacked me! I was only defending myself!
We don’t solve issues around here with violence. If you felt threatened by Maddie’s roach, we could’ve put it on a leash.
Sally: You ought to put Maddie on a leash! This is all her fault!
Now, now, that’s enough. I want you to apologize to Madison for what you did.
Merc, Scavenger
No, no, I don’t mean it that way. It’s all that artsy fartsy crap he’s teaching those kids.
Sure, they’ve got food now, but I’m not gonna be around forever. At some point, those kids are gonna have to hunt for themselves.
With Richard dead, the situation’s changed. There’s no one else.
Don’t you think I know that? Goddamnit…I just…I don’t know if I’m ready.Does it matter if you’re ready? Those children need you.
(sigh)Sometimes I look at the calendar and think, “Today would’ve been her birthday.”
In the end she never got one. Never got to see the world. Then I look at the world and wonder if she wasn’t better off.
A gravedigger who left his childhood home and fills graves at Dickerson Tabernacle Chapel.
Sometimes I hear whispers. Not sure if it’s the dead or the dying. Best not to listen to either.
Yeah. Some people might think it’s morbid, with all the graves.
But no matter where you go, there’s bodies in the ground. The only difference is the sign.
Never have, until now. Maybe the wind’s changing.
All right, I’ll do it. But my guess is you want a gun and not a gravedigger. Whatever bodies we leave, the crows will get.
Brothel madame
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/madame-viviette
Welcome to the Clara Bella. I apologize for not greeting you at the door, but you’ve come at a bad time.
Well, when he first arrived, one of my girls approached him and told him it was one hundred caps for the room.
The problem is he took that phrase literally. Now he’s saying the room is his property and he refuses to leave.
Which of course, makes it impossible to conduct business.
I don’t have many clients who are comfortable having sex with a ten foot mutant standing in the corner.
Merc-type, but a luddite like Virgil. Older in age, hort role, lines in Red:
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/scientist/
He didn’t tell you? We’re Luddites. We hunt old technology, and take it apart so it can’t do any more harm.
Virgil also happens to be my son in law. So I’ve got a vested interest in keeping him alive.
Looks like the Enclave and the Outcasts had themselves a fight. How about we poke our heads in there and see who won.
Don’t worry. If I see anyone in metal, I’ll be coming at them swinging.
“It’s good to see you Cara. I’m glad you didn’t get your ass blown off by raiders Cara.” Jesus, who gives a shit about your supplies?
Hey everyone, my name’s Laura Lafferty, and yes, I have a name right out of a comic book.
Which makes sense because I’m technically a comic.
Not a book that you give to your kids, mind you, but the kind of comic that goes on stage and gets tomatoes thrown at her for a living.
That’s how we eat, you know. You think I’m being unfunny on purpose but nope. Just hungry.
singer for a nightclub
Hey there handsome, what can I do you for? A drink, a song, or a story?
A little slow, are we? If you want a drink, talk to the bartender.
If you want a song, you’ll have to wait a spell.
But if you want a story, well…the night’s still young.
Anxious wasteland doctor
You! Keep your hands where I can see them and we won’t have trouble!
Good. And while you’re at it, try and keep those hands close together.
Last guy who robbed me put his hands so far apart I couldn’t see one without losing the other.
Thing is, that was the one holding the gun.
Ha, there’s only one artist here, and it’s Chainsaw. Pollock is more of an “idea” guy.
Me, I just hang out.
They’re not perfect, but the law’s the law. And it’s my job to make sure it has teeth.
It’s funny, people say karma will catch up to me someday. Well, either karma’s slow, or I’m just really, really fast.
Because it doesn’t look like it’ll catch me anytime soon.
It's not a big deal. Look at me, I didn't study for it, and I turned out okay.
Sure. I know it gets a bad rap, but hey, not everyone can be a hammer. Some people have to be the nail.
Well, it was so dark I couldn’t even see my hands, let alone the matches.
So I got down on my hands and knees and just started petting around the pavement.
I think I was about two seconds from screaming for a light when all of the sudden the streetlamp flickers on.
And that’s when the phone started to ring.
A seemingly normal guy living with the player's friend from vault 101. His characteristics tend to fall on the weaker side of things.
I’m not lying, damnit! How many times do I have to tell you, I had nothing to do with this!
My old master owned a shop. I’d wipe the counters, sweep the floors, and polish people’s shoes. Most shoes I polished were so clean you could almost smell the caps on them. But then one day this guy comes in with boots caked in mud. That was Gabriel.
Young artist/hipster
We heard this place used to house a lost technology.
Something that could take pictures and make them…move.
Knowing this, a lesser artist might try to recreate what was lost. But I propose something else entirely.
What if the pictures were like these cars? What if instead of moving, they stood in place?
Wouldn’t that be the perfect metaphor? Am I not a genius for thinking it?
Graffiti artist that looks more like the muscle
Nah, he's too creative to waste his time with that. So it's up to me to try and take what's in his head and make it real.
This is a transgender male, so female actor with low tone is ideal.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/legionary/legionary-main/
You seem unsure of how to proceed. Be wary. Hesitation brings consequences.
Their lives are already forfeit. Whether it’s me that kills them or the desert is irrelevant.
But I will say this. If I’m their executioner, I can promise you it won’t be painless.
Diner patron, a bit whiny and likes to complain
Why would you want it in? Sometimes I wonder if Joe’s frying up iguana turds instead of the actual iguana. Alicia though, that girl could probably reach into my ass and pull out a steak.
This role is for a ghoul with a Trans-Atlantic accent, like Kat Hepburn. She has a quick wit and quicker trigger.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/long-term-roles-and-projects/fallout-person/
I once met a girl who told me to “love your life.” Well, I suppose it’s not the first time I’ve been in an abusive relationship.
Perhaps I should explain. You see, I don’t hate you. I hate everything. Monsters, westerns, science fiction novels…I hate those most of all. So imagine my surprise to find myself stuck in one.
There’s a rather large chasm between love and hate, and yet both call stupidity their neighbor.
1950s housewife. Nutty
I did, and while I don’t want to be rude, I have to say I have reservations about the new delivery girl.
Abraham, we’ve been subscribing to the Post for twenty years now. Besides, if we were a Times family, I don’t think we could even live in this neighborhood.
I was only trying to be polite, dear. If I was angry I would’ve shot her in the chest and not the foot. And yet the things she said…Heavens to Betsy…I nearly fainted! I think there’s something wrong with that girl.
A scientist, a tad on the idealistic side but also stubborn
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-9/doctor-covington/
If you’re hearing this transmission, then at the very least you have a stake in my survival. Hopefully after hearing this message, you’ll take measures to ensure it.
I can’t leave. Not now when I’m so close. I can’t risk the travel no more than I can risk defying those mercenaries.
Unofficial town mayor, friendly, avuncular
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/chapel/cooper/
Pretty much all of them were wanderers like you. Lost children in need of a home.
We started out with four, and then grew to six. A few weeks back Molerat joined the fold.
The others have been slow to warm up to him, but I have a feeling they’ll come around.
Pragmatic bodyguard
Simple. In life, people believe what they want to believe.
Sometimes, it feels like those beliefs make sense. But no amount of luck is going to stop a bullet to the head.
So take it from someone who knows. If you want to survive in the wastes, don’t lose sight of what’s real.
A cynical young man who the player meets at the beginning of the game. He gets captured and put into a slave camp for three years, which turns him into an angry, resentful man.
It turns out we weren’t the only ones. Every vault dweller from here to Reno had to take this test, and the only thing that isn’t surprising is the result. But mark my words: someday, all these vaults will belong to the free.
Three years. Hmph. Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to know what that means. Three years for you was probably a flash in the pan. Time is different when you’re free. You get caught up in memories, and you get busy making plans. But a slave has no past, and he has no future. All that exists is the present. And every second feels like a lifetime.
Golden age radio Top 40 DJ with dead hooker in his bathtub
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/casey-clarksontop-40-radio-dj/
You’re late. Didn’t I tell you this was urgent?
Hold on…you’re not Tommy’s cousin. Who are you? What are you doing here?
Look at this stupid chem-addled fuck, floating in my tub.
You’re a shitberg, you hear me! You’re a fucking iceberg made of shit!
And if you can’t hear me, I’m gonna go on my goddamn radio show and make a long distance dedication, straight to fucking hell!
Welcome back. Counting down to number 27 in this week, it’s time for a special, long distance dedication.
This is about love, friendship, and man’s best friend.
It’s from Madison in Hickory, North Carolina, and he writes:
Dear Casey, recently we suffered a death in the family. He was a little golden retriever named Chuckles.
Chuckles was my best friend through most of my teenage years. He was always there waiting for me when I got him. That is, until the day he wasn’t.
Alicia is a vault dweller the player meets early in the game and connects to later on. She is bright and bubbly and a little on the lazy side.
I know, right? And at least your memory’s still working. I ran into someone who looked a lot like Susie Mack yesterday. Only it couldn’t have been her, because she was actually nice to me.
Yeah, my parents want me to do something with science, but come on, what’s the point? There’s no climbing the ladder. We’re all stuck in this vault either way. Might as well take the path of least resistance.
Friendly lady in Megaton, religious
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/dempster-and-kristen/
Don’t pay him any mind dear. I think you fit right in.
I’m sure that will pass in time. After all, it’s not where you’re from that’s important, but where you go from here.
You are one of us. Whether that starts today or tomorrow is besides the point.
Dempster is an old man living in Megaton, friendly but likes to poke people.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/dempster-and-kristen/
You’ve got a squint in your eye, like the sun’s a little too bright.
No, I’m not the man for that. I don’t know up from down. Although I still probably don’t look as lost as you do.
Guard for a drug dealer
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-9/safehouse-guard/
All right, we’re closing up shop! Any of you junkies still here by the time I count to ten is getting a face full of lead!
One…Two…Three…
Ha, didn’t make it past three this time. Man, look at those fuckers run.
Well, when I first found the place, I was just looking for a place to spend the night. But I thought, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
We don’t actually have lemonade on the menu, just to be clear.
Will you two stop arguing? Something’s out there, and we need to protect ourselves.
Carnegie, I…I think I heard something. When you picked up the phone, I heard a voice, telling me to go back to the diner.
You look dangerous. I like that. I might even let you talk to me, but I’ll have to think about it.
Welcome to Mason-Dixon! I take it you’re just passing through?
Most of us like to keep to ourselves. We’re a town of runaways and vagrants, so it’s hard to trust people no matter how well you get to know them.
Avuncular, friendly, southern accent, father of another character
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/long-term-roles-and-projects/jessica-osborne-roles/pastor-lies/
You remind me of a ghoul I used to know. Her only companion was a flask of vodka.
But I’m all out of liquor, and so my words will have to do.
Oh, I know it feels like the world is conspiring against you. But that’s just how it keeps time.
Stop to take a breath and it’ll leave you behind. Try to get ahead and you’ll find it stuck in its ways.
Interested buyer for the nightclub
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-10/mister-grant/
True, but I never pass up a bargain, and outside of the location, this place is incredibly undervalued.
I think it has to do with the atmosphere. It’s incredibly depressing. No wonder it has trouble attracting customers.
But it’s nothing I can’t overcome with a little bit of patience. And if I get tired of waiting, I’ll just drink.
A friendly, boisterous drunk
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-10/hal/
Do I? Hells yeah I know Charlie! That’s my old drinking buddy!
We’d come here every night and pound the beers! And sometimes, on a good night, we’d even drink ‘em! Ha-ha-ha!
Hey, the floor’s gotta drink too. It’s tough work, getting stepped on all day!
Bar
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/frank-and-bill/
I’m asking who’d win in a fight. I’m saying NCR, hands down. This stubborn son of a bitch right here, he says Legion.
The only one stubborn here is you Bill. Like how you won’t let Doc Mitchell fix your nose.
I keep telling you, it’s crooked. Doc can fix that for you, I seen him do it. It’s just too bad he can’t do something about the rest of your face.
Just too many to list, these roles range from 5 to 20 lines
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-4-and-5/
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Mechanic outside El Rey Motel
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/long-term-roles-and-projects/fallout-person-3/
What does it look like? I fix things that are broke.
Only when we got work. Most days, I’m just a girl with a wrench.
You got it backwards, actually. High-end tech is easy.
Try fixing an Adams-Farwell with nothing but a socket wrench and a screwdriver. Now that’s talent.
Old man running a shop in Rivet City. This role may require speaking some Chinese, but the character is faking it so the accent doesn't have to be good.
Oh that? Just hamming it up to keep the shouwei off my back.
The more they pay attention to the crazy old man bit, the less they notice what I’m really up to.
Just my customers. They keep my name out of their mouths, I keep mine full of Chinese.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/commercial-radio/
Most of these are satire, parodies of 1950s ads so they should be done with that in mind
(razor commercial)
Hey there. Why don't you come a little closer. Don't be shy.
You know what I want, don't you. I want you to take it off. I want you to take it all off.
No, not your clothes handsome. You can keep those on. I want you to take off all that pesky facial hair. And nothing takes it off like a Blades brand razor.
Blades. Because if there's one thing a woman like me wants, it's a man who's unafraid to take it off.
(deteregent commercial)
Now isn’t that just like a teenager. You knock and knock but you can’t wake him up! So you decide to open the door when “uh-oh!” He knows better than that! Stains all over those clean white sheets. And you have to wash it.
Thankfully, there’s Washo’s Magic Whitener for all those tough, hard to clean stains.
(sexist gaming ad)
Remember, carpal tunnel syndrome is no laughing matter. And while our Computech Entertainment System may seem like a terminal designed for all sexes, the plug-in joysticks can cause serious distress for women both under and above the age of twenty, preventing you from doing the vital tasks around the house that lead to a healthy and happy marriage.
Computech – computers, terminals and gaming devices for MEN.
Carver is a merc. These are holotape recordings, but the game adds the effect so there's no need to mess with the audio.
http://3dnpc.com/wiki/scripts/open-roles/fallout-person-9/carvers-holotapes/
The Doc calls it the theory of everything. But three weeks in, and we got nothing to show for it. Meanwhile our supplies are running low and the ghouls are at the door. He keeps saying he’s close. Well, so are they.