OOC - IGN: Origamikiller Gender: Male Age: 18 Have you read the rules: < Does that answer it? Have you read the lore: Most of it. RP Experience: 8 years of rp. All serious. Fallout Experience: 2,3, NV Define Meta Gaming:
Using ooc information icly.
Define Power Gaming:
Forcing an action onto someone else of being generally overpowered.
IC - Name: Eliel Keys
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Race: Caucasian Human
Appearance:
Wears a male dark blue shirt, Black leather gloves, Crimson red shirt, Brown belt, black leggings, Brown shoes, A blond haired 5,6, blue eyed, Caucasian.
Signifying Traits:
Tomboy Strong sense of justice Laugh in the face of death attitude Courageous Always with her loyal canine companion.
*The dust scattered itself down the rubble ridden streets, A door creakily opening amongst the silence as Eliel slowly walked out of it, A satchel over her shoulder, raising her hand up to block the sun beating down on her as the silence in the air was broken by the exhaling of a large dog, Khalid squeezing past Eliel into the rubble grey and black streets, Khalids senses going away, his muzzle rubbing into the dust and grit of the ruined land, sniffing heavily to pick up any dangerous scents that would be around, inhaling some dust into his nostrils causing khalid to raise its head, a heavy sneeze escaping from the strong dog, its head shaking forcibly as khalid does so, Eliel giving a pleasant chuckle, walking out into the ruined streets along with her companion, crouching down slightly, placing a hand lightly on khalids head, slowly petting it.
Eliel: "You gotta be careful there, Khalid, don't want to sniff up something bad, do you, ya' dopey dog you!"
*The dog barked in protest to her joking insult, panting, its opened muzzle forming into what appears to be a smile, barking lightly, his tail wagging from side to side*
*Eliel stood up, containing the same smile*
Eliel: "You know i'm just kidding, Pups, come on, It's getting pretty dark, we should head out soon"
*Khalid barked again, taking the lead as it sniffed thoroughly, walking at a medium pace down the broken down streets, Eliel shortly behind her companion, the alert dog stopping in its tracks, growling slightly, doubling back beside Eliel in protection, showing a sign of warning ahead*
*Eliel nodded in response, slipping her hand onto her hip, slipping out a combat knife that was holstered to her belt, holding the blade in a CQC like combat manner, taking careful steps forward beside Khalid, readying itself for an incoming attack, her heart starting to slow down, keeping her breathing at minimum to avoid attention, heavy breathing being heard in the direction of the danger, a feral ghoul no doubt*
*she slowly moved around one of the littered cars to see the dark and eying the decrypt mutant, slowly moving behind the bloodied and grotesque form of irratiated nature, the feral ghouls instincts kicking in, leaping at a alarming speed toward Eliel, tackling her to the ground, her knife quickly keeping the monsters teeth at bay as it is placed firmly against its neck and shortly after applying pressure, Eliel moved her face away from the monster as she did so, making quick work of the soft flesh of the feral ghoul, effectively killing it with a pressurised decapitation before Khalid had lunged into the corpse of the feral beast, noticing its demise khalid slowly retracted back, rushing to Eliels aid.
*Eliel waved a hand at the dogs concerns, getting up off the ground caked in feral blood, she moved a hand into her satchel to retrieve a worn and dirty cloth, wiping as much dirt and blood from her clothes as possible before settling it back into her bag. She ducked down to Khalid, nuzzling him affectionately.*
Eliel: "Good boy! You showed him, huh?"
*Khalid barking lightly in response, standing once again, taking her direction into one of the nearby buildings, barricading it off for the night, the building looking rather like the rest of the forgotten civilised town, dusty, broken full of hidden despair. Eliel taking a quick look around the house, removing a flash light from her satchel, using it to get a good view of the darkness that lingered around, searching for anything valuable as well as any threats that could be lingering within the area.
Eliel coming across a few pre war books, untouched miraculously from the bombs, setting them within her satchel, taking all the stimpacks and food that the house had left, though it was barely scraps. Eliel taking some of the fancy lads snack cakes from the fridge, taking one out of the box and holding it down for Khalid.
The dog quickly made work of snatching it from her hands, giving noticeable grunts as it chewed the treat, smiling affectionately up at her for another, Eliel shaking her head in refusal, thus turning Khalids smiling dopish mug into a frown, wimpering at her in response.
Eliel: "Come on now, don't give me that, Khalid, I promise i'l give you some later, but its getting late, we need to rest up, ok boy?"
*Khalid smiled once again, Eliel turning off her flash light as she walked up the stairs of the broken house, the moon illuminating the second floor as the roof was totally demolished, the sky being shown above.*
*Eliel sat down underneath the bitter cold radioactive sky, Khalid resting his body against her knee, looking up to her with big cute eyes, a paw rested on her as it slowly drooped its eyes, going into a peaceful sleep, Eliel giving her companion a kiss on the forehead, Khalid's eyes shooting open, nuzzling her cheek to show the same level of affection. Eliel chuckled humorously, shaking the head of Khalid as it pounced on her playfully, a few playful tussles and tumbles around before both of them quickly began to relax, Eliel smiling down to her panting pup*
Eliel: "You've gotten so excited lately, Khalid, haven't you?"
*the dog barks lightly, looking up at her with his cute eyes, Eliel only chuckling at it, stroking his forehead*
Eliel: "Don't worry, we'll be getting us some well deserved work soon enough, Who knows, maybe we'll catch ourselves a job at delivery? Something easy, yeah?"
*the dog barking lightly once again, moving closer toward her as it moves her arm up*
Eliel: "H- hey, Khalid, what're you doing?"
*the dog laying beside her with her arm behind the canines back, its paw laid on her chest as it slowly slumbered to sleep, Eliel smiling lightly*
Eliel: "Night to you too, pup"
*Eliel falling asleep not too far behind her companion, her knife clenched to her side incase of surprise attack, readying herself for whatever occasion.*
Biography:
Eliel Keys was born within a small caravan settlement that sold a fair share of Food and medical supplies as well as Ammunition. Growing up within a caravan settlement Eliel was able to be taught the art of bartering and selling goods but was also taught self defence by her Mother and father Gregory and Jennifer.
Eliel has an older brother by the name of York, An Auburn haired caucasian charismatic jokester who had left the Caravan settlement 9 years before Eliel. Like Eliel he didn't wish to be held down by staying as a caravanner and set off to pursue his dream of cleansing the wasteland of mutants, to become a member of the Brotherhood of Steel, though it is unknown if he managed to accomplish his goal or not. Word has it York has been travelling with a advanced robotic companion though this is speculated to be just rumours
Since her early childhood she would be put under tough and vigorous endurance and strength training to strengthen her muscles and increase her overall fitness, retaining her slim figure but increasing the strength of herself overall.
Gregory was a tall Auburn haired happy man with green eyes. Eliel acquired her happy attitude from Gregory as well as his knowledge in small firearms, He died from Cancer when Eliel was 19 years old, at the age of 50. He was a guard for the caravanner settlement, and knew Eliel's mother since he first joined up with the settlement. His knowledge of small firearms was past down to his daughter, with sufficient training in them whenever she was given the chance to get better until his death, Eliel became adept at using them, however not an expert, keeping her fathers 9mm pistol on her since his death, using it to protect her life and others believing that her father guides the shots she fires and is protecting her from way up in the heavens.
Eliel growing up throughout the years has developed a strong sense of justice, wanting to help the wasteland in any way possible, however not showing a serious side to things around her, rather staying cool to raise the moods of those around her. She has a strong faith in her deceased father and believes that if she should one day perish to the wasteland, she'll do as much good as she can to make sure she can once again be at his side in the clouds, though doesn't wish to die unless its to save a life. Life to her has no meaning if it is used to relinquish the lives of others and lives therefore to help and protect the wasteland.
Jennifer Keys is a Blonde haired female and the mother of Eliel. Jennifer was a guard for the league of caravanner's before Eliel was born, this is when she met Gregory and soon after they fell in love and Jennifer gave birth to Eliel at the age of 30, York at the age of 20.
Eliel learned Hand to hand combat and resilience/endurance training from her mother as well, thus giving her some knowledge of CQC. She is still alive and contacts Eliel via couriers as often as she can even in her old state.
Eliel learned some Charismatic knowledge from the caravanner's she lived and grew up with and her knowledge of the world was given to her from everyone who lived in the settlement, becoming a gifted and knowledgeable person as Eliel took a liking to reading as much as shecould, finding it enjoyable compared to the wastelands other activities, easily becoming her second favourite pastime.
Eliels favourite pastime however is playing cards. Since being a young girl, Eliel has had a strong enjoyment with playing cards and has become quite addicted to collecting as many as she can find, amassing a strong deck of playing cards on her person collected from many caravan settlers and through the wasteland, not being afraid to set a few caps down for aenjoyable competitive game, having become quite the player through repetitive play.
Eliel is always with her Companion. A 6 year old Canine Companion named Khalid. Eliel and her father found the poor canine being swarmed by raiders to make a quick meal of it when she was only 15 and was saved by Eliel's courageous actions, causing her to be shot in the process in the shoulder. This act of kindness developed not only a emotional but spiritual bond between her and the Canine. Her father bringing the new member of their family back along with the wounded Eliel back to the settlement, Eliel spending most of her time nursing and helping the young pup recover, effectively giving it a full recovery.
Khalid can sense out Eliel's mood via their bond and both can generally know what each of them thinks about due to their connection to each other, Khalid so far and seems to be the only best friend Eliel can connect to and fully trust.
Life for Eliel inside the caravanner settlement was peaceful for most, but Eliel didn't wish to stay, she wanted to as most people would, see more of the world and it's ruinous sights, meet new people and perhaps find more prosperous riches. and so at the coming of age of 21, Eliel along with her trusty canine companion was given their blessing and set off into the wasteland toward Manhattan, knowing it would take a long time to get to, but the reward would be well in knowing many others would flock there as well, and would be the perfect chance to help those less fortunate than herself.
Reapplying Here, i got accepted in the previous thread.
OOC IGN: Wolfdancer Gender: M Age:16 Have you read the rules: Yes Have you read the lore: Yes RP Expierence: Red Dead Redemption (Xbox, small group RP with friends, you may want to not count this) Garry's mod (PC, Post apocalyptic RPs, CityRPs, DarkRPs [More like DarkDM, amirite?] and of course, Medieval RPs) Grand Theft Auto : San Andreas, IV (PC - Multiplayer Mode) Nationstates (PC - Text based game, Nationstates.net) Counter Strike + Source (Prison Break servers & Other, again, you may want to not count this) Minecraft (PC - Fantasy RPs + RPGs, Other Fallout related Servers)
Fallout Expierence: Fallout : Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, Fallout : New Vegas, and i'll be starting Tactics next week. Define Meta Gaming: Giving your character information that he/she would not have, but you as a person do. (e.g. there's a murderer around the corner hiding and I know it, but my character doesn't. Therefore, I can't just give my character the information.
Define Power Gaming: Doing something impossibly overpowered. (I immediately turned around shot the person silently following me in the face) IC - Name: Scott Lambert Gender: M Age: 20 Race: W Appearence: Average Height, Average Weight, Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes. Signifying Traits: Paranoid, Obnoxious, Calculated, Contrived. Signifying Skills: Smart when there is time to calculate, but not very good at talking way out of a situation. Bouts of paranoia make him a decent sneak when needed, though this is fairly rare and can sometimes do more harm than good. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 5 Perception- 6 Endurance- 5 Charisma- 6 Intelligence- 7 Agility- 5 Luck- 6
RP example:
(Setting, abandoned office building) (Characters : Scott [a scavenger], Rob [A Mercenary] ) Rob : "Hey Scott, you find anything good?" Scott : "Does paper count?" Rob : "Very funny, Scott" Scott : "Hey, how's marie?" Rob: "She's fine. You know ,she's pregnant now" Scott : "You're kidding. How far along is she?, you the father?" Rob : "Two months now, and yeah, i'm the father" *Scott gets up and faces Rob* Scott : "That's great man!, i'm really happy for you" *Just then, a loud crashing noise is heard in the hall* *Rob motions for Scott to get out of the way, and finds cover, then trains his rifle on the doorway* Rob : (whispering to himself) : ", I thought this place was abandoned" *The door creaks open and a mole rat enters* Scott : "Borri, you startled me!" *The mole rat jumps happily into Scott's arms* Rob : "Tim, I don't know why you keep that filthy animal around" Scott : "Oh come on, he's a great pet!, better than any dog, anyway" Rob : "Scott, you need to pay more attention to that thing, I nearly blew its head off" Tim : "Sorry, Rob" Scott : "You know, you and Marie should have dinner with Susie and I this saturday, we'd love to have you" Rob : "Could be fun, I guess, i'll talk to her about it when we get back" Scott : "We should be going, i've gathered just about all that I can carry"
Biography:
Born in Fargo, North Dakota, Lambert was the son of a Scavenger (His Father) and a Doctor (His Mother). Most of his early life was spent learning both basic survival skills and basic medicine.
Lambert had many friends growing up, most notably Ashley (Bruce) Williams Williams, and Billy (Mike) Beihn. They remain good friends to this day, and often exchange letters.
On his twelfth birthday, his father took him on his first scavenging trip, an abandoned mall complex. Whilst searching the upper floor, he came across something of great interest, a Holotape Store, There he found many films stored away on shelves, in lockboxes, and in projectors. His father assisted him in carrying the projector and many of the films home, as they felt they would be valuable. Whilst testing out the Projector and Holotapes (after all, what kind of merchant sells damaged goods?) they found them to be in remarkably good condition, they could possibly be worth a great deal, but little did Scott know he had found a fortune of his own. These films interested young Scott a great deal, he kept his favorites along with the projector, and his father sold the rest. From then on Scott had made it his mission to continue searching for films, wherever they may be found.
At age 17, Scott discovered a Manifest in a warehouse that showed the possible location of a pre-war Shipment of films, marked January of 2077.He believed they may still be in good enough condition to use. He asked his father and two closest friends to accompany him on a journey to find the shipment, all of them agreed. The next morning they all had breakfast and began the trek.
They arrived there a little over Four hours later, and began the hunt for the shipment. The storage complex was large and complicated, thankfully the manifest said where the shipment was to be stored, the northeast corner of Warehouse 5. They spread out into two groups, Scott-Billy and Scott's Father-Ashley. After a bit of searching Scott's father radioed Scott telling him he had found the warehouse, and Scott followed his directions to get there. Some trouble was had entering the warehouse, as the doors were very large and did not seem to want to budge. Thankfully, being a skilled scavenger, scott's father was able to jimmy the lock and enter the warehouse after about two minutes.
The warehouse was found to be very dim. this did not present a major problem, however, as Scott had remembered to bring a Lantern. The warehouse was a winding maze of boxes, industrial vehicles, and scattered garbage. After about half an hour Scott and his companions arrived at the northeast corner. The shipment, however, was not, in fact, currently located in the northeast corner of Warehouse 5, much to their dismay. After the initial upset passed, they began to search for clues as to the location of the shipment, and clues they found. In an unlocked drawer they found a terminal password, and soon after located the terminal it belonged too. In this terminal there were many messages stored, one of which indicated that the shipment had been moved to Manhattan in mid january.
After he returned home, Scott bid his family and friends farewell, and began searching for a way to reach manhattan. Eventually he found a group of traveling merchants and worked as a scavenger for them in exchange for safe passage and food, he did a good turn for them, and when the time came they did indeed find him a way to manhattan. Eventually, they reached new york, where, true to their word, they found him a ferry.
Please, for the sake of everyone else, learn to spell properly.
Reading off your application, you didn't really stand true to your own statement. Along with grammar issues and whatever else.
Please, for the sake of everyone else, take what people say on the internet with a grain of salt.
OOC - IGN: Hardboiledsheep Gender: Male Age: 13 Have you read the rules: Yes Have you read the lore: Most of what my character would know, but I read all the overviews and 2/3 of the faction lore RP Experience: Well I have done some Minecraft roleplay servers, but along with that I have done some D&D, Pen and Paper, Dungeon makers, and I do this roleplay thing with Bethesda's games where I make a character and roleplay as them Fallout Expierence: I'm working on Fallout 2, I've finished Fallout 3 twice, and I've finished Fallout: New Vegas 3 times I just need to do House Define Meta Gaming: Meta gaming is using outside information like what you would get from Skype, forums, or even from a friend, and using it Ic or in character Define Power Gaming: Power gaming is really using RP (I was to lazy to write roleplay) to your advantage, well not exactly that, but saying that your person chops someone's head off before giving them a chance to react, or something like saying you come back from the dead because you were magical, stuff like that (I hope that was an ok definition I know what it is it is just hard to explain)
IC - Name: Arnold Lindsay Gender: Male Age: 32 Race: Hispanic Appearence: His Sun Bronze skin burns in the bright sun which makes his eyes a tad bit orangey. The large scar on the side of his head goes down his 6'5'' body. His torso is roasting up inside his bright white Poseidon jumpsuit covered in grease. His reddish brown hair pushed up in the front blows in the wind. The large nose of Arnold brings out his small cheek bones. Signifying Traits: Arnold has never seen well so when he has his glasses on his perception increases by one, but when he has them off his perception decreases by one. Arnold's fists are like iron, although that isn't necessarily a good thing Arnold is half as likely to miss with his hand or melee weapons, but when he hits it hurts. Signifying Skills: Arnold has always been handy with tools, his survival, repair, and medicine have been greatly increased. (Where my skills and traits ok) S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: Strength-5 Perception-9 Endurance-7 Charisma-3 Intelligence-6 Agility-8 Luck-2
RP example: (I'm doing this in the form of what I would type in Minecraft) (After reading this it's a not like Minecraft in the sense that I kill people do keep that in mind) *Wakes up in the wasteland next to a dead tree* "Oh **** did I have to much whiskey last night?" *feels side of head* "Nope." "Damn Raiders must of knocked me out!" *checks his pack* "**** nothing left!" *gets up* *shakes off dirt* "North correct?" *heads north* (Three days later at the enclave base) Richard Hamsley- "Gone out to scout again Arnold?" "Yeah..." *rubs his head* Richard Hamsley- "Well go on in." *goes in* *heads to his quarters* "Howdy..." (A shout saying "Raiders found outside!" Is heard throughout the underground hangar) "How many times has this happen since I've been gone?" Ryan Baxter- "3 times at night, 2 times during the day." "They've gotten bad." Ryan Baxter- "Yeah no kidding!" *Grabs his Plasma Pistol then heads up to the entrance* (1 dead Tesla Suited Soldier lays on the ground, ten other dead soldiers lay on they ground) "****" "Status report!" Captain Roy- "3 left." *grabs the dead soldier in the Tesla armor and holds it infront of him* *aims and shoots* (The shot hits) *takes another shot* (Misses) "****" (A Raider shoots with a Plasma Blaster) (It hits the suit) *shouts "Howdy!"* *grabs axe* *runs to the raider and knocks his head clean off* "Yahoo!" *swings at another Raider* (Misses) *swings again* (Misses) "****" *swings again* (Hits and kills another raider) *shoots* (Hits and blasts a raider back) *shoots again* (Hits and kills the raider) *runs and jumps back infront of the Tesla Suit* Bang!!!
Autobiography: "I remember a time where I could recognize all of Marilyn Monroe's pornography" Yup that was me 9 years ago the wise, but stupid Arnold. I was born in a Vault 65 to be exact didn't have a clue what the Enclave was up to, but that's a different story to tell a different time. So my friends of the Wasteland today I shall share with you the story of Arnold The Wasteland Detective. First off kids I was born in a vault. On my 9th birthday I was sent down to kill the Rad-scorpions which have been invading their vault ever-since well you know how they get in. After I went down I saw it the door was open! Oh gee if you saw what I did, the sky was a bluish greenish the ground was soft and grey, all like the stories have told. Obviously as you could have guessed I was tempted to hop outside, I did. Although I knew I had to go back in I sat on the dead grass and carved a picture of what I saw. I headed in with my carved Varmint Rifle. I went back in and went to my room. I felt like I forgot something. The Rad-Scorpions! As you well know the vaults were all a test on government types. VAULT 65 WAS ROLLING Every debate was made by a six side die, 1, 2, and 3 were yes, 4, 5, and 6... No. So with that, one day, when I was 13, the debate was wether to kill all children who could not contribute something, the roll 3. Everyone panicked, the parents held their children close, everyone was crying, everyone, but me. Everyone, but me for I had a way out of getting out. I grabbed my Varmint Rifle and some average vault supplies and ran. I didn't tell my mom or dad where I went, so I guess they panicked and they rebelled or something, you know. I ran down and jumped out of the vault door, fell on my face, it hurt! Not muched happened those days until about a month when I found something. It was large and ugly, but it was that beautiful ugly like when you go to DC and see the Lincoln Memorial. Covered in sand bags. I saw a town, it was a town known as Sairsville. Sairsville was a little peaceful town in the middle of the wasteland, I wasn't even noticed for a while. At Sairsville the tall buildings were about 3 stories. They had pipelines covering the whole ground and going into all of the floor of the building. The town had the smell of an old shoe and the taste of rust. The shops were in the working rooms of a plaza if not outside, the same with the restaurants. **** if I had known better I would have left. First off I found work as a chef cooking Brahmin Steak. One day our little stand was robbed, I took out my Varmint Rifle and shot. The robber laid dead down on the ground as the "Officials" (or so they called themselves) came. They asked what happen so I told them the story, they ask where a kid like yo (that's Spanish) got a gun... then I told them the whole story. Being surprised that I've survived this long they gave me a little bit, till what? What is a weird word it usually means a question but, sometimes it means a whole future. They came back 3 years later on my 16th birthday and enlisted me to work as an "Official". My first few cases where things like shootings, finding bombs, finding chems, more shootings, ect. My officers saw that I had a knack of finding things. They sent me to find about everything in the east coast. Which was alright I guess until they sent me to find an Enclave base. Ah the Enclave such a terrible point in my life. First off while I was looking for it I was knocked, out beaten, and stripped. The Enclave base was bright but, cold and unnerving at the same time. They asked me what I was doing here I told them the story, they asked how I got there... I told them the whole story. Soon they knocked me out again but, this time I wasn't in a cage. The intercom told me I could die or join the Enclave, I chose to join. I spent a good ten years in the Enclave. Then when I was thirty I was sent on a mission into a vault that had cracks in the walls which turned everyone into ghouls. We searched for why the cracks where here. Soon I found a Holotape telling me that the Enclave meant for there to be the cracks as one of there tests. Then it all flashed before my eyes, the reason I had to leave the vault. I ran up and throw plasma grenades at my team. I killed them and ran into the Waists. I walked for days without a drink or nap. I finally stopped when I found an old gas station. I fell onto my knees crawled to the door and broke it so I could enter. I found Caravan Lunches, Nuka-Cola, and guns! I grabbed a jumpsuit, changed, grabbed a Trench Gun, and walked into the Waistland. Later I found a town and settled. 2 years later I drank to much whiskey and woke up next to a dead tree.
Reading off your application, you didn't really stand true to your own statement. Along with grammar issues and whatever else.
Please, for the sake of everyone else, take what people say on the internet with a grain of salt.
Excuse me? Though grammatical errors may exist in my application, they aren't blatant, and they aren't extremely far off. My spelling is also correct. My only real errors are the frequent use of sentence fragments, other than that it's pretty spotless.
It's sad that it had to end this way, it really is, but if you don't want good players helping you out, I'm more than happy to go somewhere else.
Now, if you have any dignity at all, you'll accept what I'm saying here, and go on your merry way.
Excuse me? Though grammatical errors may exist in my application, they aren't blatant, and they aren't extremely far off. My spelling is also correct. My only real errors are the frequent use of sentence fragments, other than that it's pretty spotless.
It's sad that it had to end this way, it really is, but if you don't want good players helping you out, I'm more than happy to go somewhere else.
Now, if you have any dignity at all, you'll accept what I'm saying here, and go on your merry way.
Please keep things on topic, and do not argue about grammar, in fact it's in the minecraft forum's rules. Please do not act like small children, if you do then we will not accept your application as we cannot trust you to be mature. Thank you.
~Katie Park
OOC - IGN:CyanideTroll Gender:Male Age:16 Have you read the rules:Yes Have you read the lore:Yes RP Expierence:I have been in a few other RP situations including another MC server for LOTR Fallout Expierence: Played every game every DLC and beat them all. Define Meta Gaming:Using an external source to affect the game. Define Power Gaming:Making someone do something you want to in RP like "my attack kills you."
IC - Name:Luffy Gender:Male Age:17(Before becoming Ghoul) Race:Human(Ghoul) Appearance: No hair, Scars of being a ghoul, Tattered red shirt, skinny, Skin rotting and hard to look at. Signifying Traits: A born Genius and Charismatic leader, but also a weak fighter and is easily beaten.Although he has become more enduring due to the radiation. Increases Intelligence and Charisma by 1 but decreases agility and Strength by 1. Signifying Skills: S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-3 Perception-7 Endurance-4 Charisma-10 Intelligence-10 Agility-2 Luck-4
RP Example:
Setting: Pre-War
**BOOM!!**
"NOOOOO not again!!"
**Goes down on knees and cries**
"My life's work for nothing."
"I pay for all of this equipment and even this bunker just for my experiments, and for what?"
**Throws a Vial of Acid**
"DAMN IT ALL."
**Phone Rings**
"Hello?"
**Much talking on the other side**
"WHAT!!?!" , "You're cutting my finding?!?"
"What do you mean no results? I am nearly close to finding it."
"You can't do this!!"
**Line goes dead**
**Sigh**
"I guess I better pack."
**A magazine falls down**
**It reads
Young Scientist Creates a Miracle**
"Huh I didn't remember this"
**Flips Pages**
**Page Reads
A upcoming scientist makes a breakthrough discovery that fixes body parts affected by acid and flame.
Using a small dose of his medicine can make your skin repair itself!! Although it seems only able to reconstruct skin hopefully one day it can go deeper.
Page Ends**
"If only that could have lasted."
**Reaches down to put it away**
**Another magazine pops out**
**Reads
Miracle medicine from young scientist is a Disaster!
**
**Starts to turn Pages**
**Phone Rings**
"Hello?"
**Talking on other side**
"What? Bombs? This can't be."
**BOOM!!"
"What NOOO."
**Line goes dead**
"Noooo what is going on?"
**Debris Falls Knocking him out**
AutoBiography
As a young blooming scientist you never expect to have things bad happening to you. You never stop to think "Hey maybe I should be more careful." No you don't and that was my flaw. As a young man I was always the smartest graduating college at ten. I was destined to be a scientist but not only that, a leader. I was good at making people seeing my side because I was always bullied as a kid. I might as well have gotten a P.H.D in marketing. I was leading a small group of scientists when I found a miracle. A medicine that you inject that can repair skin. Not any deeper then the first layer it was mostly for appearance, but i was aiming for it to be for complete body repair. Sadly a month later the side affects would kick in. Death, Excruciating death. The skin that was repaired would die off and infect the rest of your body killing off all the cells slowly and painfully. That ruined my Reputation and led to me being kicked out of the group I led. Taking a small grant I tried to repair my reputation and make a revised medication. Sadly time wasn't on my side and the bombs of the Great War went off. Leaving me Scarred and as most raiders call me a ghoul. I've traveled and seen many wonders destroyed and surviving only by my wits and intelligence. I stopped tracking time due to the fact age didn't affect me nor does it affect my surroundings, it hasn't changed since the incident and that bothers me. One day I plan on repairing this scarred world but doesn't seem like anytime soon, no human will even talk to me and most treat me like trash. if I would have only been able to finish my medicine... It would have been different. But I wander until I can settle and live civilized where no raids or murder occur, and no mutants. The scourge of all existence. They so far have showed no remorse and kill mercilessly. One Day I will fix all of this. I will. If I die and someone finds this journal please take my supplies to survive and stay safe.
~Sincerely Luffy
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Accepted
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OOC
IGN: Wolfdancer
Gender: M
Age:16
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Expierence:
Red Dead Redemption (Xbox, small group RP with friends, you may want to not count this)
Garry's mod (PC, Post apocalyptic RPs, CityRPs, DarkRPs [More like DarkDM, amirite?] and of course, Medieval RPs)
Grand Theft Auto : San Andreas, IV (PC - Multiplayer Mode)
Nationstates (PC - Text based game, Nationstates.net)
Counter Strike + Source (Prison Break servers & Other, again, you may want to not count this)
Minecraft (PC - Fantasy RPs + RPGs, Other Fallout related Servers)
Fallout Expierence: Fallout : Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, Fallout : New Vegas, and i'll be starting Tactics next week.
Define Meta Gaming: Giving your character information that he/she would not have, but you as a person do. (e.g. there's a murderer around the corner hiding and I know it, but my character doesn't. Therefore, I can't just give my character the information.
Define Power Gaming: Doing something impossibly overpowered. (I immediately turned around shot the person silently following me in the face)
IC -
Name: Scott Lambert
Gender: M
Age: 20
Race: W
Appearence: Average Height, Average Weight, Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes.
Signifying Traits: Paranoid, Obnoxious, Calculated, Contrived.
Signifying Skills: Smart when there is time to calculate, but not very good at talking way out of a situation. Bouts of paranoia make him a decent sneak when needed, though this is fairly rare and can sometimes do more harm than good.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 5
Perception- 6
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 6
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 5
Luck- 6
RP example:
(Setting, abandoned office building)
(Characters : Scott [a scavenger], Rob [A Mercenary] )
Rob : "Hey Scott, you find anything good?"
Scott : "Does paper count?"
Rob : "Very funny, Scott"
Scott : "Hey, how's marie?"
Rob: "She's fine. You know ,she's pregnant now"
Scott : "You're kidding. How far along is she?, you the father?"
Rob : "Two months now, and yeah, i'm the father"
*Scott gets up and faces Rob*
Scott : "That's great man!, i'm really happy for you"
*Just then, a loud crashing noise is heard in the hall*
*Rob motions for Scott to get out of the way, and finds cover, then trains his rifle on the doorway*
Rob : (whispering to himself) : ", I thought this place was abandoned"
*The door creaks open and a mole rat enters*
Scott : "Borri, you startled me!"
*The mole rat jumps happily into Scott's arms*
Rob : "Tim, I don't know why you keep that filthy animal around"
Scott : "Oh come on, he's a great pet!, better than any dog, anyway"
Rob : "Scott, you need to pay more attention to that thing, I nearly blew its head off"
Tim : "Sorry, Rob"
Scott : "You know, you and Marie should have dinner with Susie and I this saturday, we'd love to have you"
Rob : "Could be fun, I guess, i'll talk to her about it when we get back"
Scott : "We should be going, i've gathered just about all that I can carry"
Biography:
Born in Fargo, North Dakota, Lambert was the son of a Scavenger (His Father) and a Doctor (His Mother). Most of his early life was spent learning both basic survival skills and basic medicine.
Lambert had many friends growing up, most notably Ashley (Bruce) Williams Williams, and Billy (Mike) Beihn. They remain good friends to this day, and often exchange letters.
On his twelfth birthday, his father took him on his first scavenging trip, an abandoned mall complex. Whilst searching the upper floor, he came across something of great interest, a Holotape Store, There he found many films stored away on shelves, in lockboxes, and in projectors. His father assisted him in carrying the projector and many of the films home, as they felt they would be valuable. Whilst testing out the Projector and Holotapes (after all, what kind of merchant sells damaged goods?) they found them to be in remarkably good condition, they could possibly be worth a great deal, but little did Scott know he had found a fortune of his own. These films interested young Scott a great deal, he kept his favorites along with the projector, and his father sold the rest. From then on Scott had made it his mission to continue searching for films, wherever they may be found.
At age 17, Scott discovered a Manifest in a warehouse that showed the possible location of a pre-war Shipment of films, marked January of 2077.He believed they may still be in good enough condition to use. He asked his father and two closest friends to accompany him on a journey to find the shipment, all of them agreed. The next morning they all had breakfast and began the trek.
They arrived there a little over Four hours later, and began the hunt for the shipment. The storage complex was large and complicated, thankfully the manifest said where the shipment was to be stored, the northeast corner of Warehouse 5. They spread out into two groups, Scott-Billy and Scott's Father-Ashley. After a bit of searching Scott's father radioed Scott telling him he had found the warehouse, and Scott followed his directions to get there. Some trouble was had entering the warehouse, as the doors were very large and did not seem to want to budge. Thankfully, being a skilled scavenger, scott's father was able to jimmy the lock and enter the warehouse after about two minutes.
The warehouse was found to be very dim. this did not present a major problem, however, as Scott had remembered to bring a Lantern. The warehouse was a winding maze of boxes, industrial vehicles, and scattered garbage. After about half an hour Scott and his companions arrived at the northeast corner. The shipment, however, was not, in fact, currently located in the northeast corner of Warehouse 5, much to their dismay. After the initial upset passed, they began to search for clues as to the location of the shipment, and clues they found. In an unlocked drawer they found a terminal password, and soon after located the terminal it belonged too. In this terminal there were many messages stored, one of which indicated that the shipment had been moved to Manhattan in mid january.
After he returned home, Scott bid his family and friends farewell, and began searching for a way to reach manhattan. Eventually he found a group of traveling merchants and worked as a scavenger for them in exchange for safe passage and food, he did a good turn for them, and when the time came they did indeed find him a way to manhattan. Eventually, they reached new york, where, true to their word, they found him a ferry.
Updated.
Please read the rules
They're updated :3
App being reviewed - Waiting for changes.
*Liar*
Please, for the sake of everyone else, learn to spell properly.
Reading off your application, you didn't really stand true to your own statement. Along with grammar issues and whatever else.
Please, for the sake of everyone else, take what people say on the internet with a grain of salt.
OOC -
IGN: Hardboiledsheep
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Most of what my character would know, but I read all the overviews and 2/3 of the faction lore
RP Experience: Well I have done some Minecraft roleplay servers, but along with that I have done some D&D, Pen and Paper, Dungeon makers, and I do this roleplay thing with Bethesda's games where I make a character and roleplay as them
Fallout Expierence: I'm working on Fallout 2, I've finished Fallout 3 twice, and I've finished Fallout: New Vegas 3 times I just need to do House
Define Meta Gaming: Meta gaming is using outside information like what you would get from Skype, forums, or even from a friend, and using it Ic or in character
Define Power Gaming: Power gaming is really using RP (I was to lazy to write roleplay) to your advantage, well not exactly that, but saying that your person chops someone's head off before giving them a chance to react, or something like saying you come back from the dead because you were magical, stuff like that (I hope that was an ok definition I know what it is it is just hard to explain)
IC -
Name: Arnold Lindsay
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Hispanic
Appearence: His Sun Bronze skin burns in the bright sun which makes his eyes a tad bit orangey. The large scar on the side of his head goes down his 6'5'' body. His torso is roasting up inside his bright white Poseidon jumpsuit covered in grease.
His reddish brown hair pushed up in the front blows in the wind. The large nose of Arnold brings out his small cheek bones.
Signifying Traits: Arnold has never seen well so when he has his glasses on his perception increases by one, but when he has them off his perception decreases by one. Arnold's fists are like iron, although that isn't necessarily a good thing Arnold is half as likely to miss with his hand or melee weapons, but when he hits it hurts.
Signifying Skills: Arnold has always been handy with tools, his survival, repair, and medicine have been greatly increased.
(Where my skills and traits ok)
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
Strength-5
Perception-9
Endurance-7
Charisma-3
Intelligence-6
Agility-8
Luck-2
RP example: (I'm doing this in the form of what I would type in Minecraft) (After reading this it's a not like Minecraft in the sense that I kill people do keep that in mind)
*Wakes up in the wasteland next to a dead tree*
"Oh **** did I have to much whiskey last night?"
*feels side of head*
"Nope."
"Damn Raiders must of knocked me out!"
*checks his pack*
"**** nothing left!"
*gets up*
*shakes off dirt*
"North correct?"
*heads north*
(Three days later at the enclave base)
Richard Hamsley- "Gone out to scout again Arnold?"
"Yeah..."
*rubs his head*
Richard Hamsley- "Well go on in."
*goes in*
*heads to his quarters*
"Howdy..."
(A shout saying "Raiders found outside!" Is heard throughout the underground hangar)
"How many times has this happen since I've been gone?"
Ryan Baxter- "3 times at night, 2 times during the day."
"They've gotten bad."
Ryan Baxter- "Yeah no kidding!"
*Grabs his Plasma Pistol then heads up to the entrance*
(1 dead Tesla Suited Soldier lays on the ground, ten other dead soldiers lay on they ground)
"****"
"Status report!"
Captain Roy- "3 left."
*grabs the dead soldier in the Tesla armor and holds it infront of him*
*aims and shoots*
(The shot hits)
*takes another shot*
(Misses)
"****"
(A Raider shoots with a Plasma Blaster)
(It hits the suit)
*shouts "Howdy!"*
*grabs axe*
*runs to the raider and knocks his head clean off*
"Yahoo!"
*swings at another Raider*
(Misses)
*swings again*
(Misses)
"****"
*swings again*
(Hits and kills another raider)
*shoots*
(Hits and blasts a raider back)
*shoots again*
(Hits and kills the raider)
*runs and jumps back infront of the Tesla Suit*
Bang!!!
Autobiography:
"I remember a time where I could recognize all of Marilyn Monroe's pornography"
Yup that was me 9 years ago the wise, but stupid Arnold. I was born in a Vault 65 to be exact didn't have a clue what the Enclave was up to, but that's a different story to tell a different time. So my friends of the Wasteland today I shall share with you the story of Arnold The Wasteland Detective.
First off kids I was born in a vault. On my 9th birthday I was sent down to kill the Rad-scorpions which have been invading their vault ever-since well you know how they get in. After I went down I saw it the door was open! Oh gee if you saw what I did, the sky was a bluish greenish the ground was soft and grey, all like the stories have told.
Obviously as you could have guessed I was tempted to hop outside, I did. Although I knew I had to go back in I sat on the dead grass and carved a picture of what I saw. I headed in with my carved Varmint Rifle. I went back in and went to my room. I felt like I forgot something. The Rad-Scorpions!
As you well know the vaults were all a test on government types.
VAULT 65 WAS ROLLING
Every debate was made by a six side die, 1, 2, and 3 were yes, 4, 5, and 6... No.
So with that, one day, when I was 13, the debate was wether to kill all children who could not contribute something, the roll 3.
Everyone panicked, the parents held their children close, everyone was crying, everyone, but me. Everyone, but me for I had a way out of getting out. I grabbed my Varmint Rifle and some average vault supplies and ran. I didn't tell my mom or dad where I went, so I guess they panicked and they rebelled or something, you know.
I ran down and jumped out of the vault door, fell on my face, it hurt! Not muched happened those days until about a month when I found something.
It was large and ugly, but it was that beautiful ugly like when you go to DC and see the Lincoln Memorial. Covered in sand bags. I saw a town, it was a town known as Sairsville. Sairsville was a little peaceful town in the middle of the wasteland, I wasn't even noticed for a while.
At Sairsville the tall buildings were about 3 stories. They had pipelines covering the whole ground and going into all of the floor of the building. The town had the smell of an old shoe and the taste of rust. The shops were in the working rooms of a plaza if not outside, the same with the restaurants. **** if I had known better I would have left.
First off I found work as a chef cooking Brahmin Steak. One day our little stand was robbed, I took out my Varmint Rifle and shot. The robber laid dead down on the ground as the "Officials" (or so they called themselves) came. They asked what happen so I told them the story, they ask where a kid like yo (that's Spanish) got a gun... then I told them the whole story. Being surprised that I've survived this long they gave me a little bit, till what?
What is a weird word it usually means a question but, sometimes it means a whole future. They came back 3 years later on my 16th birthday and enlisted me to work as an "Official".
My first few cases where things like shootings, finding bombs, finding chems, more shootings, ect. My officers saw that I had a knack of finding things. They sent me to find about everything in the east coast. Which was alright I guess until they sent me to find an Enclave base.
Ah the Enclave such a terrible point in my life. First off while I was looking for it I was knocked, out beaten, and stripped. The Enclave base was bright but, cold and unnerving at the same time. They asked me what I was doing here I told them the story, they asked how I got there... I told them the whole story. Soon they knocked me out again but, this time I wasn't in a cage. The intercom told me I could die or join the Enclave, I chose to join.
I spent a good ten years in the Enclave. Then when I was thirty I was sent on a mission into a vault that had cracks in the walls which turned everyone into ghouls. We searched for why the cracks where here. Soon I found a Holotape telling me that the Enclave meant for there to be the cracks as one of there tests. Then it all flashed before my eyes, the reason I had to leave the vault. I ran up and throw plasma grenades at my team. I killed them and ran into the Waists.
I walked for days without a drink or nap. I finally stopped when I found an old gas station. I fell onto my knees crawled to the door and broke it so I could enter. I found Caravan Lunches, Nuka-Cola, and guns! I grabbed a jumpsuit, changed, grabbed a Trench Gun, and walked into the Waistland.
Later I found a town and settled. 2 years later I drank to much whiskey and woke up next to a dead tree.
Excuse me? Though grammatical errors may exist in my application, they aren't blatant, and they aren't extremely far off. My spelling is also correct. My only real errors are the frequent use of sentence fragments, other than that it's pretty spotless.
It's sad that it had to end this way, it really is, but if you don't want good players helping you out, I'm more than happy to go somewhere else.
Now, if you have any dignity at all, you'll accept what I'm saying here, and go on your merry way.
Please keep things on topic, and do not argue about grammar, in fact it's in the minecraft forum's rules. Please do not act like small children, if you do then we will not accept your application as we cannot trust you to be mature. Thank you.
~Katie Park
Accepted! Amazing application!
IGN:CyanideTroll
Gender:Male
Age:16
Have you read the rules:Yes
Have you read the lore:Yes
RP Expierence:I have been in a few other RP situations including another MC server for LOTR
Fallout Expierence: Played every game every DLC and beat them all.
Define Meta Gaming:Using an external source to affect the game.
Define Power Gaming:Making someone do something you want to in RP like "my attack kills you."
IC -
Name:Luffy
Gender:Male
Age:17(Before becoming Ghoul)
Race:Human(Ghoul)
Appearance: No hair, Scars of being a ghoul, Tattered red shirt, skinny, Skin rotting and hard to look at.
Signifying Traits: A born Genius and Charismatic leader, but also a weak fighter and is easily beaten.Although he has become more enduring due to the radiation. Increases Intelligence and Charisma by 1 but decreases agility and Strength by 1.
Signifying Skills:
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-3
Perception-7
Endurance-4
Charisma-10
Intelligence-10
Agility-2
Luck-4
RP Example:
Setting: Pre-War
**BOOM!!**
"NOOOOO not again!!"
**Goes down on knees and cries**
"My life's work for nothing."
"I pay for all of this equipment and even this bunker just for my experiments, and for what?"
**Throws a Vial of Acid**
"DAMN IT ALL."
**Phone Rings**
"Hello?"
**Much talking on the other side**
"WHAT!!?!" , "You're cutting my finding?!?"
"What do you mean no results? I am nearly close to finding it."
"You can't do this!!"
**Line goes dead**
**Sigh**
"I guess I better pack."
**A magazine falls down**
**It reads
Young Scientist Creates a Miracle**
"Huh I didn't remember this"
**Flips Pages**
**Page Reads
A upcoming scientist makes a breakthrough discovery that fixes body parts affected by acid and flame.
Using a small dose of his medicine can make your skin repair itself!! Although it seems only able to reconstruct skin hopefully one day it can go deeper.
Page Ends**
"If only that could have lasted."
**Reaches down to put it away**
**Another magazine pops out**
**Reads
Miracle medicine from young scientist is a Disaster!
**
**Starts to turn Pages**
**Phone Rings**
"Hello?"
**Talking on other side**
"What? Bombs? This can't be."
**BOOM!!"
"What NOOO."
**Line goes dead**
"Noooo what is going on?"
**Debris Falls Knocking him out**
AutoBiography
As a young blooming scientist you never expect to have things bad happening to you. You never stop to think "Hey maybe I should be more careful." No you don't and that was my flaw. As a young man I was always the smartest graduating college at ten. I was destined to be a scientist but not only that, a leader. I was good at making people seeing my side because I was always bullied as a kid. I might as well have gotten a P.H.D in marketing. I was leading a small group of scientists when I found a miracle. A medicine that you inject that can repair skin. Not any deeper then the first layer it was mostly for appearance, but i was aiming for it to be for complete body repair. Sadly a month later the side affects would kick in. Death, Excruciating death. The skin that was repaired would die off and infect the rest of your body killing off all the cells slowly and painfully. That ruined my Reputation and led to me being kicked out of the group I led. Taking a small grant I tried to repair my reputation and make a revised medication. Sadly time wasn't on my side and the bombs of the Great War went off. Leaving me Scarred and as most raiders call me a ghoul. I've traveled and seen many wonders destroyed and surviving only by my wits and intelligence. I stopped tracking time due to the fact age didn't affect me nor does it affect my surroundings, it hasn't changed since the incident and that bothers me. One day I plan on repairing this scarred world but doesn't seem like anytime soon, no human will even talk to me and most treat me like trash. if I would have only been able to finish my medicine... It would have been different. But I wander until I can settle and live civilized where no raids or murder occur, and no mutants. The scourge of all existence. They so far have showed no remorse and kill mercilessly. One Day I will fix all of this. I will. If I die and someone finds this journal please take my supplies to survive and stay safe.
~Sincerely Luffy
You read the rules?
Liar~
How so I thought I followed them?