Time you can dedicate: Depends, I moderate a survival server called MoonCraft, so I would say maybe an hour two every other day or more.
Why us?: I used to play another fallout RP and that died, so I am looking for another serious RP server to engage in.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Interactive storytelling. The thrill of fighting bandits, the pride of completing quests, and the guilt of failing those you protect, all of this and more experienced and shared by the players.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using things you hear or learn OC for your own gain. Ex. Reading plans on a forum and telling your troop that plan.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic things like throwing yourself off a cliff while tied up or killing people with your mind.
IC:
Name: Markus Bizchinton
Nickname: Cell Block (He left his old name with his old life.)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: A blonde tall man in a modified enclave power light power armor. An old world flag that has seen as much wear and tear as him hangs from his back. He has solar panels on his back for powering his suit.
Personality: A very justice and revenge driven person. He has a lot of bottled up emotions that constantly threaten to explode into rage. He fears imprisonment almost as much as he fears abandonment. He is cold and logical around men, but loosens up and becomes flirtatious around women. He is indeed a lady killer (Yes I mean the perk...). He is indeed self-conscious and just a little paranoid at times.
In-game RP example: The strangest sight to ever be seen in the lowly saloon on this beaten path, a man in blue power armor. But he isn't Brotherhood, so what is he? The bartender and just about every drunk in the bar is wondering the same thing. He walks up to the bar ignoring the looks from the people. He ask the bartender:
"I'll have a whiskey and some mentats if you have 'em."
"Comin' up Mr.....?"
"Cell Block, just Cell Block."
"Okay Mr. Cell Block, a whiskey and some mentats coming up."
The man removes his helmet and inhales deeply. One can only breath recycled air for so long. The whiskey and mentats are set in front of him and he places some caps on the bar. He downs the whiskey and pops a mentat before placing them in an armored pack built into his suit. The door to the saloon swings open as the local NCR deserters that showed up not too long after vegas fell walk into the bar. Eyes go from the armored man to the gang then back to the armored man. The leader, a scarred man by the name of Rat Fur, walks up to the armored man. He eyes him and Cell Block orders some mentats for the road, he places some caps on the bar. Rat Fur says:
"You are a little short there buddy."
"No I'm not, 12 caps for some mentats."
"Well in this town there is a 50 cap "Don't kill me please" tax. Now how 'bout you pay up?"
"How 'bout I don't?"
The NCR gangsters pull out their pistols, the civilians run for the hills.
"We are gonna ask you one more time, pay up. I don't want to waste any ammo on you."
"And here is my answer, activate psycho injection system."
Before Rat fur can react Cell Block gives him a mouth full of power fist. Cell Block puts his helmet back on and activates VATS. 65% chance of succeeding in taking out the rest, those odds will have to do. Cell Block delivers a blow to one's stomach causing internal damage. He hears a bullet or two bounce off his chest piece. One hits a joint in his arm and pain shoots through shoulder. Stimpaks inject automatically to heal the injury. Cell Block back hands the shooter before nailing him in the head with a swift skull crushing blow. Maybe it is time for him to go. He walks over to the bar where the bartender is cowering and sets a handful of caps down.
"This should cover the little mess I made."
Cell Block keeps on walking toward Utah, maybe life will be better there.
Background: Cell Block used to be a peaceful wastelander in Nevada. Then he met Vicky. She was the prettiest sight one ever set eyes on. Vicky was coming through his town when she stopped at the general store he worked at under the most unbearable SOB in the entire wasteland. He made chit chat with Vicky before asking her what she was in town for. She said she was running a shipment for some traders. Being the Lady Killer Cell Block was (and still is) he began flirting. One thing lead to another and pretty soon he and Vicky were doing somethings that don't really need explaining... Cell Block left his little town to travel with his new love Vicky. He learned that what they were moving was energy weapons of the Van Graffs. Cell Block made himself useful with his knowledge of fixing things and of guns to repair regular lead spittin' guns for sale. Together he and Vicky made a living. Vicky always wore her Power Fist when they were on the road. When it would start to fail her Cell Block would fix it. He modified it several times to get it right to its max.
Then one day while moving down by Sloan a group of armored thugs going by the name of the Brotherhood of Steel captured them and took their power weapons. Vicky and him put up a fight, but their armor was too strong. Cell Block was imprisoned for what felt like years (He lost the time early on.) He learned that Vicky had tried to escape and was killed. That broke Cell Block, he spiraled into depression. Then when he could no longer feel sadness he felt rage. He vowed to get his revenge. When the second battle of hoover dam happened he booked it right out of the Brotherhood base and nabbed Vicky's Power Fist and some of his gear from a container in the prison and a suit of armor that they were running tests on. It used to belong to a group called the enclave. It was long and hard, trail and error learning how to work the suit. But he learned, and one day he got a letter telling of Utah and the wonders it held there. Cell Block knew vegas was dead and he began traveling Utah bound. His oath stood true, as much did his hate of the Brotherhood. That is all that he brought with him of his old life other than his gear. He changed his name to Cell Block and moved on. Markus Bizchinton is dead, Only his hate lives on.
Time you can dedicate: Depends, I moderate a survival server called MoonCraft, so I would say maybe an hour two every other day or more.
Why us?: I used to play another fallout RP and that died, so I am looking for another serious RP server to engage in.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Interactive storytelling. The thrill of fighting bandits, the pride of completing quests, and the guilt of failing those you protect, all of this and more experienced and shared by the players.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using things you hear or learn OC for your own gain. Ex. Reading plans on a forum and telling your troop that plan.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic things like throwing yourself off a cliff while tied up or killing people with your mind.
IC:
Name: Markus Bizchinton
Nickname: Cell Block (He left his old name with his old life.)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: A blonde tall man in a modified enclave power light power armor. An old world flag that has seen as much wear and tear as him hangs from his back. He has solar panels on his back for powering his suit.
Personality: A very justice and revenge driven person. He has a lot of bottled up emotions that constantly threaten to explode into rage. He fears imprisonment almost as much as he fears abandonment. He is cold and logical around men, but loosens up and becomes flirtatious around women. He is indeed a lady killer (Yes I mean the perk...). He is indeed self-conscious and just a little paranoid at times.
In-game RP example: The strangest sight to ever be seen in the lowly saloon on this beaten path, a man in blue power armor. But he isn't Brotherhood, so what is he? The bartender and just about every drunk in the bar is wondering the same thing. He walks up to the bar ignoring the looks from the people. He ask the bartender:
"I'll have a whiskey and some mentats if you have 'em."
"Comin' up Mr.....?"
"Cell Block, just Cell Block."
"Okay Mr. Cell Block, a whiskey and some mentats coming up."
The man removes his helmet and inhales deeply. One can only breath recycled air for so long. The whiskey and mentats are set in front of him and he places some caps on the bar. He downs the whiskey and pops a mentat before placing them in an armored pack built into his suit. The door to the saloon swings open as the local NCR deserters that showed up not too long after vegas fell walk into the bar. Eyes go from the armored man to the gang then back to the armored man. The leader, a scarred man by the name of Rat Fur, walks up to the armored man. He eyes him and Cell Block orders some mentats for the road, he places some caps on the bar. Rat Fur says:
"You are a little short there buddy."
"No I'm not, 12 caps for some mentats."
"Well in this town there is a 50 cap "Don't kill me please" tax. Now how 'bout you pay up?"
"How 'bout I don't?"
The NCR gangsters pull out their pistols, the civilians run for the hills.
"We are gonna ask you one more time, pay up. I don't want to waste any ammo on you."
"And here is my answer, activate psycho injection system."
Before Rat fur can react Cell Block gives him a mouth full of power fist. Cell Block puts his helmet back on and activates VATS. 65% chance of succeeding in taking out the rest, those odds will have to do. Cell Block delivers a blow to one's stomach causing internal damage. He hears a bullet or two bounce off his chest piece. One hits a joint in his arm and pain shoots through shoulder. Stimpaks inject automatically to heal the injury. Cell Block back hands the shooter before nailing him in the head with a swift skull crushing blow. Maybe it is time for him to go. He walks over to the bar where the bartender is cowering and sets a handful of caps down.
"This should cover the little mess I made."
Cell Block keeps on walking toward Utah, maybe life will be better there.
Background: Cell Block used to be a peaceful wastelander in Nevada. Then he met Vicky. She was the prettiest sight one ever set eyes on. Vicky was coming through his town when she stopped at the general store he worked at under the most unbearable SOB in the entire wasteland. He made chit chat with Vicky before asking her what she was in town for. She said she was running a shipment for some traders. Being the Lady Killer Cell Block was (and still is) he began flirting. One thing lead to another and pretty soon he and Vicky were doing somethings that don't really need explaining... Cell Block left his little town to travel with his new love Vicky. He learned that what they were moving was energy weapons of the Van Graffs. Cell Block made himself useful with his knowledge of fixing things and of guns to repair regular lead spittin' guns for sale. Together he and Vicky made a living. Vicky always wore her Power Fist when they were on the road. When it would start to fail her Cell Block would fix it. He modified it several times to get it right to its max.
Then one day while moving down by Sloan a group of armored thugs going by the name of the Brotherhood of Steel captured them and took their power weapons. Vicky and him put up a fight, but their armor was too strong. Cell Block was imprisoned for what felt like years (He lost the time early on.) He learned that Vicky had tried to escape and was killed. That broke Cell Block, he spiraled into depression. Then when he could no longer feel sadness he felt rage. He vowed to get his revenge. When the second battle of hoover dam happened he booked it right out of the Brotherhood base and nabbed Vicky's Power Fist and some of his gear from a container in the prison and a suit of armor that they were running tests on. It used to belong to a group called the enclave. It was long and hard, trail and error learning how to work the suit. But he learned, and one day he got a letter telling of Utah and the wonders it held there. Cell Block knew vegas was dead and he began traveling Utah bound. His oath stood true, as much did his hate of the Brotherhood. That is all that he brought with him of his old life other than his gear. He changed his name to Cell Block and moved on. Markus Bizchinton is dead, Only his hate lives on.
Nukacola is tasty, sorry, forgot.
Very good job on this application! Hope to see you soon on the server!
try#10
ign:darthdubstep
age:im going to be 16 on may 27
time i can play:most of the weekends and weekdays
Why us?: i think you do a great job mantaining the server, and it looks great and finished also I love fallout
Define role-play: I would say roll playing in not being yourself but going into someone's life and playing it as your own like they're actually alive also gives you the chance to be and do things you would not be able to do in the life or player you're living at the moment it's to get away and do what you want to do make a new friend be evil good a loner whatever it's up to you
metagameing: basically, it's knowing stuff your character cannot possibly know like how there is a bunker directly under the house on first street and there are food guns and people living there. However, mostly using occ to help them throughout the game
Power-gaming: power gaming like punching holes into players like without an effort or killing everyone around with a twitch of a finger or making everyone drink nuka-cola afterwards saying you put poison in it, and if they become your slave you will give then the antidote.
name:graves
Nickname:xero
Age:22
gender:male
Appearance:wearing old black clothes brown hair, blue eyes, mask over his mouth 5.9 hood down
Personality: clam mellow like mood did not want to get noticed often he keeps quiet usually but is nice and friendly once you get to know him loyal and fights for what he thinks is right but to prefer to keep out of the local fractions fights also thinks nuka cola is tasty.
1.in game rp: as I sit there with my hand's bond with rope, I hear foot steps closing in on my position (door breaks down) I looked over the desk to find four raiders in the hallway. [raider leader] " come out xero we know you're here we fallowed the blood trail right to you" I look down to see my wound bleeding on my side [xero] "dame did not even notice that my wound was bleeding IM going to have to think fast to get out of this alive. As I look around for something to find to cut my ropes I knock over a book [gang leader] "there he is kill him" as he yells to his raiders I start to run as bullets are flying passed my head, I see one of them has my sniper and my backpack full of my gear. I hide behind a broken desk to think my next move when the one with the backpack rushes me [raider with the backpack]" IM going to kill you!!!" As he swings my sniper at me "I do not have enough time to move" as I think so myself as the sniper hits me in my leg, and I fall to the ground [raider with the back pack] " time to die" as he reloads the rifle then I see an open elevator shaft and think to myself this is my last chance, but before I have time to react, he pulls the trigger! (gun gets jammed) Now's my chance, I get up and tackle him into the elevator shaft landing on top of him on the elevator; I punch him in the face and grab my back pack my gun. I hit my gun with my fist (bullet pops out of the gun. As I go to stand up (a sharp pain goes into the side my leg) [xero] "AGHHH!!" By that time, I noticed I had broken my leg in the fall I start to limp out the elevator when the raider leader, and the other one burst threw the door. [xero] " great you two again" (they start to open fire at me as I duck back into the elevator shaft (I check my gun only three bullets left) [xero] "sigh looks like my luck is about to run out" I say to myself then I notice one raider foot sticking out I aim down my sights and shoot him in the foot [raider leader ] "AGHHHH" the other one pops up, and I get a head shot. I limp over the raider leader and he spits on my boot, I hit him in the head with my rifle and take back my knife [xero] " this knife was eves. Where is she " as a say as I walk through the door into the wasteland [raider leader] "you will never find her" as he starts to laugh[xero] "looks like IM going to have to kill you one by one ... Someone's going to talk."
Background:after spending after spend 18 years of his life in a vault his girl friend Eve got a disease that only an herb can cure. Knowing she did not have a lot of time graves set out for the wasteland to find the herb to cure her and told his best friend cam to look after her. After a week of looting around graves found the herb under a car and set back for the vault. When he got back cam was waiting at him and after handing over the herb cam pulled out a gun and shoots graves in the stomach. At deaths, door graves played dead until cam left after the vault closing graves walked and found shelter in an abandon hotel knowing he would never see the vault or Eve again he pulled a ring from his pocket. He was going to ask Eve to marry him when he got back putting the ring on his finger afterwards he passed out. When he woke not knowing seven days have passed after that raiders had found his body and were looting it. When he started to move they pulled a knife from his shirt and were going to kill him when a rifles shoot that came from the house down the street and killed the man with the knife. Then when graves started to stand up, something hit him in the back of the head knocking him out once more. When he woke up he found women with pink long hair looked only 18 tending to his wounds. Graves couldn't remember anything she said that a book case fell on top of him in the fight. She also told him that the wound he got has made him a type one diabetic making him monitor his blood sugar levels for the rest of his life. His head was pounding and Everything was fuzzy in his mind, he in addition could not remember his name, so the first thing that popped into his head was xero not knowing that was his favorite character in the manga Eve gave to him on his 18 birthday. Still wounded the women said that he could travel with her, she told him her name was cc. After a year in the wasteland, she was shot in a fight trying help xero out of some rubble, after a raider tossed a stick of TNT into the building xero and cc where staying in for the night. After she was shot xero grabbed her sniper and killed the raider afterwards Eve started to tug on xero arm started to cry she next told him that she was Eve and shortly after he was shot, she found out and went to look for him. Everything came to him his name the past. Everything came back to him in a flash he started to cry knowing she gave up everything for him the vault, safety, food, water, shelter staying by his side to the ends even though his memories were gone. He was in shock that his love of his life was right beside him the whole time helping him. Then he started to hear footsteps coming in their direction, she told him to leave her and give her a gun and her knife to help cover his escape knowing she would not live through the wounds she took by the gun he started to run taking her sniper with him. [gunshots ring out, in the distance, ] after the battle he went back for Eve but noticed she was not there just a blood pool and an empty first-aid kit. There was a note with cams writing in the blood. Saying that he wanted Eve alive and to bring her to Utah. at the present time armed with Eve's sniper, he walks through the wastelands to Utah waiting for the right time to revenge on cam and also looking for Eve. However, as he reaches the border of Utah, he notices the ncr have posted checkpoints to contain the traffic in and out of Utah [xero]"i have come to far to quit now I need to find a way to get into Utah and save Eve" [ncr trooper] "hey you. What is your business in this land" [xero] "my fiancee was captured and was brought to this city you must let me pass" [ncr trooper] " I will have to get clearance from by captain" as xero looks down on the city he only hopes he can get to Eve on time? [xero] " I need to find some nuka cola... Its tasty"
Time you can dedicate:
It depends on wether or not I"m enjoying myself for the most part. From what I can see, this will hopefully be of some quality, to which I can probably dedicate a good two hours a day. If I really get into it, I can spend hours.
Why us?:
I decided to apply for this server because things are getting kind of stale on another RP server I"m a part of (Lord of the Craft) and I've decided I should join a second server for a nice alternative. I made the decision to search for a Fallout RP server because I've been getting back into the series recently. While I've already played through Fallout 3, New Vegas, and a good portion of Fallout 1 before, it's been a while, so I'm going at it again. This prompted me to search for a Minecraft server pertaining to it, as I truly love Minecraft RP. Another reason was that as Lord of the Craft is a fantasy and not a sci-fi, it'll be more fun, since I already know there's no better fantasy medieval RP than LotC and it'll be worth a try.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
To roleplay is to immerse yourself into the life of a character in a fictional environment. While roleplaying, one would exclusively portray their character and not themselves, unless a statement is specified to be Out of Character, however excessive OOC in a roleplay environment is generally frowned upon, and Teamspeak is a good OOC alternative.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is using information obtained OOC in-character in order to gain an unfair advantage. If I learned OOC of a hidden NCR bunker underneath some rubble off the coast the Great Salt Lake and went there in-game without somehow learning about it in-character, it would be metagaming. In the case of using two characters, (though I'm not sure if that's allowed on this server.) information gained by one character that is then used by the other character is also metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is unrealistic impowering your character in order to gain an advantage. If I was fighting 20 men and I said my character had the ability to do something stupidly overpowered and useful like "I can instantly kill everyone if there just happens to be 20 of them." Although that's a rather extreme example, that's pretty much the basics of it. It's rather annoying.
IC:
Name: Vito Constantius
Nickname: 'Vit'
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Vito is of average build, he's not incredibly muscular, or too skinny. He has light blonde hair, and he wears some old pre-war clothes he scavanged from a car on one of the highways on the way to Utah, while before he wore another set that was beginning to deteriorate. He has fair skin and light green eyes.
Personality:
Vito is friendly, but rather cautious. He knows that in the wasteland, even when you think you can trust someone, you can always wind up with a minigun between your shoulder blades. Unless you're allied with him (Once or if he chooses a faction) or get to know him, he'll generally just do what he needs to do, make a deal with you, say hi, etc.,and then leave as soon as there's nothing important left to be said.
In Fallout terms I'd give him good karma, but not very good karma. He has a sense of justice and right and wrong, and may often go out of his way to help people, but if he knew he was in danger, he wouldn't stick around to help without some serious persuasion. He may over the course of whatever story I wind up with, become very good or possibly even neutral, but it's all about where the RP takes me.
In-game RP example:
*Vito walks into a bar in a small town composed of several scrap-heap shacks.*
Barkeeper: Ey', stranger. You 'ere to buy? We got all kinds o' booze. Some o' the good stuff. Just some jet and med-x. We got one bottle o' buffout if you got the caps.
Vito: I'll take some scotch, please. No chems.
*rustles around in his jacket pocket, feeling around for a good 12 caps or so in compensation*
Vito: Here you are sir.
Barkeeper: Here ya go. Don't spill it on meh carpet. It's from the original buildin'.
*Vito drinks a good amount out of the flask, putting the flask into his coat pocket and sitting, listening to the jukebox and the sound of groaning brahmin*
Vito: So what's the story of this place?
Barkeeper: Well, a few generations back, we found the remnants o' an ol' trailer park here. Only a few trailers survived and dose' went for some nice caps. The rest of us live in dese' shacks. We mostly got alcohol, da brahmin and a bit of moonshine fer' profit.
Vito: Interesting. Listen, I gotta get going. It's a long road.
Barkeeper: See yer.
Background:
Vito was born to a few content wastelanders from Nipton, though he has since lost contact with them when he was 22. He grew up a relatively normal boy. He was taught some decent morals, but also that trust is a hard thing to dish out nowadays. Like the average wastelander, he learned how to use a gun in his teenage years. Though he doesn't know it, his parents are dead, and he probably wouldn't have cared anyway, since he's been gone so long. He lived out his days traveling around the west coast, until recently. Recently, he heard tell of Utah.
It wasn't long until he foresaw where the new boom-towns would be, and he wanted in if for nothing more than to find a purpose in life. He seeks out the Salt Lake region in hopes of a new future. He doesn't know if that future lies with a major West Coast power such as the Brotherhood of Steel or the New California Republic. He doesn't know if that future lies in an independent town or as an independent man, all he knows is he is drawn to The Beehive State.
Why us?: I saw BlueScope was a whiteliter, I remembered him from another Rp server (Wont mention, you know, the rules)
Define Role-Playing in your own words: When you assume control of a character, possibly of your own creation and live thier lives.
Define Meta-gaming in your own words: Using OOC information IC to your advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your own words: Forcing a situation upon another player where they cannot succeed IC.
E.g *Nick fires his eye laser, rustling all of Alex's jimmies*
IC
Name: Elias Whyte, Arthus
Nickname: Elias' nickname is One-Eye (Guess why) , Arthus doesn't have one.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: one-eyed, eyepatch covering eye. Visor on good eye to improve vision capabilities. Wears old doctors fatigues.
Personality: Elias is rather quiet yet becomes more confident when lives are put at risk. He shares his mind with another personality,
Arthus who is the more confident, violent and agressive than Elias.
Background:
During his childhood Elias travelled over the legth and breadth of Europe with his parents; Vanger and Harriet Whyte, who were
researching the old world from before the nuclear war. As they travelled, Elias' family met others who were also interested in prewar
technology, Elias was never told who they were, all he could remember was that they wore huge metal suits. After a few months the
people in armour lost interest in Elias' parents and leaft them to once again travel the wastes alone. Later in his life his mother
contracted a disease which slowly wasted away at her digestive system and eventually killed her, leaving Elias and Vanger to continue
on there own. A few years after the death of Harriet, on Elias' 16th birthday, his father Vanger was killed by a ghoul when trying to
save Elias from a Cazador swarm. Elias survived the encounter but in the attack he lost his eye. Soon after leaving his parents memory
behind he found himself working in a clinic under the study and care of Doctor Jeremiah Darts. During his stay there he learned some
basic surgery skills, something he was not very good but he found his speciality was genetics and DNA engineering which was much to
the delight of his guardian. After a few years of working at the clinic, it was raided by a troop of supermutants, killing most of the
staff including Jeremiah. At this loss of family Elias decided to once again set off into the wastes in search of a new peice of the
world to call home.
In-game RP example:
*Elias is in the ruins of the clinic, just about to leave forever*
Elias look to the old, ruined clinic one last time before he leaves it behind him for good. A singe solitary tear trickles down hi
face. Elias scatches at his head, just above his missing eye, inhakes sharply and turns his back to his old life and begins to walk
along a cracked, blood stained road.
"I guess this is it then" Elias mutters to himself, more to reasure himself than anything else.
Elias had only been walking for an hour or two before he began to develop the feeling that he was being watched, and sure enough
another ten minutes later a man leaped into his path, brandishing a long, serrated blade: a murderous gleam flashed across the man's
face as he shouted to Elias:
"Drop that bag or I drop you" the raider instructs, edging toward the now panicking Elias.
"Please, I do not want any trouble, take it" Elias pleads to the man, as holds his sathel at arms length.
Suddenly Elias demeanour switches, no longer is he scared of the man and taunts him.
"How about you give me that blade?" Elias snarls, advancing toward the murderer.
"You want it, you little f*ck?" ((Is swearing OK?)) The man spits at the now glaring Elias.
The raider charges at Elias swinging wildly. Elias twirls on the spot and smashes his elbow into the man's face, breaking several
teeth from his mouth. After stunnning the man, Elias snatches the knife from his attackers hand and rams it through his chest, sending
a cascade of blood into the air and blanketing the road red. Elias stands there for what seems an age before his stance relaxes, his
heart returning to its normal rate. He drops the blade to the ground as he scrambles away from the corpse, scrabbling to his feet and
running away from the scene.
*Hours later, when Elias has set up a camp within an old service station*
Elias paces the room, muttering frantically.
"What have I done, what happened back there, why-"
He is cut off mid sentence by a mans voice, just a whisper, barely audible above his own panicked breathing.
"Elias.... calm yourself...." The voice whispers
"Where are you!?" Elias shouts, spinning around to locate the source of the voice.
"In here" The voice explains.
This is when Elias realised where the voice was coming from, within his own mind.
"Who are you?" Elias asks, relatively calm considering his recent discovery.
"Arthus, pleased to meet you" he expains, with an almost matter-of-factly tone to his voice. "And you?"
"Elias Whyte, dont you know that already? Being in my head and all." Elias whispers, lowering his voice to avoid any unwanted visitor
hearing him.
"Yes, I just assumed it would worry you by knowing everything about you." Arthus explains, talking as though he was talking to a
child.
"Hmm well yes, I guess" Elias replies "You killed that man, did you not?"
"I did, yes" Artus tells Elias, his tone growing more deadpan than before.
"Why, he was going to leave me- us alone" Elias challenges.
"No, he was just going to take the bag, ensure we had no weapons, then kill us" Arthus explains, holding his deadpan tone.
"So you saved us, then?" Elias asks, his mood lowering dramatically at the news of his near death.
"I did, now get some sleep we will talk more in the morning." Arthus tells Elias, clearly indicating the end of the conversation.
This is not a complete copy of of one of my app from another server, but I am bringing the character over since I liked him (them?) so
much.
Nuka Cola is fothermucking delicious!
Sorry about the format, its either that or there is a bunch of 's everywhere, and I mean everywhere.
Hello, fueledbylava,
I really liked how you killed your parents off, but didn't turn it into a revenge story. Thanks!
Your character has 2 "sides" to it, correct? One being Arthus, the violent one, and the other being Elias.
I hope to see you on the server, fueledbylava.
Good work!
You now are:
P.S If you ever make a in-depth profile, please fix the format. It was kinda hard to read.
Time you can dedicate:
It depends on wether or not I"m enjoying myself for the most part. From what I can see, this will hopefully be of some quality, to which I can probably dedicate a good two hours a day. If I really get into it, I can spend hours.
Why us?:
I decided to apply for this server because things are getting kind of stale on another RP server I"m a part of (Lord of the Craft) and I've decided I should join a second server for a nice alternative. I made the decision to search for a Fallout RP server because I've been getting back into the series recently. While I've already played through Fallout 3, New Vegas, and a good portion of Fallout 1 before, it's been a while, so I'm going at it again. This prompted me to search for a Minecraft server pertaining to it, as I truly love Minecraft RP. Another reason was that as Lord of the Craft is a fantasy and not a sci-fi, it'll be more fun, since I already know there's no better fantasy medieval RP than LotC and it'll be worth a try.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
To roleplay is to immerse yourself into the life of a character in a fictional environment. While roleplaying, one would exclusively portray their character and not themselves, unless a statement is specified to be Out of Character, however excessive OOC in a roleplay environment is generally frowned upon, and Teamspeak is a good OOC alternative.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is using information obtained OOC in-character in order to gain an unfair advantage. If I learned OOC of a hidden NCR bunker underneath some rubble off the coast the Great Salt Lake and went there in-game without somehow learning about it in-character, it would be metagaming. In the case of using two characters, (though I'm not sure if that's allowed on this server.) information gained by one character that is then used by the other character is also metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is unrealistic impowering your character in order to gain an advantage. If I was fighting 20 men and I said my character had the ability to do something stupidly overpowered and useful like "I can instantly kill everyone if there just happens to be 20 of them." Although that's a rather extreme example, that's pretty much the basics of it. It's rather annoying.
IC:
Name: Vito Constantius
Nickname: 'Vit'
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Vito is of average build, he's not incredibly muscular, or too skinny. He has light blonde hair, and he wears some old pre-war clothes he scavanged from a car on one of the highways on the way to Utah, while before he wore another set that was beginning to deteriorate. He has fair skin and light green eyes.
Personality:
Vito is friendly, but rather cautious. He knows that in the wasteland, even when you think you can trust someone, you can always wind up with a minigun between your shoulder blades. Unless you're allied with him (Once or if he chooses a faction) or get to know him, he'll generally just do what he needs to do, make a deal with you, say hi, etc.,and then leave as soon as there's nothing important left to be said.
In Fallout terms I'd give him good karma, but not very good karma. He has a sense of justice and right and wrong, and may often go out of his way to help people, but if he knew he was in danger, he wouldn't stick around to help without some serious persuasion. He may over the course of whatever story I wind up with, become very good or possibly even neutral, but it's all about where the RP takes me.
In-game RP example:
*Vito walks into a bar in a small town composed of several scrap-heap shacks.*
Barkeeper: Ey', stranger. You 'ere to buy? We got all kinds o' booze. Some o' the good stuff. Just some jet and med-x. We got one bottle o' buffout if you got the caps.
Vito: I'll take some scotch, please. No chems.
*rustles around in his jacket pocket, feeling around for a good 12 caps or so in compensation*
Vito: Here you are sir.
Barkeeper: Here ya go. Don't spill it on meh carpet. It's from the original buildin'.
*Vito drinks a good amount out of the flask, putting the flask into his coat pocket and sitting, listening to the jukebox and the sound of groaning brahmin*
Vito: So what's the story of this place?
Barkeeper: Well, a few generations back, we found the remnants o' an ol' trailer park here. Only a few trailers survived and dose' went for some nice caps. The rest of us live in dese' shacks. We mostly got alcohol, da brahmin and a bit of moonshine fer' profit.
Vito: Interesting. Listen, I gotta get going. It's a long road.
Barkeeper: See yer.
Background:
Vito was born to a few content wastelanders from Nipton, though he has since lost contact with them when he was 22. He grew up a relatively normal boy. He was taught some decent morals, but also that trust is a hard thing to dish out nowadays. Like the average wastelander, he learned how to use a gun in his teenage years. Though he doesn't know it, his parents are dead, and he probably wouldn't have cared anyway, since he's been gone so long. He lived out his days traveling around the west coast, until recently. Recently, he heard tell of Utah.
It wasn't long until he foresaw where the new boom-towns would be, and he wanted in if for nothing more than to find a purpose in life. He seeks out the Salt Lake region in hopes of a new future. He doesn't know if that future lies with a major West Coast power such as the Brotherhood of Steel or the New California Republic. He doesn't know if that future lies in an independent town or as an independent man, all he knows is he is drawn to The Beehive State.
Boy, is Nuka-Cola tasty?!
Hello ArcturusLight,
I really liked your definitions of Meta-gaming and Power-gaming.
Could you expand on your background? Does he know of any relevant family? Did he ever have friends, or dangerous encounters?
I am still having problems connecting to the server, is this normal? If so, how long is the usual wait time for whitelisting?Quick little side note, I registered on the server's forums.
I really liked your definitions of Meta-gaming and Power-gaming.
Could you expand on your background? Does he know of any relevant family? Did he ever have friends, or dangerous encounters?
Thank you for looking over your background,
But for now:
So should I just repost an application after editing my background? Or do you get second-chances for server apps here?
Time you can dedicate:
It depends on wether or not I"m enjoying myself for the most part. From what I can see, this will hopefully be of some quality, to which I can probably dedicate a good two hours a day. If I really get into it, I can spend hours.
Why us?:
I decided to apply for this server because things are getting kind of stale on another RP server I"m a part of (Lord of the Craft) and I've decided I should join a second server for a nice alternative. I made the decision to search for a Fallout RP server because I've been getting back into the series recently. While I've already played through Fallout 3, New Vegas, and a good portion of Fallout 1 before, it's been a while, so I'm going at it again. This prompted me to search for a Minecraft server pertaining to it, as I truly love Minecraft RP. Another reason was that as Lord of the Craft is a fantasy and not a sci-fi, it'll be more fun, since I already know there's no better fantasy medieval RP than LotC and it'll be worth a try.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
To roleplay is to immerse yourself into the life of a character in a fictional environment. While roleplaying, one would exclusively portray their character and not themselves, unless a statement is specified to be Out of Character, however excessive OOC in a roleplay environment is generally frowned upon, and Teamspeak is a good OOC alternative.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is using information obtained OOC in-character in order to gain an unfair advantage. If I learned OOC of a hidden NCR bunker underneath some rubble off the coast the Great Salt Lake and went there in-game without somehow learning about it in-character, it would be metagaming. In the case of using two characters, (though I'm not sure if that's allowed on this server.) information gained by one character that is then used by the other character is also metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is unrealistic impowering your character in order to gain an advantage. If I was fighting 20 men and I said my character had the ability to do something stupidly overpowered and useful like "I can instantly kill everyone if there just happens to be 20 of them." Although that's a rather extreme example, that's pretty much the basics of it. It's rather annoying.
IC:
Name: Vito Constantius
Nickname: 'Vit'
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Vito is of average build, he's not incredibly muscular, or too skinny. He has light blonde hair, and he wears some old pre-war clothes he scavanged from a car on one of the highways on the way to Utah, while before he wore another set that was beginning to deteriorate. He has fair skin and light green eyes.
Personality:
Vito is friendly, but rather cautious. He knows that in the wasteland, even when you think you can trust someone, you can always wind up with a minigun between your shoulder blades. Unless you're allied with him or get to know him, he'll generally just do what he needs to do, make a deal with you, say hi, etc.,and then leave as soon as there's nothing important left to be said.
In Fallout terms I'd give him good karma, but not very good karma. He has a sense of justice and right and wrong, and may often go out of his way to help people, but if he knew he was in danger, he wouldn't stick around to help without some serious persuasion. He may over the course of whatever story I wind up with, become very good or possibly even neutral, but it's all about where the RP takes me.
In-game RP example:
*Vito walks into a bar in a small town composed of several scrap-heap shacks.*
Barkeeper: Ey', stranger. You 'ere to buy? We got all kinds o' booze. Some o' the good stuff. Just some jet and med-x. We got one bottle o' buffout if you got the caps.
Vito: I'll take some scotch, please. No chems.
*rustles around in his jacket pocket, feeling around for a good 12 caps or so in compensation*
Vito: Here you are sir.
Barkeeper: Here ya go. Don't spill it on meh carpet. It's from the original buildin'.
*Vito drinks a good amount out of the flask, putting the flask into his coat pocket and sitting, listening to the jukebox and the sound of groaning brahmin*
Vito: So what's the story of this place?
Barkeeper: Well, a few generations back, we found the remnants o' an ol' trailer park here. Only a few trailers survived and dose' went for some nice caps. The rest of us live in dese' shacks. We mostly got alcohol, da brahmin and a bit of moonshine fer' profit.
Vito: Interesting. Listen, I gotta get going. It's a long road.
Barkeeper: See yer.
Background:
Vito was born to two average wastelanders in Nipton, in the Southern Mojave. His childhood was a happy one, and he was well accustomed to the wasteland. While he never learned how to fight, he was well versed in his favored craft. Building. He often was the one called upon in Nipton to fix this or that. Refrigerators, other half-broken appliances, and the occasional gun. He made quick friends with the NCR soldiers that would pass through on patrol every so often, and was even occasionally asked to help out with technical issues down at the Mojave Ranger Outpost a ways west of his home.
Upon contemplation in 2281, he decided what he wanted to do. He was going to join the New California Republic. As if a stroke of luck, though good or bad is left to your opinion, by the time he reached Camp McCarran, smoke already loomed over the horizon. By the time he made it back to Nipton, he was too late. Drying corpses released a pungent odor as he searched for his parents. Though he didn't find them, once Boxcars told him what happened, he accepted the fact that he should be glad that if they died, they died painlessly. He gave up on his ambitions for a time, and began to travel. In Primm, he learned how to shoot a pistol. In Goodsprings, he learned how to tend to brahmin. Soon, he traveled to Freeside to settle down in the big city.
Not long after, he heard tell of Utah. Stories of riches, everyone wanting their piece. Vito realized this was his chance. Utah's the place. The new boom-town. The new center of wealth and excitement in the world. If for no other reason then to find something to put his life into, he travaled to Utah, intent of making something of himself.
Also my swag feel when get on first try when others are on their (10?) one, don't worry I know that feel darth.
Hello, ArcturusLight
The NCR is currently covering suppressing fire, move on to Utah while you can, Stranger!
You have completed all that I requested, thank you!
I hope to see you on the server!
OOC:
IGN: Dualmittens
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: Since school is out for the next few months, i could contribute, eh, i would say 10+ hours a day.
Why us?: I love fallout, and have been RPing fallout on minecraft for a while. My last Fallout server sorta went quite and i need a new story to keep me occupied.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Its the feeling of putting yourself in another's shoes. Forming there life as you move it forth while tons of other players do the same, all the stories interconnecting seamlessly to make a glorious quilt, made up of irradiated, sad, depressing or other wise happy and meaningful stories. As much you want your character to be happy, it isn't about them being happy.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-Gaming has to be one of the most annoying things in RP server, next to Power-Gaming. Meta is when a character learns material OOC then proceeds to use it IC as if they had know all along. Such as you hear of a secret faction, not known by anybody else's IC. You also know there is an IC that will be captured soon to be put into the faction, so you decide to follow them at all times or intend to "Put a homing beacon" on said person. Also another example of Meta would be attempting to sell things OOC.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Ah, Power-Gaming. The sure fire way to spot a noob in an RP server. Power-gaming is when somebody attempts to make themselves "A perfect character", one that is rich, fastest gun shooter, tactical genius, and overall Omnipotent creature roaming the wastes. What i don't think they understand is that attempting to make a perfect character gets exceptionally boring, all characters in a n RP server need some sort of weakness, or downside.
IC:
Name:
Prometheus (Last Name Unknown) ((PS: I didn't name him after that movie. I named him after Greek mythology.)
Nickname: (Optional) The Bird Of Hermes
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
6' 0"
186 Lbs.
The most noticeable feature of Prometheus is his robotic eyes. Gun metal steel, and glowing blue, they run off his central nervous. The rest of his face is rugged, obviously worn down by the endless irradiated winds of the American Wasteland. He sports a slightly untrimmed beard connecting to his hair. His hair, surprisingly clean and flowing, is of a light auburn nature.
His clothing consists of a torn black shirt underneath a white duster. The duster is covered with shoulder pads, elbow pads, and a harness he had found in a gym. On his back, he wears a backpack, where he holds his journal and other necessary items. He wears a cowl to cover his face in dust storms, but usually doesn't need it. He wears black pants, seeing as they were the only ones he could find that fit his 35 length legs.
(I will probably update his look as he travels the Salt Lake City area.)
Personality:
Prometheus is hardworking, crafty, and although being neutral on a karma scale, believes in chivalry.
He may be a trained assassin specializing in long range combat, but he only does jobs he believes are purposeful, to rid the wasteland of a cruel and uncaring man or women, never an innocent. He has experience with technology after his trip to the divide, the place his eyes became destroyed and repaired. His mind is slightly corrupted however, from the divide, and he sometimes makes a move not pertaining to the rest of his level headed attitude.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Blinded by the curse of The Divide, Prometheus stumbles into the nothingness that he perceives.
Prometheus screams and drop to his knees as his hands move up his face to where his eyes used to be.
Falling to the ground, he continues to wail, but softer than before as to not attract the marked men.
"Quite, young man. This is not your hell, and you do not deserve what has happened.", says a mysterious man.
-Still shaking from the pain- "K-kill... m-me....", -as he reaches up at the stranger-
"I shall not kill you, but i shall reincarnate you in with a new life. Prepare, for it shall not be easy...", as Prometheus's hearing beings to fade, and his body becomes limp, he feels himself hit the ground with a thud, but did not feel any of the pain.
--- Many days later ---
-The buzzing of machines (the noise a camera makes when it focuses) can be heard-
Prometheus wakes up, and begins to see light.
"... Uh, my head..." As he reaches to feel the scars of his face now gone.
The silence that surrounds him is startling, and scares him slightly as he gets out of a now unblurring room.
He sees himself in an old hospital near the ruins of Phoenix, with a caravan going by.
"Um, sir... Could you help-"
"Gah, -He raises a gun- Get the **** out of here freak!", a guard says.
"W-what? -He backs up seeing as he is unarmed and naked- Im a human just like you... All im asking is fo-" He is cut off again, but this time by a gunshot.
Prometheus stumbles, and falls to the ground. He feels his stomach and notices a hot liquid poring from him.
"Ah, ****... Uh, move along everyone! He was a raider!"
Prometheus passes out.
Waking up hours later to the sweet voice of a woman, he feels his forehead being sponged.
He opens his eyes to see a young girl, only 16 at most, helping him. As she sees open his eyes, she is startled and jumps back.
"Oh, uh, sorry i scared you." He looks down to see his gut stitched up, "Thanks for patching me up"
Still looking scared, she hands him a mirror.
As he grabs it, he is startled by what he sees. In the place of where his eyes should have been, he had only two glowing, unnatural, old world tech, inside him.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Growing up, Prometheus never actually knew his parents, but was kept after by a family friend name Miss Freed. He was bullied as a child by 3 boys all through his adolecent age, and preteen years. At the age of 14 however, he had found himself corned by said kids, and out of fear, stabbed one of the boys with some broken glass next to him. Not realizing what he had actually done, he had ran, leaving the town and Miss Freed, through tears and angst, he set out on his journey through the wastes.
Being proficient in his years as being a spy, he snuck through many mercenary bases in the name of the Hawk Eye Mercenaries. Who also taught him how to do long range shooting, and many other skills. He eventually left them after a "misunderstanding" about the mercenary captains daughter. He intended to stay off the radar for a while, and decided how better else then to hide in a place everyone was scared to go? He went to the Divide, being cocky, and thought he could survive. He was wrong. Not 4 days after his initial arrival, he had been broken, and blinded by the unforgiving nature of the divide. Being saved by a mysterious man, he was wiped of his memories (Not his skills, odd side effect), given new eyes, and set out on his own. He found himself traveling with a group of Canaanites, who had helped him. He did not see eye to eye with there religion and therefor set off to another place he felt he could make a name for himself. With New Vegas being a hot topic he didn't want to get into, and the rumors of fortune in Utah, he left for Salt Lake City. So his journey begins in the new wasteland...
Sorry if this is not up to par with what most people post on the forums, but it this was posted late at night, when i didn't feel so good. If i am not accepted, please give me advice on what to expand on / change so i can come be accepted. I personally feel it is short and choppy, and i need to get better writing skills, but have been busy with other things as of late, and cant really work on it as much as i want... And how about that Nuka Cola? Pree tasty.
Very good job on this application! Hope to see you soon on the server!
ign:darthdubstep
age:im going to be 16 on may 27
time i can play:most of the weekends and weekdays
Why us?: i think you do a great job mantaining the server, and it looks great and finished also I love fallout
Define role-play: I would say roll playing in not being yourself but going into someone's life and playing it as your own like they're actually alive also gives you the chance to be and do things you would not be able to do in the life or player you're living at the moment it's to get away and do what you want to do make a new friend be evil good a loner whatever it's up to you
metagameing: basically, it's knowing stuff your character cannot possibly know like how there is a bunker directly under the house on first street and there are food guns and people living there. However, mostly using occ to help them throughout the game
Power-gaming: power gaming like punching holes into players like without an effort or killing everyone around with a twitch of a finger or making everyone drink nuka-cola afterwards saying you put poison in it, and if they become your slave you will give then the antidote.
name:graves
Nickname:xero
Age:22
gender:male
Appearance:wearing old black clothes brown hair, blue eyes, mask over his mouth 5.9 hood down
Personality: clam mellow like mood did not want to get noticed often he keeps quiet usually but is nice and friendly once you get to know him loyal and fights for what he thinks is right but to prefer to keep out of the local fractions fights also thinks nuka cola is tasty.
1.in game rp: as I sit there with my hand's bond with rope, I hear foot steps closing in on my position (door breaks down) I looked over the desk to find four raiders in the hallway. [raider leader] " come out xero we know you're here we fallowed the blood trail right to you" I look down to see my wound bleeding on my side [xero] "dame did not even notice that my wound was bleeding IM going to have to think fast to get out of this alive. As I look around for something to find to cut my ropes I knock over a book [gang leader] "there he is kill him" as he yells to his raiders I start to run as bullets are flying passed my head, I see one of them has my sniper and my backpack full of my gear. I hide behind a broken desk to think my next move when the one with the backpack rushes me [raider with the backpack]" IM going to kill you!!!" As he swings my sniper at me "I do not have enough time to move" as I think so myself as the sniper hits me in my leg, and I fall to the ground [raider with the back pack] " time to die" as he reloads the rifle then I see an open elevator shaft and think to myself this is my last chance, but before I have time to react, he pulls the trigger! (gun gets jammed) Now's my chance, I get up and tackle him into the elevator shaft landing on top of him on the elevator; I punch him in the face and grab my back pack my gun. I hit my gun with my fist (bullet pops out of the gun. As I go to stand up (a sharp pain goes into the side my leg) [xero] "AGHHH!!" By that time, I noticed I had broken my leg in the fall I start to limp out the elevator when the raider leader, and the other one burst threw the door. [xero] " great you two again" (they start to open fire at me as I duck back into the elevator shaft (I check my gun only three bullets left) [xero] "sigh looks like my luck is about to run out" I say to myself then I notice one raider foot sticking out I aim down my sights and shoot him in the foot [raider leader ] "AGHHHH" the other one pops up, and I get a head shot. I limp over the raider leader and he spits on my boot, I hit him in the head with my rifle and take back my knife [xero] " this knife was eves. Where is she " as a say as I walk through the door into the wasteland [raider leader] "you will never find her" as he starts to laugh[xero] "looks like IM going to have to kill you one by one ... Someone's going to talk."
Background:after spending after spend 18 years of his life in a vault his girl friend Eve got a disease that only an herb can cure. Knowing she did not have a lot of time graves set out for the wasteland to find the herb to cure her and told his best friend cam to look after her. After a week of looting around graves found the herb under a car and set back for the vault. When he got back cam was waiting at him and after handing over the herb cam pulled out a gun and shoots graves in the stomach. At deaths, door graves played dead until cam left after the vault closing graves walked and found shelter in an abandon hotel knowing he would never see the vault or Eve again he pulled a ring from his pocket. He was going to ask Eve to marry him when he got back putting the ring on his finger afterwards he passed out. When he woke not knowing seven days have passed after that raiders had found his body and were looting it. When he started to move they pulled a knife from his shirt and were going to kill him when a rifles shoot that came from the house down the street and killed the man with the knife. Then when graves started to stand up, something hit him in the back of the head knocking him out once more. When he woke up he found women with pink long hair looked only 18 tending to his wounds. Graves couldn't remember anything she said that a book case fell on top of him in the fight. She also told him that the wound he got has made him a type one diabetic making him monitor his blood sugar levels for the rest of his life. His head was pounding and Everything was fuzzy in his mind, he in addition could not remember his name, so the first thing that popped into his head was xero not knowing that was his favorite character in the manga Eve gave to him on his 18 birthday. Still wounded the women said that he could travel with her, she told him her name was cc. After a year in the wasteland, she was shot in a fight trying help xero out of some rubble, after a raider tossed a stick of TNT into the building xero and cc where staying in for the night. After she was shot xero grabbed her sniper and killed the raider afterwards Eve started to tug on xero arm started to cry she next told him that she was Eve and shortly after he was shot, she found out and went to look for him. Everything came to him his name the past. Everything came back to him in a flash he started to cry knowing she gave up everything for him the vault, safety, food, water, shelter staying by his side to the ends even though his memories were gone. He was in shock that his love of his life was right beside him the whole time helping him. Then he started to hear footsteps coming in their direction, she told him to leave her and give her a gun and her knife to help cover his escape knowing she would not live through the wounds she took by the gun he started to run taking her sniper with him. [gunshots ring out, in the distance, ] after the battle he went back for Eve but noticed she was not there just a blood pool and an empty first-aid kit. There was a note with cams writing in the blood. Saying that he wanted Eve alive and to bring her to Utah. at the present time armed with Eve's sniper, he walks through the wastelands to Utah waiting for the right time to revenge on cam and also looking for Eve. However, as he reaches the border of Utah, he notices the ncr have posted checkpoints to contain the traffic in and out of Utah [xero]"i have come to far to quit now I need to find a way to get into Utah and save Eve" [ncr trooper] "hey you. What is your business in this land" [xero] "my fiancee was captured and was brought to this city you must let me pass" [ncr trooper] " I will have to get clearance from by captain" as xero looks down on the city he only hopes he can get to Eve on time? [xero] " I need to find some nuka cola... Its tasty"
It means your whitelist hasn't been recognized by the server yet. I have that too. Just keep trying.
IGN: ArcturusLight
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate:
It depends on wether or not I"m enjoying myself for the most part. From what I can see, this will hopefully be of some quality, to which I can probably dedicate a good two hours a day. If I really get into it, I can spend hours.
Why us?:
I decided to apply for this server because things are getting kind of stale on another RP server I"m a part of (Lord of the Craft) and I've decided I should join a second server for a nice alternative. I made the decision to search for a Fallout RP server because I've been getting back into the series recently. While I've already played through Fallout 3, New Vegas, and a good portion of Fallout 1 before, it's been a while, so I'm going at it again. This prompted me to search for a Minecraft server pertaining to it, as I truly love Minecraft RP. Another reason was that as Lord of the Craft is a fantasy and not a sci-fi, it'll be more fun, since I already know there's no better fantasy medieval RP than LotC and it'll be worth a try.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
To roleplay is to immerse yourself into the life of a character in a fictional environment. While roleplaying, one would exclusively portray their character and not themselves, unless a statement is specified to be Out of Character, however excessive OOC in a roleplay environment is generally frowned upon, and Teamspeak is a good OOC alternative.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is using information obtained OOC in-character in order to gain an unfair advantage. If I learned OOC of a hidden NCR bunker underneath some rubble off the coast the Great Salt Lake and went there in-game without somehow learning about it in-character, it would be metagaming. In the case of using two characters, (though I'm not sure if that's allowed on this server.) information gained by one character that is then used by the other character is also metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is unrealistic impowering your character in order to gain an advantage. If I was fighting 20 men and I said my character had the ability to do something stupidly overpowered and useful like "I can instantly kill everyone if there just happens to be 20 of them." Although that's a rather extreme example, that's pretty much the basics of it. It's rather annoying.
IC:
Name: Vito Constantius
Nickname: 'Vit'
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Vito is of average build, he's not incredibly muscular, or too skinny. He has light blonde hair, and he wears some old pre-war clothes he scavanged from a car on one of the highways on the way to Utah, while before he wore another set that was beginning to deteriorate. He has fair skin and light green eyes.
Personality:
Vito is friendly, but rather cautious. He knows that in the wasteland, even when you think you can trust someone, you can always wind up with a minigun between your shoulder blades. Unless you're allied with him (Once or if he chooses a faction) or get to know him, he'll generally just do what he needs to do, make a deal with you, say hi, etc.,and then leave as soon as there's nothing important left to be said.
In Fallout terms I'd give him good karma, but not very good karma. He has a sense of justice and right and wrong, and may often go out of his way to help people, but if he knew he was in danger, he wouldn't stick around to help without some serious persuasion. He may over the course of whatever story I wind up with, become very good or possibly even neutral, but it's all about where the RP takes me.
In-game RP example:
*Vito walks into a bar in a small town composed of several scrap-heap shacks.*
Barkeeper: Ey', stranger. You 'ere to buy? We got all kinds o' booze. Some o' the good stuff. Just some jet and med-x. We got one bottle o' buffout if you got the caps.
Vito: I'll take some scotch, please. No chems.
*rustles around in his jacket pocket, feeling around for a good 12 caps or so in compensation*
Vito: Here you are sir.
Barkeeper: Here ya go. Don't spill it on meh carpet. It's from the original buildin'.
*Vito drinks a good amount out of the flask, putting the flask into his coat pocket and sitting, listening to the jukebox and the sound of groaning brahmin*
Vito: So what's the story of this place?
Barkeeper: Well, a few generations back, we found the remnants o' an ol' trailer park here. Only a few trailers survived and dose' went for some nice caps. The rest of us live in dese' shacks. We mostly got alcohol, da brahmin and a bit of moonshine fer' profit.
Vito: Interesting. Listen, I gotta get going. It's a long road.
Barkeeper: See yer.
Background:
Vito was born to a few content wastelanders from Nipton, though he has since lost contact with them when he was 22. He grew up a relatively normal boy. He was taught some decent morals, but also that trust is a hard thing to dish out nowadays. Like the average wastelander, he learned how to use a gun in his teenage years. Though he doesn't know it, his parents are dead, and he probably wouldn't have cared anyway, since he's been gone so long. He lived out his days traveling around the west coast, until recently. Recently, he heard tell of Utah.
It wasn't long until he foresaw where the new boom-towns would be, and he wanted in if for nothing more than to find a purpose in life. He seeks out the Salt Lake region in hopes of a new future. He doesn't know if that future lies with a major West Coast power such as the Brotherhood of Steel or the New California Republic. He doesn't know if that future lies in an independent town or as an independent man, all he knows is he is drawn to The Beehive State.
Boy, is Nuka-Cola tasty?!
Hello, fueledbylava,
I really liked how you killed your parents off, but didn't turn it into a revenge story. Thanks!
Your character has 2 "sides" to it, correct? One being Arthus, the violent one, and the other being Elias.
I hope to see you on the server, fueledbylava.
Good work!
You now are:
P.S If you ever make a in-depth profile, please fix the format. It was kinda hard to read.
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Hello ArcturusLight,
I really liked your definitions of Meta-gaming and Power-gaming.
Could you expand on your background? Does he know of any relevant family? Did he ever have friends, or dangerous encounters?
Thank you for looking over your background,
But for now:
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So should I just repost an application after editing my background? Or do you get second-chances for server apps here?
Yes, you get many chances.
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IGN: ArcturusLight
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate:
It depends on wether or not I"m enjoying myself for the most part. From what I can see, this will hopefully be of some quality, to which I can probably dedicate a good two hours a day. If I really get into it, I can spend hours.
Why us?:
I decided to apply for this server because things are getting kind of stale on another RP server I"m a part of (Lord of the Craft) and I've decided I should join a second server for a nice alternative. I made the decision to search for a Fallout RP server because I've been getting back into the series recently. While I've already played through Fallout 3, New Vegas, and a good portion of Fallout 1 before, it's been a while, so I'm going at it again. This prompted me to search for a Minecraft server pertaining to it, as I truly love Minecraft RP. Another reason was that as Lord of the Craft is a fantasy and not a sci-fi, it'll be more fun, since I already know there's no better fantasy medieval RP than LotC and it'll be worth a try.
Define Role-Playing in your words:
To roleplay is to immerse yourself into the life of a character in a fictional environment. While roleplaying, one would exclusively portray their character and not themselves, unless a statement is specified to be Out of Character, however excessive OOC in a roleplay environment is generally frowned upon, and Teamspeak is a good OOC alternative.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-gaming is using information obtained OOC in-character in order to gain an unfair advantage. If I learned OOC of a hidden NCR bunker underneath some rubble off the coast the Great Salt Lake and went there in-game without somehow learning about it in-character, it would be metagaming. In the case of using two characters, (though I'm not sure if that's allowed on this server.) information gained by one character that is then used by the other character is also metagaming.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Powergaming is unrealistic impowering your character in order to gain an advantage. If I was fighting 20 men and I said my character had the ability to do something stupidly overpowered and useful like "I can instantly kill everyone if there just happens to be 20 of them." Although that's a rather extreme example, that's pretty much the basics of it. It's rather annoying.
IC:
Name: Vito Constantius
Nickname: 'Vit'
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Vito is of average build, he's not incredibly muscular, or too skinny. He has light blonde hair, and he wears some old pre-war clothes he scavanged from a car on one of the highways on the way to Utah, while before he wore another set that was beginning to deteriorate. He has fair skin and light green eyes.
Personality:
Vito is friendly, but rather cautious. He knows that in the wasteland, even when you think you can trust someone, you can always wind up with a minigun between your shoulder blades. Unless you're allied with him or get to know him, he'll generally just do what he needs to do, make a deal with you, say hi, etc.,and then leave as soon as there's nothing important left to be said.
In Fallout terms I'd give him good karma, but not very good karma. He has a sense of justice and right and wrong, and may often go out of his way to help people, but if he knew he was in danger, he wouldn't stick around to help without some serious persuasion. He may over the course of whatever story I wind up with, become very good or possibly even neutral, but it's all about where the RP takes me.
In-game RP example:
*Vito walks into a bar in a small town composed of several scrap-heap shacks.*
Barkeeper: Ey', stranger. You 'ere to buy? We got all kinds o' booze. Some o' the good stuff. Just some jet and med-x. We got one bottle o' buffout if you got the caps.
Vito: I'll take some scotch, please. No chems.
*rustles around in his jacket pocket, feeling around for a good 12 caps or so in compensation*
Vito: Here you are sir.
Barkeeper: Here ya go. Don't spill it on meh carpet. It's from the original buildin'.
*Vito drinks a good amount out of the flask, putting the flask into his coat pocket and sitting, listening to the jukebox and the sound of groaning brahmin*
Vito: So what's the story of this place?
Barkeeper: Well, a few generations back, we found the remnants o' an ol' trailer park here. Only a few trailers survived and dose' went for some nice caps. The rest of us live in dese' shacks. We mostly got alcohol, da brahmin and a bit of moonshine fer' profit.
Vito: Interesting. Listen, I gotta get going. It's a long road.
Barkeeper: See yer.
Background:
Vito was born to two average wastelanders in Nipton, in the Southern Mojave. His childhood was a happy one, and he was well accustomed to the wasteland. While he never learned how to fight, he was well versed in his favored craft. Building. He often was the one called upon in Nipton to fix this or that. Refrigerators, other half-broken appliances, and the occasional gun. He made quick friends with the NCR soldiers that would pass through on patrol every so often, and was even occasionally asked to help out with technical issues down at the Mojave Ranger Outpost a ways west of his home.
Upon contemplation in 2281, he decided what he wanted to do. He was going to join the New California Republic. As if a stroke of luck, though good or bad is left to your opinion, by the time he reached Camp McCarran, smoke already loomed over the horizon. By the time he made it back to Nipton, he was too late. Drying corpses released a pungent odor as he searched for his parents. Though he didn't find them, once Boxcars told him what happened, he accepted the fact that he should be glad that if they died, they died painlessly. He gave up on his ambitions for a time, and began to travel. In Primm, he learned how to shoot a pistol. In Goodsprings, he learned how to tend to brahmin. Soon, he traveled to Freeside to settle down in the big city.
Not long after, he heard tell of Utah. Stories of riches, everyone wanting their piece. Vito realized this was his chance. Utah's the place. The new boom-town. The new center of wealth and excitement in the world. If for no other reason then to find something to put his life into, he travaled to Utah, intent of making something of himself.
Boy, is Nuka-Cola tasty?!
Hope you like this one!
Hello, ArcturusLight
The NCR is currently covering suppressing fire, move on to Utah while you can, Stranger!
You have completed all that I requested, thank you!
I hope to see you on the server!
You now are:
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IGN: Dualmittens
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: Since school is out for the next few months, i could contribute, eh, i would say 10+ hours a day.
Why us?: I love fallout, and have been RPing fallout on minecraft for a while. My last Fallout server sorta went quite and i need a new story to keep me occupied.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples)
Its the feeling of putting yourself in another's shoes. Forming there life as you move it forth while tons of other players do the same, all the stories interconnecting seamlessly to make a glorious quilt, made up of irradiated, sad, depressing or other wise happy and meaningful stories. As much you want your character to be happy, it isn't about them being happy.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Meta-Gaming has to be one of the most annoying things in RP server, next to Power-Gaming. Meta is when a character learns material OOC then proceeds to use it IC as if they had know all along. Such as you hear of a secret faction, not known by anybody else's IC. You also know there is an IC that will be captured soon to be put into the faction, so you decide to follow them at all times or intend to "Put a homing beacon" on said person. Also another example of Meta would be attempting to sell things OOC.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Ah, Power-Gaming. The sure fire way to spot a noob in an RP server. Power-gaming is when somebody attempts to make themselves "A perfect character", one that is rich, fastest gun shooter, tactical genius, and overall Omnipotent creature roaming the wastes. What i don't think they understand is that attempting to make a perfect character gets exceptionally boring, all characters in a n RP server need some sort of weakness, or downside.
IC:
Name:
Prometheus (Last Name Unknown) ((PS: I didn't name him after that movie. I named him after Greek mythology.)
Nickname: (Optional) The Bird Of Hermes
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance:
6' 0"
186 Lbs.
The most noticeable feature of Prometheus is his robotic eyes. Gun metal steel, and glowing blue, they run off his central nervous. The rest of his face is rugged, obviously worn down by the endless irradiated winds of the American Wasteland. He sports a slightly untrimmed beard connecting to his hair. His hair, surprisingly clean and flowing, is of a light auburn nature.
His clothing consists of a torn black shirt underneath a white duster. The duster is covered with shoulder pads, elbow pads, and a harness he had found in a gym. On his back, he wears a backpack, where he holds his journal and other necessary items. He wears a cowl to cover his face in dust storms, but usually doesn't need it. He wears black pants, seeing as they were the only ones he could find that fit his 35 length legs.
(I will probably update his look as he travels the Salt Lake City area.)
Personality:
Prometheus is hardworking, crafty, and although being neutral on a karma scale, believes in chivalry.
He may be a trained assassin specializing in long range combat, but he only does jobs he believes are purposeful, to rid the wasteland of a cruel and uncaring man or women, never an innocent. He has experience with technology after his trip to the divide, the place his eyes became destroyed and repaired. His mind is slightly corrupted however, from the divide, and he sometimes makes a move not pertaining to the rest of his level headed attitude.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Blinded by the curse of The Divide, Prometheus stumbles into the nothingness that he perceives.
Prometheus screams and drop to his knees as his hands move up his face to where his eyes used to be.
Falling to the ground, he continues to wail, but softer than before as to not attract the marked men.
"Quite, young man. This is not your hell, and you do not deserve what has happened.", says a mysterious man.
-Still shaking from the pain- "K-kill... m-me....", -as he reaches up at the stranger-
"I shall not kill you, but i shall reincarnate you in with a new life. Prepare, for it shall not be easy...", as Prometheus's hearing beings to fade, and his body becomes limp, he feels himself hit the ground with a thud, but did not feel any of the pain.
--- Many days later ---
-The buzzing of machines (the noise a camera makes when it focuses) can be heard-
Prometheus wakes up, and begins to see light.
"... Uh, my head..." As he reaches to feel the scars of his face now gone.
The silence that surrounds him is startling, and scares him slightly as he gets out of a now unblurring room.
He sees himself in an old hospital near the ruins of Phoenix, with a caravan going by.
"Um, sir... Could you help-"
"Gah, -He raises a gun- Get the **** out of here freak!", a guard says.
"W-what? -He backs up seeing as he is unarmed and naked- Im a human just like you... All im asking is fo-" He is cut off again, but this time by a gunshot.
Prometheus stumbles, and falls to the ground. He feels his stomach and notices a hot liquid poring from him.
"Ah, ****... Uh, move along everyone! He was a raider!"
Prometheus passes out.
Waking up hours later to the sweet voice of a woman, he feels his forehead being sponged.
He opens his eyes to see a young girl, only 16 at most, helping him. As she sees open his eyes, she is startled and jumps back.
"Oh, uh, sorry i scared you." He looks down to see his gut stitched up, "Thanks for patching me up"
Still looking scared, she hands him a mirror.
As he grabs it, he is startled by what he sees. In the place of where his eyes should have been, he had only two glowing, unnatural, old world tech, inside him.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Growing up, Prometheus never actually knew his parents, but was kept after by a family friend name Miss Freed. He was bullied as a child by 3 boys all through his adolecent age, and preteen years. At the age of 14 however, he had found himself corned by said kids, and out of fear, stabbed one of the boys with some broken glass next to him. Not realizing what he had actually done, he had ran, leaving the town and Miss Freed, through tears and angst, he set out on his journey through the wastes.
Being proficient in his years as being a spy, he snuck through many mercenary bases in the name of the Hawk Eye Mercenaries. Who also taught him how to do long range shooting, and many other skills. He eventually left them after a "misunderstanding" about the mercenary captains daughter. He intended to stay off the radar for a while, and decided how better else then to hide in a place everyone was scared to go? He went to the Divide, being cocky, and thought he could survive. He was wrong. Not 4 days after his initial arrival, he had been broken, and blinded by the unforgiving nature of the divide. Being saved by a mysterious man, he was wiped of his memories (Not his skills, odd side effect), given new eyes, and set out on his own. He found himself traveling with a group of Canaanites, who had helped him. He did not see eye to eye with there religion and therefor set off to another place he felt he could make a name for himself. With New Vegas being a hot topic he didn't want to get into, and the rumors of fortune in Utah, he left for Salt Lake City. So his journey begins in the new wasteland...
Sorry if this is not up to par with what most people post on the forums, but it this was posted late at night, when i didn't feel so good. If i am not accepted, please give me advice on what to expand on / change so i can come be accepted.
I personally feel it is short and choppy, and i need to get better writing skills, but have been busy with other things as of late, and cant really work on it as much as i want...
And how about that Nuka Cola? Pree tasty.