Congratulations on being ACCEPTED, unfortunately the BETA ends today and you won't be white-listed until the main server is finished, thank you for applying.
As much as I enjoyed you app, your skin could use some work on shading and such. With the BETA coming to an end I suggest you either
A.) Get someone to work on your skins shading
B. ) Shade it yourself
Also with regards to your Charisma 1, I have no problem with your playing a character like that but it does seem a bit weird considering I doubt you would survive long barely having people skills. All of this together should be enough to get your application back on track before the main server comes online, thank you for applying.
IGN (In-game-name): lercas
Age: 16
Skype: lucas.mackay
Experience: I've helped build a handful of RP servers like Wild Wasteland (both times), Drakeheart and currently helping Benn with his server which is coming along great
Proof of builds*(i.e pictures.): http://imgur.com/a/IiZfB
Any past offenses/bans: As said in my RP app, there aren't any bans that I'm aware of or that I just forgot about them.
Anything else you'd like us to know: I'm helping make Benn's server so I'll have to make time for that one especially since it hasn't made it isn't Beta yet.
(If you don't have pictures of previous builds, we would appreciate it if you might build something in single player and upload images of that. Thanks!)
Oh sweet christ where do I begin, lets start with the backstory, the BoS in that region most likely would've been the tactics version which wouldn't have followed the DC ideology for starters. Secondly one of his weaknesses is the fact that he's an isolationist, and I don't really understand why, there's no reasoning for it in your backstory, its just kind of there. Next is your skin and it's link isn't working so fix that. Also your characters strength is one physically he wouldn't be able to handle the kick from an kind of weapon there is. In all there's minor inconsistencies in your backstory and the weaknesses as well as that S.P.E.C.I.A.L part.
Due to all of these things you have been DENIED, thank you for applying and you are welcome to revise your application.
Define Role-play: creating a character and act and/or describing their actions to create a story.
Define Powergaming: creating a powerful character and playing for the sole purpose of making it more powerful.(not sure about it)
Define Metagaming: making decisions for your character based on your knowledge, not your character's.
Previous roleplay experience: none on minecraft, but I play D&D, and am DMing a game, plus I host RP games on Warcraft 3.
Previous Falluot experience: I have Fallout 3 and New Vegas.
Have you read the rules?: Yes
IC:
Character name: Logain
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: white
Appearance: 6'4", 195lbs, A tall broad- shouldered man, he has a scar from his cheekbone to his jaw and a surgical scar on his chest from a bullet that was removed.(don't have a pic of the skin yet)
Strengths: He has a quick mind and a skill with guns(best with pistols but he is good with rifles and shotguns too
)Weaknesses: He wont stand for injustice and will lose his temper if he witnesses it, he wants revenge on the raiders who left him to die and might go against his beliefs to get it.
Special:
Strength- 5
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
Character Bio: Logain left the vault at an early age and travelled north, and joined a band of raiders. after 3 years of murder the band was taken over by a newcomer who shot Logain in the chest and left him to die. He woke up in a nearby settlement, where a resident had found him stripped of his gear and bleeding. over the next few years he bonded with the townspeople and eventually married one. a year later the raiders came back and wiped the settlement out while he was scavenging and killed his newborn son. he then headed back home with his new respect for life.
over the next few years he traveled south, helping people on his way, and hunted for the men who ruined his life twice. when he arrived at the vault he saw the outside world needed people like him more and left his home again to stop raiders and slavers from corrupting his home even more.
roleplay scenario: I hurry to the man and help him with the stimpacks and medical supplies, then I give him mentats to help him focus and ask about the raiders. I then send a message to the nearest settlement with the radio and go after the raiders. when I find the camp I would look for isolated scouts/guards and kill them for their ammo, after the isolated guards are dead I would kill the raiders a few at a time from concealed areas nearby over the next few days, killing any men who come looking for me while checking on the man every hour to make sure he gets more help.
Hey, the whitelister who checked my app and denied me because of my skin, still hasn't replied about my skin. I posted it on here and sent it to him like, weeks ago and still nothing. His name is Nemoy, can someone help me out here?
IGN: Dragonslayerelf
Age (Optional): Nope
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): dragonslayerelf
Time Zone: EST
Prior Bans and reasons: In general? Didnt count to 5 on lotc pvp
Define Role-play: Role playing is acting out a role that you yourself define, or someone else defines
Define Powergaming: Power gaming is 'I smite thou with a potato and thou dies'
making overpowered emotes
Define Metagaming: Metagaming is using out of character knowledge IC
ex: 'A 18 yr old boy with PTSD about nukes'
I HAVE A NUKE!
((u ****en meta-3r
Previous roleplay experience: LOTC server and an ET application
Previous Fallout experience: New vegas...
Have you read the rules?: Yep [insert diamond here]
Write any further questions here: How do guns work?
IC:
Character Name: Johnathan
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human, wastelander
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Unable to at the moment, I'm abroad, will add when I can
Strengths: Politeness
Weaknesses: Logic
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
Johnathan is the son of a previous couple of residents of Vault 96, born on the road he has lived a rather nomadic life, always on the road. Along the way he has grown very perceptive, spotting potential danger and then working hard to avoid it or defend himself. He isn't that strong, but is very polite on account of his family's history: they were the sort of more 'refined' vault members.
He has always been a knowledge seeker, any books of the old world were his for the reading, oftentimes he going long distances and suffering some radiation poisoning to get into old libraries. As a result he has learnt much, this knowledge can come in handy on occasion. His goal to life is to have one, and keep it. Possibly establish a homestead somewhere.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Johnathan, knowing a bit of medicine, attempts the use of the rest of the first aid kit, and also uses the stimpak to him. After the leg is bandaged up he gives the guard a squirrel on a stick to eat, assuming he lived, just talking of the state to the world with him. He'd take anything of use: the caravan shotgun, a few shells, and a bit of the merchants stuff but leaves any medical supplies available with the guard. Afterwards he says his goodbyes and continues on the road.
I have several problems wrong with this application. First, you mentioned in your character's strengths that he has a 'quick mind'. While normally this could be accepted, your character's intelligence is ten, which would certainly be much more than 'a quick mind'. Generally, we don't allow many SPECIAL stats above eight, unless the application and that character are specifically tailored around that.
Next, you mentioned he was good with guns, but offered no real explanation as to how he learned to operate them well. You'll have to add to your backstory about how he became more proficient with guns.
Speaking of your backstory, it's terrible. You mention him leaving a vault at an early age, yet offer no real context as to which vault this is, or how young he was, why he left, nothing. Next, you say he joined a group of raiders. How? Why? Again, no real answers to these questions. Then, he gets shot in the chest, and is left for dead. This sounds an awful lot like the beginning of New Vegas, with the exception of him getting shot in the chest instead of the head.
The final 'paragraph' of your backstory makes it out like he's this sort of 'white knight' character. While characters of this sort can be accepted, they generally have much more effort put into their applications and backstories. Your application is lacking in many areas, not limited to having bad grammar, a terrible backstory, and an atrocious RP example. I shouldn't have to tell you that your RP scenario would be considered massive power-gaming.
My recommendation would be to scrap the whole 'white knight' idea, and to expand your backstory and RP example. Until you fix these issues, you are...
I object that you immediately treat me as inferior do to a practical joke of which the means originated that I had lost a bar bet to during a discussion of Fallout 4 which turned to a drinking competition! How dare ye deny my applicatory fillout forum due to one's sense of humor! I object!
Hey, the whitelister who checked my app and denied me because of my skin, still hasn't replied about my skin. I posted it on here and sent it to him like, weeks ago and still nothing. His name is Nemoy, can someone help me out here?
Due to your history of previous bans on past servers, that you also failed to mention on your application, you have been permanently...
I object that you immediately treat me as inferior do to a practical joke of which the means originated that I had lost a bar bet to during a discussion of Fallout 4 which turned to a drinking competition! How dare ye deny my applicatory fillout forum due to one's sense of humor! I object!
Prior Bans and reasons: To my knowledge, I have no bans on my record that have not been resolved
Define Role-play: Roleplay is in which you create a character, or take a character off some other work of fiction, and you play as that character would.
Define Powergaming: Doing an action that the person you’re doing the action against has no way to defend themselves against, or avoid. Being super powerful.
Define Metagaming: Using OOC learned information ICly, that has not been specified as your character having knowledge of it by a higher power.
Previous roleplay experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about four years seriously, and roleplaying casually for around five or six.
Previous Fallout experience: I’ve played every fallout, besides the bad one. (( BoS, I’m looking at you. ))
Have you read the rules?: Ye’ Ye’. “There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World”.
Write any further questions here: Who shot Tupac?
IC:
Character Name: Ricky ‘Dexter’ Robberson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian ( White )
Picture: Coming soon~! Try not to count this too much against my application, the skin is underway!
Appearance Physical: Dex stands in at around 5’9, and at around 154 pounds. He’s muscular in the arms, but sports a slim tummy. All in all, his build could be determined as ‘lithe’. He has ebony black hair, and seems to have constant bags under his eyes from
Appearance Clothes: Dex will almost always be seen wearing his white tanktop, with an unbuttoned light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. One sleeve is rolled up a bit further than the other, with a elastic band tied loosely around his bicep ready to be pulled for a quick injection. He wears a grey set of slightly loose skinny-jeans, and a black set of converse shoes upon his feet. A black watch would be wrapped around his un-elastic wrapped arm.
Strengths: Dex has luck like no other person in the wastes. He’ll most likely be banned from casinos the night he joins them, and the funny thing is, he won’t even cheat! Not like he wouldn’t if he wanted too, having swift hands as well has helped him get out of several situations. Dexter is superb at disarming guns, blunt weapons, and even bladed weapons from his foes. providing he can get close enough. While not super strong, his small frame easily makes up for it with agility. Dexter uses all his knowledge of ‘Krav-Maga’ he’s stumbled upon, to use his opponent's weight against them.
Due to his drug use in the past, Dexter has become rather addicted to most forms of drugs; a ‘junkie’ if you will. Having overdosed a total of six times, Dexter’s body has also become more immune to the bad side-effects of his drug binges.
Weaknesses: Sadly, if Dex’s luck happens to run out and he can’t disarm / blindfire his way out of a combat situation, Dex is pretty screwed. Having Mediocre Strength, Average Endurance, Below Average Perception and Bad Charisma, Dexter can’ talk his way out of a wet paper bag unless bribery is included, OR brute strength his way out of combat. Dex is a competent doctor, no doubt, as he has decent medical knowledge in most fields, however in more than one case he’s overdosed the patient being as he’s so used to dosing himself.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Strength: 5
Perception: 3
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 8
Luck: 10
Character Biography: Ricky was born in September around twenty one years ago, in the mean streets of Boston. Rick was born unto the Robberson family, whom his father was Jake Robberson, and his mother was Isis Robberson, previously known as Isis Karili. Ricky was born due to a one night stand between the two, in which the protection they used failed and Rick was concepted that night. Neither of them were ready to be parents, being as Jake was in his early twenties, and Isis was seventeen, however truly only one of them had the option to back out without complications; and he sure as hell did. Jake left before Ricky was born, leaving Isis to birth, and raise him solely to the age of six.
When Ricky turned six, his mother fell rather ill. The local medic came along, and, being as education isn’t the strongest within downtown Boston, decided that his mother was fine, and it was just a common flu. To an extent, he was right. From what it looked like, it was the flu, and it passed just as fast. However, without fail, every week she came under once more. From six, Ricky had to keep the house they took over rather clean, and manage slight inventory due to his mother’s off-and-on ailments. While she was up, Isis taught Ricky as much as she could from her very low grade intelligence. Everything she taught was rather simple; how to keep the house clean properly, how to sew a tiny hole back together in clothing, and how to bandage a cut. For about two years, his mother’s sickness came off and on, until one fateful night…
She woke up fine.
A month passed, and then another month, and then another, and no elements of the old sickness passed his mother’s immune system. By the time he was ten, his mother was back to her usual self. For four years, Ricky’s life went rather unchanged besides the usual routine, and of course, puberty. However, when he turned fifteen, something drastic dove into his life, and started to build a massive wall in his progression of life. Jet. The local petty gangs and ‘raider’ groups pulled Ricky into the life of drugs with the gateway of Jet, selling it at wicked cheap. A year passed at rapid time, the drugs passing through his mind and warping his perception of time. The following years of his life were a blur of work, drugs, overdoses, robberies, and… learning? Within two months of when the drug addiction drove Ricky’s body, he’d start to experiment with more sophisticated drugs, and trying out new combinations of drugs. The small gangs would eventually begin to bring him medical grade books that they stole, allowing him to figure out how he could get them better hooked on. Soon, Ricky became the known ‘medic’ for the rest of his ‘marauder’ career.
When Ricky was around 17, he was kicked out of his home by his mother for yet another overdose. From there on, Ricky disowned his mother and donned the name Dexter, as he moved with the first gang that took him in. He traveled with them for the next year, and then went solo to travel throughout the wastes, following the road wherever it may take him.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Ah… A raided caravan. This site has been seen before, many times actually, and yet every single time is different in it’s own horrifying way. He’d draw his Glock 40, a 10MM Pistol, and he’d quickly rack the slide, ejecting an empty shell from before. His converse would click against the asphalt as he’d move up to the caravan with a cautious pace, perhaps there’d be loot? Indeed there was, however with this loot there’d be also a stunning scene. There’d also be a man, his leg tore off from the knee down with a rapid rip. He’d be crying, crying and yelling in pain, an over-under shotgun resting near his lap. Dex would look to the man, and the man would quickly reach for the shotgun. Dex would place his hands up.
“Oi, Oi! Chill mate…” He’d say, and carefully back away, looking around the site. The man would raise the shotgun up to him with one hand, one very shaky hand, tears of pain rolling down his red face.
Dexter would back away slowly, his hands still up. Shortly after the shotgun would raise, the man would lose his strength in his arm, and the shotgun would drop.
Dex would rush up to the man, and sheath the Glock, gripping the man with both his hands as he’d lower him to the ground gently, resting the man within his lap. Dex would look up from the man, to the sky, and notice that the weather didn’t have much time left until the semi-acidic rain would begin to pelt down. He’d huff, and cradle the man in his hand as he’d dig into his pack. Within the medkit would be a shot of morphine, and scattered around the pack would be the mentats and the stimpack.
His leg would be… beyond repair, in every shape of the word. Dex would do the only thing he could do, and what he could do was what he was very experienced in. He’d take out the morphine, and begin to inject about half the shot into the man. His crying would stop, as Dex would sit against the caravan, pulling the man up next to him to ‘sit’ next to him. From there, Dex would inject himself with the rest of the morphine, and take out the set of mentats. Only a few pills would be within each set of Mentats, however this would be enough. He’d take out the set of dirty water, as he’d give the man the two packs of mentats, giving him the pills as well as the water.
From then, he’d wait, taking out his squirrel on the stick as he’d allow the man his final meal, resting the meat upon his lap. The man would struggle, and from there Dex would help the man eat, the guard being severely drugged up. After the meal, and the water, he’d slowly slip into a blackness, and his eyes would close. Dexter would stay with the overdosed and dying man for a few moments, as he’d then stand and begin to walk across the caravan raid site. He’d quickly scavenge what he could carry, as he’d begin to briskly walk away from the site.
So, because of two year old bans that I thought I didn't need to list I'm banned permanently?
Honestly, I thought the ban list was about bans from this server, or this server's previous version. Not bans like, for every server. If I had known that, I would have listed. I haven't even been on the minecraft scene in over a year.
What's also silly, is the fact that I wasn't told about this, so I had to wait a good week or longer to even find out.
That's kinda silly.
How am I embarrassing myself?
It's been two whole years since I've played a single minecraft RP server.
Just because of a couple bans from servers two years ago I can't play a server now? Is there no chance, nothing? No "Hey, maybe since it's been so long he won't be such a bad player anymore"?
Congratulations on being ACCEPTED, unfortunately the BETA ends today and you won't be white-listed until the main server is finished, thank you for applying.
As much as I enjoyed you app, your skin could use some work on shading and such. With the BETA coming to an end I suggest you either
A.) Get someone to work on your skins shading
B. ) Shade it yourself
Also with regards to your Charisma 1, I have no problem with your playing a character like that but it does seem a bit weird considering I doubt you would survive long barely having people skills. All of this together should be enough to get your application back on track before the main server comes online, thank you for applying.
Age: 16
Skype: lucas.mackay
Experience: I've helped build a handful of RP servers like Wild Wasteland (both times), Drakeheart and currently helping Benn with his server which is coming along great
Proof of builds*(i.e pictures.): http://imgur.com/a/IiZfB
Any past offenses/bans: As said in my RP app, there aren't any bans that I'm aware of or that I just forgot about them.
Anything else you'd like us to know: I'm helping make Benn's server so I'll have to make time for that one especially since it hasn't made it isn't Beta yet.
(If you don't have pictures of previous builds, we would appreciate it if you might build something in single player and upload images of that. Thanks!)
There was a two paragraph bio but it merged and I cannot fix it.
Oh sweet christ where do I begin, lets start with the backstory, the BoS in that region most likely would've been the tactics version which wouldn't have followed the DC ideology for starters. Secondly one of his weaknesses is the fact that he's an isolationist, and I don't really understand why, there's no reasoning for it in your backstory, its just kind of there. Next is your skin and it's link isn't working so fix that. Also your characters strength is one physically he wouldn't be able to handle the kick from an kind of weapon there is. In all there's minor inconsistencies in your backstory and the weaknesses as well as that S.P.E.C.I.A.L part.
Due to all of these things you have been DENIED, thank you for applying and you are welcome to revise your application.
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OOC:
IGN: MetalGod666
Age: 15
Time Zone: East Coast
Prior Bans and Reasons: none
Define Role-play: creating a character and act and/or describing their actions to create a story.
Define Powergaming: creating a powerful character and playing for the sole purpose of making it more powerful.(not sure about it)
Define Metagaming: making decisions for your character based on your knowledge, not your character's.
Previous roleplay experience: none on minecraft, but I play D&D, and am DMing a game, plus I host RP games on Warcraft 3.
Previous Falluot experience: I have Fallout 3 and New Vegas.
Have you read the rules?: Yes
IC:
Character name: Logain
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: white
Appearance: 6'4", 195lbs, A tall broad- shouldered man, he has a scar from his cheekbone to his jaw and a surgical scar on his chest from a bullet that was removed.(don't have a pic of the skin yet)
Strengths: He has a quick mind and a skill with guns(best with pistols but he is good with rifles and shotguns too
)Weaknesses: He wont stand for injustice and will lose his temper if he witnesses it, he wants revenge on the raiders who left him to die and might go against his beliefs to get it.
Special:
Strength- 5
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
Character Bio: Logain left the vault at an early age and travelled north, and joined a band of raiders. after 3 years of murder the band was taken over by a newcomer who shot Logain in the chest and left him to die. He woke up in a nearby settlement, where a resident had found him stripped of his gear and bleeding. over the next few years he bonded with the townspeople and eventually married one. a year later the raiders came back and wiped the settlement out while he was scavenging and killed his newborn son. he then headed back home with his new respect for life.
over the next few years he traveled south, helping people on his way, and hunted for the men who ruined his life twice. when he arrived at the vault he saw the outside world needed people like him more and left his home again to stop raiders and slavers from corrupting his home even more.
roleplay scenario: I hurry to the man and help him with the stimpacks and medical supplies, then I give him mentats to help him focus and ask about the raiders. I then send a message to the nearest settlement with the radio and go after the raiders. when I find the camp I would look for isolated scouts/guards and kill them for their ammo, after the isolated guards are dead I would kill the raiders a few at a time from concealed areas nearby over the next few days, killing any men who come looking for me while checking on the man every hour to make sure he gets more help.
There is no escaping the shadow of the old world
Hey, the whitelister who checked my app and denied me because of my skin, still hasn't replied about my skin. I posted it on here and sent it to him like, weeks ago and still nothing. His name is Nemoy, can someone help me out here?
NO-TROLL-TRY
OOC:
IGN: Dragonslayerelf
Age (Optional): Nope
Skype name (Optional for the group chat/faction chats): dragonslayerelf
Time Zone: EST
Prior Bans and reasons: In general? Didnt count to 5 on lotc pvp
Define Role-play: Role playing is acting out a role that you yourself define, or someone else defines
Define Powergaming: Power gaming is 'I smite thou with a potato and thou dies'
making overpowered emotes
Define Metagaming: Metagaming is using out of character knowledge IC
ex: 'A 18 yr old boy with PTSD about nukes'
I HAVE A NUKE!
((u ****en meta-3r
Previous roleplay experience: LOTC server and an ET application
Previous Fallout experience: New vegas...
Have you read the rules?: Yep [insert diamond here]
Write any further questions here: How do guns work?
IC:
Character Name: Johnathan
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human, wastelander
Appearance (Please include an in-game screenshot of your skin): Unable to at the moment, I'm abroad, will add when I can
Strengths: Politeness
Weaknesses: Logic
S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (Like in the games, you have 40 points to allocate. You must have at least one point in each, and cannot have more than ten.):
Strength: 5
Perception: 8
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 5
Luck: 4
Character Biography (Please include at least two quality paragraphs):
Johnathan is the son of a previous couple of residents of Vault 96, born on the road he has lived a rather nomadic life, always on the road. Along the way he has grown very perceptive, spotting potential danger and then working hard to avoid it or defend himself. He isn't that strong, but is very polite on account of his family's history: they were the sort of more 'refined' vault members.
He has always been a knowledge seeker, any books of the old world were his for the reading, oftentimes he going long distances and suffering some radiation poisoning to get into old libraries. As a result he has learnt much, this knowledge can come in handy on occasion. His goal to life is to have one, and keep it. Possibly establish a homestead somewhere.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Johnathan, knowing a bit of medicine, attempts the use of the rest of the first aid kit, and also uses the stimpak to him. After the leg is bandaged up he gives the guard a squirrel on a stick to eat, assuming he lived, just talking of the state to the world with him. He'd take anything of use: the caravan shotgun, a few shells, and a bit of the merchants stuff but leaves any medical supplies available with the guard. Afterwards he says his goodbyes and continues on the road.
I have several problems wrong with this application. First, you mentioned in your character's strengths that he has a 'quick mind'. While normally this could be accepted, your character's intelligence is ten, which would certainly be much more than 'a quick mind'. Generally, we don't allow many SPECIAL stats above eight, unless the application and that character are specifically tailored around that.
Next, you mentioned he was good with guns, but offered no real explanation as to how he learned to operate them well. You'll have to add to your backstory about how he became more proficient with guns.
Speaking of your backstory, it's terrible. You mention him leaving a vault at an early age, yet offer no real context as to which vault this is, or how young he was, why he left, nothing. Next, you say he joined a group of raiders. How? Why? Again, no real answers to these questions. Then, he gets shot in the chest, and is left for dead. This sounds an awful lot like the beginning of New Vegas, with the exception of him getting shot in the chest instead of the head.
The final 'paragraph' of your backstory makes it out like he's this sort of 'white knight' character. While characters of this sort can be accepted, they generally have much more effort put into their applications and backstories. Your application is lacking in many areas, not limited to having bad grammar, a terrible backstory, and an atrocious RP example. I shouldn't have to tell you that your RP scenario would be considered massive power-gaming.
My recommendation would be to scrap the whole 'white knight' idea, and to expand your backstory and RP example. Until you fix these issues, you are...
Due to your previous application history on this server, you have been permanently...
Do not reapply.
Can somebody review my app pleb?
I object that you immediately treat me as inferior do to a practical joke of which the means originated that I had lost a bar bet to during a discussion of Fallout 4 which turned to a drinking competition! How dare ye deny my applicatory fillout forum due to one's sense of humor! I object!
Due to your history of previous bans on past servers, that you also failed to mention on your application, you have been permanently...
Do not reapply.
Stop posting on the thread.
I do believe somebody has skipped my application.
OOC:
IGN: Shadss
Skype name: shadssanlind
Time Zone: PST
Prior Bans and reasons: To my knowledge, I have no bans on my record that have not been resolved
Define Role-play: Roleplay is in which you create a character, or take a character off some other work of fiction, and you play as that character would.
Define Powergaming: Doing an action that the person you’re doing the action against has no way to defend themselves against, or avoid. Being super powerful.
Define Metagaming: Using OOC learned information ICly, that has not been specified as your character having knowledge of it by a higher power.
Previous roleplay experience: I’ve been roleplaying for about four years seriously, and roleplaying casually for around five or six.
Previous Fallout experience: I’ve played every fallout, besides the bad one. (( BoS, I’m looking at you. ))
Have you read the rules?: Ye’ Ye’. “There is no escaping the Shadows of the Old World”.
Write any further questions here: Who shot Tupac?
IC:
Character Name: Ricky ‘Dexter’ Robberson
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian ( White )
Picture: Coming soon~! Try not to count this too much against my application, the skin is underway!
Appearance Physical: Dex stands in at around 5’9, and at around 154 pounds. He’s muscular in the arms, but sports a slim tummy. All in all, his build could be determined as ‘lithe’. He has ebony black hair, and seems to have constant bags under his eyes from
Appearance Clothes: Dex will almost always be seen wearing his white tanktop, with an unbuttoned light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. One sleeve is rolled up a bit further than the other, with a elastic band tied loosely around his bicep ready to be pulled for a quick injection. He wears a grey set of slightly loose skinny-jeans, and a black set of converse shoes upon his feet. A black watch would be wrapped around his un-elastic wrapped arm.
Strengths: Dex has luck like no other person in the wastes. He’ll most likely be banned from casinos the night he joins them, and the funny thing is, he won’t even cheat! Not like he wouldn’t if he wanted too, having swift hands as well has helped him get out of several situations. Dexter is superb at disarming guns, blunt weapons, and even bladed weapons from his foes. providing he can get close enough. While not super strong, his small frame easily makes up for it with agility. Dexter uses all his knowledge of ‘Krav-Maga’ he’s stumbled upon, to use his opponent's weight against them.
Due to his drug use in the past, Dexter has become rather addicted to most forms of drugs; a ‘junkie’ if you will. Having overdosed a total of six times, Dexter’s body has also become more immune to the bad side-effects of his drug binges.
Weaknesses: Sadly, if Dex’s luck happens to run out and he can’t disarm / blindfire his way out of a combat situation, Dex is pretty screwed. Having Mediocre Strength, Average Endurance, Below Average Perception and Bad Charisma, Dexter can’ talk his way out of a wet paper bag unless bribery is included, OR brute strength his way out of combat. Dex is a competent doctor, no doubt, as he has decent medical knowledge in most fields, however in more than one case he’s overdosed the patient being as he’s so used to dosing himself.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
Character Biography: Ricky was born in September around twenty one years ago, in the mean streets of Boston. Rick was born unto the Robberson family, whom his father was Jake Robberson, and his mother was Isis Robberson, previously known as Isis Karili. Ricky was born due to a one night stand between the two, in which the protection they used failed and Rick was concepted that night. Neither of them were ready to be parents, being as Jake was in his early twenties, and Isis was seventeen, however truly only one of them had the option to back out without complications; and he sure as hell did. Jake left before Ricky was born, leaving Isis to birth, and raise him solely to the age of six.
When Ricky turned six, his mother fell rather ill. The local medic came along, and, being as education isn’t the strongest within downtown Boston, decided that his mother was fine, and it was just a common flu. To an extent, he was right. From what it looked like, it was the flu, and it passed just as fast. However, without fail, every week she came under once more. From six, Ricky had to keep the house they took over rather clean, and manage slight inventory due to his mother’s off-and-on ailments. While she was up, Isis taught Ricky as much as she could from her very low grade intelligence. Everything she taught was rather simple; how to keep the house clean properly, how to sew a tiny hole back together in clothing, and how to bandage a cut. For about two years, his mother’s sickness came off and on, until one fateful night…
She woke up fine.
A month passed, and then another month, and then another, and no elements of the old sickness passed his mother’s immune system. By the time he was ten, his mother was back to her usual self. For four years, Ricky’s life went rather unchanged besides the usual routine, and of course, puberty. However, when he turned fifteen, something drastic dove into his life, and started to build a massive wall in his progression of life. Jet. The local petty gangs and ‘raider’ groups pulled Ricky into the life of drugs with the gateway of Jet, selling it at wicked cheap. A year passed at rapid time, the drugs passing through his mind and warping his perception of time. The following years of his life were a blur of work, drugs, overdoses, robberies, and… learning? Within two months of when the drug addiction drove Ricky’s body, he’d start to experiment with more sophisticated drugs, and trying out new combinations of drugs. The small gangs would eventually begin to bring him medical grade books that they stole, allowing him to figure out how he could get them better hooked on. Soon, Ricky became the known ‘medic’ for the rest of his ‘marauder’ career.
When Ricky was around 17, he was kicked out of his home by his mother for yet another overdose. From there on, Ricky disowned his mother and donned the name Dexter, as he moved with the first gang that took him in. He traveled with them for the next year, and then went solo to travel throughout the wastes, following the road wherever it may take him.
Roleplay Scenario: Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 14 miles South of Niagara
As you're walking north along a desolate highway when you spot two large black birds circling in the sky in the distance. To the east, large thunderheads loom on the horizon. Hopeful to avoid the storm, you begin to walk a bit more briskly; scanning the area to find shelter from the radioactive downpour. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene, you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene, you can see that it is a Merchant Caravan that has been hit, likely by raiders. The merchant lies bloody and beaten to death near a slaughtered Brahman, blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from her caravan shotgun scattered around her corpse. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his left leg had been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
4x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x Mentants
1x Salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (functional)
1x Stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Ah… A raided caravan. This site has been seen before, many times actually, and yet every single time is different in it’s own horrifying way. He’d draw his Glock 40, a 10MM Pistol, and he’d quickly rack the slide, ejecting an empty shell from before. His converse would click against the asphalt as he’d move up to the caravan with a cautious pace, perhaps there’d be loot? Indeed there was, however with this loot there’d be also a stunning scene. There’d also be a man, his leg tore off from the knee down with a rapid rip. He’d be crying, crying and yelling in pain, an over-under shotgun resting near his lap. Dex would look to the man, and the man would quickly reach for the shotgun. Dex would place his hands up.
“Oi, Oi! Chill mate…” He’d say, and carefully back away, looking around the site. The man would raise the shotgun up to him with one hand, one very shaky hand, tears of pain rolling down his red face.
Dexter would back away slowly, his hands still up. Shortly after the shotgun would raise, the man would lose his strength in his arm, and the shotgun would drop.
Dex would rush up to the man, and sheath the Glock, gripping the man with both his hands as he’d lower him to the ground gently, resting the man within his lap. Dex would look up from the man, to the sky, and notice that the weather didn’t have much time left until the semi-acidic rain would begin to pelt down. He’d huff, and cradle the man in his hand as he’d dig into his pack. Within the medkit would be a shot of morphine, and scattered around the pack would be the mentats and the stimpack.
His leg would be… beyond repair, in every shape of the word. Dex would do the only thing he could do, and what he could do was what he was very experienced in. He’d take out the morphine, and begin to inject about half the shot into the man. His crying would stop, as Dex would sit against the caravan, pulling the man up next to him to ‘sit’ next to him. From there, Dex would inject himself with the rest of the morphine, and take out the set of mentats. Only a few pills would be within each set of Mentats, however this would be enough. He’d take out the set of dirty water, as he’d give the man the two packs of mentats, giving him the pills as well as the water.
From then, he’d wait, taking out his squirrel on the stick as he’d allow the man his final meal, resting the meat upon his lap. The man would struggle, and from there Dex would help the man eat, the guard being severely drugged up. After the meal, and the water, he’d slowly slip into a blackness, and his eyes would close. Dexter would stay with the overdosed and dying man for a few moments, as he’d then stand and begin to walk across the caravan raid site. He’d quickly scavenge what he could carry, as he’d begin to briskly walk away from the site.
So, because of two year old bans that I thought I didn't need to list I'm banned permanently?
Honestly, I thought the ban list was about bans from this server, or this server's previous version. Not bans like, for every server. If I had known that, I would have listed. I haven't even been on the minecraft scene in over a year.
What's also silly, is the fact that I wasn't told about this, so I had to wait a good week or longer to even find out.
That's kinda silly.
Please stop, you're embarrassing yourself.
How am I embarrassing myself?
It's been two whole years since I've played a single minecraft RP server.
Just because of a couple bans from servers two years ago I can't play a server now? Is there no chance, nothing? No "Hey, maybe since it's been so long he won't be such a bad player anymore"?