OOC - IGN: Dragonfly48 Gender: Female Age: 13 Have you read the rules: Yes Have you read the lore: Yes RP Expierence: Lord of the Craft and other none specific roleplay servers. Fallout Expierence: Fallout. Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information to help you in your RP. Define Power Gaming: To emote an action that another person can do nothing about.
IC - Name: Allie Thorn Gender: Female Age: 20 Race: Human Appearence: Orange hair, pale skin, blue eyes. Signifying Traits: She is very kind but at the same time obnoxious and important. She has a soft spot for children. Signifying Skills: She is a good speaker and she is good with a sword. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-4 Perception-7 Endurance-4 Charisma-5 Intelligence- 9 Agility- 8 Luck-5
RP example:
*Allie sighs*
Allie:Can we get out of this rain? My dress will be ruined!
John: Be quiet please. You know I love the rain!
*Allie sighs again this time more dramatic*
John: Fine let's go.
*John grumble*
Allie: Yay! Let's head to the bakery.
Biography:I was born on a farm. I was raised on a farm. This farm was right outside of Salvus. Everything was pretty normal. I used to always go walk through the flowers with my mom while she told me stories about her childhood.I loved to hear those stories! I would beg for the same ones over and over even after I got into my teens. My dad would always be gone hunting so I was never very close with him. This was all before the fire.
The fire burned the entire farm down to the ground. My mother's body was found two days later. A week after the funeral my dad and I went to a large city. He started acting strange. Not sad and depressed as I thought but twitchy and agitated. After a few gloomy days there he disappeared. He left his money his clothes and everything there. I'm not sure if he was taken of if he left. I decided that I was going to have to pursue my own career and lifestyle.
Additional Notes: When will I know if I am accepted or denied and how? Also what is the server IP? Thank you.
OOC - IGN: Skylord_Syvon Gender: Male Age: 19 Have you read the rules: Yes, I have. Have you read the lore: Yes, I have. RP Expierence: Ive ran my own RP Server, and have played on three other ones.Two are shut down, and one I still play on. Fallout Expierence: Ive played Define Meta Gaming: Basically, its using knowledge that you get OOC, or basing your RP status with a person due to IRL Issues. Define Power Gaming: Saying your character cannot die, or you are some type of being that cannot be killed normally, Example: My character is a werewolf, so you cant kill me with a diamond sword!Only a gold one!
IC - Name: Syvon Ferrel Gender: Male Age: Looks 27.Lost track of actual age. Race: Caucasian-Prewar Ghoul Appearence: If I may, Ill use links for my appearance, because I am not very good at describing clothing/facial appearances. http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maso78ecZb1qb0vbu.jpg is my face, while http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/199/c/0/Fallout_3_Wasteland_Survivor_by_Bass95.jpg is my clothing, minus the bandanna on his face. Signifying Traits: Harsh attitude, and smoking habit. Signifying Skills: Machinery, and Shooting S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 6 Perception- 6 Endurance- 6 Charisma- 4 Intelligence- 7 Agility- 7 Luck-4
RP example: *Syvon coughed as he walked into the town, his .22 Revolver in hand, and cigarette in other.He put the cig up to his mouth, inhaling deeply and letting out a puff of smoke through his mouth.*
*Suddenly, a male figure saunters up to him, scratching his beard and grunting.The man is pudgy, and had on a cowboy hat, with a torn up leather vest, a sweaty white t shirt under it.His pants were dirty, and he let off a god awful odor.*
Man: May I help you, zombie?
Syvon: Why dont you get the hell out of my way before I blow your brains out.
Man: And what makes you think you can do that?
Syvon: I know I can, fatass.
*The fat man, now glaring and growling, pulls out a shotgun, taking aim at Syvon.Syvon quickly grabs the end, twisting the gun away from the man and hitting him with the butt end, knocking him over and everyone around them chattering.The fat man was stammering, and holding his bloodied nose.Syvon tossed the gun down, walking by him and heading towards the doctor's office.*
Biography:
I used to be like you...
Then I died.
I was born in Maine, US. I was raised by a daddy who didnt give a flying about me, and a mother who was always high.My house was horrible, and my brother died at a sad age of four, by drowning in a pool.I was all alone, all of my childhood, and I kept all my emotions bottled up.When I was seven, my mother died of an overdose, and my daddy beat me for days, calling me a scumbag, and saying I was never going to be anything.He was right.I went almost all the way though school, suffering bullies and loneliness, and dropped out in 9th grade, high school.I was 17 at the time, failing a few grades, but pulling through to 9th grade.I fled home, and got a job as a mechanic.After a few years of working there, I earned enough money to buy a house.On my twenty first birthday, I bought me a house in the suburbs.It was crap, but hey, it worked didnt it?I stayed there for the rest of my days.I was interested in Baseball, at the time, and watched it constantly.One day, I went to a game, and was lucky enough to score a bat from a baseball player.One night, I was laying down when suddenly, the city alarm went off. while I was asleep a nuke went off, and the radiation damned near killed me.Instead of doing that, I turned to this, horrible bag of rotting flesh.I took my bat, and started to wander, trying to find my way.
Denied.Please go back and read the rules. Improve your biography and role playing example and you could also add more detail to your character's appearance.
OOC -
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.
IC -
Name: Tresk Monte
Gender: m
Age: 20
Race: human
Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.
Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.
Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 4 Perception- 5 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 8 Intelligence- 7 Agility- 5 Luck- 6
RP example
Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that ******* pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the *******. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
Bolt: Yes but first hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss supresses his ass so i can get the killshot.
Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...
Rp example style 2 The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.
"Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."
New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.
"Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"
Biography
Background
Life story
Early life
Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.
Teens
Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.
When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.
One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.
Young adult
Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
OOC - IGN: rolfkat117 Gender:Male Age:17 Have you read the rules:Yep, I Guess im preaty frugal...(i like the texture pack btw) Have you read the lore: Yes, I guess i would like to be in The Brotherhood of Steel. RP Experience: I have played in 5 Fallout rp servers and MineZ (if that counts) and 2 regular rp servers Fallout Experience: I have played: Fallout tactics: Brotherhood of steel, Fallout: Brotherhood of steel Fallout 3, Fallout:New Vegas Define Meta Gaming: To use knowledge you got out of character when you're in character Define Power Gaming: To make up things that you can't do in character example: I did a 360 degree turn and head shot you without aiming
IC - Name:Daniel Gender:Male Age:21 Race:Human Appearence:6"3 Brown Dark hair medium muscle lots of tatoos Signifying Traits:Voice scar on right cheek Signifying Skills: Can pick locks jumps high S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-8 Perception-5 Endurance-7 Charisma-2 Intelligence-7 Agility-7 Luck-4
RP example:Story of how Daniel got a scar on his right cheek While at the Old Olney Daniel was encountered by a deathclaw he managed to outrun the creature.But was soon face to face with it once again. It striked at him but he managed to dodge most of the strike. Only cutting him in his right cheek.
Biography:Daniel Grew up in Juarez, Mexico were the high murder rate and high. He didn't know anything besides this life he had. stealing form stores....Shooting Meth....He had no future. one day a man asked him if he wanted to go to The United States of America. He thought "Maybe i can start over". Few months later he was at New York.
OOC - IGN:Falcon980 Gender:Male Age:20 Have you read the rules:Yes Have you read the lore:Yes RP Expierence: Played on Fallout: Wild Wasteland and a closed Skyrim Server Fallout Expierence: All Fallout Games except for Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel Define Meta Gaming: Doing/saying something based on knowledge that is not learned in RP Define Power Gaming: Doing something that is overpowered
IC - Name: Gary Andrews Gender:Male Age:29 Race: Mixed Appearence: Wears a Stealth Suit that is dysfunctional RP-Wise due to age Signifying Traits: Lacks sense of Humor, hates nature Signifying Skills: Charismatic, good at Debating and Speech S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-7 Perception-7 Endurance-3 Charisma-9 Intelligence-9 Agility-3 Luck-2
RP example:
Gary sees a merchant, he is selling a Silenced 10mm Pistol
Gary: "So how much would that set be back"
Merchant: 800 Caps
Gary: ", that is too expensive for me"
Gary: "How bout 600 Caps"
Merchant: "I ain't bargaining today"
Gary: "Fine, I'll go then, I ain't got time to with your high prices"
Merchant:: "Alright, Alright 710 Caps"
Gary: "Done deal"
*Gary hands merchant 710 Caps
*Merchant gives Gary Silenced 10mm Pistol
*Gary walks away with the pistol
Biography: Gary Andrews was born to children of the remnants of the Enclave not far from the ruins of Yellowstone in Wyoming. From a young age, his parents and sometimes grandparents taught him how to shoot accurately and a lot of tips to survive in the harsh and radioactive post-war world. Although he was rather good at shooting and survival, he showed little interest in using them in a day-day basis, as he liked to use words over force. Despite his family's opposition to his thoughts, they let him keep those thoughts. As he got older, he got ahold of some of the books and records his parents and grandparents had. He learned of the United States of America, and it's once glorious past as a global superpower, but to his dismay, almost all traces of this magnificent nation was long destroyed, by a tribal who lived in Arroyo
As he grew older, he kept on improving his combat tactics, but at the same time, he improved his Speech and Charisma skills, which gave him an advantage. When he grew old enough, he told his parents that it was time for him to leave and live on his own. Before he left, his parents gave him a map, of all of the former Military armories around. He went to the nearest one and he found something that is priceless in the Wasteland, a Stealth Suit. Even though it did not function like it did before the war, it offered better protection than the leather jacket that he was worn. As he kept on moving eastward, all he saw was nothing but mutants and the occasional settlement. He eventually reached the city of Chicago, but all he saw there was tribals, some Brotherhood of Steel and even the rare glimpse of an Enclave soldier. He decided that it was time for him to settle down for a while. There, he learned how to be civil and how to barter with merchants, and it was there that he actually used his weapon skills, as there are mutants and other animals who are aggressive towards humans, so he had to shoot a few once in a while.
As time progressed, so did Gary, he decided that it was time to move on even more Eastward, as he has heard of a lot of Civilization there. Using a map, he crossed rivers, lakes, swamps, and the Appalachia and finally, after a year Gary, has finally arrived at the Empire Wasteland. Although seeing the desolate wastes of the formerly prosperous city of New York, he still took the chance to enter the city. Despite seeing another anarchy, he found it a better place to live, as there are more people and affiliations, which gives him much more opportunity to succeed..........
OOC -
IGN: notnyancat
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: yes
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: played on 5 other rp servers plus runescape
Fallout Expierence: all games but fallout 2
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game, or goes beyond the supposed limits or environment set by the game.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as (in video games, boardgames, and roleplaying games) storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie.
IC -
Name: Ed
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: military like hair style, hair is dirty blond. is about 5'8, has a muscular body build.
Signifying Traits: has a scar down his right arm
Signifying Skills: is a crack shot with guns
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 6 Perception- 5 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 4 Intelligence- 10 Agility- 5 Luck- 5
RP example: (Example of how he got the scar on his arm) He was tired and bearly able to stand when out of no where he feels a massive pain in his right arm. He looks to his right only to find a Deathclaw scraping its sharp claws down his arm over and over. He pulls out his 10mm and shoots the deathclaw in the head. As soon the deathclaw falls to the ground he runs away as fast as he can. (its been 1 and a half hours) he couldn't run any farther, just when he's about to give up he spots a protectron out side a gate. As he aproches the robot says "Thirsty partner? Stop down in Moriarty's salon." He stumbles through the gate and down a hill to find a shack with a sign that says "Clinic"
Biography: He was born in a raider camp and raised there till he ran away at the age of 12. all he had with him was 2 stimpacks, a nuka-cola, a 32 pistol and the cloths on his back. scince then he has been a traveling Merc with a "Never Fail" Reputation.
OOC -
IGN: notnyancat
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: yes
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: played on 5 other rp servers plus runescape
Fallout Expierence: all games but fallout 2
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game, or goes beyond the supposed limits or environment set by the game.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as (in video games, boardgames, and roleplaying games) storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie.
IC -
Name: Ed
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: military like hair style, hair is dirty blond. is about 5'8, has a muscular body build.
Signifying Traits: has a scar down his right arm
Signifying Skills: is a crack shot with guns
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 6 Perception- 5 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 4 Intelligence- 10 Agility- 5 Luck- 5
RP example: (Example of how he got the scar on his arm) He was tired and bearly able to stand when out of no where he feels a massive pain in his right arm. He looks to his right only to find a Deathclaw scraping its sharp claws down his arm over and over. He pulls out his 10mm and shoots the deathclaw in the head. As soon the deathclaw falls to the ground he runs away as fast as he can. (its been 1 and a half hours) he couldn't run any farther, just when he's about to give up he spots a protectron out side a gate. As he aproches the robot says "Thirsty partner? Stop down in Moriarty's salon." He stumbles through the gate and down a hill to find a shack with a sign that says "Clinic"
Biography: He was born in a raider camp and raised there till he ran away at the age of 12. all he had with him was 2 stimpacks, a nuka-cola, a 32 pistol and the cloths on his back. scince then he has been a traveling Merc with a "Never Fail" Reputation. After he left Megaton and the Capitol Wastland, he went where ever he wanted to go or his "Jobs" needed him to go.
~Sorry about the double app, i missed part and had to fix it~
OOC -
IGN: notnyancat
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: yes
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: played on 5 other rp servers plus runescape
Fallout Expierence: all games but fallout 2
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game, or goes beyond the supposed limits or environment set by the game.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as (in video games, boardgames, and roleplaying games) storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie.
IC -
Name: Ed
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: military like hair style, hair is dirty blond. is about 5'8, has a muscular body build.
Signifying Traits: has a scar down his right arm
Signifying Skills: is a crack shot with guns
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 6 Perception- 5 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 4 Intelligence- 10 Agility- 5 Luck- 5
RP example: (Example of how he got the scar on his arm) He was tired and bearly able to stand when out of no where he feels a massive pain in his right arm. He looks to his right only to find a Deathclaw scraping its sharp claws down his arm over and over. He pulls out his 10mm and shoots the deathclaw in the head. As soon the deathclaw falls to the ground he runs away as fast as he can. (its been 1 and a half hours) he couldn't run any farther, just when he's about to give up he spots a protectron out side a gate. As he aproches the robot says "Thirsty partner? Stop down in Moriarty's salon." He stumbles through the gate and down a hill to find a shack with a sign that says "Clinic"
Biography: He was born in a raider camp and raised there till he ran away at the age of 12. all he had with him was 2 stimpacks, a nuka-cola, a 32 pistol and the cloths on his back. scince then he has been a traveling Merc with a "Never Fail" Reputation. After he left Megaton and the Capitol Wastland, he went where ever he wanted to go or his "Jobs" needed him to go.
~Sorry about the double app, i missed part and had to fix it~
IGN: Dragonfly48
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Expierence: Lord of the Craft and other none specific roleplay servers.
Fallout Expierence: Fallout.
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC information to help you in your RP.
Define Power Gaming: To emote an action that another person can do nothing about.
IC -
Name: Allie Thorn
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearence: Orange hair, pale skin, blue eyes.
Signifying Traits: She is very kind but at the same time obnoxious and important. She has a soft spot for children.
Signifying Skills: She is a good speaker and she is good with a sword.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-4
Perception-7
Endurance-4
Charisma-5
Intelligence- 9
Agility- 8
Luck-5
RP example:
*Allie sighs*
Allie:Can we get out of this rain? My dress will be ruined!
John: Be quiet please. You know I love the rain!
*Allie sighs again this time more dramatic*
John: Fine let's go.
*John grumble*
Allie: Yay! Let's head to the bakery.
Biography:I was born on a farm. I was raised on a farm. This farm was right outside of Salvus. Everything was pretty normal. I used to always go walk through the flowers with my mom while she told me stories about her childhood.I loved to hear those stories! I would beg for the same ones over and over even after I got into my teens. My dad would always be gone hunting so I was never very close with him. This was all before the fire.
The fire burned the entire farm down to the ground. My mother's body was found two days later. A week after the funeral my dad and I went to a large city. He started acting strange. Not sad and depressed as I thought but twitchy and agitated. After a few gloomy days there he disappeared. He left his money his clothes and everything there. I'm not sure if he was taken of if he left. I decided that I was going to have to pursue my own career and lifestyle.
Additional Notes: When will I know if I am accepted or denied and how? Also what is the server IP? Thank you.
IGN: Skylord_Syvon
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Have you read the rules: Yes, I have.
Have you read the lore: Yes, I have.
RP Expierence: Ive ran my own RP Server, and have played on three other ones.Two are shut down, and one I still play on.
Fallout Expierence: Ive played
Define Meta Gaming: Basically, its using knowledge that you get OOC, or basing your RP status with a person due to IRL Issues.
Define Power Gaming: Saying your character cannot die, or you are some type of being that cannot be killed normally, Example: My character is a werewolf, so you cant kill me with a diamond sword!Only a gold one!
IC -
Name: Syvon Ferrel
Gender: Male
Age: Looks 27.Lost track of actual age.
Race: Caucasian-Prewar Ghoul
Appearence: If I may, Ill use links for my appearance, because I am not very good at describing clothing/facial appearances. http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_maso78ecZb1qb0vbu.jpg is my face, while http://th05.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/i/2010/199/c/0/Fallout_3_Wasteland_Survivor_by_Bass95.jpg is my clothing, minus the bandanna on his face.
Signifying Traits: Harsh attitude, and smoking habit.
Signifying Skills: Machinery, and Shooting
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 7
Luck-4
RP example: *Syvon coughed as he walked into the town, his .22 Revolver in hand, and cigarette in other.He put the cig up to his mouth, inhaling deeply and letting out a puff of smoke through his mouth.*
*Suddenly, a male figure saunters up to him, scratching his beard and grunting.The man is pudgy, and had on a cowboy hat, with a torn up leather vest, a sweaty white t shirt under it.His pants were dirty, and he let off a god awful odor.*
Man: May I help you, zombie?
Syvon: Why dont you get the hell out of my way before I blow your brains out.
Man: And what makes you think you can do that?
Syvon: I know I can, fatass.
*The fat man, now glaring and growling, pulls out a shotgun, taking aim at Syvon.Syvon quickly grabs the end, twisting the gun away from the man and hitting him with the butt end, knocking him over and everyone around them chattering.The fat man was stammering, and holding his bloodied nose.Syvon tossed the gun down, walking by him and heading towards the doctor's office.*
Biography:
I used to be like you...
Then I died.
I was born in Maine, US. I was raised by a daddy who didnt give a flying about me, and a mother who was always high.My house was horrible, and my brother died at a sad age of four, by drowning in a pool.I was all alone, all of my childhood, and I kept all my emotions bottled up.When I was seven, my mother died of an overdose, and my daddy beat me for days, calling me a scumbag, and saying I was never going to be anything.He was right.I went almost all the way though school, suffering bullies and loneliness, and dropped out in 9th grade, high school.I was 17 at the time, failing a few grades, but pulling through to 9th grade.I fled home, and got a job as a mechanic.After a few years of working there, I earned enough money to buy a house.On my twenty first birthday, I bought me a house in the suburbs.It was crap, but hey, it worked didnt it?I stayed there for the rest of my days.I was interested in Baseball, at the time, and watched it constantly.One day, I went to a game, and was lucky enough to score a bat from a baseball player.One night, I was laying down when suddenly, the city alarm went off. while I was asleep a nuke went off, and the radiation damned near killed me.Instead of doing that, I turned to this, horrible bag of rotting flesh.I took my bat, and started to wander, trying to find my way.
Additional Notes:Hope I get accepted!
Denied. Go back and read the rules.
Denied. Please go back and read the rules. Improve your biography and role playing example and you could also add more detail to your character's appearance.
Denied. Read the rules again and improve your biography.
Didn't see any errors, so accepted!
IGN: stev_med
Gender: male
Age: 20
Have you read the rules: yes frugal stuff and whatnot
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: been on a bunch of fallour rp servers such as sins of the father and the vault rp to name a few, i also rped in the mmos swtor and swg
Fallout Expierence: fallout 3 and new vegas
Define Meta Gaming: using ooc knowledge in character
Define Power Gaming: useing overpowers abilities to force rp onto other. IE trying to kill someone off without their concent.
IC -
Name: Tresk Monte
Gender: m
Age: 20
Race: human
Appearence: Young white male of average height. He has pitch black hair naturally and wears a black undershirt with white tattered jacket and jeans with kneepads. He is usually smiling with a goofy grin and calm complection. He hides his pistol in his jacket and is not afraid to defend himself or his friends with it.
Signifying Traits: He is a stutter caused by an accident in his youth by slavers that is easily noticeable. He is always kind and has a kind smile and attitude. He tried to avoid conflict by talking others out of it and being a voice of reason who understands the harshness of the wastes.
Signifying Skills: scavenging, pistols, lockpicking (good with his hands basically) He is a stutter but this trait makes people feel he is harmless and can open up to him.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 5
Luck- 6
RP example
Setting walking with caravan through a small valley.
Canon: *hums a tune of an old world song that is playing over the radio* You know Bolt you should try smiling more you have a nice smile.
Bolt: I only smile when i am killing filthy raiders.
Tresk: B-bolt you are such a w-wierdo how c-can killing p-people give you joy?
Bolt: I only enjoy killing the filth, the ones who take pleasure in taking from innocent people and if i get paid to enjoy their death then so be it. *gives an cocked eyebrow to Tresk*
Canon: Well if we are lucky we will not run into any rai-*shot is fired into the side of the wagon* Get down!
Tresk: *dives for cover behind the wagen taking hold of his 9mm pistol* W-where is he?
Bolt: *takes his rifle and aims into the hillside with huge grin on his face* Once that ******* pops his head out for another shot i will be able to smoke the *******. *shot fires near Bolts feetand whispers to himself* Got you. *speak to others* West ridge three meters from the large rock in that shed is the sniper.
Canon: *aims his rifle upward* I see him bolt can you hit him?
Bolt: Yes but first hey kid see that boudler in front of us go run behind it.
Tresk: *shocked* w-what why should I-I run out there its a d-death sentance.
Bolt: You will be fine anyway i need someone to draw his fire while the boss supresses his ass so i can get the killshot.
Tresk: Noway I-I am not doing that right Ca...
Canon: Just do it you will be fine its ok.
Tresk: *speechless* F-Fine! *sprints toward the boudler while Canon suppreses the raider* *stray shots are landing around his body until he finally reaches the boulder* *one final shot is heard with a dead meat sounding pop right afterword*
Bolt: Nailed him Canon you buying the drinks tonight!
Canon: *chuckles and nods at bolt*
Tresk: *walking back from the boulder* I-I hate you both...
Rp example style 2
The location is an old world highway road with Tresk Bolt-Eye the caravan guard and Canon the Caravan owner. They are traveling north to trade their wares to towns that are along this highway. Tresk is tending to the wagon checking the supplies while he is traveling and tinkering with a small puzzle box with a small lock keeping it shut that is supposed to have a treasure inside of it. He starts shaking the box to his ear when Canon starts talking to him.
"Son if you keep shaking it like that you will break whatever is inside that thing. If you really wanted to open that you need a bobby pin." He hands Tresk a bobby pin saying "try this might help you." "T-thank you Canon but d-do you even think whatever is in t-this little thing is even w-worth the effort I-I mean what if it is j-just a little rock or s-something lame." Tresk replies. "Well it is not really about getting what is inside that is interesting, it is about knowing that nothing will stop you at achieving your goal be it opening a small box or making your fortune in this world isn't that right Bolt." Bolt grumbles and states "if it was me trying to open that stupid piece of junk I would just use a hammer and smash it open." Canon chuckles while replying "Well if you did that you would just destroy whatever was inside and lose out of what could be worth a fortune that is why Tresk is going to open that box right son." "I-I’m trying but this thing just will not op..." a click is heard in the box as Tresk finally opens the box. The other two group together and look inside. Canon grabs the box looking inside stating "Tresk you might have just giving us a unique opportunity to earn a lot of caps." "W-what do you p-plan to d-do?" he says. Canon looks at the two and says "Boys we are going south, very south..."
New setting is in an old worn out prewar building in central Florida. While walking through the building Canon, Bolt-eye, and Tresk stumble upon a locked door and try to find a way inside.
"Hey son this doors locked try to pick its lock." Canon says. "Ok b-but this w-will takes some t-time." Tresk tries to pick the lock but then trips a failsafe mechanism. "Oh c-crap." Alarms start to ring in the whole area and protectrons appears from nowhere in the room and start attacking. Canon runs for cover with Tresk shouting "Bolt cover us!" "W-what should w-we do Canon!" "Keep your head down and aim for their backs or their heads!" Bolt surprisingly calm and in his element begins to laugh like a madman going "HA HA HA THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU ROBOT SOBS YOU CAN'T KIL ME!" "B-bolts insane isn't he?" says Tresk. "Yes he is but one thing is that he is good at what he does and nothing stops him." They finish off all the protectrons but one and Bolt runs up to it with his brass knuckles "This one’s going out the old fashion way!" When the dust settles from the battle the door clicks open by it revealing a brand new top of the line weapon. Upon seeing it Canon and Bolt look each other in the eye and state at the same time "Mine!"
Biography
Background
Life story
Early life
Tresk was born in a small farming community near the florida coastline. He was a middle son of 7 brothers and sisters. Due to being the youngest he endured hardships from his older sibleings who played jokes on him. His older brothers and sisters always working with his parents on the families ranch. He helped worked growing crops that had minimal exposure to radition useing local purified water. While doing his chores he learned basic farming skills and how to recognized good crops for deadly ones. His family made caps and a living by selling and trading their crops to caravanas traveling along the coastline. While young he always loved it when the traders came by to his area where they would tell stories of the travels they have made and the sights they have seen. One evening he heard a tale from a trader who spoke of an island way to the north. This land was old and had buildings that reached the heavens. He spoke of longlost treasures from a forgoten time and the secret dangers that lurked in the shadows. He knew that one day he would venture out and find these secrets.
Teens
Tresk always loved exploreing the area around his home but one day he ventured too far off his families property. While searching an abandoned ranch house out in the wastes. He was too busy being distracted trying to pick the lock in home to hear more people enter the house. The poeple who came in were slavers. Tresk finally finished picking the lock as the slavers entered the room he was in. Once the spotted him they attacked and even though he fought back trying to defend himself one slaver struck a large blow to his head causing him to pass out. He was tossed into a cart and was brought northward to the slavers base.
When he awake he was in a slave pen in an unknown region of the wastes. He found that his head was wrapped in old clothing and that a colar was placed around his neck. Scared and frightened he tried to escape but failed due to the surrounding fense. The others in the pen attempted to calm him down cause the slavers would beat anyone who tried anything funny. When he was finally calm and tried to speak he realized he could no longer speak normally and stuttered over his words. He continues this habit to today. Latter on he was finally sold to a caravan trader who took pity in this young lad and could use a hand with his caravan. The trader who bought his treated him with respect, kindness, and tought him how to be a successful caravan worker. The collar was removed shortly after the purchase with the option for him to leave but he decided to stay with the trader. He learned much from the trader and was trained in ways to defend himself by the guard the trader employed.
One day after a few years the trader traveled with his caravan back to Tresks hometown and he was finally reunited with his family. He Spent a good while working back on the farm and enjoying his families company and his time home. During a harse winter food and money was growing scarse and his family had to try to think of ways to earn some more caps. Tresk came up with an idea to travel north to the land that the trader told him of in his youth. He set out to head north along the coast to find this strange land and send back riches for his family to live off of.
Young adult
Today he has ventured north from his coastal family home in Florida along the coast out to find treasures to send home to his town. Along his journy he has seen many unique places and people living near the waters. He saw small wandering tribes who craft unique weapons, clothing and untilities. He spent time and told stories with the tribels who lead him to see new places. One of his favorite stops was a newly recovered and operational nuka cola factory that sold carbinated nuka to caravans. The further north he traveled the more he heard stories of the island filled with large buildings and treaures and lost technologies from the past and where to keep heading. Knowing of the grand potential to find new wonders he kept following the coast until he could finally see the tall buildings on the horizon. He finally reached the land he heard as a child and now he has his sights set at fortune. Who and what did he find on the island well i do not want to spoil the suprise so please stay tuned to find out!
IGN: rolfkat117
Gender:Male
Age:17
Have you read the rules:Yep, I Guess im preaty frugal...(i like the texture pack btw)
Have you read the lore: Yes, I guess i would like to be in The Brotherhood of Steel.
RP Experience: I have played in 5 Fallout rp servers and MineZ (if that counts) and 2 regular rp servers
Fallout Experience: I have played: Fallout tactics: Brotherhood of steel, Fallout: Brotherhood of steel Fallout 3, Fallout:New Vegas
Define Meta Gaming: To use knowledge you got out of character when you're in character
Define Power Gaming: To make up things that you can't do in character example: I did a 360 degree turn and head shot you without aiming
IC -
Name:Daniel
Gender:Male
Age:21
Race:Human
Appearence:6"3 Brown Dark hair medium muscle lots of tatoos
Signifying Traits:Voice scar on right cheek
Signifying Skills: Can pick locks jumps high
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-8
Perception-5
Endurance-7
Charisma-2
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
RP example:Story of how Daniel got a scar on his right cheek While at the Old Olney Daniel was encountered by a deathclaw he managed to outrun the creature.But was soon face to face with it once again. It striked at him but he managed to dodge most of the strike. Only cutting him in his right cheek.
Biography:Daniel Grew up in Juarez, Mexico were the high murder rate and high. He didn't know anything besides this life he had. stealing form stores....Shooting Meth....He had no future. one day a man asked him if he wanted to go to The United States of America. He thought "Maybe i can start over". Few months later he was at New York.
Sweet mother of god, I freaking love you xD
No homo
IGN:Falcon980
Gender:Male
Age:20
Have you read the rules:Yes
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Expierence: Played on Fallout: Wild Wasteland and a closed Skyrim Server
Fallout Expierence: All Fallout Games except for Fallout: Brotherhood of Steel
Define Meta Gaming: Doing/saying something based on knowledge that is not learned in RP
Define Power Gaming: Doing something that is overpowered
IC -
Name: Gary Andrews
Gender:Male
Age:29
Race: Mixed
Appearence: Wears a Stealth Suit that is dysfunctional RP-Wise due to age
Signifying Traits: Lacks sense of Humor, hates nature
Signifying Skills: Charismatic, good at Debating and Speech
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-7
Perception-7
Endurance-3
Charisma-9
Intelligence-9
Agility-3
Luck-2
RP example:
Gary sees a merchant, he is selling a Silenced 10mm Pistol
Gary: "So how much would that set be back"
Merchant: 800 Caps
Gary: ", that is too expensive for me"
Gary: "How bout 600 Caps"
Merchant: "I ain't bargaining today"
Gary: "Fine, I'll go then, I ain't got time to with your high prices"
Merchant:: "Alright, Alright 710 Caps"
Gary: "Done deal"
*Gary hands merchant 710 Caps
*Merchant gives Gary Silenced 10mm Pistol
*Gary walks away with the pistol
Biography:
Gary Andrews was born to children of the remnants of the Enclave not far from the ruins of Yellowstone in Wyoming. From a young age, his parents and sometimes grandparents taught him how to shoot accurately and a lot of tips to survive in the harsh and radioactive post-war world. Although he was rather good at shooting and survival, he showed little interest in using them in a day-day basis, as he liked to use words over force. Despite his family's opposition to his thoughts, they let him keep those thoughts. As he got older, he got ahold of some of the books and records his parents and grandparents had. He learned of the United States of America, and it's once glorious past as a global superpower, but to his dismay, almost all traces of this magnificent nation was long destroyed, by a tribal who lived in Arroyo
As he grew older, he kept on improving his combat tactics, but at the same time, he improved his Speech and Charisma skills, which gave him an advantage. When he grew old enough, he told his parents that it was time for him to leave and live on his own. Before he left, his parents gave him a map, of all of the former Military armories around. He went to the nearest one and he found something that is priceless in the Wasteland, a Stealth Suit. Even though it did not function like it did before the war, it offered better protection than the leather jacket that he was worn. As he kept on moving eastward, all he saw was nothing but mutants and the occasional settlement. He eventually reached the city of Chicago, but all he saw there was tribals, some Brotherhood of Steel and even the rare glimpse of an Enclave soldier. He decided that it was time for him to settle down for a while. There, he learned how to be civil and how to barter with merchants, and it was there that he actually used his weapon skills, as there are mutants and other animals who are aggressive towards humans, so he had to shoot a few once in a while.
As time progressed, so did Gary, he decided that it was time to move on even more Eastward, as he has heard of a lot of Civilization there. Using a map, he crossed rivers, lakes, swamps, and the Appalachia and finally, after a year Gary, has finally arrived at the Empire Wasteland. Although seeing the desolate wastes of the formerly prosperous city of New York, he still took the chance to enter the city. Despite seeing another anarchy, he found it a better place to live, as there are more people and affiliations, which gives him much more opportunity to succeed..........
IGN: notnyancat
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: yes
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: played on 5 other rp servers plus runescape
Fallout Expierence: all games but fallout 2
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game, or goes beyond the supposed limits or environment set by the game.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as (in video games, boardgames, and roleplaying games) storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie.
IC -
Name: Ed
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: military like hair style, hair is dirty blond. is about 5'8, has a muscular body build.
Signifying Traits: has a scar down his right arm
Signifying Skills: is a crack shot with guns
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
RP example: (Example of how he got the scar on his arm) He was tired and bearly able to stand when out of no where he feels a massive pain in his right arm. He looks to his right only to find a Deathclaw scraping its sharp claws down his arm over and over. He pulls out his 10mm and shoots the deathclaw in the head. As soon the deathclaw falls to the ground he runs away as fast as he can. (its been 1 and a half hours) he couldn't run any farther, just when he's about to give up he spots a protectron out side a gate. As he aproches the robot says "Thirsty partner? Stop down in Moriarty's salon." He stumbles through the gate and down a hill to find a shack with a sign that says "Clinic"
Biography: He was born in a raider camp and raised there till he ran away at the age of 12. all he had with him was 2 stimpacks, a nuka-cola, a 32 pistol and the cloths on his back. scince then he has been a traveling Merc with a "Never Fail" Reputation.
IGN: notnyancat
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: yes
Have you read the lore: yes
RP Expierence: played on 5 other rp servers plus runescape
Fallout Expierence: all games but fallout 2
Define Meta Gaming: Metagaming is a broad term usually used to define any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game, or goes beyond the supposed limits or environment set by the game.
Define Power Gaming: Powergaming (or power gaming) is a style of interacting with games or game-like systems with the aim of maximising progress towards a specific goal, to the exclusion of other considerations such as (in video games, boardgames, and roleplaying games) storytelling, atmosphere and camaraderie.
IC -
Name: Ed
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: military like hair style, hair is dirty blond. is about 5'8, has a muscular body build.
Signifying Traits: has a scar down his right arm
Signifying Skills: is a crack shot with guns
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 5
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 5
Luck- 5
RP example: (Example of how he got the scar on his arm) He was tired and bearly able to stand when out of no where he feels a massive pain in his right arm. He looks to his right only to find a Deathclaw scraping its sharp claws down his arm over and over. He pulls out his 10mm and shoots the deathclaw in the head. As soon the deathclaw falls to the ground he runs away as fast as he can. (its been 1 and a half hours) he couldn't run any farther, just when he's about to give up he spots a protectron out side a gate. As he aproches the robot says "Thirsty partner? Stop down in Moriarty's salon." He stumbles through the gate and down a hill to find a shack with a sign that says "Clinic"
Biography: He was born in a raider camp and raised there till he ran away at the age of 12. all he had with him was 2 stimpacks, a nuka-cola, a 32 pistol and the cloths on his back. scince then he has been a traveling Merc with a "Never Fail" Reputation. After he left Megaton and the Capitol Wastland, he went where ever he wanted to go or his "Jobs" needed him to go.
~Sorry about the double app, i missed part and had to fix it~
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1813200-the-manhattan-project-revived/
It has been an honor everyone.
http://www.minecraftforum.net/topic/1813303-the-manhattan-project-revived-staff-applications/