OOC: Graeme Dickinson
IGN: Jhonen
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have just quit a server I played on for about 7 months because of personal reasons. I hope to reinvigorate my roleplay by veering away from medieval fantasy and into the Fallout universe. Another reason is I really like the Fallout universe so I think this would be a fun experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes… a sheep
IC:
Character Name: Jhonen Hess
Character Age: 31
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
Scenario: Jhonen has found a small shack which at first appearances was devoid of activity so he set down his things and fell into a sleep while relaxing. He awoke to a series of loud noises followed by the 3 raiders who lived there spilling in…
Jhonen: Huh what? Oh f*** what is going on?! *Jhonen stumbles from the chair he had fallen asleep in*
Raider Leader: Who do you think you are? *The Raider grabs him by his vest and throws him against the wall*
Jhonen: *gets up recovering from the rough treatment* Why what do you plan to do? Have my caps if you want, I only ask that you spare my life.
Raider 1: Boss the ******* might go an’ blab to the big guys in the city! Le’s kill ‘im!
Raider 2: Yeah! We can jus’ loot ‘is body after! And we also get a meal out of it if we kill ‘im!
Jhonen: No wait I can teach you things! Dead bodies can’t teach you know that!
Raider Leader: Oh? And what could you possibly teach us. We know how to hunt and shoot nothing else matters out here.
Jhonen: I could teach you to dress a wound! Or even help maintain your smaller guns! Please just let me live and no one will know you stay here.
Raider Leader: Fine but if you turn out to be useless… *he makes a crude motion with his thumb running along his neck*
Jhonen: I understand… sir… Now let’s begin with what you will need.
END
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Jhonen was born in Klamath to a struggling caravan owner and an NCR servicewoman. He grew up with his mother teaching him small arms and maintenance and his father taught him how to survive and basic doctoral skills. When he was 8 his mother was shipped off to the New California Republic in order to prepare for war against the Brotherhood of Steel. Jhonen was left with his father who sold their home and began to live off the caravan and travel farther routes.
Jhonen lived much of his life constantly traveling with his father and at the age of 14 Jhonen worked for him as a courier. He enjoyed the work and he had enough common sense not to get killed so he considered himself a success. Eventually business began to pick up and his father made a decent amount of money and decided to go into retirement in New California Republic. For a few years Jhonen lived with his parents but found himself bored of sitting around in the city so he left with nothing but his skills and a drive to take him through the wastes.
He worked for many caravans but most of them either failed or he wasn’t satisfied working for them so he wandered for many years looking for his place. He saw many places along his way to San Jose in hopes of finding whatever work he could get at this point.
Side Note* If it is boring then I have succeeded, He is not supposed to be a tortured soul who evolved into a total BA. I hope you enjoy the read.
OOC: Graeme Dickinson
IGN: Jhonen
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have just quit a server I played on for about 7 months because of personal reasons. I hope to reinvigorate my roleplay by veering away from medieval fantasy and into the Fallout universe. Another reason is I really like the Fallout universe so I think this would be a fun experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes… a sheep
IC:
Character Name: Jhonen Hess
Character Age: 31
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
Scenario: Jhonen has found a small shack which at first appearances was devoid of activity so he set down his things and fell into a sleep while relaxing. He awoke to a series of loud noises followed by the 3 raiders who lived there spilling in…
Jhonen: Huh what? Oh f*** what is going on?! *Jhonen stumbles from the chair he had fallen asleep in*
Raider Leader: Who do you think you are? *The Raider grabs him by his vest and throws him against the wall*
Jhonen: *gets up recovering from the rough treatment* Why what do you plan to do? Have my caps if you want, I only ask that you spare my life.
Raider 1: Boss the ******* might go an’ blab to the big guys in the city! Le’s kill ‘im!
Raider 2: Yeah! We can jus’ loot ‘is body after! And we also get a meal out of it if we kill ‘im!
Jhonen: No wait I can teach you things! Dead bodies can’t teach you know that!
Raider Leader: Oh? And what could you possibly teach us. We know how to hunt and shoot nothing else matters out here.
Jhonen: I could teach you to dress a wound! Or even help maintain your smaller guns! Please just let me live and no one will know you stay here.
Raider Leader: Fine but if you turn out to be useless… *he makes a crude motion with his thumb running along his neck*
Jhonen: I understand… sir… Now let’s begin with what you will need.
END
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Jhonen was born in Klamath to a struggling caravan owner and an NCR servicewoman. He grew up with his mother teaching him small arms and maintenance and his father taught him how to survive and basic doctoral skills. When he was 8 his mother was shipped off to the New California Republic in order to prepare for war against the Brotherhood of Steel. Jhonen was left with his father who sold their home and began to live off the caravan and travel farther routes.
Jhonen lived much of his life constantly traveling with his father and at the age of 14 Jhonen worked for him as a courier. He enjoyed the work and he had enough common sense not to get killed so he considered himself a success. Eventually business began to pick up and his father made a decent amount of money and decided to go into retirement in New California Republic. For a few years Jhonen lived with his parents but found himself bored of sitting around in the city so he left with nothing but his skills and a drive to take him through the wastes.
He worked for many caravans but most of them either failed or he wasn’t satisfied working for them so he wandered for many years looking for his place. He saw many places along his way to San Jose in hopes of finding whatever work he could get at this point.
Side Note* If it is boring then I have succeeded, He is not supposed to be a tortured soul who evolved into a total BA. I hope you enjoy the read.
Almost there. Flesh out the RP example a bit. You need to have vivid descriptions of the character's actions. Think of it as similar to a passage from a novel, with the dialogue in play/movie script format. I see much potential.
*SECOND ATTEMPT* OOC: IGN:irishkingkilla Age:13 Why do you want to play on this server?:i played on it before and i enjoyed my time so im back for more ! Did you read the rules? maybe IC: Character Name:Max Character age:21 RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people): As he sprinted towards the treeline, he looked back to see that the peacekeepers were hot on his trail. He entered the forest into a dark abyss, and hid in the nearest bush, the peacekeepers passed and he let out a sigh of relief, but loud enough for the peacekeepers to hear. They stopped and looked back, he knew he was in trouble. It was now or never, he had two choices, he could run to the bridge and get across, where he could hide in the marshes, or get caught. The desicion was obvious, he put all his energy into this run, he focused on nothing but the bridge, and safety. He ran around the peacekeepers as their bullets whizzed past his ears, where he could hear them like a cold breeze on a evening walk. His next decision put his life in jeopardy, he had to run across the bridge, where the peacekeepers would have a clear shot. He landed on the bridge and ran. As the sound of gunfire rattled on, he felt an absence in his lower arm, he had been shot, the next shot he felt, in the knee. They had him cornered, unable to run. So he made one final decision, as they approached, he cut the rope on the bridge sending them all to a watery grave. Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Max was a quiet child, but he had an imaginative mind, when he would go hunting for whatever he could get his hands on
he would be creative with his snares and traps, they would be time consuming, but effective.
He would usually catch the odd wild dog or rat, but he would get a couple, and a deer if he was lucky. He rarely would
go outside with a bow or gun to hunt, he thought it would be too risky, but he learned how to handle a gun so he went out
more often and caught more game.
At home he had a sick mother to feed, who spent most of her day in bed or working around the house, and a father who
works as an engineer, well at least he used to, before a welding accident took his eye. He keeps his
family fed, the fire running, the house in shape, he did all the manual work, which made him strong.
His mother fell very ill, and they needed money for the operation, so he became a caravaneer, and roamed the wastes selling everything and anything he could find on his travels. Unfortunatly, his mother died and
he has been practising his skills of barter every day since.
OOC: Graeme Dickinson
IGN: Jhonen
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have just quit a server I played on for about 7 months because of personal reasons. I hope to reinvigorate my roleplay by veering away from medieval fantasy and into the Fallout universe. Another reason is I really like the Fallout universe so I think this would be a fun experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes... a sheep
IC:
Character Name: Jhonen Hess
Character Age: 31
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
Scenario: Jhonen has found a small shack which at first appearances was devoid of activity so he set down his things and fell into a sleep while relaxing. He awoke to a series of loud noises followed by the 3 raiders who lived there spilling in…
Jhonen: Huh what? Oh f*** what is going on?! *Jhonen stumbles from the chair he had fallen asleep in*
Raider Leader: Who do you think you are? *The Raider grabs him by his vest and throws him against the wall*
Jhonen: *gets up recovering from the rough treatment* Why what do you plan to do? Have my caps if you want, I only ask that you spare my life.
Raider 1: Boss the ******* might go an’ blab to the big guys in the city! Le’s kill ‘im!
Raider 2: Yeah! We can jus’ loot ‘is body after! And we also get a meal out of it if we kill ‘im!
Jhonen: No wait I can teach you things! Dead bodies can’t teach you know that!
Raider Leader: Oh? And what could you possibly teach us. We know how to hunt and shoot nothing else matters out here.
Jhonen: I could teach you to dress a wound! Or even help maintain your smaller guns! Please just let me live and no one will know you stay here.
Raider Leader: Fine but if you turn out to be useless… *he makes a crude motion with his thumb running along his neck*
Jhonen: I understand… sir… Now let’s begin. I am just going to grab my bag Ok? *Jhonens slowly walks toward his backpack when he eyes the door still ajar*
Raider Leader: *Grabs Jhonen by the arm and pulls him away from the backpack* I never said yes, I think you can find what you need this way. *He picks up Jhonens backpack and pours its contents on the floor*
Jhonen: *He eyes his pistol clatter to the floor and then quickly eyes the leader before diving and grabbing his gun* *He aims it at the leader* I suggest you move out of the way of the door and let me leave.
Raider Leader: Huh I knew you were useless, boys shoot hi-
Jhonen: *Takes a shot at his leg before sprinting from the shack and out the door*
Raider Leader: Ah damn it! Get him and bring me his head! NOW!
Jhonen: *Jhonen runs until he feels the sting of a bullet in his calf and near doubles over from the shock* You bastards! *He turns around and fires blindly at the 2 raiders chasing him*
Raider 2: Ah **** he hit me Joe! *He clasps his shoulder in pain* Le’s go back ta Boss and tell ‘im he got away.
Jhonen: *Jhonen struggles to keep going but eventually makes it to town and collapses near the gate* H-help I’ve been shot!
Guard: *approaches the man covered in dirt and blood collapsed on the ground* Here I will help you to the doctor but don’t think this treatment will be on the house.
Jhonen: Thank you sir I understand *Jhonen remembers his items spilled on the floor of the shack and hopes information on the location of the raiders will suffice as payment*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Jhonen was born in Klamath to a struggling caravan owner and an NCR servicewoman. He grew up with his mother teaching him small arms and maintenance and his father taught him how to survive and basic doctoral skills. When he was 8 his mother was shipped off to the New California Republic in order to prepare for war against the Brotherhood of Steel. Jhonen was left with his father who sold their home and began to live off the caravan and travel farther routes.
Jhonen lived much of his life constantly traveling with his father and at the age of 14 Jhonen worked for him as a courier. He enjoyed the work and he had enough common sense not to get killed so he considered himself a success. Eventually business began to pick up and his father made a decent amount of money and decided to go into retirement in New California Republic. For a few years Jhonen lived with his parents but found himself bored of sitting around in the city so he left with nothing but his skills and a drive to take him through the wastes.
He worked for many caravans but most of them either failed or he wasn’t satisfied working for them so he wandered for many years looking for his place. He saw many places along his way to San Jose in hopes of finding whatever work he could get at this point.
OOC: Graeme Dickinson
IGN: Jhonen
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have just quit a server I played on for about 7 months because of personal reasons. I hope to reinvigorate my roleplay by veering away from medieval fantasy and into the Fallout universe. Another reason is I really like the Fallout universe so I think this would be a fun experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes... a sheep
IC:
Character Name: Jhonen Hess
Character Age: 31
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
Scenario: Jhonen has found a small shack which at first appearances was devoid of activity so he set down his things and fell into a sleep while relaxing. He awoke to a series of loud noises followed by the 3 raiders who lived there spilling in…
Jhonen: Huh what? Oh f*** what is going on?! *Jhonen stumbles from the chair he had fallen asleep in*
Raider Leader: Who do you think you are? *The Raider grabs him by his vest and throws him against the wall*
Jhonen: *gets up recovering from the rough treatment* Why what do you plan to do? Have my caps if you want, I only ask that you spare my life.
Raider 1: Boss the ******* might go an’ blab to the big guys in the city! Le’s kill ‘im!
Raider 2: Yeah! We can jus’ loot ‘is body after! And we also get a meal out of it if we kill ‘im!
Jhonen: No wait I can teach you things! Dead bodies can’t teach you know that!
Raider Leader: Oh? And what could you possibly teach us. We know how to hunt and shoot nothing else matters out here.
Jhonen: I could teach you to dress a wound! Or even help maintain your smaller guns! Please just let me live and no one will know you stay here.
Raider Leader: Fine but if you turn out to be useless… *he makes a crude motion with his thumb running along his neck*
Jhonen: I understand… sir… Now let’s begin. I am just going to grab my bag Ok? *Jhonens slowly walks toward his backpack when he eyes the door still ajar*
Raider Leader: *Grabs Jhonen by the arm and pulls him away from the backpack* I never said yes, I think you can find what you need this way. *He picks up Jhonens backpack and pours its contents on the floor*
Jhonen: *He eyes his pistol clatter to the floor and then quickly eyes the leader before diving and grabbing his gun* *He aims it at the leader* I suggest you move out of the way of the door and let me leave.
Raider Leader: Huh I knew you were useless, boys shoot hi-
Jhonen: *Takes a shot at his leg before sprinting from the shack and out the door*
Raider Leader: Ah damn it! Get him and bring me his head! NOW!
Jhonen: *Jhonen runs until he feels the sting of a bullet in his calf and near doubles over from the shock* You bastards! *He turns around and fires blindly at the 2 raiders chasing him*
Raider 2: Ah **** he hit me Joe! *He clasps his shoulder in pain* Le’s go back ta Boss and tell ‘im he got away.
Jhonen: *Jhonen struggles to keep going but eventually makes it to town and collapses near the gate* H-help I’ve been shot!
Guard: *approaches the man covered in dirt and blood collapsed on the ground* Here I will help you to the doctor but don’t think this treatment will be on the house.
Jhonen: Thank you sir I understand *Jhonen remembers his items spilled on the floor of the shack and hopes information on the location of the raiders will suffice as payment*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Jhonen was born in Klamath to a struggling caravan owner and an NCR servicewoman. He grew up with his mother teaching him small arms and maintenance and his father taught him how to survive and basic doctoral skills. When he was 8 his mother was shipped off to the New California Republic in order to prepare for war against the Brotherhood of Steel. Jhonen was left with his father who sold their home and began to live off the caravan and travel farther routes.
Jhonen lived much of his life constantly traveling with his father and at the age of 14 Jhonen worked for him as a courier. He enjoyed the work and he had enough common sense not to get killed so he considered himself a success. Eventually business began to pick up and his father made a decent amount of money and decided to go into retirement in New California Republic. For a few years Jhonen lived with his parents but found himself bored of sitting around in the city so he left with nothing but his skills and a drive to take him through the wastes.
He worked for many caravans but most of them either failed or he wasn’t satisfied working for them so he wandered for many years looking for his place. He saw many places along his way to San Jose in hopes of finding whatever work he could get at this point.
RP example:
"Hey Davey, this kid calls himself shithead!"
"No way." "Shithead. My name is shithead. My parents call me shithead. I am shithead."
"No kidding, it's on his little jacket and everything! Hey kid, it looks like you've been wearing that thing since since you was 10." "I have. my father beat me when i took it off."
"Hey Jimbo, this kids givin' me eyes. Let's scoot." "I should be getting home as well."
Shithead realigned Davey's head as he walked back down the alley to the cardboard box that constituted for a home.
Bio:
Shithead doesn't have a name. Not a proper one, at least. His mother, Haley, and his father, Ringo were too busy Jetting to give him one. Jet is bad. They called him Shithead, so I guess that's his name. Shithead had a scarring childhood. All the other kids ran away giggling, the insults they hurled over their shoulders cutting through him like his fathers knife. Home was bad. Home was bad, bad, bad, bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad. Bad. Home was where the Jet was, where his father was, where the screaming, and the yelling, hitting, cutting and crying were. Home was where his father hit him. Home was where his father beat him, and cut him, and locked him under the stairs for days on end. Jet was bad. home was bad. But the alley, the alley was good. The alley was his safe place. The alley was his special place. The alley was a nice place, a quiet place. There was no Jet, no screaming, no yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. His father couldn't beat him in the alley. His mother couldn't throw him in the alley. His brother, Aron, couldn't put him in the dishwasher in the alley. His sister, Janet, couldn't put a fur coat on him and make him kiss one of the neighborhood strays while her and her friends watched. And laughed. God, the laughing. The laughing, cutting in to him like a knife. Like his father's knife. The alley was safe, the alley was good. Shithead liked the alley. The alley was his. Until them. Them, they smelt of it. they smelt of screaming, they smelt of yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. They smelt of Jet. Jet was bad. Alley was good. Bad is not good. Jet was not alley. Jet should not be in the alley. But it was. They had it. He saw them. They had the screaming, they had the yelling, the hitting and cutting and crying and the stairs, oh god the stairs. Shithead had to do something about it. One day, he killed them. He killed the Jet. He killed the screaming, he killed the yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. Haley Ringo Aron Janet. He put their heads in a dumpster. Davey Jimbo. He put their heads in the alley. He talked to them. He didn't say anything, because then he would would feel the hitting and cutting. He talked to them all through is childhood, and in to his adult years. He never took the jacket off, because then he would feel the screaming, he would feel the yelling and the crying. And the stairs, oh god the stairs. But the alley, the alley was safe. The alley was good. Jet was bad.
I'm sorry. I just couldn't say "Jet was bad" that many times without posting this.
I Agree With This Statement.
IGN: Jhonen
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have just quit a server I played on for about 7 months because of personal reasons. I hope to reinvigorate my roleplay by veering away from medieval fantasy and into the Fallout universe. Another reason is I really like the Fallout universe so I think this would be a fun experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes… a sheep
IC:
Character Name: Jhonen Hess
Character Age: 31
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
Scenario: Jhonen has found a small shack which at first appearances was devoid of activity so he set down his things and fell into a sleep while relaxing. He awoke to a series of loud noises followed by the 3 raiders who lived there spilling in…
Jhonen: Huh what? Oh f*** what is going on?! *Jhonen stumbles from the chair he had fallen asleep in*
Raider Leader: Who do you think you are? *The Raider grabs him by his vest and throws him against the wall*
Jhonen: *gets up recovering from the rough treatment* Why what do you plan to do? Have my caps if you want, I only ask that you spare my life.
Raider 1: Boss the ******* might go an’ blab to the big guys in the city! Le’s kill ‘im!
Raider 2: Yeah! We can jus’ loot ‘is body after! And we also get a meal out of it if we kill ‘im!
Jhonen: No wait I can teach you things! Dead bodies can’t teach you know that!
Raider Leader: Oh? And what could you possibly teach us. We know how to hunt and shoot nothing else matters out here.
Jhonen: I could teach you to dress a wound! Or even help maintain your smaller guns! Please just let me live and no one will know you stay here.
Raider Leader: Fine but if you turn out to be useless… *he makes a crude motion with his thumb running along his neck*
Jhonen: I understand… sir… Now let’s begin with what you will need.
END
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Jhonen was born in Klamath to a struggling caravan owner and an NCR servicewoman. He grew up with his mother teaching him small arms and maintenance and his father taught him how to survive and basic doctoral skills. When he was 8 his mother was shipped off to the New California Republic in order to prepare for war against the Brotherhood of Steel. Jhonen was left with his father who sold their home and began to live off the caravan and travel farther routes.
Jhonen lived much of his life constantly traveling with his father and at the age of 14 Jhonen worked for him as a courier. He enjoyed the work and he had enough common sense not to get killed so he considered himself a success. Eventually business began to pick up and his father made a decent amount of money and decided to go into retirement in New California Republic. For a few years Jhonen lived with his parents but found himself bored of sitting around in the city so he left with nothing but his skills and a drive to take him through the wastes.
He worked for many caravans but most of them either failed or he wasn’t satisfied working for them so he wandered for many years looking for his place. He saw many places along his way to San Jose in hopes of finding whatever work he could get at this point.
Side Note* If it is boring then I have succeeded, He is not supposed to be a tortured soul who evolved into a total BA. I hope you enjoy the read.
Almost there. Flesh out the RP example a bit. You need to have vivid descriptions of the character's actions. Think of it as similar to a passage from a novel, with the dialogue in play/movie script format. I see much potential.
Accepted
reread rules.
accepted.
That 4 eyed sheep is somewhat suspicious...
Jetting up on a spaceship on the San fran bridge. I think Kareem Abdul-Jabbark is planning an intervention...
If enclave base haven't been completely build yet heres an idea
replicate the navarro gas station and station "Chris" there to turn away any undesirables and to receive recruits
IGN: Jhonen
Age: 16
Why do you want to play on this server?: I have just quit a server I played on for about 7 months because of personal reasons. I hope to reinvigorate my roleplay by veering away from medieval fantasy and into the Fallout universe. Another reason is I really like the Fallout universe so I think this would be a fun experience.
Did you read the rules? Yes... a sheep
IC:
Character Name: Jhonen Hess
Character Age: 31
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
Scenario: Jhonen has found a small shack which at first appearances was devoid of activity so he set down his things and fell into a sleep while relaxing. He awoke to a series of loud noises followed by the 3 raiders who lived there spilling in…
Jhonen: Huh what? Oh f*** what is going on?! *Jhonen stumbles from the chair he had fallen asleep in*
Raider Leader: Who do you think you are? *The Raider grabs him by his vest and throws him against the wall*
Jhonen: *gets up recovering from the rough treatment* Why what do you plan to do? Have my caps if you want, I only ask that you spare my life.
Raider 1: Boss the ******* might go an’ blab to the big guys in the city! Le’s kill ‘im!
Raider 2: Yeah! We can jus’ loot ‘is body after! And we also get a meal out of it if we kill ‘im!
Jhonen: No wait I can teach you things! Dead bodies can’t teach you know that!
Raider Leader: Oh? And what could you possibly teach us. We know how to hunt and shoot nothing else matters out here.
Jhonen: I could teach you to dress a wound! Or even help maintain your smaller guns! Please just let me live and no one will know you stay here.
Raider Leader: Fine but if you turn out to be useless… *he makes a crude motion with his thumb running along his neck*
Jhonen: I understand… sir… Now let’s begin. I am just going to grab my bag Ok? *Jhonens slowly walks toward his backpack when he eyes the door still ajar*
Raider Leader: *Grabs Jhonen by the arm and pulls him away from the backpack* I never said yes, I think you can find what you need this way. *He picks up Jhonens backpack and pours its contents on the floor*
Jhonen: *He eyes his pistol clatter to the floor and then quickly eyes the leader before diving and grabbing his gun* *He aims it at the leader* I suggest you move out of the way of the door and let me leave.
Raider Leader: Huh I knew you were useless, boys shoot hi-
Jhonen: *Takes a shot at his leg before sprinting from the shack and out the door*
Raider Leader: Ah damn it! Get him and bring me his head! NOW!
Jhonen: *Jhonen runs until he feels the sting of a bullet in his calf and near doubles over from the shock* You bastards! *He turns around and fires blindly at the 2 raiders chasing him*
Raider 2: Ah **** he hit me Joe! *He clasps his shoulder in pain* Le’s go back ta Boss and tell ‘im he got away.
Jhonen: *Jhonen struggles to keep going but eventually makes it to town and collapses near the gate* H-help I’ve been shot!
Guard: *approaches the man covered in dirt and blood collapsed on the ground* Here I will help you to the doctor but don’t think this treatment will be on the house.
Jhonen: Thank you sir I understand *Jhonen remembers his items spilled on the floor of the shack and hopes information on the location of the raiders will suffice as payment*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):
Jhonen was born in Klamath to a struggling caravan owner and an NCR servicewoman. He grew up with his mother teaching him small arms and maintenance and his father taught him how to survive and basic doctoral skills. When he was 8 his mother was shipped off to the New California Republic in order to prepare for war against the Brotherhood of Steel. Jhonen was left with his father who sold their home and began to live off the caravan and travel farther routes.
Jhonen lived much of his life constantly traveling with his father and at the age of 14 Jhonen worked for him as a courier. He enjoyed the work and he had enough common sense not to get killed so he considered himself a success. Eventually business began to pick up and his father made a decent amount of money and decided to go into retirement in New California Republic. For a few years Jhonen lived with his parents but found himself bored of sitting around in the city so he left with nothing but his skills and a drive to take him through the wastes.
He worked for many caravans but most of them either failed or he wasn’t satisfied working for them so he wandered for many years looking for his place. He saw many places along his way to San Jose in hopes of finding whatever work he could get at this point.
EDIT: Added more to the RP example section.
Accepted
And I am not with you in these? D: I coulda had Jet with you!
One step ahead of you...
I have all Fallout music in a playlist set on replay...
...Ahem.
Blast.
I want to join BoS
Character name: Shithead Garotte
RP example:
"Hey Davey, this kid calls himself shithead!"
"No way."
"Shithead. My name is shithead. My parents call me shithead. I am shithead."
"No kidding, it's on his little jacket and everything! Hey kid, it looks like you've been wearing that thing since since you was 10."
"I have. my father beat me when i took it off."
"Hey Jimbo, this kids givin' me eyes. Let's scoot."
"I should be getting home as well."
Shithead realigned Davey's head as he walked back down the alley to the cardboard box that constituted for a home.
Bio:
Shithead doesn't have a name. Not a proper one, at least. His mother, Haley, and his father, Ringo were too busy Jetting to give him one. Jet is bad. They called him Shithead, so I guess that's his name. Shithead had a scarring childhood. All the other kids ran away giggling, the insults they hurled over their shoulders cutting through him like his fathers knife. Home was bad. Home was bad, bad, bad, bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad. Bad. Home was where the Jet was, where his father was, where the screaming, and the yelling, hitting, cutting and crying were. Home was where his father hit him. Home was where his father beat him, and cut him, and locked him under the stairs for days on end. Jet was bad. home was bad. But the alley, the alley was good. The alley was his safe place. The alley was his special place. The alley was a nice place, a quiet place. There was no Jet, no screaming, no yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. His father couldn't beat him in the alley. His mother couldn't throw him in the alley. His brother, Aron, couldn't put him in the dishwasher in the alley. His sister, Janet, couldn't put a fur coat on him and make him kiss one of the neighborhood strays while her and her friends watched. And laughed. God, the laughing. The laughing, cutting in to him like a knife. Like his father's knife. The alley was safe, the alley was good. Shithead liked the alley. The alley was his. Until them. Them, they smelt of it. they smelt of screaming, they smelt of yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. They smelt of Jet. Jet was bad. Alley was good. Bad is not good. Jet was not alley. Jet should not be in the alley. But it was. They had it. He saw them. They had the screaming, they had the yelling, the hitting and cutting and crying and the stairs, oh god the stairs. Shithead had to do something about it. One day, he killed them. He killed the Jet. He killed the screaming, he killed the yelling, hitting, cutting and crying. Haley Ringo Aron Janet. He put their heads in a dumpster. Davey Jimbo. He put their heads in the alley. He talked to them. He didn't say anything, because then he would would feel the hitting and cutting. He talked to them all through is childhood, and in to his adult years. He never took the jacket off, because then he would feel the screaming, he would feel the yelling and the crying. And the stairs, oh god the stairs. But the alley, the alley was safe. The alley was good. Jet was bad.
I guess. You'd have to accept the fact that I'm going to be communicating with /me's though.