ok if you get it to work ill send you 8 dollers again, about what time will you finish?
Well i should be in bed xD "School"
So ill probably finish tomorrow.
And i hate to ask this, But have you ever added money with a money card? Cuz i'm allowed to use prepaid money cards on my account. If you have a prepaid card with like money on it i can take 8 dollars off. Im trying to find out if i can do it without a bank account.
IGN: Wezo1994
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp: A few servers here and there
Why Us: You look dedicated to what you are making and c'mon FALLOUT?! <3
Time You Can Dedicate: As much as I can fit around my college and hobbies
IC
Name: LR
Gender: Male
Age: 37
RP Example: "I have survived this long by myself, I don't need somebody like you, I have roamed the wasteland for years alone, and never needed anybody, I have fought Ghouls, Looters & Bandits, however I must admit, it would be nice to have a companion. Yesterday I found myself talking to my gun, thats not normal, this place it makes you like this"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born into what can only be described as hell, but hey, even hell has something going for it, i've been wandering these wastelands for aslong as I can remember, alone for so long, I've started to forget where I came from, Its scary not knowing where my next meal is going to come from or if the next town I roll into is overrun with ghouls or mutants or worse. Have we seen all the wasteland has to offer? Is there worse? there must be. With the radiation still high in certain area's it won't be long till something else comes along, something scarier than a super mutant behemoth and damn them things are scary!.
Raiders are becoming more common, I have seen atleast five towns completely ravaged and then burnt to the ground, I know where a few of them are camped out and have at some points, lied to gain a meal for the night, I always make sure to loot some of their ammunition supplies before leaving, I remembered a child hood memory yesterday, I was playing with a friend called Chris, we had made a frisbee out of an old can, it flew pretty well however the edges of it were sharp and we often cut our fingers, I think that is how my fingers have become so tough, I noticed they were tough when I was digging in the dirt and sliced my hand along the side of a buried, blunt blade, it didn't penetrate the skin, just left a light scratch as if I had scratched it with my fingernails (even though I don't have any!). I've done pretty well to survive so far, I've lived rough but kept healthy, I think I have managed to keep healthy from all of the running and climbing I do.
As I wander the wasteland I come across "settlements", I suppose you could call them small towns but all they really are are places for looters to hide and disease to spread, I think that is what is helping the ghouls stay alive, the disease's that people have been getting, I saw one guy who looked like he had a bloatfly in his stomach, it was rather disturbing. I know that if I don't find somewhere soon I am going to be killed, two nights ago I was attacked by three bandits, I was lucky none of them had any real weapon skill, and despite one of them having only one leg they were a problem, I have been keeping off of the roads due to that attack because I have been injured, my arm is torn to S*@T. Hope, I keep saying that word to myself, Hope, it sounds wrong when I say it out loud, as if it doesn't actually exist but what else is there if not hope?
Anyways, you wanted to know my backstory? lets just say, I don't want to look back at some of the things I have done, forward is the only way now, survival is key, death is the end and i'm not ready for that, so i'm going to suit up and carry on LIVING!
1. You need a real name (this means first and last) 2. RP ex. means talk with an imaginary figure like you would in the server. 3. Good backstory!
IGN:Xeronimus
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.:I've played a few servers here and there.
Why Us: I really enjoy both Fallout and Minecraft and both of them combined is twice as awesome!
Time You Can Dedicate: weekdays from 3p.m. to 9p.m.
IC
Name: Eli
Gender:Male
Age: unknown, probably mid fifties
RP Example:A lone figure walks along a lone road as the sun sets, he walks calmly with his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. The sound of footsteps is heard behind him and he stops without looking back. A group of five leather clad men come up close to him and he turns to face them.
-Eli: What can I do for you boys today?
*The most muscular of the five steps up, obviously the leader*
-thug:*sarcastically* we're just a group of lost souls wondering if you had any caps to spare.
*several of the thugs begin to snicker to themselves while looking at the large, gun layden pack on Eli's back*
-thug:*draws knife* so maybe you could help us?
-Eli:*smiling gently* I dont't want any trouble now boys.
-thug:well thats too bad, cus' you just found some.*smiles evily*
-Eli: I don't want to have to hurt y'all.
*the group begins to laugh to themselves as they draw their weapons. Eli begins to laugh with them then quickly pulls a
gun and kills two of them. The other three stare in shock for a moment, one of them fires of a shot that misses while Eli shoots the other in the head. John finishes off the second leaving only the large leader. The thug swings the knife at him, but he quickly dodges it and shoots the thug in the leg, dropping him.
-Eli: I told you I didn't want any trouble. *drops a small handful of caps in the thugs lap* have a good day now.
*the thug stares blankly as Eli simply walks off, humming to himself*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):"I'm not entirely sure where i came from, or who I am for that matter. You see about five years ago I just woke up in the middle of this here wasteland with no idea who or where I was. All i had were some rags on my back, a horrible headache, and a raw ring around my neck. I stumbled around for a while until I reached some small town, didn't even have a name, and passed out next to the first house i saw. I woke up to the face a beautiful young woman, Angela, she had took me in, and patched me up- apparently i was full of all sorts of manor of bullet and knife wounds-. I stayed with here for six months, I did odd jobs around town and she gave me food, water, and some clothes that belonged to her old man who had had been killed by raiders along with her mother when she was little. She had called me Eli, she said I looked like an 'Eli', and the name stuck. Angela was like a daughter to me, and we lived a good life, that was 'till the raiders came. They demanded payment for 'protection' but Angela was a high-spirited one and refused. They decided to take her as payment, I tried to stop them but they knocked me out, when I came to they where gone. I went into Angela's house and found a revolver that belonged to her father and left town. For two days I tracked down the raiders until I found their fort, I snuck in and found Angela. She had been raped, killed, and thrown aside like a piece of trash. I was overcome with anger and decided to kill every raider in the fort. I burst into the barracks, I wasn't even sure i knew how to use a gun, but something took over, and the next thing I knew I was standing waist high in a pile of bodies. I took Angela's body back to the town and gave her a proper burial. Since then I've been wanderin' the Mojave takin' any odd jobs that come my way, and thinkin' of headin' to New Vegas...
1. Good RP ex. 2. Nice backstory 3. Feel free to join a faction if you like but being a wanderer is fine. 4. I know Eli goes well with your backstory but maybe a last name?
Well i should be in bed xD "School"
So ill probably finish tomorrow.
And i hate to ask this, But have you ever added money with a money card? Cuz i'm allowed to use prepaid money cards on my account. If you have a prepaid card with like money on it i can take 8 dollars off. Im trying to find out if i can do it without a bank account.
i should should be asleep too and no i dont think i ever had a pre-paid card sorry i might buy one afther shcool though
IGN:Coastav8or
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played in other servers for minecraft, and some others in RL,
Why Us: I love fallout,and minecraft, so this seemed like a no-brainer
Time You Can Dedicate: school is back, so only alot of time during weekends and some scattered throughout the week
IC
Name: Cain Brockman
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example: The sand blows over the wasteland, it swirls through the air only to be deposited on another of the many dunes. Looking around him, Cain sees much of the same thing everywhere he looks, just an average day. It had been awhile since anything had really happened, otherwise it was just day to day exsistence, wake up, work out, eat, patrol around the shack, then sleep some more. It was a lonely exsistence, but it was a somewhat safer one. Standing up, he reaches for his rifle and brushes the majority of the sand off, not like you can get it all, he starts to walk towards his small home until he notices a small shadow not to far away from him. He starts towards it at a small jog. Coming up to it, he finds it to be a body. He turns the body over to discover it to be a young man. Lifting him up, he once again heads to his home. Arriving there, he lays the body down on the only bed and prepares some food, hoping to maybe get some answers once he awakens. After eating, he soon falls asleep as well. He soon wakes up t find the young man also awake, and eating some of the provisions he left out."Mornin." The young man."Good Morning to you too, you got a name?" The young man finishes chewing "Name's Trent, you?" Lifting his hand to shake "Cain, mind telling me what you were doing laying out there is the wastes?" Trent looks down at his food "I was moving when I was ambushed by some guys, guess they just wanted my stuff and left me for dead." "I guess so" Cain says. Finishing his meal, Trent sets down the plate and asks "It seems your pretty well off, care to lend me some gear so I can head out again?" "Maybe, what do you think you will need?" Trent, quickly,"A gun, for sure, and a little food is all I would need." Cain, looking around, "I have a small revolver and some ammo for it, you can have that with a few says worth of food." "Oh thank you sir, I hope I can pay you back one day." "Maybe, well, it was nice meeting you and I wish you the best of luck." Handing him the gun belt and pack, he opens the door. "Take care out there, ok?" Looking back "I will, thank you for everything." Trent walks off over the dunes, quickly lost from sight behind the swirling sand.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cain Brockmen was raised in a small town as a ranch hand with his brother, George. Working most days herding Brahmin, he got the idea to make a quick buck, alone one day except for his brother with a couple dozen Brahmin, they were able to leave and sold them to another group of ranchers.
After this, George was bothered, he didn't like stealing the Brahmin from those who were once their friends, he told Cain so and there was soon a fight. They easily disarmed each other and were soon wrestling on the ground. Cain soon had the upper hand, being older, and brought a rock down on his brothers head, killing him. Cain was horrified by what he had done, and soon ran off from their camp leaving all his possessions behind. He was always much more humble after this, and always considered others above him. He went town to town normally staying drunk and was in very poor physical condition until coming across an NCR propaganda poster in a bar, he saw that poster as if it had a halo, with a beam of light shining down on it with a choir of angels in the background. He quickly signed up and was shipped off to training, believing that through this, he could redeem himself through service to a cause higher then himself. He hopes to be the best he can and give his all for the NCR. He constantly thinks of his brother, and knows that in the end, he will pay for his crimes. 'Till then though, hes going to spend the rest of it doing good.
What's with you all in the dragon game? You find it fun breeding with other dragons? Sick *****. :tongue.gif: Kidding, who doesn't enjoy a nice day of dragon breeding!
anywhere from 1-20$ Preferably 10$ But since thats kinda overpriced ill do like 5 dollars.
fatim Enclave ill give you a to pic from Fall-out two becuase thay have different models then FO 3 http://www.google.com/imgres?q=fallout 2 enclave&hl=en&sa=X&biw=1463&bih=668&tbm=isch&prmd=imvns&tbnid=VQFdqozpRsPDgM:&imgrefurl=http://www.fallout3nexus.com/downloads/file.php?id=4641&docid=w-sojNRy3R3jCM&w=532&h=623&ei=ROF_Tq2iGMnagQetwon8BA&zoom=1
ITS A DRAGON
SCREW YOU PAYPAL. Grr.
fatok i donated $8 about what time will you finished?
ITS A DRAGON
oh so what should we do?
ITS A DRAGON
I'll make your skin even if i can't accept the payment, If i can't accept it i'll deny it and you're money will be returned.
fatYes but have you listened to Godspeed you Black Emperor - East Hastings yet? Also Hurt by Johnny Cash.
ok if you get it to work ill send you 8 dollers again, about what time will you finish?
ITS A DRAGON
yeah you should go with this song
ITS A DRAGON
Well i should be in bed xD "School"
So ill probably finish tomorrow.
And i hate to ask this, But have you ever added money with a money card? Cuz i'm allowed to use prepaid money cards on my account. If you have a prepaid card with like money on it i can take 8 dollars off. Im trying to find out if i can do it without a bank account.
fatYes, and I think this beats all of those IMO.
1. You need a real name (this means first and last) 2. RP ex. means talk with an imaginary figure like you would in the server. 3. Good backstory!
1. Good RP ex. 2. Nice backstory 3. Feel free to join a faction if you like but being a wanderer is fine. 4. I know Eli goes well with your backstory but maybe a last name?
i should should be asleep too and no i dont think i ever had a pre-paid card sorry i might buy one afther shcool though
ITS A DRAGON
fatIGN:Coastav8or
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played in other servers for minecraft, and some others in RL,
Why Us: I love fallout,and minecraft, so this seemed like a no-brainer
Time You Can Dedicate: school is back, so only alot of time during weekends and some scattered throughout the week
IC
Name: Cain Brockman
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example: The sand blows over the wasteland, it swirls through the air only to be deposited on another of the many dunes. Looking around him, Cain sees much of the same thing everywhere he looks, just an average day. It had been awhile since anything had really happened, otherwise it was just day to day exsistence, wake up, work out, eat, patrol around the shack, then sleep some more. It was a lonely exsistence, but it was a somewhat safer one. Standing up, he reaches for his rifle and brushes the majority of the sand off, not like you can get it all, he starts to walk towards his small home until he notices a small shadow not to far away from him. He starts towards it at a small jog. Coming up to it, he finds it to be a body. He turns the body over to discover it to be a young man. Lifting him up, he once again heads to his home. Arriving there, he lays the body down on the only bed and prepares some food, hoping to maybe get some answers once he awakens. After eating, he soon falls asleep as well. He soon wakes up t find the young man also awake, and eating some of the provisions he left out."Mornin." The young man."Good Morning to you too, you got a name?" The young man finishes chewing "Name's Trent, you?" Lifting his hand to shake "Cain, mind telling me what you were doing laying out there is the wastes?" Trent looks down at his food "I was moving when I was ambushed by some guys, guess they just wanted my stuff and left me for dead." "I guess so" Cain says. Finishing his meal, Trent sets down the plate and asks "It seems your pretty well off, care to lend me some gear so I can head out again?" "Maybe, what do you think you will need?" Trent, quickly,"A gun, for sure, and a little food is all I would need." Cain, looking around, "I have a small revolver and some ammo for it, you can have that with a few says worth of food." "Oh thank you sir, I hope I can pay you back one day." "Maybe, well, it was nice meeting you and I wish you the best of luck." Handing him the gun belt and pack, he opens the door. "Take care out there, ok?" Looking back "I will, thank you for everything." Trent walks off over the dunes, quickly lost from sight behind the swirling sand.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Cain Brockmen was raised in a small town as a ranch hand with his brother, George. Working most days herding Brahmin, he got the idea to make a quick buck, alone one day except for his brother with a couple dozen Brahmin, they were able to leave and sold them to another group of ranchers.
After this, George was bothered, he didn't like stealing the Brahmin from those who were once their friends, he told Cain so and there was soon a fight. They easily disarmed each other and were soon wrestling on the ground. Cain soon had the upper hand, being older, and brought a rock down on his brothers head, killing him. Cain was horrified by what he had done, and soon ran off from their camp leaving all his possessions behind. He was always much more humble after this, and always considered others above him. He went town to town normally staying drunk and was in very poor physical condition until coming across an NCR propaganda poster in a bar, he saw that poster as if it had a halo, with a beam of light shining down on it with a choir of angels in the background. He quickly signed up and was shipped off to training, believing that through this, he could redeem himself through service to a cause higher then himself. He hopes to be the best he can and give his all for the NCR. He constantly thinks of his brother, and knows that in the end, he will pay for his crimes. 'Till then though, hes going to spend the rest of it doing good.