I think it's cute that despite very few people actually liking CDP, his 2 day ban, and over all lack of maturity; here he is still, accepting and denying people in his regrettably juvenile way. Don't worry anyone who is accepted or denied by him. If you're accepted, NO-ONE else on here thus far I've seen has been as infantile has him. And to those who've been denied, regardless of either us agreeing with his choice or not don't get discouraged, gain more skills in the field and good luck next time.
I see no point hating me when I didn't insult you in the first part...
IGN:ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us:Because all my frIends say thIs server Is one of the best and I realy love the lore wIth fallout.
TIme You Can DedIcate:about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name:Alexander
Gender:male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge In to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey need something stranger?" He reply's "yeah your head on a stick" TWAPP he smacks the merchant with a but of the gun.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): as we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. a Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies. Now Alex must travel the waists and find out whom or what has been framing him.
IGN: Nintendofan921
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Not much
Why Us: I love Fallout and I want to join a roleplay server
Time You Can Dedicate: Lots over weekends
IC
Name: Tar'kun (Pronounced Tarkoon)
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: black hair, 6 feet:8 inches,one green eye, one brown, dark skin
Fears: Ghouls
Personality: Kind, quick temper, enjoys reading and writing, doesmt like being alone, enjoys debates about food, weapons, politics(If still existing)and anything else that can have two sides to the whole
Occupation: Freelance hunter
Skills: Writing, debating,
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Man: C'mon, theres money to be earned
Tar'kun: And there's books to be written
Man:But we can use the money we earned to get into New Vegas
Tar'kun: More than likely, you'll just drink while I pay fro everything else.
Man: Touche'
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Tar'kun was born in Colorado Springs and lived there before the area became inhabitable due to radiation poisoning. He then got experience in fighting and became a freelance hunter. Hopes to find a female influence in his life before "Hell freezes over"
IGN: Phillips96
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played and beat the main story lines for Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas including all of the DLC.
Why Us: you seem like a well organized group of people making an amazing server.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours every day during the week and around 2-5 during the weekend.
IC
Name: Connor Phillips
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance:
Fears: Cazadors
Personality: Calm, Quiet but a very short temper.
Occupation: Refugee
Skills: Spotting, scavenging
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs) The Phillips were from Irish heritage but were living in BC, Canada. After the US annexed Canada the Phillips Family fled with a few others to see what they could find in the south. The remains of the Phillips family found hast in vault 13 and then 2077 the bombs were dropped. A new generation of Phillips has been born in vault 13. After the doors of Vault 13 open the Phillips traveled East Settlement names Sandy Shades. The Phillips became citizens of Sandy Shades and was also in the group that traveled to Nevada with the NCR. The NCR Found the Nevada livable they made the Phillips Brahmin farmers. Connor and his Brother Alex were born 2254 and Mr. Phillips joined the NCR and Died in the 2277 at the first battle of Hoover damn. The Phillips Family got raided by a legion party in the year 2280. Mrs. Phillips got raped but left alive and brought Connor and his Alex to Cottonwood Cove to be crucified. Connor and his Alex broke out of their holding cell after being brutally beaten by a group of legion soldiers that left the gate open because they thought that they were not in a healthy enough to escape. The escape was going great but they got spotted and Alex got killed by Canyon Runner from a slice of a machete. Connor was found by the NCR and was brought to Bitter Springs to be a refugee in the year of 2281.
IGN:ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us:Because all my frIends say thIs server Is one of the best and I realy love the lore wIth fallout.
TIme You Can DedIcate:about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name:Alexander
Gender:male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge In to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey need something stranger?" He reply's "yeah your head on a stick" TWAPP he smacks the merchant with a but of the gun.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): as we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies. You see ever cense Alex was a child he has gone hunting with his grandfather, he thought him everything he knows. When he was a child his parents were killed in a freak accident in the vault, so he had to live with his grandfather. He told stories about what it was like before the war. Now Alex must
Travel through the waists with his friends trying to find out who framed him.
OOC
IGN: Remisa
Age: 18
Role Play Experience: I've had tons of practice, DM'd countless amounts of Dungeons and Dragons games, played all of the Fallout Games (with the exception of New Vegas) and ton's of Starcraft RP hours.
Why Us: These rules are flawless, and I love Minecraft and Fallout Universe immensely.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate up to 8 hours on Sundays, 2-6 hours (depending on need) on Everyday but Wednesday, and maybe 1 hour at best on Wednesday. (timezone, Mountain Time.)
IC
Name: Razascahel
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Bleach blonde hair, with purple eyes (A small side-effect from the radiation, his Irises are now purple), 6feet 4inches, average weight, aura of confidence about him at all times.
Fears: Spiders and Super-Mutants.
Personality: Always confident, but never cocky. Usually aloof emotionally, not one for many friendships, usually a close few bonds. Money isn't his number one concern, knowledge and the thrill of adventure is.
Occupation: After working several odd jobs, he generally prefers to tinker with almost any projectile weaponry (for a price of course), although plasma weaponry confuses him to no end. He is also handy with machines, though far from an expert.
Skills: Aside from being an exceptional shot with his own modified .44 rifle, he is very skilled with a screwdriver and bobby pin.
RP Example:
*Raza slowly raises the scope on his modified cartridge rifle to his purple eyes, keeping the super-mutant gaurd's head dead-center in his reticle*
Razaschael: Sorry mate, but you kidnapped the child, and I really need the caps.
*KRACK...ka-chink!*
*The shot hit's dead center, splattering the mutant's brain on the unfortunate building behind it.*
Razaschael: Simple enough. *Standing, he walks down the hillside, and creeps toward's the child's shopping cart cage*
*he freezes 10 meters out when a responding force of mutants and their centaur gaurd dogs*
Razaschael: Only 3? Psh...I expected at least 7...
*He watches them carefully for almost a full minute, before rolling a frag grenade into their midst*
Super Mutant: WE. KILL! *kablam!* AGHHHH!
*The mine gibbed the mutant's legs, killing the other, and slicing the centaur open with shrapnel*
Razaschael: Bad super mutant. Bad. No more life for you. *He draws a bead on the mutant, and puts a .44 shot right into the mutant's skull*
*He walks over to the child and after examining the fairly complex lock, bashes it with the butt of his rifle*
Razaschael: Come on kid, time to get you home.
Backstory: Razaschael was originally brought up inside a vault until around the time he became 7. Then a widespread fear of a food shortage led the denziens of his home to go completely mad, and urge the Overseer to let them out. The Overseer refused, and chaos ensued. Razaschael's mother, father, two brothers and sister ran for it amongst the chaos, and after a full day of traveling The Wastes, made it to a small Wastelander settlement somewhere in Utah. It was there he spent the rest of his days growing and learning the skills he'd need from the wastelanders to survive. After 17 long years, he's finally ready to find his real purpose, so he bid his family farewell, and left them in a canyon stronghold of his father's design, (self sustained with plant life and a purifier stolen from the vault) and he set out, promising to return when he was done exploring the vast new world.
Edit: I understand the true value of an RPer is their ability to adapt. If I am needed for a different character, I will do my best to fill the role.
I see no point hating me when I didn't insult you in the first part...
Oh, I don't hate you. But every thing you've done on the server RP wise that I've seen has insulted me to some degree. Not to mention the unprofessional way that you've taken to here on the forums. I'm not sure if you've been seriously play or not, if you have been; you need to step up you game, it physically hurts people at how **** poor it has been. If you haven't been playing seriously, then when you get back online from this I expect to see what you can really do.
If you step it up or start playing seriously my hostilities will stop. If not, when someone mod wise asks/warns/tells me to calm down about it, I will. It's nothing against you much. I'm a bit of an elitist, and to me, the way you've acted is deplorable. All I want is to see some sense of ability from everyone, makes for a more enjoyable game in general. That is all.
Oh, I don't hate you. But every thing you've done on the server RP wise that I've seen has insulted me to some degree. Not to mention the unprofessional way that you've taken to here on the forums. I'm not sure if you've been seriously play or not, if you have been; you need to step up you game, it physically hurts people at how **** poor it has been. If you haven't been playing seriously, then when you get back online from this I expect to see what you can really do.
If you step it up or start playing seriously my hostilities will stop. If not, when someone mod wise asks/warns/tells me to calm down about it, I will. It's nothing against you much. I'm a bit of an elitist, and to me, the way you've acted is deplorable. All I want is to see some sense of ability from everyone, makes for a more enjoyable game in general. That is all.
Wait... this is black magic! I can't tell if you are insulting me or not! HANG THE WITCH!
Oh, I don't hate you. But every thing you've done on the server RP wise that I've seen has insulted me to some degree. Not to mention the unprofessional way that you've taken to here on the forums. I'm not sure if you've been seriously play or not, if you have been; you need to step up you game, it physically hurts people at how **** poor it has been. If you haven't been playing seriously, then when you get back online from this I expect to see what you can really do.
If you step it up or start playing seriously my hostilities will stop. If not, when someone mod wise asks/warns/tells me to calm down about it, I will. It's nothing against you much. I'm a bit of an elitist, and to me, the way you've acted is deplorable. All I want is to see some sense of ability from everyone, makes for a more enjoyable game in general. That is all.
Wait... this is black magic! I can't tell if you are insulting me or not! HANG THE WITCH!
IGN:ahlatkI
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us:Because all my frIends say thIs server Is one of the best and I realy love the lore wIth fallout.
TIme You Can DedIcate:about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name:Alexander
Gender:male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge In to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey need something stranger?" He reply's "yeah your head on a stick" TWAPP he smacks the merchant with a but of the gun.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): as we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies. You see ever cense Alex was a child he has gone hunting with his grandfather, he thought him everything he knows. When he was a child his parents were killed in a freak accident in the vault, so he had to live with his grandfather. He told stories about what it was like before the war. Now Alex must
Travel through the waists with his friends trying to find out who framed him.
need more about your childhood, what vault you were in, how you got to the mojave, and longer RP example Denied
IGN:Vexx314
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:none, online atleast
Why Us: Sounded very interesting
Time You Can Dedicate:3-9p.m. central time
IC
Name:Isonade
Gender:MAle
Age:28
Appearance: A normal male, but with slightly bulkier legs.
Fears: Octopus, And exteremly fast moving objects (large objects), and heights.
Personality: Mostly laidback
Occupation: Occasional Kid-watcher.
Skills: Good with plants/people
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Slowly, Isonade reached up for his cleaver, Hitting off the ghoul that had just jumped on him. As he grabbed the weapon he swung it in the direction he threw the ghoul off him, but to his surprise it had disappeared.
Moments later...
Isonade was sitting under a pile of car doors and roofs.
Suddenly he heard a low growling noise. it sounded like it was far away, so he wasnt in a hurry to quickly gather up to fight.
A loud screeching noise came from his right, a feral ghoul came charging at him. Without any time to defend himself it jumped upon him, ripping savagely at his arms and chest.
*BOOM*
A shot from the distance tore off its right side of its face, it fell over with a loud thud.
Isonade's vision blackened.
HE woke up the next day in a poorly built bed...
Backstory: He grew up in a small village, having an average life. Nothing much went on, just school, home, and playing sports. His favorite sport was Baseball. He spent atleast 1/2 of his time playing that sport. He had no enemies at school, but also not alot of friends.
Just like everyone else, he grew up with his mother and father. Going through school and passing with good grades. He had always been interested with geography. Once he heard that you could actually climb mountains, he set his mind to do that. during his last year of school he had trained vigorously to climb objects. He started with trees, from Basic oak trees to tall pine trees. Around 1/5 of the time climbing, he would fall out of those trees and always land on his legs, most of the time breaking them. After he had finished grade school and Earned enough money he began his journey to climb the Appalachian mountains. He had finally lived his dream, not many other people got to live their dreams. Almost to the top of the platform that was laid out for climbers, he had slipped, falling down, constantly bashing his head on the soft dirt and rocks. It slowly grew worse, rocks, stones and they began to grow larger and sharper. To his luck, he fell on a flat area. His body was broken, and he laid there, passed out, waiting for someone to find him. after 2 days of very small bleeding a fellow climber had climbed up the same exact trail, surprised to find him there. He had called for help, and soon enough there was a team slowly bringing him down to the base. Major surgery was done, mainly to his legs and arms. It left him with Very bulky legs. He couldn't remember alot of things, like where he lived and where/who his family was.
In-game-name:Vexx314
In-Character name:Isonade
In-game-character-age: 28
Special talents?: none.
Why the Enclave?: I like uniformal Factions.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soldier.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: For all eternity.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: What does disobey mean?
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I love playing tekken.
Hit me up on psn for tekken tag 2 games, or tekken rev.
Exhorresco
OOC
IGN: Remisa
Age: 18
Role Play Experience: I've had tons of practice, DM'd countless amounts of Dungeons and Dragons games, played all of the Fallout Games (with the exception of New Vegas) and ton's of Starcraft RP hours.
Why Us: These rules are flawless, and I love Minecraft and Fallout Universe immensely.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate up to 8 hours on Sundays, 2-6 hours (depending on need) on Everyday but Wednesday, and maybe 1 hour at best on Wednesday. (timezone, Mountain Time.)
IC
Name: Razascahel
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Bleach blonde hair, with purple eyes (A small side-effect from the radiation, his Irises are now purple), 6feet 4inches, average weight, aura of confidence about him at all times.
Fears: Spiders and Super-Mutants.
Personality: Always confident, but never cocky. Usually aloof emotionally, not one for many friendships, usually a close few bonds. Money isn't his number one concern, knowledge and the thrill of adventure is.
Occupation: After working several odd jobs, he generally prefers to tinker with almost any projectile weaponry (for a price of course), although plasma weaponry confuses him to no end. He is also handy with machines, though far from an expert.
Skills: Aside from being an exceptional shot with his own modified .44 rifle, he is very skilled with a screwdriver and bobby pin.
RP Example:
*Raza slowly raises the scope on his modified cartridge rifle to his purple eyes, keeping the super-mutant gaurd's head dead-center in his reticle*
Razaschael: Sorry mate, but you kidnapped the child, and I really need the caps.
*KRACK...ka-chink!*
*The shot hit's dead center, splattering the mutant's brain on the unfortunate building behind it.*
Razaschael: Simple enough. *Standing, he walks down the hillside, and creeps toward's the child's shopping cart cage*
*he freezes 10 meters out when a responding force of mutants and their centaur gaurd dogs*
Razaschael: Only 3? Psh...I expected at least 7...
*He watches them carefully for almost a full minute, before rolling a frag grenade into their midst*
Super Mutant: WE. KILL! *kablam!* AGHHHH!
*The mine gibbed the mutant's legs, killing the other, and slicing the centaur open with shrapnel*
Razaschael: Bad super mutant. Bad. No more life for you. *He draws a bead on the mutant, and puts a .44 shot right into the mutant's skull*
*He walks over to the child and after examining the fairly complex lock, bashes it with the butt of his rifle*
Razaschael: Come on kid, time to get you home.
Backstory: Razaschael was originally brought up inside a vault until around the time he became 7. Then a widespread fear of a food shortage led the denziens of his home to go completely mad, and urge the Overseer to let them out. The Overseer refused, and chaos ensued. Razaschael's mother, father, two brothers and sister ran for it amongst the chaos, and after a full day of traveling The Wastes, made it to a small Wastelander settlement somewhere in Utah. It was there he spent the rest of his days growing and learning the skills he'd need from the wastelanders to survive. After 17 long years, he's finally ready to find his real purpose, so he bid his family farewell, and left them in a canyon stronghold of his father's design, (self sustained with plant life and a purifier stolen from the vault) and he set out, promising to return when he was done exploring the vast new world.
Edit: I understand the true value of an RPer is their ability to adapt. If I am needed for a different character, I will do my best to fill the role.
I don't really like to see over-powered RP examples, but it seems alright, Accepted
Oh, I don't hate you. But every thing you've done on the server RP wise that I've seen has insulted me to some degree. Not to mention the unprofessional way that you've taken to here on the forums. I'm not sure if you've been seriously play or not, if you have been; you need to step up you game, it physically hurts people at how **** poor it has been. If you haven't been playing seriously, then when you get back online from this I expect to see what you can really do.
If you step it up or start playing seriously my hostilities will stop. If not, when someone mod wise asks/warns/tells me to calm down about it, I will. It's nothing against you much. I'm a bit of an elitist, and to me, the way you've acted is deplorable. All I want is to see some sense of ability from everyone, makes for a more enjoyable game in general. That is all.
OOC
IGN:toxikavenger
Role-Play Exp.:ive played every fallout even tactics ive played ive played ever elder scrolls didnt beat 1 or 2
and ive played on 1 rp server
Why Us:i love the idea of fallout and minercraft
Time You Can Dedicate:i can dedicate a lot of time but for a while i wont be on cause of the release of skyrim
IC:
Name:Jimmy chase
Gender:M
Age:17
fears:B.O.S.
RP Example:[billy] grab the tech and lets go [jimmy] wait i see a raider kills raider grabs items fro m the bin [chest]
Backstory:he lived in his parents farm at age 16. he was happy living there he had a relationship with sammie smith. a month after his 17th birthday a group of raiders killed the entire town. he was the only survivor he saw his old girlfriend dead among the rest of the town the blood make him sick he scavenged what he could find.[which wasnt much] he realized he needed to leave armed with a combat knife he reached the mojave wasteland.ready for what it had for him.
OOC
IGN:toxikavenger
Role-Play Exp.:ive played every fallout even tactics ive played ive played ever elder scrolls didnt beat 1 or 2
and ive played on 1 rp server
Why Us:i love the idea of fallout and minercraft
Time You Can Dedicate:i can dedicate a lot of time but for a while i wont be on cause of the release of skyrim
IC:
Name:Jimmy chase
Gender:M
Age:17
fears:B.O.S.
RP Example:[billy] grab the tech and lets go [jimmy] wait i see a raider kills raider grabs items fro m the bin [chest]
Backstory:he lived in his parents farm at age 16. he was happy living there he had a relationship with sammie smith. a month after his 17th birthday a group of raiders killed the entire town. he was the only survivor he saw his old girlfriend dead among the rest of the town the blood make him sick he scavenged what he could find.[which wasnt much] he realized he needed to leave armed with a combat knife he reached the mojave wasteland.ready for what it had for him.
I see no point hating me when I didn't insult you in the first part...
EDIT: Wait, that was a compliment!
Denied with a passion.
Denied with a passion.
Hmmmmm. Accept with a passion.
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Herocraft, threekIngsrp, and MIddleEarthServer.
Why Us:Because all my frIends say thIs server Is one of the best and I realy love the lore wIth fallout.
TIme You Can DedIcate:about 4 to 5 hrs per day 6 on weekends
IC
Name:Alexander
Gender:male
Age:25
Appearance: 5’ 10” 145lbs army cut hear.
Fears: My only fears are night and super mutants.
Personality: I am a strong leader. Will always charge In to battle
Occupation: caravan.
SkIlls:CQC. Also I am a good shot.
Nickname (Optional): Alex
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey need something stranger?" He reply's "yeah your head on a stick" TWAPP he smacks the merchant with a but of the gun.
Back-story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): as we travel down the highway we see someone off In the distance. He begins to fire! "****!" We then all run for cover. A Insistence firefight ensues. After 50 minutes they are all dead and we begin scavenge there body's. "Hey what Is this?" as my friend pulls out a paper. "****! Alex It’s a bounty" "Who for?" "You" he replies. You see ever cense Alex was a child he has gone hunting with his grandfather, he thought him everything he knows. When he was a child his parents were killed in a freak accident in the vault, so he had to live with his grandfather. He told stories about what it was like before the war. Now Alex must
Travel through the waists with his friends trying to find out who framed him.
Originally on page 379.
OOC
IGN: Remisa
Age: 18
Role Play Experience: I've had tons of practice, DM'd countless amounts of Dungeons and Dragons games, played all of the Fallout Games (with the exception of New Vegas) and ton's of Starcraft RP hours.
Why Us: These rules are flawless, and I love Minecraft and Fallout Universe immensely.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate up to 8 hours on Sundays, 2-6 hours (depending on need) on Everyday but Wednesday, and maybe 1 hour at best on Wednesday. (timezone, Mountain Time.)
IC
Name: Razascahel
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Bleach blonde hair, with purple eyes (A small side-effect from the radiation, his Irises are now purple), 6feet 4inches, average weight, aura of confidence about him at all times.
Fears: Spiders and Super-Mutants.
Personality: Always confident, but never cocky. Usually aloof emotionally, not one for many friendships, usually a close few bonds. Money isn't his number one concern, knowledge and the thrill of adventure is.
Occupation: After working several odd jobs, he generally prefers to tinker with almost any projectile weaponry (for a price of course), although plasma weaponry confuses him to no end. He is also handy with machines, though far from an expert.
Skills: Aside from being an exceptional shot with his own modified .44 rifle, he is very skilled with a screwdriver and bobby pin.
RP Example:
*Raza slowly raises the scope on his modified cartridge rifle to his purple eyes, keeping the super-mutant gaurd's head dead-center in his reticle*
Razaschael: Sorry mate, but you kidnapped the child, and I really need the caps.
*KRACK...ka-chink!*
*The shot hit's dead center, splattering the mutant's brain on the unfortunate building behind it.*
Razaschael: Simple enough. *Standing, he walks down the hillside, and creeps toward's the child's shopping cart cage*
*he freezes 10 meters out when a responding force of mutants and their centaur gaurd dogs*
Razaschael: Only 3? Psh...I expected at least 7...
*He watches them carefully for almost a full minute, before rolling a frag grenade into their midst*
Super Mutant: WE. KILL! *kablam!* AGHHHH!
*The mine gibbed the mutant's legs, killing the other, and slicing the centaur open with shrapnel*
Razaschael: Bad super mutant. Bad. No more life for you. *He draws a bead on the mutant, and puts a .44 shot right into the mutant's skull*
*He walks over to the child and after examining the fairly complex lock, bashes it with the butt of his rifle*
Razaschael: Come on kid, time to get you home.
Backstory: Razaschael was originally brought up inside a vault until around the time he became 7. Then a widespread fear of a food shortage led the denziens of his home to go completely mad, and urge the Overseer to let them out. The Overseer refused, and chaos ensued. Razaschael's mother, father, two brothers and sister ran for it amongst the chaos, and after a full day of traveling The Wastes, made it to a small Wastelander settlement somewhere in Utah. It was there he spent the rest of his days growing and learning the skills he'd need from the wastelanders to survive. After 17 long years, he's finally ready to find his real purpose, so he bid his family farewell, and left them in a canyon stronghold of his father's design, (self sustained with plant life and a purifier stolen from the vault) and he set out, promising to return when he was done exploring the vast new world.
Edit: I understand the true value of an RPer is their ability to adapt. If I am needed for a different character, I will do my best to fill the role.
Oh, I don't hate you. But every thing you've done on the server RP wise that I've seen has insulted me to some degree. Not to mention the unprofessional way that you've taken to here on the forums. I'm not sure if you've been seriously play or not, if you have been; you need to step up you game, it physically hurts people at how **** poor it has been. If you haven't been playing seriously, then when you get back online from this I expect to see what you can really do.
If you step it up or start playing seriously my hostilities will stop. If not, when someone mod wise asks/warns/tells me to calm down about it, I will. It's nothing against you much. I'm a bit of an elitist, and to me, the way you've acted is deplorable. All I want is to see some sense of ability from everyone, makes for a more enjoyable game in general. That is all.
Wait... this is black magic! I can't tell if you are insulting me or not! HANG THE WITCH!
Wait... this is black magic! I can't tell if you are insulting me or not! HANG THE WITCH!
need more about your childhood, what vault you were in, how you got to the mojave, and longer RP example Denied
IGN:Vexx314
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:none, online atleast
Why Us: Sounded very interesting
Time You Can Dedicate:3-9p.m. central time
IC
Name:Isonade
Gender:MAle
Age:28
Appearance: A normal male, but with slightly bulkier legs.
Fears: Octopus, And exteremly fast moving objects (large objects), and heights.
Personality: Mostly laidback
Occupation: Occasional Kid-watcher.
Skills: Good with plants/people
Nickname (Optional): None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Slowly, Isonade reached up for his cleaver, Hitting off the ghoul that had just jumped on him. As he grabbed the weapon he swung it in the direction he threw the ghoul off him, but to his surprise it had disappeared.
Moments later...
Isonade was sitting under a pile of car doors and roofs.
Suddenly he heard a low growling noise. it sounded like it was far away, so he wasnt in a hurry to quickly gather up to fight.
A loud screeching noise came from his right, a feral ghoul came charging at him. Without any time to defend himself it jumped upon him, ripping savagely at his arms and chest.
*BOOM*
A shot from the distance tore off its right side of its face, it fell over with a loud thud.
Isonade's vision blackened.
HE woke up the next day in a poorly built bed...
Backstory: He grew up in a small village, having an average life. Nothing much went on, just school, home, and playing sports. His favorite sport was Baseball. He spent atleast 1/2 of his time playing that sport. He had no enemies at school, but also not alot of friends.
Just like everyone else, he grew up with his mother and father. Going through school and passing with good grades. He had always been interested with geography. Once he heard that you could actually climb mountains, he set his mind to do that. during his last year of school he had trained vigorously to climb objects. He started with trees, from Basic oak trees to tall pine trees. Around 1/5 of the time climbing, he would fall out of those trees and always land on his legs, most of the time breaking them. After he had finished grade school and Earned enough money he began his journey to climb the Appalachian mountains. He had finally lived his dream, not many other people got to live their dreams. Almost to the top of the platform that was laid out for climbers, he had slipped, falling down, constantly bashing his head on the soft dirt and rocks. It slowly grew worse, rocks, stones and they began to grow larger and sharper. To his luck, he fell on a flat area. His body was broken, and he laid there, passed out, waiting for someone to find him. after 2 days of very small bleeding a fellow climber had climbed up the same exact trail, surprised to find him there. He had called for help, and soon enough there was a team slowly bringing him down to the base. Major surgery was done, mainly to his legs and arms. It left him with Very bulky legs. He couldn't remember alot of things, like where he lived and where/who his family was.
In-game-name:Vexx314
In-Character name:Isonade
In-game-character-age: 28
Special talents?: none.
Why the Enclave?: I like uniformal Factions.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soldier.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: For all eternity.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: What does disobey mean?
Hit me up on psn for tekken tag 2 games, or tekken rev.
Exhorresco
I don't really like to see over-powered RP examples, but it seems alright, Accepted
The cube had food and maybe ammo. And immortality."
Story of my life.
lol thats what I thought when I found it
Hopefully you will accept me for how i write.
:biggrin.gif:
Hit me up on psn for tekken tag 2 games, or tekken rev.
Exhorresco
IGN:toxikavenger
Role-Play Exp.:ive played every fallout even tactics ive played ive played ever elder scrolls didnt beat 1 or 2
and ive played on 1 rp server
Why Us:i love the idea of fallout and minercraft
Time You Can Dedicate:i can dedicate a lot of time but for a while i wont be on cause of the release of skyrim
IC:
Name:Jimmy chase
Gender:M
Age:17
fears:B.O.S.
RP Example:[billy] grab the tech and lets go [jimmy] wait i see a raider kills raider grabs items fro m the bin [chest]
Backstory:he lived in his parents farm at age 16. he was happy living there he had a relationship with sammie smith. a month after his 17th birthday a group of raiders killed the entire town. he was the only survivor he saw his old girlfriend dead among the rest of the town the blood make him sick he scavenged what he could find.[which wasnt much] he realized he needed to leave armed with a combat knife he reached the mojave wasteland.ready for what it had for him.
****ing depleasure. Denied without any passion.