IGN: Adventurepoo
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have a high amount of RP Experience, I love playing fallout servers and im good at roleplay. On a scale of 1-10 I would say im in the 7-9 columns.
Why Us: I was banned from another fallout server for being a friend of a griefer and its pissing me off the fact that I can't play because of what my friends do. So I saw this and noticed factions and guns and decided that this is where I want to spend my roleplay time.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can play up to 7 hours daily. (im a nerd) :smile.gif:
IC
Name: Jedadiah Longhorn
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6.3 Ft tall, Brown hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, wears darker clothing.
Fears: Raiders And Mutants, But when it comes to a battle he always wins.
Personality: Friendly, Loves chatting with fellow allies and friends, Never starts arguments, If started, always wins.
Occupation:
Skills: Woodcutting, hunting, mining and scavenging.
Nickname (Optional): Jed
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Sally: Hello Jed!
Jed: Hey Sally....
Sally: What's Wrong Jed You Sound Sad..?
Jed: What's Wrong?! How did you get over what happened last night.
Sally: I didn't get over it Jed but if I think about it, It's going to make me more upset then I already am!!!
Jed: Sally, Our village was attacked by raiders and our families were killed and we are now living in the middle of nowhere.
Sally: Jed stop being so persistent and stuck up, You were always so nice...
Jed: Things change Sally, after the radiation hit Vault 43 we had no where to go and now we live in a small bunker.
Sally: Cheer up Jed, Tommorow you will be feeling better!
Jed: Im sorry Sally for the way I came in here, You always make me feel better!
Sally: No problem Jed, And hey, can you go fetch us some water? We need them for our crops!
Jed: Sure thing Sally, See you later!
Sally: Bye Jed!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jedadiah was a young boy. At the age of 12 his family was killed in a battle between survivors and mutants. He had nowhere to go until he met up with sally, his old friend. They moved into vault 43 only to be hit by radiation 2 years later, after regaining their livestock and their crops they had settled in a small bunker just 200miles from vault 43, well the ruins anyways. He is now 17 and more mature than before and has bigger challenges in life. He knew that very day that he was going to do great things.
Thanks for reading this, Im so excited to play I can't wait!
Hope I will get whitelisted!
IGN:Smokeismist
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Other fallout rpg and lotr
Why Us:because you guys have lots of cool mods
Time You Can Dedicate:mon-thur 3:30-8:00
IC
Name:Jeff Snow
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Black Hair Blue eye pretty much looks like a waste lander
Fears:Loosing Robb Stone in action
Personality:Romantic but pretty serious
Occupation:Poilce
Skills:Firearms and building
Nickname (Optional):Snowball
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Jeff:We've got Mutants..
Robb:I count 3
Jeff:Wrong,theres a fourth behind the rock.
Robb:You always have to be a smart ass
Jeff:Actually thats my personality.
Robb:Whatever,you go to left and ill go to the right and cover you since i have the long range weapon.
*Jeff mumbles about unfairness*
*Robb sights his target and takes the one behind the rock out while Jeff hit two in the chest injuring them*
*Robb hit one of the two in the head killing it while Jeff fires and hits the other of the two in the temple*
*the remaining mutant pulls out a wicked looking axe*
Jeff:Aww ****...*checks his ammo and sees hes out*
Jeff:Two can play at that game *He takes out his machete and readies*
*The mutant charges and Jeff charges when they are two feet away Robb fires and hit the mutant splattering gore on Jeff*
Jeff:You son of a *****!
*Robb laughs over radio and when Jeff walks into sight he loses it and rolls on the ground laughing*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Jeff was a young texan boy raised by his Uncle Jim Dandy on a ranch. His Father and Mother died of Rad Poisoning when he was 6. Raised on the farm by his Uncle, Jeff learned alot of useful skills. When he was 17 he decided to set out for Norther Texas. Along the way he meet Robb,they became great friends on thier passage north. When they got to Texas they decided to stick together. They are great friends and hope to join the Enclave some day and elimannate the Wastelanders and the NCR Who taxed thier families so much.Jeff is young and full of party energy. Hes pretty gung-ho and can meet the strength of most men. He even went up against a mutant with a sword...until Robb shot it.Right Now Jeff just wants to get rid of the Mutants and Wastelanders and those cursed NCR...And have fun doing it.
Role-Play Exp:2 servers and have played all fallout games except brotherhood of
steel
Why Us:Was interested in fallout in minecraft and wanted to join mp server
Time You Can Dedicate:Weekdays 7pm-9pm, weekends ALL DAY
IC
Name: Bison
Gender:M
Age:Unknown
Appearance:Ghoul,very rotten
Fears:People who eat porkchops, Tanks
Personality:Wise,Curious,Mean spirited
Occupation:Wanderer
Skills:Shooting,Walking
RP Example:
Bison:"Goat?....GOAT!"
(Runs towards the goat like thing.)
Bison:"Wait...your not a goat...your a smoothskin!"
(Takes out his last stick of dynamite.)
Bison:"Aw crap thats my last stick of dynamite!"
Smoothskin:"Wait don't kill me!"
Bison;"Why not?"
Smoothskin:"If you kill me no one will ever know the location of the treasure!"
Bison:"What treasure?"
(He lights the dynamite.)
Smoothskin:"Uhhh....the treasure of the Mojave!"
Bison:"Nope, don't buy it."
(Chucks the dynamite at the smoothskin as he runs away.)
Smoothskin:"NOOOO!"
BOOM!!!!
Backstory: I was born sometime before the great war. My parents were humble
farmers from somewhere in western Canada. I spent my childhood playing with my
pet goat, Porkchop. But then the war happened. The American forces invaded
Canada. One day American troops captured me and my parents, and my beloved goat
porkchop. But that was not the worst of it. The sirens were sound. An unknown
force had launched a nuclear attack on North America.Our farm and the
surrounding prairie was reduced to radiated ash.
It was many hours after the initial attack. The Americans were gone. I searched
the farm for my parents or Porkchop eventually finding my parents dead, a bullet
in my fathers head. I never did find Porkchop. With a tear in my eye, I left my
home and parents. I decided to go south. Find the Americans, or anyone. As I
walked I could hear the screams of people, but I was to frightened to help. I
could not rember my name so I named myself the first thing I saw. A semi trailer
with the words "Bison Transport" across the side. Bison sounded cool. After
weeks of wandering I was captured by people clad in frightening armor. Me and
many other people were transported by some sort of flying vehicle to the Mojave.
I escaped there base and ran to a nearby cave. Inside this cave was a vault, but
I can't remember which vault it was.They took me in, but during my travels my
skin rotted and I was turned into a ghoul.They still helped me.I lived in that
vault for many years but I became homesick and lonesome. I left the vault to
Role-Play Exp:2 servers and have played all fallout games except brotherhood of
steel
Why Us:Was interested in fallout in minecraft and wanted to join mp server
Time You Can Dedicate:Weekdays 7pm-9pm, weekends ALL DAY
IC
Name: Bison
Gender:M
Age:Unknown
Appearance:Ghoul,very rotten
Fears:People who eat porkchops, Tanks
Personality:Wise,Curious,Mean spirited
Occupation:Wanderer
Skills:Shooting,Walking
RP Example:
Bison:"Goat?....GOAT!"
(Runs towards the goat like thing.)
Bison:"Wait...your not a goat...your a smoothskin!"
(Takes out his last stick of dynamite.)
Bison:"Aw crap thats my last stick of dynamite!"
Smoothskin:"Wait don't kill me!"
Bison;"Why not?"
Smoothskin:"If you kill me no one will ever know the location of the treasure!"
Bison:"What treasure?"
(He lights the dynamite.)
Smoothskin:"Uhhh....the treasure of the Mojave!"
Bison:"Nope, don't buy it."
(Chucks the dynamite at the smoothskin as he runs away.)
Smoothskin:"NOOOO!"
BOOM!!!!
Backstory: I was born sometime before the great war. My parents were humble
farmers from somewhere in western Canada. I spent my childhood playing with my
pet goat, Porkchop. But then the war happened. The American forces invaded
Canada. One day American troops captured me and my parents, and my beloved goat
porkchop. But that was not the worst of it. The sirens were sound. An unknown
force had launched a nuclear attack on North America.Our farm and the
surrounding prairie was reduced to radiated ash.
It was many hours after the initial attack. The Americans were gone. I searched
the farm for my parents or Porkchop eventually finding my parents dead, a bullet
in my fathers head. I never did find Porkchop. With a tear in my eye, I left my
home and parents. I decided to go south. Find the Americans, or anyone. As I
walked I could hear the screams of people, but I was to frightened to help. I
could not rember my name so I named myself the first thing I saw. A semi trailer
with the words "Bison Transport" across the side. Bison sounded cool. After
weeks of wandering I was captured by people clad in frightening armor. Me and
many other people were transported by some sort of flying vehicle to the Mojave.
I escaped there base and ran to a nearby cave. Inside this cave was a vault, but
I can't remember which vault it was.They took me in, but during my travels my
skin rotted and I was turned into a ghoul.They still helped me.I lived in that
vault for many years but I became homesick and lonesome. I left the vault to
IGN:jaredalert11
Age:11
Role-Play Exp.:none but i would like to start
Why Us:i like fallout And I loved oblivion
Time You Can Dedicate:per day maybe 2 hours on weekends maybe 5
ICName: Hope
Gender:Boy
Age:16
Appearance: hair:brown Skin:light tan Height:about 160 cm weight:6 stone
Fears:Clowns
Personality:Cunning
Occupation:Hunter
Skills:Sneaking assasinating Marksman
Nickname (Optional):NONE
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Bandit:Hand over your caps and i wont have to shoot *He Has a Pistol
Me:Ok i dont want trouble im just trying To get some Food
Bandit:Just hand over your caps Now!
Me:*Drops Caps on Ground*
Bandit:Your So gonna get it
Bandit:*Shoots but misses*
Me:Say hi to My Pistol *Shoots In The Eye and Walks away*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born inside vault 62.He was always a loner eventully at 10 killed 6 people.He was about to be executed when his Best Friend (Kyle) Clonked a guard with a baseball bat and they snuck through the pipes of the vault and escaped.20 days later Kyle had caught Radiation sickness.He asked Hope to execute him but Hope managed to find the cure and Later they came to Los vegas at the age of 11 and were raised by a teenager named Dai until Dai was Killed by bandits Hope took His pistol and there was a shoot out. Hope and Kyle were seperated when they ran Hope ran into a cave and holed up for a week He started to go paranoid that everyone was out to get him he Explored assasinating most who came to his path except for one who had crossed his path it was man named Eagle He explained how he had been following him since the shoot out in los vegas He admired how Hope was able Kill freely and sleep so soundly and gave him 2 choices
(A)Keep on running
(B)Become a Brotherhood member
Hope picked (:cool.gif: and they set off to the nearest camp and Hope was trained.While hunting he wandered off and started exploring and was captured after a couple of hours hope was dumped on a table and was tortured until they noticed the mark of the brotherhood he Kicked one who dropped his gun and shot both of them right in the chest he started wandering t`ill he managed to regroup with one of their contacts in riverwood where he now resides
Eh, your backstory is long so that kinda good. But I feel it goes way too fast. From living too murdering in a bi-Polar instant, Please do something about the pace. Denied.
IGN:Smokeismist
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Other fallout rpg and lotr
Why Us:because you guys have lots of cool mods
Time You Can Dedicate:mon-thur 3:30-8:00
IC
Name:Jeff Snow
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Black Hair Blue eye pretty much looks like a waste lander
Fears:Loosing Robb Stone in action
Personality:Romantic but pretty serious
Occupation:Poilce
Skills:Firearms and building
Nickname (Optional):Snowball
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Jeff:We've got Mutants..
Robb:I count 3
Jeff:Wrong,theres a fourth behind the rock.
Robb:You always have to be a smart ass
Jeff:Actually thats my personality.
Robb:Whatever,you go to left and ill go to the right and cover you since i have the long range weapon.
*Jeff mumbles about unfairness*
*Robb sights his target and takes the one behind the rock out while Jeff hit two in the chest injuring them*
*Robb hit one of the two in the head killing it while Jeff fires and hits the other of the two in the temple*
*the remaining mutant pulls out a wicked looking axe*
Jeff:Aww ****...*checks his ammo and sees hes out*
Jeff:Two can play at that game *He takes out his machete and readies*
*The mutant charges and Jeff charges when they are two feet away Robb fires and hit the mutant splattering gore on Jeff*
Jeff:You son of a *****!
*Robb laughs over radio and when Jeff walks into sight he loses it and rolls on the ground laughing*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Jeff was a young texan boy raised by his Uncle Jim Dandy on a ranch. His Father and Mother died of Rad Poisoning when he was 6. Raised on the farm by his Uncle, Jeff learned alot of useful skills. When he was 17 he decided to set out for Norther Texas. Along the way he meet Robb,they became great friends on thier passage north. When they got to Texas they decided to stick together. They are great friends and hope to join the Enclave some day and elimannate the Wastelanders and the NCR Who taxed thier families so much.Jeff is young and full of party energy. Hes pretty gung-ho and can meet the strength of most men. He even went up against a mutant with a sword...until Robb shot it.Right Now Jeff just wants to get rid of the Mutants and Wastelanders and those cursed NCR...And have fun doing it.
Accepted.. Wierd I almost didn't accept you.
I thought you were Mistissmoke! Lol!
IGN: Adventurepoo
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have a high amount of RP Experience, I love playing fallout servers and im good at roleplay. On a scale of 1-10 I would say im in the 7-9 columns.
Why Us: I was banned from another fallout server for being a friend of a griefer and its pissing me off the fact that I can't play because of what my friends do. So I saw this and noticed factions and guns and decided that this is where I want to spend my roleplay time.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can play up to 7 hours daily. (im a nerd)
IC
Name: Jedadiah Longhorn
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6.3 Ft tall, Brown hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, wears darker clothing.
Fears: Raiders And Mutants, But when it comes to a battle he always wins.
Personality: Friendly, Loves chatting with fellow allies and friends, Never starts arguments, If started, always wins.
Occupation:
Skills: Woodcutting, hunting, mining and scavenging.
Nickname (Optional): Jed
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Sally: Hello Jed!
Jed: Hey Sally....
Sally: What's Wrong Jed You Sound Sad..?
Jed: What's Wrong?! How did you get over what happened last night.
Sally: I didn't get over it Jed but if I think about it, It's going to make me more upset then I already am!!!
Jed: Sally, Our village was attacked by raiders and our families were killed and we are now living in the middle of nowhere.
Sally: Jed stop being so persistent and stuck up, You were always so nice...
Jed: Things change Sally, after the radiation hit Vault 43 we had no where to go and now we live in a small bunker.
Sally: Cheer up Jed, Tommorow you will be feeling better!
Jed: Im sorry Sally for the way I came in here, You always make me feel better!
Sally: No problem Jed, And hey, can you go fetch us some water? We need them for our crops!
Jed: Sure thing Sally, See you later!
Sally: Bye Jed!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jedadiah was a young boy. At the age of 12 his family was killed in a battle between survivors and mutants. He had nowhere to go until he met up with sally, his old friend. They moved into vault 43 only to be hit by radiation 2 years later, after regaining their livestock and their crops they had settled in a small bunker just 200miles from vault 43, well the ruins anyways. He is now 17 and more mature than before and has bigger challenges in life. He knew that very day that he was going to do great things.
Thanks for reading this, Im so excited to play I can't wait!
Hope I will get whitelisted!
IGN:RobertMac777
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I Have Played on a few RP servers but, i want to play on more. I think that this could be a good one!
Why Us:Because it sounds fun, i love Fallout on the Xbox, and i love minecraft, so if you put them together it sounds amazing!
Time You Can Dedicate:I Can Dedicate 4-5 Hours a day.
IC
Name:Robert
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Black Clothes and a Grey Hat
Fears:Giant Geckos
Personality:Serious,Fanny at times and hardworking!
Occupation:Guard/ Hunter
Skills:Shooting, fighting and Helping
Nickname (Optional):Rob
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Surviving as a soldier, nomad and wonderer. I survey the lands, take what I need, and survive.
Robert:"Initiate! Come here!"
Initiate:"Yes sir?"
*The initiate comes running over*
Robert:"I need you to help me move this body. It's blocking the road."
Initiate:"Yes sir."
*Robert and the initiate move the body off of the path*
Robert:"That will be all Initiate. Return to your guard duty."
Initiate:"Of course sir!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was brought up by a family of Caravaneers,i was a your and cheerful young boy, the family had a successful line of business in the NCR territories. However, NCR taxes and a string of misfortunes including the Great Tree Mountain Pass Incident soon left them financially crippled. Almost an adult, I left my home and ventured into the wastes out south east where a run in with a giant radscorpion left me crippled. Certain that death awaited me I sat under an overpass where a small group of couriers from Mojave Express took me and patched Me up. From there I felt indebted to them and took up work as a courier, contracted by Mojave Express. They thought that i was a Hardworking, strong young man that is always up for a challenge!
Accepted. 3 More people done! Ima turn in the names, and Play some Fallout RP :biggrin.gif:
Owneh: Denied: Add more details about your character's history.
Dairycow: Denied. Had no idea what was going on in your backstory. Try to make it more Fallout-ish (Get rid of the arrow parts and put in more detail like where he was born,etc...)
I had a Great backstory that was very detailed and quite easy to follow, but I got denied for reasons I did not understand... So i wrote that peice of ****, there you go, I don't have time to write another of those...
IGN:THEBOMB1999 (PS Hate my name XD)
Age:12 obviously
Role-Play Exp.: Very Much I was in 3 Role-Play Servers and made 2 of the stories.
Why Us:Ummmmm First...FallOut! Guns! Role-Play!. Ok Now to get serious RP is my favorite hobby in minecraft and this one caught my right when I clicked multiplayer smp and I would die in happyness if you whitelisted me
Time You Can Dedicate:Pretty much everyday atleast an hour or two depending how busy I am
IC
Name:Sean Smith
Gender:Male
Age:25
Appearance:
Fears:Heights,Death.
Personality:happy,positive,a good leader but doesn't want to be one.
Occupation: His only goal now is to make it out alive
Skills:Good at Blade,Aircraft,guns.
Nickname (Sean Smith):
RP Example (I'm Sorry To Do This. *Stabs Roy In His Neck*):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Sean had a normal life no injuries or family casualties. Next thing he could remember is his father telling him be strong as he passed out he was worried. As he woke up he heard gunshots and battle cries. Gasping for air he came out a beige sac and noticed he was being carried in a car with guns and bullets. As he was carried throughout as if a piece of cargo he was brought to war. He asked the man driving "Where the hell am I!!!". "We ran out of men so we used your" Replied the man. So Mr. Smith new the only thing left was to just keep fighting.
OOC (Out Of Character, I know my role-play lingo very well.)
IGN: N3tiZ3n
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have Role-played in other games such as Runescape and WoW, and other people seemed to think that I was pretty good at staying in character and sticking to the character as well.
Why Us: Well, The reason why I picked you guys is because I love the entire fallout series and do some RP in my spare time, so I decided that it would be a great combination for a server choice to stick to for a long time.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 4-6 hours on weekdays, 10+ on weekend days.
IC (In Character)
Name: John Perez
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: He has a Dark Tan Skin, Short Hair, is Tall and is semi muscular looking.
Fears: Heights/Sudden Surprises.
Personality: Follows orders well, Hotheaded and Paranoid
Occupation: Support Solider
Skills: Repair, Medicine, Good Shooting Skills, very good scavenger.
Nickname (Optional): "The Charmer"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Sgt. Tony: We gotta move solider, the explosives are about to blow!
Pvt. John: Ok Sergeant, lets get out of this flaming shithole!
(Pvt. John spots a wounded solider on his way out)
Pvt. John: Hold on Sergeant, we gotta help this solider out of here!
Sgt. Tony: There's no time Private, we gotta get the hell out of here, this place is gonna blow any second.
Pvt. John: Sorry Sergeant, but i'm willing to put my life on the line for this dying solider and damn the consequences!
Sgt. Tony: Well Private, if your going to put your life on the line, I might as well do it too. Grab his other arm and lets get him to safety solider.
(The 3 of them escape unharmed due to Pvt. John's Bravery, and he was awarded one of the highest honors in the Military.)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When I was a kid, only about 10 years old, I used to look up at all the young men enlisting in the military and saw them as idols, and I set my mind to one day being just like them. Of course, that dream never was realized as soon as I wanted or exactly as I pictured it, my mother and father were murdered by petty raiders found in the wasteland, we never even had a chance.
The Only reason that I still live on today is because my Parent's hid me from the Raiders in the nick of time, and I managed to escape to the nearest town of Goodsprings. I not only served in the army because I wanted to defend where I lived and came from, but in the memory of my parent's and as retribution to wipe people like those raiders off the face of the Earth, this shapes my every fiber and being of who I still am today.
Reposting because I have not been replied to yet.
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Proud player of Killion Detention Center
Rank: Free
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have a high amount of RP Experience, I love playing fallout servers and im good at roleplay. On a scale of 1-10 I would say im in the 7-9 columns.
Why Us: I was banned from another fallout server for being a friend of a griefer and its pissing me off the fact that I can't play because of what my friends do. So I saw this and noticed factions and guns and decided that this is where I want to spend my roleplay time.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can play up to 7 hours daily. (im a nerd) :smile.gif:
IC
Name: Jedadiah Longhorn
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6.3 Ft tall, Brown hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, wears darker clothing.
Fears: Raiders And Mutants, But when it comes to a battle he always wins.
Personality: Friendly, Loves chatting with fellow allies and friends, Never starts arguments, If started, always wins.
Occupation:
Skills: Woodcutting, hunting, mining and scavenging.
Nickname (Optional): Jed
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Sally: Hello Jed!
Jed: Hey Sally....
Sally: What's Wrong Jed You Sound Sad..?
Jed: What's Wrong?! How did you get over what happened last night.
Sally: I didn't get over it Jed but if I think about it, It's going to make me more upset then I already am!!!
Jed: Sally, Our village was attacked by raiders and our families were killed and we are now living in the middle of nowhere.
Sally: Jed stop being so persistent and stuck up, You were always so nice...
Jed: Things change Sally, after the radiation hit Vault 43 we had no where to go and now we live in a small bunker.
Sally: Cheer up Jed, Tommorow you will be feeling better!
Jed: Im sorry Sally for the way I came in here, You always make me feel better!
Sally: No problem Jed, And hey, can you go fetch us some water? We need them for our crops!
Jed: Sure thing Sally, See you later!
Sally: Bye Jed!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jedadiah was a young boy. At the age of 12 his family was killed in a battle between survivors and mutants. He had nowhere to go until he met up with sally, his old friend. They moved into vault 43 only to be hit by radiation 2 years later, after regaining their livestock and their crops they had settled in a small bunker just 200miles from vault 43, well the ruins anyways. He is now 17 and more mature than before and has bigger challenges in life. He knew that very day that he was going to do great things.
Thanks for reading this, Im so excited to play I can't wait!
Hope I will get whitelisted!
Sincerely,
Adventurepoo
IGN:Smokeismist
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Other fallout rpg and lotr
Why Us:because you guys have lots of cool mods
Time You Can Dedicate:mon-thur 3:30-8:00
IC
Name:Jeff Snow
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Black Hair Blue eye pretty much looks like a waste lander
Fears:Loosing Robb Stone in action
Personality:Romantic but pretty serious
Occupation:Poilce
Skills:Firearms and building
Nickname (Optional):Snowball
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Jeff:We've got Mutants..
Robb:I count 3
Jeff:Wrong,theres a fourth behind the rock.
Robb:You always have to be a smart ass
Jeff:Actually thats my personality.
Robb:Whatever,you go to left and ill go to the right and cover you since i have the long range weapon.
*Jeff mumbles about unfairness*
*Robb sights his target and takes the one behind the rock out while Jeff hit two in the chest injuring them*
*Robb hit one of the two in the head killing it while Jeff fires and hits the other of the two in the temple*
*the remaining mutant pulls out a wicked looking axe*
Jeff:Aww ****...*checks his ammo and sees hes out*
Jeff:Two can play at that game *He takes out his machete and readies*
*The mutant charges and Jeff charges when they are two feet away Robb fires and hit the mutant splattering gore on Jeff*
Jeff:You son of a *****!
*Robb laughs over radio and when Jeff walks into sight he loses it and rolls on the ground laughing*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Jeff was a young texan boy raised by his Uncle Jim Dandy on a ranch. His Father and Mother died of Rad Poisoning when he was 6. Raised on the farm by his Uncle, Jeff learned alot of useful skills. When he was 17 he decided to set out for Norther Texas. Along the way he meet Robb,they became great friends on thier passage north. When they got to Texas they decided to stick together. They are great friends and hope to join the Enclave some day and elimannate the Wastelanders and the NCR Who taxed thier families so much.Jeff is young and full of party energy. Hes pretty gung-ho and can meet the strength of most men. He even went up against a mutant with a sword...until Robb shot it.Right Now Jeff just wants to get rid of the Mutants and Wastelanders and those cursed NCR...And have fun doing it.
IGN:grenadeguy06
Age:14
Role-Play Exp:2 servers and have played all fallout games except brotherhood of
steel
Why Us:Was interested in fallout in minecraft and wanted to join mp server
Time You Can Dedicate:Weekdays 7pm-9pm, weekends ALL DAY
IC
Name: Bison
Gender:M
Age:Unknown
Appearance:Ghoul,very rotten
Fears:People who eat porkchops, Tanks
Personality:Wise,Curious,Mean spirited
Occupation:Wanderer
Skills:Shooting,Walking
RP Example:
Bison:"Goat?....GOAT!"
(Runs towards the goat like thing.)
Bison:"Wait...your not a goat...your a smoothskin!"
(Takes out his last stick of dynamite.)
Bison:"Aw crap thats my last stick of dynamite!"
Smoothskin:"Wait don't kill me!"
Bison;"Why not?"
Smoothskin:"If you kill me no one will ever know the location of the treasure!"
Bison:"What treasure?"
(He lights the dynamite.)
Smoothskin:"Uhhh....the treasure of the Mojave!"
Bison:"Nope, don't buy it."
(Chucks the dynamite at the smoothskin as he runs away.)
Smoothskin:"NOOOO!"
BOOM!!!!
Backstory: I was born sometime before the great war. My parents were humble
farmers from somewhere in western Canada. I spent my childhood playing with my
pet goat, Porkchop. But then the war happened. The American forces invaded
Canada. One day American troops captured me and my parents, and my beloved goat
porkchop. But that was not the worst of it. The sirens were sound. An unknown
force had launched a nuclear attack on North America.Our farm and the
surrounding prairie was reduced to radiated ash.
It was many hours after the initial attack. The Americans were gone. I searched
the farm for my parents or Porkchop eventually finding my parents dead, a bullet
in my fathers head. I never did find Porkchop. With a tear in my eye, I left my
home and parents. I decided to go south. Find the Americans, or anyone. As I
walked I could hear the screams of people, but I was to frightened to help. I
could not rember my name so I named myself the first thing I saw. A semi trailer
with the words "Bison Transport" across the side. Bison sounded cool. After
weeks of wandering I was captured by people clad in frightening armor. Me and
many other people were transported by some sort of flying vehicle to the Mojave.
I escaped there base and ran to a nearby cave. Inside this cave was a vault, but
I can't remember which vault it was.They took me in, but during my travels my
skin rotted and I was turned into a ghoul.They still helped me.I lived in that
vault for many years but I became homesick and lonesome. I left the vault to
brace the warm heat of the Mojave Wastes.
Accepted
Eh, your backstory is long so that kinda good. But I feel it goes way too fast. From living too murdering in a bi-Polar instant, Please do something about the pace. Denied.
MC patcher seems to be preventing me for joining the server, but i can connect with a clean jar. anybody else having this problem?correction, it is just my internet being annoying.
Accepted.. Wierd I almost didn't accept you.
I thought you were Mistissmoke! Lol!
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have a high amount of RP Experience, I love playing fallout servers and im good at roleplay. On a scale of 1-10 I would say im in the 7-9 columns.
Why Us: I was banned from another fallout server for being a friend of a griefer and its pissing me off the fact that I can't play because of what my friends do. So I saw this and noticed factions and guns and decided that this is where I want to spend my roleplay time.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can play up to 7 hours daily. (im a nerd)
IC
Name: Jedadiah Longhorn
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6.3 Ft tall, Brown hair, brown eyes, long eyelashes, wears darker clothing.
Fears: Raiders And Mutants, But when it comes to a battle he always wins.
Personality: Friendly, Loves chatting with fellow allies and friends, Never starts arguments, If started, always wins.
Occupation:
Skills: Woodcutting, hunting, mining and scavenging.
Nickname (Optional): Jed
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Sally: Hello Jed!
Jed: Hey Sally....
Sally: What's Wrong Jed You Sound Sad..?
Jed: What's Wrong?! How did you get over what happened last night.
Sally: I didn't get over it Jed but if I think about it, It's going to make me more upset then I already am!!!
Jed: Sally, Our village was attacked by raiders and our families were killed and we are now living in the middle of nowhere.
Sally: Jed stop being so persistent and stuck up, You were always so nice...
Jed: Things change Sally, after the radiation hit Vault 43 we had no where to go and now we live in a small bunker.
Sally: Cheer up Jed, Tommorow you will be feeling better!
Jed: Im sorry Sally for the way I came in here, You always make me feel better!
Sally: No problem Jed, And hey, can you go fetch us some water? We need them for our crops!
Jed: Sure thing Sally, See you later!
Sally: Bye Jed!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jedadiah was a young boy. At the age of 12 his family was killed in a battle between survivors and mutants. He had nowhere to go until he met up with sally, his old friend. They moved into vault 43 only to be hit by radiation 2 years later, after regaining their livestock and their crops they had settled in a small bunker just 200miles from vault 43, well the ruins anyways. He is now 17 and more mature than before and has bigger challenges in life. He knew that very day that he was going to do great things.
Thanks for reading this, Im so excited to play I can't wait!
Hope I will get whitelisted!
Sincerely,
Adventurepoo
Accepted. 3 More people done! Ima turn in the names, and Play some Fallout RP :biggrin.gif:
I had a Great backstory that was very detailed and quite easy to follow, but I got denied for reasons I did not understand... So i wrote that peice of ****, there you go, I don't have time to write another of those...
I was accepted approx. 400 pages ago.
Has Rules!
Rank listings!
And a application Submission section!
Go see yourself!
http://wnc-enclave.forumotion.com/
IGN?
Age:12 obviously
Role-Play Exp.: Very Much I was in 3 Role-Play Servers and made 2 of the stories.
Why Us:Ummmmm First...FallOut! Guns! Role-Play!. Ok Now to get serious RP is my favorite hobby in minecraft and this one caught my right when I clicked multiplayer smp and I would die in happyness if you whitelisted me
Time You Can Dedicate:Pretty much everyday atleast an hour or two depending how busy I am
IC
Name:Sean Smith
Gender:Male
Age:25
Appearance:
Fears:Heights,Death.
Personality:happy,positive,a good leader but doesn't want to be one.
Occupation: His only goal now is to make it out alive
Skills:Good at Blade,Aircraft,guns.
Nickname (Sean Smith):
RP Example (I'm Sorry To Do This. *Stabs Roy In His Neck*):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Sean had a normal life no injuries or family casualties. Next thing he could remember is his father telling him be strong as he passed out he was worried. As he woke up he heard gunshots and battle cries. Gasping for air he came out a beige sac and noticed he was being carried in a car with guns and bullets. As he was carried throughout as if a piece of cargo he was brought to war. He asked the man driving "Where the hell am I!!!". "We ran out of men so we used your" Replied the man. So Mr. Smith new the only thing left was to just keep fighting.
Please Email:[email protected] If You decide to whitelist
Reposting because I have not been replied to yet.
Rank: Free
mcd900.
On the list to be whitelisted ASAP.
You will have to contact colb.