I have posted on both the website and the forum and are still not accepted. Can a whitelister please at least look at my post and tell me what I need to fix if I need to?
Alright, time to correct my app. I added a bit to my bio and personality as well as completely changing the RP example and the power-play definition.
OOC: IGN:MCNerdism Age:14 Time you can dedicate:For now, varying times throughout the day, but once august rolls around, I'd say 5-6 through 7-8. But I won't be spending all of that time here, it just depends on how much I want to RP that day. Why us?:I love Fallout and would love to partake in it's universe with my own story instead of trying to find my father, trying to get a water cleaning chip, getting revenge on a guy who shot me etc. Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is the art of trying to act as somebody you created to be your ideal character while also interacting with others' characters'. Define Meta-gaming in your words:Meta Gaming is when you use something that you know for your character'sadvantage. An example would be using nameplates to find people who are hiding. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power Gaming is never giving someone a chance to defend themselves. The example *pushes you down* works because it lacks the word tries or attempts; therefore, the opposition can't even react.
IC: Name: Jack White Nickname: Deputy White Age: 27 Gender: Male Appearance: Jack has shaggy, coarse, white hair. He often wears helmets or pre-war hats to cover this up (He doesn't do it very successfully though), but he just won't cut it for one reason or another. He always walks around with a slight limp, but can still keep up with anyone else in a race, surprisingly. His clothing is basically 2 glorifiedburlap sacks fashioned into a sleeveless shirt and long pants, he rarely wears shoes, and he always wears his old deputy badge, even though it means nothing where he now lives. Jack is also known for his oddly large, green eyes, which always have slight bags underneath them. Personality: Jack is a timid, yet curious person. He tries not to talk much around other people, as when he does talk, he often makes a fool of himself. If something intrigues him, however, he will cautiously advance. People often find him quite mysterious upon meeting him, as he doesn't say much, and he looks odd. Jack has a tendency to disappear without saying anything, and to stumble around as if drunk while completely sober. He also tends to get little sleep throughout nights, no matter what he does. He fears robots and will often run away if he sees one. On the inside, Jack is constantly cutting himself down, and regretting nearly every action he makes. He also hates violence. He always tries to solve things peacefully, but if things get out of hand, he'll take a revolver or a bludgeon as his weapon of choice. In-game RP example: (First time around, I didn't realize it had to do with Fallout... Now I feel kinda stupid about that ... Oh well.) NCR Member 1: *whispers* Large Legion patrol, we have to hide. Fighting them is not an option. Me =3: *whisper* Alright, let's duck into that cave real quick. NCR members 1, and 2, as well as me duck into the cave as the sun goes down and member 3 keeps watch-out. Me =3: *Whisper* this looks like a good place for camp tonight. (In reality, I just want to stop walking for now... My leg's killing me )
NCR member 3: Alright, we're in the clear, we can talk normally now.
NCR 2: I've got the blankets, but it's rather hot in this cave...
Me =3: I'll take one. My leg feels absolutely wrecked right now, the heat will help it a bit.
NCR 2 tosses me a blanket (leather legs?)
I wrap the blanket around my legs and lie down. Background: Jack grew up in a small town in what used to be the Sierra Nevadas in California. He was always low on supplies, whether it be water, food, or anything at all, really. His father would spend days at a time trading for his home towns needs, and his mother would often leave to protect the city's outskirts and she would tell Jack not to follow. Thus, the people of the town mainly raised Jack. These people included his grandmother, the city's elected mayor, and the sheriff. Nine out of ten of the adults there respected him, but the children called him a weirdo and a creep.
As he grew older, their name calling did not cease, if anything, it increased in frequency. By this time, the Sheriff was teaching him how to use guns and other weapons effectively. Jack grew more and more attached to the idea of the sheriffs badge on his shirt, and at age 18, when The sheriff fashioned a deputies badge for him, Jacks huge eyes gleamed with gratitude. His dream was almost accomplished! It was around this time that His mother first brought him to the outskirts of town. Outside was desolate and almost depressing. Jack has a clear memory of looking over the broken mountains and the broken cities with one thought. What... Happened? He knew people used to live in the huge cities outside of town, but no one ever told him why they left. After asking, he learned about the war, the vaults, and all of the other things that had happened to the world.
After that, Jack never left the city... Until it happened... At age 26, Jack was a respected member of the community, as people left their childish insults in their childish years. The only people who still brought up Jack's former social status were the people who were locked up and trying to insult the deputy. As I was saying.... Something happened... A group of rogue robots attacked his town. Nobody knows why or how they came up with the idea to destroy his little town... Considering the only survivor was Jack, you wouldn't expect him to do such a thing, now would you? Jack shot at the robots until his pistol was shot right out of his hand. The sheriff directed the boy to run away, to the east, where there weren't nearly as many of them coming in. Jack just ran. He ran until he bumped into a lone robot. This robot picked Jack up by his feet and slammed him on the ground. Jack clearly heard his bone crunch as he landed on the ground, free from the robot's grasp. He saw a familiar flag, and while he couldn't recognize it with the pain jolting his brain, it was the New California Republic's. They fought off the robot, and the last thing Jack saw was two of the three men sprinting towards him.
When he woke, he was in a bed, with a cast on his leg. An officer of the NCR walked in and said, "We'll get you as far east as we can as soon as we can."
"Wha..." Was Jack's response.
"Don't you remember talking to us about heading east?"
"N-no..."
"Ah... Well, you said quite clearly that you needed to head east. A small group of us is headed to Salt Lake City, Utah, which is quite a ways away, but is as far east as we can take you."
"Okay." Jack wanted to go somewhere that didn't remind him of home at all, so he decided that this would work. Over the next few months, Jack recovered as much as he could, but his leg just wouldn't heal all the way, no matter what they did. So, eventually, they set out. It took a couple more months to get to Utah, and by that time, Jack was 27 and just as fit as pretty much all of the NCR soldiers. As they left, Jack looked into the water storage and saw that the base of his jet-black hair was now white. From then on, he treated it as a battle scar, and whether it was one or not, he wanted it hidden. FIN... So far :3
Also, do you like Nuka-Cola? I think it's rather tasty. :3
Hello Origamikiller,
I see you have fixed the Power-gaming example *cough* *cought My definition *cough cough*
I also see you have fixed the RP example.
OOC:
IGN:100DEATHCICLE001 (yes i know it wont fit on a sign)
Age:20
Time you can dedicate:1-4 hours generally but maybe not all at the same time
Why us?: because i love fallout and all of bethesda's games and i'd love RP on your server, after all it is the best place to fallout RP.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is acting out being a character (fictional or real) other than yourself
Define Meta-gaming in your words:using out of game resources to further yourself in game I/E looking through a wall to see a players nametag and digging through it to kill them
Define Power-gaming in your words: being totally OP, I/E *Bob rushed into the crowd of supermutants at the speed of light, and with a mere glance incinerated them all on the spot
IC:
Name: Daniel Jones
Nickname: (Optional) "Spectre" if possible otherwise none
Age:22
Gender:M
Appearance:Tall dark and handsome, roughly 6 foot 7 and 150lbs, pale skin and black hair, Daniel is generally quite the looker.
Personality:if only he had the personality to match his looks, he's quite shy and would under normal circumstances go off by himself and stay as far away from anything else as possible. but when the need arises and adrenaline overcomes fear Daniel would do anything to prolong his life and perhaps the lives of others as well. (in summary he'll join up with others and do his best to stay in line albeit reluctantly)
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) [Vault 101 before the incidents of fallout 3] Darrel woke up with a start, it was another nightmare about the G.O.A.T. not surprising considering that today was the day of said test. it was 4 in the morning and Darrel wasn't ready for the day, but he couldn't get back to sleep so he decided to get up anyway. he walked over to the kitchen to see that his 10 year old sister was stealing sweetrolls from the jar, or trying to. her new pip-boy was stuck in the jar and she was sitting on the table sobbing quietly. "What DO we have here?" Darrel crossed his arms "it seems as though we have a sweet thief on the loose, better lock the door." "I'm soooo sorry i was hungry and i couldn't get back to sleep" Sam said "well that sweetroll wouldn't have helped would it? well it's almost morning anyway, you can stay up." "but wouldn't that mean breaking curfew?" "well...we're already breaking curfew, it's not like its going to get worse. now let me get that off." he gently pulled off the jar. "you can't force it you have to put a light touch on it." Just then he made a realisation, the same applied for the G.O.A.T. that he shouldn't worry about it and just let it happen. and so Darrel went back to sleep and woke up prepared for the G.O.A.T.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) from the moment he was born in Arkansas, Daniel was taught by his cowardly parents to flee from all signs of danger. they lived underground in a dirty hovel for years not daring to poke their heads outside for fear of raiders, or worse, attacking them. they had nothing but a colt peacemaker and a lead pipe to protect them. They hammered their ideals into Daniels mind so hard that eventually even he believed them. when Daniel was 12 Food was scarce and His parents sent Daniel to get it. He hunted mole-rats and the like and brought home a moderate amount but nothing all to interesting ever happened.
Daniel was 21 after coming back from a hunting trip. little did he know he was being watched. he calmly meandered into the cave unaware of the sinister presence stalking him. He wandered inside, another uneventful hunting trip. Daniel was humming a song he had in his head and in his fit of musical stupor forgot to lock the door. and 3 raiders busted in to the cave! The raiders shot his mother first and his father managed to club one unconcious with the pipe, before he too was silenced. In the short time it took for the raiders to kill his parents, Daniel in turn, shot the raiders. Then he took all he could off the raiders and all he had from the hideout. However he found a note in one of the raiders pockets, saying that there was a hidden treasure trove off resources in Utah. That was it, no more hiding, no more sneaking,now is a time for action, now is a time to fight,
Now it is time, to go to Utah...
OOC- Whew that took a while, i think i got arthritis from that one sitting! oh and here's a pic of my skin and a link for those of you that may want it <----------------------------------------------------------
its an NCR Ranger! http://www.minecraftskins.info/ncrranger.html \
I hope you have as much fun reading it as I have writing it, and with any luck it will lead me to more fun /
oh and this guy------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thinks that nuka cola is tasty! (espescially that quantum!)
I have edited my post. For the part about the suit, it will not be overpowered in game. I apolligize if I made it sound too overpowered, but the suit will basically be body armor with a gas mask on it. It would not be able to stop every bullet. The spiked gloves would only give my character a bit more skill in unarmed combat. Also, my character has his faults as well. I hope I have made myself clear, and thank you for taking the time to read my post.
OOC:
IGN: tuxter
Age:12. I hope this won't be my downfall
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate about 4 hours a day at the most to the server. I am a PC gamer, so I want to play some other games I have, and do some stuff IRL. I also can do trailers for the server. I saw some of the other trailers, and they were very good. Maybe I can do one with a darker mood/tone to it. I can go into detail with a staff member later though. On to the next question!
Why us?: You guys are a well established server as I can tell by all of the information provided on this forum. I hope you guys have a big community too. I am assuming you do but you never know . The rules of role playing are fair, and the world looks original and unique.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing is a way of immersing yourself into a character in a virtual world as you interact with it and sometimes, the other people in the virtual world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Metagaming is bending the rules of realism in RP. For example, knowing someones name when you have not yet learned or asked for it.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is using role play to your advantage in an unfair way. For example, you shoot someone 7 times and they are still alive.
IC:
Name: Unknown
Nickname
: (Optional) Kane
Age: 20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: A robotic like man with a powersuit custom made. It comes with a gas mask, and bullet proof steel. It may not be able to stop all bullets, but it is still strong. Comes with metal fist gloves that can easilly hurt an enemy.
Personality: Quiet. strong, defendant, mysterious, dark.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Alex closes the door. "It's good to be away from the sick world out there, right?" Alex asked Kane. "Much better," he said "The damn world is falling apart out there. Let me just recharge my suit. One second." While he was turned around, Alex pulled out a revolver. "I know who you are." Alex said. "I don't know what you are talking about." "Yes you do," Alex said, "Don't try to ******** me! YOU KILLED EVERYONE!" he screamed "And now I am doing a justice to this wasteland!" In rage, Kane punched Alex in the stomach. The spikes of his glove pierced Alex. He fell to the floor. "To hell with you" Kane said. "You betrayed me, and I was your ally in this wasteland. I did not kill anyone, and you backstabbed me." Kane picked up the revolver. Alex's men stormed into the room. They shot Kane in the eye- just as the brains of Alex splattered on the floor. Kane was blinded, and ran out of the base, practically in pieces. As he was being shot up by the men on the tower,(luckilly his armor helped a bit,) he was able to escape. "I was betrayed....." he said. "By a good man too. What a shame."
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Nothing much is known about Kane's past. When he woke up from a cyrogenetic sleep, he was wearing a metal suit in a destroyed fallout vault- in Utah. He slowly got out of the vault, to be blinded by the light and to see towering cities. He was greeted by Alex Frost,(one of my other characters from another server) a fierce, and leaderlike person. They traveled together for days until Alex brought Kane to a small camp. Alex brought Kane to his room in the fortress. When Kane closed the door, Alex pulled out a revolver on him. Alex said he was a wanted man. Kane was not aware of any of this. Kane killed Alex before he could shoot him, and made out bareley alive- losing an eye in the process. He grew his long black hair over the wound.
Kane traveled as a wanted man, and was looking for the answer to why he is wanted. He travelled to the outskirts of Utah where he was not wanted. He found out through travelers that he was framed for the incident in the vault. Now Kane must find his killer, and restore his name.
Nuka Cola is tasty!
Hi can someone please review my application I was told to explain some bans 8 days ago which I have but no one has looked at it again so if someone can re review thank you. Link http://falloutsins.c...63491dd16ca6a58
OOC:
IGN: Bacon_Nator
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Most of my day
Why us?: It seems to be one of the only legit looking fallout servers since Vault RP demise from horrible owners and staff.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is a state of inserting your self into another persons life giving life to a new persona potentially allowing you to be something you can not be in everyday life for example protaining to this a day to day survivor struggling thru the horrors and good times of a post apoc society.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is taking occ information and using it ingame without any possable way of gathering that knowledge ICly for example Occly some on says i have alot of diamonds stored in my house some one can not go to his house kill him and steal them without some how gaining that knowledge in game from the person himself.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is basically saying I am a ninja super assassin Overlord or in simple terms your one of the assassins from Assassins creed capable of annihilation mass groups of men with tiny knives attached to your wrist and live and do it again tommorow.
IC:
Name: Cedric Bacon
Nickname: (Optional) Cedric
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: A skinny Caucasian Male standing at 6'-1" with dark brown hair. His lower face is badly disfigured which he covers with a desert camo bandana. He also has a scar slashed across his left eye which resulted in Blindness in his Left eye.
Personality: Cedric is a Chill relaxed person who lets most things roll off his back But he is fiercely loyal to any cause he follows and defends his friends and family willing to give his life for them. But Cedric can not turn down a good bottle of whiskey when he comes around it.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
This is a exert from a real RP event from Vault RP
Cpt. Bacon- Alright Men listen up you all know the drill this is a simple search and recover mission Main objective Pvt. Frost. Cpl. Thermal you and Pvt. Red will scale the wall first and provide overwatch for the rest of us while we search for the MIA. Any questions?
Pvt Red- Yeah one sir how do we even know hes alive sir?
Cpt B- We dont and if hes not then we will retrieve his corpse and if there is not a corpse we will retrieve his tags any other questions? good move out.
* The small force of troopers move out towards the Legion fort. In the darkness of the twilight the troopers snipe the patrolling sentries and sneak into the camp stealthily searching for Pvt. Frost until they came upon the crucifixes where the decaying body of Pvt Frost hung birds picking off pieces of flesh here and there.*
Pvt. Wolf- *Pukes* ughhh Sir the mmmmMonsters what human could do this to another ughhhh *pukes again*
Cpt. B- Stand up Soldier we have a job to do *reaches up and gingerly removes the corpse from the cross and humps it over his back* ughh Move out.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Birth- Age3
Cedric was born into a childless family in the growing city of shady sands of the New California Republic. He was the first born to Michelle and Benjamin Bacon a modest family who lived in a modest adobe. Michelle Bacon was a local school teacher teaching the local children how to read and write, Cedrics Father was a courier for the Gun Runners transporting guns to long distant customers and cedric's childhood was as good as a apocalyptic one could be with 3 more brothers and a sister being born into the family everything seemed perfect until one day when his father was held up and robbed losing a large sum of weapons which his employers the gun runners held him responsible to pay back. His father slipt deeper and deeper in debt and was fired from his courier position unable to pay his debt to the gun runners he layed low the gun runners VERY unhappy with the lack of repaid money sent out a bounty for the kidnapping of Cedric and his mother on their return from the local school but the attempted kidnapping was foiled by MP's who heard the cries, His father became spooked and signed him and his family up for a new government sponsored expedition to establish a new state in the old Mexican state of Baja called Rattletail he was around age 3.
New Life in Baja
Cedrics family and the other settlers which came out to around 29 people laid claim to a lay of laid around a old broken well which still held water. The settlement soon was established with six households living in hastily built shacks and a repaired well ad things look like there was potential here that was till the first contact, About a month after the settlement laid down its claims the native locals who occupied the land arrived and demanded access to the well which the then elected mayor John Charleston declined and threw the locals out. The locals soon arrived in force sparking a siege of Rattletail. Many of the settlers started to get killed as the siege continued Cedrics own family suffered from the death of his sister and his oldest younger brother. As the death toll soon rose to half of the town the mayor ordered a fake attack upon the besiegers to provide a distraction to allow Cedrics mother Michelle to escape with his brother to get back to the NCR and get help. A week after his mother and brother left for aid a group of 28 NCR Rangers under the command of Head Ranger Hanlon to assist the town, but they were to late the towns populace had been reduced to just 5 out of the 29 with Cedric his father the Mayor and his sons surviving. Eventually after much argument from the mayor the Ranger Hanlon forced The mayor and Cedrics father to abandon the town and move back to NCR territory so they packed up and left.
Rebuilding of the town and Cedrics Teen years
The Mayor with permission from the president and congress established another town called Anza-Borrego where Cedrics remaining family settled. His father soon built a wealthy big horn ranch teaching Cedric the ways of ranching and how to shoot so that he could defend the cattle from bandits and wild life. At age 13 there was a accident during a firefight between the local NCR garrison and raiding bandits at his fathers ranch resulting in the big horn barn to set upon fire. Cedric understanding this was his families source of income ignored the orders of the soldiers and ran into the barn forcing a stamped of the bighorns but was caught in barns collapse a burning beam striking cedric across the face forever marring it falling into unconscious he was rescued by a NCR trooper. Things returned to normal after that Cedric live out his life to 17 when his father was tragically murdered with all of his live stock Cedric in a rampage using the skills his father taught him he tracked down the murders like wild game shooting all but one dead the last on he proceed to shoot off body piece by body piece until he broke and told him the names of the men who hired him which cedric then put him out of his misery. Later that night the Mayor was awakened by a bright blaze ran out side he blanched at the sight of mutilated bodies and head on steaks outside of his front door his barn ablaze suddenly gun shots slew the silence of the night ringing out from the mayors home suddenly afraid he ran back into his home and for his closet where he stored his service rifle from his time as a trooper only to trip over his dead wife before he had a chance to recover a heavy club whacked him apon the head. When he awoke he was tied in his cellar Cedric stood before him the Mayors sons were tied and blindfolded on the floor. Cedric demanded answers of why the mayor hired
people to kill his father when he finally received his answer that he was payed by the Gun runners to do it Cedric Shoot each of his sons in the head and then cut out the mayors tongue and plunged the knife into the mayors diaphragm leaving him to die a slow painful death.
He returned home and grabed a rifle some ammo a bag of supplies saddled up a horse and headed off to a place he read about in a pre war book his mother carried with her all the way from Shady Sands, a place called Sin City some where in the Mojave dessert.
Also anyone ever make the IRL Nuka cola recipe it is sure tasty
Response
selbor61, on 12 June 2012 - 05:42 PM, said:
Hello Bacon_Nator,
Before I review your app, you have four bans.
One for hacking. [Serious Concern]
One for wrong doing.
One for importing banned players text documents.
And the final one for an undisclosed reason.
Explain ALL of the above.
For now: Denied
My Response
1st was for using zombe mod pack on a creative server after a admin gave us permission without asking the owner. (note this was late alpha early beta creative mode did not exsiste)
2nd honestly no idea never heard of Signedfortune.com:2222?
3rd This is because the creative server i got banned for #1 is connected to this one so they share a ban list.
4th Because I said AVO was funny so the owner banned me because apparently he thinks not.
EDITED IGN: 50hence
Age:16
Time you can dedicate: About 80% of my time.
Why us?: Because all the other servers I play suck, and thats the truth, and I have envied the day some one made a Fallout server.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting for fun, and seeing the world through someone else's eyes
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using things IC that you learn OOC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Some one shots 10 guys in 2 seconds
IC:
Name: Keenan McCall
Nickname: 50,
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, thin, tanned, Brown eyes, Black hair.
Personality: Curious, sarcastic, intelligent, laid-back, Paranoid
In-game RP example: Ken: Hey you there. 50:Who me? Ken:Do you see anyone else dumbass? 50:Then what the hell do you want old man? Ken: What do you think? Food, water, anything really. 50:Why ask me? Ken:I saw all those supplies you were carrying. 50: I'm sorry I can't spare anything at the moment. Ken:Well it looks like we have a problem. 50:No you have a problem, I'm fine. Ken:Starts laughing No you have a problem, GET HIM BOYS 50:Pulls out 10mm pistols and takes 4 shots before any of the old man's sons get to anywhere close to him. He walks up to the old man who is shivering with intense fear. Looks like you have a problem.....
Background: A traveller all the way from Iowa, 50hence thought to be one of the luckiest people in the world since Iowa was a main target during the war (being in the center of the U.S). He decided he to set out before things got worse. As rumors spread of settlements out west he decided to take his chances and head west. On his way he ran it many problems. Luckily these "problems" showed him that he was capable of more than he ever thought. With this new set of confidence he decided if he was going to survive he would have to be ruthless. So he did just that, he stole from others, scammed others, and even killed others. But he all was wanting was just to live a peaceful life and maybe try to be something in the world. But until that day happened he did what was necessary. After about 3 weeks he arrived in what he believed to be Utah, he was out of supplies and hope. He found a small hole, he curled up and fell asleep. Then next time he woke, he found himself strapped to a chair with a man across from him. 50: Who are you? Man: Stands up and punches 50 in the stomach repeatedly. I ask the questions! Who are you? 50: My name is 50hence I'm from Iowa- Man: ********. Iowa is deserted everyone that was there is either dead or a ****ing ghoul. 50: Why would I lie I was ready to die and still am. Man: Wait here. The man exits the room for about 20 minutes and then returns. I have a proposition for you. 50: Oh yeah whats that? You gonna beat the **** out of me some more? Man: Shut the **** up and listen. I want to offer you a job. With protection, purpose, and the means to survive. 50: I'm listening. Man: Right now your in a Brotherhood of Steel outpost. We are what's left of the Utah Chapter. We are near the brink of starvation and don't have the man power to Keep up the fight. All we ask is that you join us and just try to help us survive.
50: About 20 minutes ago you were beating the **** out me, why should I even consider it.
Man: Because we are all you got! That's why!
50: How do I know your not bullshittng me?
Man: I guess that four you to find out.
Why us?: I haven't really played minecraft in a while and the few servers that I saw for roleplaying has really not been on there game if you know what I mean.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing is basically telling a story by controlling a character you have created, taken control of, or is you yourself. You are able to do what you want and what you went. Nothing is a linear path.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is having the knowledge of something that your character that you control would not know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is something every 10 year old does. Thinks they are a god and can kill anyone and everyone.
IC:
Name: Theodore Deyalivan Schneider
Nickname: (Optional) Deyalivan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rustly beard and clothes that are torn inside and out. Abnormally tall where as he stands over any normal human. Has eyes the color of the ocean before the fallout. and of course, burnette hair that is more scruffy then a dog.
Personality: Schizophrenic, quiet, laid-back
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Deyalivan is laying in the wide open fields just staring at the sky when two random travellers walk up*
Traveller #1: Hey, can you spare me those extra cans you got there.
*Deyalivan just looks at him intesenly, then jumps up on his feet and just stares*
Traveller #2: Hey man, we just wanted to know if you have any spare food. Do you mate?
*Deyalivan cocks his head at the other guy, looks at both at them and just goes back to lying on the ground*
Traveller #1:(whispers) I think we can just take it, this guy seems a little off his boots by just leaving it out in the open.
Traveller #2: Be careful taking it. You never know what this weirdo is going to do.
*Traveller #1 picks up one of the cans and Deyalivan jumps on both his feet pulls out a pistol and shoots the can out of the guys hand without hurting him*
*Both travellers step back*
Traveller #1: Sorry man, you didn't say anything! We will be on your way.
Deyalivan: No. That was mine, take these.
*throws another can at them and they both scurry away quickly while Deyalivan goes back to laying on the ground and looking at the sky*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Borned and raised on the Candian border in the woods Deyalivan never really had a family. He lived with his Uncle who was over the age of 75 and on the verge of dieing. His uncle told him many stories over the years on the wars, and the deaths, and the victories over the mutants. He even showed Deyalivan how to shoot when he was just 14. He knew his parents, but they ran off to defend for themselves and had their brother take care of Deyalivan. His uncle knew his parents died when he was 16 and never decided to tell him. Deyalivan was an odd child, he grew up with a weird sense of living and always enjoy just laying out in the land with nothing else to do. His uncle told Deyalivan that he had schizophrenia when he was 17 after figuring it out. Deyalivan had killed many animals when he was young and this was the main sign. He told his uncle that when he would lay out in the fields he was able to see blue oceans and green grass. He was able to see blue skies and lit up cities that weren't broken down. He was unsure what was real and what was not since he noticed most people were having trouble living through the time. The problem with Deyalivan as well was the insomonia. He never was able to sleep his entire life and also lived through these two different fields of vision, one with green grass and blue skies, and the other with the fallout. When he was around the age of 18, he decided to go south to look for his parents to finalize the family bond.
Deyalivan began his journey south to Utah where he heard many of the great salt lake and the many forests, from his alternative reality he lives in. On the way Deyalivan met a lot of strange people and became worried of them because they did not see the crystal water and the green grass yet it was him who had the problem. Overall, Deyalivan is on the quest to find something new, or is the new what he really sees in his dreams?
Nuka Cola is tasty!
I hope I get accepted, sorry for the app. It is not as perfect as I wished. I love roleplaying though. DnD since 2003.
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"The world is not run by logic, but by the fear of God, fear of War, and fear of the uknown." -Philip DeFranco
OOC:
IGN:AZS_GHOST
Age:16
Time you can dedicate:12hrs/week
Why us?:I love RP and fallout
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Assuming all aspects of another role that isn't yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing impossible things like killing everyone with one punch.
IC:
Name: Boris
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:26
Gender:Male
Appearance: Dark bearded man.
Personality: Fight first, ask questions later.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Surviver: Who.. Who are you?
Boris: The few that know me call me Boris.
Surviver: Are you.. going to kill me?
Boris: That depends.. Are you going to tell me the code to the safe or not?
Surviver: I"ll never tell anyone! The contents of this safe hold something people have never seen since the Fallout!
Boris: Then I guess you shall have to die.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
I travel for no other reason then to go somewhere new, and in hopes of finding a place to call my mine. I stay low. Should I deem something or someone a threat --- they will never know it; for it will be too late for them. I do not kill for fun or for pleasure. I kill to survive and every now and then to help someone else do so. However they will never know that they had my help, just that something happened and there still alive to wonder what. I' am present, but not here nor there. And the only reason I ever travel to a town is for supplies, but don't count on me paying for then. In fact, you would never know anything was gone. Much less that there was someone there to take them. I easily get around after all. The ruins of what was at one time DC are not able to keep me bound to any given spot. In fact there is no door that is locked well enough to keep me out. and enemy's leave me alone. But I guess that's easy for them if the don't know I'm there. I take what is mine from the ruins, and that is whatever I want. Money means nothing to guys like me. I deal in guns and supplies. To simply put it, I am a rouge, thief, savior and sniper. I just simplely am not here, and I like it that way. I've always though that Nuka Cola is tasty.
Daniel yawns, on his travels to Utah. "ugh, how far away is it? At least my birthday is coming up soon...I think." -OOC- just explaining the 1 year difference in Daniels age from when he got the letter to when the RP starts -IC- "AAHH." Daniel brought his foot abruptly back as it nearly crashed down into a landmine. "(better be more cautious from here on out.)"
EDITED IGN: 50hence
Age:16
Time you can dedicate: About 80% of my time.
Why us?: Because all the other servers I play suck, and thats the truth, and I have envied the day some one made a Fallout server.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting for fun, and seeing the world through someone else's eyes
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using things IC that you learn OOC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Some one shots 10 guys in 2 seconds
IC:
Name: Keenan McCall
Nickname: 50,
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, thin, tanned, Brown eyes, Black hair.
Personality: Curious, sarcastic, intelligent, laid-back, Paranoid
In-game RP example: Ken: Hey you there. 50:Who me? Ken:Do you see anyone else dumbass? 50:Then what the hell do you want old man? Ken: What do you think? Food, water, anything really. 50:Why ask me? Ken:I saw all those supplies you were carrying. 50: I'm sorry I can't spare anything at the moment. Ken:Well it looks like we have a problem. 50:No you have a problem, I'm fine. Ken:Starts laughing No you have a problem, GET HIM BOYS 50:Pulls out 10mm pistols and takes 4 shots before any of the old man's sons get to anywhere close to him. He walks up to the old man who is shivering with intense fear. Looks like you have a problem.....
Background: A traveller all the way from Iowa, 50hence thought to be one of the luckiest people in the world since Iowa was a main target during the war (being in the center of the U.S). He decided he to set out before things got worse. As rumors spread of settlements out west he decided to take his chances and head west. On his way he ran it many problems. Luckily these "problems" showed him that he was capable of more than he ever thought. With this new set of confidence he decided if he was going to survive he would have to be ruthless. So he did just that, he stole from others, scammed others, and even killed others. But he all was wanting was just to live a peaceful life and maybe try to be something in the world. But until that day happened he did what was necessary. After about 3 weeks he arrived in what he believed to be Utah, he was out of supplies and hope. He found a small hole, he curled up and fell asleep. Then next time he woke, he found himself strapped to a chair with a man across from him. 50: Who are you? Man: Stands up and punches 50 in the stomach repeatedly. I ask the questions! Who are you? 50: My name is 50hence I'm from Iowa- Man: ********. Iowa is deserted everyone that was there is either dead or a ****ing ghoul. 50: Why would I lie I was ready to die and still am. Man: Wait here. The man exits the room for about 20 minutes and then returns. I have a proposition for you. 50: Oh yeah whats that? You gonna beat the **** out of me some more? Man: Shut the **** up and listen. I want to offer you a job. With protection, purpose, and the means to survive. 50: I'm listening. Man: Right now your in a Brotherhood of Steel outpost. We are what's left of the Utah Chapter. We are near the brink of starvation and don't have the man power to Keep up the fight. All we ask is that you join us and just try to help us survive.
50: About 20 minutes ago you were beating the **** out me, why should I even consider it.
Man: Because we are all you got! That's why!
50: How do I know your not bullshittng me?
Man: I guess that four you to find out.
Nuka Cola is Tasty!
Okay, your definitions seems wrong, and need to be expanded. Also your story seems a bit confusing. Are you saying he was alive at the time of The Great War? Because he would be dead, unless he was a ghoul. Reason behind that is because, the events of Fallout Sins of Our Fathers takes place a few hundred years after The Great War. Just explain that to me, fix it up a bit. Also extend your back story. I don't think you can make up the conditions of current factions in Utah. Also I don't think you can make yourself immediately a part of a faction, you must apply.
Fix this up and I will let you in, but until then.
Forum Link: http://falloutsins.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=741&sid=7e4198aaf506cd422f80fca2add7afce
Hello Origamikiller,
I see you have fixed the Power-gaming example *cough* *cought My definition *cough cough*
I also see you have fixed the RP example.
I hope to see you on the server!
You now are:
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OOC:
IGN:100DEATHCICLE001 (yes i know it wont fit on a sign)
Age:20
Time you can dedicate:1-4 hours generally but maybe not all at the same time
Why us?: because i love fallout and all of bethesda's games and i'd love RP on your server, after all it is the best place to fallout RP.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplaying is acting out being a character (fictional or real) other than yourself
Define Meta-gaming in your words:using out of game resources to further yourself in game I/E looking through a wall to see a players nametag and digging through it to kill them
Define Power-gaming in your words: being totally OP, I/E *Bob rushed into the crowd of supermutants at the speed of light, and with a mere glance incinerated them all on the spot
IC:
Name: Daniel Jones
Nickname: (Optional) "Spectre" if possible otherwise none
Age:22
Gender:M
Appearance:Tall dark and handsome, roughly 6 foot 7 and 150lbs, pale skin and black hair, Daniel is generally quite the looker.
Personality:if only he had the personality to match his looks, he's quite shy and would under normal circumstances go off by himself and stay as far away from anything else as possible. but when the need arises and adrenaline overcomes fear Daniel would do anything to prolong his life and perhaps the lives of others as well. (in summary he'll join up with others and do his best to stay in line albeit reluctantly)
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) [Vault 101 before the incidents of fallout 3] Darrel woke up with a start, it was another nightmare about the G.O.A.T. not surprising considering that today was the day of said test. it was 4 in the morning and Darrel wasn't ready for the day, but he couldn't get back to sleep so he decided to get up anyway. he walked over to the kitchen to see that his 10 year old sister was stealing sweetrolls from the jar, or trying to. her new pip-boy was stuck in the jar and she was sitting on the table sobbing quietly. "What DO we have here?" Darrel crossed his arms "it seems as though we have a sweet thief on the loose, better lock the door." "I'm soooo sorry i was hungry and i couldn't get back to sleep" Sam said "well that sweetroll wouldn't have helped would it? well it's almost morning anyway, you can stay up." "but wouldn't that mean breaking curfew?" "well...we're already breaking curfew, it's not like its going to get worse. now let me get that off." he gently pulled off the jar. "you can't force it you have to put a light touch on it." Just then he made a realisation, the same applied for the G.O.A.T. that he shouldn't worry about it and just let it happen. and so Darrel went back to sleep and woke up prepared for the G.O.A.T.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) from the moment he was born in Arkansas, Daniel was taught by his cowardly parents to flee from all signs of danger. they lived underground in a dirty hovel for years not daring to poke their heads outside for fear of raiders, or worse, attacking them. they had nothing but a colt peacemaker and a lead pipe to protect them. They hammered their ideals into Daniels mind so hard that eventually even he believed them. when Daniel was 12 Food was scarce and His parents sent Daniel to get it. He hunted mole-rats and the like and brought home a moderate amount but nothing all to interesting ever happened.
Daniel was 21 after coming back from a hunting trip. little did he know he was being watched. he calmly meandered into the cave unaware of the sinister presence stalking him. He wandered inside, another uneventful hunting trip. Daniel was humming a song he had in his head and in his fit of musical stupor forgot to lock the door. and 3 raiders busted in to the cave! The raiders shot his mother first and his father managed to club one unconcious with the pipe, before he too was silenced. In the short time it took for the raiders to kill his parents, Daniel in turn, shot the raiders. Then he took all he could off the raiders and all he had from the hideout. However he found a note in one of the raiders pockets, saying that there was a hidden treasure trove off resources in Utah. That was it, no more hiding, no more sneaking,now is a time for action, now is a time to fight,
Now it is time, to go to Utah...
OOC- Whew that took a while, i think i got arthritis from that one sitting! oh and here's a pic of my skin and a link for those of you that may want it
its an NCR Ranger! http://www.minecraftskins.info/ncrranger.html \
I hope you have as much fun reading it as I have writing it, and with any luck it will lead me to more fun /
oh and this guy------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thinks that nuka cola is tasty! (espescially that quantum!)
So I can start off freshly now.
kthanxbai.
Thanks for your patience guys and gals.
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I have edited my post. For the part about the suit, it will not be overpowered in game. I apolligize if I made it sound too overpowered, but the suit will basically be body armor with a gas mask on it. It would not be able to stop every bullet. The spiked gloves would only give my character a bit more skill in unarmed combat. Also, my character has his faults as well. I hope I have made myself clear, and thank you for taking the time to read my post.
OOC:
IGN: tuxter
Age:12. I hope this won't be my downfall
Time you can dedicate: I can dedicate about 4 hours a day at the most to the server. I am a PC gamer, so I want to play some other games I have, and do some stuff IRL. I also can do trailers for the server. I saw some of the other trailers, and they were very good. Maybe I can do one with a darker mood/tone to it. I can go into detail with a staff member later though. On to the next question!
Why us?: You guys are a well established server as I can tell by all of the information provided on this forum. I hope you guys have a big community too. I am assuming you do but you never know . The rules of role playing are fair, and the world looks original and unique.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role playing is a way of immersing yourself into a character in a virtual world as you interact with it and sometimes, the other people in the virtual world.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Metagaming is bending the rules of realism in RP. For example, knowing someones name when you have not yet learned or asked for it.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is using role play to your advantage in an unfair way. For example, you shoot someone 7 times and they are still alive.
IC:
Name: Unknown
Nickname
: (Optional) Kane
Age: 20's
Gender: Male
Appearance: A robotic like man with a powersuit custom made. It comes with a gas mask, and bullet proof steel. It may not be able to stop all bullets, but it is still strong. Comes with metal fist gloves that can easilly hurt an enemy.
Personality: Quiet. strong, defendant, mysterious, dark.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Alex closes the door. "It's good to be away from the sick world out there, right?" Alex asked Kane. "Much better," he said "The damn world is falling apart out there. Let me just recharge my suit. One second." While he was turned around, Alex pulled out a revolver. "I know who you are." Alex said. "I don't know what you are talking about." "Yes you do," Alex said, "Don't try to ******** me! YOU KILLED EVERYONE!" he screamed "And now I am doing a justice to this wasteland!" In rage, Kane punched Alex in the stomach. The spikes of his glove pierced Alex. He fell to the floor. "To hell with you" Kane said. "You betrayed me, and I was your ally in this wasteland. I did not kill anyone, and you backstabbed me." Kane picked up the revolver. Alex's men stormed into the room. They shot Kane in the eye- just as the brains of Alex splattered on the floor. Kane was blinded, and ran out of the base, practically in pieces. As he was being shot up by the men on the tower,(luckilly his armor helped a bit,) he was able to escape. "I was betrayed....." he said. "By a good man too. What a shame."
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs. Nothing much is known about Kane's past. When he woke up from a cyrogenetic sleep, he was wearing a metal suit in a destroyed fallout vault- in Utah. He slowly got out of the vault, to be blinded by the light and to see towering cities. He was greeted by Alex Frost,(one of my other characters from another server) a fierce, and leaderlike person. They traveled together for days until Alex brought Kane to a small camp. Alex brought Kane to his room in the fortress. When Kane closed the door, Alex pulled out a revolver on him. Alex said he was a wanted man. Kane was not aware of any of this. Kane killed Alex before he could shoot him, and made out bareley alive- losing an eye in the process. He grew his long black hair over the wound.
Kane traveled as a wanted man, and was looking for the answer to why he is wanted. He travelled to the outskirts of Utah where he was not wanted. He found out through travelers that he was framed for the incident in the vault. Now Kane must find his killer, and restore his name.
Nuka Cola is tasty!
1: Uh... Teh_Catface, thank you very much
2: lolwut? I didn't steal anyone's definition... We must just think similarly?
Oh well... It doesn't matter, thanks for approving me and I'll see you on the server
IGN: Bacon_Nator
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: Most of my day
Why us?: It seems to be one of the only legit looking fallout servers since Vault RP demise from horrible owners and staff.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Roleplay is a state of inserting your self into another persons life giving life to a new persona potentially allowing you to be something you can not be in everyday life for example protaining to this a day to day survivor struggling thru the horrors and good times of a post apoc society.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is taking occ information and using it ingame without any possable way of gathering that knowledge ICly for example Occly some on says i have alot of diamonds stored in my house some one can not go to his house kill him and steal them without some how gaining that knowledge in game from the person himself.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is basically saying I am a ninja super assassin Overlord or in simple terms your one of the assassins from Assassins creed capable of annihilation mass groups of men with tiny knives attached to your wrist and live and do it again tommorow.
IC:
Name: Cedric Bacon
Nickname: (Optional) Cedric
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: A skinny Caucasian Male standing at 6'-1" with dark brown hair. His lower face is badly disfigured which he covers with a desert camo bandana. He also has a scar slashed across his left eye which resulted in Blindness in his Left eye.
Personality: Cedric is a Chill relaxed person who lets most things roll off his back But he is fiercely loyal to any cause he follows and defends his friends and family willing to give his life for them. But Cedric can not turn down a good bottle of whiskey when he comes around it.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
This is a exert from a real RP event from Vault RP
Cpt. Bacon- Alright Men listen up you all know the drill this is a simple search and recover mission Main objective Pvt. Frost. Cpl. Thermal you and Pvt. Red will scale the wall first and provide overwatch for the rest of us while we search for the MIA. Any questions?
Pvt Red- Yeah one sir how do we even know hes alive sir?
Cpt B- We dont and if hes not then we will retrieve his corpse and if there is not a corpse we will retrieve his tags any other questions? good move out.
* The small force of troopers move out towards the Legion fort. In the darkness of the twilight the troopers snipe the patrolling sentries and sneak into the camp stealthily searching for Pvt. Frost until they came upon the crucifixes where the decaying body of Pvt Frost hung birds picking off pieces of flesh here and there.*
Pvt. Wolf- *Pukes* ughhh Sir the mmmmMonsters what human could do this to another ughhhh *pukes again*
Cpt. B- Stand up Soldier we have a job to do *reaches up and gingerly removes the corpse from the cross and humps it over his back* ughh Move out.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Birth- Age3
Cedric was born into a childless family in the growing city of shady sands of the New California Republic. He was the first born to Michelle and Benjamin Bacon a modest family who lived in a modest adobe. Michelle Bacon was a local school teacher teaching the local children how to read and write, Cedrics Father was a courier for the Gun Runners transporting guns to long distant customers and cedric's childhood was as good as a apocalyptic one could be with 3 more brothers and a sister being born into the family everything seemed perfect until one day when his father was held up and robbed losing a large sum of weapons which his employers the gun runners held him responsible to pay back. His father slipt deeper and deeper in debt and was fired from his courier position unable to pay his debt to the gun runners he layed low the gun runners VERY unhappy with the lack of repaid money sent out a bounty for the kidnapping of Cedric and his mother on their return from the local school but the attempted kidnapping was foiled by MP's who heard the cries, His father became spooked and signed him and his family up for a new government sponsored expedition to establish a new state in the old Mexican state of Baja called Rattletail he was around age 3.
New Life in Baja
Cedrics family and the other settlers which came out to around 29 people laid claim to a lay of laid around a old broken well which still held water. The settlement soon was established with six households living in hastily built shacks and a repaired well ad things look like there was potential here that was till the first contact, About a month after the settlement laid down its claims the native locals who occupied the land arrived and demanded access to the well which the then elected mayor John Charleston declined and threw the locals out. The locals soon arrived in force sparking a siege of Rattletail. Many of the settlers started to get killed as the siege continued Cedrics own family suffered from the death of his sister and his oldest younger brother. As the death toll soon rose to half of the town the mayor ordered a fake attack upon the besiegers to provide a distraction to allow Cedrics mother Michelle to escape with his brother to get back to the NCR and get help. A week after his mother and brother left for aid a group of 28 NCR Rangers under the command of Head Ranger Hanlon to assist the town, but they were to late the towns populace had been reduced to just 5 out of the 29 with Cedric his father the Mayor and his sons surviving. Eventually after much argument from the mayor the Ranger Hanlon forced The mayor and Cedrics father to abandon the town and move back to NCR territory so they packed up and left.
Rebuilding of the town and Cedrics Teen years
The Mayor with permission from the president and congress established another town called Anza-Borrego where Cedrics remaining family settled. His father soon built a wealthy big horn ranch teaching Cedric the ways of ranching and how to shoot so that he could defend the cattle from bandits and wild life. At age 13 there was a accident during a firefight between the local NCR garrison and raiding bandits at his fathers ranch resulting in the big horn barn to set upon fire. Cedric understanding this was his families source of income ignored the orders of the soldiers and ran into the barn forcing a stamped of the bighorns but was caught in barns collapse a burning beam striking cedric across the face forever marring it falling into unconscious he was rescued by a NCR trooper. Things returned to normal after that Cedric live out his life to 17 when his father was tragically murdered with all of his live stock Cedric in a rampage using the skills his father taught him he tracked down the murders like wild game shooting all but one dead the last on he proceed to shoot off body piece by body piece until he broke and told him the names of the men who hired him which cedric then put him out of his misery. Later that night the Mayor was awakened by a bright blaze ran out side he blanched at the sight of mutilated bodies and head on steaks outside of his front door his barn ablaze suddenly gun shots slew the silence of the night ringing out from the mayors home suddenly afraid he ran back into his home and for his closet where he stored his service rifle from his time as a trooper only to trip over his dead wife before he had a chance to recover a heavy club whacked him apon the head. When he awoke he was tied in his cellar Cedric stood before him the Mayors sons were tied and blindfolded on the floor. Cedric demanded answers of why the mayor hired
people to kill his father when he finally received his answer that he was payed by the Gun runners to do it Cedric Shoot each of his sons in the head and then cut out the mayors tongue and plunged the knife into the mayors diaphragm leaving him to die a slow painful death.
He returned home and grabed a rifle some ammo a bag of supplies saddled up a horse and headed off to a place he read about in a pre war book his mother carried with her all the way from Shady Sands, a place called Sin City some where in the Mojave dessert.
*Side Note*
For reference here are links to lore I used
http://fallout.wikia...wiki/Rattletail
http://fallout.wikia...ki/Anza-Borrego
Also anyone ever make the IRL Nuka cola recipe it is sure tasty
Response
selbor61, on 12 June 2012 - 05:42 PM, said:
Hello Bacon_Nator,
Before I review your app, you have four bans.
One for hacking. [Serious Concern]
One for wrong doing.
One for importing banned players text documents.
And the final one for an undisclosed reason.
Explain ALL of the above.
For now: Denied
My Response
1st was for using zombe mod pack on a creative server after a admin gave us permission without asking the owner. (note this was late alpha early beta creative mode did not exsiste)
2nd honestly no idea never heard of Signedfortune.com:2222?
3rd This is because the creative server i got banned for #1 is connected to this one so they share a ban list.
4th Because I said AVO was funny so the owner banned me because apparently he thinks not.
IGN: 50hence
Age:16
Time you can dedicate: About 80% of my time.
Why us?: Because all the other servers I play suck, and thats the truth, and I have envied the day some one made a Fallout server.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Acting for fun, and seeing the world through someone else's eyes
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using things IC that you learn OOC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Some one shots 10 guys in 2 seconds
IC:
Name: Keenan McCall
Nickname: 50,
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, thin, tanned, Brown eyes, Black hair.
Personality: Curious, sarcastic, intelligent, laid-back, Paranoid
In-game RP example:
Ken: Hey you there.
50:Who me?
Ken:Do you see anyone else dumbass?
50:Then what the hell do you want old man?
Ken: What do you think? Food, water, anything really.
50:Why ask me?
Ken:I saw all those supplies you were carrying.
50: I'm sorry I can't spare anything at the moment.
Ken:Well it looks like we have a problem.
50:No you have a problem, I'm fine.
Ken:Starts laughing No you have a problem, GET HIM BOYS
50:Pulls out 10mm pistols and takes 4 shots before any of the old man's sons get to anywhere close to him. He walks up to the old man who is shivering with intense fear. Looks like you have a problem.....
Background: A traveller all the way from Iowa, 50hence thought to be one of the luckiest people in the world since Iowa was a main target during the war (being in the center of the U.S). He decided he to set out before things got worse. As rumors spread of settlements out west he decided to take his chances and head west. On his way he ran it many problems. Luckily these "problems" showed him that he was capable of more than he ever thought. With this new set of confidence he decided if he was going to survive he would have to be ruthless. So he did just that, he stole from others, scammed others, and even killed others. But he all was wanting was just to live a peaceful life and maybe try to be something in the world. But until that day happened he did what was necessary. After about 3 weeks he arrived in what he believed to be Utah, he was out of supplies and hope. He found a small hole, he curled up and fell asleep. Then next time he woke, he found himself strapped to a chair with a man across from him.
50: Who are you?
Man: Stands up and punches 50 in the stomach repeatedly. I ask the questions! Who are you?
50: My name is 50hence I'm from Iowa-
Man: ********. Iowa is deserted everyone that was there is either dead or a ****ing ghoul.
50: Why would I lie I was ready to die and still am.
Man: Wait here. The man exits the room for about 20 minutes and then returns. I have a proposition for you.
50: Oh yeah whats that? You gonna beat the **** out of me some more?
Man: Shut the **** up and listen. I want to offer you a job. With protection, purpose, and the means to survive.
50: I'm listening.
Man: Right now your in a Brotherhood of Steel outpost. We are what's left of the Utah Chapter. We are near the brink of starvation and don't have the man power to Keep up the fight. All we ask is that you join us and just try to help us survive.
50: About 20 minutes ago you were beating the **** out me, why should I even consider it.
Man: Because we are all you got! That's why!
50: How do I know your not bullshittng me?
Man: I guess that four you to find out.
Nuka Cola is Tasty!
OOC:
IGN: Daaaaaaaaav3 (9 a's)
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: 1-2 hours a day
Why us?: I haven't really played minecraft in a while and the few servers that I saw for roleplaying has really not been on there game if you know what I mean.
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-playing is basically telling a story by controlling a character you have created, taken control of, or is you yourself. You are able to do what you want and what you went. Nothing is a linear path.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is having the knowledge of something that your character that you control would not know.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is something every 10 year old does. Thinks they are a god and can kill anyone and everyone.
IC:
Name: Theodore Deyalivan Schneider
Nickname: (Optional) Deyalivan
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rustly beard and clothes that are torn inside and out. Abnormally tall where as he stands over any normal human. Has eyes the color of the ocean before the fallout. and of course, burnette hair that is more scruffy then a dog.
Personality: Schizophrenic, quiet, laid-back
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Deyalivan is laying in the wide open fields just staring at the sky when two random travellers walk up*
Traveller #1: Hey, can you spare me those extra cans you got there.
*Deyalivan just looks at him intesenly, then jumps up on his feet and just stares*
Traveller #2: Hey man, we just wanted to know if you have any spare food. Do you mate?
*Deyalivan cocks his head at the other guy, looks at both at them and just goes back to lying on the ground*
Traveller #1:(whispers) I think we can just take it, this guy seems a little off his boots by just leaving it out in the open.
Traveller #2: Be careful taking it. You never know what this weirdo is going to do.
*Traveller #1 picks up one of the cans and Deyalivan jumps on both his feet pulls out a pistol and shoots the can out of the guys hand without hurting him*
*Both travellers step back*
Traveller #1: Sorry man, you didn't say anything! We will be on your way.
Deyalivan: No. That was mine, take these.
*throws another can at them and they both scurry away quickly while Deyalivan goes back to laying on the ground and looking at the sky*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Borned and raised on the Candian border in the woods Deyalivan never really had a family. He lived with his Uncle who was over the age of 75 and on the verge of dieing. His uncle told him many stories over the years on the wars, and the deaths, and the victories over the mutants. He even showed Deyalivan how to shoot when he was just 14. He knew his parents, but they ran off to defend for themselves and had their brother take care of Deyalivan. His uncle knew his parents died when he was 16 and never decided to tell him. Deyalivan was an odd child, he grew up with a weird sense of living and always enjoy just laying out in the land with nothing else to do. His uncle told Deyalivan that he had schizophrenia when he was 17 after figuring it out. Deyalivan had killed many animals when he was young and this was the main sign. He told his uncle that when he would lay out in the fields he was able to see blue oceans and green grass. He was able to see blue skies and lit up cities that weren't broken down. He was unsure what was real and what was not since he noticed most people were having trouble living through the time. The problem with Deyalivan as well was the insomonia. He never was able to sleep his entire life and also lived through these two different fields of vision, one with green grass and blue skies, and the other with the fallout. When he was around the age of 18, he decided to go south to look for his parents to finalize the family bond.
Deyalivan began his journey south to Utah where he heard many of the great salt lake and the many forests, from his alternative reality he lives in. On the way Deyalivan met a lot of strange people and became worried of them because they did not see the crystal water and the green grass yet it was him who had the problem. Overall, Deyalivan is on the quest to find something new, or is the new what he really sees in his dreams?
Nuka Cola is tasty!
I hope I get accepted, sorry for the app. It is not as perfect as I wished. I love roleplaying though. DnD since 2003.
IGN:AZS_GHOST
Age:16
Time you can dedicate:12hrs/week
Why us?:I love RP and fallout
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Assuming all aspects of another role that isn't yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:Using OOC info IC
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing impossible things like killing everyone with one punch.
IC:
Name: Boris
Nickname: (Optional)
Age:26
Gender:Male
Appearance: Dark bearded man.
Personality: Fight first, ask questions later.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Surviver: Who.. Who are you?
Boris: The few that know me call me Boris.
Surviver: Are you.. going to kill me?
Boris: That depends.. Are you going to tell me the code to the safe or not?
Surviver: I"ll never tell anyone! The contents of this safe hold something people have never seen since the Fallout!
Boris: Then I guess you shall have to die.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
I travel for no other reason then to go somewhere new, and in hopes of finding a place to call my mine. I stay low. Should I deem something or someone a threat --- they will never know it; for it will be too late for them. I do not kill for fun or for pleasure. I kill to survive and every now and then to help someone else do so. However they will never know that they had my help, just that something happened and there still alive to wonder what. I' am present, but not here nor there. And the only reason I ever travel to a town is for supplies, but don't count on me paying for then. In fact, you would never know anything was gone. Much less that there was someone there to take them. I easily get around after all. The ruins of what was at one time DC are not able to keep me bound to any given spot. In fact there is no door that is locked well enough to keep me out. and enemy's leave me alone. But I guess that's easy for them if the don't know I'm there. I take what is mine from the ruins, and that is whatever I want. Money means nothing to guys like me. I deal in guns and supplies. To simply put it, I am a rouge, thief, savior and sniper. I just simplely am not here, and I like it that way. I've always though that Nuka Cola is tasty.
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My IGN is Josephlittle
Okay, your definitions seems wrong, and need to be expanded. Also your story seems a bit confusing. Are you saying he was alive at the time of The Great War? Because he would be dead, unless he was a ghoul. Reason behind that is because, the events of Fallout Sins of Our Fathers takes place a few hundred years after The Great War. Just explain that to me, fix it up a bit. Also extend your back story. I don't think you can make up the conditions of current factions in Utah. Also I don't think you can make yourself immediately a part of a faction, you must apply.
Fix this up and I will let you in, but until then.