If it's possible, Jet is extremely addictive and I don't think your character would get over it easily, could you change it?
He was 5 the last time he had jet and was a homeless little kid on the streets who was hard pressed to find food much less Jet so being basically cold turkey for 6 years before he had any chance of ever getting Jet again so by that point his addiction would have been gone. Also living in NCR territory where Drug addiction and Alcohol addictions are punishable by death is also a very strong inccentive to not start it again.
OOC:
IGN: idiotnieghborlp
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 2-5 Hours a day for 5 to 6 days a week.
Why us?: Your Fallout server is the best one I found and seems like a good setting.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the life of another person
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information when you're in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Becoming a god like player that can kill without attempting it or just doing things that shouldn't be possible.
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name: Elliot Thomson
Nickname: None
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elliot is standard in height has brown hair that he keeps in order with a blue bandanna that matches his modified vault outfit that he always wears. He also has a small goatee.
Personality: Elliot keeps to himself from years of living with only his mother.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Elliot walks into shop looking around slowly at the rows of junk.
Merchant: Welcome sir what can I do for you?
Elliot: *In a voice showing no emotion* I need a Service Rifle
Merchant: We don't sell those kind of..
Elliot: Listen I know you have a contact in the NCR who supplies you with military grade weapons that you sell.
Merchant: Where's your proof?
Elliot: Well I doubt you can afford to live here in Shady Sands selling this junk so you must sell something illegal.
Merchant: Alright fine that'll be 500 caps.
Elliot: No it'll be 300 caps.
Merchant: Says who?
Elliot: Me and my laser pistol *points weapon towards merchant.
Merchant: Ok 300 hundred it is. *Grabs gun from back room and sets it on counter.
Elliot: *throws main coin purse garbs gun and walks out.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Elliot was born in 2257 he comes from a vault family his Great Great Grandfather was one of the scientists that accidentally caused the plant mutation forcing everyone to leave or die. His Great Great Grandfather left towards New Vegas unlike most of the dwellers. He eventually met the Followers of The Apocalypse he joined them and specialized in Botany the study of plants. His father left the Followers of the Apocalypse after his friend Edward Sallow left on a venture to Arizona and never returned. After journeying to California to join the NCR he met Stacie Eli who he married and had a child with. During their journey his father died so Stacie took care of Elliot by herself. Elliot never knew his father well but his mother did give Elliot a note from his father that he wrote before he died. It said to travel to The Followers of the Apocalypse base and telling them who he is they would give him a box that held his fathers most prized possessions. Elliot would one day retrieve the box when he was much older. From living off the land of the wastes he learned how to survive and barter useful skills that he would use all throughout life. At the age of 15 Elliot and Stacie settled in L.A she registered herself as a citizen though Elliot himself never liked the NCR or their "values" much. Elliot spent much of his time reading different Pre-War Books and learning things from merchants and travelers who tell about things happening across the Wasteland. His main interest was The United States of America which is what the Wasteland use to be before the Great War. In his research he also took care of his sick mother who became ill for some unknown reason. His mother died when he was 17 so after burying her and selling their home in L.A he left to find others with his interest in the old world.
He spent the 1st 3 years travelling east to study cultures of other communities and to try to find anything that followed pre-war values. His search only led him to whispers of groups The Brotherhood of Steel who has more of an interest in tech. so he disregarded them. The other group is known as The Enclave though he knows little about them other than they believe to be related to the government. Before leaving the East he journeyed to The Followers of the Apocalypse to retrieve his father’s possessions. In the box he found a Pip-Boy 2000 which was owned by his great great grandfather. There was also a Vault 22 jumpsuit which he armored and modified so it could protect more than in its previous state. He quickly learned how to use the Pip-Boy and found it quite useful to use so he decided to keep it. He also found his families research notes on plants which he made a copy of on his new Pip-Boy. He then journeyed back West after finding no answers in the East about the old world or the Enclave. It has now been 5 years since Elliot left L.A and he is still looking for more information on America and on the Enclave his journey has brought him to the ruins of San Francisco which he heard use to have an Enclave base but it was destroyed. And now he will start a new part of life and hopefully find the answers he has been searching for the past 7 years.
- Reread the rules, you’re missing something - Your definitions are alright but your Power gaming definition is a bit fuzzy, if you could clean it up or put an example, I’d appreciate it. - In your appearance, I’d like to know your exact height and your eye color. - Your character’s personality description is extremely vague. Perhaps you could add mannerisms, his demeanor around people, internal thought processes. - Your RP example is a bit basic and I’d prefer if you had more complex actions, the easiest way to do this is a fight scene but detail is what I’m looking for. - Your backstory seems sound and I like your grammar
Once you fix all my corrections, I can accept you but for now you are
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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OOC: IGN: tylermcgee Age: 15 Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in. Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe. Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC: Name: Don Carters Nickname:<none> Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248) Gender: male Appearance: He wears pre-war riot armor chest plate over his chest, along with a bandoleer strung diagonally across his chest. Looking at his lower body, you would see a hip-holster for a pistol, and rough, grey jeans. Even lower, one would see thick black leather boots. He looks his age, along with tanned skin. A short scruffy beard, along with short-Buzzed, black hair, and thick eyebrows. He has a toned body build- however, he isn't going to be in any body building contests. His chin is more on the pointed side, and he has green eyes.
(this picture, without the gloves, duster and mask) http://th08.devianta...330-d4cs6e9.jpg Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later. In-game RP example: <Scene>a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement. After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks. They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt. By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot. The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky, the shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul. The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover. Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off. They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits. The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!. *the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds. Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain. The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply. As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot. Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead. With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly* ..f*cker Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. As he gathered his thoughts over if he shouldn't have, a large pack of ghouls found them self's face to face with Don. They rushed him. He knew he couldn't win, and ran. He retreated into a prison there in LA. Only to find raiders held up. he took a few out, but with taking a few shots. Managing to make it into there armory. It was in there, he knew the raiders were coming for him. He couldn't run, he was trapped. Making the decision to gear himself up with what remained in the armor, and hold his ground. With taking a few non-critical shots, he rained victorious over the raiders. His position and experience gave him a edge. He managed to kill off the dozen that had swarmed him. Buying him time to slip out of the prison with many gunshot wounds. It was then he did a makeshift patch up, having had a single stimpact on him, and some medical wrap to temporarily path himself up, limped his was back to his home town. Arriving in terrible condition. Parents not even recognizing him- however, his old friend, the guard, remembered him. It was there he was patched up, and recovered. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- Deciding to head north, towards San Francisco. Hoping to find action, wealth, and power.
Appearance: He has Dark Brow Hair,Blue Eyes,Scars on his left cheek,He wears and industrial helmet-mask,staps and leather,tire on his right shoulder and clothed celt.
Personality:He has a soft and kind heart,But he is rather weak by himself so he runs with bandits and other such things to keep him safe.He would only start a fight if he need to.
In-game RP example: *John swings his fist into the jaw of Harry* *Harry recoils going on his hands and knees not used to this kind of treatment* Harry:"You ass,Wait until my brother gets you!" *John aims a kick into between the legs Harry* *Harry goes down on the ground,rolling in pain* John:"Look whos the ass now.
*The Bullet hits by the side of Lucas's head* *The Manic laughs at his near kill,reloading his rifle* *Lucas runs through the all way,kicking rubble and trash as he runs* *The Manic reloads his rifle,firing again* *The bullet hits lucas,he falls to the ground as blood pours from his leg*
[*The Manic laughs running up to him* *Lucas crawls away as fast as he can,not going very far* *The Manic puts his foot on Lucas's back forcing him down* *Lucas squirms,failing to break free* *The Manic takes out a fire axe and goes to swing it into the side of his head* *His head breaks open,blood and gore coming out* *The Manic laughs as he watches life seed away from him*
Background: He grew up in Vault 91 (Not sure if it is a real Vault),Which as all vaults was a experiment of some kind and this ones was,Technology and Weapons. Sammys mother and father were both Gunsmiths,His father alittle on the drunk side.But he saw a greater interest in Tech then he did weapons.His father would always try push him towards gun smithing so he knew a little about it.Though there was a few sets of Recon Armour(Recon Armour was in vaults ),Sammy had learned a great understanding of it.His first weapon ever made was a .32 Hunting rifle,He learned the insides and out of that weapon.When he was young he struggled with making bullets,something so small was hard for him to get right,by he managed to get in right later on with his life.He experimented on what guns he could make,miss matching parts and bullets to see if they would work,but more then a couple of times die he nearly kill himself or another person. When Sammy was 19 the people of the vault managed to convince the Overseer that the vault should be opened.When it was opened the most younglings scattered to the winds in search of adventure and fortunes. Sammy was one of these.He so ran into a group of raiders who instead of killing him a first made him try to prove his worth,which he did in full arming them with weapons and armours they attacked a NCR caravan.Least to say the NCR were ed so they sent in troops to kill the troublesome group.Sammy barely escaped with his life,he want on wandering for years after that until he came upon San Francisco.
I edited and fix everything.
- Reread the rules, you missed something - Your personality is a bit short. How would he act around others? Does he have any mannerisms? What are his thought processes like? - In your appearance, I don’t understand what, “staps and leather,tire on his right shoulder and clothed celt.” means. - Your RP example seems alright but I’d prefer if you chose one scenario and expanded on it. - Your backstory is a bit short (try adding more detail) and some sentences don’t make sense like, “ He grew up in Vault 91 (Not sure if it is a real Vault),Which as all vaults was a experiment of some kind and this ones was,Technology and Weapons.” or “by he managed to get in right later on with his life.” or “Least to say the NCR were ed so they sent in troops to kill the troublesome “
Until you fix these corrections, I have to say you are
OOC:
IGN:Waterzombie422
Age:13
Time you can dedicate:About 1-2 hours a day
Why us?:Well I really like the fallout series and I'd like to see what it'd be like in MC
Define Role-Playing in your words:Roleplaying is sticking to a character.. basically acting and staying in character
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is using OOC info in IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:A style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal
IC:
Name:Carius Jensonz
Nickname:CJ
Age:17
Gender:Male
Appearance:Latino. Black hair and blue eyes
Personality:Strong, smart, and ready to lend a hand
In-game RP example:Hey you! *Stares at the man yelling from the top of the dusty hill* Give me what you have or I'll give you a bullet to the head! *Hides behind a rusted car and begins shooting the uncovered raider with his trusty bolt-action rifle. As silence fills the air.. the raider bleeds from a gunshot to his rib.* Please have mercy on me! [Boom] *Silence*
Background: Carius grew up on a small farm in Nevada in the barren wasteland. Since the age of 11 he's always wanted to see the rest of destroyed America, his parents didn't encourage it, though. He left the farm with a rifle, 80 caps, and some pure water.
*Early years
He grew up learning how to farm and hunt. Many travelers had stopped and stayed a night in the barn of fields, so he learned to be friendly. His family moved from there farm in Oregon to Nevada when he was 6. They then began a town around their new town. This is his story.. so far.
OOC: IGN: tylermcgee Age: 15 Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in. Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe. Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC: Name: Don Carters Nickname:<none> Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248) Gender: male Appearance: He wears pre-war riot armor chest plate over his chest, along with a bandoleer strung diagonally across his chest. Looking at his lower body, you would see a hip-holster for a pistol, and rough, grey jeans. Even lower, one would see thick black leather boots. He looks his age, along with tanned skin. A short scruffy beard, along with short-Buzzed, black hair, and thick eyebrows. He has a toned body build- however, he isn't going to be in any body building contests. His chin is more on the pointed side, and he has green eyes.
(this picture, without the gloves, duster and mask) http://th08.devianta...330-d4cs6e9.jpg Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later. In-game RP example: <Scene>a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement. After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks. They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt. By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot. The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky, the shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul. The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover. Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off. They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits. The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!. *the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds. Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain. The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply. As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot. Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead. With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly* ..f*cker Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. As he gathered his thoughts over if he shouldn't have, a large pack of ghouls found them self's face to face with Don. They rushed him. He knew he couldn't win, and ran. He retreated into a prison there in LA. Only to find raiders held up. he took a few out, but with taking a few shots. Managing to make it into there armory. It was in there, he knew the raiders were coming for him. He couldn't run, he was trapped. Making the decision to gear himself up with what remained in the armor, and hold his ground. With taking a few non-critical shots, he rained victorious over the raiders. His position and experience gave him a edge. He managed to kill off the dozen that had swarmed him. Buying him time to slip out of the prison with many gunshot wounds. It was then he limped his was back to his home town. Parents not even recognizing him- however, his old friend, the guard, remembered him. It was there he was patched up, and recovered. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- Deciding to head north, towards San Francisco. Hoping to find action, wealth, and power.
Power up vault boy 3000
- Your appearance is very detailed and your personality is sound - If you could change your RP example to fit a more minecraft setting by using actions to paint a scene rather than raw storytelling, I’d appreciate it. The RP example is to show how you’d act and react in the minecraft setting, but I do like your attention to detail - How did your character not bleed or pass out if he sustained “many gunshot wounds”? - Where did you character get the idea of going to San Francisco, why not somewhere like New Reno?
Just fix these few corrections, you are considered pending but for now I will list you as
OOC:
IGN:Waterzombie422
Age:13
Time you can dedicate:About 1-2 hours a day
Why us?:Well I really like the fallout series and I'd like to see what it'd be like in MC
Define Role-Playing in your words:Roleplaying is sticking to a character.. basically acting and staying in character
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is using OOC info in IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:A style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal
IC:
Name:Carius Jensonz
Nickname:CJ
Age:17
Gender:Male
Appearance:Latino. Black hair and blue eyes
Personality:Strong, smart, and ready to lend a hand
In-game RP example:Hey you! *Stares at the man yelling from the top of the dusty hill* Give me what you have or I'll give you a bullet to the head! *Hides behind a rusted car and begins shooting the uncovered raider with his trusty bolt-action rifle. As silence fills the air.. the raider bleeds from a gunshot to his rib.* Please have mercy on me! [Boom] *Silence*
Background: Carius grew up on a small farm in Nevada in the barren wasteland. Since the age of 11 he's always wanted to see the rest of destroyed America, his parents didn't encourage it, though. He left the farm with a rifle, 80 caps, and some pure water.
*Early years
He grew up learning how to farm and hunt. Many travelers had stopped and stayed a night in the barn of fields, so he learned to be friendly. His family moved from there farm in Oregon to Nevada when he was 6. They then began a town around their new town. This is his story.. so far.
- Your appearance is very detailed and your personality is sound - If you could change your RP example to fit a more minecraft setting by using actions to paint a scene rather than raw storytelling, I’d appreciate it. The RP example is to show how you’d act and react in the minecraft setting, but I do like your attention to detail - How did your character not bleed or pass out if he sustained “many gunshot wounds”? - Where did you character get the idea of going to San Francisco, why not somewhere like New Reno?
Just fix these few corrections, you are considered pending but for now I will list you as
...Can I ask why my role play example has to be plain and boring? Minecraft is just rough estimations of what the actual scene is. when I role play on minecraft servers, I defiantly don't go *is holding a block in hand*. don't you? I look at role playing as the more detail the better, and telling me to have to restrict that creativity and detail? I'm sorry, but I feel you are incorrect.
looking at geographical location, orange county is not far at all from LA. I agree, I should have put in that he did some makeshift "patching up". Either stimpacks, Which if you are unaware of there effects, they speed up blood cell production so that external and internal wounds will heal faster, but also quick bandaging.
if you look, I said "towards" San Fran. I did not say directly to San Fran. However, I will add the things mentioned.
Thank you for your quick reply
...Can I ask why my role play example has to be plain and boring? Minecraft is just rough estimations of what the actual scene is. when I role play on minecraft servers, I defiantly don't go *is holding a block in hand*. don't you? I look at role playing as the more detail the better, and telling me to have to restrict that creativity and detail? I'm sorry, but I feel you are incorrect.
looking at geographical location, orange county is not far at all from LA. I agree, I should have put in that he did some makeshift "patching up". Either stimpacks, Which if you are unaware of there effects, they speed up blood cell production so that external and internal wounds will heal faster, but also quick bandaging.
if you look, I said "towards" San Fran. I did not say directly to San Fran. However, I will add the things mentioned.
Thank you for your quick reply
When I say RP in a minecraft setting, you won't be able to put, "*with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds. Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain. The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply. As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot. Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead. With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly" In minecraft would you? That would be multiple moves in one turn. When I said, "The RP example is to show how you’d act and react in the minecraft setting," I meant showing how you would RP with others. The RP example, although written by one person should be read like an RP section between multiple players/npc's.
OOC:
IGN:Waterzombie422
Age:13
Time you can dedicate:About 1-2 hours a day
Why us?:Well I really like the fallout series and I'd like to see what it'd be like in MC
Define Role-Playing in your words:Roleplaying is sticking to a character.. basically acting and staying in character
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is using OOC info in IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:A style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal
IC:
Name:Carius Jensonz
Nickname:CJ
Age:17
Gender:Male
Appearance:Latino. Black hair and blue eyes
Personality:Strong, smart, and ready to lend a hand
In-game RP example:Hey you! *Stares at the man yelling from the top of the dusty hill* Give me what you have or I'll give you a bullet to the head! *Hides behind a rusted car and begins shooting the uncovered raider with his trusty bolt-action rifle. As silence fills the air.. the raider bleeds from a gunshot to his rib.* Please have mercy on me! [Boom] *Silence*
Background: Carius grew up on a small farm in Nevada in the barren wasteland. Since the age of 11 he's always wanted to see the rest of destroyed America, his parents didn't encourage it, though. He left the farm with a rifle, 80 caps, and some pure water.
*Early years
He grew up learning how to farm and hunt. Many travelers had stopped and stayed a night in the barn of fields, so he learned to be friendly. His family moved from there farm in Oregon to Nevada when he was 6. They then began a town around their new town. This is his story.. so far.
Alright, reviewing your papers, I see a few problems...
Power gaming. This is not exactly the definition we are going for. I suggest checking other examples or the rules.
Personality and appearance. Please go into more detail. I want to know more about your character, enlighten me on what he would be like.
RP example. Expand this. Also, I would like if you made it more in game based (Giving the raider a response, etc.) Also, there are some traces of power gaming in it (not aiming, no response from the raider)
Backstory. If he was on a farm that produces crops, they would be a major target for raiders. The backstory should be Atleast two paragraphs. How did he get a rifle and caps? Why suddenly move? You could not move that many objects now. How did he hear about San Fran? If his parents didn't encourage him exploring why would they let him go?
Rules. You seem to be missing something from them.
Until these are fixed you are...
Denied.
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IGN: idiotnieghborlp
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 2-5 Hours a day for 5 to 6 days a week.
Why us? Your Fallout server is the best one I found and seems like a good setting.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the life of another person
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information when you're in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Killing players without giving them a chance to react like if you did
*Stabs man in face. Whereas it should be *Attempts to stab man in face. Or doing things that would be impossible like dodging bullets or surprise attacks.
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IC:
Name: Elliot Thomson
Nickname: None
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elliot is standard in height has brown hair that he keeps in order with a blue bandanna that matches his modified vault outfit that he always wears. He also has a small goatee. He is 6’2 ft. and has blue eyes.
Personality: Elliot keeps to himself from years of living with only his mother. He usually doesn’t talk to most people unless he sees a use in interacting with them and when he does talk to people he is usually straight to the point and doesn’t like wasting time.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Elliot walks into shop looking around slowly at the rows of junk.
Merchant: Welcome sir what can I do for you?
Elliot: *In a voice showing no emotion* I need a Service Rifle
Merchant: We don't sell those kind of..
Elliot: Listen I know you have a contact in the NCR who supplies you with military grade weapons that you sell.
Merchant: Where's your proof?
Elliot: Well I doubt you can afford to live here in Shady Sands selling this junk so you must sell something illegal.
Merchant: Alright fine that'll be 500 caps.
Elliot: No it'll be 300 caps.
Merchant: Says who?
Elliot: Me and my laser pistol *points weapon towards merchant.
Merchant: Ok 300 hundred it is. *Grabs gun from back room and sets it on counter.
Elliot: *throws main coin purse garbs gun and walks toward the exit.
Merchant: *Grabs purse and then says “He I got something special for you!
Elliot: *Turns around
Merchant: A face full of bullets grabs gun and starts shooting towards Elliot.
Elliot: *Jumps behind the counter but is grazed by a bullet on the shoulder.
Elliot: You’ll pay for that!
Elliot: *Waits for man to run out of bullets while moving trying to not get shot.
Merchant: *Continues firing until clip runs out.
Elliot: *Gets up with several bullet wounds and aims at the merchant firing a shot toward his gut.
Merchant: *While reloading tries to move but bullet still hits in lower chest.
Elliot: Walks over to man.
Merchant: *Drops gun and falls to floor
Elliot: I’m not going to kill you but if you ever do that again I will butcher you.
Elliot: *Grabs some bandages for his bullet wounds and throws caps at the man
Elliot: Enough in there to pay for the damages good have a good day. *Walks towards the door.
Merchant: *Counts the caps and watches the man leave.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Elliot was born in 2257 he comes from a vault family his Great Great Grandfather was one of the scientists that accidentally caused the plant mutation forcing everyone to leave or die. His Great Great Grandfather left towards New Vegas unlike most of the dwellers. He eventually met the Followers of The Apocalypse he joined them and specialized in Botany the study of plants. His father left the Followers of the Apocalypse after his friend Edward Sallow left on a venture to Arizona and never returned. After journeying to California to join the NCR he met Stacie Eli who he married and had a child with. During their journey his father died so Stacie took care of Elliot by herself. Elliot never knew his father well but his mother did give Elliot a note from his father that he wrote before he died. It said to travel to The Followers of the Apocalypse base and telling them who he is they would give him a box that held his fathers most prized possessions. Elliot would one day retrieve the box when he was much older. From living off the land of the wastes he learned how to survive and barter useful skills that he would use all throughout life. At the age of 15 Elliot and Stacie settled in L.A she registered herself as a citizen though Elliot himself never liked the NCR or their "values" much. Elliot spent much of his time reading different Pre-War Books and learning things from merchants and travelers who tell about things happening across the Wasteland. His main interest was The United States of America which is what the Wasteland use to be before the Great War. In his research he also took care of his sick mother who became ill for some unknown reason. His mother died when he was 17 so after burying her and selling their home in L.A he left to find others with his interest in the old world.
He spent the 1st 3 years travelling east to study cultures of other communities and to try to find anything that followed pre-war values. His search only led him to whispers of groups The Brotherhood of Steel who has more of an interest in tech. so he disregarded them. The other group is known as The Enclave though he knows little about them other than they believe to be related to the government. Before leaving the East he journeyed to The Followers of the Apocalypse to retrieve his father’s possessions. In the box he found a Pip-Boy 2000 which was owned by his great great grandfather. There was also a Vault 22 jumpsuit which he armored and modified so it could protect more than in its previous state. He quickly learned how to use the Pip-Boy and found it quite useful to use so he decided to keep it. He also found his families research notes on plants which he made a copy of on his new Pip-Boy. He then journeyed back West after finding no answers in the East about the old world or the Enclave. It has now been 5 years since Elliot left L.A and he is still looking for more information on America and on the Enclave his journey has brought him to the ruins of San Francisco which he heard use to have an Enclave base but it was destroyed. And now he will start a new part of life and hopefully find the answers he has been searching for the past 7 years.
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Fixed OOC: IGN: tylermcgee Age: 15 Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in. Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe. Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC: Name: Don Carters Nickname:<none> Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248) Gender: male Appearance: He wears pre-war riot armor chest plate over his chest, along with a bandoleer strung diagonally across his chest. Looking at his lower body, you would see a hip-holster for a pistol, and rough, grey jeans. Even lower, one would see thick black leather boots. He looks his age, along with tanned skin. A short scruffy beard, along with short-Buzzed, black hair, and thick eyebrows. He has a toned body build- however, he isn't going to be in any body building contests. His chin is more on the pointed side, and he has green eyes.
(this picture, without the gloves, duster and mask) http://th08.devianta...330-d4cs6e9.jpg Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later. In-game RP example: <Scene>a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement*
*After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks* *They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt.
*By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot.
*The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky*
*The shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul*
*The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover*
*Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off*
*They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits*
*The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* {Don} Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!.
*the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* {ghoul} ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds.
*Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain.
*The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply*
*As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot*
*Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead*
*With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly. Speaking lowly, pained* {Don} ..f*cker Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. As he gathered his thoughts over if he shouldn't have, a large pack of ghouls found them self's face to face with Don. They rushed him. He knew he couldn't win, and ran. He retreated into a prison there in LA. Only to find raiders held up. he took a few out, but with taking a few shots. Managing to make it into there armory. It was in there, he knew the raiders were coming for him. He couldn't run, he was trapped. Making the decision to gear himself up with what remained in the armor, and hold his ground. With taking a few non-critical shots, he rained victorious over the raiders. His position and experience gave him a edge. He managed to kill off the dozen that had swarmed him. Buying him time to slip out of the prison with many gunshot wounds. It was then he did a makeshift patch up, having had a single stimpact on him, and some medical wrap to temporarily path himself up, limped his was back to his home town. Arriving in terrible condition. Parents not even recognizing him- however, his old friend, the guard, remembered him. It was there he was patched up, and recovered. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- Deciding to head north, towards San Francisco. Hoping to find action, wealth, and power.
EDIT: I just noticed the rule... "No assuming faction roles"... is it okay if I get in contact with the faction leader and get permission? :b Sorry, but I *really* want to center this character's life around the NCR.
(Posted a second time, hopefully I fixed everything! So sorry for the Camp McCarren mistake... I feel like a total idiot. OOC:
IGN: Flex654
Age: 13
Time you can dedicate: I've got almost the entire summer! 50 hours a week?
Why us?: I'm a previous member of the Akavir role-play, and veteran of many fallout role-plays, and, believe it or not, I have NEVER seen San Francisco been done before, so this promises to be interesting!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing is the fulfillment of a role that is created for a character in a respected universe. This role can be fulfilled in the physical or virtual world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using out-of-character information in-character to give your character a strategic or physical advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is giving your character or role "god-like" powers, rendering them capable to preform tasks not humanly possible. This includes making your character immortal, killing 20 people with one blow, smashing heads clean off people's bodies, etc.
Did you join our website? Yep!
IC: (I hope this is okay, I can change it later, I just thought it would be fun to mock some immigration papers up.)
Name: Daniel Blackwater
Nickname: (Optional) Alias: Dan, Dave
Age: 32
Gender: <s>M</s> / F (Male)
Appearance: (Below is the appearance form, I hope this is okay for an application.) Complexion: Olive Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Type: Straight, short.
Skin Tone: Golden Bronze/Bronze Beige ( Link Removed )
]Notable Features: large scar on right eye, grimy skin, covered in dust/dirt/etc. Personality: Daniel can be somewhat determined and focused on his job and doing the best work possible. He believes strongly in the orders and duties of the NCR, and is driven to fulfill them fully. He is hard-working, and is best paired in a team. Apart from his work, he is charismatic, and at times a bit foolish.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) <Dan_Blackwater>: *walks into a dusty old general store, holstering his shotgun.* <Vendor>: Aye, 'ello there. Lookin' to spend a few caps, ey? <Dan_Blackwater>: You sell ammo? <Vendor>: Eh? 'Ure, all types! 'Est in dah wastes, eheh! <Dan_Blackwater>: Great, give me .12 gauge, 100 shells, slug. <Vendor>: Woah woah woooah! We 'ot dem slugs, 'ourse, buh, dah thang is, dey're expensive! 2 'aps a chell! <Dan_Blackwater>: *looks away for a moment, as if he has slightly better things to be doing, then slams a bag of caps on the counter.* 100 slugs, .12 ga. We clear? <Vendor>: *stares wide-mouthed at the bag of caps.* Aye sir, 'righ 'way sir!
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) (NOTE: Will immediately apply for an NCR position as soon as this application is accepted.) Daniel was born in a small shack in Salt Lake City, Utah, in 2247. His mother was of NCR origins, while his father was more of a meager brahmin herder. While Daniel's father wished for him to carry on a new family tradition of brahmin herding, Dan always expressed an interest in the NCR. While his father was upset at his son, who wasn't eager to carry down the new family tradition, Daniel's mother taught him how to protect himself from the wasteland, and the importance of the NCR. When Daniel was 14 years old, his father became sick with radiation and died quietly in his sleep. His father no longer there to keep the household running, Daniel gained most of the families money from herding his father's few left brahmin and producing necessary food for the populace. At the age of 18, Daniel enlisted into the NCR, finding himself hating the Brahmin trade more and more, and feeling like he was destined to better help the wasteland. Daniel was then shipped off to the Boneyard shortly after enlisting to assist in the re-establishment in the city. In 2077, after roughly 12 years of work in the Boneyard, Daniel was transferred to McCarren to assist in the NCR - Great Khan war, and participated in the Bitter Springs massacre. (NOTE: Dan would have also participated in the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, but I was unsure of canon events and such here, so I didn't say it.) At the age of 32, Blackwater received a transfer to the new NCR site being founded, over in San Francisco - upon first decline, Blackwater was forced to transfer due to lack of experienced personnel. Blackwater now lives and serves in the NCR's San Francisco base, and writes letters to his mother, who is currently stationed in Oregon as a Specter.
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Fixed OOC: IGN: tylermcgee Age: 15 Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in. Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe. Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC: Name: Don Carters Nickname:<none> Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248) Gender: male Appearance: He wears pre-war riot armor chest plate over his chest, along with a bandoleer strung diagonally across his chest. Looking at his lower body, you would see a hip-holster for a pistol, and rough, grey jeans. Even lower, one would see thick black leather boots. He looks his age, along with tanned skin. A short scruffy beard, along with short-Buzzed, black hair, and thick eyebrows. He has a toned body build- however, he isn't going to be in any body building contests. His chin is more on the pointed side, and he has green eyes.
(this picture, without the gloves, duster and mask) http://th08.devianta...330-d4cs6e9.jpg Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later. In-game RP example: <Scene>a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement*
*After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks* *They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt.
*By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot.
*The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky*
*The shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul*
*The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover*
*Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off*
*They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits*
*The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* {Don} Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!.
*the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* {ghoul} ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds.
*Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain.
*The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply*
*As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot*
*Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead*
*With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly. Speaking lowly, pained* {Don} ..f*cker Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. As he gathered his thoughts over if he shouldn't have, a large pack of ghouls found them self's face to face with Don. They rushed him. He knew he couldn't win, and ran. He retreated into a prison there in LA. Only to find raiders held up. he took a few out, but with taking a few shots. Managing to make it into there armory. It was in there, he knew the raiders were coming for him. He couldn't run, he was trapped. Making the decision to gear himself up with what remained in the armor, and hold his ground. With taking a few non-critical shots, he rained victorious over the raiders. His position and experience gave him a edge. He managed to kill off the dozen that had swarmed him. Buying him time to slip out of the prison with many gunshot wounds. It was then he did a makeshift patch up, having had a single stimpact on him, and some medical wrap to temporarily path himself up, limped his was back to his home town. Arriving in terrible condition. Parents not even recognizing him- however, his old friend, the guard, remembered him. It was there he was patched up, and recovered. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- Deciding to head north, towards San Francisco. Hoping to find action, wealth, and power.
Power up vault boy 3000
Awesome, thank you for fixing all my requests. Now I can say, “Welcome to the city by the bay!”
OOC:
IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead and Decaying World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. One shouted "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing one of the Slavers, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack quickly ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. Chryslus, much to the dismay of his Father, would never find the "right woman". He had realized that he had never had an interest in anyone other than a man, but worked hard to keep this from his Father, knowing he would dissaprove immensely. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the
town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. Although clearly outnumbered, Chrysulus refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away before whatever rudimentary law enforcement arrived . If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but there's a rule against that D: )
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
No Offense to any of the People who Read the Applications, but I think that my app MAY have been skipped over. Partially it could be due to my need to get your review back, so I can Improve on it. Anyhow, thanks!
OOC:
IGN:arrowbeans
Age:15
Time you can dedicate: During Summer,a large amount of time. Not so Sure about school
Why us?:First off, I live in California, and Love San Francisco.Secondly, This looked like wonderful RP Server. Thirdly, The Followers and the Enclave are my favorite Faction. And Fourth(ly?), a Friend (Sadie) recommended it to me. I also sent in a building app,its a shame about those guys that destroyed the Build Server :/
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)Role-play is an interaction between two characters (While in Character, obviously)
Define Meta-gaming in your words: The Use of OOC knowledge In Character.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Such as *Shoots James in the Head before he can react*
Did you join our website? I did
IC:
Name: Chryslus Redding
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Appearance:5 feet and 8 inches tall, with Light-Brown hair, and Blue eyes. Wears a Lab coat over proper Doctors attire. Sewn into the inside of his Lab Coat, however, is a small bit of America's Pre-War flag, and a miniature version of the Enclave's insignia.
Personality: Insightful,and highly intelligent, Redding has always believed in the Power of Democracy and of America that his Father once spoke of with true conviction. He is loyal to those who follow ways of the Old World, especially of the Enclave, of which his father, Granite had always spoke of. He believes that the Enclave can restore order to the wastes. Redding also holds the Followers in high regard, do to the charity and selflessness of their actions trying to aid and re-educate the wasteland. His opinions of the Followers are also quite high due to their tolerance and even acceptance of Homosexuality, a rarity in the Wasteland at this time. His opinions on both the NCR and the Bear, however, fall far below that. Redding, while thinking that Tandi and Aredesh's original idea was noble, has seen that once more the same human attributes had weaseled their way back into the system. It was now a "Democracy", but controlled by the Rich and the Powerful.The same went for the Brotherhood, greedy in another Currency- That of technology, that has so polluted their minds that it is all they see, and will ultimately be their own destruction.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)It was getting Dark, and as Chryslus surveyed the Pre-War Community in the last rays of sunlight, he thought that there was a certain beauty to a Dead and Decaying World. His Partner, Jack, made some noise behind him, no doubt preparing for the Slavers that would come by later that night. He took one more glance at the the small ruined pre-war town from the ruined third story of an abandoned Motel, and turned to face Jack."Jack? have the mines been placed yet? Jack turned to him, and gave a quick nod, then went back to rummaging through the backpack of supplies we had brought along."Any Idea when our guests will stop by?" Jack Nodded, and mumbled: "About Eleven or so". "Good" was my only Reply. I took this time to re-position my Scoped Hunting Rifle on a different window-sill, giving me more Cover of the Main Street. "Well, I'm going to turn in" said Jack. "Oh, sure, I don't mind taking first watch. Thanks for asking". Jack Mumbled "No Problem" and was soon fast asleep. But our "Guests" did not disappoint.I awoke Jack when I saw the Group headed into town, thanks to my Night-Vision scope. I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel. They walked in, and halted for a second. One shouted "Hello?", and Jack answered back with a Wave, and motioned the Slavers over. It seemed that there where two or so Slaves in their charge. That's when a Rather Large Explosion went off, killing one of the Slavers, and Maiming another. I dispatched another two with quick and Precise Shots from my Hunting Rifle. Jack quickly ended the brief confrontation with a few well aimed bursts from his Sub Machine Gun. The two Slaves where petrified with fear. Jack reassuringly told them to stay where they where, as he precariously picked his way across the small minefield he had placed earlier towards the slaves. He Returned a short time later, with the two Slaves."Good work Jack. Are you two all right?" *The Slaves both Nod their heads Vigorously* Jack interjects:"Well, we should rest and head out then. I will take the rest of the Night watch. You guys get some sleep..........
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Chryslus was born in 2244, two years after the Destruction of the Enclave Oil Rig, to Granite (Leader of the Enclave Control Company) who, on that Faithful day, decided his life was more Valuable then the Enclave. However, no other Enclave personnel stationed there survived the Attack, and Sergeant Granite and his squad where never uncovered for their betrayal of the Enclave on the Oil Rig, and where welcomed back to Navarro with Open arms. Granite had a Romance with one of the Women there, later Chryslus' Mother, Snookie, much to the Annoyance of a Computer guard who was also stationed there. After a few years of peaceful living on Navarro, the NCR finished what the Chosen One had started. During the attack, Granite escaped with Chryslus. Although it is unknown what happened to Snookie, it is likely that she died in the attack or escaped via Vertibird. Granite eventually found his way to San Francisco, and far away from NCR control, hired himself out as a Mercenary on Trade Caravans.In his spare days he taught his child about the basics of fighting, shooting, as well as basic math and science, although he wasn't particularly good at the last two. He also taught him Old World values, as well as those of the Enclave, which he insisted would remain "their little Secret". While his Father was away on Caravan business, the local Followers of the Apocalypse establishment watched for him, and seeing his interest in Sciences, taught him the basics of Biology and Medical Aid. By the time he was fifteen, he spent all his time with the Followers, already hard at work studying to become a doctor. And life was good. Chryslus' father, Granite, had saved enough caps to purchase a small store front, and started a small trading company, which profited well, being that he knew the traders and could work out cheaper prices for the same quality as other stores. Chryslus, much to the dismay of his Father, would never find the "right woman". He had realized that he had never had an interest in anyone other than a man, but worked hard to keep this from his Father, knowing he would dissaprove immensely. By the time Chryslus had tuned nineteen, Granite was one of the wealthiest shop owners in San Francisco. just a year after Chryslus completed his Doctors training, and had become a fully fledged doctor, opened up a small and respectable Clinic. Sadly, not even his own Son could prevent the Inevitable from occurring. His father, while walking back from the Supply Depot with a new batch of supplies for his store, collapsed and died almost immediately. It was later determined that he had died of a Heart Attack, which was odd for his age, to say the least. Chryslus, not wanting to be burdened with the Business, as he already worked full time in his Clinic, Sold out to their Competitors for a fair price. And, if not for Chryslus' near death experience a few years later, he still would have owned that Clinic. Already wealthy beyond belief from the sale of his Father's store, Chryslus hosted a Party for the Social Elite of the Town. Only the best of Pre-War wines where served, and Chryslus even managed to obtain Caviar for the Party. The Gala went on until early in the Morning. Chryslus was so tired by that point he couldn't even make it to bed, and fell asleep on the couch. However, the "Lower Class" of the
town did not take to kindly to this, as well as the recent lack of Donations given to the Followers, who where doing their best to keep everyone alive and well, and where having a tough time doing so. So, a few petty thieves brought it upon themselves to relive Chryslus of some of his valuable items and pawn them for the Followers. Oddly enough, Chryslus heard them, and was awoken. Although clearly outnumbered, Chrysulus refused to give up, forcing the petty thieves to shoot or be shot, Wounding Chryslus badly, and then running away before whatever rudimentary law enforcement arrived . If it had not been for the Follower's teachings, he would have died that day. But he managed to stop the Bleeding until help could arrive. When Chryslus had recovered, he was a changed man. He drastically reduced prices and entry fees to his clinic, giving the Followers some slack. He also regularly donated to them, and Hosted Charitable events at which others did as well.The Vice of Greed and Power no longer controlled Chryslus. But despite that, he did not feel as though he belonged. Not yet..... So, in the year of 2279, he debates joining the Followers (I would of said that he did, but there's a rule against that D: )
*Powers up Vault boy 3,000*
-Your definitions are ok except your RP definition which is a little lacking. Think of what you do personally when you RP -I like your grammar -Your character like democracy but not capitalism? (His disapproval for the desire of “currency”) -Your RP example was alright but I’d prefer that it were in a more role play/ minecraft setting rather than a storytelling format like, “ I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel” instead try *I quickly awaken Jack* *Jack gets into position on the first floor* *I cover him from the top floor* This shows me what your RP on the server will be like and is more realistic for the context of minecraft RP. -lol Snookie -If he’s highly intelligent, why didn’t he like math and science? -I like your character but San Francisco is only mainly populated by the Shi and Hubologists so there aren’t that many people as described in your backstory.
Until you fix these corrections and inconsistencies I’ll have to say, for now, you are
OOC: IGN: Harrywoz8 Age: 14 Time you can dedicate: Around 5 - 8 hours a day Why us?: Well I have been looking for a decent Roleplay server for a while now. And I love fallout. Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) When you take the role of a character you have created in your mind, and interact with the world around you in a different perspective. Define Meta-gaming in your words: When you use knowledge that your RP character doesn't know to use it to your own gains/benefits Define Power-gaming in your words: When you force a certain action on another. E.G *Harrywoz8 Kills (example) Not giving them a chance to respond to your actions Did you join our website? No, but I am planning too very soon.
IC: Name: Harry Warren Nickname: (Optional) Rirza Age: 19 Gender: Male Appearance: Caucasian with a slight hint of Hispanic. Light brown anime hair with green eyes. Has alot of scars on his face Personality: Harry is a hot headed individual, he does what he must to insure his survival, good or evil. He has been on both sides of the conflict. Helping the good and bad guys. He also has Insomnia which makes it hard for him to sleep at night. He is also mentally unstable due to events that happened in his past. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *Harry wakes to the sound of footsteps in the night, he quickly gets up to investigate only to find a group of dead ghouls only 100 yards from his temporary camp, he quickly scans the area to see if he can see anything suspicious. When he is suddenly whacked over the head with a BB gun, Harry falls to the ground unconscious. Not too long after he is awoken by a doctor trying to remove one of his teeth, his hands and legs are tied down by some loose leather straps which he manages to rip open with his brute strength. He punches the doctor and forces him back. He quickly unties the rest of his leather straps and gets up. Running out of the heavy steel door he is confronted by a group of men holding back-water rifles. They are all pretty young except for an old man on the end, not holding a rifle. Infact he isn't holding anything. The old man proceeds to order the men to shoots. Accepting the fact that he is about to be executed Harry holds his head up high. Not letting the men sense any fear. He looks them all straight in the eye, they shoot. Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Harry was born in vault 4. Which was a particularly rough vault to grow up in. His family were poor and only had enough caps to get them mere scraps of food. His family consisted of his mother, father and two sisters, names Ellie and Nicole, being the youngest of the family meant that harry couldn't do much too help his parents out which sadden'd him a lot, meaning he was constantly depressed hence why he is so hot headed to this day.
When he grew up Harry escaped the vault, because he wanted to start a new life. He instantly realized that life wasn't going to be so easy outside the vault. He had already met a few people who were not so nice to him, and tried to steal him of his food and Caps. Though he had met one girl, named Ella who he developed a kind of crush on. They found a small town a few kilometers outside of his old vault, named Krashnev where they found a home in. The community all knew each-other so people could protect him. The gun shop owner, named Dec had taught him to shoot and how to kill animals and gut them for food. Infact he had learned a-lot from this town. When he was 17 the town got raided by a group of bandits named the Hightower Bandits. In the raid he lost his love, Ella. Turning him slightly crazy.
-Reread the rules on the Forums, you’re missing something -We’d like it if you joined the site so you can contribute and keep updated with server related news - In your character’s personality, does he have any mannerisms? What is his demeanor around others? -For your RP example, I’d prefer if you put your writing into a minecraft setting/ roleplay setting rather than a storytelling format. The RP example is meant to show us how you will role play on the server. Try acting as if each character had turns. -It stated in the application form to use dialogue in the RP example, please follow instructions. -Your backstory is a bit short and leaves out several details. How did he get to San Francisco? How did he escape the vault? Where was vault 4?
Until you fix these corrections, for now, I have to say you are
Appearance: He has Dark Brow Hair,Blue Eyes,Scars on his left cheek,He wears and industrial helmet-mask,straps made of leather(Going across his chest),tire on his right shoulder and clothed celt.
Personality:He has a soft and kind heart,But he is rather weak by himself so he runs with bandits and other such things to keep him safe.He would only start a fight if he need to.He has manners to people he knows who have power or will have it..Or could kill him.He thinks what is best for him only thinking of others if he can spare it.He would act friendly to most though.
In-game RP example: *Set outside of megaton,no one around* *John swings his fist into the jaw of Harry* *Harry recoils going on his hands and knees not used to this kind of treatment,being only nimble figure* Harry:"You ass,Wait until my brother gets you!" *John aims a kick into between the legs Harry* *Harry goes down on the ground,rolling in pain* John:"Look whos the ass now.
*Set in the exit of a train tunnel,the man trying to get out by the maintenance entrance* *The Bullet hits by the side of Lucas's head,going into the the wall* *The Manic laughs at his near kill,reloading his rifle* *Lucas runs through the all way,kicking rubble and trash as he runs* *The Manic reloads his rifle,firing again* *The bullet hits lucas,he falls to the ground as blood pours from his leg* *The Manic laughs running up to him* *Lucas crawls away as fast as he can,not going very far* *The Manic puts his foot on Lucas's back forcing him down* *Lucas squirms,failing to break free* *The Manic takes out a fire axe and goes to swing it into the side of his head* *His head breaks open,blood and gore coming out* *The Manic laughs as he watches life seed away from him*
Background: He grew up in Vault 91,Which was made as standered vault but with a Workshop and Armory. As all vaults was a experiment of some kind and this ones was Technology and Weapons. Sammys mother and father were both Gunsmiths,His father a little on the alcoholic side.But he saw a greater interest in Tech then he did weapons.His father would always try push him towards gun smithing so he knew a little about it.Though there was a few sets of Recon Armour(Recon Armour was in vaults ),Sammy had learned a great understanding of it.His first weapon ever made was a .308 Hunting rifle,He learned the insides and out of that weapon,he made the stock from metal and painted the barrel a dark crimson red.When he was young he struggled with making bullets,something so small was hard for him to get right,by he managed to get in right later on with his life.He experimented on what guns he could make,miss matching parts and bullets to see if they would work,but more then a couple of times die he nearly kill himself or another person. When Sammy was 19 the people of the vault managed to convince the Overseer that the vault should be opened.When it was opened the most younglings scattered to the winds in search of adventure and fortunes or to find the guns outside of the vault. Sammy was one of these.He so ran into a group of raiders who instead of killing him a first made him try to prove his worth,which he did in full arming them with weapons and armours,They only had one gun and a range of blunt and sharp close range weapons.With their new weapons they attacked a NCR caravan.Least to say the NCR were angered,they sent in troops to kill the troublesome group.Sammy barely escaped with his life,he want on wandering for years after that until he came upon San Francisco.
*Powers up pit boy 3000(100,000,000 if you get the ref :P)*
Fixed,I guess.
He was 5 the last time he had jet and was a homeless little kid on the streets who was hard pressed to find food much less Jet so being basically cold turkey for 6 years before he had any chance of ever getting Jet again so by that point his addiction would have been gone. Also living in NCR territory where Drug addiction and Alcohol addictions are punishable by death is also a very strong inccentive to not start it again.
- Reread the rules, you’re missing something
- Your definitions are alright but your Power gaming definition is a bit fuzzy, if you could clean it up or put an example, I’d appreciate it.
- In your appearance, I’d like to know your exact height and your eye color.
- Your character’s personality description is extremely vague. Perhaps you could add mannerisms, his demeanor around people, internal thought processes.
- Your RP example is a bit basic and I’d prefer if you had more complex actions, the easiest way to do this is a fight scene but detail is what I’m looking for.
- Your backstory seems sound and I like your grammar
Once you fix all my corrections, I can accept you but for now you are
IGN: tylermcgee
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in.
Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe.
Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC:
Name: Don Carters
Nickname: <none>
Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248)
Gender: male
Appearance: He wears pre-war riot armor chest plate over his chest, along with a bandoleer strung diagonally across his chest. Looking at his lower body, you would see a hip-holster for a pistol, and rough, grey jeans. Even lower, one would see thick black leather boots. He looks his age, along with tanned skin. A short scruffy beard, along with short-Buzzed, black hair, and thick eyebrows. He has a toned body build- however, he isn't going to be in any body building contests. His chin is more on the pointed side, and he has green eyes.
(this picture, without the gloves, duster and mask)
http://th08.devianta...330-d4cs6e9.jpg
Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later.
In-game RP example:
<Scene> a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement. After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks. They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt. By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot. The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky, the shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul. The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover. Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off. They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits. The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict* Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!. *the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice* ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds. Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain. The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply. As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot. Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead. With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly* ..f*cker
Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. As he gathered his thoughts over if he shouldn't have, a large pack of ghouls found them self's face to face with Don. They rushed him. He knew he couldn't win, and ran. He retreated into a prison there in LA. Only to find raiders held up. he took a few out, but with taking a few shots. Managing to make it into there armory. It was in there, he knew the raiders were coming for him. He couldn't run, he was trapped. Making the decision to gear himself up with what remained in the armor, and hold his ground. With taking a few non-critical shots, he rained victorious over the raiders. His position and experience gave him a edge. He managed to kill off the dozen that had swarmed him. Buying him time to slip out of the prison with many gunshot wounds. It was then he did a makeshift patch up, having had a single stimpact on him, and some medical wrap to temporarily path himself up, limped his was back to his home town. Arriving in terrible condition. Parents not even recognizing him- however, his old friend, the guard, remembered him. It was there he was patched up, and recovered. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- Deciding to head north, towards San Francisco. Hoping to find action, wealth, and power.
Power up vault boy 3000
- Reread the rules, you missed something
- Your personality is a bit short. How would he act around others? Does he have any mannerisms? What are his thought processes like?
- In your appearance, I don’t understand what, “staps and leather,tire on his right shoulder and clothed celt.” means.
- Your RP example seems alright but I’d prefer if you chose one scenario and expanded on it.
- Your backstory is a bit short (try adding more detail) and some sentences don’t make sense like, “ He grew up in Vault 91 (Not sure if it is a real Vault),Which as all vaults was a experiment of some kind and this ones was,Technology and Weapons.” or “by he managed to get in right later on with his life.” or “Least to say the NCR were ed so they sent in troops to kill the troublesome “
Until you fix these corrections, I have to say you are
IGN:Waterzombie422
Age:13
Time you can dedicate:About 1-2 hours a day
Why us?:Well I really like the fallout series and I'd like to see what it'd be like in MC
Define Role-Playing in your words:Roleplaying is sticking to a character.. basically acting and staying in character
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta-gaming is using OOC info in IC
Define Power-gaming in your words:A style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal
IC:
Name:Carius Jensonz
Nickname:CJ
Age:17
Gender:Male
Appearance:Latino. Black hair and blue eyes
Personality:Strong, smart, and ready to lend a hand
In-game RP example:Hey you! *Stares at the man yelling from the top of the dusty hill* Give me what you have or I'll give you a bullet to the head! *Hides behind a rusted car and begins shooting the uncovered raider with his trusty bolt-action rifle. As silence fills the air.. the raider bleeds from a gunshot to his rib.* Please have mercy on me! [Boom] *Silence*
Background: Carius grew up on a small farm in Nevada in the barren wasteland. Since the age of 11 he's always wanted to see the rest of destroyed America, his parents didn't encourage it, though. He left the farm with a rifle, 80 caps, and some pure water.
- Your appearance is very detailed and your personality is sound
- If you could change your RP example to fit a more minecraft setting by using actions to paint a scene rather than raw storytelling, I’d appreciate it. The RP example is to show how you’d act and react in the minecraft setting, but I do like your attention to detail
- How did your character not bleed or pass out if he sustained “many gunshot wounds”?
- Where did you character get the idea of going to San Francisco, why not somewhere like New Reno?
Just fix these few corrections, you are considered pending but for now I will list you as
Oh and I <3 Lumaria
...Can I ask why my role play example has to be plain and boring? Minecraft is just rough estimations of what the actual scene is. when I role play on minecraft servers, I defiantly don't go *is holding a block in hand*. don't you? I look at role playing as the more detail the better, and telling me to have to restrict that creativity and detail? I'm sorry, but I feel you are incorrect.
looking at geographical location, orange county is not far at all from LA. I agree, I should have put in that he did some makeshift "patching up". Either stimpacks, Which if you are unaware of there effects, they speed up blood cell production so that external and internal wounds will heal faster, but also quick bandaging.
if you look, I said "towards" San Fran. I did not say directly to San Fran. However, I will add the things mentioned.
Thank you for your quick reply
When I say RP in a minecraft setting, you won't be able to put, "*with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds. Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain. The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply. As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot. Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead. With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly" In minecraft would you? That would be multiple moves in one turn. When I said, "The RP example is to show how you’d act and react in the minecraft setting," I meant showing how you would RP with others. The RP example, although written by one person should be read like an RP section between multiple players/npc's.
Alright, reviewing your papers, I see a few problems...
Power gaming. This is not exactly the definition we are going for. I suggest checking other examples or the rules.
Personality and appearance. Please go into more detail. I want to know more about your character, enlighten me on what he would be like.
RP example. Expand this. Also, I would like if you made it more in game based (Giving the raider a response, etc.) Also, there are some traces of power gaming in it (not aiming, no response from the raider)
Backstory. If he was on a farm that produces crops, they would be a major target for raiders. The backstory should be Atleast two paragraphs. How did he get a rifle and caps? Why suddenly move? You could not move that many objects now. How did he hear about San Fran? If his parents didn't encourage him exploring why would they let him go?
Rules. You seem to be missing something from them.
Until these are fixed you are...
Denied.
IGN: idiotnieghborlp
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: 2-5 Hours a day for 5 to 6 days a week.
Why us? Your Fallout server is the best one I found and seems like a good setting.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the life of another person
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information when you're in character.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Killing players without giving them a chance to react like if you did
*Stabs man in face. Whereas it should be *Attempts to stab man in face. Or doing things that would be impossible like dodging bullets or surprise attacks.
Did you join our website? Yes
IC:
Name: Elliot Thomson
Nickname: None
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Elliot is standard in height has brown hair that he keeps in order with a blue bandanna that matches his modified vault outfit that he always wears. He also has a small goatee. He is 6’2 ft. and has blue eyes.
Personality: Elliot keeps to himself from years of living with only his mother. He usually doesn’t talk to most people unless he sees a use in interacting with them and when he does talk to people he is usually straight to the point and doesn’t like wasting time.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Elliot walks into shop looking around slowly at the rows of junk.
Merchant: Welcome sir what can I do for you?
Elliot: *In a voice showing no emotion* I need a Service Rifle
Merchant: We don't sell those kind of..
Elliot: Listen I know you have a contact in the NCR who supplies you with military grade weapons that you sell.
Merchant: Where's your proof?
Elliot: Well I doubt you can afford to live here in Shady Sands selling this junk so you must sell something illegal.
Merchant: Alright fine that'll be 500 caps.
Elliot: No it'll be 300 caps.
Merchant: Says who?
Elliot: Me and my laser pistol *points weapon towards merchant.
Merchant: Ok 300 hundred it is. *Grabs gun from back room and sets it on counter.
Elliot: *throws main coin purse garbs gun and walks toward the exit.
Merchant: *Grabs purse and then says “He I got something special for you!
Elliot: *Turns around
Merchant: A face full of bullets grabs gun and starts shooting towards Elliot.
Elliot: *Jumps behind the counter but is grazed by a bullet on the shoulder.
Elliot: You’ll pay for that!
Elliot: *Waits for man to run out of bullets while moving trying to not get shot.
Merchant: *Continues firing until clip runs out.
Elliot: *Gets up with several bullet wounds and aims at the merchant firing a shot toward his gut.
Merchant: *While reloading tries to move but bullet still hits in lower chest.
Elliot: Walks over to man.
Merchant: *Drops gun and falls to floor
Elliot: I’m not going to kill you but if you ever do that again I will butcher you.
Elliot: *Grabs some bandages for his bullet wounds and throws caps at the man
Elliot: Enough in there to pay for the damages good have a good day. *Walks towards the door.
Merchant: *Counts the caps and watches the man leave.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Elliot was born in 2257 he comes from a vault family his Great Great Grandfather was one of the scientists that accidentally caused the plant mutation forcing everyone to leave or die. His Great Great Grandfather left towards New Vegas unlike most of the dwellers. He eventually met the Followers of The Apocalypse he joined them and specialized in Botany the study of plants. His father left the Followers of the Apocalypse after his friend Edward Sallow left on a venture to Arizona and never returned. After journeying to California to join the NCR he met Stacie Eli who he married and had a child with. During their journey his father died so Stacie took care of Elliot by herself. Elliot never knew his father well but his mother did give Elliot a note from his father that he wrote before he died. It said to travel to The Followers of the Apocalypse base and telling them who he is they would give him a box that held his fathers most prized possessions. Elliot would one day retrieve the box when he was much older. From living off the land of the wastes he learned how to survive and barter useful skills that he would use all throughout life. At the age of 15 Elliot and Stacie settled in L.A she registered herself as a citizen though Elliot himself never liked the NCR or their "values" much. Elliot spent much of his time reading different Pre-War Books and learning things from merchants and travelers who tell about things happening across the Wasteland. His main interest was The United States of America which is what the Wasteland use to be before the Great War. In his research he also took care of his sick mother who became ill for some unknown reason. His mother died when he was 17 so after burying her and selling their home in L.A he left to find others with his interest in the old world.
He spent the 1st 3 years travelling east to study cultures of other communities and to try to find anything that followed pre-war values. His search only led him to whispers of groups The Brotherhood of Steel who has more of an interest in tech. so he disregarded them. The other group is known as The Enclave though he knows little about them other than they believe to be related to the government. Before leaving the East he journeyed to The Followers of the Apocalypse to retrieve his father’s possessions. In the box he found a Pip-Boy 2000 which was owned by his great great grandfather. There was also a Vault 22 jumpsuit which he armored and modified so it could protect more than in its previous state. He quickly learned how to use the Pip-Boy and found it quite useful to use so he decided to keep it. He also found his families research notes on plants which he made a copy of on his new Pip-Boy. He then journeyed back West after finding no answers in the East about the old world or the Enclave. It has now been 5 years since Elliot left L.A and he is still looking for more information on America and on the Enclave his journey has brought him to the ruins of San Francisco which he heard use to have an Enclave base but it was destroyed. And now he will start a new part of life and hopefully find the answers he has been searching for the past 7 years.
*Powers up vault boy 3000
OOC:
IGN: tylermcgee
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate a good amount of time weekly, although there could be days where I dont show up, there will still be the others where I have the time to get some good role playing in.
Why us?: Quite a rhetorical question- Why wouldn't I? For not only some of the best role playing there is now a-days, but also to follow along with all my friends from SoOF.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role playing is stepping into a character, and acting as he/ she would. It is both literature, and acting.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is using knowledge your character doesn't know in your role playing. say, someone states there location out of character, and you go there in character, that would be metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming.. Powergaming is actually two things.Not only is it forcing an action upon another, without giving them a chance at a reaction, but it is also doing things that are not in your characters capabilities. such as either not attempting an action, quite literally picking up a building with your big toe.
Did you join our website?: I did indeed.
IC:
Name: Don Carters
Nickname: <none>
Age: 32 (birthday is on the 31 of August, 2248)
Gender: male
Appearance: He wears pre-war riot armor chest plate over his chest, along with a bandoleer strung diagonally across his chest. Looking at his lower body, you would see a hip-holster for a pistol, and rough, grey jeans. Even lower, one would see thick black leather boots. He looks his age, along with tanned skin. A short scruffy beard, along with short-Buzzed, black hair, and thick eyebrows. He has a toned body build- however, he isn't going to be in any body building contests. His chin is more on the pointed side, and he has green eyes.
(this picture, without the gloves, duster and mask)
http://th08.devianta...330-d4cs6e9.jpg
Personality: He is quite prideful, trusting in his own prowess on almost every occasion. He knows when its time to fold, or all in (being both a tactical, but also quite literal metaphor). He isn't one to show his own emotions, or gossip or judge others on the spot. He believes that giving someone a chance at surviving, but besting them is not murder, merely survival of the fittest. No regard for those he doesn't like's lives, but those he does, he will usually keep there safety close in mind. He is one to punch first, ask question later.
In-game RP example:
<Scene> a warn-down post war, abandoned shanty town made of scraps, car parts, and whatever one could find in the wasteland. No fences surrounding it, merely scatters shacks in no certain order. Dead shrubs are occasionally found on the ground, along with empty bullet cases. within most of the shacks, there is a makeshift bed, and some sort of storage unit- either a foot locker, or junk that can be used to store things. Obviously a poor town to live in.
*he cautiously enters the shanty town from the north, treading lightly with a .45 pistol held firmly by his right hand. Eyes remain visualant for any movement*
*After just a few minutes of cautious walking, he finds himself not alone in this ghost town- for another had the same idea. A male ghoul, in fit condition, emerges from the inside of one of the shanty shacks* *They both exchange quick glares before the ghoul reaches for his 10mm pistol he keeps in his belt.
*By the time he can take aim at Don, Don had already pulled the trigger to a quickly aimed shot.
*The bullet was poorly aimed, however. missing the head of the ghoul by not much. This, giving the ghoul his chance, he pulls the trigger panicky*
*The shot landing Don in the shoulder- resulting in a stagger back as he re-aims for the ghoul*
*The ghoul quickly dives behind the same shack, using it as cover*
*Now with both of there angle of vision blocked, Don takes this chance to get to cover behind a different shack not far from the ghouls. With his shot arm, his body is slightly shaky to the pain. Resulting in his aim to be off*
*They exchange gunfire. Both taking a few hits*
*The ghoul does not want to die today, but neither does Don. He finally shouts out, trying to end this conflict*
{Don} Dumba*s! Hold your fire, and I'll hold mine!.
*the ghoul then responds hesitantly, speaking in his raspy, decayed voice*
{ghoul} ...I Kill you! Hear me! this town is mine! *with the anger in his voice, provoked by the pain of multiple non-fatal gunshot wounds.
*Don quickly moves from around the corner of the shack he was covered behind. Slowly moving towards the ghoul as he keeps his aim to where the ghoul was covered behind. His other hand clasping his bleeding shoulder tightly, face muscles flinching occasionally to the pain.
*The ghoul then makes a risky move, and turns the corner sharply*
*As he takes aim at Don; Don fires his already aimed shot*
*Pining the ghoul in the right eye, sending him backwards, limp and dead*
*With this, Don spits on the ground in the corpse's direction as it's blood begins to slowly flow out- creating a scarlet puddle in the dirt. He lowers his pistol slowly. Speaking lowly, pained*
{Don} ..f*cker
Background: Don was born into a poor family, having a single brother two years older than him, and young parents in a unstable relationship. His father was a guard to this town- its location being Orange county, California. Just a few miles out from LA. His mother was a merchant and a prospector, selling to drifters passing through the town, or those who lived in the town. As he was raised, he would receive little attention, having an older brother who bested him in everything. When he reached the age of 11, he decided he wont be living in his brothers shadow any longer, and challenged him to a fight. Being two years younger, he lost this fight to his brother. His anger toward him only growing. He began spending most of his time with a friend of his fathers, a fellow guard. With him, he began to get the attention every boy wants. Learning how to take apart, and re-assemble small firearms, as well as shoot. His brother saw him moving towards the path of guns, and decided he will best him once again. A few months of Don practicing hard on improving his aim passed by, however, no match for his older brother. With his anger growing by the day towards his older brother, he decided to try another thing, prospecting. By now, he was 14, having a healthy build. He joined his mother as she went out, oftentimes into the ruin's of LA. His brother, once again, saw him working towards a new skill, and joined in as well. After a few trips into the ruins of LA, Don finally snapped. As there mother was looting in a room across the hall, Don and his brother were in a bedroom of a apartment building- Don suddenly pulled his pistol on his older brother. As he slowly moved towards him, shouting at how his entire life he just wanted to finally be better then him at him at something, his brother meets an open window. Nearly falling to his death, but catching the ledge. As he hung there, screaming for help, Don watched his brother hang on for his life. Then firing a round into his brothers hand- causing his hold to break, and plummet six stories to his death. His mother quickly rushed to the scene at the sound of yelling, only arriving in time to find Don standing at the window quietly as he gazed down at the corpse. Pistol remaining in hand. After this, he was outcasted by his parents. They feared him. They didn't want him. So with this, he decided he was done with them. Done with that town. He left with a trading caravan one day, heading north, towards Bakersfield. without a goodbye to his parents, he started a new life. He found nothing of interest in Bakersfield, and continued on. Making a decision to stay with the caravan, and work as a guard. With that, he traveled around quite a bit. The Mojave desert, the ruins of San Diego, Fresno, and so on. By the age of 22, he decided it was time he left the caravan. Drifting solo from here on out. Making due with what he had. Some time passed before he decided to head back to his home town- Although choosing to not enter the town. Instead, he went back into the ruins of LA. There, he found where his brother had fallen from the apartment. As he gathered his thoughts over if he shouldn't have, a large pack of ghouls found them self's face to face with Don. They rushed him. He knew he couldn't win, and ran. He retreated into a prison there in LA. Only to find raiders held up. he took a few out, but with taking a few shots. Managing to make it into there armory. It was in there, he knew the raiders were coming for him. He couldn't run, he was trapped. Making the decision to gear himself up with what remained in the armor, and hold his ground. With taking a few non-critical shots, he rained victorious over the raiders. His position and experience gave him a edge. He managed to kill off the dozen that had swarmed him. Buying him time to slip out of the prison with many gunshot wounds. It was then he did a makeshift patch up, having had a single stimpact on him, and some medical wrap to temporarily path himself up, limped his was back to his home town. Arriving in terrible condition. Parents not even recognizing him- however, his old friend, the guard, remembered him. It was there he was patched up, and recovered. A few years of this passed before he was ready to move on to bigger and better things- Deciding to head north, towards San Francisco. Hoping to find action, wealth, and power.
Power up vault boy 3000
(Posted a second time, hopefully I fixed everything! So sorry for the Camp McCarren mistake... I feel like a total idiot.
OOC:
IGN: Flex654
Age: 13
Time you can dedicate: I've got almost the entire summer! 50 hours a week?
Why us?: I'm a previous member of the Akavir role-play, and veteran of many fallout role-plays, and, believe it or not, I have NEVER seen San Francisco been done before, so this promises to be interesting!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing is the fulfillment of a role that is created for a character in a respected universe. This role can be fulfilled in the physical or virtual world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is using out-of-character information in-character to give your character a strategic or physical advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is giving your character or role "god-like" powers, rendering them capable to preform tasks not humanly possible. This includes making your character immortal, killing 20 people with one blow, smashing heads clean off people's bodies, etc.
Did you join our website? Yep!
IC: (I hope this is okay, I can change it later, I just thought it would be fun to mock some immigration papers up.)
Name: Daniel Blackwater
Nickname: (Optional) Alias: Dan, Dave
Age: 32
Gender: <s>M</s> / F (Male)
Appearance: (Below is the appearance form, I hope this is okay for an application.)
Complexion: Olive
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Hair Type: Straight, short.
Skin Tone: Golden Bronze/Bronze Beige ( Link Removed )
]Notable Features: large scar on right eye, grimy skin, covered in dust/dirt/etc.
Personality: Daniel can be somewhat determined and focused on his job and doing the best work possible. He believes strongly in the orders and duties of the NCR, and is driven to fulfill them fully. He is hard-working, and is best paired in a team. Apart from his work, he is charismatic, and at times a bit foolish.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
<Dan_Blackwater>: *walks into a dusty old general store, holstering his shotgun.*
<Vendor>: Aye, 'ello there. Lookin' to spend a few caps, ey?
<Dan_Blackwater>: You sell ammo?
<Vendor>: Eh? 'Ure, all types! 'Est in dah wastes, eheh!
<Dan_Blackwater>: Great, give me .12 gauge, 100 shells, slug.
<Vendor>: Woah woah woooah! We 'ot dem slugs, 'ourse, buh, dah thang is, dey're expensive! 2 'aps a chell!
<Dan_Blackwater>: *looks away for a moment, as if he has slightly better things to be doing, then slams a bag of caps on the counter.* 100 slugs, .12 ga. We clear?
<Vendor>: *stares wide-mouthed at the bag of caps.* Aye sir, 'righ 'way sir!
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) (NOTE: Will immediately apply for an NCR position as soon as this application is accepted.) Daniel was born in a small shack in Salt Lake City, Utah, in 2247. His mother was of NCR origins, while his father was more of a meager brahmin herder. While Daniel's father wished for him to carry on a new family tradition of brahmin herding, Dan always expressed an interest in the NCR. While his father was upset at his son, who wasn't eager to carry down the new family tradition, Daniel's mother taught him how to protect himself from the wasteland, and the importance of the NCR. When Daniel was 14 years old, his father became sick with radiation and died quietly in his sleep. His father no longer there to keep the household running, Daniel gained most of the families money from herding his father's few left brahmin and producing necessary food for the populace. At the age of 18, Daniel enlisted into the NCR, finding himself hating the Brahmin trade more and more, and feeling like he was destined to better help the wasteland. Daniel was then shipped off to the Boneyard shortly after enlisting to assist in the re-establishment in the city. In 2077, after roughly 12 years of work in the Boneyard, Daniel was transferred to McCarren to assist in the NCR - Great Khan war, and participated in the Bitter Springs massacre. (NOTE: Dan would have also participated in the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, but I was unsure of canon events and such here, so I didn't say it.) At the age of 32, Blackwater received a transfer to the new NCR site being founded, over in San Francisco - upon first decline, Blackwater was forced to transfer due to lack of experienced personnel. Blackwater now lives and serves in the NCR's San Francisco base, and writes letters to his mother, who is currently stationed in Oregon as a Specter.
*Powers up Vault Boy 3000*
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(Done! Hope that's better.)
Awesome, thank you for fixing all my requests. Now I can say, “Welcome to the city by the bay!”
-Your definitions are ok except your RP definition which is a little lacking. Think of what you do personally when you RP
-I like your grammar
-Your character like democracy but not capitalism? (His disapproval for the desire of “currency”)
-Your RP example was alright but I’d prefer that it were in a more role play/ minecraft setting rather than a storytelling format like, “ I quickly awoke Jack, he got into Position on the First Floor, and I covered him from the top Floor of the Motel” instead try
*I quickly awaken Jack*
*Jack gets into position on the first floor*
*I cover him from the top floor*
This shows me what your RP on the server will be like and is more realistic for the context of minecraft RP.
-lol Snookie
-If he’s highly intelligent, why didn’t he like math and science?
-I like your character but San Francisco is only mainly populated by the Shi and Hubologists so there aren’t that many people as described in your backstory.
Until you fix these corrections and inconsistencies I’ll have to say, for now, you are
No. We use text for roleplay and combat.
Every once in a while, possibly (I'm no certified source), we may have a pvp or pve event. But it would be rare.
-Reread the rules on the Forums, you’re missing something
-We’d like it if you joined the site so you can contribute and keep updated with server related news
- In your character’s personality, does he have any mannerisms? What is his demeanor around others?
-For your RP example, I’d prefer if you put your writing into a minecraft setting/ roleplay setting rather than a storytelling format. The RP example is meant to show us how you will role play on the server. Try acting as if each character had turns.
-It stated in the application form to use dialogue in the RP example, please follow instructions.
-Your backstory is a bit short and leaves out several details. How did he get to San Francisco? How did he escape the vault? Where was vault 4?
Until you fix these corrections, for now, I have to say you are
IGN: cianann1212
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: As long as I still find the server fun.
Why us?: I wanted to try out another server by Angel.
Define Role-Playing in your words:Taking on the role of a fiction character acting and reacting as they would[.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC information,IC.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Forcing and action on another or doing something you can't possibly do.
Did you join our website? Been on it a long time.
IC:
Name: Sammy Rulian
Nickname: Sam
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has Dark Brow Hair,Blue Eyes,Scars on his left cheek,He wears and industrial helmet-mask,straps made of leather(Going across his chest),tire on his right shoulder and clothed celt.
Personality:He has a soft and kind heart,But he is rather weak by himself so he runs with bandits and other such things to keep him safe.He would only start a fight if he need to.He has manners to people he knows who have power or will have it..Or could kill him.He thinks what is best for him only thinking of others if he can spare it.He would act friendly to most though.
In-game RP example:
*Set outside of megaton,no one around*
*John swings his fist into the jaw of Harry*
*Harry recoils going on his hands and knees not used to this kind of treatment,being only nimble figure*
Harry:"You ass,Wait until my brother gets you!"
*John aims a kick into between the legs Harry*
*Harry goes down on the ground,rolling in pain*
John:"Look whos the ass now.
*Set in the exit of a train tunnel,the man trying to get out by the maintenance entrance*
*The Bullet hits by the side of Lucas's head,going into the the wall*
*The Manic laughs at his near kill,reloading his rifle*
*Lucas runs through the all way,kicking rubble and trash as he runs*
*The Manic reloads his rifle,firing again*
*The bullet hits lucas,he falls to the ground as blood pours from his leg*
*The Manic laughs running up to him*
*Lucas crawls away as fast as he can,not going very far*
*The Manic puts his foot on Lucas's back forcing him down*
*Lucas squirms,failing to break free*
*The Manic takes out a fire axe and goes to swing it into the side of his head*
*His head breaks open,blood and gore coming out*
*The Manic laughs as he watches life seed away from him*
Background: He grew up in Vault 91,Which was made as standered vault but with a Workshop and Armory. As all vaults was a experiment of some kind and this ones was Technology and Weapons. Sammys mother and father were both Gunsmiths,His father a little on the alcoholic side.But he saw a greater interest in Tech then he did weapons.His father would always try push him towards gun smithing so he knew a little about it.Though there was a few sets of Recon Armour(Recon Armour was in vaults ),Sammy had learned a great understanding of it.His first weapon ever made was a .308 Hunting rifle,He learned the insides and out of that weapon,he made the stock from metal and painted the barrel a dark crimson red.When he was young he struggled with making bullets,something so small was hard for him to get right,by he managed to get in right later on with his life.He experimented on what guns he could make,miss matching parts and bullets to see if they would work,but more then a couple of times die he nearly kill himself or another person. When Sammy was 19 the people of the vault managed to convince the Overseer that the vault should be opened.When it was opened the most younglings scattered to the winds in search of adventure and fortunes or to find the guns outside of the vault.
Sammy was one of these.He so ran into a group of raiders who instead of killing him a first made him try to prove his worth,which he did in full arming them with weapons and armours,They only had one gun and a range of blunt and sharp close range weapons.With their new weapons they attacked a NCR caravan.Least to say the NCR were angered,they sent in troops to kill the troublesome group.Sammy barely escaped with his life,he want on wandering for years after that until he came upon San Francisco.
*Powers up pit boy 3000(100,000,000 if you get the ref :P)*
Fixed,I guess.