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Wolfie I was with sootburner the entire time he played on F:WW. He is also my irl friend and I can assure you that he was not the one who griefed McCarren. sootburner Only left the base once and that was with me. The other times he was on was spent mining in the Desert Rangers mine. So anything you have heard is very wrong.
IGN: WinterWrath2089
Sources: I was looking for a server, and I happened to stumble across this one. I love Fallout 3, and New Vegas, so I decided to give it a shot.
Why Us: You seem very well managed and organized. Plus, It's one of the only good looking Fallout threads I could find.
Rp Expierience: 2+ Years on various forums, 1+ year of ingame on games like Runescape and Minecraft.
I could write lore, but get back to me about this, as i'm still writing out my story for this thread.
Name: Darius Morgan
Age: 35.
Gender: Male.
Appearence: Darius is of a medium hieght, but of a skinny and fast build. He has a head of brown hair and wears a bandana over his face. He has a green military coat that has 'seen better days', due to long periods laying out on the sun on the dead body of an unlucky soldier. Underneath that he wears a torn armored vest, just thick enough to protect from low calibur rounds like the .22 or a 9mm from a distance. On his legs he wears pants from the same dead soldier, of the same colour. He wears armored pads on his arms, made from torn squares of kevlar that were resewn and refitted. On his feet he wears black, cracked military boots, and black, cracked gloves on his hands. His eyes are green.
Personality: He'd do anything for survival. Having lived in the wasteland and struggled, he empathizes with other scavengers who has nothing, offering up some extra food, supplies or equipment from time to time. He carries a strong dislike of the Legion, and their methods of forcing people into slavery. However, he shares the same dislike of the NCR, believing them to be too militarized. He only has a close trust with his companion Rush, who he has spent the better part of 12 years scavenging and fighting with him. He also has a certain form of respect for couriers and the job that they do, believing them to be braver than the Legion and NCR, who fight only amongst themselves. He carries no opinion on other factions, as he has not had enough encounters with them to know what they are like.
Background: I kicked the Raider's body one last time as Rush motioned for me to follow him. Not because I was making sure he was dead, but out of hate. He had just murdered a young child who was looking for food, when he had plenty.
Just one bit of food out of the containers upon containers of unopened Sugar Bombs, Blanco, and other junk foods. I cursed the Raider, hoping that whatever afterlife he went to had him starving and having nothing.
If there was an afterlife....I had never been sure of it myself, even though I've had close scrapes with it many times.
Back twelve years ago, I was suffering. I was the man asking for water when others had plenty. I was the man who had been forced to drink the waste from toilets and sinks, where ever they were, no matter what they contained, just to get by. I had even resorted to killing poor scavengers, and taking the little food that they had and eating it.
However, I wouldn't be here today, if Rush hadn't nearly killed me.
Back twelve years ago, I thought I had scored the jackpot. Weapons like rifles and pistols waited just behind the glass in the man's house. The old, crippled man, who couldn't get up, so he sat with a shotgun waiting next to him, incase someone tried what I was about to do.
So I decided that it was time to kill him. An old man, who I probably could have told my plight and gotten some supplies, would now die by my hand. However, my thoughts back then only relied on getting the weapons which I could use to kill more, and gain more supplies.
As I got ready to pull the trigger on the .22, ready to end the man's life, I heard another gunshot. I turned to see a man in heavy armor, like the NCR Rangers Scavengered Power Armor, but different. Less metal, more layered kevlar gathered from who-knows-where. He simply told me to step away and drop the gun before I did something that i'd regret. I did as he asked, and he told me that I had one chance to explain what the hell was going on, or he'd 'hit me so hard my brains would fly out of the back of my skull'.
So I told him. And the more I told him, the more he listened. Finally, we came to an agreement. He would give me some of the old man's weapons if I joined up with him and traveled across the wasteland. As he explained it to the old man, who happened to be his father, the man agreed and I was gifted a pistol, a Ranger Seqouila from the man's days back with the NCR Rangers, and some ammunition. The old man also taught me how to press other ammunition forms into ammunition for my pistol, and I was grateful.
Then, Rush and I left the house, going out into the wastes. For five years we scavenged bodies, killed Raiders, and just survived off of the land and whatever else we could find. We eventually made our way to a place known as Cottonwood Cove.
Rush and I had only heard of Cottonwood Cove, but did not know its exact location. We only knew it housed a large group of Legionaries.
At the first glance of us, they demanded that we fall and proclaim Glory to Caesar. To make a long story short, we didn't, and Rush and I opened fire. We took out seven legionaries before we were both shot, and forced to flee. We used the limited meds we had to survive, and we made our way to Camp Golf of the NCR. Instantly seeing my Ranger Seqouila, they thought that we had killed one of their Veteran Rangers, and demanded we hand it over. We refused, explaining with rifles pointed at our heads the whole time, that this was an ex-Ranger's pistol. After that encounter, we were let free, and I decided that the wasteland would be ruined if either of those idiotic factions came into power.
Years passed by until now, and we have not only survived, but we have thrived in the Wasteland.
However, with the threat of another war, I'll hold my breath on saying that we'll survive for very much longer.
Wolfie I was with sootburner the entire time he played on F:WW. He is also my irl friend and I can assure you that he was not the one who griefed McCarren. sootburner Only left the base once and that was with me. The other times he was on was spent mining in the Desert Rangers mine. So anything you have heard is very wrong.
..... Dunder told me he found him griefing the camp, and I don't see why Dunder would lie about it.
..... Dunder told me he found him griefing the camp, and I don't see why Dunder would lie about it.
Like I said, every time soot was on, I was on. He only left the base when he was with me. So either Dunder is mistaken or he is lying. I was with soot the ENTIRE time he played on Wild Wasteland. Not to mention he didn't know any locations on the map. He would have had a hell of a time getting from the DR base to McCarren. He didn't know many plugin commands either. So him being the "griefer" is like saying the Americans are best buds with Iran. Your information is very wrong so please check again and I will ask Dunder exactly what happened.
I'm able to rebuild my background correct? and retry this application? i'd hate for this to be it.
Of course! If you did not do as well of a job the first time, and you were denied, do not fret! You are able to try as many times to get in, but usually only requiring a second Application. Just make sure you make a longer, more sensible background. And remember, use paragraphs and other writing techniques to make your App more appealing to the white listers. Good luck!
IGN: Levodicus Source(s): I do not understand this question. if your asking for how i found you, i typed in role playing. Why Us?: Because i know almost every scrap for fallout lore, and i love it all. RP Experience: I have done it on several other servers, and a lot of it in real life. IC Name: Levi Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, wears a hooded coat and black crape over my nose and mouth. gloved. Personality: Steadfast, humorous Background: Grew up around The Kings all of his life, watching them he learned that peace has a very high price to keep, and there should be nothing stopping someone from doing it. After someone called the Courier visited town, things began to brighten up for The kings, The mechanical dog wasn't sick anymore and the courier let him return to them. Seeing this changed Levi a little bit. Realizing that staying in the Strip's shadow wouldn't help as much as being out in the wastes might, he immediately left. Being the young boy of 13, he learned fast that everyone, and everything, was out to hurt him and get him. Quickly learned to trust no one, not even the new Sheriff of Primm, who he soon learned was an ex-con for killing people for the right reasons. He stayed in Primm two years, trying to learn every thing he could from the sheriff without getting too close. He left Primm a day before a little wave of NCR deserters came into the casino and took the people's caps away. He later heard the poor Sheriff was shot and injured during this little robbery. Moving north, he found himself in Goodsprings, this is where the Courier started his journey by being burred alive... This visitation to Goodsprings was almost a religious experience to Levi, because the "Savior of the Mojave" had started his journey here. At 16, Levi started working at Sloan as a miner and occasional cook, learning again, the Courier, now his personal hero, had done the impossible, killed over 2 dozen Deathclaws to ensure the miner's safety. This sealed his fate, the reckless 16 year old left Sloan and ventured to the only place he knew he could start making a difference, The Strip. Around the outside Of the strip, he was attacked by the Scorpions gang from their hide out in an abandoned motel. He was shot 3 times after the last one fell to his 9mm pistol. Slowly made is was back to his home, he fell in front of a Follower of the Apocalypse. She took him inside and they treated him for his wounds. The 3 pistol shots were dug out without anesthetics, later he learned it was because they had little medical supplies. After the week of healing, Levi swore to give supplies to them whenever he could, he felt this would be the best thing he could do for the followers since he was not a doctor himself. After he left, he again went to find how to do good for the people of the wastes. 3 years later, he was still searching, doing little good here in Novac, and once in a while, dropping supplies off at the Old Mormon Fort, collecting water for Goodsprings citizens. Still trying to follow his hero, Levi will never give up, even after he makes a name for himself and makes sure he is remembered forever. Edited,
I wasn't applying to be a ranger in the NCR. As my bio said, this all happened pre-ranger unification, meaning Prometheus has no knowledge of anything the NCR and Desert Rangers from back home have done.
That, and no, i wasn't trying to connect them. I just like to make once character and expand on them as much as possible.
It i was trying to connect the two servers, it would involve me going to Detroit, and coming back to the Mojave for some odd reason.
This takes out the whole other server part all together. ^-^
Neither was I ,My character was a Desert Ranger just before they combiend with the NCR
Darn - if only the NCR could hold more ppl. All you who want to join the NCR will have to wait till full release - until then - I can't wait to meet ya!
If they wanna join NCR they can join The Chosen ones, they're close allys with them. And fight Legion.
Like I said, every time soot was on, I was on. He only left the base when he was with me. So either Dunder is mistaken or he is lying. I was with soot the ENTIRE time he played on Wild Wasteland. Not to mention he didn't know any locations on the map. He would have had a hell of a time getting from the DR base to McCarren. He didn't know many plugin commands either. So him being the "griefer" is like saying the Americans are best buds with Iran. Your information is very wrong so please check again and I will ask Dunder exactly what happened.
Please do not have a fight on the fourms about a griefer from another server! That was another server. We'll keep a close eye on him.
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: Tealmau5 Source(s): Friends of mine WhyUs?: I feel the whole essence of fallout RP is amazing. It takes the fallout universe to a whole new level. I am second in command of a quite large Fallout RP server named Fallout: The lost days and I would love to RP on another fallout server aswell. I feel that this server shows potential in contrast with a lot of the other fallout RP server popping up recently. RP Experience: I am going to be honest and say I have only RP'd on one server, Im still quite a novice at it but hope to become better and try my best to add specific details that make the RP more immersive. [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: Atlas Amador Age: 43 Gender: Male Appearance: Mid length blonde hair, a little under average height and quite skinny but with quite average arm width. Looks as he could handle himself in a fight but isn't a fighter. Personality: British accent, quite nice to everyone, maybe a little too nice. A wine contisure along with a love for cigars. He is also very charismatic. Background: Atlas Amador was born in Edingburgh, England. At a young age he loved talking to people and was very charismatic, He loved to barter with other children and adults alike. He grew up with a pretty easy life considering living in the desolate wasteland of England. He became a guard for the Queen of England at 24 years of age. The British Monarchy survived the great war, though not being the direct heir of the Monarchy before the war. He defended the Queen from small things such as small groups of raiders for 10 years. But then a large group came about that talked of communism for the land and it was the only solution to bringing back prosperity. A war broke out between these two factions and the Queen was assassinated on duty of Atlas. Atlas, feeling bloody terrible and felt like suicide drunk himself out ofdepression every night for 3 years in a small port on the coast. Finally a chance for a new life came to him when he was 37. A boat was heading for the United States. On this boat was a man named Tenpenny, Whom his father had known. He found himself befriending Tenpenny as well and that is when he got his chance. Tenpenny asked him to come to america with him. Atlas jumped at the opportunity of a new life and glady accepted. The boat left a few weeks later and later docked in a port near D.C. where he continued his travels with Tenpenny. Tenpenny and Atlas wandered through D.C. where they found a tower in quite good condition. He helped Tenpenny and his associates restore the tower and he stayed in the tower for a few years before Tenpenny called him into his office one morning. He wanted his good friend Atlas to take a trip to the west coast in search of the city New Vegas. Tenpenny was already a very wealthy man but he was greedy, very greedy. He wanted atlas to set up a second Tenpenny tower in New Vegas. A rumored city of great potential somehow untouched by the bombs that destroyed the rest of the world. At first Atlas was very weary of such an en devour but Tenpenny is very convincing. Atlas grudgingly accepted this task and traveled the long journey with a few of Tenpennys men. The journey was long a perilous and he met many people along the way. Some friendly and some not so friendly. He has now just passed through Zion canyon and entered the Mojave with his goals still intact.
Very sorry for not writing a longer backstory before hand, It was quite late and I was kind of half assing it, again. Sorry.
Collin, I meant to ask, what did you write your lore about? I haven't had time to read it, but I need a few pointers.
Thanks,
Winter.
Oh, for this server? I am currently working on the Boomer's Lore about things that had occured after the Courier left, as well as a Holo Tape journey for players in the server! So, what are some of the pointers you need? If you want you can message me, or you can talk to me on here! Is there anything specific you need to know, or just general tips? I love to help, so please, do not hesitate to ask any questions!
WhyUs?: I love OWB, and Fallout New Vegas. Also, I love to RP. This RP server is the best of both worlds for me.
RP Experience: I've played multiple roleplaying games, like Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, Skyrim, Obvlivion and Borderlands. I've also roleplayed in forum RPs before, so I can roleplay text pretty well.
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name: Sev R. Estergrand
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'2" Caucasian. Short white hair and brows, with a dead gray tone to his eyes, which are always shuttered. His skin is tan, with various scars running along his forehead, chest and arms. Never wears a helmet, but always wears his Elite Riot Gear custom black armour. Brandishing spiked brass knuckles as his main weapons, and a 10mm pistol as his secondary.
Personality: Speaks in a monotone, yet always seems to sound rude. Calm, in an intimidating way. Aggressive and violent, somehow always keeping the look of calmness. He has a strong fear of any type of power armour, and anyone wearing it. If attacked or approached by anyone wearing power armour, Sev may sometimes fall into shock, or go into a maniacal rage. His maniacal rage would most likely be triggered by Enclave specific power armour.
Background:-Lost on the way to Vegas-
I like this, but there's a problem with the Backstory I see right off the bat. The X-22 facility is quite a big part of our Lore, seeing as the Courier supposedly went there to stop the spread of the Vault 22 plants. Please shoot me a PM so we can discuss this matter before I accept you.
OOC IGN: Gundam_se125 Source(s):
Other people on a server. Why Us?:
I like the fact that this server takes place in the Fallout: New Vegas location and seems to be on a very good footing in terms of what you have accomplished and the detail you have put in to the server. RP Experience:
I am currently part of another Fallout themed server; The Lost Days. I know this isn't RP but I have played both Fallout 3 and New Vegas so I have a good understanding of the general Fallout lore.
IC Name: Jack Archer Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Caucasian, has well developed facial hair, wears his Vault shirt with green cargo pants and a jacket. Also wears a broken holotag.
Personality:
Jack is a rather charismatic and serious individual who understands the importance of getting things done. He respects the structure of power and will rarely dispute with orders given to him by his superiors. However, Jack is also very down to earth and has gotten along with most of the people he has met on his journey through the wasteland.
Background:
-Also lost on the way to Vegas-
I like the quality of writing here, and I like the character. Gotta say, I'm not too fond of characters who travel across all the MidWest and through Caesar's territory into Vegas, but you're accepted all the same. Welcome!
Why us?: i understand a huge amount of fallout lore and am genuinely amazed in the time and effort put into this project it is amazing. i have completed fallout 3 and new vegas and my mates getting me 1 and 2.
RP Experience: i have a good understanding on how to role play having been on many role play servers including the gta sa mp ones. and as previously said i have finished 3 and NV.
IC Name: Max Nova
Age: 38
Gender: male
Appearance: Max has a Brown beard reaching back to his ears no hair and he is rather musculer and wears nothing but a white singlet brown trousers a gun belt and a pip boy 3000.
Personality: Max has quite an attitude having been on the streets for most of his life not really been able to make friend although he had a friend named passos,
Background: -murdered by the patrol-
I'm going to ask for a bit of expansion...and grammar checking on this. There's a lot of run-on sentences. Please make some changes this, but I'm going to put you through on good faith. Welcome!
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN:zanec321 Source(s):google,i mmainly use it for servers its my way and it gets good pages front page WhyUs?:your epicer then me and im epic but its fallout theme RP Experience:world of warcraft and fallout 3 new veges [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name:Zane smith Age:24 Gender:male Appearance:brown hair fingers turned into claws blue eyes i don't have a shot of my skin Personality:nice but can be mean when pissed and maybe can be asking stuff Background:-snipped in the 1st person-
OOC
IGN: abbie0522
Source(s): I was looking for a server and found this post.
Why Us?: I LOVE Fallout.
RP Experience: I've actually never Rpd on a server, never found a good one. But I used to on forums.
IC
Name: Jolene
Age: 281
Gender: Female
Appearance: A tall slender Ghoul, with long choppy red hair with patches missing. She usually wears some sort of combat or leather armor with a satchel at her side.
Personality: Seems friendly until you do something I don't like. I still act friendly but am strategically thinking of a way to destroy you.
um? ive never been banned from a server for griefing, so whoever told you that is a liar. Sorry but that is one thing i wont let anyone talk trash about me, because i have never been banned from a server, so dont believe everything your told. I cant believe i was going to apply for a server with someone whos on the staff like you and doesnt ask me the person first if the statement is true. i would like to know who even tole you that, but to be honest i dont even care about this server anymore. once i find a server with a staff that is kind and generous and doesnt base their members of the server off rumors. so thank you for taking the time to look at my app. but this isnt worth my time.
Continue to aid to this drama, because you ARE aiding it, and I won't hesitate to report your posts and suspend you from the whitelist. I do NOT tolerate spam.
IGN: WinterWrath2089
Sources: I was looking for a server, and I happened to stumble across this one. I love Fallout 3, and New Vegas, so I decided to give it a shot.
Why Us: You seem very well managed and organized. Plus, It's one of the only good looking Fallout threads I could find.
Rp Expierience: 2+ Years on various forums, 1+ year of ingame on games like Runescape and Minecraft.
I could write lore, but get back to me about this, as i'm still writing out my story for this thread.
Name: Darius Morgan
Age: 35.
Gender: Male.
Appearence: Darius is of a medium hieght, but of a skinny and fast build. He has a head of brown hair and wears a bandana over his face. He has a green military coat that has 'seen better days', due to long periods laying out on the sun on the dead body of an unlucky soldier. Underneath that he wears a torn armored vest, just thick enough to protect from low calibur rounds like the .22 or a 9mm from a distance. On his legs he wears pants from the same dead soldier, of the same colour. He wears armored pads on his arms, made from torn squares of kevlar that were resewn and refitted. On his feet he wears black, cracked military boots, and black, cracked gloves on his hands. His eyes are green.
Personality: He'd do anything for survival. Having lived in the wasteland and struggled, he empathizes with other scavengers who has nothing, offering up some extra food, supplies or equipment from time to time. He carries a strong dislike of the Legion, and their methods of forcing people into slavery. However, he shares the same dislike of the NCR, believing them to be too militarized. He only has a close trust with his companion Rush, who he has spent the better part of 12 years scavenging and fighting with him. He also has a certain form of respect for couriers and the job that they do, believing them to be braver than the Legion and NCR, who fight only amongst themselves. He carries no opinion on other factions, as he has not had enough encounters with them to know what they are like.
Background: -balls. In a good way-
Me likies. Didn't notice anything wrong with the backstory, so Accepted. Welcome!
IGN: Levodicus Source(s): I do not understand this question. if your asking for how i found you, i typed in role playing. Why Us?: Because i know almost every scrap for fallout lore, and i love it all. RP Experience: I have done it on several other servers, and a lot of it in real life. IC Name: Levi Age: 17 Gender: Male Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, wears a hooded coat and black crape over my nose and mouth. gloved. Personality: Steadfast, humorous Background: -lolwut?-
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: Tealmau5 Source(s): Friends of mine WhyUs?: I feel the whole essence of fallout RP is amazing. It takes the fallout universe to a whole new level. I am second in command of a quite large Fallout RP server named Fallout: The lost days and I would love to RP on another fallout server aswell. I feel that this server shows potential in contrast with a lot of the other fallout RP server popping up recently. RP Experience: I am going to be honest and say I have only RP'd on one server, Im still quite a novice at it but hope to become better and try my best to add specific details that make the RP more immersive. [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: Atlas Amador Age: 43 Gender: Male Appearance: Mid length blonde hair, a little under average height and quite skinny but with quite average arm width. Looks as he could handle himself in a fight but isn't a fighter. Personality: British accent, quite nice to everyone, maybe a little too nice. A wine contisure along with a love for cigars. He is also very charismatic. Background: Atlas Amador was born in Edingburgh, England. At a young age he loved talking to people and was very charismatic, He loved to barter with other children and adults alike. He grew up with a pretty easy life considering living in the desolate wasteland of England. He became a guard for the Queen of England at 24 years of age. The British Monarchy survived the great war, though not being the direct heir of the Monarchy before the war. He defended the Queen from small things such as small groups of raiders for 10 years. But then a large group came about that talked of communism for the land and it was the only solution to bringing back prosperity. A war broke out between these two factions and the Queen was assassinated on duty of Atlas. Atlas, feeling bloody terrible and felt like suicide drunk himself out ofdepression every night for 3 years in a small port on the coast. Finally a chance for a new life came to him when he was 37. A boat was heading for the United States. On this boat was a man named Tenpenny, Whom his father had known. He found himself befriending Tenpenny as well and that is when he got his chance. Tenpenny asked him to come to america with him. Atlas jumped at the opportunity of a new life and glady accepted. The boat left a few weeks later and later docked in a port near D.C. where he continued his travels with Tenpenny. Tenpenny and Atlas wandered through D.C. where they found a tower in quite good condition. He helped Tenpenny and his associates restore the tower and he stayed in the tower for a few years before Tenpenny called him into his office one morning. He wanted his good friend Atlas to take a trip to the west coast in search of the city New Vegas. Tenpenny was already a very wealthy man but he was greedy, very greedy. He wanted atlas to set up a second Tenpenny tower in New Vegas. A rumored city of great potential somehow untouched by the bombs that destroyed the rest of the world. At first Atlas was very weary of such an en devour but Tenpenny is very convincing. Atlas grudgingly accepted this task and traveled the long journey with a few of Tenpennys men. The journey was long a perilous and he met many people along the way. Some friendly and some not so friendly. He has now just passed through Zion canyon and entered the Mojave with his goals still intact.
Very sorry for not writing a longer backstory before hand, It was quite late and I was kind of half assing it, again. Sorry.
Continue to aid to this drama, because you ARE aiding it, and I won't hesitate to report your posts and suspend you from the whitelist. I do NOT tolerate spam.
I am just trying to prove to you that he isn't a griefer. If you think it's "drama" that's fine. Also I will not be playing on this server due to your inability to listen and be reasonable. Good luck to you and your server and sorry for any trouble that has been caused.
so glad my backgrounds are getting such great paraphrasing like "lolwut" what did i do wrong? I re-read the lore, and i sticked to Fallout-New Vegas ideas and actual people. Whats so weird about it?
[u][b]OOC[/b][/u] IGN: Tealmau5 Source(s): Friends of mine WhyUs?: I feel the whole essence of fallout RP is amazing. It takes the fallout universe to a whole new level. I am second in command of a quite large Fallout RP server named Fallout: The lost days and I would love to RP on another fallout server aswell. I feel that this server shows potential in contrast with a lot of the other fallout RP server popping up recently. RP Experience: I am going to be honest and say I have only RP'd on one server, Im still quite a novice at it but hope to become better and try my best to add specific details that make the RP more immersive. [u][b]IC[/b][/u] Name: Atlas Amador Age: 43 Gender: Male Appearance: Mid length blonde hair, a little under average height and quite skinny but with quite average arm width. Looks as he could handle himself in a fight but isn't a fighter. Personality: British accent, quite nice to everyone, maybe a little too nice. A wine contisure along with a love for cigars. He is also very charismatic. Background: -what background?-
Why us?: I love to Roleplay, and I feel this server is a very organized place to do so!
RP Experience: I have RP'ed on many places and servers! I have played ALL of the Fallout games as well as SWTOR.
Name: Isaac
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Isaac is a fairly tall, and well built man. He appears scruffy around the face due to the lack of shaving, although not a beard, just stubble. he wears old thin Combat armor found scavenging an old relay tower. He may look more menacing than he is, but he is not a wretched killing machine. Just a survivor.
Personality: Isaac is a good man at heart, and tries to do the right thing. But with all the pressures from others, he has a tough time knowing what is right or wrong, leaving him a confused, and silent man. When he comes by others, he attempts converstations, and can even make the right friends. He is a good man, but decides that all military organizations are corrupt to some degree, and that staying away from them at the moment will be of best interests for everyone.
Background: -Home...home on the range...-
I admire the detail put into the journey West. Accepted. Welcome!
I am just trying to prove to you that he isn't a griefer. If you think it's "drama" that's fine. Also I will not be playing on this server due to your inability to listen and be reasonable. Good luck to you and your server and sorry for any trouble that has been caused.
Umm...broski, he's the one who said we weren't worth his time. Continuing to talk about it after the person in question voiced this, is just overdramatic and unnecessary. I understand that Willhellm asked for someone to vouch for him, but the person did not say he was doing so, he was just leaving. Sorry if I snapped earlier, I'm working hard at making the soft release better than we had originally planned it to be. And thanks for the kind words, no need to apologize, adios amigo.
so glad my backgrounds are getting such great paraphrasing like "lolwut" what did i do wrong? I re-read the lore, and i sticked to Fallout-New Vegas ideas and actual people. Whats so weird about it?
No no no! xD My paraphrasing was not in regards to your background, I just add in funny little tidbits that serve no real purpose. I think it was fine, but Willhellm handled you before, he'll handle you again.
IGN: PainlessSpy
Source(s): Friends and Forums
Why Us?: I love the Role-play experience and the Fallout series, from everything I’ve seen about this server it would fit my need perfectly.
RP Experience: The Hardcore Rp server “RomeCraft” 3 other Role-Play servers, Fallout:NewVegas, Fallout:3 and the Fallout server “MojaveCraft”.
Name: Patrick Brutus
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: A slender but, built man. A bit over average height. Short brown hair. Grizzled face (Not seen), He wears an old beat up set of Riot Gear found on a dead Leader of a band of Raiders.
Personality: Quite and serious, he ponders a lot on why he is here. He has a great memory when it comes to conversations, people and routes to wherever. He is rather sneaky and is bought to anger. He is often considered to be a pessimist and keeps much to himself.
Background: The Battle hardened Wastelander has a somewhat tragic story. In the years preceding, Patrick found himself in many tough positions, skirmishes and simply wandering more times than one could shake a stick at. As a child, Patrick traveled with his parents, a traveling pair of merchants across large treks of land. His parents were the greatest of the great. On one fare morning, much like the previous few, him and his family were attacked by a roving band of Raiders, the caravan guards were unprepared and easily killed, his father was captured, along with his mother and himself. His father was executed before his own eyes, throat slashed. His mother was sold as a slave, and as for himself he was brought up into the group of Raiders as if it were his family... at least it seemed like that to the others. For the course of nearly 6 years, He did things that no man should ever have done, or even considered thinking of. It was what he needed to do in order to avenge the fate of his parents. After Patrick claimed his eighteenth year and was well respected by those who captured him so long ago, during the night Patrick quietly killed off the gang members, one by one. The Leader’s armor was claimed by Patrick, an old suit of Riot Gear. After taking the precious items from the dead gang, he decided to go to the Legendary city of New Vegas to trade in his new items. As he takes his final steps to the gates of “FreeSide” he looks back at the way he came, and slowly turns his head back to the boisterous Post-Apoctalyptic city, with it’s flashy Neon lights and sinning populace. He reconsiders for a moment, shaking off the fused thoughts of his family gone like a wisp of wind. During this strange moment he takes a step towards FreeSide, and another, and another...
Sources: I was looking for a server, and I happened to stumble across this one. I love Fallout 3, and New Vegas, so I decided to give it a shot.
Why Us: You seem very well managed and organized. Plus, It's one of the only good looking Fallout threads I could find.
Rp Expierience: 2+ Years on various forums, 1+ year of ingame on games like Runescape and Minecraft.
I could write lore, but get back to me about this, as i'm still writing out my story for this thread.
Name: Darius Morgan
Age: 35.
Gender: Male.
Appearence: Darius is of a medium hieght, but of a skinny and fast build. He has a head of brown hair and wears a bandana over his face. He has a green military coat that has 'seen better days', due to long periods laying out on the sun on the dead body of an unlucky soldier. Underneath that he wears a torn armored vest, just thick enough to protect from low calibur rounds like the .22 or a 9mm from a distance. On his legs he wears pants from the same dead soldier, of the same colour. He wears armored pads on his arms, made from torn squares of kevlar that were resewn and refitted. On his feet he wears black, cracked military boots, and black, cracked gloves on his hands. His eyes are green.
Personality: He'd do anything for survival. Having lived in the wasteland and struggled, he empathizes with other scavengers who has nothing, offering up some extra food, supplies or equipment from time to time. He carries a strong dislike of the Legion, and their methods of forcing people into slavery. However, he shares the same dislike of the NCR, believing them to be too militarized. He only has a close trust with his companion Rush, who he has spent the better part of 12 years scavenging and fighting with him. He also has a certain form of respect for couriers and the job that they do, believing them to be braver than the Legion and NCR, who fight only amongst themselves. He carries no opinion on other factions, as he has not had enough encounters with them to know what they are like.
Background: I kicked the Raider's body one last time as Rush motioned for me to follow him. Not because I was making sure he was dead, but out of hate. He had just murdered a young child who was looking for food, when he had plenty.
Just one bit of food out of the containers upon containers of unopened Sugar Bombs, Blanco, and other junk foods. I cursed the Raider, hoping that whatever afterlife he went to had him starving and having nothing.
If there was an afterlife....I had never been sure of it myself, even though I've had close scrapes with it many times.
Back twelve years ago, I was suffering. I was the man asking for water when others had plenty. I was the man who had been forced to drink the waste from toilets and sinks, where ever they were, no matter what they contained, just to get by. I had even resorted to killing poor scavengers, and taking the little food that they had and eating it.
However, I wouldn't be here today, if Rush hadn't nearly killed me.
Back twelve years ago, I thought I had scored the jackpot. Weapons like rifles and pistols waited just behind the glass in the man's house. The old, crippled man, who couldn't get up, so he sat with a shotgun waiting next to him, incase someone tried what I was about to do.
So I decided that it was time to kill him. An old man, who I probably could have told my plight and gotten some supplies, would now die by my hand. However, my thoughts back then only relied on getting the weapons which I could use to kill more, and gain more supplies.
As I got ready to pull the trigger on the .22, ready to end the man's life, I heard another gunshot. I turned to see a man in heavy armor, like the NCR Rangers Scavengered Power Armor, but different. Less metal, more layered kevlar gathered from who-knows-where. He simply told me to step away and drop the gun before I did something that i'd regret. I did as he asked, and he told me that I had one chance to explain what the hell was going on, or he'd 'hit me so hard my brains would fly out of the back of my skull'.
So I told him. And the more I told him, the more he listened. Finally, we came to an agreement. He would give me some of the old man's weapons if I joined up with him and traveled across the wasteland. As he explained it to the old man, who happened to be his father, the man agreed and I was gifted a pistol, a Ranger Seqouila from the man's days back with the NCR Rangers, and some ammunition. The old man also taught me how to press other ammunition forms into ammunition for my pistol, and I was grateful.
Then, Rush and I left the house, going out into the wastes. For five years we scavenged bodies, killed Raiders, and just survived off of the land and whatever else we could find. We eventually made our way to a place known as Cottonwood Cove.
Rush and I had only heard of Cottonwood Cove, but did not know its exact location. We only knew it housed a large group of Legionaries.
At the first glance of us, they demanded that we fall and proclaim Glory to Caesar. To make a long story short, we didn't, and Rush and I opened fire. We took out seven legionaries before we were both shot, and forced to flee. We used the limited meds we had to survive, and we made our way to Camp Golf of the NCR. Instantly seeing my Ranger Seqouila, they thought that we had killed one of their Veteran Rangers, and demanded we hand it over. We refused, explaining with rifles pointed at our heads the whole time, that this was an ex-Ranger's pistol. After that encounter, we were let free, and I decided that the wasteland would be ruined if either of those idiotic factions came into power.
Years passed by until now, and we have not only survived, but we have thrived in the Wasteland.
However, with the threat of another war, I'll hold my breath on saying that we'll survive for very much longer.
..... Dunder told me he found him griefing the camp, and I don't see why Dunder would lie about it.
Like I said, every time soot was on, I was on. He only left the base when he was with me. So either Dunder is mistaken or he is lying. I was with soot the ENTIRE time he played on Wild Wasteland. Not to mention he didn't know any locations on the map. He would have had a hell of a time getting from the DR base to McCarren. He didn't know many plugin commands either. So him being the "griefer" is like saying the Americans are best buds with Iran. Your information is very wrong so please check again and I will ask Dunder exactly what happened.
Of course! If you did not do as well of a job the first time, and you were denied, do not fret! You are able to try as many times to get in, but usually only requiring a second Application. Just make sure you make a longer, more sensible background. And remember, use paragraphs and other writing techniques to make your App more appealing to the white listers. Good luck!
- C011in
PS.
Good grammar never hurts!
Thanks,
Winter.
Source(s): I do not understand this question. if your asking for how i found you, i typed in role playing.
Why Us?: Because i know almost every scrap for fallout lore, and i love it all.
RP Experience: I have done it on several other servers, and a lot of it in real life.
IC
Name: Levi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, wears a hooded coat and black crape over my nose and mouth. gloved.
Personality: Steadfast, humorous
Background: Grew up around The Kings all of his life, watching them he learned that peace has a very high price to keep, and there should be nothing stopping someone from doing it. After someone called the Courier visited town, things began to brighten up for The kings, The mechanical dog wasn't sick anymore and the courier let him return to them. Seeing this changed Levi a little bit. Realizing that staying in the Strip's shadow wouldn't help as much as being out in the wastes might, he immediately left. Being the young boy of 13, he learned fast that everyone, and everything, was out to hurt him and get him. Quickly learned to trust no one, not even the new Sheriff of Primm, who he soon learned was an ex-con for killing people for the right reasons. He stayed in Primm two years, trying to learn every thing he could from the sheriff without getting too close. He left Primm a day before a little wave of NCR deserters came into the casino and took the people's caps away. He later heard the poor Sheriff was shot and injured during this little robbery. Moving north, he found himself in Goodsprings, this is where the Courier started his journey by being burred alive... This visitation to Goodsprings was almost a religious experience to Levi, because the "Savior of the Mojave" had started his journey here. At 16, Levi started working at Sloan as a miner and occasional cook, learning again, the Courier, now his personal hero, had done the impossible, killed over 2 dozen Deathclaws to ensure the miner's safety. This sealed his fate, the reckless 16 year old left Sloan and ventured to the only place he knew he could start making a difference, The Strip. Around the outside Of the strip, he was attacked by the Scorpions gang from their hide out in an abandoned motel. He was shot 3 times after the last one fell to his 9mm pistol. Slowly made is was back to his home, he fell in front of a Follower of the Apocalypse. She took him inside and they treated him for his wounds. The 3 pistol shots were dug out without anesthetics, later he learned it was because they had little medical supplies. After the week of healing, Levi swore to give supplies to them whenever he could, he felt this would be the best thing he could do for the followers since he was not a doctor himself. After he left, he again went to find how to do good for the people of the wastes. 3 years later, he was still searching, doing little good here in Novac, and once in a while, dropping supplies off at the Old Mormon Fort, collecting water for Goodsprings citizens. Still trying to follow his hero, Levi will never give up, even after he makes a name for himself and makes sure he is remembered forever.
Edited,
Neither was I ,My character was a Desert Ranger just before they combiend with the NCR
If they wanna join NCR they can join The Chosen ones, they're close allys with them. And fight Legion.
Please do not have a fight on the fourms about a griefer from another server! That was another server. We'll keep a close eye on him.
IGN: Tealmau5
Source(s): Friends of mine
WhyUs?: I feel the whole essence of fallout RP is amazing. It takes the fallout universe to a whole new level. I am second in command of a quite large Fallout RP server named Fallout: The lost days and I would love to RP on another fallout server aswell. I feel that this server shows potential in contrast with a lot of the other fallout RP server popping up recently.
RP Experience: I am going to be honest and say I have only RP'd on one server, Im still quite a novice at it but hope to become better and try my best to add specific details that make the RP more immersive.
[u][b]IC[/b][/u]
Name: Atlas Amador
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Appearance: Mid length blonde hair, a little under average height and quite skinny but with quite average arm width. Looks as he could handle himself in a fight but isn't a fighter.
Personality: British accent, quite nice to everyone, maybe a little too nice. A wine contisure along with a love for cigars. He is also very charismatic.
Background: Atlas Amador was born in Edingburgh, England. At a young age he loved talking to people and was very charismatic, He loved to barter with other children and adults alike. He grew up with a pretty easy life considering living in the desolate wasteland of England. He became a guard for the Queen of England at 24 years of age. The British Monarchy survived the great war, though not being the direct heir of the Monarchy before the war. He defended the Queen from small things such as small groups of raiders for 10 years. But then a large group came about that talked of communism for the land and it was the only solution to bringing back prosperity. A war broke out between these two factions and the Queen was assassinated on duty of Atlas. Atlas, feeling bloody terrible and felt like suicide drunk himself out ofdepression every night for 3 years in a small port on the coast. Finally a chance for a new life came to him when he was 37. A boat was heading for the United States. On this boat was a man named Tenpenny, Whom his father had known. He found himself befriending Tenpenny as well and that is when he got his chance. Tenpenny asked him to come to america with him. Atlas jumped at the opportunity of a new life and glady accepted. The boat left a few weeks later and later docked in a port near D.C. where he continued his travels with Tenpenny. Tenpenny and Atlas wandered through D.C. where they found a tower in quite good condition. He helped Tenpenny and his associates restore the tower and he stayed in the tower for a few years before Tenpenny called him into his office one morning. He wanted his good friend Atlas to take a trip to the west coast in search of the city New Vegas. Tenpenny was already a very wealthy man but he was greedy, very greedy. He wanted atlas to set up a second Tenpenny tower in New Vegas. A rumored city of great potential somehow untouched by the bombs that destroyed the rest of the world. At first Atlas was very weary of such an en devour but Tenpenny is very convincing. Atlas grudgingly accepted this task and traveled the long journey with a few of Tenpennys men. The journey was long a perilous and he met many people along the way. Some friendly and some not so friendly. He has now just passed through Zion canyon and entered the Mojave with his goals still intact.
Very sorry for not writing a longer backstory before hand, It was quite late and I was kind of half assing it, again. Sorry.
Oh, for this server? I am currently working on the Boomer's Lore about things that had occured after the Courier left, as well as a Holo Tape journey for players in the server! So, what are some of the pointers you need? If you want you can message me, or you can talk to me on here! Is there anything specific you need to know, or just general tips? I love to help, so please, do not hesitate to ask any questions!
I like this, but there's a problem with the Backstory I see right off the bat. The X-22 facility is quite a big part of our Lore, seeing as the Courier supposedly went there to stop the spread of the Vault 22 plants. Please shoot me a PM so we can discuss this matter before I accept you.
I like the quality of writing here, and I like the character. Gotta say, I'm not too fond of characters who travel across all the MidWest and through Caesar's territory into Vegas, but you're accepted all the same. Welcome!
I'm going to ask for a bit of expansion...and grammar checking on this. There's a lot of run-on sentences. Please make some changes this, but I'm going to put you through on good faith. Welcome!
Willhellm will get to this.
No problem at all, I like it. Accepted. Welcome!
Then why you still here, bro?
Continue to aid to this drama, because you ARE aiding it, and I won't hesitate to report your posts and suspend you from the whitelist. I do NOT tolerate spam.
Me likies. Didn't notice anything wrong with the backstory, so Accepted. Welcome!
I'm gonna let will get back to you on this.
<3
I am just trying to prove to you that he isn't a griefer. If you think it's "drama" that's fine. Also I will not be playing on this server due to your inability to listen and be reasonable. Good luck to you and your server and sorry for any trouble that has been caused.
Willhellm will address this once again
I admire the detail put into the journey West. Accepted. Welcome!
Umm...broski, he's the one who said we weren't worth his time. Continuing to talk about it after the person in question voiced this, is just overdramatic and unnecessary. I understand that Willhellm asked for someone to vouch for him, but the person did not say he was doing so, he was just leaving. Sorry if I snapped earlier, I'm working hard at making the soft release better than we had originally planned it to be. And thanks for the kind words, no need to apologize, adios amigo.
No no no! xD My paraphrasing was not in regards to your background, I just add in funny little tidbits that serve no real purpose. I think it was fine, but Willhellm handled you before, he'll handle you again.
Source(s): Friends and Forums
Why Us?: I love the Role-play experience and the Fallout series, from everything I’ve seen about this server it would fit my need perfectly.
RP Experience: The Hardcore Rp server “RomeCraft” 3 other Role-Play servers, Fallout:NewVegas, Fallout:3 and the Fallout server “MojaveCraft”.
Name: Patrick Brutus
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: A slender but, built man. A bit over average height. Short brown hair. Grizzled face (Not seen), He wears an old beat up set of Riot Gear found on a dead Leader of a band of Raiders.
Personality: Quite and serious, he ponders a lot on why he is here. He has a great memory when it comes to conversations, people and routes to wherever. He is rather sneaky and is bought to anger. He is often considered to be a pessimist and keeps much to himself.
Background: The Battle hardened Wastelander has a somewhat tragic story. In the years preceding, Patrick found himself in many tough positions, skirmishes and simply wandering more times than one could shake a stick at. As a child, Patrick traveled with his parents, a traveling pair of merchants across large treks of land. His parents were the greatest of the great. On one fare morning, much like the previous few, him and his family were attacked by a roving band of Raiders, the caravan guards were unprepared and easily killed, his father was captured, along with his mother and himself. His father was executed before his own eyes, throat slashed. His mother was sold as a slave, and as for himself he was brought up into the group of Raiders as if it were his family... at least it seemed like that to the others. For the course of nearly 6 years, He did things that no man should ever have done, or even considered thinking of. It was what he needed to do in order to avenge the fate of his parents. After Patrick claimed his eighteenth year and was well respected by those who captured him so long ago, during the night Patrick quietly killed off the gang members, one by one. The Leader’s armor was claimed by Patrick, an old suit of Riot Gear. After taking the precious items from the dead gang, he decided to go to the Legendary city of New Vegas to trade in his new items. As he takes his final steps to the gates of “FreeSide” he looks back at the way he came, and slowly turns his head back to the boisterous Post-Apoctalyptic city, with it’s flashy Neon lights and sinning populace. He reconsiders for a moment, shaking off the fused thoughts of his family gone like a wisp of wind. During this strange moment he takes a step towards FreeSide, and another, and another...