OOC
In game name: Samdo123_
Age: 20
Gender: M
Country or timezone: Australia/Washington state
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All fallout games and DLC's
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because I enjoyed the previous server and can't wait to see what you do with it this time
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes sir
IC
Name: Sam Shipman
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: 6' feet tall, dirty blond hair, average weight, very pale, and often has tremors, suffers from depression
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception-5
Endureance-5
Charisma-10
Intelligence-10
Agility-2
Luck-2
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: #4
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): As Riley went into the building she knew that something was wrong. She had heard the screams last night but she has suspected that it was just the people that had lost all sanity. She felt like someone had been watching her all night "Hello..." she said with fear in her voice. There was no response. She knew she should scavenge but she just wanted to leave this city as soon as she could. She head the sound of glass breaking about 20 feet away. She turned quickly and noticed a broken plate on the ground. She quickly unholstered her pistol and aimed it in the direction of the broken plate. "Who's there?" Riley asked still uncertainty and fear in her voice. Then 3 small children walked out. All there were on all sides of them. There was one female and two males. The female and one of the males looked about 15 but the other male looked barely eight. The young boy and the girl both held huge blunt weapons. And the other male held a revolver. Riley tried as hard as she could to not be intimidated by the children. "Who are you?" the older boy asked. Riley replied with a shaky voice "My name's Riley I was just passing". The girl laughed "Just passing? Just passing she says". Riley knew that this girl was not going to let her pass. She did not want to kill these kids and she was a good shot. She had to come up with something fast. She could shoot the man with the guns hand and run away. But first she wanted to try a non-violent way. "Just let me leave. I have not taken anything". The other girl just chuckled at that like she knew something Riley did not. Riley knew how this was going to turn out. "Put down you're gun!" the other boy said anger in his voice. Then Riley shot her gun. The bullet had connected to the older boys hand and he had dropped the gun. Riley was now running and she could hear them chasing after her. After about 15 minutes the children had given up the chase. She knew she would never go back into that town. Her knew goal was to find a way home.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Sam was born in a vault 6 and lived there till he was 13. He always knew something was wrong with the vault because the elderly people were not as "Stable" as the younger children. When he was 13 people had started the "Changing" or thats what they called it in the vault. The overseer and security tried as hard as they could to stop the changing by quarantining the members of the vault that suffered with the changing. Sam's father was the doctor in the vault. And began to think that this was a disease. Sam's mother caught the disease when he was 12. She was sent into the quarantin not long after. After Sam's father saw that this "disease" was not going to be cured. He came up with a plan to escape with Sam. One night his father woke him up froma deep sleep. And informed him about the plan. He was mortified at the idea but he did as he was told. He got changed got everything that he wanted to take with him. And they went to the control room. His father did something on a control panel. And a deafining buzzing alarm sound started. A security guard came rushing in obviously engraged. Talking about how his father was "going to kill everyone" and how "Its not safe to go out there". Then Sam's father took out a pistol something Sam had never seen. And threatened the security guard. The guard then took out his pistol and called his fathers bluff. His father did the unthinkable he shot the man in the chest 3 times. He took Sam's hand and 1/2 carried 1/2 draged him out the giant door. When he stepped outside he was almost blinded by the light. They made there way to a town where they slept in a barracks that the people living there called a "Common House". It was all so new to them its like he had been reborn. But he knew it was better this way. He remained in that town till he was 20. He got a job and made many friends. When he was 20 his father died of cardiac arrest. Sam decideing he wanted to see the rest of the world. He went to many diffrent places in many diffrent states (He knew states and borders from his education in the vault). The most memorible place for him was New Vegas. While in vegas he head about a place called Dog City in Denver. That was his next location he walked for a few weeks in tell he came upon a small moutain village that appeared to be abandoned but was still used as a passage way often.
Congrats Sam, welcome to Fallout: Reclamation!. Thank you for taking the time to change your app. Again, like I have mentioned, we are in build stage. Also for anyone reading this, feel free to make a builder app to help open the server faster!
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In game name: HunterActual
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout: New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, I have several reasons I guess. The first beign that I was rather impressed with the lore of the server. The second, I know a few people on here and thought it would be nice to reconnect with them. And the final reason, I am huge fan of Fallout. I absolutely love the series and anythign that is related to it in any way.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I have. I am very impressed with it! Great job! My favorite part of it is how the NCR's General Oliver stepped down after his failure. The reason being that he was a stubborn man and for him to admit defeat would mean that he really got his butt handed to him.
IC
Name: Seiko Uzumaki ( Translates to "Spiraling Truth" )
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Silver eyes due to a genetic mutation
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endureance- 6
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 2
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Seiko and his men had been traveling for days. Their mission was to reach Boulder and find out what was going on in the area.
Seiko Uzumaki: We're close. we just passed one of our landmarks a few minutes back. Three more to go and we will be there.
Bridges: ____ Uzumaki ( insert rank ), permission to stop and set up camp, sir.
Uzumaki: Permission granted. *Looks around* Set up over there. *points to an abandoned house on a hill*
Bridges: Yes sir. Anythign else, sir?
Uzumaki: Yes. Send O'Malley, Malik, and Smith out to set up a perimeter with mines and then to get back here.
Bridges: Yes sir!
*Bridges walks away and gives the _____'s orders*
*Several hours pass by*
*Malik, O'Malley, and Smith return after setting up a perimeter*
Malik, O'Malley, and Smith: Returning from setting up a perimeter, sir. *Snapping to attention*
Uzumaki: At ease. Get some warm food and set up your beds.
Malik, O'Malley, and Smith: Thank you sir.
Uzumaki: Bridges, head upstairs with Andrews to releave the others of overwatch.
Bridges: Yes sir!
*Bridges and the young Andrews head upstairs, rifles slugn over their shoulders*
Seiko wonders if they will all make it there alive. "No, I can't think like that. It's my responsibility to get them there alive." They had not yet lost anyone on their voyage to Boulder. The morale was high and his soldiers were a lethal fighting force. The NCR had picked some of the best soldiers it could to send and expidition up north. They had picked well. Seiko's company was among one of the most battle hardened battalions in the entire NCR. They had all seen war. Death. Chaos. It was fed to them daily. They lost friends and family. They had all lost a piece of themselves.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point)
Seiko Uzumaki was born in Western California. NCR controlled territory. His family was Japanese-American and apparently had come from a long line of Japanese nobles. His ancestors had imigrated to the United States in 1995. In Los Angeles they had begun to make a name for themselves. Their wealth and fame built quickly. This would buy their way into the Vaults in later years.
Seiko's father was a battle hardened Veteran Ranger in the NCRR or, the New California Republic Rangers. His father was not home very often, usually on dangerous and important missions. Seiko's mother was his primary care provider. She raised him while his father was away. He lived an easy life because the military payed well. His father would send them money every week. His mother also happened to own the local gun store. She was a proficient merchant and her employees were very good weapon smiths.
When Seiko had turned thirteen, his father surprised him by retiring from the military to spend time with his family. Seiko was surprised and happy. When his father came home for the first time in several years they spent many days together.
For Seiko's fifteenth birthday he recieved his father's old rifle. It was a beautiful weapon and Seiko immediately fell in love with shooting the weapon. He and his father would take trips out into the wasteland to hunt gecko and sometimes even bigger game with their rifles. Through this, Seiko became proficient with a rifle.
At the age of eighteen Seiko joined the NCRA. He said goodbye to his mother and father and was shipped farther south. There he went through rigorous training. It included schooling to become an officer. His father had pulled some strings to help him out. Seiko remained at this "Academy" for several years. At the age of twenty-two he graduated third in his class of two hundred.
In the years following he moved up in the ranks and saw many military excursions. He was even at Hoover Dam for both of the battles. However, his unit suffered several casualties. It hit him hard. He had never lost so many men before.
Now, he leads a company of men north to the misterious Boulder. Only time will tell what is in store for him.
( If need be I am definitely willing to change all of this. I am applying for the leadership of the NCR or at least a relatively high rank in it and I left a lot of the Bio to where it could be easily changed. )
What faction and position are you applying for?: NCR Why should we let you have a leadership position in this faction?: I am well versed in the NCR's history as they are my absolute favorite faction. Their morals and ideas appeal to my own and remind me of America. I am very good with players and I have lead several other factions before including the Desert Rangers and the NCR. I have also lead many factions on PvP servers and on several of them we became the top faction. Do you have any experience with anything like this? Give specifics: yes. I lead the Desert Rangers on Wild Wasteland ( Second Release ) for several months before I left the server. Under my leadership the faction became the one of the most powerful factions on the server. I also "lead" the NCR on FallCraft as we did not have any higher ranking soldiers than myself for many weeks. Under my leadership the NCR prospered and obtained a good reputation in the Wasteland. We were tied for the most powerful faction in some points of time but for the most part we were unmatched in power, weaponry, or land. Have you ever played on any Fallout role-play servers? Give specifics: I have played on all of the Fallout: Wild Wasteland releases and even lead a major faction on the second release. I played and helped moderate on FallCraft for many months as well. I have experience on Lost Days, War Never Changes, and The Vault Rp as well. How much experience do you have in Fallout?: I have played and beat Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout:New Vegas many times. New Vegas is my favorite by far due to the factions, weapons, and lore of the game. Write a good 2 paragraphs, one including a brief history of the faction, and the other connecting your character to the faction:
The New California Republic is a democracy (Democratic Federation really) in post-apocolyptic western America. It controls California, parts of Oregon, parts o Mexico(Baja), and recently gained control of areas along the Colorado River in Nevada. The NCR is generally associated with democracy, law, order, and Old World values. It's sole purpose was to unite the wasteland and promote peace and prosperity to it. The capitol of the NCR was named Shady Sands. The NCR has 700,000 + citizens that it feeds, clothes, provides work, and protects. The NCR also originally consisted of five states. They are; Hub, Dayglow, Shady Sands, Los Angeles, and Maxson. The NCR is mostly comprised of farmers and merchants that sought protection form the dangerous wasteland. The NCR is similar to the United States in many ways. It has its own currency and is a democratic federation.
Seiko Uzumaki was born into a military family. His grandfather and all of his sons had served in the NCR for many years. Some even reached very high ranks in the militray including his father. These ranks were, Colonel and Veteran Ranger. His uncles were all rangers in the military, with the exception of Takashi who was a Lt. Colonel in the military. Seiko's grandfather was a Colonel and fought against many of today's factions including the Khans.
SKype username: joshua.ray.adkins
I just want to say thank you for reading this over and as I stated earlier, I can and will change anything that you ask me to!
I hate to deny you, but I am going to have to take up on your offer to redo some of the app. It was well written and I am happy to see someone with passion or thought in their app. However, if you could change the following, I could accept you in no time!
1. Please explain more details about your character. (Ex. Clothing, Hair, attitude,feelings, more looks, etc.)
2. I would wait to apply as a faction leader for the moment. We are trying to get the faction lore up as soon as possible.
3. With the above, the char. bio and rp example should be changed as to not assume faction roles. Once we get the factions up, you could possibly put the char. bio in the leader app to explain how you got the position.
4. Lastly, when you do the rp example, if you could put more detail in it, that would be awesome!
I believe you can have a lot of potential on this server. Thank you for being so willing to change your app so much. Not many are so willing. Repost anytime, I am monitoring the forum at least once a day. So to all those posting, mainly your app response time should be in between 1-2 days or possibly less.
Unfortunetly, until then:
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Note, there is an error on the front page. We are including the salvager faction, not scavenger. The salvagers are much cooler, so whomever wanted to be scavenger can be even happier! rejoice! now.
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OOC In game name: HunterActual Age: 17 Gender: Male Country or timezone: Eastern Time Zone Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout: New Vegas Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, I have several reasons I guess. The first beign that I was rather impressed with the lore of the server. The second, I know a few people on here and thought it would be nice to reconnect with them. And the final reason, I am huge fan of Fallout. I absolutely love the series and anythign that is related to it in any way. What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all. Have you read the lore?: Yes, I have. I am very impressed with it! Great job! My favorite part of it is how the NCR's General Oliver stepped down after his failure. The reason being that he was a stubborn man and for him to admit defeat would mean that he really got his butt handed to him.
IC Name: Seiko Uzumaki ( Translates to "Spiraling Truth" ) Age: 33 Gender: Male Character's signifying traits and attributes: Silver eyes due to a genetic mutation/Tall with an athletic build/Unkempt blonde hair and little facial hair from his time in the wasteland/He bears a large scar that runs diagonal over his chest/Seiko is the type of person that calculates and often uses his own strategies instead of others S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose): Strength- 6 Perception- 5 Endurance- 6 Charisma- 8 Intelligence- 8 Agility- 5 Luck- 2
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Seiko was tired. His legs felt like steel girders. But he had to keep running. He cursed under his breath. He kept running and running until he came to a building. He quickly makes a turn into the building and his breathing is heavy. He takes a peek out of a broken window and is able to barely make them out. He sighed and loaded his rifle. He didn't want to kill these men. He hated the thought of having to do it. But, it wouldn't be the first time it had happened. He slapped in the mag and aimed out of the window. They had yet to notice him. He mumbles something in Latin and then aims in. A long breath and then...he pulls the trigger. The first one falls instantly. Another shot. He pulls the trigger again. The other falls but screams loudly. The rest of the group stops and drags him behind some kind of rock. Seiko takes this chance and bolts from the building. The next thing he knows a blinding pain hits him in the arm. he keeps running but he feels it running through his body now.
Several days later...
He's in an old hospital. A dead ghoul lays some ten feet from him. He replaces the dressing on his arm and then takes some antibiotics. He uses the last of the med-x for pain management. It takes several minutes for it to kick in but the pain nearly disappears. He gets up and searches around the room. He finds several items including some stimpacks. "I'm should head to the next town then.." he mumbles. He pulls out the map and looks to try and find where he is. He spots the hospital after a minute or so of looking and then notices a small town near him. Well, it was a fifteen kilometer walk.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point)
Seiko Uzumaki was born in Western California. NCR controlled territory. His family was Japanese-American and apparently had come from a long line of Japanese nobles. His ancestors had immigrated to the United States in 1995. In Los Angeles they had begun to make a name for themselves. Their wealth and fame built quickly. This would buy their way into the Vaults in later years.
Seiko's father was a battle hardened Veteran Ranger in the NCRR or, the New California Republic Rangers. His father was not home very often, usually on dangerous and important missions. Seiko's mother was his primary care provider. She raised him while his father was away. He lived an easy life because the military payed well. His father would send them money every week. His mother also happened to own the local gun store. She was a proficient merchant and her employees were very good weapon smiths.
When Seiko had turned thirteen, his father surprised him by retiring from the military to spend time with his family. Seiko was surprised and happy. When his father came home for the first time in several years they spent many days together.
For Seiko's fifteenth birthday he received his father's old rifle. It was a beautiful weapon and Seiko immediately fell in love with shooting the weapon. He and his father would take trips out into the wasteland to hunt gecko and sometimes even bigger game with their rifles. Through this, Seiko became proficient with a rifle.
Seiko left home at the age of seventeen. He felt like it was time for him to make a life for himself. So he left his home and traveled east. Along the way he did many jobs. Recovery, scavenging, salvaging, building, killing..He did anything that could help bring in money. He gained experience with helping people. He loved to interact with them. It made him happy to know that he was helping.
Several years after he had left home, Seiko took a job hunting down a raider that had amassed a reputation for killing bounty hunters. Seiko took the job knowing that it could be his last. After several days of tracking he found where the raider was holed up. An old bank building out off of a highway. He spent two days watching the raider. His movements and his habits. Seiko finally decided where to hit him. Under the cover of the night he ran close to the building. He entered in through a hole in the walls. Then, a slicing pain hits him in the chest. He had jumped back at the last second. Any closer and he'd be dead. Seiko looks up and sees the raider's rotted teeth through his grin. The ******* had been watching him too. The raider ran at Seiko and went for his legs. Seiko instinctively ducks lower and grabs the raider's shoulders. He seems surprised and the shock only takes him momentarily. They struggle for a moment and Seiko lands on top of the man with his combat knife unsheathed.
Two days after the mark had been killed Seiko winds up back in the small town's hospital. He spent several weeks there and became somewhat of a local legend to the townsfolk. After his wound healed to the point to where he could travel Seiko left the small town and headed back west. He had decided to join up with the NCRA. He felt like he could help more people there.
Only time will tell what fate has in store for Seiko Uzumaki.
( I hope that this is more acceptable! Thank you for the pointers )
Country or timezone: Eastern Standard Time, U.S.A.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, and New Vegas, I'm trying to get
copies of some of the older ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks great! It has a fresh new feel and idea and I
love anything post apocalyptic or fallout. Plus I was on the old server and had tons of fun.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I really like the Idea of the New Plague in Boulder and the NCR death squads dealing with infected.
IC
Name: Michael Aleksandrov
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Around 6'2 weighing around 190 pounds, Dirty Blonde hair, Greenish Blue eyes, Caucasian, athletic build, and covered in scars.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 7
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather (That's up North Right?)
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
*Mike and his German Shepard wander through the snowy forest heading south towards "The Dog City"*
Mike- "God How much further? I'm freezing... How about you Saint?"
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
Mike- "Yeah me too... Hopefully not to mu-"
*Saint freezes and begins to growl viciously at something ahead of them*
*Mike Grabs his rifle off his back*
Mike- "What is it boy?" He whispers.
*A Large Yao Goui raise it's head over the brush and starts to sniff the air*
*Mike grabs Saint and dives behind a fallen tree*
Mike- "Shhhhh"
*Mike peaks over the log to his surprise to Yao Goui is gone, Frightened he leans back down*
Mike- "Uh oh...."
*Saint begins viciously barking*
Mike- "Shhhhh! Stop boy!"
*He looks up to see the monster charging them, he raises his rifle just as he is tackled to the ground*
*The beast roars in his face, but then saint pounces on it's neck*
*It tumbles over giving Mike enough time to grab his rifle, he readies it and aims it at the Yao Goui*
*A shot rings out and Saint crawls out from beneath the corpse*
Mike- "Oh thank god you're okay boy!" *Mike hugs Saint*
Mike- "Guess we've got dinner.... Let's rest for tonight."
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
*Mike smiles*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point):
Mike and his family were of Russian descent, because of this his family received a lot of heat due to the war, even though his ancestors came through Ellis Island long before it. Since Michael and his family were discriminated by others they were never able to stay in one place, usually being segregated or kicked out of settlements... So him and his family became nomadic, and prospectors, scavenging just enough to get by.
Michael and his family spent many nights on the road and looking for a safe place to stay, most of the time they'd end up walking straight through the night until they came upon a settlement or motel. Mike and his family were extremely close, they were all each other had, along with their loving German Shepard Saint. Mike grew up with this dog, it was his best friend, and the loyal defender of the family, taking down and warning them of any threats while on the road.
But one day, around when Mike was 15 he was traveling with his family and Saint ran off, Barking wildly at something ahead in a pile-up and traffic jam of cars. The family ran after, Mike's father with his gun at the ready, once they reached the cars they heard a whimper, and feared the worst. Then out of no where to armed men ambushed the family, the third held Saint. The three feared for their lives, but then Saint lashed out at the man holding him, tearing him to shreds while the other two fired at Mike's parents. Mike's dad got one shot off killing the one man and Saint quickly pounced on the other. Mike dropped to his knees, he broke down, his parents and the three lay dead around him. Saint, being the faithful protector came up to Mike sat next to him and licked his face, they sat there for a whole night and one day.
Three years later Mike picked up the trade of being a merchant, Him and his faithful best friend, Saint. Mike and his dog roamed the Northern roads selling all kinds of odds and ends to get by. Occasionally hunting, for Mike was a good shot and Saint a good watch dog. The two made by with each other, Mike still discriminated for his Russian descent and accent, so the two were all they had.
Six Years later Michael, 24 now, found interest in a place called Denver, he heard tales of action, war, and heroism from it, and since Saint, being 15 was growing old he thought he should head there. So Mike set off along with his faithful old companion, It would be a long journey as they were coming from the frigid and desolate north. Mike by this time was a hardened survivor of the wastes, and even though he was barely shown compassion by most, he was one of the nicest travelers you'd ever meet. His father taught him well, and reminded him to always be good to people cause you might not know when someone will do the same for you. So him and Saint were off, to the city of Denver to join the action and adventure that awaited them.
As the two neared the city, Mike could see his best friend, and only friend was on his last legs. Saint was near death but he promised him they'd see the city. Saint could barely walk now, so Mike carried him, 20 miles to Denver, about 5 miles out they could see the towering skyline of the city, Mike was so happy. But when he looked at Saint, he was barely moving, he gave him one final lick on the cheek and dozed off, forever.... Mike was so upset, but happy they came within reach of their dream, he buried his best friend that night, and began his journey, into the "Mile High Wasteland"....
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All, excluding the tactics.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because, well. I need a new server... AND I MISS YOU TMAHNAMEIST
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes. Basically, a bunch of brotherhood soldiers go out to go find a senator's bunker, find it, and rename it Roger Maxon, after the Brotherhood's leader's ancestor's name.
IC
Name: Jenson Black
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Fast runner. Beginnings of a beard growing. Shaggy brown hair, with his father's courier outfit. Scar on eye due to feral dog encounter.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 5
Spawn Location: Number One, if you will please.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Jenson was running as fast as his long legs would take him to escape the raider bullets that seemed to be homing in on him. A bullet grazed his leg, but despite the pain, he kept running. This was life for poor Jenson Black. A life of running from his battles. He was trying to run back to his home in the sky scrapers of Dog City, but it seemed the outstanding number of raiders following him wouldn't let him do so. He had to take drastic matters. Nearing Dog City, he figured he could rile up some of the feral dogs to attack the raiders. Running into Dog City, he noticed a pack of starving feral dogs. He took a piece of irradiated brahmin meat and chucked it to them, all the while running nearer and nearer to the dogs. The dogs ran towards Jenson, thinking they could get more of the delicious brahmin meat. Jenson looked back at the raiders, who were staring at Jenson like he was insane. They didn't want to get anywhere near the dogs. Jenson smiled, tossing a few more bits of meat towards the dogs to distract them, and ran as fast as he could into a skyscraper to get to the safety of the heights. Reaching the heights, he met up with an old friend at the bar, a man who went by the name of "Skippy" "Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy "Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Jenson Black was born a runner. His family naturally had longer legs and more endurance than your average wastelander. Jenson was born outside of Dog City. His father was a well known courier in Colorado, and his mother was your average wasteland prostitute. Jenson never knew his mother, and his father was regularly out on Courier trips, able to get good pay thanks to his running speed. Jenson had to farm his father's farm while he was away, and had to fend for himself, regularly shooting stray molerats and the occasional raider. He got his looks from his mother, a high class good looking prostitute. He wore his father's old Courier outfit that fit perfectly.
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
Jenson arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Jenson was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Jenson fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do. Because war? War never changes. Not even in the Mile-High Wasteland.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All, excluding the tactics.
Why do you want to play on this server?:
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes. Basically, a bunch of brotherhood soldiers go out to go find a senator's bunker, find it, and rename it Roger Maxon, after the Brotherhood's leader's ancestor's name.
IC
Name: Jenson Black
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Fast runner. Beginnings of a beard growing. Shaggy brown hair, with his father's courier outfit. Scar on eye due to feral dog encounter.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 5
Spawn Location: Number One, if you will please.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Jenson was running as fast as his long legs would take him to escape the raider bullets that seemed to be homing in on him. A bullet grazed his leg, but despite the pain, he kept running. This was life for poor Jenson Black. A life of running from his battles. He was trying to run back to his home in the sky scrapers of Dog City, but it seemed the outstanding number of raiders following him wouldn't let him do so. He had to take drastic matters. Nearing Dog City, he figured he could rile up some of the feral dogs to attack the raiders. Running into Dog City, he noticed a pack of starving feral dogs. He took a piece of irradiated brahmin meat and chucked it to them, all the while running nearer and nearer to the dogs. The dogs ran towards Jenson, thinking they could get more of the delicious brahmin meat. Jenson looked back at the raiders, who were staring at Jenson like he was insane. They didn't want to get anywhere near the dogs. Jenson smiled, tossing a few more bits of meat towards the dogs to distract them, and ran as fast as he could into a skyscraper to get to the safety of the heights.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Jenson Black was born a runner. His family naturally had longer legs and more endurance than your average wastelander. Jenson was born outside of Dog City. His father was a well known courier in Colorado, and his mother was your average wasteland prostitute. Jenson never knew his mother, and his father was regularly out on Courier trips, able to get good pay thanks to his running speed. Jenson had to farm his father's farm while he was away, and had to fend for himself, regularly shooting stray molerats and the occasional raider. He got his looks from his mother, a high class good looking prostitute. He wore his father's old Courier outfit that fit perfectly.
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
Jenson arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Jenson was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Jenson fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do. Because war? War never changes. Not even in the Mile-High Wasteland.
My first whitelist on an old friend.
1. I like the bio.
2. Not really sure about the Rp example because when I think of RP, I think conversations with actions, not entirely action.
3. You didn't say why you want to join, bro.
So if you could fix those two things, I'll call you accepted. But fix them first.Denied for now.
My first whitelist on an old friend.
1. I like the bio.
2. Not really sure about the Rp example because when I think of RP, I think conversations with actions, not entirely action.
3. You didn't say why you want to join, bro.
So if you could fix those two things, I'll call you accepted. But fix them first.Denied for now.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All, excluding the tactics.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because, well. I need a new server... AND I MISS YOU TMAHNAMEIST
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes. Basically, a bunch of brotherhood soldiers go out to go find a senator's bunker, find it, and rename it Roger Maxon, after the Brotherhood's leader's ancestor's name.
IC
Name: Jenson Black
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Fast runner. Beginnings of a beard growing. Shaggy brown hair, with his father's courier outfit. Scar on eye due to feral dog encounter.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 5
Spawn Location: Number One, if you will please.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Jenson was running as fast as his long legs would take him to escape the raider bullets that seemed to be homing in on him. A bullet grazed his leg, but despite the pain, he kept running. This was life for poor Jenson Black. A life of running from his battles. He was trying to run back to his home in the sky scrapers of Dog City, but it seemed the outstanding number of raiders following him wouldn't let him do so. He had to take drastic matters. Nearing Dog City, he figured he could rile up some of the feral dogs to attack the raiders. Running into Dog City, he noticed a pack of starving feral dogs. He took a piece of irradiated brahmin meat and chucked it to them, all the while running nearer and nearer to the dogs. The dogs ran towards Jenson, thinking they could get more of the delicious brahmin meat. Jenson looked back at the raiders, who were staring at Jenson like he was insane. They didn't want to get anywhere near the dogs. Jenson smiled, tossing a few more bits of meat towards the dogs to distract them, and ran as fast as he could into a skyscraper to get to the safety of the heights. Reaching the heights, he met up with an old friend at the bar, a man who went by the name of "Skippy" "Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy "Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Jenson Black was born a runner. His family naturally had longer legs and more endurance than your average wastelander. Jenson was born outside of Dog City. His father was a well known courier in Colorado, and his mother was your average wasteland prostitute. Jenson never knew his mother, and his father was regularly out on Courier trips, able to get good pay thanks to his running speed. Jenson had to farm his father's farm while he was away, and had to fend for himself, regularly shooting stray molerats and the occasional raider. He got his looks from his mother, a high class good looking prostitute. He wore his father's old Courier outfit that fit perfectly.
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
Jenson arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Jenson was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Jenson fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do. Because war? War never changes. Not even in the Mile-High Wasteland.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New vegas and Fallout 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Fallout's a cool game, and it'd be fun to see it mixed with minecraft.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes with all the new plague fallout New Vegas references and things.
IC
Name: Alexander Uranez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Survivalist beard, with auburn hair covering the top of his head. He is very in tune with his senses and can sense a person's presences using his senses at almost all times. He stands at 6'2" with a more athletic build then a body builder. He isn't the best around people, but it's a wasteland who can blame him. He is Caucasian but with a very light skin tone. Long range engagements are his specialty.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 9
Endureance- 7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-3
Agility-8
Luck-5
[spoiler]
Spawn Location:5. A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Alex slowly lays his hunting rifle on the grass in front of him. He had no spotter yet this shot should be easy enough. One man leaving a cornucopia grocery was his target. Alex's stomach rumbled for the food he so long had been waiting for. Alex gets down to the same level with his rifle and looks down his modified scope. His 3.5 zoom gave him enough distance where he could feel safe enough to take the kill. He relaxed his shoulders and took a breath as he aimed at the man's head. This would be a much easier kill since the man was facing away from the scope, he could almost never stomach having to see the faces of the men he killed. Alex takes one last long breath and aims right in the middle of the mans blonde mess on his head. The bullet is propelled from the hunting rifle as Alex pulls the trigger. Milliseconds later the man drops his body tensing up, just as long as one blink and then the body entered a relaxed state as he fell into the isle.
Alex puts the rifle back in his holster as he climbs down the hill he was using to get a good vantage point over the store. When he enters the store he pulls out his 9mm pistol and does a fast perimeter check of the store. When he sees it as all clear he grabs the mans grocery cart and grabs the rest of the food in the store. He then proceeds to pat down the man's dead corpse but finds nothing of interest. He leaves the grocery store with the cart when he hears something moving in the back and immediately turns around with his pistol in front of him before his body. He finds a small boy who takes one look at Alex and then the dead man on the floor and begins to weep. Alex finds this as a bad sign and decides to leave the store immediately but before he reaches the door someone slams his head into the ground passing him out completely.
Alex first's notices when he wakes up that his head hurt's like a (Insert curses here). He then notices that he is hanging upside down. When he realizes this a voice booms through the room. "You have killed my husband you sick (Insert curse here)," the person screamed. The voice sounded female to Alex but he couldn't be sure. "My son had to see his dead body... these two things... you'll pay, slowly to make it more agonizing," the woman said. Alex attempted to look around the room but as soon as he did a searing pain went up his neck and into his head. "Keep moving like that and you won't see what I have stored for you," the woman said leaving the room leaving Alex to his thoughts and his pain. He moved his head one more time and fell back into unconsciousness. The next days were only a bad dream in a never ending nightmare.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Alex was born into the wastelands of Nevada. His mom gave birth to him while in silver lake, some small town. He was raised in this town while he matured his dad was never around, some said dead while others said in California said to be doing something with the NCR. Alex had no siblings that his mother told him of. He was fine of these facts though since Alex liked to keep to himself most of the time anyway. He found most people didn't understand him or if they did they hated him. Alex spent most of his childhood helping the part time militia of the town with the occasional irradiated monster.
On Alex's 11th birthday he was given his first real gun. His 9mm pistol he still carries with him on his travels today. He was taught that same day how to clean it and all the necessary's to keep the gun in working condition. Seven years later we find him in the same town, but now being given his hunting rifle with modded scope. This same year the town was attacked by Ceaser's legion and Alex decided to run instead of protecting the town. He took as much as his back would carry including his weapons. His journey and the man he was destined to become began that day. A couple of years after the attack he found himself on the Utah-Nevadian border. He was captured here after killing a man. He was captured by a mad woman and her child. The woman tortured him for weeks while he just took it. One day the woman was mad enough to let him walk around. With his remaining strength he strangled the woman with the kid watching.
Alex continued to walk across Utah for the next 6 years until he turned 27 finding himself on the Colorado border. He went inside feeling as if something was meant for him here. He eventually found himself just outside Boulder at a refuge camp. Boulder is just the beginning of the event's that'll change Alex and the people around him.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New vegas and Fallout 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Fallout's a cool game, and it'd be fun to see it mixed with minecraft.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes with all the new plague fallout New Vegas references and things.
IC
Name: Alexander Uranez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Survivalist beard, with auburn hair covering the top of his head. He is very in tune with his senses and can sense a person's presences using his senses at almost all times. He stands at 6'2" with a more athletic build then a body builder. He isn't the best around people, but it's a wasteland who can blame him. He is Caucasian but with a very light skin tone. Long range engagements are his specialty.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 9
Endureance- 7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-3
Agility-8
Luck-5
[spoiler]
Spawn Location:5. A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Alex slowly lays his hunting rifle on the grass in front of him. He had no spotter yet this shot should be easy enough. One man leaving a cornucopia grocery was his target. Alex's stomach rumbled for the food he so long had been waiting for. Alex gets down to the same level with his rifle and looks down his modified scope. His 3.5 zoom gave him enough distance where he could feel safe enough to take the kill. He relaxed his shoulders and took a breath as he aimed at the man's head. This would be a much easier kill since the man was facing away from the scope, he could almost never stomach having to see the faces of the men he killed. Alex takes one last long breath and aims right in the middle of the mans blonde mess on his head. The bullet is propelled from the hunting rifle as Alex pulls the trigger. Milliseconds later the man drops his body tensing up, just as long as one blink and then the body entered a relaxed state as he fell into the isle.
Alex puts the rifle back in his holster as he climbs down the hill he was using to get a good vantage point over the store. When he enters the store he pulls out his 9mm pistol and does a fast perimeter check of the store. When he sees it as all clear he grabs the mans grocery cart and grabs the rest of the food in the store. He then proceeds to pat down the man's dead corpse but finds nothing of interest. He leaves the grocery store with the cart when he hears something moving in the back and immediately turns around with his pistol in front of him before his body. He finds a small boy who takes one look at Alex and then the dead man on the floor and begins to weep. Alex finds this as a bad sign and decides to leave the store immediately but before he reaches the door someone slams his head into the ground passing him out completely.
Alex first's notices when he wakes up that his head hurt's like a (Insert curses here). He then notices that he is hanging upside down. When he realizes this a voice booms through the room. "You have killed my husband you sick (Insert curse here)," the person screamed. The voice sounded female to Alex but he couldn't be sure. "My son had to see his dead body... these two things... you'll pay, slowly to make it more agonizing," the woman said. Alex attempted to look around the room but as soon as he did a searing pain went up his neck and into his head. "Keep moving like that and you won't see what I have stored for you," the woman said leaving the room leaving Alex to his thoughts and his pain. He moved his head one more time and fell back into unconsciousness. The next days were only a bad dream in a never ending nightmare.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Alex was born into the wastelands of Nevada. His mom gave birth to him while in silver lake, some small town. He was raised in this town while he matured his dad was never around, some said dead while others said in California said to be doing something with the NCR. Alex had no siblings that his mother told him of. He was fine of these facts though since Alex liked to keep to himself most of the time anyway. He found most people didn't understand him or if they did they hated him. Alex spent most of his childhood helping the part time militia of the town with the occasional irradiated monster.
On Alex's 11th birthday he was given his first real gun. His 9mm pistol he still carries with him on his travels today. He was taught that same day how to clean it and all the necessary's to keep the gun in working condition. Seven years later we find him in the same town, but now being given his hunting rifle with modded scope. This same year the town was attacked by Ceaser's legion and Alex decided to run instead of protecting the town. He took as much as his back would carry including his weapons. His journey and the man he was destined to become began that day. A couple of years after the attack he found himself on the Utah-Nevadian border. He was captured here after killing a man. He was captured by a mad woman and her child. The woman tortured him for weeks while he just took it. One day the woman was mad enough to let him walk around. With his remaining strength he strangled the woman with the kid watching.
Alex continued to walk across Utah for the next 6 years until he turned 27 finding himself on the Colorado border. He went inside feeling as if something was meant for him here. He eventually found himself just outside Boulder at a refuge camp. Boulder is just the beginning of the event's that'll change Alex and the people around him.
Heyhey! Could you make the RP example have more dialogue? Like the Mr.Killer guy's. Other than that you're good. Fix this, til then....Denied.
Posted Today, 12:19 AM
OOC
In game name: MrKiller14
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Standard Time, U.S.A.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, and New Vegas, I'm trying to get
copies of some of the older ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks great! It has a fresh new feel and idea and I
love anything post apocalyptic or fallout. Plus I was on the old server and had tons of fun.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I really like the Idea of the New Plague in Boulder and the NCR death squads dealing with infected.
IC
Name: Michael Aleksandrov
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Around 6'2 weighing around 190 pounds, Dirty Blonde hair, Greenish Blue eyes, Caucasian, athletic build, and covered in scars.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 7
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather (That's up North Right?)
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
*Mike and his German Shepard wander through the snowy forest heading south towards "The Dog City"*
Mike- "God How much further? I'm freezing... How about you Saint?"
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
Mike- "Yeah me too... Hopefully not to mu-"
*Saint freezes and begins to growl viciously at something ahead of them*
*Mike Grabs his rifle off his back*
Mike- "What is it boy?" He whispers.
*A Large Yao Goui raise it's head over the brush and starts to sniff the air*
*Mike grabs Saint and dives behind a fallen tree*
Mike- "Shhhhh"
*Mike peaks over the log to his surprise to Yao Goui is gone, Frightened he leans back down*
Mike- "Uh oh...."
*Saint begins viciously barking*
Mike- "Shhhhh! Stop boy!"
*He looks up to see the monster charging them, he raises his rifle just as he is tackled to the ground*
*The beast roars in his face, but then saint pounces on it's neck*
*It tumbles over giving Mike enough time to grab his rifle, he readies it and aims it at the Yao Goui*
*A shot rings out and Saint crawls out from beneath the corpse*
Mike- "Oh thank god you're okay boy!" *Mike hugs Saint*
Mike- "Guess we've got dinner.... Let's rest for tonight."
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
*Mike smiles*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point):
Mike and his family were of Russian descent, because of this his family received a lot of heat due to the war, even though his ancestors came through Ellis Island long before it. Since Michael and his family were discriminated by others they were never able to stay in one place, usually being segregated or kicked out of settlements... So him and his family became nomadic, and prospectors, scavenging just enough to get by.
Michael and his family spent many nights on the road and looking for a safe place to stay, most of the time they'd end up walking straight through the night until they came upon a settlement or motel. Mike and his family were extremely close, they were all each other had, along with their loving German Shepard Saint. Mike grew up with this dog, it was his best friend, and the loyal defender of the family, taking down and warning them of any threats while on the road.
But one day, around when Mike was 15 he was traveling with his family and Saint ran off, Barking wildly at something ahead in a pile-up and traffic jam of cars. The family ran after, Mike's father with his gun at the ready, once they reached the cars they heard a whimper, and feared the worst. Then out of no where to armed men ambushed the family, the third held Saint. The three feared for their lives, but then Saint lashed out at the man holding him, tearing him to shreds while the other two fired at Mike's parents. Mike's dad got one shot off killing the one man and Saint quickly pounced on the other. Mike dropped to his knees, he broke down, his parents and the three lay dead around him. Saint, being the faithful protector came up to Mike sat next to him and licked his face, they sat there for a whole night and one day.
Three years later Mike picked up the trade of being a merchant, Him and his faithful best friend, Saint. Mike and his dog roamed the Northern roads selling all kinds of odds and ends to get by. Occasionally hunting, for Mike was a good shot and Saint a good watch dog. The two made by with each other, Mike still discriminated for his Russian descent and accent, so the two were all they had.
Six Years later Michael, 24 now, found interest in a place called Denver, he heard tales of action, war, and heroism from it, and since Saint, being 15 was growing old he thought he should head there. So Mike set off along with his faithful old companion, It would be a long journey as they were coming from the frigid and desolate north. Mike by this time was a hardened survivor of the wastes, and even though he was barely shown compassion by most, he was one of the nicest travelers you'd ever meet. His father taught him well, and reminded him to always be good to people cause you might not know when someone will do the same for you. So him and Saint were off, to the city of Denver to join the action and adventure that awaited them.
As the two neared the city, Mike could see his best friend, and only friend was on his last legs. Saint was near death but he promised him they'd see the city. Saint could barely walk now, so Mike carried him, 20 miles to Denver, about 5 miles out they could see the towering skyline of the city, Mike was so happy. But when he looked at Saint, he was barely moving, he gave him one final lick on the cheek and dozed off, forever.... Mike was so upset, but happy they came within reach of their dream, he buried his best friend that night, and began his journey, into the "Mile High Wasteland"....
Why do the good die young? I like how you did the RP example, thats what I look for. I hope not too many people's parents get killed in the bio but you being the first I see, its fine. Since I don't see anything wrong here, Accepted.
OOC
In game name: TheDevilsPoet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: USA, EST.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All, excluding the tactics.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because, well. I need a new server... AND I MISS YOU TMAHNAMEIST
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes. Basically, a bunch of brotherhood soldiers go out to go find a senator's bunker, find it, and rename it Roger Maxon, after the Brotherhood's leader's ancestor's name.
IC
Name: Jenson Black
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Fast runner. Beginnings of a beard growing. Shaggy brown hair, with his father's courier outfit. Scar on eye due to feral dog encounter.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7 Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 5
Spawn Location: Number One, if you will please.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Jenson was running as fast as his long legs would take him to escape the raider bullets that seemed to be homing in on him. A bullet grazed his leg, but despite the pain, he kept running. This was life for poor Jenson Black. A life of running from his battles. He was trying to run back to his home in the sky scrapers of Dog City, but it seemed the outstanding number of raiders following him wouldn't let him do so. He had to take drastic matters. Nearing Dog City, he figured he could rile up some of the feral dogs to attack the raiders. Running into Dog City, he noticed a pack of starving feral dogs. He took a piece of irradiated brahmin meat and chucked it to them, all the while running nearer and nearer to the dogs. The dogs ran towards Jenson, thinking they could get more of the delicious brahmin meat. Jenson looked back at the raiders, who were staring at Jenson like he was insane. They didn't want to get anywhere near the dogs. Jenson smiled, tossing a few more bits of meat towards the dogs to distract them, and ran as fast as he could into a skyscraper to get to the safety of the heights. Reaching the heights, he met up with an old friend at the bar, a man who went by the name of "Skippy" "Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy "Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Jenson Black was born a runner. His family naturally had longer legs and more endurance than your average wastelander. Jenson was born outside of Dog City. His father was a well known courier in Colorado, and his mother was your average wasteland prostitute. Jenson never knew his mother, and his father was regularly out on Courier trips, able to get good pay thanks to his running speed. Jenson had to farm his father's farm while he was away, and had to fend for himself, regularly shooting stray molerats and the occasional raider. He got his looks from his mother, a high class good looking prostitute. He wore his father's old Courier outfit that fit perfectly.
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
Jenson arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Jenson was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Jenson fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do. Because war? War never changes. Not even in the Mile-High Wasteland.
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Psst, Brick. Remember to use quotes, and -snip- all that long stuff please
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New vegas and Fallout 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Fallout's a cool game, and it'd be fun to see it mixed with minecraft.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes with all the new plague fallout New Vegas references and things.
IC
Name: Alexander Uranez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Survivalist beard, with auburn hair covering the top of his head. He is very in tune with his senses and can sense a person's presences using his senses at almost all times. He stands at 6'2" with a more athletic build then a body builder. He isn't the best around people, but it's a wasteland who can blame him. He is Caucasian but with a very light skin tone. Long range engagements are his specialty.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 9
Endureance- 7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-3
Agility-8
Luck-5
[spoiler]
Spawn Location:5. A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Alex slowly lays his hunting rifle on the grass in front of him. He had no spotter yet this shot should be easy enough. One man leaving a cornucopia grocery was his target. Alex's stomach rumbled for the food he so long had been waiting for. Alex gets down to the same level with his rifle and looks down his modified scope. His 3.5 zoom gave him enough distance where he could feel safe enough to take the kill. He relaxed his shoulders and took a breath as he aimed at the man's head. This would be a much easier kill since the man was facing away from the scope, he could almost never stomach having to see the faces of the men he killed. Alex takes one last long breath and aims right in the middle of the mans blonde mess on his head. The bullet is propelled from the hunting rifle as Alex pulls the trigger. Milliseconds later the man drops his body tensing up, just as long as one blink and then the body entered a relaxed state as he fell into the isle.
Alex puts the rifle back in his holster as he climbs down the hill he was using to get a good vantage point over the store. When he enters the store he pulls out his 9mm pistol and does a fast perimeter check of the store. When he sees it as all clear he grabs the mans grocery cart and grabs the rest of the food in the store. He then proceeds to pat down the man's dead corpse but finds nothing of interest. He leaves the grocery store with the cart when he hears something moving in the back and immediately turns around with his pistol in front of him before his body. He finds a small boy who takes one look at Alex and then the dead man on the floor and begins to weep. Alex finds this as a bad sign and decides to leave the store immediately but before he reaches the door someone slams his head into the ground passing him out completely.
Alex first's notices when he wakes up that his head hurt's like a (Insert curses here). He then notices that he is hanging upside down. When he realizes this a voice booms through the room. "You have killed my husband you sick (Insert curse here)," the person screamed. The voice sounded female to Alex but he couldn't be sure. "My son had to see his dead body... these two things... you'll pay, slowly to make it more agonizing," the woman said. Alex attempted to look around the room but as soon as he did a searing pain went up his neck and into his head. "Keep moving like that and you won't see what I have stored for you," the woman said leaving the room leaving Alex to his thoughts and his pain. He moved his head one more time and fell back into unconsciousness. The next days were only a bad dream in a never ending nightmare.
He seemed to regain consciousness after a few days. The woman had tortured him throughout those days. He decides to look around the room, but this time it doesn't nearly bring as much pain as before. He see's the kid from Cornucopia standing in a corner. "Water... I need some water," Alex manages to croak. The boy takes one look at him and runs out of the room. The door opens a little while later, but it is the mother that enters.
"You will not talk to my kid. For doing that I'll torture you some more," the woman says reaching into a trunk built into the floor.
"Why must you continue this, your husband was just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Alex says trying to see what the woman is trying to find.
She turns around with his 9mm "You had no right in killing my husband. Is this all a sick (Insert curse here) game to you," the woman says looking as if she intends to shoot him.
"What do you want me to say lady? I killed your husband and he's not coming back, how will you torturing me honor his memory," Alex said.
"You're right I should do this quick," the woman says pulling a lever on the wall.
Alex falls to the ground and this is when he notices his wounds. His left thigh has been cut open along with his right. Many slash marks cover his chest and part of his right ear is missing. Alex leaps onto the woman grabbing her head and slamming it against the ground over and over and over. Blood splatters the whole room with each smash. Alex then takes the 9mm from her cold dead hands and puts it against her temple and pulls the trigger. Blood splatters on the boy who just entered the room. In his hands was a glass of water no rad water. Alex looked at the kid then the water. Alex at that moment decided to screw the water and just get his things. He found his backpack and hunting rifle in the trunk. Strapping both to his back he exited the room to be joined by sunlight and a whole tribe. "Right when I thought things were getting boring," Alex said with a smirk.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Alex was born into the wastelands of Nevada. His mom gave birth to him while in silver lake, some small town. He was raised in this town while he matured his dad was never around, some said dead while others said in California said to be doing something with the NCR. Alex had no siblings that his mother told him of. He was fine of these facts though since Alex liked to keep to himself most of the time anyway. He found most people didn't understand him or if they did they hated him. Alex spent most of his childhood helping the part time militia of the town with the occasional irradiated monster.
On Alex's 11th birthday he was given his first real gun. His 9mm pistol he still carries with him on his travels today. He was taught that same day how to clean it and all the necessary's to keep the gun in working condition. Seven years later we find him in the same town, but now being given his hunting rifle with modded scope. This same year the town was attacked by Ceaser's legion and Alex decided to run instead of protecting the town. He took as much as his back would carry including his weapons. His journey and the man he was destined to become began that day. A couple of years after the attack he found himself on the Utah-Nevadian border. He was captured here after killing a man. He was captured by a mad woman and her child. The woman tortured him for weeks while he just took it. One day the woman was mad enough to let him walk around. With his remaining strength he strangled the woman with the kid watching.
Alex continued to walk across Utah for the next 6 years until he turned 27 finding himself on the Colorado border. He went inside feeling as if something was meant for him here. He eventually found himself just outside Boulder at a refuge camp. Boulder is just the beginning of the event's that'll change Alex and the people around him.
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“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
Thank you brickbreakerz for taking the time to review these apps. However, after an overview of some of the following apps, I will be rereviewing the recent apps. So, if you were accepted, you have a good chance. If you were denied, you might have another chance. So any apps since my last response WILL be rereviewed. To avoid any confusion, any apps after my last response will be rereviewed. Thank you to those who have taken the time to write these apps! Also, again, if you wish to apply as a builder, apply on this forum NOT the old one until said otherwise. Keep sending in the apps! We are progressing everyday!
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OOC
In game name: TheDevilsPoet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: USA, EST.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All, excluding the tactics.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because, well. I need a new server... AND I MISS YOU TMAHNAMEIST
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes. Basically, a bunch of brotherhood soldiers go out to go find a senator's bunker, find it, and rename it Roger Maxon, after the Brotherhood's leader's ancestor's name.
IC
Name: Jenson Black
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Fast runner. Beginnings of a beard growing. Shaggy brown hair, with his father's courier outfit. Scar on eye due to feral dog encounter.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 5
Spawn Location: Number One, if you will please.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Jenson was running as fast as his long legs would take him to escape the raider bullets that seemed to be homing in on him. A bullet grazed his leg, but despite the pain, he kept running. This was life for poor Jenson Black. A life of running from his battles. He was trying to run back to his home in the sky scrapers of Dog City, but it seemed the outstanding number of raiders following him wouldn't let him do so. He had to take drastic matters. Nearing Dog City, he figured he could rile up some of the feral dogs to attack the raiders. Running into Dog City, he noticed a pack of starving feral dogs. He took a piece of irradiated brahmin meat and chucked it to them, all the while running nearer and nearer to the dogs. The dogs ran towards Jenson, thinking they could get more of the delicious brahmin meat. Jenson looked back at the raiders, who were staring at Jenson like he was insane. They didn't want to get anywhere near the dogs. Jenson smiled, tossing a few more bits of meat towards the dogs to distract them, and ran as fast as he could into a skyscraper to get to the safety of the heights. Reaching the heights, he met up with an old friend at the bar, a man who went by the name of "Skippy"
"Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy
"Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Jenson Black was born a runner. His family naturally had longer legs and more endurance than your average wastelander. Jenson was born outside of Dog City. His father was a well known courier in Colorado, and his mother was your average wasteland prostitute. Jenson never knew his mother, and his father was regularly out on Courier trips, able to get good pay thanks to his running speed. Jenson had to farm his father's farm while he was away, and had to fend for himself, regularly shooting stray molerats and the occasional raider. He got his looks from his mother, a high class good looking prostitute. He wore his father's old Courier outfit that fit perfectly.
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
Jenson arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Jenson was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Jenson fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do. Because war? War never changes. Not even in the Mile-High Wasteland.
Thank you brickbreakerz for taking the time to review these apps. However, after an overview of some of the following apps, I will be rereviewing the recent apps. So, if you were accepted, you have a good chance. If you were denied, you might have another chance. So any apps since my last response WILL be rereviewed. To avoid any confusion, any apps after my last response will be rereviewed. Thank you to those who have taken the time to write these apps! Also, again, if you wish to apply as a builder, apply on this forum NOT the old one until said otherwise. Keep sending in the apps! We are progressing everyday!
OOC
In game name: MrKiller14
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Standard Time, U.S.A.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, and New Vegas, I'm trying to get
copies of some of the older ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks great! It has a fresh new feel and idea and I
love anything post apocalyptic or fallout. Plus I was on the old server and had tons of fun.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I really like the Idea of the New Plague in Boulder and the NCR death squads dealing with infected.
IC
Name: Michael Aleksandrov
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Around 6'2 weighing around 190 pounds, Dirty Blonde hair, Greenish Blue eyes, Caucasian, athletic build, and covered in scars.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 7
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather (That's up North Right?)
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
*Mike and his German Shepard wander through the snowy forest heading south towards "The Dog City"*
Mike- "God How much further? I'm freezing... How about you Saint?"
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
Mike- "Yeah me too... Hopefully not to mu-"
*Saint freezes and begins to growl viciously at something ahead of them*
*Mike Grabs his rifle off his back*
Mike- "What is it boy?" He whispers.
*A Large Yao Goui raise it's head over the brush and starts to sniff the air*
*Mike grabs Saint and dives behind a fallen tree*
Mike- "Shhhhh"
*Mike peaks over the log to his surprise to Yao Goui is gone, Frightened he leans back down*
Mike- "Uh oh...."
*Saint begins viciously barking*
Mike- "Shhhhh! Stop boy!"
*He looks up to see the monster charging them, he raises his rifle just as he is tackled to the ground*
*The beast roars in his face, but then saint pounces on it's neck*
*It tumbles over giving Mike enough time to grab his rifle, he readies it and aims it at the Yao Goui*
*A shot rings out and Saint crawls out from beneath the corpse*
Mike- "Oh thank god you're okay boy!" *Mike hugs Saint*
Mike- "Guess we've got dinner.... Let's rest for tonight."
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
*Mike smiles*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point):
Mike and his family were of Russian descent, because of this his family received a lot of heat due to the war, even though his ancestors came through Ellis Island long before it. Since Michael and his family were discriminated by others they were never able to stay in one place, usually being segregated or kicked out of settlements... So him and his family became nomadic, and prospectors, scavenging just enough to get by.
Michael and his family spent many nights on the road and looking for a safe place to stay, most of the time they'd end up walking straight through the night until they came upon a settlement or motel. Mike and his family were extremely close, they were all each other had, along with their loving German Shepard Saint. Mike grew up with this dog, it was his best friend, and the loyal defender of the family, taking down and warning them of any threats while on the road.
But one day, around when Mike was 15 he was traveling with his family and Saint ran off, Barking wildly at something ahead in a pile-up and traffic jam of cars. The family ran after, Mike's father with his gun at the ready, once they reached the cars they heard a whimper, and feared the worst. Then out of no where to armed men ambushed the family, the third held Saint. The three feared for their lives, but then Saint lashed out at the man holding him, tearing him to shreds while the other two fired at Mike's parents. Mike's dad got one shot off killing the one man and Saint quickly pounced on the other. Mike dropped to his knees, he broke down, his parents and the three lay dead around him. Saint, being the faithful protector came up to Mike sat next to him and licked his face, they sat there for a whole night and one day.
Three years later Mike picked up the trade of being a merchant, Him and his faithful best friend, Saint. Mike and his dog roamed the Northern roads selling all kinds of odds and ends to get by. Occasionally hunting, for Mike was a good shot and Saint a good watch dog. The two made by with each other, Mike still discriminated for his Russian descent and accent, so the two were all they had.
Six Years later Michael, 24 now, found interest in a place called Denver, he heard tales of action, war, and heroism from it, and since Saint, being 15 was growing old he thought he should head there. So Mike set off along with his faithful old companion, It would be a long journey as they were coming from the frigid and desolate north. Mike by this time was a hardened survivor of the wastes, and even though he was barely shown compassion by most, he was one of the nicest travelers you'd ever meet. His father taught him well, and reminded him to always be good to people cause you might not know when someone will do the same for you. So him and Saint were off, to the city of Denver to join the action and adventure that awaited them.
As the two neared the city, Mike could see his best friend, and only friend was on his last legs. Saint was near death but he promised him they'd see the city. Saint could barely walk now, so Mike carried him, 20 miles to Denver, about 5 miles out they could see the towering skyline of the city, Mike was so happy. But when he looked at Saint, he was barely moving, he gave him one final lick on the cheek and dozed off, forever.... Mike was so upset, but happy they came within reach of their dream, he buried his best friend that night, and began his journey, into the "Mile High Wasteland"....
OOC
In game name: Samdo123_
Age: 20
Gender: M
Country or timezone: Australia/Washington state
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All fallout games and DLC's
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because I enjoyed the previous server and can't wait to see what you do with it this time
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes sir
IC
Name: Sam Shipman
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: 6' feet tall, dirty blond hair, average weight, very pale, and often has tremors, suffers from depression
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception-5
Endureance-5
Charisma-10
Intelligence-10
Agility-2
Luck-2
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: #4
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): As Riley went into the building she knew that something was wrong. She had heard the screams last night but she has suspected that it was just the people that had lost all sanity. She felt like someone had been watching her all night "Hello..." she said with fear in her voice. There was no response. She knew she should scavenge but she just wanted to leave this city as soon as she could. She head the sound of glass breaking about 20 feet away. She turned quickly and noticed a broken plate on the ground. She quickly unholstered her pistol and aimed it in the direction of the broken plate. "Who's there?" Riley asked still uncertainty and fear in her voice. Then 3 small children walked out. All there were on all sides of them. There was one female and two males. The female and one of the males looked about 15 but the other male looked barely eight. The young boy and the girl both held huge blunt weapons. And the other male held a revolver. Riley tried as hard as she could to not be intimidated by the children. "Who are you?" the older boy asked. Riley replied with a shaky voice "My name's Riley I was just passing". The girl laughed "Just passing? Just passing she says". Riley knew that this girl was not going to let her pass. She did not want to kill these kids and she was a good shot. She had to come up with something fast. She could shoot the man with the guns hand and run away. But first she wanted to try a non-violent way. "Just let me leave. I have not taken anything". The other girl just chuckled at that like she knew something Riley did not. Riley knew how this was going to turn out. "Put down you're gun!" the other boy said anger in his voice. Then Riley shot her gun. The bullet had connected to the older boys hand and he had dropped the gun. Riley was now running and she could hear them chasing after her. After about 15 minutes the children had given up the chase. She knew she would never go back into that town. Her knew goal was to find a way home.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Sam was born in a vault 6 and lived there till he was 13. He always knew something was wrong with the vault because the elderly people were not as "Stable" as the younger children. When he was 13 people had started the "Changing" or thats what they called it in the vault. The overseer and security tried as hard as they could to stop the changing by quarantining the members of the vault that suffered with the changing. Sam's father was the doctor in the vault. And began to think that this was a disease. Sam's mother caught the disease when he was 12. She was sent into the quarantin not long after. After Sam's father saw that this "disease" was not going to be cured. He came up with a plan to escape with Sam. One night his father woke him up froma deep sleep. And informed him about the plan. He was mortified at the idea but he did as he was told. He got changed got everything that he wanted to take with him. And they went to the control room. His father did something on a control panel. And a deafining buzzing alarm sound started. A security guard came rushing in obviously engraged. Talking about how his father was "going to kill everyone" and how "Its not safe to go out there". Then Sam's father took out a pistol something Sam had never seen. And threatened the security guard. The guard then took out his pistol and called his fathers bluff. His father did the unthinkable he shot the man in the chest 3 times. He took Sam's hand and 1/2 carried 1/2 draged him out the giant door. When he stepped outside he was almost blinded by the light. They made there way to a town where they slept in a barracks that the people living there called a "Common House". It was all so new to them its like he had been reborn. But he knew it was better this way. He remained in that town till he was 20. He got a job and made many friends. When he was 20 his father died of cardiac arrest. Sam decideing he wanted to see the rest of the world. He went to many diffrent places in many diffrent states (He knew states and borders from his education in the vault). The most memorible place for him was New Vegas. While in vegas he head about a place called Dog City in Denver. That was his next location he walked for a few weeks in tell he came upon a small moutain village that appeared to be abandoned but was still used as a passage way often.
Samdo123: Accepted
Congrats Sam, welcome to Fallout: Reclamation!. Thank you for taking the time to change your app. Again, like I have mentioned, we are in build stage. Also for anyone reading this, feel free to make a builder app to help open the server faster!
So Sam, until rp starts:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
In game name: HunterActual
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout: New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, I have several reasons I guess. The first beign that I was rather impressed with the lore of the server. The second, I know a few people on here and thought it would be nice to reconnect with them. And the final reason, I am huge fan of Fallout. I absolutely love the series and anythign that is related to it in any way.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I have. I am very impressed with it! Great job! My favorite part of it is how the NCR's General Oliver stepped down after his failure. The reason being that he was a stubborn man and for him to admit defeat would mean that he really got his butt handed to him.
IC
Name: Seiko Uzumaki ( Translates to "Spiraling Truth" )
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Silver eyes due to a genetic mutation
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endureance- 6
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 2
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point)
What faction and position are you applying for?: NCR
Why should we let you have a leadership position in this faction?: I am well versed in the NCR's history as they are my absolute favorite faction. Their morals and ideas appeal to my own and remind me of America. I am very good with players and I have lead several other factions before including the Desert Rangers and the NCR. I have also lead many factions on PvP servers and on several of them we became the top faction.
Do you have any experience with anything like this? Give specifics: yes. I lead the Desert Rangers on Wild Wasteland ( Second Release ) for several months before I left the server. Under my leadership the faction became the one of the most powerful factions on the server. I also "lead" the NCR on FallCraft as we did not have any higher ranking soldiers than myself for many weeks. Under my leadership the NCR prospered and obtained a good reputation in the Wasteland. We were tied for the most powerful faction in some points of time but for the most part we were unmatched in power, weaponry, or land.
Have you ever played on any Fallout role-play servers? Give specifics: I have played on all of the Fallout: Wild Wasteland releases and even lead a major faction on the second release. I played and helped moderate on FallCraft for many months as well. I have experience on Lost Days, War Never Changes, and The Vault Rp as well.
How much experience do you have in Fallout?: I have played and beat Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout:New Vegas many times. New Vegas is my favorite by far due to the factions, weapons, and lore of the game.
Write a good 2 paragraphs, one including a brief history of the faction, and the other connecting your character to the faction:
SKype username: joshua.ray.adkins
HunterActual: Unfortunetly, Denied.
I hate to deny you, but I am going to have to take up on your offer to redo some of the app. It was well written and I am happy to see someone with passion or thought in their app. However, if you could change the following, I could accept you in no time!
1. Please explain more details about your character. (Ex. Clothing, Hair, attitude,feelings, more looks, etc.)
2. I would wait to apply as a faction leader for the moment. We are trying to get the faction lore up as soon as possible.
3. With the above, the char. bio and rp example should be changed as to not assume faction roles. Once we get the factions up, you could possibly put the char. bio in the leader app to explain how you got the position.
4. Lastly, when you do the rp example, if you could put more detail in it, that would be awesome!
I believe you can have a lot of potential on this server. Thank you for being so willing to change your app so much. Not many are so willing. Repost anytime, I am monitoring the forum at least once a day. So to all those posting, mainly your app response time should be in between 1-2 days or possibly less.
Unfortunetly, until then:
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
In game name: HunterActual
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Time Zone
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, and Fallout: New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: Well, I have several reasons I guess. The first beign that I was rather impressed with the lore of the server. The second, I know a few people on here and thought it would be nice to reconnect with them. And the final reason, I am huge fan of Fallout. I absolutely love the series and anythign that is related to it in any way.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I have. I am very impressed with it! Great job! My favorite part of it is how the NCR's General Oliver stepped down after his failure. The reason being that he was a stubborn man and for him to admit defeat would mean that he really got his butt handed to him.
IC
Name: Seiko Uzumaki ( Translates to "Spiraling Truth" )
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Silver eyes due to a genetic mutation/Tall with an athletic build/Unkempt blonde hair and little facial hair from his time in the wasteland/He bears a large scar that runs diagonal over his chest/Seiko is the type of person that calculates and often uses his own strategies instead of others
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 5
Luck- 2
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
Seiko was tired. His legs felt like steel girders. But he had to keep running. He cursed under his breath. He kept running and running until he came to a building. He quickly makes a turn into the building and his breathing is heavy. He takes a peek out of a broken window and is able to barely make them out. He sighed and loaded his rifle. He didn't want to kill these men. He hated the thought of having to do it. But, it wouldn't be the first time it had happened. He slapped in the mag and aimed out of the window. They had yet to notice him. He mumbles something in Latin and then aims in. A long breath and then...he pulls the trigger. The first one falls instantly. Another shot. He pulls the trigger again. The other falls but screams loudly. The rest of the group stops and drags him behind some kind of rock. Seiko takes this chance and bolts from the building. The next thing he knows a blinding pain hits him in the arm. he keeps running but he feels it running through his body now.
Several days later...
He's in an old hospital. A dead ghoul lays some ten feet from him. He replaces the dressing on his arm and then takes some antibiotics. He uses the last of the med-x for pain management. It takes several minutes for it to kick in but the pain nearly disappears. He gets up and searches around the room. He finds several items including some stimpacks. "I'm should head to the next town then.." he mumbles. He pulls out the map and looks to try and find where he is. He spots the hospital after a minute or so of looking and then notices a small town near him. Well, it was a fifteen kilometer walk.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point)
Seiko left home at the age of seventeen. He felt like it was time for him to make a life for himself. So he left his home and traveled east. Along the way he did many jobs. Recovery, scavenging, salvaging, building, killing..He did anything that could help bring in money. He gained experience with helping people. He loved to interact with them. It made him happy to know that he was helping.
Several years after he had left home, Seiko took a job hunting down a raider that had amassed a reputation for killing bounty hunters. Seiko took the job knowing that it could be his last. After several days of tracking he found where the raider was holed up. An old bank building out off of a highway. He spent two days watching the raider. His movements and his habits. Seiko finally decided where to hit him. Under the cover of the night he ran close to the building. He entered in through a hole in the walls. Then, a slicing pain hits him in the chest. He had jumped back at the last second. Any closer and he'd be dead. Seiko looks up and sees the raider's rotted teeth through his grin. The ******* had been watching him too. The raider ran at Seiko and went for his legs. Seiko instinctively ducks lower and grabs the raider's shoulders. He seems surprised and the shock only takes him momentarily. They struggle for a moment and Seiko lands on top of the man with his combat knife unsheathed.
Two days after the mark had been killed Seiko winds up back in the small town's hospital. He spent several weeks there and became somewhat of a local legend to the townsfolk. After his wound healed to the point to where he could travel Seiko left the small town and headed back west. He had decided to join up with the NCRA. He felt like he could help more people there.
Only time will tell what fate has in store for Seiko Uzumaki.
( I hope that this is more acceptable! Thank you for the pointers )
In game name: MrKiller14
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Standard Time, U.S.A.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, and New Vegas, I'm trying to get
copies of some of the older ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks great! It has a fresh new feel and idea and I
love anything post apocalyptic or fallout. Plus I was on the old server and had tons of fun.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I really like the Idea of the New Plague in Boulder and the NCR death squads dealing with infected.
IC
Name: Michael Aleksandrov
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Around 6'2 weighing around 190 pounds, Dirty Blonde hair, Greenish Blue eyes, Caucasian, athletic build, and covered in scars.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 7
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather (That's up North Right?)
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
*Mike and his German Shepard wander through the snowy forest heading south towards "The Dog City"*
Mike- "God How much further? I'm freezing... How about you Saint?"
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
Mike- "Yeah me too... Hopefully not to mu-"
*Saint freezes and begins to growl viciously at something ahead of them*
*Mike Grabs his rifle off his back*
Mike- "What is it boy?" He whispers.
*A Large Yao Goui raise it's head over the brush and starts to sniff the air*
*Mike grabs Saint and dives behind a fallen tree*
Mike- "Shhhhh"
*Mike peaks over the log to his surprise to Yao Goui is gone, Frightened he leans back down*
Mike- "Uh oh...."
*Saint begins viciously barking*
Mike- "Shhhhh! Stop boy!"
*He looks up to see the monster charging them, he raises his rifle just as he is tackled to the ground*
*The beast roars in his face, but then saint pounces on it's neck*
*It tumbles over giving Mike enough time to grab his rifle, he readies it and aims it at the Yao Goui*
*A shot rings out and Saint crawls out from beneath the corpse*
Mike- "Oh thank god you're okay boy!" *Mike hugs Saint*
Mike- "Guess we've got dinner.... Let's rest for tonight."
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
*Mike smiles*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point):
Mike and his family were of Russian descent, because of this his family received a lot of heat due to the war, even though his ancestors came through Ellis Island long before it. Since Michael and his family were discriminated by others they were never able to stay in one place, usually being segregated or kicked out of settlements... So him and his family became nomadic, and prospectors, scavenging just enough to get by.
Michael and his family spent many nights on the road and looking for a safe place to stay, most of the time they'd end up walking straight through the night until they came upon a settlement or motel. Mike and his family were extremely close, they were all each other had, along with their loving German Shepard Saint. Mike grew up with this dog, it was his best friend, and the loyal defender of the family, taking down and warning them of any threats while on the road.
But one day, around when Mike was 15 he was traveling with his family and Saint ran off, Barking wildly at something ahead in a pile-up and traffic jam of cars. The family ran after, Mike's father with his gun at the ready, once they reached the cars they heard a whimper, and feared the worst. Then out of no where to armed men ambushed the family, the third held Saint. The three feared for their lives, but then Saint lashed out at the man holding him, tearing him to shreds while the other two fired at Mike's parents. Mike's dad got one shot off killing the one man and Saint quickly pounced on the other. Mike dropped to his knees, he broke down, his parents and the three lay dead around him. Saint, being the faithful protector came up to Mike sat next to him and licked his face, they sat there for a whole night and one day.
Three years later Mike picked up the trade of being a merchant, Him and his faithful best friend, Saint. Mike and his dog roamed the Northern roads selling all kinds of odds and ends to get by. Occasionally hunting, for Mike was a good shot and Saint a good watch dog. The two made by with each other, Mike still discriminated for his Russian descent and accent, so the two were all they had.
Six Years later Michael, 24 now, found interest in a place called Denver, he heard tales of action, war, and heroism from it, and since Saint, being 15 was growing old he thought he should head there. So Mike set off along with his faithful old companion, It would be a long journey as they were coming from the frigid and desolate north. Mike by this time was a hardened survivor of the wastes, and even though he was barely shown compassion by most, he was one of the nicest travelers you'd ever meet. His father taught him well, and reminded him to always be good to people cause you might not know when someone will do the same for you. So him and Saint were off, to the city of Denver to join the action and adventure that awaited them.
As the two neared the city, Mike could see his best friend, and only friend was on his last legs. Saint was near death but he promised him they'd see the city. Saint could barely walk now, so Mike carried him, 20 miles to Denver, about 5 miles out they could see the towering skyline of the city, Mike was so happy. But when he looked at Saint, he was barely moving, he gave him one final lick on the cheek and dozed off, forever.... Mike was so upset, but happy they came within reach of their dream, he buried his best friend that night, and began his journey, into the "Mile High Wasteland"....
OOC
"Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy
"Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
My first whitelist on an old friend.
1. I like the bio.
2. Not really sure about the Rp example because when I think of RP, I think conversations with actions, not entirely action.
3. You didn't say why you want to join, bro.
So if you could fix those two things, I'll call you accepted. But fix them first. Denied for now.
Alrighty, I'll get to work.
Fixed
In game name: futuredeveloper
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Central standard time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New vegas and Fallout 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Fallout's a cool game, and it'd be fun to see it mixed with minecraft.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes with all the new plague fallout New Vegas references and things.
IC
Name: Alexander Uranez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Survivalist beard, with auburn hair covering the top of his head. He is very in tune with his senses and can sense a person's presences using his senses at almost all times. He stands at 6'2" with a more athletic build then a body builder. He isn't the best around people, but it's a wasteland who can blame him. He is Caucasian but with a very light skin tone. Long range engagements are his specialty.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 9
Endureance- 7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-3
Agility-8
Luck-5
[spoiler]
Spawn Location:5. A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Alex slowly lays his hunting rifle on the grass in front of him. He had no spotter yet this shot should be easy enough. One man leaving a cornucopia grocery was his target. Alex's stomach rumbled for the food he so long had been waiting for. Alex gets down to the same level with his rifle and looks down his modified scope. His 3.5 zoom gave him enough distance where he could feel safe enough to take the kill. He relaxed his shoulders and took a breath as he aimed at the man's head. This would be a much easier kill since the man was facing away from the scope, he could almost never stomach having to see the faces of the men he killed. Alex takes one last long breath and aims right in the middle of the mans blonde mess on his head. The bullet is propelled from the hunting rifle as Alex pulls the trigger. Milliseconds later the man drops his body tensing up, just as long as one blink and then the body entered a relaxed state as he fell into the isle.
Alex puts the rifle back in his holster as he climbs down the hill he was using to get a good vantage point over the store. When he enters the store he pulls out his 9mm pistol and does a fast perimeter check of the store. When he sees it as all clear he grabs the mans grocery cart and grabs the rest of the food in the store. He then proceeds to pat down the man's dead corpse but finds nothing of interest. He leaves the grocery store with the cart when he hears something moving in the back and immediately turns around with his pistol in front of him before his body. He finds a small boy who takes one look at Alex and then the dead man on the floor and begins to weep. Alex finds this as a bad sign and decides to leave the store immediately but before he reaches the door someone slams his head into the ground passing him out completely.
Alex first's notices when he wakes up that his head hurt's like a (Insert curses here). He then notices that he is hanging upside down. When he realizes this a voice booms through the room. "You have killed my husband you sick (Insert curse here)," the person screamed. The voice sounded female to Alex but he couldn't be sure. "My son had to see his dead body... these two things... you'll pay, slowly to make it more agonizing," the woman said. Alex attempted to look around the room but as soon as he did a searing pain went up his neck and into his head. "Keep moving like that and you won't see what I have stored for you," the woman said leaving the room leaving Alex to his thoughts and his pain. He moved his head one more time and fell back into unconsciousness. The next days were only a bad dream in a never ending nightmare.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Alex was born into the wastelands of Nevada. His mom gave birth to him while in silver lake, some small town. He was raised in this town while he matured his dad was never around, some said dead while others said in California said to be doing something with the NCR. Alex had no siblings that his mother told him of. He was fine of these facts though since Alex liked to keep to himself most of the time anyway. He found most people didn't understand him or if they did they hated him. Alex spent most of his childhood helping the part time militia of the town with the occasional irradiated monster.
On Alex's 11th birthday he was given his first real gun. His 9mm pistol he still carries with him on his travels today. He was taught that same day how to clean it and all the necessary's to keep the gun in working condition. Seven years later we find him in the same town, but now being given his hunting rifle with modded scope. This same year the town was attacked by Ceaser's legion and Alex decided to run instead of protecting the town. He took as much as his back would carry including his weapons. His journey and the man he was destined to become began that day. A couple of years after the attack he found himself on the Utah-Nevadian border. He was captured here after killing a man. He was captured by a mad woman and her child. The woman tortured him for weeks while he just took it. One day the woman was mad enough to let him walk around. With his remaining strength he strangled the woman with the kid watching.
Alex continued to walk across Utah for the next 6 years until he turned 27 finding himself on the Colorado border. He went inside feeling as if something was meant for him here. He eventually found himself just outside Boulder at a refuge camp. Boulder is just the beginning of the event's that'll change Alex and the people around him.
In game name: futuredeveloper
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Central standard time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New vegas and Fallout 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Fallout's a cool game, and it'd be fun to see it mixed with minecraft.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes with all the new plague fallout New Vegas references and things.
IC
Name: Alexander Uranez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Survivalist beard, with auburn hair covering the top of his head. He is very in tune with his senses and can sense a person's presences using his senses at almost all times. He stands at 6'2" with a more athletic build then a body builder. He isn't the best around people, but it's a wasteland who can blame him. He is Caucasian but with a very light skin tone. Long range engagements are his specialty.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 9
Endureance- 7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-3
Agility-8
Luck-5
[spoiler]
Spawn Location:5. A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Alex slowly lays his hunting rifle on the grass in front of him. He had no spotter yet this shot should be easy enough. One man leaving a cornucopia grocery was his target. Alex's stomach rumbled for the food he so long had been waiting for. Alex gets down to the same level with his rifle and looks down his modified scope. His 3.5 zoom gave him enough distance where he could feel safe enough to take the kill. He relaxed his shoulders and took a breath as he aimed at the man's head. This would be a much easier kill since the man was facing away from the scope, he could almost never stomach having to see the faces of the men he killed. Alex takes one last long breath and aims right in the middle of the mans blonde mess on his head. The bullet is propelled from the hunting rifle as Alex pulls the trigger. Milliseconds later the man drops his body tensing up, just as long as one blink and then the body entered a relaxed state as he fell into the isle.
Alex puts the rifle back in his holster as he climbs down the hill he was using to get a good vantage point over the store. When he enters the store he pulls out his 9mm pistol and does a fast perimeter check of the store. When he sees it as all clear he grabs the mans grocery cart and grabs the rest of the food in the store. He then proceeds to pat down the man's dead corpse but finds nothing of interest. He leaves the grocery store with the cart when he hears something moving in the back and immediately turns around with his pistol in front of him before his body. He finds a small boy who takes one look at Alex and then the dead man on the floor and begins to weep. Alex finds this as a bad sign and decides to leave the store immediately but before he reaches the door someone slams his head into the ground passing him out completely.
Alex first's notices when he wakes up that his head hurt's like a (Insert curses here). He then notices that he is hanging upside down. When he realizes this a voice booms through the room. "You have killed my husband you sick (Insert curse here)," the person screamed. The voice sounded female to Alex but he couldn't be sure. "My son had to see his dead body... these two things... you'll pay, slowly to make it more agonizing," the woman said. Alex attempted to look around the room but as soon as he did a searing pain went up his neck and into his head. "Keep moving like that and you won't see what I have stored for you," the woman said leaving the room leaving Alex to his thoughts and his pain. He moved his head one more time and fell back into unconsciousness. The next days were only a bad dream in a never ending nightmare.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Alex was born into the wastelands of Nevada. His mom gave birth to him while in silver lake, some small town. He was raised in this town while he matured his dad was never around, some said dead while others said in California said to be doing something with the NCR. Alex had no siblings that his mother told him of. He was fine of these facts though since Alex liked to keep to himself most of the time anyway. He found most people didn't understand him or if they did they hated him. Alex spent most of his childhood helping the part time militia of the town with the occasional irradiated monster.
On Alex's 11th birthday he was given his first real gun. His 9mm pistol he still carries with him on his travels today. He was taught that same day how to clean it and all the necessary's to keep the gun in working condition. Seven years later we find him in the same town, but now being given his hunting rifle with modded scope. This same year the town was attacked by Ceaser's legion and Alex decided to run instead of protecting the town. He took as much as his back would carry including his weapons. His journey and the man he was destined to become began that day. A couple of years after the attack he found himself on the Utah-Nevadian border. He was captured here after killing a man. He was captured by a mad woman and her child. The woman tortured him for weeks while he just took it. One day the woman was mad enough to let him walk around. With his remaining strength he strangled the woman with the kid watching.
Alex continued to walk across Utah for the next 6 years until he turned 27 finding himself on the Colorado border. He went inside feeling as if something was meant for him here. He eventually found himself just outside Boulder at a refuge camp. Boulder is just the beginning of the event's that'll change Alex and the people around him.
Heyhey! Could you make the RP example have more dialogue? Like the Mr.Killer guy's. Other than that you're good. Fix this, til then....Denied.
Posted Today, 12:19 AM
OOC
In game name: MrKiller14
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Standard Time, U.S.A.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, and New Vegas, I'm trying to get
copies of some of the older ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks great! It has a fresh new feel and idea and I
love anything post apocalyptic or fallout. Plus I was on the old server and had tons of fun.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I really like the Idea of the New Plague in Boulder and the NCR death squads dealing with infected.
IC
Name: Michael Aleksandrov
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Around 6'2 weighing around 190 pounds, Dirty Blonde hair, Greenish Blue eyes, Caucasian, athletic build, and covered in scars.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 7
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather (That's up North Right?)
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
*Mike and his German Shepard wander through the snowy forest heading south towards "The Dog City"*
Mike- "God How much further? I'm freezing... How about you Saint?"
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
Mike- "Yeah me too... Hopefully not to mu-"
*Saint freezes and begins to growl viciously at something ahead of them*
*Mike Grabs his rifle off his back*
Mike- "What is it boy?" He whispers.
*A Large Yao Goui raise it's head over the brush and starts to sniff the air*
*Mike grabs Saint and dives behind a fallen tree*
Mike- "Shhhhh"
*Mike peaks over the log to his surprise to Yao Goui is gone, Frightened he leans back down*
Mike- "Uh oh...."
*Saint begins viciously barking*
Mike- "Shhhhh! Stop boy!"
*He looks up to see the monster charging them, he raises his rifle just as he is tackled to the ground*
*The beast roars in his face, but then saint pounces on it's neck*
*It tumbles over giving Mike enough time to grab his rifle, he readies it and aims it at the Yao Goui*
*A shot rings out and Saint crawls out from beneath the corpse*
Mike- "Oh thank god you're okay boy!" *Mike hugs Saint*
Mike- "Guess we've got dinner.... Let's rest for tonight."
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
*Mike smiles*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point):
Mike and his family were of Russian descent, because of this his family received a lot of heat due to the war, even though his ancestors came through Ellis Island long before it. Since Michael and his family were discriminated by others they were never able to stay in one place, usually being segregated or kicked out of settlements... So him and his family became nomadic, and prospectors, scavenging just enough to get by.
Michael and his family spent many nights on the road and looking for a safe place to stay, most of the time they'd end up walking straight through the night until they came upon a settlement or motel. Mike and his family were extremely close, they were all each other had, along with their loving German Shepard Saint. Mike grew up with this dog, it was his best friend, and the loyal defender of the family, taking down and warning them of any threats while on the road.
But one day, around when Mike was 15 he was traveling with his family and Saint ran off, Barking wildly at something ahead in a pile-up and traffic jam of cars. The family ran after, Mike's father with his gun at the ready, once they reached the cars they heard a whimper, and feared the worst. Then out of no where to armed men ambushed the family, the third held Saint. The three feared for their lives, but then Saint lashed out at the man holding him, tearing him to shreds while the other two fired at Mike's parents. Mike's dad got one shot off killing the one man and Saint quickly pounced on the other. Mike dropped to his knees, he broke down, his parents and the three lay dead around him. Saint, being the faithful protector came up to Mike sat next to him and licked his face, they sat there for a whole night and one day.
Three years later Mike picked up the trade of being a merchant, Him and his faithful best friend, Saint. Mike and his dog roamed the Northern roads selling all kinds of odds and ends to get by. Occasionally hunting, for Mike was a good shot and Saint a good watch dog. The two made by with each other, Mike still discriminated for his Russian descent and accent, so the two were all they had.
Six Years later Michael, 24 now, found interest in a place called Denver, he heard tales of action, war, and heroism from it, and since Saint, being 15 was growing old he thought he should head there. So Mike set off along with his faithful old companion, It would be a long journey as they were coming from the frigid and desolate north. Mike by this time was a hardened survivor of the wastes, and even though he was barely shown compassion by most, he was one of the nicest travelers you'd ever meet. His father taught him well, and reminded him to always be good to people cause you might not know when someone will do the same for you. So him and Saint were off, to the city of Denver to join the action and adventure that awaited them.
As the two neared the city, Mike could see his best friend, and only friend was on his last legs. Saint was near death but he promised him they'd see the city. Saint could barely walk now, so Mike carried him, 20 miles to Denver, about 5 miles out they could see the towering skyline of the city, Mike was so happy. But when he looked at Saint, he was barely moving, he gave him one final lick on the cheek and dozed off, forever.... Mike was so upset, but happy they came within reach of their dream, he buried his best friend that night, and began his journey, into the "Mile High Wasteland"....
Why do the good die young? I like how you did the RP example, thats what I look for. I hope not too many people's parents get killed in the bio but you being the first I see, its fine. Since I don't see anything wrong here, Accepted.
OOC
In game name: TheDevilsPoet
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: USA, EST.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): All, excluding the tactics.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Because, well. I need a new server... AND I MISS YOU TMAHNAMEIST
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all!
Have you read the lore?: Yes. Basically, a bunch of brotherhood soldiers go out to go find a senator's bunker, find it, and rename it Roger Maxon, after the Brotherhood's leader's ancestor's name.
IC
Name: Jenson Black
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Fast runner. Beginnings of a beard growing. Shaggy brown hair, with his father's courier outfit. Scar on eye due to feral dog encounter.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 4
Agility- 10
Luck- 5
Spawn Location: Number One, if you will please.
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Jenson was running as fast as his long legs would take him to escape the raider bullets that seemed to be homing in on him. A bullet grazed his leg, but despite the pain, he kept running. This was life for poor Jenson Black. A life of running from his battles. He was trying to run back to his home in the sky scrapers of Dog City, but it seemed the outstanding number of raiders following him wouldn't let him do so. He had to take drastic matters. Nearing Dog City, he figured he could rile up some of the feral dogs to attack the raiders. Running into Dog City, he noticed a pack of starving feral dogs. He took a piece of irradiated brahmin meat and chucked it to them, all the while running nearer and nearer to the dogs. The dogs ran towards Jenson, thinking they could get more of the delicious brahmin meat. Jenson looked back at the raiders, who were staring at Jenson like he was insane. They didn't want to get anywhere near the dogs. Jenson smiled, tossing a few more bits of meat towards the dogs to distract them, and ran as fast as he could into a skyscraper to get to the safety of the heights. Reaching the heights, he met up with an old friend at the bar, a man who went by the name of "Skippy"
"Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy
"Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Jenson Black was born a runner. His family naturally had longer legs and more endurance than your average wastelander. Jenson was born outside of Dog City. His father was a well known courier in Colorado, and his mother was your average wasteland prostitute. Jenson never knew his mother, and his father was regularly out on Courier trips, able to get good pay thanks to his running speed. Jenson had to farm his father's farm while he was away, and had to fend for himself, regularly shooting stray molerats and the occasional raider. He got his looks from his mother, a high class good looking prostitute. He wore his father's old Courier outfit that fit perfectly.
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
Jenson arrived at Dog city when he was on the verge of his 20th birthday. He had heard rumors about the feral dogs and legionnaires, so he had to move stealthily to find a suitable place to live in the sky. He found a place cut off from most other skyscrapers, and began setting up a home there, sneaking in and out of the city to get supplies. When he was 23, the Legion heard that Jenson was still alive, and tracked him to his home. His home was annexed by the Legion and Jenson fled, narrowly keeping his life. He's moved around from refugee camp to refugee camp ever since, not wanting to stay in one place. Eventually the Legion forgot about him, and Jenson was able to live a regular life. Now a-days, Jenson is bored with hiding in the Sky Scrapers. He wants to do something, see the wastes. So that's just what he'll do. Because war? War never changes. Not even in the Mile-High Wasteland.
Thanks for the fix, you are....................................................................................................................................IN!
Psst, Brick. Remember to use quotes, and -snip- all that long stuff please
OOC
In game name: futuredeveloper
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Central standard time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New vegas and Fallout 3.
Why do you want to play on this server?: Fallout's a cool game, and it'd be fun to see it mixed with minecraft.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes with all the new plague fallout New Vegas references and things.
IC
Name: Alexander Uranez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Survivalist beard, with auburn hair covering the top of his head. He is very in tune with his senses and can sense a person's presences using his senses at almost all times. He stands at 6'2" with a more athletic build then a body builder. He isn't the best around people, but it's a wasteland who can blame him. He is Caucasian but with a very light skin tone. Long range engagements are his specialty.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 6
Perception- 9
Endureance- 7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-3
Agility-8
Luck-5
[spoiler]
Spawn Location:5. A small refugee camp somewhere outside Boulder
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): Alex slowly lays his hunting rifle on the grass in front of him. He had no spotter yet this shot should be easy enough. One man leaving a cornucopia grocery was his target. Alex's stomach rumbled for the food he so long had been waiting for. Alex gets down to the same level with his rifle and looks down his modified scope. His 3.5 zoom gave him enough distance where he could feel safe enough to take the kill. He relaxed his shoulders and took a breath as he aimed at the man's head. This would be a much easier kill since the man was facing away from the scope, he could almost never stomach having to see the faces of the men he killed. Alex takes one last long breath and aims right in the middle of the mans blonde mess on his head. The bullet is propelled from the hunting rifle as Alex pulls the trigger. Milliseconds later the man drops his body tensing up, just as long as one blink and then the body entered a relaxed state as he fell into the isle.
Alex puts the rifle back in his holster as he climbs down the hill he was using to get a good vantage point over the store. When he enters the store he pulls out his 9mm pistol and does a fast perimeter check of the store. When he sees it as all clear he grabs the mans grocery cart and grabs the rest of the food in the store. He then proceeds to pat down the man's dead corpse but finds nothing of interest. He leaves the grocery store with the cart when he hears something moving in the back and immediately turns around with his pistol in front of him before his body. He finds a small boy who takes one look at Alex and then the dead man on the floor and begins to weep. Alex finds this as a bad sign and decides to leave the store immediately but before he reaches the door someone slams his head into the ground passing him out completely.
Alex first's notices when he wakes up that his head hurt's like a (Insert curses here). He then notices that he is hanging upside down. When he realizes this a voice booms through the room. "You have killed my husband you sick (Insert curse here)," the person screamed. The voice sounded female to Alex but he couldn't be sure. "My son had to see his dead body... these two things... you'll pay, slowly to make it more agonizing," the woman said. Alex attempted to look around the room but as soon as he did a searing pain went up his neck and into his head. "Keep moving like that and you won't see what I have stored for you," the woman said leaving the room leaving Alex to his thoughts and his pain. He moved his head one more time and fell back into unconsciousness. The next days were only a bad dream in a never ending nightmare.
He seemed to regain consciousness after a few days. The woman had tortured him throughout those days. He decides to look around the room, but this time it doesn't nearly bring as much pain as before. He see's the kid from Cornucopia standing in a corner. "Water... I need some water," Alex manages to croak. The boy takes one look at him and runs out of the room. The door opens a little while later, but it is the mother that enters.
"You will not talk to my kid. For doing that I'll torture you some more," the woman says reaching into a trunk built into the floor.
"Why must you continue this, your husband was just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Alex says trying to see what the woman is trying to find.
She turns around with his 9mm "You had no right in killing my husband. Is this all a sick (Insert curse here) game to you," the woman says looking as if she intends to shoot him.
"What do you want me to say lady? I killed your husband and he's not coming back, how will you torturing me honor his memory," Alex said.
"You're right I should do this quick," the woman says pulling a lever on the wall.
Alex falls to the ground and this is when he notices his wounds. His left thigh has been cut open along with his right. Many slash marks cover his chest and part of his right ear is missing. Alex leaps onto the woman grabbing her head and slamming it against the ground over and over and over. Blood splatters the whole room with each smash. Alex then takes the 9mm from her cold dead hands and puts it against her temple and pulls the trigger. Blood splatters on the boy who just entered the room. In his hands was a glass of water no rad water. Alex looked at the kid then the water. Alex at that moment decided to screw the water and just get his things. He found his backpack and hunting rifle in the trunk. Strapping both to his back he exited the room to be joined by sunlight and a whole tribe. "Right when I thought things were getting boring," Alex said with a smirk.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point) Alex was born into the wastelands of Nevada. His mom gave birth to him while in silver lake, some small town. He was raised in this town while he matured his dad was never around, some said dead while others said in California said to be doing something with the NCR. Alex had no siblings that his mother told him of. He was fine of these facts though since Alex liked to keep to himself most of the time anyway. He found most people didn't understand him or if they did they hated him. Alex spent most of his childhood helping the part time militia of the town with the occasional irradiated monster.
On Alex's 11th birthday he was given his first real gun. His 9mm pistol he still carries with him on his travels today. He was taught that same day how to clean it and all the necessary's to keep the gun in working condition. Seven years later we find him in the same town, but now being given his hunting rifle with modded scope. This same year the town was attacked by Ceaser's legion and Alex decided to run instead of protecting the town. He took as much as his back would carry including his weapons. His journey and the man he was destined to become began that day. A couple of years after the attack he found himself on the Utah-Nevadian border. He was captured here after killing a man. He was captured by a mad woman and her child. The woman tortured him for weeks while he just took it. One day the woman was mad enough to let him walk around. With his remaining strength he strangled the woman with the kid watching.
Alex continued to walk across Utah for the next 6 years until he turned 27 finding himself on the Colorado border. He went inside feeling as if something was meant for him here. He eventually found himself just outside Boulder at a refuge camp. Boulder is just the beginning of the event's that'll change Alex and the people around him.
Twizzy! It's Poet!
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
OOC
"Aye Skippy, what's new?" Jenson started, settling down next to Skippy
"Raiders, Legion. Usual " Skippy replied, drinking a cheap bottle of brahmin alcohol.
"Whaddya mean about the Legion" Jenson said, slightly distressed.
"They're crackin' down on a lot more, sometime even raidin' up here." Skppy returned, guzzling the alcohol.
". Alright. Know any places they can't find ya? They've uh.. Got a problem with me" Jenson said
Skippe replied, saying "Aye, there's a place in a refugee camp they don't wanna go near. Somethin' bout it's leader"
"Alright, thanks" Jenson said, grabbing his supplies and leaving for the camp
When Jenson was 16, his father was coming home one night after a long trip to deliver a package to the NCR, when Jenson heard gunshots. He knew something was amis. Grabbing his father's old .32 revolver, he went out to investigate. What he saw shocked him to the bone. His father, on the ground, cowering in fear of a stranger's pistol. Jenson saw a shine, and knew who the attacker was. A legionnaire. The attacker looked at the boy, and shot his father point blank in front of him. The Legionnaire fled the scene right after, dropping his pistol in the process. Jenson was able to be with his father for the last few minutes of his life. Jenson cried for two days, not caring in raiders or creatures of the night raided the farm. He was still to young to understand or to know, but his father had done slave deals with the Legion before Jenson was born. His father stopped doing the slave trades after Jenson was born, and the Legion wanted to kill him before he told others about the slave deals. Jenson did not vow to kill Caesar, as he know he'd die trying. Jenson vowed to live a life untouched by those of evil. He fled to Dog city when he was 19, taking all he could with him.
OOC
In game name: MrKiller14
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or timezone: Eastern Standard Time, U.S.A.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, and New Vegas, I'm trying to get
copies of some of the older ones.
Why do you want to play on this server?: It looks great! It has a fresh new feel and idea and I
love anything post apocalyptic or fallout. Plus I was on the old server and had tons of fun.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all
Have you read the lore?: Yes, I really like the Idea of the New Plague in Boulder and the NCR death squads dealing with infected.
IC
Name: Michael Aleksandrov
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Around 6'2 weighing around 190 pounds, Dirty Blonde hair, Greenish Blue eyes, Caucasian, athletic build, and covered in scars.
S.P.EC.I.A.L.:
[spoiler]
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 7
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
[spoiler]
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather (That's up North Right?)
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
*Mike and his German Shepard wander through the snowy forest heading south towards "The Dog City"*
Mike- "God How much further? I'm freezing... How about you Saint?"
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
Mike- "Yeah me too... Hopefully not to mu-"
*Saint freezes and begins to growl viciously at something ahead of them*
*Mike Grabs his rifle off his back*
Mike- "What is it boy?" He whispers.
*A Large Yao Goui raise it's head over the brush and starts to sniff the air*
*Mike grabs Saint and dives behind a fallen tree*
Mike- "Shhhhh"
*Mike peaks over the log to his surprise to Yao Goui is gone, Frightened he leans back down*
Mike- "Uh oh...."
*Saint begins viciously barking*
Mike- "Shhhhh! Stop boy!"
*He looks up to see the monster charging them, he raises his rifle just as he is tackled to the ground*
*The beast roars in his face, but then saint pounces on it's neck*
*It tumbles over giving Mike enough time to grab his rifle, he readies it and aims it at the Yao Goui*
*A shot rings out and Saint crawls out from beneath the corpse*
Mike- "Oh thank god you're okay boy!" *Mike hugs Saint*
Mike- "Guess we've got dinner.... Let's rest for tonight."
Saint- "Bark! Bark!"
*Mike smiles*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): (Since you don't know a lot yet, for now you can just make this not to long, about how you got to the area and your life up until that point):
Mike and his family were of Russian descent, because of this his family received a lot of heat due to the war, even though his ancestors came through Ellis Island long before it. Since Michael and his family were discriminated by others they were never able to stay in one place, usually being segregated or kicked out of settlements... So him and his family became nomadic, and prospectors, scavenging just enough to get by.
Michael and his family spent many nights on the road and looking for a safe place to stay, most of the time they'd end up walking straight through the night until they came upon a settlement or motel. Mike and his family were extremely close, they were all each other had, along with their loving German Shepard Saint. Mike grew up with this dog, it was his best friend, and the loyal defender of the family, taking down and warning them of any threats while on the road.
But one day, around when Mike was 15 he was traveling with his family and Saint ran off, Barking wildly at something ahead in a pile-up and traffic jam of cars. The family ran after, Mike's father with his gun at the ready, once they reached the cars they heard a whimper, and feared the worst. Then out of no where to armed men ambushed the family, the third held Saint. The three feared for their lives, but then Saint lashed out at the man holding him, tearing him to shreds while the other two fired at Mike's parents. Mike's dad got one shot off killing the one man and Saint quickly pounced on the other. Mike dropped to his knees, he broke down, his parents and the three lay dead around him. Saint, being the faithful protector came up to Mike sat next to him and licked his face, they sat there for a whole night and one day.
Three years later Mike picked up the trade of being a merchant, Him and his faithful best friend, Saint. Mike and his dog roamed the Northern roads selling all kinds of odds and ends to get by. Occasionally hunting, for Mike was a good shot and Saint a good watch dog. The two made by with each other, Mike still discriminated for his Russian descent and accent, so the two were all they had.
Six Years later Michael, 24 now, found interest in a place called Denver, he heard tales of action, war, and heroism from it, and since Saint, being 15 was growing old he thought he should head there. So Mike set off along with his faithful old companion, It would be a long journey as they were coming from the frigid and desolate north. Mike by this time was a hardened survivor of the wastes, and even though he was barely shown compassion by most, he was one of the nicest travelers you'd ever meet. His father taught him well, and reminded him to always be good to people cause you might not know when someone will do the same for you. So him and Saint were off, to the city of Denver to join the action and adventure that awaited them.
As the two neared the city, Mike could see his best friend, and only friend was on his last legs. Saint was near death but he promised him they'd see the city. Saint could barely walk now, so Mike carried him, 20 miles to Denver, about 5 miles out they could see the towering skyline of the city, Mike was so happy. But when he looked at Saint, he was barely moving, he gave him one final lick on the cheek and dozed off, forever.... Mike was so upset, but happy they came within reach of their dream, he buried his best friend that night, and began his journey, into the "Mile High Wasteland"....