IGN: deehznuts
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: 4-5
Why Us: HUGE FALLOUT FAN
Time You Can Dedicate: Almost everyday
IC
Name: Emerson Zamora
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Dark Hooded Emo
Fears: Heights
Personality: Calm, Quiet and Peaceful
Occupation: Follower
Skills: Small Guns, Energy Weapons, Big Guns
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Years, I have been searching, searching for the truth of tales of the buried man, trying to found him and kill him ever since, the war. He toke Eddy, Clay, And Jenny, My Team. Now, I quit the NCR, Packed my stuff and finding the truth, of the buried man.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was a NCR Commander, and during the first battle of Hoover Dam, he lost his team, to the most ruthless, heartless leader, Josha Gillham, Or other wises, the buried man. After the NCR won the battle, He left his job as Commander and is searching for the one and only buried man.
Your timeline makes absolutely no sense. You were 10 during the first battle of hoover dam, yet you were a commander? And Followers of the Apocalypse take an oath of Pacifism. your skills are WAY off. You have some MAJOR fixing to do man...
EDIT: It's the BURNED man, not the BURIED man. Did you even play the games? :dry.gif:
IGN: deehznuts
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: 4-5
Why Us: HUGE FALLOUT FAN
Time You Can Dedicate: Almost everyday
IC
Name: Emerson Zamora
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Dark Hooded Emo
Fears: Heights
Personality: Calm, Quiet and Peaceful
Occupation: Follower
Skills: Small Guns, Energy Weapons, Big Guns
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Years, I have been searching, searching for the truth of tales of the buried man, trying to found him and kill him ever since, the war. He toke Eddy, Clay, And Jenny, My Team. Now, I quit the NCR, Packed my stuff and finding the truth, of the buried man.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Was a NCR Commander, and during the first battle of Hoover Dam, he lost his team, to the most ruthless, heartless leader, Josha Gillham, Or other wises, the buried man. After the NCR won the battle, He left his job as Commander and is searching for the one and only buried man.
A 14 year old commander please think before you write your app denied one last chance add MUCH more backstory and this is after the second battle of hoover dam
Your timeline makes absolutely no sense. You were 10 during the first battle of hoover dam, yet you were a commander? And Followers of the Apocalypse take an oath of Pacifism. your skills are WAY off. You have some MAJOR fixing to do man...
Okay, What else can I put? Can I put Lonesome Hero?
Name: John Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Caucasian American, Dirty blonde hair, Dark blue eyes, small-medium body, 6'0
Fears: super mutant behemoth
Personality: doesn't help strangers too often, Nice to friends, can be a complete douche
Occupation: Security
Skills: sneaking, guns, lock picking
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*You were on duty guarding the rations, as usual nothing interesting is happening. You head nods as waves of fatigue wash over you. You soon pass out, when you wake the Overseer is in front of you*
"Young one, you feel asleep on the job. The third time this week. I'm afraid there will be no more chances. You'll have to leave."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):John's father died in the war serving the NCR when he was 6 and his brother, Paul, was 12. His mother was brutally raped and killed when John was 14 and his brother was 20. John's brother had too take care of him until he can handle himself, training him to survive the wasteland. 5 years later when John was capable of handling himself, his girlfriend, and had a paying job as security, Paul went to enlist into the NCR to follow his father's footsteps, 2 years later, John's girlfriend, Sable, was 2 months pregnant when a letter came for John, it didn't say an address but on the front it said from NCR, worried, John knew what was going to happen he slowly opened the letter to read that Paul was MIA. Sad, John tried not to cry in front of his girlfriend but she could tell something was wrong.
She rubbed his back and told him not to worry. Then he told her that he will never let anything happen to her. 6 months later he was on duty patrolling a caravan, when 3 legionaries walked up and killed everyone except John and knocked him out. John woke up in a chair with his wrists and ankles tied to the chair. One of the legionaries was inside and was guarding the door. The second legionarie was leaning back on a closet. The third legionarie was in another room with a large, tinted, bulletproof glass widow and John could faintly see the legion interagating what looked like an NCR trooper which gave him the clue that the legionaries meant business. The 2nd legionarie walked towards John and asked where the hidden NCR base is located and John told them that he had no idea. Al-tho John didn't know much about Caeser's Legion this legionary looked like a Decanus rank. The Decanus expected such and took out a electric baton leaned towards John's ear and said, "we have your girlfriend." Furious, John attempted to punch the Decanus forgetting about his wrists being tied and fell to the right. The Decanus put his foot on John's hand and said, "now will you tell me?" John was angered now, he spit on the Decanus' boot and the Decanus kicked John in the mouth and hit him a few time with the electric baton. Then as the Decanus said, "How about n-" an explosion distracted the legionaries and they left the room. After John spent 3 minutes try-ing to break the rope NCR busted through the door, untied John and explained very quickly how Paul was a great soldier and John was needed to help find Veteran Ranger, Paul Phillips. John accepted the 'quest' and while he will be searching for Paul he will look for is missing girlfriend, Sable.
Okay, What else can I put? Can I put Lonesome Hero?
okay...WHAT?! You make no sense bro...Joshua GRAHAM was the BURNED man. Your Character was 10 during the first Battle for Hoover Dam, and he was an NCR COMMANDER!? No. Remake this Entire Character man. Your RP example is off as well. And you MUST use proper grammar in your app to even be NOTICED, so fix it. Also, Followers are Pacifists. So your skills need to be changed.
Give more detail to the backstory and I will accept you
Here's More detail.
IGN: Brad2274
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: None in minecraft, but I role played for a estimate 400+ hours In Garrysmod and I play fallout fairly often. I'm currently a level 32 (I have all of the DLC)
Why Us: This seems like the best fallout server out there as of now.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours during the week, 3-4 during the weekend.
IC
Name: Ned Kelly
Gender: male
Age: 26
Appearance: White American, OD green trench coat, blue jeans, and a grimy white tee-shirt. Brown hair with beard combo and a satchel bag.
Fears: The bombs dropping all over again...
Personality: A kind man at heart, he has done things he's not proud of to get to where he is now. Great spirit and very courageous.
Occupation: Freelance mercenary, Soldier
Skills: High guns and survival, melee too.
Nickname (Optional): Ned
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Name's Ned. Tell me where to point my gun."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ned spent his early days at his father’s ranch outside of Arroyo, southern Oregon. After the NCR came through his area he left the farm to join them, where he served for 3 years. During those years he traveled through the core region of the American Wasteland with the 309th assault battalion. In 2280 his battalion was ordered to start the assault on Navarro, the Enclave headquarters. He and his fellow soldiers fought bravely but many of his brothers still died. On July 5th, 2280 Navarro was taken and the Enclave fled, Ned was later awarded for his bravery and sent home.
The trek home killed off most of his fellow infantrymen. Many soldiers became dehydrated and died. His brothers dropped like flies but Ned kept going. After thirty days and fifty eight dead soldiers later he and 6 others made it to Camp Guardian. They were horrified to find the camp deserted and were forced to stay there by a freak sandstorm. Ned and one other soldier stayed at camp while the others explored a nearby cave for shelter. Gun shots cracked through the howling wind and silence fell as the sporadic storm fizzled into a dull breeze. Ned and his fellow soldier knew they’re squadmates were dead. On the cave face, a crimson bull was drawn in their brothers’ blood.
Leaving Guardian behind, the two survivors of the 309th followed the neon beacons of the New Vegas Strip, knowing that civilization and a cold drink were waiting there. Fighting off a nest or two of geckos was the least of their worries. The duo fought off Jackal gang members, giant radscorpions, the occasional feral ghoul and even a super mutant. They Mojave played all of its cards, but Ned Kelly and his lone ally came up on top. With New Vegas only a few miles away, they set up camp for the night. Ned woke to the sound of gargling as he spotted a Jackal thief slice his friend’s throat like a cosmic knife through Cram. He swiftly shot the murderer in between the eyebrows, the body hitting the floor so his dying friend could see his killer. He left the camp shortly after he paid respects to his fallen comrade. Sleep was not an option at this point. He just wanted a drink…
Reposting once again. Third time is the charm. Changed a lot in the background.
OOC
IGN: weasel123
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Have not RP’ed in a while but I have played plenty of RPGs, Fallout included.
Why Us: Fallout has always been one of my favorite universes for its depth and games. I have been on a hiatus of sorts from Minecraft for the past few months. I only recently came back and decided to get involved in the multiplayer aspect after I had my fun on singleplayer for a while. I saw your guys’ thread and thought it was neat concept and thought it would be something neat to try out and immerse myself in the world.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours everyday. It all depends on work load from the day. If I am not on the server, I will most likely be on the forums.
IC
Name: Jonathon Voss
Nickname (Optional):
Age: 28
Appearance: 5’10: Dark blonde hair, blue eyes
Fears: All mutants in general, has never seen the supposed good side to them nor has he really gotten a chance to talk to them as most just want to kill him.
Personality: Quiet and reserved: A very analytical person, Jonathon loves to find solutions to problems but does not let laws or rules impede his progress if they get in his way. Holds out on judgment of others until he gets to know them.
Occupation: Solider and Engineer
Skills: Knows how to use all types of weapons, whether it be normal guns or energy weapons. Also likes to tinker with various items and see how they work. Also enjoys building and planning various things from normal buildings to complex machines.
RP Example: The quartermaster walked over to where I was standing with a black chunk of formed metal. It looked cold and even just looking at it that gave a chilling feeling that pulsed throughout my body. I glanced down at my arms. They were encased in dark black metal that reflected the surrounding area with a metallic black and grey shine. It was as if I had been encased in some tomb and felt like a prison for the body. The quartermaster finally arrived at where I was standing.
“Heheh, you are one lucky person, got the last suit of hellfire armor.”
I chuckled at the statement while he checked over the helmet one last time.
“Now remember, this armor is an extension of you. When you put it on, it’s yours to take care of. It will save your life..hell…probably dozens of times. Remember your training and relax those muscles. The suit will do all the work..”
“Yes sir”. I replied as I thought of how many other lives have been saved with armor like this.
The quartermaster handed me the helmet. It felt denser than I had expected as I raised it over my head.
“Easy now, don’t want to hit your head with that, will split it right open.” He said.
I finished lowering it on to my head as I felt the cold metal sides touch my bare skin. The helmet slowly powered on as I saw looked out for the first time in my new home.
The quartermaster met my gaze as he saw the eye holes glow yellow.
Backstory : I do not remember much about my childhood except that there were always Vertibirds flying or being worked on. My family has had a huge history with the Enclave. My grandfather was a high ranking officer that worked on the oil rig before the explosion. Shortly before that, my grandfather sent my father to Navarro where he was in charge of the Vertibirds there and was promoted many a time. I was born in 2279 and grew up at Navarro a few years before the NCR took over. I do not remember much but I think I was the only kid there. I never had a chance to learn much as my father left me with my mother and left with a group that went east. He said he had a duty to fulfill to the Enclave. I have not seen him to this day. My mother and I drifted along the dusty and cracked roads looking for a place to settle without attracting attention as we were the enemy of the NCR. Years later, we eventually came upon the Mojave Wasteland and found many others like us who had scattered when the NCR came. I made a few friends and learned the tactics of war and weaponry by the adults who were in charge. I longed for the country to return to its normal state with no radiation or mutants trying to kill me. The same year I was promoted to officer and officially completed my training, my mother died of a heart that we could not stop. That marked one of the darkest moments of life as I wondered about my father. Now, we have waited, resupplied over time and watched our enemies. Now it is our time…it is my time.
Any idea when this server is going to be available to the (whitelisted) public?
Not much of an idea. Have to get quite a few things up and running first. But everyone will be notified on the forums once it is open, and there probably will be an advance warning for it happening.
Reposting once again. Third time is the charm. Changed a lot in the background.
OOC
IGN: weasel123
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Have not RP’ed in a while but I have played plenty of RPGs, Fallout included.
Why Us: Fallout has always been one of my favorite universes for its depth and games. I have been on a hiatus of sorts from Minecraft for the past few months. I only recently came back and decided to get involved in the multiplayer aspect after I had my fun on singleplayer for a while. I saw your guys’ thread and thought it was neat concept and thought it would be something neat to try out and immerse myself in the world.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours everyday. It all depends on work load from the day. If I am not on the server, I will most likely be on the forums.
IC
Name: Jonathon Voss
Nickname (Optional):
Age: 28
Appearance: 5’10: Dark blonde hair, blue eyes
Fears: All mutants in general, has never seen the supposed good side to them nor has he really gotten a chance to talk to them as most just want to kill him.
Personality: Quiet and reserved: A very analytical person, Jonathon loves to find solutions to problems but does not let laws or rules impede his progress if they get in his way. Holds out on judgment of others until he gets to know them.
Occupation: Solider and Engineer
Skills: Knows how to use all types of weapons, whether it be normal guns or energy weapons. Also likes to tinker with various items and see how they work. Also enjoys building and planning various things from normal buildings to complex machines.
RP Example: The quartermaster walked over to where I was standing with a black chunk of formed metal. It looked cold and even just looking at it that gave a chilling feeling that pulsed throughout my body. I glanced down at my arms. They were encased in dark black metal that reflected the surrounding area with a metallic black and grey shine. It was as if I had been encased in some tomb and felt like a prison for the body. The quartermaster finally arrived at where I was standing.
“Heheh, you are one lucky person, got the last suit of hellfire armor.”
I chuckled at the statement while he checked over the helmet one last time.
“Now remember, this armor is an extension of you. When you put it on, it’s yours to take care of. It will save your life..hell…probably dozens of times. Remember your training and relax those muscles. The suit will do all the work..”
“Yes sir”. I replied as I thought of how many other lives have been saved with armor like this.
The quartermaster handed me the helmet. It felt denser than I had expected as I raised it over my head.
“Easy now, don’t want to hit your head with that, will split it right open.” He said.
I finished lowering it on to my head as I felt the cold metal sides touch my bare skin. The helmet slowly powered on as I saw looked out for the first time in my new home.
The quartermaster met my gaze as he saw the eye holes glow yellow.
Backstory : I do not remember much about my childhood except that there were always Vertibirds flying or being worked on. My family has had a huge history with the Enclave. My grandfather was a high ranking officer that worked on the oil rig before the explosion. Shortly before that, my grandfather sent my father to Navarro where he was in charge of the Vertibirds there and was promoted many a time. I was born in 2279 and grew up at Navarro a few years before the NCR took over. I do not remember much but I think I was the only kid there. I never had a chance to learn much as my father left me with my mother and left with a group that went east. He said he had a duty to fulfill to the Enclave. I have not seen him to this day. My mother and I drifted along the dusty and cracked roads looking for a place to settle without attracting attention as we were the enemy of the NCR. Years later, we eventually came upon the Mojave Wasteland and found many others like us who had scattered when the NCR came. I made a few friends and learned the tactics of war and weaponry by the adults who were in charge. I longed for the country to return to its normal state with no radiation or mutants trying to kill me. The same year I was promoted to officer and officially completed my training, my mother died of a heart that we could not stop. That marked one of the darkest moments of life as I wondered about my father. Now, we have waited, resupplied over time and watched our enemies. Now it is our time…it is my time.
Not much of an idea. Have to get quite a few things up and running first. But everyone will be notified on the forums once it is open, and there probably will be an advance warning for it happening.
Your master commands a whitelist on the server. :tongue.gif:
not to be a party pooper here, but his timeline is wretched. give it another go around man. His father would be like 80, and his character would be 10. I'm not trying to be mean, but that cant possibly be acceptable...
not to be a party pooper here, but his timeline is wretched. give it another go around man. His father would be like 80, and his character would be 10. I'm not trying to be mean, but that cant possibly be acceptable...
He only mentioned when he was born. Nothing about his fathers age or when it leaves off. Also, in the Enclave longer age would be possible due to much better living conditions, medical treatment/supplies, and little radiation contact in the generations of new children so they wouldnt be as bad off as everyone else who lived in the wasteland like their parents and grandparents since the start of the nuclear apocalypse.
So when the map is complete are you guys/are they, going to just whitelist all the accepted people? Or when the map is done do I have to like spam ACCEPT ME!!#&$*!@ untill you guys respond? I prefer the first option.
I am going by the forum timeline which says we are in 2307.
Okay, thanks for the info! I'm glad that they posted that I got confused. Even still, His dad would be MORE than 80 and his grandfather well over 100. He put his grandfather in events during Fallout 2. And the Enclave were in the Capitol Wasteland in Fallout 3,which is based in the year 2277-78. His timeline is off, and he needs to fix it.
Your timeline makes absolutely no sense. You were 10 during the first battle of hoover dam, yet you were a commander? And Followers of the Apocalypse take an oath of Pacifism. your skills are WAY off. You have some MAJOR fixing to do man...
EDIT: It's the BURNED man, not the BURIED man. Did you even play the games? :dry.gif:
A 14 year old commander please think before you write your app denied one last chance add MUCH more backstory and this is after the second battle of hoover dam
Okay, What else can I put? Can I put Lonesome Hero?
Name: John Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Caucasian American, Dirty blonde hair, Dark blue eyes, small-medium body, 6'0
Fears: super mutant behemoth
Personality: doesn't help strangers too often, Nice to friends, can be a complete douche
Occupation: Security
Skills: sneaking, guns, lock picking
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*You were on duty guarding the rations, as usual nothing interesting is happening. You head nods as waves of fatigue wash over you. You soon pass out, when you wake the Overseer is in front of you*
"Young one, you feel asleep on the job. The third time this week. I'm afraid there will be no more chances. You'll have to leave."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):John's father died in the war serving the NCR when he was 6 and his brother, Paul, was 12. His mother was brutally raped and killed when John was 14 and his brother was 20. John's brother had too take care of him until he can handle himself, training him to survive the wasteland. 5 years later when John was capable of handling himself, his girlfriend, and had a paying job as security, Paul went to enlist into the NCR to follow his father's footsteps, 2 years later, John's girlfriend, Sable, was 2 months pregnant when a letter came for John, it didn't say an address but on the front it said from NCR, worried, John knew what was going to happen he slowly opened the letter to read that Paul was MIA. Sad, John tried not to cry in front of his girlfriend but she could tell something was wrong.
She rubbed his back and told him not to worry. Then he told her that he will never let anything happen to her. 6 months later he was on duty patrolling a caravan, when 3 legionaries walked up and killed everyone except John and knocked him out. John woke up in a chair with his wrists and ankles tied to the chair. One of the legionaries was inside and was guarding the door. The second legionarie was leaning back on a closet. The third legionarie was in another room with a large, tinted, bulletproof glass widow and John could faintly see the legion interagating what looked like an NCR trooper which gave him the clue that the legionaries meant business. The 2nd legionarie walked towards John and asked where the hidden NCR base is located and John told them that he had no idea. Al-tho John didn't know much about Caeser's Legion this legionary looked like a Decanus rank. The Decanus expected such and took out a electric baton leaned towards John's ear and said, "we have your girlfriend." Furious, John attempted to punch the Decanus forgetting about his wrists being tied and fell to the right. The Decanus put his foot on John's hand and said, "now will you tell me?" John was angered now, he spit on the Decanus' boot and the Decanus kicked John in the mouth and hit him a few time with the electric baton. Then as the Decanus said, "How about n-" an explosion distracted the legionaries and they left the room. After John spent 3 minutes try-ing to break the rope NCR busted through the door, untied John and explained very quickly how Paul was a great soldier and John was needed to help find Veteran Ranger, Paul Phillips. John accepted the 'quest' and while he will be searching for Paul he will look for is missing girlfriend, Sable.
okay...WHAT?! You make no sense bro...Joshua GRAHAM was the BURNED man. Your Character was 10 during the first Battle for Hoover Dam, and he was an NCR COMMANDER!? No. Remake this Entire Character man. Your RP example is off as well. And you MUST use proper grammar in your app to even be NOTICED, so fix it. Also, Followers are Pacifists. So your skills need to be changed.
Here's More detail.
IGN: Brad2274
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: None in minecraft, but I role played for a estimate 400+ hours In Garrysmod and I play fallout fairly often. I'm currently a level 32 (I have all of the DLC)
Why Us: This seems like the best fallout server out there as of now.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours during the week, 3-4 during the weekend.
IC
Name: Ned Kelly
Gender: male
Age: 26
Appearance: White American, OD green trench coat, blue jeans, and a grimy white tee-shirt. Brown hair with beard combo and a satchel bag.
Fears: The bombs dropping all over again...
Personality: A kind man at heart, he has done things he's not proud of to get to where he is now. Great spirit and very courageous.
Occupation: Freelance mercenary, Soldier
Skills: High guns and survival, melee too.
Nickname (Optional): Ned
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Name's Ned. Tell me where to point my gun."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Ned spent his early days at his father’s ranch outside of Arroyo, southern Oregon. After the NCR came through his area he left the farm to join them, where he served for 3 years. During those years he traveled through the core region of the American Wasteland with the 309th assault battalion. In 2280 his battalion was ordered to start the assault on Navarro, the Enclave headquarters. He and his fellow soldiers fought bravely but many of his brothers still died. On July 5th, 2280 Navarro was taken and the Enclave fled, Ned was later awarded for his bravery and sent home.
The trek home killed off most of his fellow infantrymen. Many soldiers became dehydrated and died. His brothers dropped like flies but Ned kept going. After thirty days and fifty eight dead soldiers later he and 6 others made it to Camp Guardian. They were horrified to find the camp deserted and were forced to stay there by a freak sandstorm. Ned and one other soldier stayed at camp while the others explored a nearby cave for shelter. Gun shots cracked through the howling wind and silence fell as the sporadic storm fizzled into a dull breeze. Ned and his fellow soldier knew they’re squadmates were dead. On the cave face, a crimson bull was drawn in their brothers’ blood.
Leaving Guardian behind, the two survivors of the 309th followed the neon beacons of the New Vegas Strip, knowing that civilization and a cold drink were waiting there. Fighting off a nest or two of geckos was the least of their worries. The duo fought off Jackal gang members, giant radscorpions, the occasional feral ghoul and even a super mutant. They Mojave played all of its cards, but Ned Kelly and his lone ally came up on top. With New Vegas only a few miles away, they set up camp for the night. Ned woke to the sound of gargling as he spotted a Jackal thief slice his friend’s throat like a cosmic knife through Cram. He swiftly shot the murderer in between the eyebrows, the body hitting the floor so his dying friend could see his killer. He left the camp shortly after he paid respects to his fallen comrade. Sleep was not an option at this point. He just wanted a drink…
OOC
IGN: weasel123
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Have not RP’ed in a while but I have played plenty of RPGs, Fallout included.
Why Us: Fallout has always been one of my favorite universes for its depth and games. I have been on a hiatus of sorts from Minecraft for the past few months. I only recently came back and decided to get involved in the multiplayer aspect after I had my fun on singleplayer for a while. I saw your guys’ thread and thought it was neat concept and thought it would be something neat to try out and immerse myself in the world.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours everyday. It all depends on work load from the day. If I am not on the server, I will most likely be on the forums.
IC
Name: Jonathon Voss
Nickname (Optional):
Age: 28
Appearance: 5’10: Dark blonde hair, blue eyes
Fears: All mutants in general, has never seen the supposed good side to them nor has he really gotten a chance to talk to them as most just want to kill him.
Personality: Quiet and reserved: A very analytical person, Jonathon loves to find solutions to problems but does not let laws or rules impede his progress if they get in his way. Holds out on judgment of others until he gets to know them.
Occupation: Solider and Engineer
Skills: Knows how to use all types of weapons, whether it be normal guns or energy weapons. Also likes to tinker with various items and see how they work. Also enjoys building and planning various things from normal buildings to complex machines.
RP Example: The quartermaster walked over to where I was standing with a black chunk of formed metal. It looked cold and even just looking at it that gave a chilling feeling that pulsed throughout my body. I glanced down at my arms. They were encased in dark black metal that reflected the surrounding area with a metallic black and grey shine. It was as if I had been encased in some tomb and felt like a prison for the body. The quartermaster finally arrived at where I was standing.
“Heheh, you are one lucky person, got the last suit of hellfire armor.”
I chuckled at the statement while he checked over the helmet one last time.
“Now remember, this armor is an extension of you. When you put it on, it’s yours to take care of. It will save your life..hell…probably dozens of times. Remember your training and relax those muscles. The suit will do all the work..”
“Yes sir”. I replied as I thought of how many other lives have been saved with armor like this.
The quartermaster handed me the helmet. It felt denser than I had expected as I raised it over my head.
“Easy now, don’t want to hit your head with that, will split it right open.” He said.
I finished lowering it on to my head as I felt the cold metal sides touch my bare skin. The helmet slowly powered on as I saw looked out for the first time in my new home.
The quartermaster met my gaze as he saw the eye holes glow yellow.
Backstory : I do not remember much about my childhood except that there were always Vertibirds flying or being worked on. My family has had a huge history with the Enclave. My grandfather was a high ranking officer that worked on the oil rig before the explosion. Shortly before that, my grandfather sent my father to Navarro where he was in charge of the Vertibirds there and was promoted many a time. I was born in 2279 and grew up at Navarro a few years before the NCR took over. I do not remember much but I think I was the only kid there. I never had a chance to learn much as my father left me with my mother and left with a group that went east. He said he had a duty to fulfill to the Enclave. I have not seen him to this day. My mother and I drifted along the dusty and cracked roads looking for a place to settle without attracting attention as we were the enemy of the NCR. Years later, we eventually came upon the Mojave Wasteland and found many others like us who had scattered when the NCR came. I made a few friends and learned the tactics of war and weaponry by the adults who were in charge. I longed for the country to return to its normal state with no radiation or mutants trying to kill me. The same year I was promoted to officer and officially completed my training, my mother died of a heart that we could not stop. That marked one of the darkest moments of life as I wondered about my father. Now, we have waited, resupplied over time and watched our enemies. Now it is our time…it is my time.
Not much of an idea. Have to get quite a few things up and running first. But everyone will be notified on the forums once it is open, and there probably will be an advance warning for it happening.
Pretty good. Accepted.
Thank you honorspark28 =) I like you because we listen to the same type of music =D
Your master commands a whitelist on the server. :tongue.gif:
not to be a party pooper here, but his timeline is wretched. give it another go around man. His father would be like 80, and his character would be 10. I'm not trying to be mean, but that cant possibly be acceptable...
He only mentioned when he was born. Nothing about his fathers age or when it leaves off. Also, in the Enclave longer age would be possible due to much better living conditions, medical treatment/supplies, and little radiation contact in the generations of new children so they wouldnt be as bad off as everyone else who lived in the wasteland like their parents and grandparents since the start of the nuclear apocalypse.
Okay, thanks for the info! I'm glad that they posted that I got confused. Even still, His dad would be MORE than 80 and his grandfather well over 100. He put his grandfather in events during Fallout 2. And the Enclave were in the Capitol Wasteland in Fallout 3,which is based in the year 2277-78. His timeline is off, and he needs to fix it.