Hey guys, I need the new texture pack link. Anyone?
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I am Corporal Corpse! NCR, line up you frackin' worms! Make that Bear proud of you, sloppy uniform?! Scrub the toilets, Private Dip! Damn recruits...
Why do we have car mod if we can't use it, exactly?
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What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
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I am Corporal Corpse! NCR, line up you frackin' worms! Make that Bear proud of you, sloppy uniform?! Scrub the toilets, Private Dip! Damn recruits...
1. Download the official Last Days Texture pack Sound pack here: http://www.multiupload.com/U5UYP0HO6B
OR
Create your own sound pack based on the texture pack/fallout.
1a. DO NOT FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS IN THE TXT FILE THAT COME WITH THE PACK
3. The download consists of one bo.class file. Use WinRAR (or a similar program that opens .jar files) to enter minecraft.jar (usually found in App Data/.minecraft/bin) and drag this newly downloaded .class file into the archive. It should overwrite the original bo.class file.
4. While in minecraft.jar, delete the META-INF folder.
5. Use WinRAR (or again, a similar program) to extract the folder titled "resources" from the sound pack zip.
6. Replace the resources folder found in the .minecraft folder (NOT minecraft.jar!!) with the new resources folder from the sound pack.
7. ???
8. Profit
Please get the original poster to put this on the first post, please? Thanks.
The application thread was taken down sadly so Im reposting my application here. Sorry ahead of time because I know you didn't want people posting applications here.
OOC
IGN:Zionator12
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I have enough experience to know how to rp, although I have never tried a Minecraft rping server so I am hoping this will be a good experience.
Why Us:I have always been a fan of the Fallout series since I got Fallout 3. I love Minecraft as well and combining the two is sure to have great results.
Time You Can Dedicate:I will easily dedicate at least 12 hours a week but almost definately more.
IC
Name:Jacob
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Blonde hair and blue eyes, average weighted and tall.
Fears:Radiation and mutated animals.
Personality:Kind and respectful to others and very witty in the worst of situations.
Occupation:None
Skills:Good Charisma, best with energy based weapons in combat.
Nickname (Optional):None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Get Down!!" The voice was cut off by a deafening explosion. I looked around frantically to see several dead bodies around me. Just as I notice the sharp piece of shrapnel stuck in my arm I feel someone pulling me towards a small barrier left intact from the explosion. Coming back to my senses I glance over the barrier to see more Legion soldiers moving in. I grab my laser rifle, check the Microfusion cells left and know that resistance is futile. "Fall back!" more voices start yelling. I get to my feet and crawl my way towards my teammates.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Ever since the nukes fell my family was safely locked away in Vault 22 for years. On the day of my 21st birthday I started planning my escape. Things were starting to go crazy so I left during a riot when the door was ungaurded. I wandered the Mojave for a while until I came across a town called Novac. By that time I had acquired weapons from various small settlements and learned how to use them, so I volunteered to take the night time sniper shift. Novac treated me nicely but I found myself leaving after a couple of years.
After leaving Novac I found myself in New Vegas where there were thousands of people only worrying about debts and gambling and not a thought about the outside world. I decided to stay since the slots were operating and I was running low on supplies. I gambled some and won a lot but decided that gambling wasn't the life for me. Now, I'm once again wandering the wasteland looking for a new home.
IGN:kidgamer100
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: mc roleplay servers
Why Us: I absolutely love all Fallout games
Time You Can Dedicate: after school and weekends
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The glass slipped out of my suddenly numb fingers and shattered on the stone floor, but I didn't register it happening. I strained to see, to hear, in a room suddenly devoid of either light or sound. Nothing. Nothing but a shift of darkness within darkness, and my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.
The sensation threatened to choke me, and I sank slowly to the floor, drawing my knees up and hugging them to my chest. I shut my eyes, and amazingly the dark became more familiar. I concentrated on breathing in and out, trying to slow my racing pulse, and the pounding in my chest began slowly to subside
IC
Name: Aleksandr
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: tanish, burn and cut marks, brownhair, 5ft tal
Fears: not have control of what hes doing
Personality: loves to kill anything
Occupation: soldier , and part time builder.
Skills: Excellent at using guns,and has a knack for building structures when given enough space and time.
Nickname (Optional):
Backstory:aleksandr was Born in mother russia.
growing up for Aleksandr was easy he had his father his mother.
he had no need for work till hs mom decided to make him work.
he had a few bad years of working time passed i he grew and after about 5 years of his life it all seemed to go to hell people were dieing things were going wrong and the city was destroyed.
so he move to america to only be there for 2 years before the bombs droped
IGN:kidgamer100
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: mc roleplay servers
Why Us: I absolutely love all Fallout games
Time You Can Dedicate: after school and weekends
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The glass slipped out of my suddenly numb fingers and shattered on the stone floor, but I didn't register it happening. I strained to see, to hear, in a room suddenly devoid of either light or sound. Nothing. Nothing but a shift of darkness within darkness, and my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.
The sensation threatened to choke me, and I sank slowly to the floor, drawing my knees up and hugging them to my chest. I shut my eyes, and amazingly the dark became more familiar. I concentrated on breathing in and out, trying to slow my racing pulse, and the pounding in my chest began slowly to subside
IC
Name: Aleksandr
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: tanish, burn and cut marks, brownhair, 5ft tal
Fears: not have control of what hes doing
Personality: loves to kill anything
Occupation: soldier , and part time builder.
Skills: Excellent at using guns,and has a knack for building structures when given enough space and time.
Nickname (Optional):
Backstory:aleksandr was Born in mother russia.
growing up for Aleksandr was easy he had his father his mother.
he had no need for work till hs mom decided to make him work.
he had a few bad years of working time passed i he grew and after about 5 years of his life it all seemed to go to hell people were dieing things were going wrong and the city was destroyed.
so he move to america to only be there for 2 years before the bombs droped
Terrible grammar, doesn't follow Fallout storyline, makes no sense at all. Accep- denied.Also, un-ban me from the new server...
Role Play Exp.: I have played a few RPG games on Kongregate and I took over New Vegas in Fallout: New Vegas but my computer was to laggy so I didn't have the will power or the time to finish the game (which I was very sad about), I have also been playing lots of Assassin's Creed 2 which is why I want to be a spy .
Why us?: Well, I'm hoping you guys will be different then other RP servers and I've always wanted to play on a RP server like this one .
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably about 4 hours a day taking away Monday because I'm busy that day :/ (every week) .
IC
Name: Carl Jenkins
Gender: M
Age: 28
Appearance: Dark Brown Eyes, Stone Face (meaning that his expression usually doesn't change), Black Hair, Slight Age Detail (small wrinkles and maybe saggy eyes).
Fears: Arachnophobia, Acrophobia, Agateophobia.
Personality: Kind, Secretive, Slightly Insane (he is a bit crazy due to not being able to find his father's killer), Friendly, Seductive.
Occupation: Assassin
Skills: Agile, Perceptive, Sneaky, Able to make people say things they shouldn't through regular chatting.
RP Example: Carl: Aha! The final piece to my father's past has been found! *quickly snatches piece of paper*
Scribe: Wait a minute! Your not a scribe! Guards, kill this abomination!
Carl: Crap! *runs toward window and jumps through*
Guard: Where'd he go? *walks away searching for him*
Carl:Finally, I've returned to my base. *reaches into pocket to find nothing* *GASP* That weasel! He stole it again! ( I hope that was good enough, I tried to think of a good enough scenario)
Backstory: Carl was born into a wealthy family. His father worked with a secret group called "The Crusaders of Novac" which had been working on finding a slave trader within Novac. His father was secretly teaching him the ways of the assassin and he was hoping that his son would grow up to be an assassin as well. His father was killed for treason against Novac. At the age of 13, Carl decided he would find the will traitor and figure out his father's past. By the age of 19 he had mastered almost all of the skills he needed to be an assassin. He had also already collected three pieces of the puzzle to his father's past.
The pieces seemed to create a type of riddle. He now only needs 5 more pieces and the puzzle will be complete. Then he will only have to decode the strange puzzle. Carl moved away from Novac after his mother died in a house fire. He set up and HQ and began working from there. He has still not been able to find the real traitor to Novac, and it seems he never will. As the puzzle gets harder and harder, the same thought keeps picking at his mind. Was his dad the real traitor? He always quickly blew it away and began to work again. He has recently gotten a lead on another piece to the puzzle which is located within one of the BoS bunkers. Will he discover the past of a traitor, or a savior?
Hello, I have applied for NCR and have been accepted. Though, I am having trouble getting an inivation to the NCR. My IGN is AHappyElite. I would like to be put in the NCR please. Also, my app for the NCR is around page seventy. Thanks in advance, and go NCR!!!!!!
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Wort, a worti' wort, and a wort wort and a wort wort wort!
IGN - narlypiratex
Age - 16
Role-Play Exp.: I've played all fallouts, and other bethesda games. I've always loved to role-play after my dad got me hooked on Dungeons and Dragons. I play Basic Fantasy/D&D every weekend with friends, I've also heavily play anything role-play and would hate to miss out on this!
Why Us: I find your post mature, which isn't common in the minecraft community:P I think your server has great potential and I'd love to be a part of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Hours each day, mainly depends on my homework that day.
IC
Name: Handsome Ransom
Gender: Male
Age: 22
RP Example:
RP Example:
*Unwraps dirty wastelander jacket used as a bandage*
"Yikes. How many weeks did you wait after getting shot to come in?
*After a long silent pause, the patient turns his head away in shame*
Doesn't matter, I can fix you right up. Hand me that saw over there."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born the son of a doctor in Shady Sands. He taught me about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. Some king of mutation discovery he swore was necessary but NCR executed him immediately, and we became outcasts in the city. We left and headed towards Hub with a very small caravan. Too small really. Raiders noticed and attacked in the early morning on the second day. Mom was cut down almost right away. Didn't bother me much as she just became another body. The caravan owner and I survived by luck, running to a nearby cave the raiders hadn't seen.
After the raid was over, the owner, Nathaniel, and I headed to the Hub where he had a much larger caravan waiting for him. Feeling responsible he hired me on as the medic. To his surprise I was very good at it. Got a lot of experience patching lots of bullet holes and laser burns. Nathaniel taught me about running caravans: how to keep the guards from running off during a firefight, what it takes to keep the pack brahmin alive, and the best routes to take. I worked with him for 15 years and was happy. Nathaniel started giving me my own caravans to take out, though it was hard to watch other medics screw up on my people, to the point where I fired most of them and tended to it myself. I never lost a caravan to a raid and usually made a ton of caps.
But after a while I got tired of not having a home. And even more so I wondered what my father thought was so important he died for it. Good or bad I wanted to know more. Eventually I parted ways with Nathaniel, to his dismay. But I had made a good amount of money, enough to travel for some time. I headed back to Shady Sands to look for any clues. Because of the atrocities that had happened there, no one moved into our old house. It had been looted for valuables but most of the books and papers were still there. After wiping off thick coats of dust, I gathered the most useful materials together and headed towards New Vegas. I will figure out what he was working on and why it was so damn important when I get there.
Ps: i just started a fresh story. Thought it would be nicer. Didn't like my last one too much.
I noticed that the application forum was shut down so this is probably the best place to post my revised application. Hope you enjoy
OOC
IGN: Shadowxfall
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have been a part of four serious rp servers, most of which I was either a moderator or some kind of faction leader. I especially like to look for well run rp servers with good admins/mods
Why Us: I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and have been looking all day for a new rp server so this caught my eye for its uniqueness
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays from 3 to about 6 and possibly time after that. Also every weekend
IC
Name: James Booker
Gender: Male
Age:26
RP Example:As I fell to the ground with the boot on my head, I realised this was not a good idea from the start. I have been a mercenary for most of my life, raised up in a cold hearted killing community. Even though I have been known as the Silent Knife, I now lie here with a power armored foot crushing my face into the mud after a failed job. I do not know where I will be from here, but it could easily be hell'a better than that damned Merc. Camp.
BOS JAILER:"State your name and profession"
JAMES: "Look man, I dont want any trouble, just let me go free and everyone stays happy."
BOS JAILER:"You forfeited your freedom when you jumped at the recruit with a machete!"
JAMES:"And he would be bleeding in the wastes if your buddy on that mountain sniped my knife"
BOS JAILER:"Speaking of which, you never did state your profession..."
*James quickly jolts upwards and knocks over the table the jailer is at, disorienting him. James tightly grips the jailer's throat.*
JAMES:"Now again. Give me those nice shiny keys and you won't be like your friend if I hadn't finished the job."
*The jailer reluctantly hands him the keys and James stays at the door*
JAMES:"I thought you would see things my way if your life is on the line"
*James turns around to come face to face with a power-armored helmet. The last he could remember was seeing stars and colors and feeling a tremendous amount of force against his face*
Backstory:
James was only a boy when a pack of raiders swarmed his families house out in the Wasteland. They were a simple family, living as Brahmin ranchers and never hurting anyone. Even so, the raiders attacked viciously killing his parents and leaving only him to hide under a dead Brahmin. Eventually after days of idly wandering, looking for a home he came across a heavily armed group of men that had guns pointed at a man with tattered clothes. James silently watched as the hot lead came from the rifles and into the poor man's flesh. Even after all that, one of the men turned and looked at him and then, James knew what he wanted to do for his life. Life in the camp was hard and pay was extremely minimum. The work and sweat of the job eventually made James come to hate the place. Either way, he was in a group with guns and food, and it sure was a hell of a lot better to be in that camp than in the wasteland. Without the mercenaries he would be inside a coyote's stomach by now.
He got a job to assassinate a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. He always respected the group so he was deeply conflicted about his contract. Either way,the mercenary code is to feel no sympathy towards the target, just carry out the mission. As he crept through a rocky outcropping he could see the target. He couldn't believe his eyes. The "target" was not even close to what he expected. The recruit was not even in the Brotherhood's trademark power armor, and seemed to be out collecting food for the other members. He put that in the back of his mind, no matter how hard that was, and continued sneaking behind the recruit. As the recruit bent down to collect a strange looking plant, James took his chance. He leapt at the recruit with his machete rising outwards toward the sun. He felt something was wrong from how easy the mission was going from the start. He felt his machete fly from his hand and heard a loud bang. He looked up above him and saw that just above the outcropping he was currently at, a Brotherhood sniper stood with his rifle still smoking from the shot. He was forcibly shoved down, face first in the hot Mojave dirt, and just then he realized. His life really sucked.
If you have been whitelisted tell show me in a reply or link the page where you were accepted and i will whitelist you rigth now
OOC
IGN: Ace__Spades
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: Played on several RP servers in MC. Also RPed in GTA and WoW
Why Us: I am looking for a more fun, rewarding RP experience. This server has some huge potential as I loved the Fallout series and there are many possibilities here for longer adventure compared to other servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours per day
IC
Name: Jason Cade
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
Me: *lays down a King on a 4 of clubs* Ha! I guess I win again! Caravan just comes second nature I guess.
Ronald Anoir: *lowers hand of cards and places them on the splintered shipping crate* I see... Tell me again where you learned this game lad?
Me: Mr. Anoir, I cant be giving away all of my secrets now can I? *smirks*
Ronald: I dont know if its secrets you have or Lady Luck but I cant see how you always win at this damned card game! *Hands over 200 caps*
Me: Thank you sir! *Glances out the window of the gas station* It seems to be getting dark friend, I better be heading out before Raiders get frisky. No sense in shedding blood after a nice card game is there?
Ronald: Nope, I guess not! We will see you again soon pal. Watch your self out there now!
Me: *Picks up rifle leaning against an old soda fountain* Will do! *Walks out into the dusk*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jason is from a long line of entrepreneurs amassing a great family wealth. His family survived the Fallout by taking refuge in the bunker his great grandfather's compound provided. His grandfather owned an extremely successful oil company, and taught Jason's father the meaning of being a warrior, hard work and reward. These same principles were passed down to Jason through his father like his father before him. Jason grew up in the city of the wastes. He never knew much of poverty or loneliness. However, things were growing darker outside the city. Though the NCR was keeping many safe, it seemed they were losing ground. Too many enemies were pushing closer to home. Too close for comfort in Jason's mind.
So, Jason decided he would do something about the darkness in the wastes. He was well taught in business, and he knew he would be fine on his own in terms of finances. He knew how to scrounge up some caps when necessary and was also quite good at the popular card game Caravan. That aught to help his moneymaking chances a bit. He was even accustomed to weaponry as his father was a sharpshooter for the NCR for a good while during a call to arms against the Independence militia. He is better with a rifle than anything else. He is well studied on the wasteland, so survival should not be too difficult but of course this is his first venture alone. Jason was undertaking a mission that could change his family's name forever. Not only will they be known for their fortune, but now a new path will be carved. This was Jason's time. He said goodbye to his father and mother and set off into the wastes towards Camp McCarran, in search of a place in history...
IGN: firexxattxx
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I have ropleplayed in GMOD before. I only roleplayed once in a friend's MC server. This will be the first time I will roleplay in a "public server"
Why Us: Fallout has a great storyline. I played fallout 3 a bit, and fallout new vegas. I learned alot about Fallout on their wiki, so I'm excited to roleplay with people in minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours I can play on my PC.
IC
Name: Alex Parker
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: He is about 5"11, a bit buff, shaved clean, and black hair.
Fears: Bugs, spiders, and mothership zeta rumors/stories
Personality: Alex is a typical brave soldier. he has a great sense of humor, when he gets bored he likes to make jokes with anyone around him. But in combat he gets serious.
Occupation: Soldier, Former Farmer
Skills: Rifles and Small Arms
Nickname (Optional): Team Player
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Alex: How the hell in the world did you get a power armor?!
Greg: Hehe, my cousin who works for Enclave raided top secret BoS Military base and stole its power armor and gift me it for my birthday. Anyways, hows your uncle? Is he doing okay?
Alex: He's doing okay, he's probably just going to lay down in bed because he's quite tired from all those work in the farm. Later on I'm going to Frank's Target Practice and pick up a .44 magnum to try it out.
Alex: I want to try out that power armor you got, I wanna see how sexy I will look eh?
**Puts on Power Armor**
Alex: How does it look on me? Make me look fat?
Greg: Nope, you look fine.
Alex: Hehe, thanks, I thought you were going to say yes. That means I don't have to lose any weight.
Greg: Enough with the jokes man. Take it off, I don't want you to scratch my beautiful suit.
**Takes off Power Armor**
Alex: I gotta get back to the farm. I need to check on those corns. Yesterday it looks like it grew 4 inches.
Greg: That's what she said.
Alex: Oh shut up.. I'll make more money than you will ever make.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Alex Parker was raised by his parents in Megaton. He was the oldest brother in the family, living with his mom, dad, and younger brother. His dad was a great friend to the mayor of Megaton, Lucas Simms. His dad took many quests from him and finally had enough money to leave Megaton and apply a job. After Alex's dad left for 4 years, he finally came back as a Vault-Tec Engineer. He was accepted into Vault 101 and moved his family in. When Alex was 16, he worked in Vault 101 as a Radroach killer. He was also trained to use rifles and small arms by Kyle Moorson, a former Enclave Soldier and Trainer. When his dad died from kidney cancer, his family was kicked out of Vault 101 because his dad was no longer in service, and moved with his uncle. His uncle was a wealthy farmer, and teached Alex and his younger brother, Robbie, how to farm. He had plenty of food, and was very healthy. Alex usually goes to Frank's Target Practice to remember the techniques he learned from Kyle. Alex's best friend, Greg, was offered to go to Enclave's Recruitment Center as an Enclave Soldier, and asked Alex and Robbie to become one. They accepted, and went off. They were recruited into Enclave's "Soldiers of the Future" department to trained. When Alex woke up, Greg was gone. He couldn't be found anywhere. He then left the facility to find Greg. Few weeks later, Alex found Greg's dead body at an abandoned town. When he realizes the truth, he went back to the Enclave Department for further training.
IGN: Attacker85 [Already Whitelisted, making new character for enclave]
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played mostly ALL major RPG games, i've played Fallout 3, Fallout NV, Oblivion, and much more
Why Us: Fallout of course, best game of all time + since im on this server its AMAZING
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-6 hours a day
IC
Name: Phillip Jackson
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Not too attractive, wears his jacket all the time, and ripped up jeans...
Fears: Bugs, Raiders, and Ghouls
Personality: Nice mostly and Mean when needed too
Occupation: Caravan Trader, but soon to join the Enclave army
Skills: Warfare, Agility, and Combat
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Phillip sees a wastelander walking by
[Phillip] How ya' doin' wastelander? I got some deals for you!
[Wastelander] Back off, not in the mood
[Joey] Well with these cheap prices going here, your frown would be upside down!
[Wastelander] I SAID BACK OFF! TALK TO ME ONE MORE TIME AND YOULL GET IT!
[Phillip] Well just....
*Wastelander pulls out blade, and stabs Phillip and runs.
[Phillip] Ugh... Ugh...
*While holding his wound, he falls down and collapses.
[Joey] Get him! Ciera pick Phillip up he needs help!
*Noises of gunshots and from a distance a guy falling down
[Ciera] Hes bleeding to fast, pass me a bandage and a stimpack!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
While being helped by my fellow traders, they bring me to my home.... Megaton. I've been living here for the past 10 years, with my family. My mom and little brother. My father died when I was 8, and was killed by some Raiders. My mom has been depressed since. I've been all these years happy as I could, but inside me, I feel sad, angry, depressed. My little brother wasn't born yet, he's actually my step brother. My mom had kids with my step father who left us. I think about moving over there by New Vegas. I heard over there was amazing and plus my cousin lives over there. I told my mother about joining the Enclave, because there is always news about them everywhere. My mother is thinking about it, but I have to go now. I left all my belongings to my brother and I left. I met up with some caravan traders that were headed to New Vegas. I only brought what was needed. I told them what I did and what I was going there for. I have experienced fighting and I was at shooting ranges most of the time. One time I was traveling and I fought a pack of Raiders. Damn were they scared. As I traveled there we stumbled upon some Ghouls. As I wonder why would Ghouls be traveling around in the road. I am truly terrified of them, I don't know why but since I was little I have heard stories of them. The ghouls were lost and just wanted food and water. They got there stuff for a few caps and left, thank god. After days and days of traveling, finally these traders left me be, because in the distance there it was.... New Vegas! The traders told me you need a passport or a bunch of caps. I had none... I just say I wanted to visit there but then I asked wheres Rimrock? I think thats what's called, but I need to apply for the Enclave army. They told me about a little over 64 miles away. One trader told me, to be careful. So I left to my journey. About 2 days later, I arrive...
ENCLAVE:
In-game-name: Attacker85
In-Character name: Phillip Jackson
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Warfare, Combat, and Agility
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave, i've heard stories about them, and i've had some family from my fathers side tell me about them. They seem loyal and like a good faction.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soilder: Pvt.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes, I am not a betrayer and will never ever be.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: I agree with all my heart.
IGN:kidgamer100
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: mc roleplay servers
Why Us: I absolutely love all Fallout games
Time You Can Dedicate: after school and weekends
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The glass slipped out of my suddenly numb fingers and shattered on the stone floor, but I didn't register it happening. I strained to see, to hear, in a room suddenly devoid of either light or sound. Nothing. Nothing but a shift of darkness within darkness, and my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.
The sensation threatened to choke me, and I sank slowly to the floor, drawing my knees up and hugging them to my chest. I shut my eyes, and amazingly the dark became more familiar. I concentrated on breathing in and out, trying to slow my racing pulse, and the pounding in my chest began slowly to subside
IC
Name: Aleksandr
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: tanish, burn and cut marks, brownhair, 5ft tal
Fears: not have control of what hes doing
Personality: loves to kill anything
Occupation: soldier , and part time builder.
Skills: Excellent at using guns,and has a knack for building structures when given enough space and time.
Nickname (Optional):
Backstory: aleksandr was born in america at age 12 he learned how to shoot a gun.
till he was 16 he learned how to take apart guns and put them back together.
around his 17 birthday the bombs droped 4 years later he found him self working for gun runners makeing guns.
unhappy he left to wounder the waste looking the the right faction to join.
Supposedly extreme intelligence.
And then a completely wrong setting.....
-Thanks
I am Corporal Corpse! NCR, line up you frackin' worms! Make that Bear proud of you, sloppy uniform?! Scrub the toilets, Private Dip! Damn recruits...
I am Corporal Corpse! NCR, line up you frackin' worms! Make that Bear proud of you, sloppy uniform?! Scrub the toilets, Private Dip! Damn recruits...
*Instructions apply to sound pack installation only
1.8 Last Days Texture Pack:
http://www.mediafire.com/?p6s3s9s6h6vac6c
Last Days Sound Pack:
1. Download the official Last Days Texture pack Sound pack here:
http://www.multiupload.com/U5UYP0HO6B
OR
Create your own sound pack based on the texture pack/fallout.
1a. DO NOT FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS IN THE TXT FILE THAT COME WITH THE PACK
2. Download the audio mod enabler for 1.8.1 here:
http://adf.ly/2fADK
3. The download consists of one bo.class file. Use WinRAR (or a similar program that opens .jar files) to enter minecraft.jar (usually found in App Data/.minecraft/bin) and drag this newly downloaded .class file into the archive. It should overwrite the original bo.class file.
4. While in minecraft.jar, delete the META-INF folder.
5. Use WinRAR (or again, a similar program) to extract the folder titled "resources" from the sound pack zip.
6. Replace the resources folder found in the .minecraft folder (NOT minecraft.jar!!) with the new resources folder from the sound pack.
7. ???
8. Profit
Please get the original poster to put this on the first post, please? Thanks.
References/Sources:
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/369814-32x-18-last-days-18-pics-on-p55/
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/633749-19-pre-4-181sound-mod-enabler/page__hl__audio mod enabler
OOC
IGN:Zionator12
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:I have enough experience to know how to rp, although I have never tried a Minecraft rping server so I am hoping this will be a good experience.
Why Us:I have always been a fan of the Fallout series since I got Fallout 3. I love Minecraft as well and combining the two is sure to have great results.
Time You Can Dedicate:I will easily dedicate at least 12 hours a week but almost definately more.
IC
Name:Jacob
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Blonde hair and blue eyes, average weighted and tall.
Fears:Radiation and mutated animals.
Personality:Kind and respectful to others and very witty in the worst of situations.
Occupation:None
Skills:Good Charisma, best with energy based weapons in combat.
Nickname (Optional):None
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"Get Down!!" The voice was cut off by a deafening explosion. I looked around frantically to see several dead bodies around me. Just as I notice the sharp piece of shrapnel stuck in my arm I feel someone pulling me towards a small barrier left intact from the explosion. Coming back to my senses I glance over the barrier to see more Legion soldiers moving in. I grab my laser rifle, check the Microfusion cells left and know that resistance is futile. "Fall back!" more voices start yelling. I get to my feet and crawl my way towards my teammates.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Ever since the nukes fell my family was safely locked away in Vault 22 for years. On the day of my 21st birthday I started planning my escape. Things were starting to go crazy so I left during a riot when the door was ungaurded. I wandered the Mojave for a while until I came across a town called Novac. By that time I had acquired weapons from various small settlements and learned how to use them, so I volunteered to take the night time sniper shift. Novac treated me nicely but I found myself leaving after a couple of years.
After leaving Novac I found myself in New Vegas where there were thousands of people only worrying about debts and gambling and not a thought about the outside world. I decided to stay since the slots were operating and I was running low on supplies. I gambled some and won a lot but decided that gambling wasn't the life for me. Now, I'm once again wandering the wasteland looking for a new home.
IGN:kidgamer100
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: mc roleplay servers
Why Us: I absolutely love all Fallout games
Time You Can Dedicate: after school and weekends
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The glass slipped out of my suddenly numb fingers and shattered on the stone floor, but I didn't register it happening. I strained to see, to hear, in a room suddenly devoid of either light or sound. Nothing. Nothing but a shift of darkness within darkness, and my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.
The sensation threatened to choke me, and I sank slowly to the floor, drawing my knees up and hugging them to my chest. I shut my eyes, and amazingly the dark became more familiar. I concentrated on breathing in and out, trying to slow my racing pulse, and the pounding in my chest began slowly to subside
IC
Name: Aleksandr
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: tanish, burn and cut marks, brownhair, 5ft tal
Fears: not have control of what hes doing
Personality: loves to kill anything
Occupation: soldier , and part time builder.
Skills: Excellent at using guns,and has a knack for building structures when given enough space and time.
Nickname (Optional):
Backstory:aleksandr was Born in mother russia.
growing up for Aleksandr was easy he had his father his mother.
he had no need for work till hs mom decided to make him work.
he had a few bad years of working time passed i he grew and after about 5 years of his life it all seemed to go to hell people were dieing things were going wrong and the city was destroyed.
so he move to america to only be there for 2 years before the bombs droped
Terrible grammar, doesn't follow Fallout storyline, makes no sense at all. Accep- denied.Also, un-ban me from the new server...
IGN: Brae1199
Age: 13
Role Play Exp.: I have played a few RPG games on Kongregate and I took over New Vegas in Fallout: New Vegas but my computer was to laggy so I didn't have the will power or the time to finish the game (which I was very sad about), I have also been playing lots of Assassin's Creed 2 which is why I want to be a spy .
Why us?: Well, I'm hoping you guys will be different then other RP servers and I've always wanted to play on a RP server like this one .
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably about 4 hours a day taking away Monday because I'm busy that day :/ (every week) .
IC
Name: Carl Jenkins
Gender: M
Age: 28
Appearance: Dark Brown Eyes, Stone Face (meaning that his expression usually doesn't change), Black Hair, Slight Age Detail (small wrinkles and maybe saggy eyes).
Fears: Arachnophobia, Acrophobia, Agateophobia.
Personality: Kind, Secretive, Slightly Insane (he is a bit crazy due to not being able to find his father's killer), Friendly, Seductive.
Occupation: Assassin
Skills: Agile, Perceptive, Sneaky, Able to make people say things they shouldn't through regular chatting.
RP Example: Carl: Aha! The final piece to my father's past has been found! *quickly snatches piece of paper*
Scribe: Wait a minute! Your not a scribe! Guards, kill this abomination!
Carl: Crap! *runs toward window and jumps through*
Guard: Where'd he go? *walks away searching for him*
Carl:Finally, I've returned to my base. *reaches into pocket to find nothing* *GASP* That weasel! He stole it again! ( I hope that was good enough, I tried to think of a good enough scenario)
Backstory: Carl was born into a wealthy family. His father worked with a secret group called "The Crusaders of Novac" which had been working on finding a slave trader within Novac. His father was secretly teaching him the ways of the assassin and he was hoping that his son would grow up to be an assassin as well. His father was killed for treason against Novac. At the age of 13, Carl decided he would find the will traitor and figure out his father's past. By the age of 19 he had mastered almost all of the skills he needed to be an assassin. He had also already collected three pieces of the puzzle to his father's past.
The pieces seemed to create a type of riddle. He now only needs 5 more pieces and the puzzle will be complete. Then he will only have to decode the strange puzzle. Carl moved away from Novac after his mother died in a house fire. He set up and HQ and began working from there. He has still not been able to find the real traitor to Novac, and it seems he never will. As the puzzle gets harder and harder, the same thought keeps picking at his mind. Was his dad the real traitor? He always quickly blew it away and began to work again. He has recently gotten a lead on another piece to the puzzle which is located within one of the BoS bunkers. Will he discover the past of a traitor, or a savior?
IGN - narlypiratex
Age - 16
Role-Play Exp.: I've played all fallouts, and other bethesda games. I've always loved to role-play after my dad got me hooked on Dungeons and Dragons. I play Basic Fantasy/D&D every weekend with friends, I've also heavily play anything role-play and would hate to miss out on this!
Why Us: I find your post mature, which isn't common in the minecraft community:P I think your server has great potential and I'd love to be a part of it.
Time You Can Dedicate: Hours each day, mainly depends on my homework that day.
IC
Name: Handsome Ransom
Gender: Male
Age: 22
RP Example:
RP Example:
*Unwraps dirty wastelander jacket used as a bandage*
"Yikes. How many weeks did you wait after getting shot to come in?
*After a long silent pause, the patient turns his head away in shame*
Doesn't matter, I can fix you right up. Hand me that saw over there."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
I was born the son of a doctor in Shady Sands. He taught me about being a doctor and even a lot about surgery when i was young. Mom thought we spent too much time down in the basement practicing surgery. Turns out she was right. Dad had been stealing bodies and sometimes live people to experiment on. Some king of mutation discovery he swore was necessary but NCR executed him immediately, and we became outcasts in the city. We left and headed towards Hub with a very small caravan. Too small really. Raiders noticed and attacked in the early morning on the second day. Mom was cut down almost right away. Didn't bother me much as she just became another body. The caravan owner and I survived by luck, running to a nearby cave the raiders hadn't seen.
After the raid was over, the owner, Nathaniel, and I headed to the Hub where he had a much larger caravan waiting for him. Feeling responsible he hired me on as the medic. To his surprise I was very good at it. Got a lot of experience patching lots of bullet holes and laser burns. Nathaniel taught me about running caravans: how to keep the guards from running off during a firefight, what it takes to keep the pack brahmin alive, and the best routes to take. I worked with him for 15 years and was happy. Nathaniel started giving me my own caravans to take out, though it was hard to watch other medics screw up on my people, to the point where I fired most of them and tended to it myself. I never lost a caravan to a raid and usually made a ton of caps.
But after a while I got tired of not having a home. And even more so I wondered what my father thought was so important he died for it. Good or bad I wanted to know more. Eventually I parted ways with Nathaniel, to his dismay. But I had made a good amount of money, enough to travel for some time. I headed back to Shady Sands to look for any clues. Because of the atrocities that had happened there, no one moved into our old house. It had been looted for valuables but most of the books and papers were still there. After wiping off thick coats of dust, I gathered the most useful materials together and headed towards New Vegas. I will figure out what he was working on and why it was so damn important when I get there.
Ps: i just started a fresh story. Thought it would be nicer. Didn't like my last one too much.
OOC
IGN: Shadowxfall
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have been a part of four serious rp servers, most of which I was either a moderator or some kind of faction leader. I especially like to look for well run rp servers with good admins/mods
Why Us: I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and have been looking all day for a new rp server so this caught my eye for its uniqueness
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays from 3 to about 6 and possibly time after that. Also every weekend
IC
Name: James Booker
Gender: Male
Age:26
RP Example:As I fell to the ground with the boot on my head, I realised this was not a good idea from the start. I have been a mercenary for most of my life, raised up in a cold hearted killing community. Even though I have been known as the Silent Knife, I now lie here with a power armored foot crushing my face into the mud after a failed job. I do not know where I will be from here, but it could easily be hell'a better than that damned Merc. Camp.
BOS JAILER:"State your name and profession"
JAMES: "Look man, I dont want any trouble, just let me go free and everyone stays happy."
BOS JAILER:"You forfeited your freedom when you jumped at the recruit with a machete!"
JAMES:"And he would be bleeding in the wastes if your buddy on that mountain sniped my knife"
BOS JAILER:"Speaking of which, you never did state your profession..."
*James quickly jolts upwards and knocks over the table the jailer is at, disorienting him. James tightly grips the jailer's throat.*
JAMES:"Now again. Give me those nice shiny keys and you won't be like your friend if I hadn't finished the job."
*The jailer reluctantly hands him the keys and James stays at the door*
JAMES:"I thought you would see things my way if your life is on the line"
*James turns around to come face to face with a power-armored helmet. The last he could remember was seeing stars and colors and feeling a tremendous amount of force against his face*
Backstory:
James was only a boy when a pack of raiders swarmed his families house out in the Wasteland. They were a simple family, living as Brahmin ranchers and never hurting anyone. Even so, the raiders attacked viciously killing his parents and leaving only him to hide under a dead Brahmin. Eventually after days of idly wandering, looking for a home he came across a heavily armed group of men that had guns pointed at a man with tattered clothes. James silently watched as the hot lead came from the rifles and into the poor man's flesh. Even after all that, one of the men turned and looked at him and then, James knew what he wanted to do for his life. Life in the camp was hard and pay was extremely minimum. The work and sweat of the job eventually made James come to hate the place. Either way, he was in a group with guns and food, and it sure was a hell of a lot better to be in that camp than in the wasteland. Without the mercenaries he would be inside a coyote's stomach by now.
He got a job to assassinate a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. He always respected the group so he was deeply conflicted about his contract. Either way,the mercenary code is to feel no sympathy towards the target, just carry out the mission. As he crept through a rocky outcropping he could see the target. He couldn't believe his eyes. The "target" was not even close to what he expected. The recruit was not even in the Brotherhood's trademark power armor, and seemed to be out collecting food for the other members. He put that in the back of his mind, no matter how hard that was, and continued sneaking behind the recruit. As the recruit bent down to collect a strange looking plant, James took his chance. He leapt at the recruit with his machete rising outwards toward the sun. He felt something was wrong from how easy the mission was going from the start. He felt his machete fly from his hand and heard a loud bang. He looked up above him and saw that just above the outcropping he was currently at, a Brotherhood sniper stood with his rifle still smoking from the shot. He was forcibly shoved down, face first in the hot Mojave dirt, and just then he realized. His life really sucked.
OOC
IGN: Ace__Spades
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: Played on several RP servers in MC. Also RPed in GTA and WoW
Why Us: I am looking for a more fun, rewarding RP experience. This server has some huge potential as I loved the Fallout series and there are many possibilities here for longer adventure compared to other servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours per day
IC
Name: Jason Cade
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
Me: *lays down a King on a 4 of clubs* Ha! I guess I win again! Caravan just comes second nature I guess.
Ronald Anoir: *lowers hand of cards and places them on the splintered shipping crate* I see... Tell me again where you learned this game lad?
Me: Mr. Anoir, I cant be giving away all of my secrets now can I? *smirks*
Ronald: I dont know if its secrets you have or Lady Luck but I cant see how you always win at this damned card game! *Hands over 200 caps*
Me: Thank you sir! *Glances out the window of the gas station* It seems to be getting dark friend, I better be heading out before Raiders get frisky. No sense in shedding blood after a nice card game is there?
Ronald: Nope, I guess not! We will see you again soon pal. Watch your self out there now!
Me: *Picks up rifle leaning against an old soda fountain* Will do! *Walks out into the dusk*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jason is from a long line of entrepreneurs amassing a great family wealth. His family survived the Fallout by taking refuge in the bunker his great grandfather's compound provided. His grandfather owned an extremely successful oil company, and taught Jason's father the meaning of being a warrior, hard work and reward. These same principles were passed down to Jason through his father like his father before him. Jason grew up in the city of the wastes. He never knew much of poverty or loneliness. However, things were growing darker outside the city. Though the NCR was keeping many safe, it seemed they were losing ground. Too many enemies were pushing closer to home. Too close for comfort in Jason's mind.
So, Jason decided he would do something about the darkness in the wastes. He was well taught in business, and he knew he would be fine on his own in terms of finances. He knew how to scrounge up some caps when necessary and was also quite good at the popular card game Caravan. That aught to help his moneymaking chances a bit. He was even accustomed to weaponry as his father was a sharpshooter for the NCR for a good while during a call to arms against the Independence militia. He is better with a rifle than anything else. He is well studied on the wasteland, so survival should not be too difficult but of course this is his first venture alone. Jason was undertaking a mission that could change his family's name forever. Not only will they be known for their fortune, but now a new path will be carved. This was Jason's time. He said goodbye to his father and mother and set off into the wastes towards Camp McCarran, in search of a place in history...
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Here is my post if you could whitelist me that would be great! Thank you sir!
IGN: firexxattxx
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I have ropleplayed in GMOD before. I only roleplayed once in a friend's MC server. This will be the first time I will roleplay in a "public server"
Why Us: Fallout has a great storyline. I played fallout 3 a bit, and fallout new vegas. I learned alot about Fallout on their wiki, so I'm excited to roleplay with people in minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours I can play on my PC.
IC
Name: Alex Parker
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: He is about 5"11, a bit buff, shaved clean, and black hair.
Fears: Bugs, spiders, and mothership zeta rumors/stories
Personality: Alex is a typical brave soldier. he has a great sense of humor, when he gets bored he likes to make jokes with anyone around him. But in combat he gets serious.
Occupation: Soldier, Former Farmer
Skills: Rifles and Small Arms
Nickname (Optional): Team Player
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Alex: How the hell in the world did you get a power armor?!
Greg: Hehe, my cousin who works for Enclave raided top secret BoS Military base and stole its power armor and gift me it for my birthday. Anyways, hows your uncle? Is he doing okay?
Alex: He's doing okay, he's probably just going to lay down in bed because he's quite tired from all those work in the farm. Later on I'm going to Frank's Target Practice and pick up a .44 magnum to try it out.
Alex: I want to try out that power armor you got, I wanna see how sexy I will look eh?
**Puts on Power Armor**
Alex: How does it look on me? Make me look fat?
Greg: Nope, you look fine.
Alex: Hehe, thanks, I thought you were going to say yes. That means I don't have to lose any weight.
Greg: Enough with the jokes man. Take it off, I don't want you to scratch my beautiful suit.
**Takes off Power Armor**
Alex: I gotta get back to the farm. I need to check on those corns. Yesterday it looks like it grew 4 inches.
Greg: That's what she said.
Alex: Oh shut up.. I'll make more money than you will ever make.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Alex Parker was raised by his parents in Megaton. He was the oldest brother in the family, living with his mom, dad, and younger brother. His dad was a great friend to the mayor of Megaton, Lucas Simms. His dad took many quests from him and finally had enough money to leave Megaton and apply a job. After Alex's dad left for 4 years, he finally came back as a Vault-Tec Engineer. He was accepted into Vault 101 and moved his family in. When Alex was 16, he worked in Vault 101 as a Radroach killer. He was also trained to use rifles and small arms by Kyle Moorson, a former Enclave Soldier and Trainer. When his dad died from kidney cancer, his family was kicked out of Vault 101 because his dad was no longer in service, and moved with his uncle. His uncle was a wealthy farmer, and teached Alex and his younger brother, Robbie, how to farm. He had plenty of food, and was very healthy. Alex usually goes to Frank's Target Practice to remember the techniques he learned from Kyle. Alex's best friend, Greg, was offered to go to Enclave's Recruitment Center as an Enclave Soldier, and asked Alex and Robbie to become one. They accepted, and went off. They were recruited into Enclave's "Soldiers of the Future" department to trained. When Alex woke up, Greg was gone. He couldn't be found anywhere. He then left the facility to find Greg. Few weeks later, Alex found Greg's dead body at an abandoned town. When he realizes the truth, he went back to the Enclave Department for further training.
IGN: Attacker85 [Already Whitelisted, making new character for enclave]
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played mostly ALL major RPG games, i've played Fallout 3, Fallout NV, Oblivion, and much more
Why Us: Fallout of course, best game of all time + since im on this server its AMAZING
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-6 hours a day
IC
Name: Phillip Jackson
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Not too attractive, wears his jacket all the time, and ripped up jeans...
Fears: Bugs, Raiders, and Ghouls
Personality: Nice mostly and Mean when needed too
Occupation: Caravan Trader, but soon to join the Enclave army
Skills: Warfare, Agility, and Combat
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Phillip sees a wastelander walking by
[Phillip] How ya' doin' wastelander? I got some deals for you!
[Wastelander] Back off, not in the mood
[Joey] Well with these cheap prices going here, your frown would be upside down!
[Wastelander] I SAID BACK OFF! TALK TO ME ONE MORE TIME AND YOULL GET IT!
[Phillip] Well just....
*Wastelander pulls out blade, and stabs Phillip and runs.
[Phillip] Ugh... Ugh...
*While holding his wound, he falls down and collapses.
[Joey] Get him! Ciera pick Phillip up he needs help!
*Noises of gunshots and from a distance a guy falling down
[Ciera] Hes bleeding to fast, pass me a bandage and a stimpack!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
While being helped by my fellow traders, they bring me to my home.... Megaton. I've been living here for the past 10 years, with my family. My mom and little brother. My father died when I was 8, and was killed by some Raiders. My mom has been depressed since. I've been all these years happy as I could, but inside me, I feel sad, angry, depressed. My little brother wasn't born yet, he's actually my step brother. My mom had kids with my step father who left us. I think about moving over there by New Vegas. I heard over there was amazing and plus my cousin lives over there. I told my mother about joining the Enclave, because there is always news about them everywhere. My mother is thinking about it, but I have to go now. I left all my belongings to my brother and I left. I met up with some caravan traders that were headed to New Vegas. I only brought what was needed. I told them what I did and what I was going there for. I have experienced fighting and I was at shooting ranges most of the time. One time I was traveling and I fought a pack of Raiders. Damn were they scared. As I traveled there we stumbled upon some Ghouls. As I wonder why would Ghouls be traveling around in the road. I am truly terrified of them, I don't know why but since I was little I have heard stories of them. The ghouls were lost and just wanted food and water. They got there stuff for a few caps and left, thank god. After days and days of traveling, finally these traders left me be, because in the distance there it was.... New Vegas! The traders told me you need a passport or a bunch of caps. I had none... I just say I wanted to visit there but then I asked wheres Rimrock? I think thats what's called, but I need to apply for the Enclave army. They told me about a little over 64 miles away. One trader told me, to be careful. So I left to my journey. About 2 days later, I arrive...
ENCLAVE:
In-game-name: Attacker85
In-Character name: Phillip Jackson
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Warfare, Combat, and Agility
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave, i've heard stories about them, and i've had some family from my fathers side tell me about them. They seem loyal and like a good faction.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soilder: Pvt.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes, I am not a betrayer and will never ever be.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: I agree with all my heart.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: mc roleplay servers
Why Us: I absolutely love all Fallout games
Time You Can Dedicate: after school and weekends
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The glass slipped out of my suddenly numb fingers and shattered on the stone floor, but I didn't register it happening. I strained to see, to hear, in a room suddenly devoid of either light or sound. Nothing. Nothing but a shift of darkness within darkness, and my own heartbeat hammering in my ears.
The sensation threatened to choke me, and I sank slowly to the floor, drawing my knees up and hugging them to my chest. I shut my eyes, and amazingly the dark became more familiar. I concentrated on breathing in and out, trying to slow my racing pulse, and the pounding in my chest began slowly to subside
IC
Name: Aleksandr
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: tanish, burn and cut marks, brownhair, 5ft tal
Fears: not have control of what hes doing
Personality: loves to kill anything
Occupation: soldier , and part time builder.
Skills: Excellent at using guns,and has a knack for building structures when given enough space and time.
Nickname (Optional):
Backstory: aleksandr was born in america at age 12 he learned how to shoot a gun.
till he was 16 he learned how to take apart guns and put them back together.
around his 17 birthday the bombs droped 4 years later he found him self working for gun runners makeing guns.
unhappy he left to wounder the waste looking the the right faction to join.