IGN:Noperism
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I know a decent amount of info for fallout and i can act as if i am a character, and when i was younger me and my friends would do a little sort of war reenactments and other such things.
Why Us:Well you guys seem like you are very professional and know what you are doing and it seems like a friendly server and i love the series of fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 10 hours weekly if not busy from school
IC
Name:Andrew
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:mysterious and strange average height 5"11, average body
Fears:Fears the unknown, and unfriendly people, he does not like ghouls
Personality:He is a kind and friendly person at heart but he doesn't really show it much, he loves to talk to people and is willing to help almost anyone for spare change.
Occupation:he is a wanderer/trader
Skills:He is skilled at shooting guns and good sneak
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): was born and raised vault 54,my mother had died while giving birth to my now dead brother when I was 12 and my father left the vault when I was 18(i haven't seen him since).Two years later and I was tired of living each day seeing things that reminded me of them (the pictures, the school, the rooms, ect) I left, I couldn't handle remembering them anymore.
I found my way to the Mojave and almost died when a strange figure appeared and gave me some stimpacks and food, and told me where I was, I still don't know who he was or why he helped me... Now here I am, two years into this hell we call the world in a fine trading buissness with my friend Jericho wandering the wastes of the Mojave just trying to get by.Everyday I wonder how life could have been so much better for me if these damn bombs hadn't have made this destruction. My mother would still be alive and my father would still be here too. I am a lost soul in a wasteland of mystery, I will never feel at home, at least until I die...
IGN: ThatMine
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Many rp servers, lots of experience, I know all the rp rules
Why Us: I love fallout and I love Roleplaying
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours weekdays, 8 hours weekends
IC
Name: Derrick Clandence
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Dark hair, muscular, calm demeanor, green eyes, 6'6
Fears: Caesers Legion, Mutants
Personality: Sharp, Serious, Persuasive
Occupation: Mercenary/Bodyguard
Skills: Strong, Agile, Smart, Sharp Shooter, Close range combat
Nickname (Optional): none
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Derrick", the voice came to him as though from far away... "Derrick"!... this time it was louder, and Derrick opened his eyes. He awoke to the face of Henry, which blocked out the sun and made a strange silhouette so that he could not see his face. "Derrick we have to get moving, I can see a band of people coming up the hill." They had camped on a cliff for the night, and you could see for miles across the Mojave Wasteland. "Are they Bandits?" asked Max, "No, from the looks of them they are the NCR." Derrick got off the hard ground, with a groan he took the binoculars from Henry, "Let's see what we have here", he said as he adjusted the binoculars to where Henry was pointing. From this distance Derrick could not make many details, but he could clearly see the uniforms of the NCR, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, just another squad on patrol. He was about to put down the binoculars but then something caught his eye, a movement behind them, so slight that had anyone else seen it they would have thought it was the wind, but not Derrick. "Derrick who are they ". "SHHH" Derrick put up his hand to silence Henry, he put down the binoculars and took out his sniper rifle, which could see farther. "Derrick what do you s-" Henry's question was interrupted by a huge boom, and smoke from the tip of Derricks sniper rifle. 865 yards away, a Caesars Legion soldier got a bullet through the head, as he was about to take his shot on the NCR patrol. The NCR patrol dropped to the ground in a well trained formation and Derrick backed up from the cliff into the cover of the rocks. "Derrick what happened", Derrick looked back at Henry..."Wasteland Justice"...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Derrick was born in New Vegas to Joseph Clandence. Derrick grew up with Henry Walsch, who is his best friend and employer. Derrick's father Joseph was friends with Robert Walsch, Henry's dad, who could not afford to keep Henry in a healthy environment, so he entrusted Joseph with his son. Joseph was a wealthy merchant, and tradesman, when Henry came in adamant about trade Joseph started to largly ignore his son, who often went out for days at a time exploring. He developed his sharp shooting and survival skills by doing this. When Derrick was 19 he was out on another one of his treks, when a group of raiders found him and beat him withing an inch of his life, then left him to die. Derrick crawled for days without for or water, until he came upon a small encampment of NCR soldiers, after telling him his name, Clandence being a popular name around, they gave him food and water and when he was able, he went back to New Vegas.
For a while he stayed around his house, and the relationship with his father grew some, but it still remained tedious and did not go past calling Joseph by his first name, and not "Dad". When Henry started his own buisness and trading post, He picked Derrick for his protection. They would work together for many years, through good and bad. One day while Derrick was taking a ****, Henry was robbed for almost everything he had, and now Derrick and Henry have a chance to start anew in the Mojave Wasteland, no easy feat
OOC
IGN: Fizzy112
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I've done many RPGs before and know how to act when paying.
Why Us: Because I love Fallout and Minecraft
Time You Can Dedicate: Most weekends, but limited time on weekdays. I do go to college and dedicate the majority of my time to studying.
IC
Name: Jack Ritter
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Short brown hair, dark brown eyes, white, normal weight, normal height, faint Texan accent, and homosexual.
Fears: Unreasonable people, ghouls, anything that will kill without reason (Monsters, mutants, raiders, etc.), Homophobes, cannibals, darkness, and aliens
Personality: Cheery, Not-one-to-fight, flirty, and hopeless romantic
Occupation: Farmer and Prostitute
Skills: Green thumb, Easy to Seduce, Inspired by Unusual things, Diplomatic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jack walks past an old sign*
*Two burly men run out at him*
*Jack quickly turns to them*
*Jack raises his hands*
Jack: I don't want any trouble sirs...
*Jack flashes a half-smile*
Prick1: Give us everything you have or we'll -Bleep- you up.
Jack: Oh come now, must you be so hostile.
Prick1: Joseph, occupy his time.
*Prick2 looks at Prick1 uneasily*
Prick1: You gonna do somthin' for once? Or just stand there?
Prick2: Dunno' boss...
Jack: Come here Joseph, let me show you a good time...
Prick1: You're -Bleep-in' kidding me...
*Prick2 un-holsters his pistol*
Prick1: That's th-
*Prick2 shoots Prick1 in the head, killing him*
*Jack sneaks off when Prick2 isn't looking*
Prick2: Now whadda' 'bout that-
*Prick2 runs further up the road after him*
*Jack gets out of the ditch, far behind Prick2*
*Jack continues on his way*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack Larry Ritter was born on August 17th, 2264 near the Ruins of Houston. He was raised by his mother and father, until his father died of a severe disease unknown to his mother. He was seven when his mother and him left on a long trip to California with an expeditionary force of the Crimson Caravan. He arrived in the town of Dayglow, and worked as a farmer until the age of sixteen when he was sold into sexual slavery to settle a debt. Heartbroken that his mother would do such a thing, he tried to kill himself by a gun wound to the head, but couldn't pull the trigger because he was scared at what might happen. He ran away to the city of New Vegas by stowing away in a Caravan, and he arrived at the city in 2280. He worked as an independent prostitute in North Vegas Square until he decided to establish his own brothel in North Vegas.
Currently, The Rose of North Vegas is run by Jack, who also works to make money. He pays his to workers an even share of the profits, and Jack does not plan to close his business. Jack is an ex-Californian who never wishes to return to California as it is where is mother is. He is neutral of all other factions, and plans to stay that way.
IGN:swarmer2010
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: 3 Previous roleplay servers.
Why Us: I am a big fan of the fallout universe, and this seems like a well organized and good RP server.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 5 hours total on weekdays and about 7 hours total per weekend.
IC
Name: Amadeus DeVont
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall and lanky man with brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Almost never seen without goggles. His right arm covered with burn scars.
Fears: Dictators, monarchies, wild animals
Personality: A sophisticated and inventive mind, though not always shown. Not always the most sensitive or sympathetic man around, be he tries to care for others. Slightly socially awkward.
Occupation: Mechanical Engineer
Skills: Repair, building weapons and vehicles, structural design.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Damn," Amadeus thought to himself, "I gotta get that jeep cranked out, or those Khans 'll blow my garage to hell."
*He surveys the assembled parts*
"God, where the hell am I supposed to get spark plugs and a transformer?"
*Frustrated moan*
"Let's see, I don't think I up all the parts from that eyebot a week ago..."
*While frantically rummaging through a 10 foot mound of assorted mechanical parts, he sees a wanderer walking with a rusted robot*
"Hey, isn't that a Protectron? Wait."
Amadeus walked outside and yelled,"Hey! Need some work done on tinman there?"
*Wanderer jumps slightly and looks over*
"Well, he doesn't look too in shape now does he, but I could make it worth your while."
"Then come on in!"
*Amadeus begins taking apart the robot*
"Well, those are some nice spark plugs, and ,oh, that transformer looks pretty new too..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Amadeus DeVont was born a rich kid. His parents were successful entrepreneurs, and they bought their kid whatever he wanted. The one problem was, Amadeus was bored and destroyed everything they gave him, he had a nack for taking things apart. One day, his frustrated and tired parents gave up, leaving their 10-year-old son in the garage to teach him a lesson. They came back an hour later, ready to let him out, when they saw him there with a wrench in his hand and the lawnmower skillfully taken apart and organized. From then on, his parents forbid him from going near anything mechanical, for they feared he would hurt himself, whether it was smashing hat finger in a clamp, or slicing his finger with a blade.
Amadeus had had enough of his liberties taken away, and when he was 14, he ran away from home. Finding himself a job working in a auto repair shop, he found himself used to machines and in time, making his own. His first idea was to build a more effective gasoline engine. The prototype exploded the first time he tried to run it, leaving him with burn scars on his right arm for the rest of his life. But that didn't discourage him, though it should have. All of his meager saving were spent on hospital bills, and soon, he was penniless and unwilling to be employed, ans the news of the foolish boy spread. Amadeus found himself running from the city he lived in, running as far as he could, until he came to a rural town. There he started up his own small auto shop,and worked there for the next few years. The explosion left him rattled. He was the lone survivor of the small town, probably due to the fact that he was in the middle of testing out his own prototype of power armor. He used parts he had around to build himself a vehicle. From then on he has explored the waists, building, fixing, repairing, and inventing anything he could find.
Hey kiddos im a new White Lister. Prep for some Mad faces!
Accepted!
Reidster338 "Good Story, Nice App."
FearTheMoment " Damn, best back story yet.. "
Zamorak789 " Good ****. "
DECLINED
Slimebullet " Person Description is too short, Be more orig. Then a damn merc, We got alot of them. "
Zeze1225 " Short Description on your person. "
Briggs25 'Cool backstory! But your rp example is too short, and the vault was in DC, How did you get to the west coast?! "
Wrongheaven " **** dude, there were rarely any cars in the Mojave Desert, Your backstory makes NO sense. "
Droogy343 " Vault 3? pfft, get with the time line bro. "
Dralkt " there was no enderman in fall out, your Rp example is **** bro. "
Frazzguy " this is an RP server, I Dont think you belong here kid. "
Hanktank711 "gtfo, you cant rp"
Sandro911 " really... Pathetic.. >_> "
CarkisArias604 " Made your own app, go use the pre made and put a little more work in yours. "
Mr_Excite " GTFO! "
Krazedude " You cant RP, This is no Place for you. "
Leosnow900 " Out of the time line, Good App though! "
Excuse me? You should treat the people that are trying to join "your" server with a little more respect, The character I choose is for ME to choose. There is nothing "Pathetic" about it.
@Colbinile Can you review my Application and give me a legitimate response.
Hey guys, zamorak here, been playin on da server a bit. Its fun and good in my opinion, i just have a problem with dying. Ive just joined and was killed and attacked by a super mutant (which i actualy killed :biggrin.gif:.) Not only that, but the fact that the dude who killed me had a diamond sword and iron armor, a bit of over kill. But it is a good server, just try not to get on the bad side of people at the beggining, they will slay you.
Also, any BoS people here? Id like to try and get into the BoS, btw, i think enclave is going to attack you in 2 days (not sure if RL or MC days.)
Excuse me? You should treat the people that are trying to join "your" server with a little more respect, The character I choose is for ME to choose. There is nothing "Pathetic" about it.
@Colbinile Can you review my Application and give me a legitimate response.
Right I went over your profile instead. It's still denied, and I've talked to your brother or friend or whoever it was about how to improve it. He should go over it with you.
But for the most part, just make sure that it involves fallout. This is a fallout server after all, nuclear post apocalyptic futuristic world, just remember that. I would suggest if you don't know about it, do some research on the lore. You'll need a longer backstory, a more impressive rp example.
Good luck with your next try. if no one else has, I'm going to be talking to Tox, for his deplorable behavior here.
Personality:Sarcastic,Outgoing,Athletic,Acrobatic(Parkour),Respectful Of Others,
Occupation:Wastelander
Skills:Guns,Parkour,Negotiation,Adapting To Survive,Technical Mechanics,
Nickname (Optional):Jax (Pronounced Jacks)
RP Example:
Brotherhood Of Steel Recruiter(BoS-R):So You Want To Join The Brotherhood
Jax:Yes Sir.
BoS-R:OK Well I Have Looked Over You Entry Form And I Have A Couple Questions.
Jax:OK.
BoS-R:It Says Here You Have Killed A Super Mutant Before How Did You Accomplish This?
Jax:Well You See Sir The Super Mutant Was Attacking My Village When A Brotherhood Of Steel Soldier Intervened, Unfortunately He Was Killed By The Super Mutant So I Grabbed His Gun And Proceeded To Attack The Monster.
BoS-R:Ah I See i Take It You Were Successful
Jax:Yes Sir.
BoS-R:OK And My Other Question Is That It Says Here Your Cousin Used To Be In The Brotherhood What Was Your Cousins Name?
Jax:Private Scott Mason, He Was Stationed Outside Washington DC, And Was Then K.I.A After A Enclave Attack.
BoS-R:OK Thank You For Your Time Mr. Mason We Will Get Back To You As Soon A We Make Our Decision.
Jax:Thank You Sir Have A Nice Day.
Back story : I Was Born In The Wasteland In The Middle Of What Used To Be Nebraska While My Parents Where Traveling, They Where Trying To Get To A Place They Had Heard About Down In Nevada Called Mojave, But They Where Unable To Make It Due To My Birth So They Found The Nearest Village And They Settled Down, That Village Is Where I Grew Up It Was Small But It Was Enough For Us Ant The Time, As I Grew Up My Parents Told Me About This Safe Haven Known As Mojave And I Was Determined To Go There, When I Got Old Enough I Decided I Would Go To Mojave And When I Turned 17 I Left I Was Ready For Something Good, Something Safe, Unfortunately What my Parents Had Heard Was Wrong Mojave Was Not A Safe Haven Just Another Wasteland And Due To Me Being Low On Resources I Had No Other Choice But To Stay, But That's When My Real Journey Began.
IGN: ejk999
Age: 13 (I didnt put in the "im vry mature" because thats bad grammer)
Role-Play Exp.: I have done a lot of RP mods from games from Starcraft 2 to trying to RP in Halo, didnt work out well.
Why Us: I tried to get Fallout but it was to expensive, I cannot get it out of my head, and the idea of Sandbox Minecraft mixed with awesome Fallout RP sounds amazing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Varying from 2 - 5 hours a day, depending on if I am trying to avoid work or facing it head on
IC
Name: Balten "Burnt Money" Melcore (read backstory and you will understand the name. Also, BM is his initials, so Burnt Money makes a bit more sense)
Gender: male
Age: 25
RP Example:
Balten: Damn... I haven't seen another living soul since yesterday...
Maria:Actually, sir, it has only been 3 hours and 56 minutes since we saw that rat.
Balten: When I say living soul, I mean someone I can communicate with, and give my money to for food.
(Another Player): Who are you talking to?
Balten: *turns quickly and sees strange figure*
Balten: And who are you, might I ask?
(Another Player): My name is James S. Robinson, JR for short. And you are?
Balten: They call me Burnt Money, but you can call be by my first name, Balten.
JR: Strange name for a city folk.
Balten: Why do you think I'm one of them?
JR: You don't really seem to be aware or trained in the art of survival, like not to eat food from strangers.
Balten: Well, if they got a steak, I will take my chances...
JR: Well then, at least we are in agreement with one thing...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Many stories would say that their childhood was rough, but not Baltens. He was an easy going child, with a millionaire father who married a nice country girl who he was in love with. But throughout his childhood, Balten wanted some more. When he was 15, his mother was diagnosed with a terminal heart sickness, which had been developing for years. At the age of 17, Balten lost his mother to the illness, and started going down the road to failure. He started hanging out with people who only wanted to suck him of his money. His father got involved at the time of Baltens 20th birthday, and tried to get him to stop hanging out with his "friends". His son accepted it and stopped all contact with this "friends", but they didn't like that. They assassinated his father in Los Vegas, and Balten was broken by this. He sought revenge and tried to hunt down the people who killed his father, but by the time he found them, they were ready.
An all out gunfight took place, and Balten was found 5 days later in the dumpster. He was then transported to a Intensive Care Hospital, where he spent a full 4 months recovering. A week after he was released, he booked a flight for Washington DC. About 5 minutes after take off, Balten realized that he has no one left. His "friends" were gone, his father and mother dead, and his only relative was his Uncle Mike. At the age of 23, Balten was almost killed by a bombing from one of his old "friends", and was once again put into a Intensive Care Hospital in Washington DC. His only connection was his best friend, who had all his will, and convinced the court to let her care for him, since he would most likely not survive. She then moved him to Los Vegas to honor his fathers dieing wish, created a compound on the edge of the desert, and payed half of Baltens fortune on creating and putting him into a Cryo Stasis Chamber. Then, in her last few years of life, about 25 years after putting him into Stasis, she found a way to heal Balten with a fluid, and injected it into the Cryo Stasis Chamber, which when deactivated would heal him as he was unfrozen. One Year Before Present: A band of Scavengers found the compound, and took the Cryo Stasis Chamber as loot, litterely ripping it from the foundation, removing its power source, and activating auto defrost. After about 3 hours, Balten was completely unfrozen, healed, and bumping around in the giant Cryo Tank with no idea how he got there. Finding the main release, he broke out and almost got shot by the looters who captured him.
Present Day:After a long story from being traded from faction to faction, Balten ended up alone. All he had was the weapons of his dead master, and the knowledge of where his only salvation laid. In a vault under the very complex he was frozen in. With the goal of millions of dollars in his grasp, Balten savagely searches the barren landscape for his only answer. And though some of his memories were lost, he still holds the codes to his success, deep within his mind. (end of Backstory, I am gonna go make myself a sandwich, my fingers really hurt.)
EDIT: I have recently been informed that in Fallout: New Vegas, one of the main story line characters were in Stasis.
I would like to make a point that I did NOT get my idea from this, and that the idea came from an RP I did once with another person, and that I am not trying to rip off the Fallout idea. Thank you.
EDIT 2: I just realized I left a huge hole in the RP line. In the RP example, I brought up Maria. I was going to get to that Ingame, but I am guessing that I will need to bring it up in this. Maria is a U.S.C.A., Under Skin Computer Advisor, the creators wanted to be creative with the name. I am working on the RP around this, I am hoping to get this some time in the actual server, but I hope that this doesn't make my RP example a bust. Thank you.
IGN:Reaver15
Age: almost 18 currently 17 and 10 months
Role-Play Exp.: Some but not much
Why Us: I love Minecraft and I love faction warfare but most of all I adore fallout and this server combines all 3 into one great server
Time You Can dedicate: well I have just started up my 3 months of school holidays so pretty much all day everyday
IC
Name: Nicoli
Gender: Male
Age:22
Appearance: Fair skin brown hair green eyes mole on left cheek and well built
Fears: Dying for no reason
Personality: Aggressive and unresponsive to questions
Occupation: Soldier
Skills: Fighting and dying in battle
Nickname (Optional): Nic
RP Example (Add Dialogue): [Commander 5th regiment]Soldier what is your name, [Nicoli]sir my name is Nicoli conchekov, [Commander]these days are dark days and we have lost many men to these foul beasts I'm afraid I must ask of you to risk your life for the good of the motherland what say you, [Nicoli] sir I believe it is a great day to do my part in saving the glorious motherland [Commander] go forth and die like the true warrior you are my brother.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Back in the days when I was a young boy I had a mother and a father until one day when the great war came my father went off to war and I was left to fight for survival with my mother after 2 months of fighting we found out that my father had died gloriously in battle I said to my mother that one day I would one day grow up to be like my father as the years went on and as I got older my love for the army grew my mother unfortunately dies of cancer and from that day on I was never the same
after my mother died I joined the armed forces to make my father happy and to make my mother proud so I went forth and started my recruit training and became the top of my class for combat but whenever the drill sergeant asked me a question I would never answer the loss of my father and soon after the loss of my beloved mother had rendered me mute but my ability to follow orders to the precise letter was greatly feared and my relentless made me one of those most feared men in my battalion
Colonel Radec(Nobark_Noonan): Comrade Welcome to the Soviets, fill out these forms and prepare to fight for the Motherland! URA!
Barracks Commander Dimitri(Zimmeme): I shall assign you your barracks number once you meet us, I shall also train you to be a coldblooded killer.
Name (Full): Nicoli conchekov
Rank you want if wanted?: Sergeant Druhzina(Soldier),
Special Talents? Fighting, strategy, and Defence construction
Will you be dedicated?: very much so without dedication of the soldiers we will fall to nothing
Why do you want to join the Soviets?:sir I was born a soviet and since my father died for the motherland I should like to do the same with your permission
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:We must fight as a team and as such we should be loyal and respect each other
Will you fight for the glory and die for the Motherland?: I wish to follow in my father’s footsteps so anything for the motherland
Can someone please review my application because i have fixed where toxzero pointed out flaws. He said that being a merc was to common so i chose sniper but he can learn most skills.
IGN:SlowDownImWhite
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:i have played all the fallout games and i played all the games by bethesda
Why Us: this server looks pretty fun and i would like to play it
Time You Can Dedicate: 2 hrs every other day 1 hr on a normal day
IC
Name:bob leon
Gender:male
Age:20
Apperance:im 6.3 feet tall,long brown hair,brown eyes and enjoys wearing baggy pants and shirts. and he always wears night vision goggles.
Fears: Spiders,closterphobia.
Personality:funny,smart, and courageous.
Occupation: i like to go on adventures.
Skills:bows,arrows and swords.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): bob was walking down a street one day and he sighted an enemy and he hid behind a pile of rubble and he planned for attack
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Bob was a young boy when his father was killed, leaving him alone and scared and scared as ever. He had no where to turn to until a group of men came in a faction called AnimusPax they were a group that involved restoring the mojave and as Bob Leon grew older the AnimusPax began to train him to become a brave fighter and he was taught to stealth and sneak everywhere when invading and to use a bow and how to go into up close combat, he was scared of raiders and one day AnimusPax was attacked by raiders and had to move bases, causing him to have to leave some great items behind and some family photos and things that reminded him, now he has started up a hidden bunker and is the Leutenant of AnimusPax. His life is well so far and is fully trained, he is now living in peace and is friends with the soviets, who help them through thick and thin.
IGN:Noperism
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:I know a decent amount of info for fallout and i can act as if i am a character, and when i was younger me and my friends would do a little sort of war reenactments and other such things.
Why Us:Well you guys seem like you are very professional and know what you are doing and it seems like a friendly server and i love the series of fallout.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 10 hours weekly if not busy from school
IC
Name:Andrew
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:mysterious and strange average height 5"11, average body
Fears:Fears the unknown, and unfriendly people, he does not like ghouls
Personality:He is a kind and friendly person at heart but he doesn't really show it much, he loves to talk to people and is willing to help almost anyone for spare change.
Occupation:he is a wanderer/trader
Skills:He is skilled at shooting guns and good sneak
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): On a quiet evening, Derek was lounging in his bed,
when a man burst into his room. "Don't hurt me!" said the man exasperated as Derek pulled out
a crudely fashioned knife. He hopped to his feet and maintained his distance from the man-"What are you doing in my room? Tell me, now!"
"They're after me! The NCR are after me! Please, let me-Oh, god!" shrieked the man as a soldier appeared in the doorway, firing a burst round from his SMG. The man dropped like a fly.
"What's going on here?" asked Derek. The soldiers replied, "Don't ask me questions, and I'll get this body out of your room. Ask me questions, and we'll have problems."
As the soldier slowly dragged the body out of the room, Derek noticed several other soldiers standing by. Apparently the man had killed a few soldiers in a manic rampage. Derek simply shook his head, closed his door, and went to sleep, the blood soaking into the carpet.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): was born and raised vault 54,my mother had died while giving birth to my now dead brother when I was 12 and my father left the vault when I was 18(i haven't seen him since).Two years later and I was tired of living each day seeing things that reminded me of them (the pictures, the school, the rooms, ect) I left, I couldn't handle remembering them anymore.
I found my way to the Mojave and almost died when a strange figure appeared and gave me some stimpacks and food, and told me where I was, I still don't know who he was or why he helped me... Now here I am, two years into this hell we call the world in a fine trading buissness with my friend Jericho wandering the wastes of the Mojave just trying to get by.Everyday I wonder how life could have been so much better for me if these damn bombs hadn't have made this destruction. My mother would still be alive and my father would still be here too. I am a lost soul in a wasteland of mystery, I will never feel at home, at least until I die...
IGN: ThatMine
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Many rp servers, lots of experience, I know all the rp rules
Why Us: I love fallout and I love Roleplaying
Time You Can Dedicate: 3-4 hours weekdays, 8 hours weekends
IC
Name: Derrick Clandence
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Dark hair, muscular, calm demeanor, green eyes, 6'6
Fears: Caesers Legion, Mutants
Personality: Sharp, Serious, Persuasive
Occupation: Mercenary/Bodyguard
Skills: Strong, Agile, Smart, Sharp Shooter, Close range combat
Nickname (Optional): none
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Derrick", the voice came to him as though from far away... "Derrick"!... this time it was louder, and Derrick opened his eyes. He awoke to the face of Henry, which blocked out the sun and made a strange silhouette so that he could not see his face. "Derrick we have to get moving, I can see a band of people coming up the hill." They had camped on a cliff for the night, and you could see for miles across the Mojave Wasteland. "Are they Bandits?" asked Max, "No, from the looks of them they are the NCR." Derrick got off the hard ground, with a groan he took the binoculars from Henry, "Let's see what we have here", he said as he adjusted the binoculars to where Henry was pointing. From this distance Derrick could not make many details, but he could clearly see the uniforms of the NCR, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, just another squad on patrol. He was about to put down the binoculars but then something caught his eye, a movement behind them, so slight that had anyone else seen it they would have thought it was the wind, but not Derrick. "Derrick who are they ". "SHHH" Derrick put up his hand to silence Henry, he put down the binoculars and took out his sniper rifle, which could see farther. "Derrick what do you s-" Henry's question was interrupted by a huge boom, and smoke from the tip of Derricks sniper rifle. 865 yards away, a Caesars Legion soldier got a bullet through the head, as he was about to take his shot on the NCR patrol. The NCR patrol dropped to the ground in a well trained formation and Derrick backed up from the cliff into the cover of the rocks. "Derrick what happened", Derrick looked back at Henry..."Wasteland Justice"...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Derrick was born in New Vegas to Joseph Clandence. Derrick grew up with Henry Walsch, who is his best friend and employer. Derrick's father Joseph was friends with Robert Walsch, Henry's dad, who could not afford to keep Henry in a healthy environment, so he entrusted Joseph with his son. Joseph was a wealthy merchant, and tradesman, when Henry came in adamant about trade Joseph started to largly ignore his son, who often went out for days at a time exploring. He developed his sharp shooting and survival skills by doing this. When Derrick was 19 he was out on another one of his treks, when a group of raiders found him and beat him withing an inch of his life, then left him to die. Derrick crawled for days without for or water, until he came upon a small encampment of NCR soldiers, after telling him his name, Clandence being a popular name around, they gave him food and water and when he was able, he went back to New Vegas.
For a while he stayed around his house, and the relationship with his father grew some, but it still remained tedious and did not go past calling Joseph by his first name, and not "Dad". When Henry started his own buisness and trading post, He picked Derrick for his protection. They would work together for many years, through good and bad. One day while Derrick was taking a ****, Henry was robbed for almost everything he had, and now Derrick and Henry have a chance to start anew in the Mojave Wasteland, no easy feat
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IGN: Fizzy112
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I've done many RPGs before and know how to act when paying.
Why Us: Because I love Fallout and Minecraft
Time You Can Dedicate: Most weekends, but limited time on weekdays. I do go to college and dedicate the majority of my time to studying.
IC
Name: Jack Ritter
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Short brown hair, dark brown eyes, white, normal weight, normal height, faint Texan accent, and homosexual.
Fears: Unreasonable people, ghouls, anything that will kill without reason (Monsters, mutants, raiders, etc.), Homophobes, cannibals, darkness, and aliens
Personality: Cheery, Not-one-to-fight, flirty, and hopeless romantic
Occupation: Farmer and Prostitute
Skills: Green thumb, Easy to Seduce, Inspired by Unusual things, Diplomatic
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jack walks past an old sign*
*Two burly men run out at him*
*Jack quickly turns to them*
*Jack raises his hands*
Jack: I don't want any trouble sirs...
*Jack flashes a half-smile*
Prick1: Give us everything you have or we'll -Bleep- you up.
Jack: Oh come now, must you be so hostile.
Prick1: Joseph, occupy his time.
*Prick2 looks at Prick1 uneasily*
Prick1: You gonna do somthin' for once? Or just stand there?
Prick2: Dunno' boss...
Jack: Come here Joseph, let me show you a good time...
Prick1: You're -Bleep-in' kidding me...
*Prick2 un-holsters his pistol*
Prick1: That's th-
*Prick2 shoots Prick1 in the head, killing him*
*Jack sneaks off when Prick2 isn't looking*
Prick2: Now whadda' 'bout that-
*Prick2 runs further up the road after him*
*Jack gets out of the ditch, far behind Prick2*
*Jack continues on his way*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jack Larry Ritter was born on August 17th, 2264 near the Ruins of Houston. He was raised by his mother and father, until his father died of a severe disease unknown to his mother. He was seven when his mother and him left on a long trip to California with an expeditionary force of the Crimson Caravan. He arrived in the town of Dayglow, and worked as a farmer until the age of sixteen when he was sold into sexual slavery to settle a debt. Heartbroken that his mother would do such a thing, he tried to kill himself by a gun wound to the head, but couldn't pull the trigger because he was scared at what might happen. He ran away to the city of New Vegas by stowing away in a Caravan, and he arrived at the city in 2280. He worked as an independent prostitute in North Vegas Square until he decided to establish his own brothel in North Vegas.
Currently, The Rose of North Vegas is run by Jack, who also works to make money. He pays his to workers an even share of the profits, and Jack does not plan to close his business. Jack is an ex-Californian who never wishes to return to California as it is where is mother is. He is neutral of all other factions, and plans to stay that way.
Just ask them :]
I must've messed your username up. What is it?
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IGN:swarmer2010
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: 3 Previous roleplay servers.
Why Us: I am a big fan of the fallout universe, and this seems like a well organized and good RP server.
Time You Can Dedicate: About 5 hours total on weekdays and about 7 hours total per weekend.
IC
Name: Amadeus DeVont
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall and lanky man with brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Almost never seen without goggles. His right arm covered with burn scars.
Fears: Dictators, monarchies, wild animals
Personality: A sophisticated and inventive mind, though not always shown. Not always the most sensitive or sympathetic man around, be he tries to care for others. Slightly socially awkward.
Occupation: Mechanical Engineer
Skills: Repair, building weapons and vehicles, structural design.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Damn," Amadeus thought to himself, "I gotta get that jeep cranked out, or those Khans 'll blow my garage to hell."
*He surveys the assembled parts*
"God, where the hell am I supposed to get spark plugs and a transformer?"
*Frustrated moan*
"Let's see, I don't think I up all the parts from that eyebot a week ago..."
*While frantically rummaging through a 10 foot mound of assorted mechanical parts, he sees a wanderer walking with a rusted robot*
"Hey, isn't that a Protectron? Wait."
Amadeus walked outside and yelled,"Hey! Need some work done on tinman there?"
*Wanderer jumps slightly and looks over*
"Well, he doesn't look too in shape now does he, but I could make it worth your while."
"Then come on in!"
*Amadeus begins taking apart the robot*
"Well, those are some nice spark plugs, and ,oh, that transformer looks pretty new too..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Amadeus DeVont was born a rich kid. His parents were successful entrepreneurs, and they bought their kid whatever he wanted. The one problem was, Amadeus was bored and destroyed everything they gave him, he had a nack for taking things apart. One day, his frustrated and tired parents gave up, leaving their 10-year-old son in the garage to teach him a lesson. They came back an hour later, ready to let him out, when they saw him there with a wrench in his hand and the lawnmower skillfully taken apart and organized. From then on, his parents forbid him from going near anything mechanical, for they feared he would hurt himself, whether it was smashing hat finger in a clamp, or slicing his finger with a blade.
Amadeus had had enough of his liberties taken away, and when he was 14, he ran away from home. Finding himself a job working in a auto repair shop, he found himself used to machines and in time, making his own. His first idea was to build a more effective gasoline engine. The prototype exploded the first time he tried to run it, leaving him with burn scars on his right arm for the rest of his life. But that didn't discourage him, though it should have. All of his meager saving were spent on hospital bills, and soon, he was penniless and unwilling to be employed, ans the news of the foolish boy spread. Amadeus found himself running from the city he lived in, running as far as he could, until he came to a rural town. There he started up his own small auto shop,and worked there for the next few years. The explosion left him rattled. He was the lone survivor of the small town, probably due to the fact that he was in the middle of testing out his own prototype of power armor. He used parts he had around to build himself a vehicle. From then on he has explored the waists, building, fixing, repairing, and inventing anything he could find.
Hey arnt you that guy that kept Teleporting back when We attacked your base?
Excuse me? You should treat the people that are trying to join "your" server with a little more respect, The character I choose is for ME to choose. There is nothing "Pathetic" about it.
@Colbinile Can you review my Application and give me a legitimate response.
Also, any BoS people here? Id like to try and get into the BoS, btw, i think enclave is going to attack you in 2 days (not sure if RL or MC days.)
Right I went over your profile instead. It's still denied, and I've talked to your brother or friend or whoever it was about how to improve it. He should go over it with you.
But for the most part, just make sure that it involves fallout. This is a fallout server after all, nuclear post apocalyptic futuristic world, just remember that. I would suggest if you don't know about it, do some research on the lore. You'll need a longer backstory, a more impressive rp example.
Good luck with your next try. if no one else has, I'm going to be talking to Tox, for his deplorable behavior here.
Lol now the Enclave hate you:P
Just ask them :]
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IGN: AnnihilateCats
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: 7 out Of 10
Why Us:I Love Fallout And Your Server Looks like The Best Fallout Sever Out There
Time You Can Dedicate: Unsure Due To Extra Curriculars But At Least 3 Days A Week
IC
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Name:James Mason
Gender:Male
Age:18
Appearance:6"4,Caucasian,Brown Hair,Brown Eyes,Medium Build,
Fears:Losing loved Ones,
Personality:Sarcastic,Outgoing,Athletic,Acrobatic(Parkour),Respectful Of Others,
Occupation:Wastelander
Skills:Guns,Parkour,Negotiation,Adapting To Survive,Technical Mechanics,
Nickname (Optional):Jax (Pronounced Jacks)
RP Example:
Brotherhood Of Steel Recruiter(BoS-R):So You Want To Join The Brotherhood
Jax:Yes Sir.
BoS-R:OK Well I Have Looked Over You Entry Form And I Have A Couple Questions.
Jax:OK.
BoS-R:It Says Here You Have Killed A Super Mutant Before How Did You Accomplish This?
Jax:Well You See Sir The Super Mutant Was Attacking My Village When A Brotherhood Of Steel Soldier Intervened, Unfortunately He Was Killed By The Super Mutant So I Grabbed His Gun And Proceeded To Attack The Monster.
BoS-R:Ah I See i Take It You Were Successful
Jax:Yes Sir.
BoS-R:OK And My Other Question Is That It Says Here Your Cousin Used To Be In The Brotherhood What Was Your Cousins Name?
Jax:Private Scott Mason, He Was Stationed Outside Washington DC, And Was Then K.I.A After A Enclave Attack.
BoS-R:OK Thank You For Your Time Mr. Mason We Will Get Back To You As Soon A We Make Our Decision.
Jax:Thank You Sir Have A Nice Day.
Back story : I Was Born In The Wasteland In The Middle Of What Used To Be Nebraska While My Parents Where Traveling, They Where Trying To Get To A Place They Had Heard About Down In Nevada Called Mojave, But They Where Unable To Make It Due To My Birth So They Found The Nearest Village And They Settled Down, That Village Is Where I Grew Up It Was Small But It Was Enough For Us Ant The Time, As I Grew Up My Parents Told Me About This Safe Haven Known As Mojave And I Was Determined To Go There, When I Got Old Enough I Decided I Would Go To Mojave And When I Turned 17 I Left I Was Ready For Something Good, Something Safe, Unfortunately What my Parents Had Heard Was Wrong Mojave Was Not A Safe Haven Just Another Wasteland And Due To Me Being Low On Resources I Had No Other Choice But To Stay, But That's When My Real Journey Began.
Age: 13 (I didnt put in the "im vry mature" because thats bad grammer)
Role-Play Exp.: I have done a lot of RP mods from games from Starcraft 2 to trying to RP in Halo, didnt work out well.
Why Us: I tried to get Fallout but it was to expensive, I cannot get it out of my head, and the idea of Sandbox Minecraft mixed with awesome Fallout RP sounds amazing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Varying from 2 - 5 hours a day, depending on if I am trying to avoid work or facing it head on
IC
Name: Balten "Burnt Money" Melcore (read backstory and you will understand the name. Also, BM is his initials, so Burnt Money makes a bit more sense)
Gender: male
Age: 25
RP Example:
Balten: Damn... I haven't seen another living soul since yesterday...
Maria:Actually, sir, it has only been 3 hours and 56 minutes since we saw that rat.
Balten: When I say living soul, I mean someone I can communicate with, and give my money to for food.
(Another Player): Who are you talking to?
Balten: *turns quickly and sees strange figure*
Balten: And who are you, might I ask?
(Another Player): My name is James S. Robinson, JR for short. And you are?
Balten: They call me Burnt Money, but you can call be by my first name, Balten.
JR: Strange name for a city folk.
Balten: Why do you think I'm one of them?
JR: You don't really seem to be aware or trained in the art of survival, like not to eat food from strangers.
Balten: Well, if they got a steak, I will take my chances...
JR: Well then, at least we are in agreement with one thing...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Many stories would say that their childhood was rough, but not Baltens. He was an easy going child, with a millionaire father who married a nice country girl who he was in love with. But throughout his childhood, Balten wanted some more. When he was 15, his mother was diagnosed with a terminal heart sickness, which had been developing for years. At the age of 17, Balten lost his mother to the illness, and started going down the road to failure. He started hanging out with people who only wanted to suck him of his money. His father got involved at the time of Baltens 20th birthday, and tried to get him to stop hanging out with his "friends". His son accepted it and stopped all contact with this "friends", but they didn't like that. They assassinated his father in Los Vegas, and Balten was broken by this. He sought revenge and tried to hunt down the people who killed his father, but by the time he found them, they were ready.
An all out gunfight took place, and Balten was found 5 days later in the dumpster. He was then transported to a Intensive Care Hospital, where he spent a full 4 months recovering. A week after he was released, he booked a flight for Washington DC. About 5 minutes after take off, Balten realized that he has no one left. His "friends" were gone, his father and mother dead, and his only relative was his Uncle Mike. At the age of 23, Balten was almost killed by a bombing from one of his old "friends", and was once again put into a Intensive Care Hospital in Washington DC. His only connection was his best friend, who had all his will, and convinced the court to let her care for him, since he would most likely not survive. She then moved him to Los Vegas to honor his fathers dieing wish, created a compound on the edge of the desert, and payed half of Baltens fortune on creating and putting him into a Cryo Stasis Chamber. Then, in her last few years of life, about 25 years after putting him into Stasis, she found a way to heal Balten with a fluid, and injected it into the Cryo Stasis Chamber, which when deactivated would heal him as he was unfrozen. One Year Before Present: A band of Scavengers found the compound, and took the Cryo Stasis Chamber as loot, litterely ripping it from the foundation, removing its power source, and activating auto defrost. After about 3 hours, Balten was completely unfrozen, healed, and bumping around in the giant Cryo Tank with no idea how he got there. Finding the main release, he broke out and almost got shot by the looters who captured him.
Present Day:After a long story from being traded from faction to faction, Balten ended up alone. All he had was the weapons of his dead master, and the knowledge of where his only salvation laid. In a vault under the very complex he was frozen in. With the goal of millions of dollars in his grasp, Balten savagely searches the barren landscape for his only answer. And though some of his memories were lost, he still holds the codes to his success, deep within his mind. (end of Backstory, I am gonna go make myself a sandwich, my fingers really hurt.)
EDIT: I have recently been informed that in Fallout: New Vegas, one of the main story line characters were in Stasis.
I would like to make a point that I did NOT get my idea from this, and that the idea came from an RP I did once with another person, and that I am not trying to rip off the Fallout idea. Thank you.
EDIT 2: I just realized I left a huge hole in the RP line. In the RP example, I brought up Maria. I was going to get to that Ingame, but I am guessing that I will need to bring it up in this. Maria is a U.S.C.A., Under Skin Computer Advisor, the creators wanted to be creative with the name. I am working on the RP around this, I am hoping to get this some time in the actual server, but I hope that this doesn't make my RP example a bust. Thank you.
IGN:Reaver15
Age: almost 18 currently 17 and 10 months
Role-Play Exp.: Some but not much
Why Us: I love Minecraft and I love faction warfare but most of all I adore fallout and this server combines all 3 into one great server
Time You Can dedicate: well I have just started up my 3 months of school holidays so pretty much all day everyday
IC
Name: Nicoli
Gender: Male
Age:22
Appearance: Fair skin brown hair green eyes mole on left cheek and well built
Fears: Dying for no reason
Personality: Aggressive and unresponsive to questions
Occupation: Soldier
Skills: Fighting and dying in battle
Nickname (Optional): Nic
RP Example (Add Dialogue): [Commander 5th regiment]Soldier what is your name, [Nicoli]sir my name is Nicoli conchekov, [Commander]these days are dark days and we have lost many men to these foul beasts I'm afraid I must ask of you to risk your life for the good of the motherland what say you, [Nicoli] sir I believe it is a great day to do my part in saving the glorious motherland [Commander] go forth and die like the true warrior you are my brother.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Back in the days when I was a young boy I had a mother and a father until one day when the great war came my father went off to war and I was left to fight for survival with my mother after 2 months of fighting we found out that my father had died gloriously in battle I said to my mother that one day I would one day grow up to be like my father as the years went on and as I got older my love for the army grew my mother unfortunately dies of cancer and from that day on I was never the same
after my mother died I joined the armed forces to make my father happy and to make my mother proud so I went forth and started my recruit training and became the top of my class for combat but whenever the drill sergeant asked me a question I would never answer the loss of my father and soon after the loss of my beloved mother had rendered me mute but my ability to follow orders to the precise letter was greatly feared and my relentless made me one of those most feared men in my battalion
Colonel Radec(Nobark_Noonan): Comrade Welcome to the Soviets, fill out these forms and prepare to fight for the Motherland! URA!
Barracks Commander Dimitri(Zimmeme): I shall assign you your barracks number once you meet us, I shall also train you to be a coldblooded killer.
Name (Full): Nicoli conchekov
Rank you want if wanted?: Sergeant Druhzina(Soldier),
Special Talents? Fighting, strategy, and Defence construction
Will you be dedicated?: very much so without dedication of the soldiers we will fall to nothing
Why do you want to join the Soviets?:sir I was born a soviet and since my father died for the motherland I should like to do the same with your permission
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:We must fight as a team and as such we should be loyal and respect each other
Will you fight for the glory and die for the Motherland?: I wish to follow in my father’s footsteps so anything for the motherland
IGN:SlowDownImWhite
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:i have played all the fallout games and i played all the games by bethesda
Why Us: this server looks pretty fun and i would like to play it
Time You Can Dedicate: 2 hrs every other day 1 hr on a normal day
IC
Name:bob leon
Gender:male
Age:20
Apperance:im 6.3 feet tall,long brown hair,brown eyes and enjoys wearing baggy pants and shirts. and he always wears night vision goggles.
Fears: Spiders,closterphobia.
Personality:funny,smart, and courageous.
Occupation: i like to go on adventures.
Skills:bows,arrows and swords.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): bob was walking down a street one day and he sighted an enemy and he hid behind a pile of rubble and he planned for attack
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Bob was a young boy when his father was killed, leaving him alone and scared and scared as ever. He had no where to turn to until a group of men came in a faction called AnimusPax they were a group that involved restoring the mojave and as Bob Leon grew older the AnimusPax began to train him to become a brave fighter and he was taught to stealth and sneak everywhere when invading and to use a bow and how to go into up close combat, he was scared of raiders and one day AnimusPax was attacked by raiders and had to move bases, causing him to have to leave some great items behind and some family photos and things that reminded him, now he has started up a hidden bunker and is the Leutenant of AnimusPax. His life is well so far and is fully trained, he is now living in peace and is friends with the soviets, who help them through thick and thin.
Willhellm did you get everything sorted out?
Just ask them :]