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Dat One Rule :3
Legion uses and controls the Hangdog tribe, Legion Legate has refused to leave Denver, New Canaan is destroyed by the White Legs, President Peterson dispatches three battalions of NCR infantry into the Mojave Wasteland, if you need anymore, then just ask me on my skype. :3


Biography:

Katie Park was born in the year 2264. She has had not much of a life except stealing and killing to provide for her family. Trusting no one, barely even herself sometimes, she walks through the tough wasteland life after her parents and brother were murdered by a group of looters when she was 12 for a single sack of caps. She now walks alone, sometimes stealing from shops to get food and ammunition for her 9mm handgun. She is armed only with her gun and a hunting knife. Many times she has almost been killed while shoplifting, but with her ability to sneak around unnoticed by the unwary eye, she is able to sneak around grabbing things with ease. Katie is about 5' 6" with long black hair and greenish-grey eyes. (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv) Katie has been clinging on to survival since she was 12, stealing from stores, mugging people, all sorts of things. She doesn't have much money but will do anything to keep herself safe. Stopping only occasionally to rest or actually buy or sell something, she carries on with her wasteland story. Maybe, just maybe, she might change her ways and abide to the laws.
As she continues to try to make her way in this desolate wasteland, she finds a note in her pip-boy, it read:

Dear Katie,
This is your father's old friend Mr. Jones, If you remember getting your pip-boy for your 10^th birthday, you will remember that I was the one who fixed it up for you. I never told you this, but I programmed it to show you this message between 10 - 20 years later. Please, do not get in any trouble in the future, I trust that you are not dead and that someone else is not reading this. If you are reading this, Katie, note that the wasteland will be a dangerous place for you, you may be a sneaky little girl, but you are also very vulnerable. Make sure you have something to protect yourself with always, and remember, stay away from ghouls and other irradiated things. If you do find yourself to get radiation poisoning, make sure you ALWAYS have some Rad-Away. I hope this note comes in handy in your exploration of this damned wasteland. And remember to always stay away from looters. Come find me in the North side of Denver, I am including my pip-boy tracking signal in this message, try to contact me. 10297W95

100 0101 100 1110 100 0100 101 1111 100 1111 100 0110 101 1111 100 1101 100 0101 101 0011 101 0011 100 0101 100 0111 100 0101
^{(If you don't know binary, the ones and zeros up there translate to End Of Transmission)}

Katie's way of living is quite solitaire. She doesn’t trust anyone or even talk much, most of the time she wanders the wasteland in search of a suitable place to live. Other times she is in a village or town getting supplies. Other than that she only stays to herself, sometimes forgetting what a human voice sounds like. But as she gets used to the silence she continues on throughout her life, deserting her past self in her thoughts. She often struggles to keep sane, making her way into towns more often every day. Her life in the wasteland is often quite lonesome. But during her never ending task to find her father's friend, she finds herself not believing herself sometimes. But as she tells herself over and over again, that she will find Mr. Jones, and she will survive.

With her life slowly changing, Katie makes her way to Northern Denver to meet her father's old friend... As she makes her way she encounters many problems along the way, looters, bandits, and wild animals trying to attack her. And this my friends, is where your reading stops, and the story begins.........


RP EXAMPLE ~
The scene is a dry, burnt up trading town in Manhattan, with only a few people in the gun store. Not much is being noted by the civilians who go throughout their daily lives in small little shacks scattered around. Katie walks along the shelves, looking for a good place that the owner can't spot her take a handgun. As she finds a spot, a man walks quietly along the isles. Unnoticed by Katie, as she quickly slips the gun into her pouch and starts to walk towards the door, the man stops her. He holds her by the arm as she stares blankly into space, waiting for her next move...

"Well, well, well... What do we have here, young lady trying to steal a handgun? Trying to slip away?" The man asks. "Depends on how you look at the situation... Maybe I'm just, let’s say, borrowing it until further notice?" She replies, slowly drawing out her hunting knife. Everyone in the shop starts to look at the pair. "How about... No. Now, let's just put that gun back on the rack and pretend this never happened, okay?" The man says, as he notices the knife at his stomach. Katie pulls away from the man, putting the gun back on the shelf. "Fine then, I'll be on my way if you would be so kind." She says. The man looks at her confused. "So, you think you can just get away like that, without paying a price for your attempt to steal from this old man's shop?" "Well, not exactly, no." She replies quietly. "I think a small price might not be too much to ask for..." "Glad we see eye to eye on that!" The man laughs, stopping abruptly as a knife is now lodged in his throat. Dying from blood loss, the man falls to the ground. "You there, stop! Get that girl!" A man says chasing after her. From behind the man rings a gunshot, the bullet, striking Katie, knocks her to the ground. Then everything fades to black as she bleeds out on the old, rusty concrete.

Hey Guys, sorry I haven't been as active in recent days to review apps, sometimes reality twists and turns. I will make sure to review apps later today. Thank you to those have applied for being patient and thank you for choosing Reclamation!

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In game name: DownieBus

You fixed what was asked. You are..

Also, the sniper rifle is approved.

Quote from DragonOptic

In game name: DragonOptic

DragonOptic: Denied

I have to say ,before I go on, that this was a very well planned and well written app. However, the character you applied your app skills towards is a bit of a stretch. Here are my concerns:

1. An eyebot with a body is somewhat out of the question. While there is no evidence that they don't somehow they exist somewhere, there is also no evidence to prove their existence either.
2. The fact that you display your character as somewhat of a special trooper seems off balance.
3. To make it simple, the character regardless of combat abilities seems too out there. I would come with a new character instead.
4. Lastly, re-read the rules, you missed something.

While this may be discouraging, I feel as though you could put the same quality towards a different character. I do hope you re-apply.

Until then:

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In game name: Echidna_Uno

Echidna_Uno: Accepted

This was a very nice app. Good detail, good storyline, and you followed the rules! Thank you for applying and we will see you when we open!

Until then:

OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: DragonOptic
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA, Central Standard Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love Fallout and have not played on a RP server for months! I’d love to start again
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yessir/Yes’m

IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Brethren Von
Nickname (optional): Brethren
Motto (optional): Hail to the King, baby
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft 2
Weight: 167
Personality: Perceptive, speaks English poorly, articulate writer, typically laid back until personally involved.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 6
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 2
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 5
Luck- 7
Character's skills: Musician, tracking, defending ground
Weaknesses: Slightly deaf in right ear
Karma: Very bad
Character's appearance: Tan skin, brown eyes, black hair (buzzcut). Lips are chapped, ears gauged, nose is short and steep. Body is a medium build with long legs.
Worn cloths/accessories: Raider badlass armor
Gear/weapons: Wooden spade
Dislikes: Small spaces, churches, feral dogs
Likes: Music, hunting, bounty work
Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Currently malnourished, spawn with animal nearby to eat.
Spawn Location: Outside of a stone building
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):

*Nicholli listens in on conversation behind a door*
Andrew: -eah, we shall be making our move tonight; 8 pm sharp. Louis has the guns, Arnold’s got the codes, we are all set here. The 38 will be ours!
Lance: Alright, boss! Whatever you s-say sir.
*Nicholli kicks down the door and draws rifle*
Nicholli: I suggest you bozos come with me now, before this gets messy.
Andrew: Over my dea-
*Nicholli fires a round into Andrew’s head, then loads another round into chamber*
Nicholli: Am I going to waste another bullet on you, shrimp?
Lance: Oh dear, I will do whatever you want. Don’t kill me, please!
*Nicholli handcuffs the goon*
Nicholli: Time for a looooong trip home, bubba.

Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):

“Superstitious, I am not... but I have created demons in my past. Demons that trapped me here.”

Day 1: Confined

I woke up only to be caught in the middle of a nightmare. My right temple was pounding like a snare; the intoxicating taste of blood lingered in my mouth. I was curled upon the rotting oak floor of what seems to be a cathedral. How ironic.

I am trapped in this heap. They reinforced the braces of the doors, locking me in. The windows have been boarded with razor laced planks. If I tried to pry them off, my fingers would look like I was mauled by a feral hound. The walls must be at least a foot of solid brick. Whoever did this wants me to die here.

~Brethren Von

Day 2: Incarcerated

Now I know what it feels like to be a mirelurk cake. Sitting in this hell hole is like being placed in a stone-brick oven. Is this what they wanted? For me to cook alive? Maybe if one limb roasts faster than the remaining, I can eat that. I’m famished.

At least water won’t be a problem. This place has a tap from an underground pool, leading up to a small fountain near the exit. Well, what once was an exit.

The worst thing about being stuck in a box of sweltering temperatures with nothing on your person is the challenge of staying mentally active. One may go a tad crazy if they let their mind slip too long.

~B.V.

Day 3: Interned

For the love of all that is holy, I have to get out of here! There has to be a way, somehow! Right? I can’t die in here, I can’t!

Maybe I can try breaking down the door again? No, I’ll just cripple myself. They are sturdy as a rock. If I were to pry just one board, then I could use it as a crowbar and... No, without hands I am just as screwed out there as I am in here.

Tomorrow I will check for anything that may help my liberation. I guess I should first enjoy a dinner of air and irradiated water before slumbering in a pool of my sweat.

~B.V.

Day 4: Restricted

There is nothing that could help me escape. Although, I did find something under one of the front-most pews. A guitar. At least now I don’t have to twiddle my bloody thumbs all day and night. They’ll find my skeleton sprawled across the floor, strumming some bloody Dean Martin. Wonderful.

~B.V.

Day 5: Limited

Today I smiled for the first time since I awoke in this church. I began to strum a tune from my childhood while lost in thought. The music was almost like a cool breeze of hope, that things may get better. Almost. By the end of it I was still there on the floor.

It is enough, though. I feel a lot calmer when I play this dusty old instrument. The thoughts in my head just seem to melt and I feel euphoric, even if only for a moment. I would be ok if I rot here, so long as I die playing. My skeleton will be found with a boney smile on it’s face.

~B.V.

Day 6: Hindered

I spent all day working on my skills. Playing, that is. I taught myself a few riffs from songs I heard as a boy, and I tuned the strings! Who would have ever pictured me a musician? Actually, that doesn’t matter. Nobody will see me as one, anyways. I can always look again for a way out... I will do that first thing tomorrow, after a hearty breakfast of water.

God, I am so hungry.

~B.V.

Day 7: Liberation

I found a way out. There is a section of wooden plank that has completely rotted away near the back corner of the church. The earth is a clay-like consistency, though... I cannot use my hands to dig. So I broke it. Currently the guitar is snapped in two and I will use it as a make-shift spade...

Is it unhealthy that i considered keeping it as one and starving in here? I snapped the base against the wall and felt an equal fracture in my heart. It was the only reason I have kept sanity, and I destroyed it.

Superstitious, I am not... but I have created demons in my past. Demons that trapped me here. Maybe I should repay the favor. A week in hell and music has guided my way to liberation. Now it is time for me to return the over world and send the bastards back to where they belong.

~B.V.

Lore: *transforms into Sweet Brown* We finna be chilling in Colorado, and there are now feral dogs which infest Denver. There is also some crackhead Legion there who is chilling in that city, too. The north is irradiated as balls, so pack your chems and suit. NCR are fighting some kinda Rock or something, no... Boulder! And we lot are taking our role round four months after all this was established. Ain't nobody got time to do da rest!

OOC-
In game name: Locusthorde
Age: 19
Country or time-zone: US Central
Have you played any Fallout games? Which ones: FO1, FO2, FO:Tactics, FO3, FO:NV, FO:Pen & Paper, The Vault RP
Why do you want to play on this server?: I want to get better at Roleplay, and enjoy a Fallout environment.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Most of it.

IC-
Name: Alexander Romanov
Nickname: Lex
Mantra: There is no spoon.
Age: 27
Gender: M
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170~
Personality: A reclusive paranoid packrat.

Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 4
Perception- 8
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 9
Agility- 8
Luck- 2

Character's skills: He has learned how to use both martial and ranged weapons after the many years of having to fend off would-be attackers. He is a craftsman. The items he creates have an heir about them, like they're not just 'put together' but thought out in design. He also has a nature affinity, he is well adapted to the wastelands and it shows. Along with his affinity he knows how to tame wild animals to his benefit.
Weaknesses: No knowledge of Nether creatures, is slightly paranoid.
Karma/Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Character's appearance: This, but with a face wrap, and LBE
Worn cloths/accessories: Self made armor, very meticulously put together Load Bearing Equipment.
Gear/weapons: Crafted Sword
Dislikes: Enclave, NCR, Caesar's Legion, Raiders, Desert Climates, the City, Crowds
Likes: Tribals, Animals, Nature
Spawn Location: Snowy Mountain Town

RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):

A busy bar scene is in view. Lex and a stout Irishman are both in a shady corner.

"So, what's so important about this 'ere man o' yours?" The man asked curiously.

"He knows something I don't. I need to find him."

"Well I might remember where he is, I might not. You'll have to refresh my memory.." The man looked at Lex slyly. Lex knew what he meant, and put a small bag of caps on the table. "You'll have to do better than that laddie." The man laughed.

"That's all I have, you've got to tell me something." Lex said sharply.

"Oh, do I now? Last I checked you weren't the on-" The man stopped at the sound of a pistol being cocked, "Well, them's aren't kosherized rules laddie." Lex had a pistol loaded under the table.

"Yeah, neither is not taking what is reasonable. So, this is how it's going to go. You'll tell me what you know, and we'll both go our separate ways." Lex stated bluntly.

"Colorado. He's in Colorado."

"Where in Colorado?" Lex demanded.

"De- Denver. That's were he was last."

"Then that's where I'll be." Lex stood up, and holstered his pistol "Nice doing business with ya'."

Character back-story:

Lex grew up in a small settlement in the Alaskan north. As he grew up he learned how to hunt, and defend himself. Becoming quite proficient with the use of a sword. This was also when he learned how to make armor and clothing. He also learned about technology and engineering as he found it fascinating. He helped keep the towns power generator running. And in doing so learned how to tinker with objects.

When he became old enough the elders set him on his pilgrimage. When a child becomes old enough, they are set off into the world to test their survival skills and learn about the world at large. They both learn to survive in the world, and obtain information about the world at large. The children who are set off are not supposed to return until they receive word from the elders.

After a decade his directions to come home had never arrived. He thought he had made a mistake, or done something wrong. So he returned, only to find his home a ghost town. Nigh a trace of who he knew could be found. It was like they had just left, and hadn't returned. He then decided to wait for the others returning, and join together to find their home.

Years later, and he's still looking, still searching.The others who had followed him had slowly perished one by one to their own demise along the years. His only friend now is the sword he keeps at his waist. Ready for the next inconvenience to get in his way. His only goal now is to find any sort of lead to what happened to his home.

Hey all! Sorry for the lack of app response. I was on vacation for the last week, but now I am ready to begin again. I promise to review all the remaining apps as soon as I can. Thank you all for choosing reclamation and for being patient!

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In game name: DragonOptic

DragonOptic: Denied

I am very terribly sorry for the late response but indeed you are denied. While this character seems interesting, you need to edit one thing. While your backstory meets the three paragraph requirement, it shows almost no indication of where you are from, who you are, or what your past was. If you just include maybe a paragraph of who you are, etc., with this current application, I will absolutely accept you. Again, I apologize for the delay just to tell you this. I am glad you chose reclamation and I hope you re-apply!

Until then:

Quote from Locusthorde

In game name: Locusthorde

Locusthorde: Denied

Unfortunately locust, I have to deny you. Please change the following:

1. Re-read the rules, you missed something.
2. Expand on the rp-example.
3. Edit the bio to include a bit more detail, its decent now, but it will boost your chances.

Thank you for choosing reclamation and I hope you re-apply!

Until then:

Quote from ChocolateChip03

In game name:

ChoclateChip03

Chocolatechip03: Undecided

Well it's good to see an old player return! However, I am not going to deny you or accept you just yet. Overall your app is decent and you have everything in order, but your char. bio seems a bit lacking of detail. If you could include why decided colorado, maybe more detail towards the hatred of the ncr, etc. Just do that and I will look over the app again. Thank you for coming back and I hope you add some more detail!

Until then: Undecided

HUGE update coming t the forum post tonight guys! I know there hasn't really been a lot of news lately, but we've got ALOT to show for that some good stuff coming to hold you over until release. However we are in DIRE need of some more good, dedicated builders that can make this happen even faster so if you're interested, please go apply on the recruitment post! Thanks and keep your eyes out!

Quote from TmynameisT

HUGE update coming t the forum post tonight guys! I know there hasn't really been a lot of news lately, but we've got ALOT to show for that some good stuff coming to hold you over until release. However we are in DIRE need of some more good, dedicated builders that can make this happen even faster so if you're interested, please go apply on the recruitment post! Thanks and keep your eyes out!

Good, more information will be fantastic

I remember like, 3 of the people in the staff list, including you. I'm interested in joining, but I'm going on vacation tomorrow, sooo I'll be back in ten days.

In game name: AKJJ106

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Country or time-zone: U.S. Alaska time zone

Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas

Why do you want to play on this server?: I want to play on this server because I am a huge fallout fan. I have been playing fallout for Five years now and it is still my favorite game series.

What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all

Have you read the lore?: Yes I have read the lore

Character app:

Name: Dwight D. Eisenhower

Nickname (optional): The Child of the Divide

Motto (optional): He who paves the path of man shall see to the future of mankind

Age: 23

Gender: male

Height: 5'11''

Weight: 185 lbs.

Personality: well rounded and seeking avenge for the death of uncle Ulysses by the Courier

Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):

Strength- 6

Perception- 6

Endurance- 5

Charisma- 7

Intelligence- 7

Agility- 5

Luck- 4

Character's skills: Guns, Repair, Barter, Speech, Science, Melee Weapons, and Medicine.

Weaknesses: Explosives, Sneak, Unarmed

Karma: Messiah

Character's appearance: Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit

Worn cloths/accessories: Armored

Gear/weapons: Old Glory, Stimpacks, Hunting Shotgun, Brush Gun, and armed with a Rangers Sequoia.

Dislikes: The Courier, Caesers Legion, Enclave.

Likes: BoS, NCR, Big Mt.

Any condition's/ disorder's (optional): Obsessive over Ulysses Death

Spawn Location: Outskirts of the wasteland

RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):

Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):



Not Finished please do not reply I am just taking a break and will finish it soon by editing the post. Thank You

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In game name: macarone

macarone: Denied

I am sorry to say macarone you are denied. Please edit/change the following:

1. Re-read the rules, you missed something.
2. Character bio is too short and is lacking in detail. Please also explain why you are in Colorado and more background details about your character.
3. Rp example is also too short. Please expand it.
4. App overall lacking in detail.

Once you edit the following I will re-review your application. Thank you for taking the time to apply here and I hope you re-apply!

Until then:

Quote from XlegitXtoasterX

In game name: XlegitXtoasterX

XlegitXtoasterX: Denied

I am sorry to say this didn't take me too long to review. After reading your application, I unfortunately see a very limited knowledge of this server's lore being displayed here. Please edit/change the following:

1. I will make this simple, you need to redo the entire application. Your character has almost nothing to do with the server. I was already wary of your app once I saw Vault 101 (which is in DC), but you did not even relate your character to Colorado in any way. Most of your app sections were also very bland and lacking in any real detail. You will need to re-read the rules and our lore. So to summarize, scrap this character and make an entirely new application.

Until then:

Quote from ChocolateChip03

In game name:

ChoclateChip03

ChocolateChip03: Accepted

Thank you for editing what I asked you to. Also thank you for choosing Reclamation and we will see you when we open!

Until then:

Nice apps guys, keep on trying and btw, any word on when that update is coming?

Hey all! Sorry for the lack of an update. We decided we are going to put more in the update, so we will provide an update on Tuesday. Thank you for waiting patiently and considering Reclamation.