OOC - IGN:Darkpieguy Gender:Male Age:14 Have you read the rules: Well of course, I am very frugal. Have you read the lore: Yes RP Expierence: Fallout RP servers Fallout Expierence: 3 and New Vegas Define Meta Gaming: Using information obtained OOC, IC. Define Power Gaming: Doing something that a normal person would not be able to do, or using something to force RP onto others.
IC - Name: Danny Gender: Male Age: 22 Race: Human Appearence: short brown hair that stays out of his blue eyes so he can see clearly, he stays in shape any way he can, and always wears his faded black leather vest over a ragged white tank top, and usually wears jeans with combat boots. His knife never leaves his side, and he likes to have a rifle slung across his shoulder. Signifying Traits: Usually quiet and keeps to himself, only interacting when nessicary. A decent shot with his rifle, but can accurately throw his knife up to 15 yards away, as he has practiced knife skills since he was a boy. He believes that every man should know how to survive on his own. Signifying Skills: Is an average shot with a rifle, accurate with throwing knives, and knows basic survival skills, such as - Navigation, Hunting, Skinning, Cooking, Camouflage, and Tracking. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 7 Perception- 9 Endurance- 7 Charisma- 2 Intelligence- 5 Agility- 5 Luck-5
RP example
*The door creaks as someone enters the house Danny is currently in *Danny pulls his rifle off his back and aims it towards the doorway
"Who's there and what are you doing, you got 10 seconds before I shoot you to "
*A man walks into the doorway, with his hands up"
"I am just a scavenger, looking for salvage, I am sorry for intruding and will be on my way"
"Hold on there ( Perception 9 ) I don't know many scavengers who carry a laser pistol on them nowadays, most know to get rid of that stuff, as to not cause trouble with our power armored neighbors"
"You got me. I am a brotherhood scribe. I came looking for pre-war books"
* Danny gestures towards the bookshelf
"There's your books, get em and get out"
"Thank you sir, what is your name?" * The scribe goes to the bookshelf and starts looking through and collecting books
"Nun'ya god damn business. Get along now."
"Thank you, Again"
Biography:
Early life: Danny was born in a nice home, with parents, and food, which is more than most in the wasteland can say. But no happy story would produce someone like Danny, no, his parents were murderers, rapists, thieves, and all around scumbags. They were just good at it. They provided for Danny with their blood money, and they raised him on horrible ideals. He had nothing but them, so nothing to learn from, but them. When he was young, his understanding of the world was this, animals are food, people are walking treasure chests. He never had any sort of human interaction, besides watching his parents kill trespassers. He had a traumatic experience one day when a family of 3 wandered onto their property. It was a mom and her two kids, she was tan and muscular, from working hard and keeping her children safe. Her two kids, one a boy with short brown hair and dirty scraggly clothes, and the other a girl, in a peach colored dress, her eyes stained red from crying. Their house was built in a widely traveled area, but scavengers knew to stay away from it, these people were obviously not scavengers. Danny's parents came out of the house, each holding a gun, his dad had his rifle, and his mom her handgun. The woman could tell they weren't friendly, as she had heard stories of the duo. They were sporting their trademark bandannas and goggles'.
"Please, i'll give you everything we have, just please don't hurt us" The woman tried to plead with them, her eyes, filled with desperation.
"Danny, go inside sweetie." his mom said in his direction.
As he turned and went back inside the house, he heard three gunshots.
"Why did you have to shoot those people mom?" Danny asked his mother once she came inside
"Because she had what we needed son, that's all"
Danny looked out the window and saw his dad carrying two bodies, the size of Danny. After that, he saw people differently, thought about all they went through, and all their feelings inside. That's when he started to have a conscience.
Teenage years:
When Danny turned 13, his parents began training him to work in the family business. They taught him how to shoot, how to fend for himself all alone, and how to trick people. To make sure he was ready, they were going to have him kill a woman who was tied up out back. He walked outside, and saw her, frail, and weak. She looked like she hadn't eaten in days, probably because she hadn't. She looked at him, and he saw those same eyes, those same eyes from years ago. He couldn't do it, and his parents didn't blame him.
"We ain't crazy, an we don't want you to be either." His dad comforted him with these words, but he knew that his dad still had to kill her, as that was their way.
His mom was still proud of him, in the fact that he hadn't been able to do it
"I hadn't killed at your age, or any age close to it. It's ok"
After this, he got his 14th birthday present. It was a motorcycle, not working of course, but closer to it than anything they had seen before. His parents were skilled scavengers, and his dad knew how to repair it, even though Danny didn't know where his Dad got that knowledge. So, he and his Dad worked to fix it, for years, eating, sleeping, scavenging, fixing, for two years. His parents still went on raids, but Danny had still not been able to kill anyone, and his dad was getting fed up with it.
"You've got to start helping around here! We can't keep risking our lives for you, if you are going to be such an ungrateful little !" his dad would yell at him.
But he just couldn't do it.
His parents knew that one day, the people they have kicked around would come for them. Normal citizens would band together and kill them. It wouldn't be that hard, just show up to the house and start shooting. They wanted Danny to be prepared when that happened, so they would have a better chance of surviving. That day came, and Danny was not ready.
There was no warning, no sign, just gunfire, as windows shattered and splinters of wood supports flew through the air. His parents immediately popped up and began firing at their attackers, killing two, and leaving that much or more alive to escape. They were far away, but they couldn't risk pursuing them. They had to leave, they could easily come back with more.
"Where's Danny?!" His mom shouted
He was sitting on the floor, hands over his head, cowering in fear.
They packed everything up, including the old motorcycle, and left to go to another place. Half a year later, they found it, on the east coast, there was a small town, that welcomed them in, unaware of their past. They blended in, but Danny had a hard time. He had never interacted with people without a gun inbetween himself and them. At 17, with no social skills, he had to learn from people around him how to act. He was still very introverted, but began to understand the workings of being normal. His parents still couldn't fit in though, every once in a while, in this small community, someone would die. It seemed like attacks from wild animals, or just a mugging. The reality was that his parents would kill these people, and take what they have, even if they didn't need it. He didn't know why, but deep down he knew that they were addicted to killing, and would never stop. He gave himself 4 years, he had to leave before then, but he wanted the motorcycle. It was the only thing that mattered to him anymore. That old, rusty motorcycle. After three years of putting up with his horrible parents, he found the last thing he needed to fix the motorcycle, an engine part owned by a local scavenger.
He walked into the shop demanding the price
"How much for that thing right there."
"100 caps, what'cha needit for boy?" he replied
"None of your business, old man"
"All right, here you go"
Danny handed him a bag of caps, as he got the piece from the merchant, he was filled with joy, he would be able to escape the hellhole of a life his parents have given him.
He fixed the motorcycle that night, gassed it up,and packed his things.
The motorcycle was fixed, and Danny was ready. In the last 3 years, he hadn't made friends, or had any good memories, it was just waiting.He knew his parents were evil people, who would keep being evil. With a backpack, his rifle, his knife, and his past wiped clean, Danny rode off, he heard rumor of a city being populated, and wanted to start a new life farther up north. His parent's never woke up to see their son off. They left this world by the blade of their son's knife. He felt no guilt. Just as they taught him.
Huh. Well. I just spent a few hours on my application. Only to realize that you don't have a server. I don't think it's much to ask to wait to accept applications or even post the server until it actually exists. What you're doing here is akin to accepting business contracts for a company that doesn't quite exist but oh, you're planning on making it exist in 3-5 months so no worries right? Wrong. I'm sure someone, i.e. a moderator or other staff member, will tell me to kindly not say this but I feel as if I just wasted those 2 hours. Who wants to get accepted and wait an entire season to join the server? And considering how fast the first Manhattan Project died out? I have no guarantees that this server will remain intact. I've looked at the history of the Lost Days server, and the Manhattan Project, and considering the servers were disbanded for drama each and every time, 3-5 months isn't a good time frame. The drama could already start by then. Sorry for the rant, I'm just asking for a little bit more professionalism. Thanks for listening.
Who wants to get accepted and wait an entire season to join the server?
No one, really. The reason I am leading the staff is that I am more of a player than an owner. I have been in the same situation and, believe me, no one likes to wait an entire season.
considering how fast the first Manhattan Project died out?
It didn't actually die, but the original owner decided it was best to pause the project because of some issues and discussions that were happening within the community (The community being the different Fallout RP server owners.)
One thing leads to another, and there was a series of situations which lead to the server's shutdown. However, the staff was pretty much alive (Mighty Man reference? anyone?) So, we revived the not-so-dead project.
It did, and it caused the server to -almost- die. That's why we took over. Fresh staff, less drama. Why less drama? Because most of us are honeybadgers; We laugh at drama, and don't give a poo about it.
Hopefully, yes. However, we are a little worried about things going slower than expected and not being able to release by August - September. (snipped)
Wow, I wasn't actually expecting a reply. Thanks for getting back to me. I'll probably keep an eye on this server for when it does go up. I wish you the best of luck in the meantime.
Wow, I wasn't actually expecting a reply. Thanks for getting back to me. I'll probably keep an eye on this server for when it does go up. I wish you the best of luck in the meantime.
And considering how fast the first Manhattan Project died out? I've looked at the history of the Lost Days server, and the Manhattan Project
Now i don't mean to be flamy or anything of the like, but i'd like this to be clarified for you sake, and my own.
The origional Manhattan Project server lasted over 8 months. The Lost Day's has nothing to do with this server, and its current staff, but rather my own history and that of Fallout: Reclamation. And to clarify on "drama", it was a large mix of losing friend, both in the community and real life, that caused me to pause the server.
Since i paused the server, miscommunications arouse, and eventually led to others claiming the map, and plotting to take the server from me regardless of my personal state. This in turn made me realize how much the server was going to rip itself apart with me at command. So, i simply shut it down after that time.
Like i said, i don't mean to be offensive, i'd rather that situation be clarified however. I don't expect a response, as i don't feel i dignify one. If you would like to keep this up for whatever reason however, feel free to pm me with your concerns.
On a completely other note, the server looks tip top! You guys should also remember that we have a trailer, and it might help to post it on the forum op ;3
Everything was good except for the RP Example. It needs a bit of detail, this won't be followed by a big red DENIED, it will simply be followed by a good luck! Good luck!
We plan on releasing about 3 - 5 months from now, servers are hard to start these days. So just bear with us please!
~ Katie
OOC -
IGN:Darkpieguy
Gender:Male
Age:14
Have you read the rules: Well of course, I am very frugal.
Have you read the lore: Yes
RP Expierence: Fallout RP servers
Fallout Expierence: 3 and New Vegas
Define Meta Gaming: Using information obtained OOC, IC.
Define Power Gaming: Doing something that a normal person would not be able to do, or using something to force RP onto others.
IC -
Name: Danny
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Race: Human
Appearence: short brown hair that stays out of his blue eyes so he can see clearly, he stays in shape any way he can, and always wears his faded black leather vest over a ragged white tank top, and usually wears jeans with combat boots. His knife never leaves his side, and he likes to have a rifle slung across his shoulder.
Signifying Traits: Usually quiet and keeps to himself, only interacting when nessicary. A decent shot with his rifle, but can accurately throw his knife up to 15 yards away, as he has practiced knife skills since he was a boy. He believes that every man should know how to survive on his own.
Signifying Skills: Is an average shot with a rifle, accurate with throwing knives, and knows basic survival skills, such as - Navigation, Hunting, Skinning, Cooking, Camouflage, and Tracking.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 7
Perception- 9
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 2
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 5
Luck-5
RP example
*The door creaks as someone enters the house Danny is currently in
*Danny pulls his rifle off his back and aims it towards the doorway
"Who's there and what are you doing, you got 10 seconds before I shoot you to "
*A man walks into the doorway, with his hands up"
"I am just a scavenger, looking for salvage, I am sorry for intruding and will be on my way"
"Hold on there ( Perception 9 ) I don't know many scavengers who carry a laser pistol on them nowadays, most know to get rid of that stuff, as to not cause trouble with our power armored neighbors"
"You got me. I am a brotherhood scribe. I came looking for pre-war books"
* Danny gestures towards the bookshelf
"There's your books, get em and get out"
"Thank you sir, what is your name?"
* The scribe goes to the bookshelf and starts looking through and collecting books
"Nun'ya god damn business. Get along now."
"Thank you, Again"
Biography:
Early life: Danny was born in a nice home, with parents, and food, which is more than most in the wasteland can say. But no happy story would produce someone like Danny, no, his parents were murderers, rapists, thieves, and all around scumbags. They were just good at it. They provided for Danny with their blood money, and they raised him on horrible ideals. He had nothing but them, so nothing to learn from, but them. When he was young, his understanding of the world was this, animals are food, people are walking treasure chests. He never had any sort of human interaction, besides watching his parents kill trespassers. He had a traumatic experience one day when a family of 3 wandered onto their property. It was a mom and her two kids, she was tan and muscular, from working hard and keeping her children safe. Her two kids, one a boy with short brown hair and dirty scraggly clothes, and the other a girl, in a peach colored dress, her eyes stained red from crying. Their house was built in a widely traveled area, but scavengers knew to stay away from it, these people were obviously not scavengers. Danny's parents came out of the house, each holding a gun, his dad had his rifle, and his mom her handgun. The woman could tell they weren't friendly, as she had heard stories of the duo. They were sporting their trademark bandannas and goggles'.
"Please, i'll give you everything we have, just please don't hurt us" The woman tried to plead with them, her eyes, filled with desperation.
"Danny, go inside sweetie." his mom said in his direction.
As he turned and went back inside the house, he heard three gunshots.
"Why did you have to shoot those people mom?" Danny asked his mother once she came inside
"Because she had what we needed son, that's all"
Danny looked out the window and saw his dad carrying two bodies, the size of Danny. After that, he saw people differently, thought about all they went through, and all their feelings inside. That's when he started to have a conscience.
Teenage years:
When Danny turned 13, his parents began training him to work in the family business. They taught him how to shoot, how to fend for himself all alone, and how to trick people. To make sure he was ready, they were going to have him kill a woman who was tied up out back. He walked outside, and saw her, frail, and weak. She looked like she hadn't eaten in days, probably because she hadn't. She looked at him, and he saw those same eyes, those same eyes from years ago. He couldn't do it, and his parents didn't blame him.
"We ain't crazy, an we don't want you to be either." His dad comforted him with these words, but he knew that his dad still had to kill her, as that was their way.
His mom was still proud of him, in the fact that he hadn't been able to do it
"I hadn't killed at your age, or any age close to it. It's ok"
After this, he got his 14th birthday present. It was a motorcycle, not working of course, but closer to it than anything they had seen before. His parents were skilled scavengers, and his dad knew how to repair it, even though Danny didn't know where his Dad got that knowledge. So, he and his Dad worked to fix it, for years, eating, sleeping, scavenging, fixing, for two years. His parents still went on raids, but Danny had still not been able to kill anyone, and his dad was getting fed up with it.
"You've got to start helping around here! We can't keep risking our lives for you, if you are going to be such an ungrateful little !" his dad would yell at him.
But he just couldn't do it.
His parents knew that one day, the people they have kicked around would come for them. Normal citizens would band together and kill them. It wouldn't be that hard, just show up to the house and start shooting. They wanted Danny to be prepared when that happened, so they would have a better chance of surviving. That day came, and Danny was not ready.
There was no warning, no sign, just gunfire, as windows shattered and splinters of wood supports flew through the air. His parents immediately popped up and began firing at their attackers, killing two, and leaving that much or more alive to escape. They were far away, but they couldn't risk pursuing them. They had to leave, they could easily come back with more.
"Where's Danny?!" His mom shouted
He was sitting on the floor, hands over his head, cowering in fear.
They packed everything up, including the old motorcycle, and left to go to another place. Half a year later, they found it, on the east coast, there was a small town, that welcomed them in, unaware of their past. They blended in, but Danny had a hard time. He had never interacted with people without a gun inbetween himself and them. At 17, with no social skills, he had to learn from people around him how to act. He was still very introverted, but began to understand the workings of being normal. His parents still couldn't fit in though, every once in a while, in this small community, someone would die. It seemed like attacks from wild animals, or just a mugging. The reality was that his parents would kill these people, and take what they have, even if they didn't need it. He didn't know why, but deep down he knew that they were addicted to killing, and would never stop. He gave himself 4 years, he had to leave before then, but he wanted the motorcycle. It was the only thing that mattered to him anymore. That old, rusty motorcycle. After three years of putting up with his horrible parents, he found the last thing he needed to fix the motorcycle, an engine part owned by a local scavenger.
He walked into the shop demanding the price
"How much for that thing right there."
"100 caps, what'cha needit for boy?" he replied
"None of your business, old man"
"All right, here you go"
Danny handed him a bag of caps, as he got the piece from the merchant, he was filled with joy, he would be able to escape the hellhole of a life his parents have given him.
He fixed the motorcycle that night, gassed it up,and packed his things.
The motorcycle was fixed, and Danny was ready. In the last 3 years, he hadn't made friends, or had any good memories, it was just waiting.He knew his parents were evil people, who would keep being evil. With a backpack, his rifle, his knife, and his past wiped clean, Danny rode off, he heard rumor of a city being populated, and wanted to start a new life farther up north. His parent's never woke up to see their son off. They left this world by the blade of their son's knife. He felt no guilt. Just as they taught him.
He rode off with only one goodbye to his parents
"You taught me well."
Gosh Darnit!
GUYS, READ THE NEW
FLURPO RULES FOR ONCE!
WE CHANGED THEM!
Oh yeah and ummm......
Denied.
Hopefully, yes. However, we are a little worried about things going slower than expected and not being able to release by August - September.
No one, really. The reason I am leading the staff is that I am more of a player than an owner. I have been in the same situation and, believe me, no one likes to wait an entire season.
It didn't actually die, but the original owner decided it was best to pause the project because of some issues and discussions that were happening within the community (The community being the different Fallout RP server owners.)
One thing leads to another, and there was a series of situations which lead to the server's shutdown. However, the staff was pretty much alive (Mighty Man reference? anyone?) So, we revived the not-so-dead project.
Indeed, you don't. But I can assure you it won't die as long as I am alive.
Yup! But it was mostly because it was the same staff most of the time. Same discussions, same hate, same bullpoo.
It did, and it caused the server to -almost- die. That's why we took over. Fresh staff, less drama. Why less drama? Because most of us are honeybadgers; We laugh at drama, and don't give a poo about it.
Professionalism there is, but not the way it is expected.
No problem, that's our job.
Wow, I wasn't actually expecting a reply. Thanks for getting back to me. I'll probably keep an eye on this server for when it does go up. I wish you the best of luck in the meantime.
HERE
One question: How good of a builder are you?
Now i don't mean to be flamy or anything of the like, but i'd like this to be clarified for you sake, and my own.
The origional Manhattan Project server lasted over 8 months. The Lost Day's has nothing to do with this server, and its current staff, but rather my own history and that of Fallout: Reclamation. And to clarify on "drama", it was a large mix of losing friend, both in the community and real life, that caused me to pause the server.
Since i paused the server, miscommunications arouse, and eventually led to others claiming the map, and plotting to take the server from me regardless of my personal state. This in turn made me realize how much the server was going to rip itself apart with me at command. So, i simply shut it down after that time.
Like i said, i don't mean to be offensive, i'd rather that situation be clarified however. I don't expect a response, as i don't feel i dignify one. If you would like to keep this up for whatever reason however, feel free to pm me with your concerns.
On a completely other note, the server looks tip top! You guys should also remember that we have a trailer, and it might help to post it on the forum op ;3
of world painter makes, thank you!
~ Echidna
Good! Accepted.
Nick, get on skype, yes?
Everything was good except for the RP Example. It needs a bit of detail, this won't be followed by a big red DENIED, it will simply be followed by a good luck!
Good luck!
Accepted.
I'm glad to see that people will actually RP as girls, we like to see difference, and having a waste land full of men just won't work. :3
~ Echidna