Alright... Uhm..... XD Idk why this is giving me so much trouble... I'ma... Okay. Think I got it.
Powergaming: Being unfairly powerful in RP- either doing unrealistic, superpowered things to bend the situation in your favor, or stealing control of other players' characters to dictate how they react.
If not- pleaaase, give a girl a hint. x.x
Muuuuch better! There you go, I'm happy to declare your app
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OOC:
IGN: GhostyS
Age:17
Time you can dedicate: About 2-4 hours a day
Why us?: Well, i have had my fair share of rpg servers on other games such as terraria. Was even a mod on one once. But never done a minecraft rpg, and especially not a fallout one. It sounds fun and interesting.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-playing is where you act out a 'role' of a fictional character that you made up.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using OOC info or knowledge for IC use. Your character can't know what he hasn't learned in-game yet. Using peoples names, heading straight to a location which your char does not know about, telling people where you are or where others are.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is acting like your character is over-powered and can do all sorts of unrealistic things, for example; My charactar shoots lasers out of its eyes! *shoots lasers killing 3.4 million people*
IC:
Name: Ryder 'Ghost' plymourth
Nickname: (Optional) Ghost
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://www.planetmin...nderer-1027896/
Personality: While not the most friendly person, he does what he can to help those around him. Brave, somewhat intelligent and rather stern
In-game RP example: From my small rooftop, I could clearly see the NCR troopers as they approached the baby carriage. Inside laid a bundle of rags, and under that one of my homemade mines.
"Something doesn't feel right, Sergeant. What the hell is a carriage doing out here?"
I had to hand it to the trooper, it wasn't one of my better plans, but they caught me off guard. I had been traveling for two straight days up the Long 15, and fatigue seemed to be catching up with me. Luckily for me, I found a small, three room office building to rest at. Ihad to clear out a few Giant Soldier Ants, but they were no match for my stealth, of course the machete did not cut to deep, but it was enough to kill them.
"Check it out, Private," barked the Sergeant. "I don't want to take any chances tonight."
BOOM! Went my rifle as I fired a round Into the carriage, hitting the mine and causing a rather large explosion
The troopers torso launched into the sky and pirouetted, showering his comrades in entrails and blood. I smirked for awhile there, i worked really hard on that mine, before my attention snapped back to the remaining troops.
The Sergeant was the first to his feet, not long after he stood up did I let off another magnum round, this one shot his arm clean off. The remaining two troopers panicked and tried to run, each of them got a bullet in the back of the skull.
Ryder scavenged what useful items he could, some ammo, enough food and water for two more days of travel, and headed back along the road, hopefully to find somewhere to stay.
Background: Ryder was initially born in a small town called Northwatch ridge, to a certain Svetlana plymourth in a broken down building. Raised poor, and with a deceased father, Ryder soon acquired a varmint rifle where he shot small .22 rounds at thugs from afar; even patrolling NCR troopers. Over his youth and teenage years, refining rifle skills further with higher caliber weapons as he had to begin to hunt and do some dirty work to stay on top of the money.
When he was 17, his mother died of old age. He took on his fathers old leather armor, hat, and hood to protect from the harsh sun and set out. It was not long before he had to avoid the major gangs, make survival in the wilderness, etc. Quickly adapting to his situation and almost always camouflaged in some fashion when traveling through the wasteland and only choosing to engage his targets at range, unless forced to engage in hand-to-hand.
At age 28, he has 11 years of Wasteland survival under his belt as he wanders the Wastes, In till he receives a note, telling him to go to Utah, having nothing left leaves him no choice but to accept the offer.
Nuka Cola is tasty!
All right, I've gone over your app. Before you come into Utah, some things need to change.
-Power-gaming. You're missing a little something here, try reading the definition again.
-Background. You can not bring any functional equipment, armour, or weapons into Utah. Please adjust your background accordingly.
So, check those up, and you'll have a better chance at getting in. Until then, your app is
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IGN: CarpeDiem293 Age: 16 Time you can dedicate: Any day at any time unless preoccupied. Why us?: I haven't seen this idea anywhere else and I enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and Fallout NV Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To me role playing would have to be designing a character that can be whatever you want it to be. Then with that character have fun in living out that characters life where ever that character may live. Define Meta-gaming in your words::MetaGaming - Knowing things that you shouldn't know in character or where you're at in the story. Going places that you haven't discovered through playing yet. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing things without acting them out first. Doing unrealistic things in game.
Name: Jules Winnfield Nickname: (Optional) Age: 25 Gender: Male
Appearance: black with black curly hair, Curved sideburns that extend below the ear combined, but not connected to, a mustache that extends downward from the corners of the mouth to the jaw line. A soul path is also included. Worn out black suit with white undershirt and black standard tie. Personality: Quiet, stealthy, only making his presence known when needed. When he does show himself he speaks boldly and with authority. Stern. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) -At a bar in Megaton- Bar keeper to Jules "You're not from around here are you?" Jules "No." Bar keeper "Well, what brings you to Megaton?" Jules "Business" Bar keeper "What sorta business?" Jules "The business dosen't involve conversations with bar keepers." Bar keepers "Well... I was just trying to make small talk ya know?" After feeling someone staring someone staring at him Jules sneaks a look behind him and sees a familiar man staring at him. Jules decides to approach the man curious about where hes seen him before. Jules "Do I know you?" Stranger "I don't believe so." Jules "No, I have seen you somewhere." -Jules places his hand closer to his gun- Jules "Does the name Clyde make you remember anything?" Stranger "Clyde?... Hmm Clyde.." -the stranger knowing that only someone close would know Clyde as Clyde decides to unholster his handgun- Jules "Move towards your gun again and i'll blow your blow your head off" Stranger "Ok take it easy, who are you?" Jules "11 years ago you helped a man gun down a man in his house" -The stranger feeling very uneasy pulls out his gun a little-. -Anger raising in jules voice he says "I said if you move your hand toward you hand again I will kill you. You're going to tell me who the man was that killed Clyde, and you're going to tell me where he is." Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Growing up Jules had a difficult life his mother was died in child birth and his father blamed it on him. Unfortunately Jules dad died when he as 5 due to a drug overdose. After Jules father death he was taken in by a co-worker at the weapons dealer shop that his father worked at. The man only went by Clyde, was a crippled older man in his 50's whose family had been murdered by his ex-employer. Clyde was an ex-hitman that worked for a local crime lord (Mr. White). After Clyde said he was done with being a hitman from Mr. White because he wanted to spend time with his family. Mr. White grew angry because Clyde was his best and decided to take the only thing Clyde cherished in life (his family..)
When Jules grew a little older around the age of 13 Clyde started training him to blend in with his surroundings and observe things better. Later on around the age on 15 Clyde trained Jules in weapons training and hand to hand combat. While Jules grew up Mr. White tried to keep him secret because he knew Mr. White would try to kill him if he heard about it. At the age of 16 Clyde was sold out by a co-worker, Mr. White came to kill Jules. When Whites gang showed up at Clydes house he told Jules to hid no matter what happened. After Clyde refused to tell where to Jules was hiding Mr. White decided to just shoot him in the chest and let him bleed out instead saying it would save a lot of trouble. After the gang left Jules tried to stop the bleeding but Clyde passed away on the floor. Since then Jules has been savaging what he can from the wastelands never staying to long in a certain place, just drifting through life. He's also a putang magnet.
Nuke Cola is tasty Thank you for reading this and I look forward to your reply.
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate:I guess you could call me a bit of a Minecraft addict. Hours a day ^^'
Why us?: Seemed like a good time, and I love roleplaying!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): I guess it's a form of acting, but with no script! Which makes it that much better! With a script, you know if your shot will hit or miss, with Role-playing... Well who knows except who you are shooting at! Anyhow, you take the role of someone else or something else and characterize it!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using stuff you already knew OOC for your IC advantage. Like seeing a chat about how someone was going to block off the road 200 yards away, and this influences you to have your character take a back alley for no apparent reason.
Define Power-gaming in your words: It is when you say or do something that just couldn't be possible, or that someone has absolutely no chance at stopping. "Zeke picked up the truck and threw it at the three people, killing them all instantly." Over powered strength, and they had no "chance" to stop it.
IC:
Name: Zeke Sharp
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Skills: Not the best shot, but can use a gun if needed. Much better in hand in hand due to the bandits that taught him. An exceptional skill in lockpicking that made him stick out from the rest of the bandits.
Personality: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely and scared without someone around.
Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
"What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album! "I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and what could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, to his fathers horror, he got it open! His father saw this and quickly brandished him, and this was when the bandits struck down his mother outside of the store, and his father quickly grabbed the gun and shot the first bandit to walk inside, only to be shot himself by the second and third bandits.
This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes, crippling him. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He quickly made haste into the desolate Wasteland and quickly found himself lost, never venturing to far from the camp himself. All of his possessions had been in that camp! His screwdriver, his bobby pins, and most importantly, his weapons. He relied only on his sneak, and an awful lot of luck, to make it to make it to Freeside, a town near the strip that he had heard of once before.. Where he met up with an odd man by the name of Stuart. He had learned of some lingering gangs in the area, and how they had all been talking about how there was new life in Utah, and that it would be a smart investment to make his way there. Stuart was an odd man, always nervous and looking over his shoulder. A man with something to hide perhaps? But this was of no matter, they had decided they would make their way to Utah together with the little things they had.
After much travel they were dwindling on the few provisions they had between them, but they had made it. This was the land of opportunity! Well, for Stu that is.
Soon after reaching the outskirts of a slaver town called Nelson, Stuart had turned his gun on Zeke, demanding everything he owned. Zeke was petrified, confused, and betrayed. "But.. I helped you make it here! You can't just turn on me!"
"You learn to grow up quick in the Wasteland kid." Now Zeke was truly alone. Alone and scared.
"Nuka Cola is tasty!"
As for that ban.. Honestly I have no idea. I can't imagine me ever being banned, hell I only play on about 4 different servers. Although if it was more recent, all I can say is I have a friend who knows my password and has changed my skins a few time to... Well, let's just say less appropriate things. I could see him griefing with it and such, and I do apologize. I have altered my password to that of a more private one. Again, deeply sorry and I do hope this application is better!
OOC IGN: McFuzwuffers Age: 14 Time you can dedicate: At least 45 minutes a day. Why us?: I love the fallout universe and enjoy roll playing. It was also recommended to me by a friend. Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the roll of another character to interact with other people using words. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing something out of character then using it in character. Ie: Man walks up to stranger and calls him by name having not even met the man in game. Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character really over powered (unfair roll playing). Ie: Man walks up to a group of 9 bandits and kills them all with one kick.
IC Name: Robert Montana Nickname: Rob Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: 3ft tall (dwarfism), Brown coat, blue jeans, face unseen; drives a upgraded, unarmed military Protectron suit from the inside Personality: Robert is very ambitious and uses his high intellect to avoid conflict. Only when the opportunity presents itself does he fight back and he can be quite agressive. Talks in a robotic voice for disguise. In-game RP example:
Robert was walking down the road next to what used to be the Great Salt Lake, only now its just a wasteland for bandits, murderers and thugs. As he walked down the road, three bandits approached him with there hunting rifles drawn.
"Hello citizens of Utah! What would you fella's like to speak to me about this fine evening?".
The larger one stepped forward and said, "Empty your pockets.".
*The bandit steps forward to collect Robs belongings and reaches his hand out*.
*Rob grabs bandits hand and twists it to the right, making a loud crack*.
*The bandit falls to his knees, cradling his hand and screaming out in pain, unable to make his next move*.
*Rob waits for someone to attack*.
*The second bandit takes a pot shot at Rob*.
*It hits him in the left shoulder temporarily shutting his arm down*.
*Rob grabs second bandits gun and whips it and him into the hard metal exterior of rob, rendering him unconscious on the ground*.
*The third bandit ams down his sights and shoots Rob in the chest*.
* the bullet hits Rob, lodging its self in the armor, knocking him on the ground*.
*Rob gets up, but stumbles*.
*Rob thrusts fist at bandits face*.
*Crushes bandits noes and knocks bandit out*.
*Rob punches first bandit and knocks him out*.
"Threats neutralized.".
* Rob walks over the the unconscious bandits and loots them*.
"756 caps, a hunting rifle, 119 .56 rounds, and a nuka cola. This is a good day...".
Background:Robert Montana was born unto Mary and Joseph Montana May 6, 2221 in Salt Lake City. His mother died at child birth due to the cause of too much blood loss. He was born a premature baby which caused his dwarfism.When his father, Joseph, heard the news of his wife's death, he fell into a state of deep depression. Josheph would stay out late, come home drunk and beaten. He would then take his anger out on Rob. Once he realized he had a problem, he thought that he could no longer take car of Rob and sent him off to a Enclave camp somewhere by salt lake city. When he arrived there, they sought no other use for him other then a lab rat. He was apart of a special experiment that would painfully inplant different types of information into his cerebral cortex. Fighting tactics, construction methods, various scientific algorithms. All this things would make a perfect super soldier. The more he endured the smarter he became.
By age 18 he had mastered technologic and scientific warfare. He knew that this device would only be used for evil and death. He destroyed it by hacking the terminal and activating protocol 10, this would override all commands and set the power generator to generate 10 as much as it can handle, making a perfect explosion. Rob had to escape, it was his only option. Killing one of the guards silently with a shank he had fashioned, he swiped his security card and used it to open several doors leading out, taking everything the guard had. Once he was free he had to find a way to stay hidden. He found an old ware house wich used to be a Robo Co. storage unit. Rob spent days hauling out the insides of a protectron and upgrading it so that he could use it from inside, only going out to get food and essentials. Once he was done he new it was the perfect disguise. For the next six years he wandered Utah looking for people just as smart as him and people he can trust.
I apologize for the long waiting time, I've been having issues with my account and posting, seems to be fixed [I hope] and as soon as I have access to a computer I'll go over these. Hugs and smiles - Niloc692
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
5/30/2011
Posts:
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Minecraft:
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Xbox:
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Member Details
OOC:
IGN: uprightkillert
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: I can play for many hours everyday
Why us?: I've been looking for a good RP server and this one looks awesome!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Taking the role of a character and exploring the world as that player
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing a skill that your character hasnt discovered yet.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being too powerful Ex: Being able to pick up a super heavy object and throw it at group of people killing them instantly.
IC:
Name: John Anderson
Nickname: (Optional) GunHawk
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: About 6"3.Darkish short hair. Short Choppy beard with scars on his face from the savage Wasteland. Wears wore-down armor that is one or two shots away from being broke.
Personality: A brave and willing warrior that will defend himself from raiders and creatures
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) John was cautiously walking down the streets of Salt Lake City when two bounty hunters came out of an alley. John: "Well hello there fine gentlemen!" The two hunters draw closer with every step. Hunter 1: There's a bounty on your head." Hunter 2: And we're here to claim it!" *The hunters draw up there weapons* *One holding a rifle and the other holding a pistol* John: "Come on gentlemen, can't we be civilized here?" That doesn't stop the hunters. *John thinks quickly and pulls out his pistol* *He quickly shoots and kills the hunter with the pistol* *As one of the hunters hits the ground, the other hunter shoots at John and lands a bullet in his leg* *John yells out and fires a bullet into the hunters chest, killing him instantly* *John then limps back to his hideout* He fights to live another day.
Background: John Anderson was born unto Emma and Isaac Anderson on April 8, 2257 in Salt Lake City. John lived happily with both of his parents until he was 6 years old. When he was 6, his mother was killed by bandits. John and his father were devastated. Isaac didn't come out of his room after that happened. John had to basically take care of himself his whole childhood. One day when John was 14, his dad finally snapped. Isaac went crazy. He started to destroy the house and tried to fight with John. Isaac soon grabbed a knife and tried to stab John. In the mix, Isaac missed and accidentally stabs himself. John stood there watching. He didn't know what to do, so he just ran. He ran and hid. He decided to never return to his home again.
By the age 19 he had learned to use many guns including every rifle and every pistol. He also learned simple medical care and computer skills. John knew that he could use these skills to survive for a long time in the savage Wasteland. He could also use his skills in turn for caps if he needed them. Over those years of hiding, John set up a very elaborate hideout in a subway tunnel. He had everything he needed. Food, water, and enough ammo to last him a century. Not to mention, he has the best defenses besides the military. The only thing he didn't have was followers to help him in his endeavors. He has been searching the Wasteland for years looking for people to help him.
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate:I guess you could call me a bit of a Minecraft addict. Hours a day ^^'
Why us?: Seemed like a good time, and I love roleplaying!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples): I guess it's a form of acting, but with no script! Which makes it that much better! With a script, you know if your shot will hit or miss, with Role-playing... Well who knows except who you are shooting at! Anyhow, you take the role of someone else or something else and characterize it!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using stuff you already knew OOC for your IC advantage. Like seeing a chat about how someone was going to block off the road 200 yards away, and this influences you to have your character take a back alley for no apparent reason.
Define Power-gaming in your words: It is when you say or do something that just couldn't be possible, or that someone has absolutely no chance at stopping. "Zeke picked up the truck and threw it at the three people, killing them all instantly." Over powered strength, and they had no "chance" to stop it.
IC:
Name: Zeke Sharp
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Skills: Not the best shot, but can use a gun if needed. Much better in hand in hand due to the bandits that taught him. An exceptional skill in lockpicking that made him stick out from the rest of the bandits.
Personality: A bit distant, trying not to get to attached. Although tough on the outside, he can get lonely and scared without someone around.
Looks: Covers a hideous scar running across his cheek and down to his cheek with a worn cloth scarf. Tanned skin and longer brown hair.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
"What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album! "I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): Zeke grew up with his parents Jack and Julia Lynn. Although then he was known as Zach, and from a very young age he was put to work in his parents shop doing odd jobs. One day he saw his father place a gun into the safe that resided behind the store counter, and this was the first fascination that budded into Zeke's brain on safes and what could lie inside. After months of tinkering with the metal box, to his fathers horror, he got it open! His father saw this and quickly brandished him, and this was when the bandits struck down his mother outside of the store, and his father quickly grabbed the gun and shot the first bandit to walk inside, only to be shot himself by the second and third bandits.
This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes, crippling him. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He quickly made haste into the desolate Wasteland and quickly found himself lost, never venturing to far from the camp himself. All of his possessions had been in that camp! His screwdriver, his bobby pins, and most importantly, his weapons. He relied only on his sneak, and an awful lot of luck, to make it to make it to Freeside, a town near the strip that he had heard of once before.. Where he met up with an odd man by the name of Stuart. He had learned of some lingering gangs in the area, and how they had all been talking about how there was new life in Utah, and that it would be a smart investment to make his way there. Stuart was an odd man, always nervous and looking over his shoulder. A man with something to hide perhaps? But this was of no matter, they had decided they would make their way to Utah together with the little things they had.
After much travel they were dwindling on the few provisions they had between them, but they had made it. This was the land of opportunity! Well, for Stu that is.
Soon after reaching the outskirts of a slaver town called Nelson, Stuart had turned his gun on Zeke, demanding everything he owned. Zeke was petrified, confused, and betrayed. "But.. I helped you make it here! You can't just turn on me!"
"You learn to grow up quick in the Wasteland kid." Now Zeke was truly alone. Alone and scared.
"Nuka Cola is tasty!"
As for that ban.. Honestly I have no idea. I can't imagine me ever being banned, hell I only play on about 4 different servers. Although if it was more recent, all I can say is I have a friend who knows my password and has changed my skins a few time to... Well, let's just say less appropriate things. I could see him griefing with it and such, and I do apologize. I have altered my password to that of a more private one. Again, deeply sorry and I do hope this application is better!
Oooooh...what a stab to the back! Hopefully you have better luck in Utah, this app is
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IGN: Crumshaw33
Age: 13
TIme I dedicate: 2-4 hours
Why us?: I love the way this server looks, it stands out from the other ones
Role-playing game: Something based on real life that is interactive
Metagaming- Using out of character knowledge for in character gaming
Powergaming- Killing many people at once, overlypowerful
Name: Crumshaw33
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearence: Fiery looking Nether guard
Personality: Nice and caring
Rp Example: Bob walked down a alleyway and saw a dark shadow at the other end. He called out "Hello Sir!" The man jumped up pulled out a gun. Bob looked in disbelief before turning around and running. But it was too late and the man shot him.
Backround:Not too much to say, I think to myself. I'm an orphan now ever since our house was raided. I remember it clear as day. It was about midnight and a storm was rolling in. My mother had already tucked me into bed around 8:00 and gone to sleep after watching a little television. I heard a crashing noise and some whispering. I was scared at first so I went to my mothers room and woke her up. I told her "I hear something downstairs!" My mother got out of bed and grabbed a baseball bat sitting next to her dresser. She told me "wait here Billy and don't leave this room." My mother started creeping down the stairs and before I knew it she screamed.
I heard scrambling and a gunshot then the whole house went silent. I couldn't take it anymore and ran out of my mothers room. There were three men rushing out the door and my mother motionless on the ground. The Baseball bat was thrown to the side of the door. I ran down the stairs and said "Mother? Can you hear me?" But there was nothing but silence.
Nuka Cola is tasty!
I'ev read over your application, before you can get into Utah, you need to check...
-Power-gaming. This isn't the full definition I'm looking for. Try reading the definition again.
-Name. What kind of mother names their son "Crumshaw33"?
-Appearence. This is a problem because in Fallout there are no "nether gaurds"
-RP example. Please give me a bit more here. More actions dialogue, and a little longer too.
-Background. This doesn't seem to quite fit up with Fallout lore. No "televisions" would be functional. Also, you're going to need to explain more about your character. This is only one event in his life, explain all of his life until now please.
So, check those things over, and you'll have a much better chance at getting into Utah. For now, this app is
OOC: IGN: ravensixs Age: 14 Time you can dedicate: At least 2 hours a day, probably maxed out at 7 or 8. Why us?: I've searched for other Fallout servers previously, though this was the only one that caught my eye. Most of them had a very generic storyline, boring looking gameplay, and just didn't feel like Fallout all together. This server, on the contrary, seems like a very well developed RP server, and i'd love to be apart of it. Define Role-Playing in your words: Creating a name for yourself under many different circumstances, lores, worlds, etc. This "name" having a reputation among the world he inhabits, and interacts with while also Controlling, and performing this "name"'s actions throughout the story. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Pretending your character has knowledge of a certain aspect of the world he lives in, be it a name, location, etc. prior to gaining that knowledge yourself. Define Power-gaming in your words: Performing actions that are unrealistically unfair and would never happen under any normal circumstances in game.
IC: Name: Donovan Nickname: Rook Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Shaved head, dark colored eyes, gray/black pants, with a worn out dark red hoodie, and a bandana around his mouth of the same color. Personality: A stereo typical bandit, though he has not lost all traces of humanity, he won't murder someone in cold blood, however he will stand his ground in any shootout, more so if they're on his land. In-game RP example:
(While patrolling the area near his camp, he spots what appears to be a mercenary walking a bit too close to it. He draws his revolver and takes aim)
Rook: (whistles loudly) Ey! Hold your ground if you want to keep your jaw intact!
Merc: Woah! Woah! Don't shoot! I-I was just traveling, I don't mean any harm.
Rook: Yeah, we'll see about that. Drop your pack and your weapons on the ground in front of you, now.
Merc: (does so)
Rook: Alright then. Explosives, ammunition, multiple firearms, and other assorted murder catalysts. Come to think of it, you don't exactly look like the friendliest face out here. You're not packing light either, especially for someone who was "just traveling". Care to explain? (pulls revolver's hammer back)
Merc: Of course I am! I haven't settled down anywhere. This is everything I own, I carry it with me wherever I go.
Rook: Really now? That outfit of yours sure does look NCR, you sure you're a merc?
Merc: Of course! I picked this up from a dead NCR officer during my travels out in these woods. I couldn't have passed up this opportunity, this outfit has offers more protection than what I was wearing.
Rook: Huh. Funny, NCR isn't stationed this far out in the woods.
Merc: And just how the HELL do you know that?!
Rook: You're not in a position to question my accusitions, merc. I think the truth here is you came to loot this camp.
Merc: I didn't! I swear!
Rook: Then this really is a shame. (pulls trigger, killing the merc)
Background: Originally born a fiend, he became an educated and well known caravan trader after being inspired to do so once he saw how much better his life could be. Leaving everyone in his tribe was difficult, but he promised to return with wealth to offer his family after he had spent some time on the road. For once, he didn't have to worry about making ends meet. The pay was good, he met plenty of nice folk along the way, and generally lived a pretty good life. One day, his caravan was ambushed along the I-15, when it wasn't infested with deathclaws, of course. He almost lost his life trying to save his partners, though he was the only survivor. He was out there by himself, left to die on the side of the road, when a courier strolled by.
The courier gave him a few stimpaks, weapons, ammo, food, and everything he needed to get back to his place of birth. Though the road back was a treacherous one, as his village was located far south of Primm, he managed. As it turns out, his village was raided. The sick and elderly were killed, the rest enslaved, and the camp crushed into the sand. Angry, depressed, and alone, Donovan decided to leave the Mojave, to begin again. Many areas interested him, the Sierra Madre, Zion, etc., though he couldn't decide on one. After scavenging the remains of his village, he found a greeting card from Utah that caught his eye. After years of spending his time with everything he owned with him at all times, he thought this would be the perfect place to settledown. The now orphaned Donovan packed his bag, and began to head East, to Utah.
Nuka cola is tasty
All right, I have read your app. There are a few things that need to change before you can get into Utah, those being...
-Power-gaming. Not quite. Read the rest of the definition, this is missing something.
-Background. Only problem here is "packed his bag" When you come into Utah you cannot have functional equipment, armour, or weapons. Please edit this accordingly.
-Bans. You have QUITE the banlist following you there, 7 different bans. 2 imported, 2 unexplained, 1 for foul language, 1 for spam, and 1 for griefing. I will need a good response regarding these.
So, some work will need to be done to this application before it is accepted. For now,
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OOC:
IGN: The_GodFather43
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: 2-6 hours a day
Why us?: I love Fallout and didn't realize that there was a great fallout Rp server just around the corner
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing for me is a great experience you can be who ever you want or whatever you want. You can do anything i can be a hero or a villain or be "The kid from vault 101" i just love that you can be anything you want that what Rp is to me being what you want.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is pretty much learning about something OOC and then acting like your character some how magically learned it and then that character uses it in whatever situation
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming is not giving the person you a rping with the chance to react like if you said "i swung my axe and chopped off The_GodFather43's head" then that is power gaming because you did not give the guy a chance to react. Instead you would have to say "I swung my axe attempting to chop off The_GodFather43s head" that would give the person the ability to react.
IC:
Name: Durak
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: wears a mask to protect from radiation and has dark brown robes. The lens on his mask are red making him have a bit of a evil look to him.
Personality: A young man raised to fend for himself yet he still must treat others correctly. Respect is big to him and so is survival. His work ethic is high and he will do what is needed if that means to survive or to simply help out a friend. He's also loyal and faithful to close ones and can be deadly to the not so close ones.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Durak: *walks down the lonely road looking for any sign of life
Durak: *Hears a young child screaming in the distance
Durak: *tracks the sounds getting closer and closer until he sees the child
Child: 'Help! Help! Please anyone help!'
Child: *starts crying louder as the Giant Scorpion gets closer and closer raising its long vicious tail to the young child.
Durak: *pulls out his steal blade and begins to approach the beast from behind.
Scorpion: *hisses at the child before it raises its tail to strike
Durak: *Jumps at the Scorpion and buries the blade deep within the Scorpions back killing it
Child: *Looks up in wonder why he has not died
Durak: "Are you ok? What in the hell are you doing out here?"
Child: *sniffles* "I just wanted to play, its so boring at home and out here its so fun"
Durak: "Fun? You almost just got killed do you think that is fun?"
Child: *shakes his head not making eye contact with Durak
Durak: "Where do you live ill take you home?"
Child: "I live outside of Salt Lake city"
Durak: 'Then we better get going the sun will set soon and its not a short walk"
Durak: *takes the child's hand and helps him up and begins to walk him towards the city.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
Durak is a younger man but very capable of holding his own. He was born with in the hell hole of the capitol wasteland. After growing up there he could no longer handle the people that surrounded him. All he had known where selfish people shooting one another just to have a can of beans. Durak had always stayed quite there not wanting to say anything that would offend something. Being alone most of the time he would train and he became quite good with a gun and a knife being able to shot things from 50 meters and cut things into pieces as fast as you could blink. Once he became old enough he decide it was time to leave the Capitol Wasteland and find somewhere that he belonged, where he could make a name for himself......... This place was Utah.
After weeks of traveling he arrived not knowing what to think or where to begin he began to wander. At first he found not much just more wasteland it was almost like he never left the capitol. He began to become angered wondering why there was nothing here or no one around. furiously pressing buttons on his pip-boy trying to find out what was wrong. What could be wrong everyone told him how great it was and how this is the next great place. Finally pulling up the map he realizes he is 200 miles away from where he needed to be. He cursed violentely turning off the pip-boy and looking up at the empty road ahead of him. He thought at that moment "was it worth it should i have left? Why am i even going?" then he looked back up at the road imagining what might lay ahead and says to himself "Yes it was worth it" as he starts to walk down the road towards what will be his now home .
Nuka-Cola is Tasty
All right, I've gone over your app. Befoer you get into Utah, a few things will need to be fixed.
-Appearence. No functional equipment allowed in Utah when you first enter, that mask will have to be broken or left behind.
-Background. Some things here could be explained more. Such as "where did you get a pip-boy?"
Check those things over, an re-apply. For now, your app is
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OOC:
IGN:LathosZan
Age:20
Time you can dedicate:as much as possible, which will be alot.
Why us?:I've been looking for a Fallout RP server, glad to finally find one that is both still up and RP based.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Improvisational acting using literary skills, often requiring one to act in the way of a character not of themselves.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using knowledge outside the game's world to influence your actions, ie. asking for info about a character your person cannot possibly know of.
Define Power-gaming in your words: God-moding, RPing things beyond what would be possible for your character.
IC:
Name: Anastasia Krier
Nickname: Ana (maybe?)
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall, pale, black hair, brown eyes. Her hair is wavy and long ,but often kept contained beneath her fedora, and her brown eyes are hidden often behind her dark shades. Her lips are full and often curled in a devious smirk. She often wears a business suit.
Personality: To Ana, all things are products with values, from lives to freedom, as significant as the caps in one's pockets or the rounds in one's rifle. She enjoys oppulence, and could be considered amoral or even immoral, depending o nthe perspective. She will willingly play sides against one-another if she would profit from it.
In-game RP example: Ana took her seat at the table o nthe upper level of the casino, overlookign the tables and bars. She set down her vodka, glass, and ashtray ont othe table, then herself into her seat. She lit a cigarette, too ka drag, then lounged slightly, exhaling her smoke and corssing her legs. "Alright, Mr. Durante... Tell me more about this job you wanted to offer me... Who, where, when, and most importantly, how much...?" she asked.
John Durante smirked and waved over one of his associates, setting down a case on the table. "I'm sure you'll find this amount satisfactory...?" He asked.
Ana opened the case, smiled at the pile of caps, then shut it. "This wil ldo fine.. .who's the unlucky *******, and where should I provide his brain some fresh air?" She asks.
"Thomas Kinkaid, a wealthy man from New Vegas. I'm sure you know of him? I want you to kill him, in his room at the Tops Casino... Keep it quiet, please."
Ana nodded, shutting the case. She stands, drops her cigarette in the tray, downs what is left in her glass, and walks away. She stops for a moment, looking back over her shoulder slightly. "Oh, and Mr. Durante? I thought you'd liek to know... You've been outbid and that Mr. Kinkaid sends his regards..." She says, pressing the switch and detonating the small explosive charge she had hidden under her ashtray. She continued walking as the loud boom resounded, leaving Daniel Durante dead and his associates either dead as well or incapacitated.
Background: Anastasia is of Russian origin, and from a young age, her father had taught her the mosti mportant lesson in her life: ALl things have a vlaue. She took this lesson to heart and, on her 15th birthday, when she was told of her father's death at the hands of his most recent contract, she did not cry. All she did was inquire about the state of his assets and equipment. When she found what he had left her, she promptly took up his previous occupation. Her first contract? Fixing her father's mistake. She tracked and eliminated his lost target, using the powerful charms she knew she possessed and her shrewd mind, unfettered by the weight on conscience.
Since, she has been known by many as either a valuable tool or a fate to be feared. Many paid for her services, and all kept wary of her, for should they prove more valuable to her dead than alive, they could be assured she'd be there to collect her dues. The lives of a few wealthy leaders would clearly be worth more than a couple of custom rounds from her beloved custom pistol, Rasputina, or a few well-placed pounds of C4. They made sure there was a value in keeping them alive; they wouldn't be around much longer if they failed to do so.
She has recently relocated to Utah, both in hopes of findign greener pastures, and to escape her the value of her own life, the sign of her job being done well. It was inevitable, she simply hoped to make the most she could of it while she was able to.
I personally find the flavour of Nuka Cola to be disgusting, but if I must... Nuka-Cola is tasty.
oh ho ho! So you have an assassin character, do you? This is too much of a coincidence. "a fate to be feared" I believe we already have a Fate to be feared, and he doesn't like competition...fair warning. But, before all of that, this app needs to be fixed up a bit.
-Meta-gaming. Out of game info is not the type of information that I'm lloking for here, try re-reading the definition.
-Power-gaming. Not quite. Power-gaming doesn't have to be something impossible, but it is unfair for one reason. Try re-defining this.
-Background. Only problem here is that you can not enter Utah with functional equipment, armour, or weapons. Please edit your background accordingly.
So, check those things up, and re-apply. That is, if you've got the guts...
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
IGN: CarpeDiem293 Age: 16 Time you can dedicate: Any day at any time unless preoccupied. Why us?: I haven't seen this idea anywhere else and I enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and Fallout NV Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To me role playing would have to be designing a character that can be whatever you want it to be. Then with that character have fun in living out that characters life where ever that character may live. Define Meta-gaming in your words::MetaGaming - Knowing things that you shouldn't know in character or where you're at in the story. Going places that you haven't discovered through playing yet. Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing things without acting them out first. Doing unrealistic things in game.
Name: Jules Winnfield Nickname: (Optional) Age: 25 Gender: Male
Appearance: black with black curly hair, Curved sideburns that extend below the ear combined, but not connected to, a mustache that extends downward from the corners of the mouth to the jaw line. A soul path is also included. Worn out black suit with white undershirt and black standard tie. Personality: Quiet, stealthy, only making his presence known when needed. When he does show himself he speaks boldly and with authority. Stern. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) -At a bar in Megaton- Bar keeper to Jules "You're not from around here are you?" Jules "No." Bar keeper "Well, what brings you to Megaton?" Jules "Business" Bar keeper "What sorta business?" Jules "The business dosen't involve conversations with bar keepers." Bar keepers "Well... I was just trying to make small talk ya know?" After feeling someone staring someone staring at him Jules sneaks a look behind him and sees a familiar man staring at him. Jules decides to approach the man curious about where hes seen him before. Jules "Do I know you?" Stranger "I don't believe so." Jules "No, I have seen you somewhere." -Jules places his hand closer to his gun- Jules "Does the name Clyde make you remember anything?" Stranger "Clyde?... Hmm Clyde.." -the stranger knowing that only someone close would know Clyde as Clyde decides to unholster his handgun- Jules "Move towards your gun again and i'll blow your blow your head off" Stranger "Ok take it easy, who are you?" Jules "11 years ago you helped a man gun down a man in his house" -The stranger feeling very uneasy pulls out his gun a little-. -Anger raising in jules voice he says "I said if you move your hand toward you hand again I will kill you. You're going to tell me who the man was that killed Clyde, and you're going to tell me where he is." Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Growing up Jules had a difficult life his mother was died in child birth and his father blamed it on him. Unfortunately Jules dad died when he as 5 due to a drug overdose. After Jules father death he was taken in by a co-worker at the weapons dealer shop that his father worked at. The man only went by Clyde, was a crippled older man in his 50's whose family had been murdered by his ex-employer. Clyde was an ex-hitman that worked for a local crime lord (Mr. White). After Clyde said he was done with being a hitman from Mr. White because he wanted to spend time with his family. Mr. White grew angry because Clyde was his best and decided to take the only thing Clyde cherished in life (his family..)
When Jules grew a little older around the age of 13 Clyde started training him to blend in with his surroundings and observe things better. Later on around the age on 15 Clyde trained Jules in weapons training and hand to hand combat. While Jules grew up Mr. White tried to keep him secret because he knew Mr. White would try to kill him if he heard about it. At the age of 16 Clyde was sold out by a co-worker, Mr. White came to kill Jules. When Whites gang showed up at Clydes house he told Jules to hid no matter what happened. After Clyde refused to tell where to Jules was hiding Mr. White decided to just shoot him in the chest and let him bleed out instead saying it would save a lot of trouble. After the gang left Jules tried to stop the bleeding but Clyde passed away on the floor. Since then Jules has been savaging what he can from the wastelands never staying to long in a certain place, just drifting through life. He's also a putang magnet.
Nuke Cola is tasty Thank you for reading this and I look forward to your reply.
I've gone over these again, let's see if I can't help you out.
-Meta-gaming. Simply knowing knowledge you should not idn't Meta-gaming. It is inevitable you will learn something that you shouldn't know, but it's not Meta-gaming until you...
-Power-gaming. Not the correct definition I'm afraid. Please re-read the definition, *hint* it involves your actions against players.
-Bans. You may be able to un-explain the circumstances of these bans, but fear not! As long as you realize we will not tolerate such things on our server, you'll be fine.
Re-apply soon, this app is
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OOC IGN: McFuzwuffers Age: 14 Time you can dedicate: At least 45 minutes a day. Why us?: I love the fallout universe and enjoy roll playing. It was also recommended to me by a friend. Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the roll of another character to interact with other people using words. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing something out of character then using it in character. Ie: Man walks up to stranger and calls him by name having not even met the man in game. Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character really over powered (unfair roll playing). Ie: Man walks up to a group of 9 bandits and kills them all with one kick.
IC Name: Robert Montana Nickname: Rob Age: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: 3ft tall (dwarfism), Brown coat, blue jeans, face unseen; drives a upgraded, unarmed military Protectron suit from the inside Personality: Robert is very ambitious and uses his high intellect to avoid conflict. Only when the opportunity presents itself does he fight back and he can be quite agressive. Talks in a robotic voice for disguise. In-game RP example:
Robert was walking down the road next to what used to be the Great Salt Lake, only now its just a wasteland for bandits, murderers and thugs. As he walked down the road, three bandits approached him with there hunting rifles drawn.
"Hello citizens of Utah! What would you fella's like to speak to me about this fine evening?".
The larger one stepped forward and said, "Empty your pockets.".
*The bandit steps forward to collect Robs belongings and reaches his hand out*.
*Rob grabs bandits hand and twists it to the right, making a loud crack*.
*The bandit falls to his knees, cradling his hand and screaming out in pain, unable to make his next move*.
*Rob waits for someone to attack*.
*The second bandit takes a pot shot at Rob*.
*It hits him in the left shoulder temporarily shutting his arm down*.
*Rob grabs second bandits gun and whips it and him into the hard metal exterior of rob, rendering him unconscious on the ground*.
*The third bandit ams down his sights and shoots Rob in the chest*.
* the bullet hits Rob, lodging its self in the armor, knocking him on the ground*.
*Rob gets up, but stumbles*.
*Rob thrusts fist at bandits face*.
*Crushes bandits noes and knocks bandit out*.
*Rob punches first bandit and knocks him out*.
"Threats neutralized.".
* Rob walks over the the unconscious bandits and loots them*.
"756 caps, a hunting rifle, 119 .56 rounds, and a nuka cola. This is a good day...".
Background:Robert Montana was born unto Mary and Joseph Montana May 6, 2221 in Salt Lake City. His mother died at child birth due to the cause of too much blood loss. He was born a premature baby which caused his dwarfism.When his father, Joseph, heard the news of his wife's death, he fell into a state of deep depression. Josheph would stay out late, come home drunk and beaten. He would then take his anger out on Rob. Once he realized he had a problem, he thought that he could no longer take car of Rob and sent him off to a Enclave camp somewhere by salt lake city. When he arrived there, they sought no other use for him other then a lab rat. He was apart of a special experiment that would painfully inplant different types of information into his cerebral cortex. Fighting tactics, construction methods, various scientific algorithms. All this things would make a perfect super soldier. The more he endured the smarter he became.
By age 18 he had mastered technologic and scientific warfare. He knew that this device would only be used for evil and death. He destroyed it by hacking the terminal and activating protocol 10, this would override all commands and set the power generator to generate 10 as much as it can handle, making a perfect explosion. Rob had to escape, it was his only option. Killing one of the guards silently with a shank he had fashioned, he swiped his security card and used it to open several doors leading out, taking everything the guard had. Once he was free he had to find a way to stay hidden. He found an old ware house wich used to be a Robo Co. storage unit. Rob spent days hauling out the insides of a protectron and upgrading it so that he could use it from inside, only going out to get food and essentials. Once he was done he new it was the perfect disguise. For the next six years he wandered Utah looking for people just as smart as him and people he can trust.
Always remember, Nuka cola is tasty!
All right, there are a few things in this app that need to be changed in this app, before you come into Utah.
-Power-gaming. Not quite, try re-reading the FULL definition, there's more to it then this.
-Background. Sorry, this doesn't fit our lore. I'm going to ask that you edit this up. For one things, no Enclave super-soldier experimentation. Secondly, no hiding inside a protectron suit. Thank you.
So please edit those things up, I'm sure you'll have a much better chance at getting in.
OOC:
IGN: uprightkillert
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: I can play for many hours everyday
Why us?: I've been looking for a good RP server and this one looks awesome!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Taking the role of a character and exploring the world as that player
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing a skill that your character hasnt discovered yet.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being too powerful Ex: Being able to pick up a super heavy object and throw it at group of people killing them instantly.
IC:
Name: John Anderson
Nickname: (Optional) GunHawk
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: About 6"3.Darkish short hair. Short Choppy beard with scars on his face from the savage Wasteland. Wears wore-down armor that is one or two shots away from being broke.
Personality: A brave and willing warrior that will defend himself from raiders and creatures
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) John was cautiously walking down the streets of Salt Lake City when two bounty hunters came out of an alley. John: "Well hello there fine gentlemen!" The two hunters draw closer with every step. Hunter 1: There's a bounty on your head." Hunter 2: And we're here to claim it!" *The hunters draw up there weapons* *One holding a rifle and the other holding a pistol* John: "Come on gentlemen, can't we be civilized here?" That doesn't stop the hunters. *John thinks quickly and pulls out his pistol* *He quickly shoots and kills the hunter with the pistol* *As one of the hunters hits the ground, the other hunter shoots at John and lands a bullet in his leg* *John yells out and fires a bullet into the hunters chest, killing him instantly* *John then limps back to his hideout* He fights to live another day.
Background: John Anderson was born unto Emma and Isaac Anderson on April 8, 2257 in Salt Lake City. John lived happily with both of his parents until he was 6 years old. When he was 6, his mother was killed by bandits. John and his father were devastated. Isaac didn't come out of his room after that happened. John had to basically take care of himself his whole childhood. One day when John was 14, his dad finally snapped. Isaac went crazy. He started to destroy the house and tried to fight with John. Isaac soon grabbed a knife and tried to stab John. In the mix, Isaac missed and accidentally stabs himself. John stood there watching. He didn't know what to do, so he just ran. He ran and hid. He decided to never return to his home again.
By the age 19 he had learned to use many guns including every rifle and every pistol. He also learned simple medical care and computer skills. John knew that he could use these skills to survive for a long time in the savage Wasteland. He could also use his skills in turn for caps if he needed them. Over those years of hiding, John set up a very elaborate hideout in a subway tunnel. He had everything he needed. Food, water, and enough ammo to last him a century. Not to mention, he has the best defenses besides the military. The only thing he didn't have was followers to help him in his endeavors. He has been searching the Wasteland for years looking for people to help him.
Thanks
Nuka cola is tasty!
All right, I've gone over your app. I've picked up on a few things that need to change before you're accepted. Here they are...
-Meta-gaming. This isn't the correct definition, try reading the definition on our front page.
-Power-gaming. Again, not quite the right definition. Try reading ours again, then defining it for yourself.
-Appearence. Sorry, that armour must be broken COMPLETELY. <3
-Background. This doesn't quite fit with our lore. No one lives in SLC anymore, except for the Sons, a bunch of murderous religious fanatics. Also, you do know that upon creating a new character, you cannot have functional equipment, armour, or weapons. *points at his century-lasting equipment*
So, some changes need to be made here before I can accept you. For now, this app is All right applicants...*lifts shield* come take a swing at this old whitelister! I'm ready for ya!
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IGN: CarpeDiem293 Age: 16 Time you can dedicate: Any day at any time unless preoccupied. Why us?: I haven't seen this idea anywhere else and I enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and Fallout NV Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To me role playing would have to be designing a character that can be whatever you want it to be. Then with that character have fun in living out that characters life where ever that character may live. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting upon things that you shouldn't know from where you are in the game. )Someone telling you there's a city somewhere and you go there even though you didn't discover it yourself) Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unfair acts against other players. Forcing players into unfair RP events.
Name: Jules Winnfield Nickname: (Optional) Age: 25 Gender: Male
Appearance: black with black curly hair, Curved sideburns that extend below the ear combined, but not connected to, a mustache that extends downward from the corners of the mouth to the jaw line. A soul path is also included. Worn out black suit with white undershirt and black standard tie. Personality: Quiet, stealthy, only making his presence known when needed. When he does show himself he speaks boldly and with authority. Stern. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) -At a bar in Megaton- Bar keeper to Jules "You're not from around here are you?" Jules "No." Bar keeper "Well, what brings you to Megaton?" Jules "Business" Bar keeper "What sorta business?" Jules "The business dosen't involve conversations with bar keepers." Bar keepers "Well... I was just trying to make small talk ya know?" After feeling someone staring someone staring at him Jules sneaks a look behind him and sees a familiar man staring at him. Jules decides to approach the man curious about where hes seen him before. Jules "Do I know you?" Stranger "I don't believe so." Jules "No, I have seen you somewhere." -Jules places his hand closer to his gun- Jules "Does the name Clyde make you remember anything?" Stranger "Clyde?... Hmm Clyde.." -the stranger knowing that only someone close would know Clyde as Clyde decides to unholster his handgun- Jules "Move towards your gun again and i'll blow your blow your head off" Stranger "Ok take it easy, who are you?" Jules "11 years ago you helped a man gun down a man in his house" -The stranger feeling very uneasy pulls out his gun a little-. -Anger raising in jules voice he says "I said if you move your hand toward you hand again I will kill you. You're going to tell me who the man was that killed Clyde, and you're going to tell me where he is." Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Growing up Jules had a difficult life his mother was died in child birth and his father blamed it on him. Unfortunately Jules dad died when he as 5 due to a drug overdose. After Jules father death he was taken in by a co-worker at the weapons dealer shop that his father worked at. The man only went by Clyde, was a crippled older man in his 50's whose family had been murdered by his ex-employer. Clyde was an ex-hitman that worked for a local crime lord (Mr. White). After Clyde said he was done with being a hitman from Mr. White because he wanted to spend time with his family. Mr. White grew angry because Clyde was his best and decided to take the only thing Clyde cherished in life (his family..)
When Jules grew a little older around the age of 13 Clyde started training him to blend in with his surroundings and observe things better. Later on around the age on 15 Clyde trained Jules in weapons training and hand to hand combat. While Jules grew up Mr. White tried to keep him secret because he knew Mr. White would try to kill him if he heard about it. At the age of 16 Clyde was sold out by a co-worker, Mr. White came to kill Jules. When Whites gang showed up at Clydes house he told Jules to hid no matter what happened. After Clyde refused to tell where to Jules was hiding Mr. White decided to just shoot him in the chest and let him bleed out instead saying it would save a lot of trouble. After the gang left Jules tried to stop the bleeding but Clyde passed away on the floor. Since then Jules has been savaging what he can from the wastelands never staying to long in a certain place, just drifting through life. He's also a putang magnet.
Nuke Cola is tasty -Updated meta gaming and power gaming-I can't explain the bans because I don't remember them to be honest. I won't break your rules though.
I got denied because my character has a protectron suit that he wears because he has dwarfism. I was just curious to why that I am not allowed to do this. My friend on the server, asked the admins in game if this could be a legitement character and they said that it could. Is it just because im new and you dont want powergaming or is it something to do with the character itself? Please let me know and thank you.
I got denied because my character has a protectron suit that he wears because he has dwarfism. I was just curious to why that I am not allowed to do this. My friend on the server, asked the admins in game if this could be a legitement character and they said that it could. Is it just because im new and you dont want powergaming or is it something to do with the character itself? Please let me know and thank you.
No, it is not anything I hold against you. I have talked to the admins myself, they have said no to this character. Sorry.
IGN: CarpeDiem293 Age: 16 Time you can dedicate: Any day at any time unless preoccupied. Why us?: I haven't seen this idea anywhere else and I enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and Fallout NV Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To me role playing would have to be designing a character that can be whatever you want it to be. Then with that character have fun in living out that characters life where ever that character may live. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting upon things that you shouldn't know from where you are in the game. )Someone telling you there's a city somewhere and you go there even though you didn't discover it yourself) Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unfair acts against other players. Forcing players into unfair RP events.
Name: Jules Winnfield Nickname: (Optional) Age: 25 Gender: Male
Appearance: black with black curly hair, Curved sideburns that extend below the ear combined, but not connected to, a mustache that extends downward from the corners of the mouth to the jaw line. A soul path is also included. Worn out black suit with white undershirt and black standard tie. Personality: Quiet, stealthy, only making his presence known when needed. When he does show himself he speaks boldly and with authority. Stern. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) -At a bar in Megaton- Bar keeper to Jules "You're not from around here are you?" Jules "No." Bar keeper "Well, what brings you to Megaton?" Jules "Business" Bar keeper "What sorta business?" Jules "The business dosen't involve conversations with bar keepers." Bar keepers "Well... I was just trying to make small talk ya know?" After feeling someone staring someone staring at him Jules sneaks a look behind him and sees a familiar man staring at him. Jules decides to approach the man curious about where hes seen him before. Jules "Do I know you?" Stranger "I don't believe so." Jules "No, I have seen you somewhere." -Jules places his hand closer to his gun- Jules "Does the name Clyde make you remember anything?" Stranger "Clyde?... Hmm Clyde.." -the stranger knowing that only someone close would know Clyde as Clyde decides to unholster his handgun- Jules "Move towards your gun again and i'll blow your blow your head off" Stranger "Ok take it easy, who are you?" Jules "11 years ago you helped a man gun down a man in his house" -The stranger feeling very uneasy pulls out his gun a little-. -Anger raising in jules voice he says "I said if you move your hand toward you hand again I will kill you. You're going to tell me who the man was that killed Clyde, and you're going to tell me where he is." Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Growing up Jules had a difficult life his mother was died in child birth and his father blamed it on him. Unfortunately Jules dad died when he as 5 due to a drug overdose. After Jules father death he was taken in by a co-worker at the weapons dealer shop that his father worked at. The man only went by Clyde, was a crippled older man in his 50's whose family had been murdered by his ex-employer. Clyde was an ex-hitman that worked for a local crime lord (Mr. White). After Clyde said he was done with being a hitman from Mr. White because he wanted to spend time with his family. Mr. White grew angry because Clyde was his best and decided to take the only thing Clyde cherished in life (his family..)
When Jules grew a little older around the age of 13 Clyde started training him to blend in with his surroundings and observe things better. Later on around the age on 15 Clyde trained Jules in weapons training and hand to hand combat. While Jules grew up Mr. White tried to keep him secret because he knew Mr. White would try to kill him if he heard about it. At the age of 16 Clyde was sold out by a co-worker, Mr. White came to kill Jules. When Whites gang showed up at Clydes house he told Jules to hid no matter what happened. After Clyde refused to tell where to Jules was hiding Mr. White decided to just shoot him in the chest and let him bleed out instead saying it would save a lot of trouble. After the gang left Jules tried to stop the bleeding but Clyde passed away on the floor. Since then Jules has been savaging what he can from the wastelands never staying to long in a certain place, just drifting through life. He's also a putang magnet.
Nuke Cola is tasty -Updated meta gaming and power gaming-I can't explain the bans because I don't remember them to be honest. I won't break your rules though.
All right, you're getting closer. I still have an issue though...
-Meta-gaming. What do you mean by "where you are in the game"? I think this may need to be re-worded.
Of course, as soon as you fix that up, re-apply! This app is
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~ Dedicated role player ~ Most comfortable thing in the universe ~ Leader of the Cult of Milk ~
OCC:
IGN: csdf13
Age: 15
Time you can dedicate: 2-3 hours every day
Why us?: Because I love RP and Fallout
Define Role-Playing in your words: Being a character, think as him (or her), act as him!
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing something you actually don't know, like calling someoe with him name without even having seen him before. This make the RP unrealistic.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being overpowered or make unrealistic things, like get every time a headshot or control other people
IC:
Name: Leonard Greenlaw
Nickname: Leo, Leon
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: 179 cm tall, pale, brown hair and eyes. Short hair with a military cut.
Personality: Introvert, he rarely talks about him past. He's loyal with the "good" people (so not raider or slavers), so if he accepts a work from them he'll ever complete that work, without give up! He's also a good fighter, with either guns and fists. He doesn't like the NCR Army.
In-game RP example:
*Leonard is walking down a road when suddenly he saw a band of 4 raiders blocking the way. He has no chance to get back, since the raiders saw him too. So Leonard continue to walk until he gets to the raiders*
Raider 1: "Oh! Who we have here? A wanderer! If you want to go ahead you have to pay a toll! It makes 200 caps!"
Leonard: "What about 50 and you go away?"
Raider 2: "Who do you think to be? Pay or die!" *The raider pulls out a .44 Magnum*
*When the raider has just finished to talk Leonard moves fast, hit the raider with the Magnum, disarms him and shoots him in the face, then he shoots the raider that asks the toll with 2 bullets, killing him. After this he gets a cover behind a concrete barrier*
*The other 2 raiders start to shoot Leonard*
*Leonard quickly rolls out of the cover and shoots 2 bullets to one of the raider, then he shoots the last one bullet to the last raider, wounding him.*
*Leonard walks slowly to the wounded raider, take him weapon and shoots him in the face.*
*After this Leonard continue on his way.*
Background:
Leonard was born in a little farm in the Nevada. He always had a great sense of the justice so when he was 16 he decided to enlist in the NCR Army, whence he learned all he knows about fighting, war and guns. He joined the war against the Legion, being wounded at the leg during the Battle of Willow Beach. At the age of 23 he was forced to left the army due to the accuse of being a spy of the Legion, so he became an outcast and for some time, since he needed caps to survive, he was a mercenary.
Leonard soon left that work, since it isn't what he wants! He wants to be a hero, a good soldier, someone that enforce the law! So Leonard became a wanderer with the goal of clean up the Wasteland from the scum. But since he was an outcast in California and he hates the NCR Army, he decided to travel to a new place, so he arrived in Utah. Now he wanders in Utah, helping people that need help and killing raiders and slavers.
Oh! And rimember: "Nuka Cola is tasty!"
All right, I've gone over your app, Here are a few things I noticed.
-Meta-gaming. Please explain a bit more, how did you learn this, and what did you do exactly?
-Background. Just in case, I'll remind you that you can't enter Utah with functional equipment, armour, or weapons. Please edit this in.
-Bans. You've got two bans, one for griefing, one unexplained. I will need an appropriate response to these.
As soon as you feel like you've addressed everything above, re-apply. For now, this app is
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-Power-gaming. You're missing a little something here, try reading the definition again.
-Background. You can not bring any functional equipment, armour, or weapons into Utah. Please adjust your background accordingly.
So, check those up, and you'll have a better chance at getting in. Until then, your app is
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Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: Any day at any time unless preoccupied.
Why us?: I haven't seen this idea anywhere else and I enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and Fallout NV
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To me role playing would have to be designing a character that can be whatever you want it to be. Then with that character have fun in living out that characters life where ever that character may live.
Define Meta-gaming in your words::MetaGaming - Knowing things that you shouldn't know in character or where you're at in the story. Going places that you haven't discovered through playing yet.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing things without acting them out first. Doing unrealistic things in game.
Name: Jules Winnfield
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: black with black curly hair, Curved sideburns that extend below the ear combined, but not connected to, a mustache that extends downward from the corners of the mouth to the jaw line. A soul path is also included. Worn out black suit with white undershirt and black standard tie.
Personality: Quiet, stealthy, only making his presence known when needed. When he does show himself he speaks boldly and with authority. Stern.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) -At a bar in Megaton- Bar keeper to Jules "You're not from around here are you?" Jules "No." Bar keeper "Well, what brings you to Megaton?" Jules "Business" Bar keeper "What sorta business?" Jules "The business dosen't involve conversations with bar keepers." Bar keepers "Well... I was just trying to make small talk ya know?" After feeling someone staring someone staring at him Jules sneaks a look behind him and sees a familiar man staring at him. Jules decides to approach the man curious about where hes seen him before. Jules "Do I know you?" Stranger "I don't believe so." Jules "No, I have seen you somewhere." -Jules places his hand closer to his gun- Jules "Does the name Clyde make you remember anything?" Stranger "Clyde?... Hmm Clyde.." -the stranger knowing that only someone close would know Clyde as Clyde decides to unholster his handgun- Jules "Move towards your gun again and i'll blow your blow your head off" Stranger "Ok take it easy, who are you?" Jules "11 years ago you helped a man gun down a man in his house" -The stranger feeling very uneasy pulls out his gun a little-. -Anger raising in jules voice he says "I said if you move your hand toward you hand again I will kill you. You're going to tell me who the man was that killed Clyde, and you're going to tell me where he is."
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Growing up Jules had a difficult life his mother was died in child birth and his father blamed it on him. Unfortunately Jules dad died when he as 5 due to a drug overdose. After Jules father death he was taken in by a co-worker at the weapons dealer shop that his father worked at. The man only went by Clyde, was a crippled older man in his 50's whose family had been murdered by his ex-employer. Clyde was an ex-hitman that worked for a local crime lord (Mr. White). After Clyde said he was done with being a hitman from Mr. White because he wanted to spend time with his family. Mr. White grew angry because Clyde was his best and decided to take the only thing Clyde cherished in life (his family..)
When Jules grew a little older around the age of 13 Clyde started training him to blend in with his surroundings and observe things better. Later on around the age on 15 Clyde trained Jules in weapons training and hand to hand combat. While Jules grew up Mr. White tried to keep him secret because he knew Mr. White would try to kill him if he heard about it. At the age of 16 Clyde was sold out by a co-worker, Mr. White came to kill Jules. When Whites gang showed up at Clydes house he told Jules to hid no matter what happened. After Clyde refused to tell where to Jules was hiding Mr. White decided to just shoot him in the chest and let him bleed out instead saying it would save a lot of trouble. After the gang left Jules tried to stop the bleeding but Clyde passed away on the floor. Since then Jules has been savaging what he can from the wastelands never staying to long in a certain place, just drifting through life. He's also a putang magnet.
Nuke Cola is tasty
Thank you for reading this and I look forward to your reply.
Time you can dedicate:I guess you could call me a bit of a Minecraft addict. Hours a day ^^'
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using stuff you already knew OOC for your IC advantage. Like seeing a chat about how someone was going to block off the road 200 yards away, and this influences you to have your character take a back alley for no apparent reason.
Define Power-gaming in your words: It is when you say or do something that just couldn't be possible, or that someone has absolutely no chance at stopping. "Zeke picked up the truck and threw it at the three people, killing them all instantly." Over powered strength, and they had no "chance" to stop it.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs): "Damn it..." Tongue in cheek, Zeke fumbled with the tumblers on a rather difficult lock. A loud snap told him that he had broken yet another bobby pin in this lock.
"What were you trying to hide so well..." he asked himself as the last tumbler fell into place and the door to the small steel safe popped open, and he quickly pulled the door open. He found a survival knife, and a photo album. A photo album!
"I can't believe I wasted 2 bobby pins so I could look at this kids brats.." He then noticed a small inscription on the handle of the blade that read "~Stay Sharp Kid." Smirking as he placed this into his pack, he slowly made his way out of the office and started down the street towards his childhood home.
This was when Zeke quickly picked up the revolver and shot the second bandit in the arm, tears in eyes, crippling him. Instead of killing the young child, they took him in. They gave him a new life, and a new name to fit. Although he wasn't the best bandit, preferring not to kill and always getting into trouble by picking the lockboxes of his fellow bandits open, he was seen as a good kid. A kid with guts. A kid that was in the right place at the right time when the raiders killed his new family of bandits on his 21st birthday. When he returned to the camp he had called home, he saw the last of his bandit friends being massacred and quickly fled. He quickly made haste into the desolate Wasteland and quickly found himself lost, never venturing to far from the camp himself. All of his possessions had been in that camp! His screwdriver, his bobby pins, and most importantly, his weapons. He relied only on his sneak, and an awful lot of luck, to make it to make it to Freeside, a town near the strip that he had heard of once before.. Where he met up with an odd man by the name of Stuart. He had learned of some lingering gangs in the area, and how they had all been talking about how there was new life in Utah, and that it would be a smart investment to make his way there. Stuart was an odd man, always nervous and looking over his shoulder. A man with something to hide perhaps? But this was of no matter, they had decided they would make their way to Utah together with the little things they had.
After much travel they were dwindling on the few provisions they had between them, but they had made it. This was the land of opportunity! Well, for Stu that is.
Soon after reaching the outskirts of a slaver town called Nelson, Stuart had turned his gun on Zeke, demanding everything he owned. Zeke was petrified, confused, and betrayed. "But.. I helped you make it here! You can't just turn on me!"
"You learn to grow up quick in the Wasteland kid." Now Zeke was truly alone. Alone and scared.
"Nuka Cola is tasty!"
As for that ban.. Honestly I have no idea. I can't imagine me ever being banned, hell I only play on about 4 different servers. Although if it was more recent, all I can say is I have a friend who knows my password and has changed my skins a few time to... Well, let's just say less appropriate things. I could see him griefing with it and such, and I do apologize. I have altered my password to that of a more private one. Again, deeply sorry and I do hope this application is better!
IGN: McFuzwuffers
Age: 14
Time you can dedicate: At least 45 minutes a day.
Why us?: I love the fallout universe and enjoy roll playing. It was also recommended to me by a friend.
Define Role-Playing in your words: Taking on the roll of another character to interact with other people using words.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing something out of character then using it in character. Ie: Man walks up to stranger and calls him by name having not even met the man in game.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Making your character really over powered (unfair roll playing). Ie: Man walks up to a group of 9 bandits and kills them all with one kick.
IC
Name: Robert Montana
Nickname: Rob
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: 3ft tall (dwarfism), Brown coat, blue jeans, face unseen; drives a upgraded, unarmed military Protectron suit from the inside
Personality: Robert is very ambitious and uses his high intellect to avoid conflict. Only when the opportunity presents itself does he fight back and he can be quite agressive. Talks in a robotic voice for disguise.
In-game RP example:
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OOC:
IGN: uprightkillert
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: I can play for many hours everyday
Why us?: I've been looking for a good RP server and this one looks awesome!
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Taking the role of a character and exploring the world as that player
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Knowing a skill that your character hasnt discovered yet.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Being too powerful Ex: Being able to pick up a super heavy object and throw it at group of people killing them instantly.
IC:
Name: John Anderson
Nickname: (Optional) GunHawk
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Appearance: About 6"3.Darkish short hair. Short Choppy beard with scars on his face from the savage Wasteland. Wears wore-down armor that is one or two shots away from being broke.
Personality: A brave and willing warrior that will defend himself from raiders and creatures
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) John was cautiously walking down the streets of Salt Lake City when two bounty hunters came out of an alley. John: "Well hello there fine gentlemen!" The two hunters draw closer with every step. Hunter 1: There's a bounty on your head." Hunter 2: And we're here to claim it!" *The hunters draw up there weapons* *One holding a rifle and the other holding a pistol* John: "Come on gentlemen, can't we be civilized here?" That doesn't stop the hunters. *John thinks quickly and pulls out his pistol* *He quickly shoots and kills the hunter with the pistol* *As one of the hunters hits the ground, the other hunter shoots at John and lands a bullet in his leg* *John yells out and fires a bullet into the hunters chest, killing him instantly* *John then limps back to his hideout* He fights to live another day.
Background: John Anderson was born unto Emma and Isaac Anderson on April 8, 2257 in Salt Lake City. John lived happily with both of his parents until he was 6 years old. When he was 6, his mother was killed by bandits. John and his father were devastated. Isaac didn't come out of his room after that happened. John had to basically take care of himself his whole childhood. One day when John was 14, his dad finally snapped. Isaac went crazy. He started to destroy the house and tried to fight with John. Isaac soon grabbed a knife and tried to stab John. In the mix, Isaac missed and accidentally stabs himself. John stood there watching. He didn't know what to do, so he just ran. He ran and hid. He decided to never return to his home again.
By the age 19 he had learned to use many guns including every rifle and every pistol. He also learned simple medical care and computer skills. John knew that he could use these skills to survive for a long time in the savage Wasteland. He could also use his skills in turn for caps if he needed them. Over those years of hiding, John set up a very elaborate hideout in a subway tunnel. He had everything he needed. Food, water, and enough ammo to last him a century. Not to mention, he has the best defenses besides the military. The only thing he didn't have was followers to help him in his endeavors. He has been searching the Wasteland for years looking for people to help him.
Thanks
Nuka cola is tasty!
Link to my app: http://forum.falloutsins.com/viewtopic.php?f=16&t=1101
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-Power-gaming. This isn't the full definition I'm looking for. Try reading the definition again.
-Name. What kind of mother names their son "Crumshaw33"?
-Appearence. This is a problem because in Fallout there are no "nether gaurds"
-RP example. Please give me a bit more here. More actions dialogue, and a little longer too.
-Background. This doesn't seem to quite fit up with Fallout lore. No "televisions" would be functional. Also, you're going to need to explain more about your character. This is only one event in his life, explain all of his life until now please.
So, check those things over, and you'll have a much better chance at getting into Utah. For now, this app is
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
-Power-gaming. Not quite. Read the rest of the definition, this is missing something.
-Background. Only problem here is "packed his bag" When you come into Utah you cannot have functional equipment, armour, or weapons. Please edit this accordingly.
-Bans. You have QUITE the banlist following you there, 7 different bans. 2 imported, 2 unexplained, 1 for foul language, 1 for spam, and 1 for griefing. I will need a good response regarding these.
So, some work will need to be done to this application before it is accepted. For now,
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-Appearence. No functional equipment allowed in Utah when you first enter, that mask will have to be broken or left behind.
-Background. Some things here could be explained more. Such as "where did you get a pip-boy?"
Check those things over, an re-apply. For now, your app is
- Admin on Ashes of Our Fathers - Past Admin for Sins of Our Fathers - Past Moderator for The Elder Scrolls Akavir -
-Meta-gaming. Out of game info is not the type of information that I'm lloking for here, try re-reading the definition.
-Power-gaming. Not quite. Power-gaming doesn't have to be something impossible, but it is unfair for one reason. Try re-defining this.
-Background. Only problem here is that you can not enter Utah with functional equipment, armour, or weapons. Please edit your background accordingly.
So, check those things up, and re-apply. That is, if you've got the guts...
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-Meta-gaming. Simply knowing knowledge you should not idn't Meta-gaming. It is inevitable you will learn something that you shouldn't know, but it's not Meta-gaming until you...
-Power-gaming. Not the correct definition I'm afraid. Please re-read the definition, *hint* it involves your actions against players.
-Bans. You may be able to un-explain the circumstances of these bans, but fear not! As long as you realize we will not tolerate such things on our server, you'll be fine.
Re-apply soon, this app is
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-Power-gaming. Not quite, try re-reading the FULL definition, there's more to it then this.
-Background. Sorry, this doesn't fit our lore. I'm going to ask that you edit this up. For one things, no Enclave super-soldier experimentation. Secondly, no hiding inside a protectron suit. Thank you.
So please edit those things up, I'm sure you'll have a much better chance at getting in.
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-Meta-gaming. This isn't the correct definition, try reading the definition on our front page.
-Power-gaming. Again, not quite the right definition. Try reading ours again, then defining it for yourself.
-Appearence. Sorry, that armour must be broken COMPLETELY. <3
-Background. This doesn't quite fit with our lore. No one lives in SLC anymore, except for the Sons, a bunch of murderous religious fanatics. Also, you do know that upon creating a new character, you cannot have functional equipment, armour, or weapons. *points at his century-lasting equipment*
So, some changes need to be made here before I can accept you. For now, this app is
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Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: Any day at any time unless preoccupied.
Why us?: I haven't seen this idea anywhere else and I enjoyed playing Fallout 3 and Fallout NV
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) To me role playing would have to be designing a character that can be whatever you want it to be. Then with that character have fun in living out that characters life where ever that character may live.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Acting upon things that you shouldn't know from where you are in the game. )Someone telling you there's a city somewhere and you go there even though you didn't discover it yourself)
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unfair acts against other players. Forcing players into unfair RP events.
Name: Jules Winnfield
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: black with black curly hair, Curved sideburns that extend below the ear combined, but not connected to, a mustache that extends downward from the corners of the mouth to the jaw line. A soul path is also included. Worn out black suit with white undershirt and black standard tie.
Personality: Quiet, stealthy, only making his presence known when needed. When he does show himself he speaks boldly and with authority. Stern.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) -At a bar in Megaton- Bar keeper to Jules "You're not from around here are you?" Jules "No." Bar keeper "Well, what brings you to Megaton?" Jules "Business" Bar keeper "What sorta business?" Jules "The business dosen't involve conversations with bar keepers." Bar keepers "Well... I was just trying to make small talk ya know?" After feeling someone staring someone staring at him Jules sneaks a look behind him and sees a familiar man staring at him. Jules decides to approach the man curious about where hes seen him before. Jules "Do I know you?" Stranger "I don't believe so." Jules "No, I have seen you somewhere." -Jules places his hand closer to his gun- Jules "Does the name Clyde make you remember anything?" Stranger "Clyde?... Hmm Clyde.." -the stranger knowing that only someone close would know Clyde as Clyde decides to unholster his handgun- Jules "Move towards your gun again and i'll blow your blow your head off" Stranger "Ok take it easy, who are you?" Jules "11 years ago you helped a man gun down a man in his house" -The stranger feeling very uneasy pulls out his gun a little-. -Anger raising in jules voice he says "I said if you move your hand toward you hand again I will kill you. You're going to tell me who the man was that killed Clyde, and you're going to tell me where he is."
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Growing up Jules had a difficult life his mother was died in child birth and his father blamed it on him. Unfortunately Jules dad died when he as 5 due to a drug overdose. After Jules father death he was taken in by a co-worker at the weapons dealer shop that his father worked at. The man only went by Clyde, was a crippled older man in his 50's whose family had been murdered by his ex-employer. Clyde was an ex-hitman that worked for a local crime lord (Mr. White). After Clyde said he was done with being a hitman from Mr. White because he wanted to spend time with his family. Mr. White grew angry because Clyde was his best and decided to take the only thing Clyde cherished in life (his family..)
When Jules grew a little older around the age of 13 Clyde started training him to blend in with his surroundings and observe things better. Later on around the age on 15 Clyde trained Jules in weapons training and hand to hand combat. While Jules grew up Mr. White tried to keep him secret because he knew Mr. White would try to kill him if he heard about it. At the age of 16 Clyde was sold out by a co-worker, Mr. White came to kill Jules. When Whites gang showed up at Clydes house he told Jules to hid no matter what happened. After Clyde refused to tell where to Jules was hiding Mr. White decided to just shoot him in the chest and let him bleed out instead saying it would save a lot of trouble. After the gang left Jules tried to stop the bleeding but Clyde passed away on the floor. Since then Jules has been savaging what he can from the wastelands never staying to long in a certain place, just drifting through life. He's also a putang magnet.
Nuke Cola is tasty
-Updated meta gaming and power gaming-I can't explain the bans because I don't remember them to be honest. I won't break your rules though.
-Meta-gaming. What do you mean by "where you are in the game"? I think this may need to be re-worded.
Of course, as soon as you fix that up, re-apply! This app is
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-Meta-gaming. Please explain a bit more, how did you learn this, and what did you do exactly?
-Background. Just in case, I'll remind you that you can't enter Utah with functional equipment, armour, or weapons. Please edit this in.
-Bans. You've got two bans, one for griefing, one unexplained. I will need an appropriate response to these.
As soon as you feel like you've addressed everything above, re-apply. For now, this app is
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