What rp experience do you have?: I've played Fallout 3 and New Vegas, Skyrim, Obivion, Deus Ex (All 3), Dishonored, & Far Cry 3 (Kind of RPish).
The RP experience you listed includes only RPGs, which while classified as role playing is not the same Role Playing that this sever provides. While In your listed games you only interact with NPCs and in this server and many others like it RP is between players which is very different.
I see. Thank you for your clarification. I guess I'll preorder Elder Scrolls Online and submit a normal whitelist application. Thanks again.
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OOC:
In Game Name:
ZSSPictures
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Timezone:
Central (Chicago)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):
Fallout 3 & New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:
Frankly, I love Fallout and I love Minecraft. What could be better then the two combined and fully dedicated to a real role-playing experience!
Did you read the rules?:
You bet ya'
Have you read the lore?:
Absolutely
IC:
Name:
Mason Kyling
Age:
31
Gender:
Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
Expert hacker & lockpicker, also good with stealth and very deadly with blades and hands. Good marksman too.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-6
Luck-5
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I pulled my gun out of my bag. In the distance I could see the man, barely alive. I approached carefully, staying low and watched for any hostiles. I got to him and analyzed his leg. There was no way to reattach it now. It was too late. I surveyed the area, finding any supplies had been taken by the attackers. As I headed back to the man, I pulled out my bottle of dirty water and knelt down beside him. He struggled to open his mouth as I poured some of the water down his throat. He managed a grateful smile and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He nodded and tried to speak, but winced in pain. I reluctantly took out my stimpak and injected it into his thigh. He ground his teeth for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. He thanked me and asked me to contact the Summit company on one of there channels. I took out my radio, tuned to the channel, and informed them in on the situation. They replied with news that they would send a few men to pick him up and bring him home. They thanked me, and I turned off the radio. I went back to the man and told him the good news. He began to cry and thanked me continuously. I smiled at him and gave him the steak in my bag. He took it and gently began to eat it. I stayed with him until I saw the Summit's men approaching. I then stood up, wished him luck, and went on his way, not telling him my name or anything more.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Mason Kyling was born in a small town just south of the Capital Wasteland. He was to young to remember its name now, as it isn't there anymore. In the Enclave move north to the Capital Wasteland, they laid his town in ruins. He was picked up by an older trader who felt sadness for the child. He raised Mason, and taught him many important lessons that he would have to know to survive. Eventually the trader retired just outside if New Vegas, with 23 year old Mason at his side.
Mason spent the next 8 years living happily, having fun in New Vegas, making friends wherever he went, as he was a relatively friendly guy. As he lived his life out happily, he eventually met a girl named Diana Suthers. After months of seeing each other, he asked her to marry him. She ecstatically said yes. However, two days before their wedding day, the Enclave made an attempt to take New Vegas and the surrounding area. Despite Mason's attempts, he lost his fiancée, friends and the man who raised him, forcing him to flee for his own survival. And from that day forward, he has been wandering the Wasteland, vowing revenge on the Enclave, until his hunger was satisfied, now matter his actions, for as long as he completed his goal, the end justifies the means.
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Why do you want to be staff here? (At least 1-2 good paragraphs):
Well first off, I love being able to help out and I would like to really get involved with a roleplay server with some potential early. I feel like this server is very well put together, and by looking at this post and reading what's going on, the owner seems to know what he's doing, along with whatever help he has. I'm not sure what more to exactly write here, as it kind of mixes in with the other paragraph question farther down the app. But all in all I just want to get involved early with a server like this, and with my roleplaying experience I believe I can help out.
What experience in Fallout do you have?: I've played both Fallout 3 and Fallout: New Vegas, as well as roleplaying on Fallout: Wild Wasteland for a bit
What rp experience do you have?: I've played on numerous RP servers, mainly Tales of Camelot and Frontier of Krinvala
What staff experience do you have?: I've been a Moderator on Mcskyblock.com for a while, and have also owned 2 servers in the past (up for about 4-5 months)
Pick 2 of our rules and come up with 1 situation for each rule in which a player is breaking that rule, and how you would handle it:
Rule #1: No PowerGaming (I see this as one of the most important rules of roleplaying)
A player has just robbed another player on the highway and is being chased by about 4 other players. The player running had ran into a dead end and must turn around and face the consequences. He roleplays as if he miraculously knocks out all 4 players, not even giving them a chance to make a turn, and escapes.
To handle this situation I would of course tell the player of his wrongdoing, if he decides to argue and constantly say that he is in the right then I would tempban him (probably for a day, so he can learn his lesson) and fix the RP situation as how it should have turned out (I would try to catch the player online again to tell him what happened roleplay wise, but I would also warn other staff and players so they can do it if i'm absent). If he doesn't argue and admits to powergaming I would teleport him back to the area (along with all others involved) and let them replay the situation.
Rules #2: No MetaGaming (I see this as another very important rule to roleplaying)
A player who hasn't been on the server long heard through the OOC chat that there was a treasure being hidden in an abandoned house somewhere far away in the map from him. He then begins to head to the house to get the treasure, even though his character had no reason to be in this spot and had no idea that treasure was there.
To handle this situation I would begin by looking into the whole problem, making sure that metagaming actually occurred (and here it did). I would tell the player of his wrong doing, in hopes that he wouldn't do it again and learn from his mistake. If he was a first time offender I would more then likely give a short ban (1-2 days, the time of course depending on the severity of metagaming) but if he had done something like this before possibly a longer ban (5-7 days) or even permanent if he is a repeat offender, which I would then talk it over with the owner or other staff to see if it should be lessened or kept.
Why should we accept you as staff? (At least 1-2 good paragraphs)
I think you should accept me as staff on your server because of my previous experience of owning other servers and being staff, as well as my roleplaying abilities. I feel like I can be a good example roleplay-wise to other players considering i'm a veteran roleplayer. I love moderating and I feel like I can really be a good moderator for the server, helping to ensure that it is a good environment for players, while also making sure people roleplay right and fairly. Also, like I mentioned before, my experience of being a server owner myself can help benefit your server, as i'm fairly good with plugins and figuring out any problems that may occur (not saying to give me FTP access, more saying I could help if a plugin doesn't seem to be working, like your permissions plugin, etc) as well as looking for plugins that may suite needs in the future. All in all I feel like I can be a big help to the server, and not just a moderator that sits around doing nothing.
Anything else to add that might help your chances?
Well as I said before, I have a lot of experience with plugins, as well as permissions and stuff like that. I know being an owner can be tedious so I can help out in ways like that, as well as searching up plugins that could be needed in the future.
Skype (100% necessary but no mic or camera needed): Peppy_c (Apparently there is a lot that comes up, search for the one named "Cameron" or just messages me yours on here if you can't find it)
Also I do plan on making a whitelist app for a character soon, I just don't have time as of today, so that will more then likely come tomorrow.
It was all relatively good until I got to the biography. Few minor things.. You seem to be in New Vegas by the end of your biography, but the server is set in Ohio. If you find a way to make it to Ohio it's alright, but also.. The server is set in 2242, Enclave doesn't have any history of attacking New Vegas in that time frame. Actually, they haven't even left california. If you can fix up your biography you're all set to be accepted!
It was all relatively good until I got to the biography. Few minor things.. You seem to be in New Vegas by the end of your biography, but the server is set in Ohio. If you find a way to make it to Ohio it's alright, but also.. The server is set in 2242, Enclave doesn't have any history of attacking New Vegas in that time frame. Actually, they haven't even left california. If you can fix up your biography you're all set to be accepted!
Oops. Well, I did some more reading on Fallout, and discovered some helpful stuff having to with Fallout 2, which took place in 2241, so now it should make sense.
OOC:
In Game Name: ZSSPictures Age: 15 Gender: Male
Timezone: Central (Chicago) Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 & New Vegas Why do you want to play on this server?: Frankly, I love Fallout and I love Minecraft. What could be better then the two combined and fully dedicated to a real role-playing experience! Did you read the rules?: You bet ya' Have you read the lore?: Absolutely IC:
Name: Mason Kyling Age: 31 Gender: Male Character's signifying traits and attributes: Expert hacker & lockpicker, also good with stealth and very deadly with blades and hands. Good marksman too. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-6
Luck-5
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: I pulled my gun out of my bag. In the distance I could see the man, barely alive. I approached carefully, staying low and watched for any hostiles. I got to him and analyzed his leg. There was no way to reattach it now. It was too late. I surveyed the area, finding any supplies had been taken by the attackers. As I headed back to the man, I pulled out my bottle of dirty water and knelt down beside him. He struggled to open his mouth as I poured some of the water down his throat. He managed a grateful smile and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He nodded and tried to speak, but winced in pain. I reluctantly took out my stimpak and injected it into his thigh. He ground his teeth for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. He thanked me and asked me to contact the Summit company on one of there channels. I took out my radio, tuned to the channel, and informed them in on the situation. They replied with news that they would send a few men to pick him up and bring him home. They thanked me, and I turned off the radio. I went back to the man and told him the good news. He began to cry and thanked me continuously. I smiled at him and gave him the steak in my bag. He took it and gently began to eat it. I stayed with him until I saw the Summit's men approaching. I then stood up, wished him luck, and went on his way, not telling him my name or anything more. Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Mason Kyling was born in a small town just south of Capital Wasteland. He was too young to remember it's name as a group of blood-thirsty raiders came through and laid his town in ruins. He was picked up by an older trader who felt sadness for the child. He raised Mason, and taught him many important lessons that he would have to know to survive. Eventually the trader retired not far south of Arroyo, with 23 year old Mason at his side. Mason spent the next 7 years living happily, making friends wherever he went, as he was a relatively friendly guy. As he lived his life out happily, he eventually met a girl named Diana Suthers. After months of seeing each other, he asked her to marry him. She ecstatically said yes. However, two days before their wedding day, the Enclave swept through the area. Despite Mason's attempts, he lost his fiancee, friends, and the man who raised him, forcing him to flee for his own survival, believing them dead. And from that day forward, he has been wandering the Wasteland, vowing revenge on the Enclave, until his hunger was satisfied, now matter his actions, for as long as he completed his goal, the end justifies the means.
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I'm very excited,8 Days until launch, Just want to say thank you to all the builders, staff, beta testers, and other supporters that we've had helping us.
OOC:
In Game Name:fireball10125
Age:17
Gender: I identify as a dude
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:Reclemation collapsed and I've been looking for another server to apply to.
Did you read the rules?: Yes I have.
Have you read the lore?: Why would I have not?
IC:
Name: Isabelle 'Izzy' Johnson, Born: Nuka Scrap-Runner
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Character's signifying traits and attributes: A strong headed optimist about the nature of mankind, she has bright ginger hair with freckled skin
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 3
Perception- 5
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 9
Agility- 3
Luck- 8
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
{Snipped!}
What do you do?:
"Golly-Gee that's a doozy right of the bat. I dunno, I 'spose it'd be best to try to block up his blood with somethin' like a piece of cloth. Then if I can, get some gunpowder from a couple of bullets. Pistols use black powder, right? Then put some on the place where his shin was attached an' set the powder on fire. Once it's burned it self out wash it with the water. If I can radio for somebody stronger to help me move 'em back to town. Is'at a good answer?"
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Nuka grew up with a small tribe of "runners" a tribe in the ruins of Indiana. As per traditions of her tribe, she never truly knew her parents. She grew to dislike the tribe's traditions as they made contact with the 'civilized peoples. Often she'd steal away in the night to the city, eventually leaving for good at age sixteen. Living permanently in the old city. she got an apprenticeship to a mechanic, learning the language of the wastes along with the working of machinations. From her teacher she learned of huge metal buildings built into the rock and stone, and the rising stone towers of the Old World. Johnathan, her master and an older man from one of the underground citadels, had adopted her as his own child in memory of the family he had lost, giving her a proper name, Isabelle.
Isabelle left the town at age twenty, thanking her aging master for letting her apprentice under him. She left town with one last project from Joshua, a busted pipboy. Which she ended up mangling into nothing more than a radio. Following the rising sun towards Ohio, she began her trek to the Ohio wastes.
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Oops. Well, I did some more reading on Fallout, and discovered some helpful stuff having to with Fallout 2, which took place in 2241, so now it should make sense.
OOC:
In Game Name:
ZSSPictures
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Timezone:
Central (Chicago)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):
Fallout 3 & New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:
Frankly, I love Fallout and I love Minecraft. What could be better then the two combined and fully dedicated to a real role-playing experience!
Did you read the rules?:
You bet ya'
Have you read the lore?:
Absolutely
IC:
Name:
Mason Kyling
Age:
31
Gender:
Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
Expert hacker & lockpicker, also good with stealth and very deadly with blades and hands. Good marksman too.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-6
Luck-5
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I pulled my gun out of my bag. In the distance I could see the man, barely alive. I approached carefully, staying low and watched for any hostiles. I got to him and analyzed his leg. There was no way to reattach it now. It was too late. I surveyed the area, finding any supplies had been taken by the attackers. As I headed back to the man, I pulled out my bottle of dirty water and knelt down beside him. He struggled to open his mouth as I poured some of the water down his throat. He managed a grateful smile and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He nodded and tried to speak, but winced in pain. I reluctantly took out my stimpak and injected it into his thigh. He ground his teeth for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. He thanked me and asked me to contact the Summit company on one of there channels. I took out my radio, tuned to the channel, and informed them in on the situation. They replied with news that they would send a few men to pick him up and bring him home. They thanked me, and I turned off the radio. I went back to the man and told him the good news. He began to cry and thanked me continuously. I smiled at him and gave him the steak in my bag. He took it and gently began to eat it. I stayed with him until I saw the Summit's men approaching. I then stood up, wished him luck, and went on his way, not telling him my name or anything more.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Mason Kyling was born in a small town just south of Capital Wasteland. He was too young to remember it's name as a group of blood-thirsty raiders came through and laid his town in ruins. He was picked up by an older trader who felt sadness for the child. He raised Mason, and taught him many important lessons that he would have to know to survive. Eventually the trader retired not far south of Arroyo, with 23 year old Mason at his side.
Mason spent the next 7 years living happily, making friends wherever he went, as he was a relatively friendly guy. As he lived his life out happily, he eventually met a girl named Diana Suthers. After months of seeing each other, he asked her to marry him. She ecstatically said yes. However, two days before their wedding day, the Enclave swept through the area. Despite Mason's attempts, he lost his fiancee, friends, and the man who raised him, forcing him to flee for his own survival, believing them dead. And from that day forward, he has been wandering the Wasteland, vowing revenge on the Enclave, until his hunger was satisfied, now matter his actions, for as long as he completed his goal, the end justifies the means.
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OOC:
In Game Name: Willhellm
Age: 23
Gender: male
Time zone: USA eastern (-5:00)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 1, 3, FNV. As well as extensive fallout lore research
Why do you want to play on this server? I’m bored, feel like making a character I’d want to play.
Did you read the rules? Yep
Have you read the lore? mhmm
IC:
Name: Isaac Clarke
Race: Ghoul
Age: 197
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: His flesh is falling off, his age leaves him pretty knowledgeable
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-4
Perception-8
Endurance-9
Charisma-2
Intelligence-6
Agility-4
Luck-7
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
It was hot. The kind of hot you usually only feel during the summer, thunderheads loomed threateningly to the east, causing an unusual humidity. Like stepping through a radioactive beast’s jaws. You wouldn’t think it hot in Ohio this time of year, back before the war the air would have been crisp and our minds filled with thoughts of ghosts and goblins, pumpkin pies, candies, football, maybe even starting to think about Christmas. But that was years ago, over 200 years ago now if we wanted to get into the nitty-gritty. Isaac sighed. “Oh how the years go by.” These days it was either a blistering nightmare of sun and scorched earth or a titanic radioactive blizzard, today was different. It was going to be a sultry mix of the two, hot radioactive water and violent lightning was coming. It wouldn’t be too bad on him, the water would revitalize what was left of his taunt necrotic skin, and the radioactive water would feel good, still irritating though. He continued to trudge on, flipping his hood up to try and stay a little cooler until the rain hit.
He had heard gunfire a little while ago, not that it mattered, and rival gangs shot up each other on route 23 all the time. But as he continued towards Circleville the plume of smoke came into view judging by the coloring of the smoke the fire was beginning to dwindle. Whoever won the battle is long gone by now, probably safe to scavenge. He thought to himself noting the birds circling above.
It was a grisly sight to behold; 2 dead, Brahmin guts everywhere. It was difficult to tell where the caravaners ended and the Brahmin began. There wasn’t much left, outside of some spent shell casings and what looked like slag from a plasma weapon. It was a shame, Isaac was running low on supplies. He sighed again, damn raiders could have at least left me something.
As he was about to leave something coughed and sputtered to agonizing awareness, there was another man to the other side of the Brahmin. How he missed him he couldn’t even tell, the guard was splattered and caked with blood and fluids of every kind glistening the inky black of drying blood. Isaac skulked over to the guard to see what happen, the guard was in worse shape than he initially looked, one of his legs was completely gone from the knee down. “Well .”
The guard sputtered some more. “Help m- *cough*” His eyes slammed shut as the coughing spasm wracked his body with pain. “My leg, stop the *cough cough* bleeding.”
Isaac looked at the leg, and shook his head. “Sorry pal, not much I can do for that.” Pulling a handgun from its holster. “I can’t risk it, you’ll slow me down. Hope you understand.” He said, with a lopsided rotting smile. He looked around for something to silence the shot, when he couldn’t find any he settled on the guard’s arm. The guard tried to fight back, but in his condition wasn’t a chance. Settling the gun and arm in place, Isaac made a hushing sound and pulled the trigger. The guard’s head rocked back as the bullet made its way to the brain, silencing him for good.
Isaac looted the guard for what little he had on him, and did one last search of the raided area stripping it of whatever good might have been left, then continued on with his travels. Hey, the ends always justify the means.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Isaac was born before the war in 2045, he was lived a regular Joe life in his picturesque fishing town somewhere along the border of lake Eire. At a young age he took up fishing with his father, and they often took to the lake for days at a time when not at school. School was average, he did his work and left keeping mainly to himself. Isaac grew up mostly alone, it was a small town and he would rather spend his time fishing than playing with the local kids, but as he grew up and had to get a job. He ended up working for a hatchery not too far from town and met his future wife.
When his father died it was tough on Isaac, he ended up spending a lot of time alone on his fishing boat, leaving his wife alone with a new born. Eventually he did get over the death of his father, and began the cycle anew. Things with the war began to get hairy and the threat of bombs loomed ever closer Isaac took his family aboard his fishing boat and they lived on it for several days. And then it happen, they saw the bombs drop while they were on the lake, miles away the shock waves could still be felt destroying Cleveland, even Detroit was visibly destroyed from the lake.
The boat was both his savior and his destruction, it saved his family from being torn apart at the sub atomic level, but the fallout left them all sick, within agonizing weeks his child and wife slowly died as radiation ate away at them from the inside and out while he somehow maintained to appear to keep his health. Isaac did what he could to ease their suffering but there wasn’t much he could do. His hair began to fall out and skin blister. “This is it, I’m finally succumbing” he thought, days passed, days turned into weeks and yet he suffered, longer than the rest of his family. Eventually Isaac returned to the land, and one final trip to his home gathering what supplies he could and plodded out into the wreckage of the new world unable to stay where so many memories would haunt him.
Decades turned into a century, some cruel twist of fate as his body decayed and yet he continued to live. Perhaps he was truly in his own hell. Throughout his life he’s done many things and met many along the way, outliving almost all of them so far, if not by skill, just by determination and luck.
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I really want to join a rp community, and i enjoy fallout as well
Did you read the rules?:yes
Have you read the lore?:yes
IC:
Name:Mega T.
Age:18
Gender:Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Quick leaner/ knows how to use things quickly
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-8
Endurance-7
Charisma-3
Intelligence-9
Agility-6
Luck-0
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:Have gun pointed ad guard, ask if friendly. if not, shoot, but if he is, keep gun pointed while i give him some food and try to patch him up while keeping enough for myself. i give him supplies to survuive, let him use my radio, then after that, i ask if i can take some supplies, if not, i give them to him. i make a makeshift shelter with the wreakage, and take watch for the night.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):a teen who was in ohio at the time was touring a unused (at the time) bomb shelter when the bombs stuck. The bomb shelter held, and they found rations and a radio in there. They quickly heard the news, and i decided to look out, only for be taken hostage.
I managed to escape, because they were a bit dumb. because they didnt know there was a secret esacpe is that cell. not knowing where i was, i set out into the wild new world i used to know. finding a house nearby, i scaveneged for a couple supplies, and found a firearm as well. looking at a map, i quickly decided to go to the nearest town, and that is where my story starts.
Builders App: Why do you want to be a builder here?: Because I am a Builder on both Van Buren and Wild Wasteland and love to build Apocalyptic Styled Builds.
What Fallout experience do you have?: Seen hours of gameplay on the Fallout Games, read the Main Wiki Fallout Lore, some hundred hours on Fallout 3, and just a little on Fallout New Vegas.
How much time will you be able to dedicate here building?: Well during Weekends or Holidays I have between 5-12 Hours but on School Days I will usually only have around 2 Hours.
What Minecraft building experience do you have?:Fallout Van Buren, Fallout Wild Wasteland, hours of Singleplayer, hours of Hardcore Pvp, been around since around 1.2-1.4ish, and etc.
The IC section is for your character, if you don't want us to know your IRL age, that's fine but we need your character's name and age,Edit that and you're accepted
Hey, would any of you guys mind if I did a voice acted Radio playlist for the server, as a threedog/Mr New Vegas style character? I wouldn't actualy use the character just have it be a guy running a radio station and giving the new once a e a week?
OOC: In Game Name: NoJustTheDoctor Age: 15 Gender: Male Timezone: Eastern Timezone Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 2, 3, NV Why do you want to play on this server?: I used to play over at a different server awhile back but the project got cancelled so I decided to stop playing fallout-based servers for a while, but I wanna get back into it. Did you read the rules?: Yes. I will keep the rules tabbed while I play. Have you read the lore?: Yes. IC: Name: Doc Harsch (Same as my real name, I understand) Age: 17 Gender: Make
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Has achluodementia, and is very good at problem-solving and negotiation. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.: (Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose): Strength- 8 Perception- 6 Endurance- 6 Charisma- 7 Intelligence- 7 Agility- 3 Luck- 3 RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below) Time: 3:18 P.M. Location: 27 miles South of Columbus. As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt. Bag contents: 1x 10mm Pistol 7x 10mm Pistol rounds 1x bottle of dirty water 2x mentants 1x salisbury steak 1x Squirrel on a stick 1x small radio (working) 1x stimpak 1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Doc examines the area, checking to see if anyone is watching him. He notices no one is there, but he keeps high alert. He walks towards the guard, and hovers over him as he struggles to keep alive. The man only mutter noises and makes gestures pleading for help. Doc looks at his wound and takes the fact that it is majorly infected and he may not survive due to the infection slowly spreading through his body. It's noticable due to the nerves around the wound oddly coloured and irritated. Their is no point in saving this man, he has done nothing for me, and I wouldn't waste supplies on him. He opens his bag as the man has finally proped himself up. The man turns around to see who is there, but it's is too late for that. Doc takes the nose of his pistol and bashes in the upper-back of his skull. He does this because he wants the man to be put out of his misery and wouldn't want to waste bullets. He hits the upper-back of his skull knows that it's the most fragile part of the skull, and with enough force, can cause the brain to rupture. The man falls to the floor, giving out his final breathe. A tear goes down Docs face, as he glares at the guard he had just murdered. He closes his eyes, turns around and walks away. Doc is not familiar with the lands that he is roaming, but wants to get a hint of where he can find the closest township. He sits down on the floor, and pulls out the small radio from his bag, and tunes it til he finds a signal from a nearby town. He picks up the radio after finding out it's location. He leans next to the barrier, next to the dead body, closes his eyes and rests.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Doc's real name isn't Doc. His real name is Connor Harsch. Connor was a ******* child. His father was never around, being that Connor's mom was a prostitute. Connor was born with achluodementia, which is a mental disorder where he can not be left alone in the dark, or else he will become very hostile. Connor's mom did love him though, so much that she used her prostitution money to help Connor get an education. He was majoring in medicine and human anatomy when he was only 12 years old. He isn't just some school boy though. He was ridiculed alot for not having a father, and his mother being a prostitute. He had to defend himself for neighborhood bullies and even at one point of his life, protect his mother from a rapist.
Connor finished his schooling at age 15. He was ready to start making money for himself and his mother could finally give up on selling herself every night. There is one night that Connor will never forget, the night his mother was murdered. Connor was asleep in the backyard, he hates being confined indoors. The sound of his mothers wailes could be heard from the entire neighborhood. When Connor ran inside but it was too late. The intruder had escaped, and tooks his mother's life with them. His mothers throat was ripped open. Connor looked around to only see that most of the money had been taken, along with other valuables, even the radio. Connor walked over to his mothers body, and fell to his knees in tears. He held her hand for 2 hours and sobbed for all 2 of them. He finally stopped, and got up. He went to his room. He pulled out the carpet from under his bed and openned the safe. Connor always planned on running away, and now he had no choice but to. People would have thought that he killed her. They would put him in jail for years on end and he wasn't willing to let that happen. He grabbed a bag full of supplies, and ran outside. He ran and he ran, he didn't even look back. He will never forget the sound of a man screaming "THE *******! THE *******! HES DONE IT, HE FINALLY DID IT!"
For my other vote
maybe there should be things like deployable homes/tents, and you can build a house, but takes a certain amount of time after building it. you basically go into creative, build the house in the permmitted plot/create a plot with rope, bring the materials, and after a while, the house is built. you can always customize the interior though (but you need to bring the things too durp)
I see. Thank you for your clarification. I guess I'll preorder Elder Scrolls Online and submit a normal whitelist application. Thanks again.
It'd be nice if you could, but if you'd really not want to you can write your own. Make it good though!
In Game Name:
ZSSPictures
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Timezone:
Central (Chicago)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):
Fallout 3 & New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:
Frankly, I love Fallout and I love Minecraft. What could be better then the two combined and fully dedicated to a real role-playing experience!
Did you read the rules?:
You bet ya'
Have you read the lore?:
Absolutely
IC:
Name:
Mason Kyling
Age:
31
Gender:
Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
Expert hacker & lockpicker, also good with stealth and very deadly with blades and hands. Good marksman too.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-6
Luck-5
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I pulled my gun out of my bag. In the distance I could see the man, barely alive. I approached carefully, staying low and watched for any hostiles. I got to him and analyzed his leg. There was no way to reattach it now. It was too late. I surveyed the area, finding any supplies had been taken by the attackers. As I headed back to the man, I pulled out my bottle of dirty water and knelt down beside him. He struggled to open his mouth as I poured some of the water down his throat. He managed a grateful smile and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He nodded and tried to speak, but winced in pain. I reluctantly took out my stimpak and injected it into his thigh. He ground his teeth for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. He thanked me and asked me to contact the Summit company on one of there channels. I took out my radio, tuned to the channel, and informed them in on the situation. They replied with news that they would send a few men to pick him up and bring him home. They thanked me, and I turned off the radio. I went back to the man and told him the good news. He began to cry and thanked me continuously. I smiled at him and gave him the steak in my bag. He took it and gently began to eat it. I stayed with him until I saw the Summit's men approaching. I then stood up, wished him luck, and went on his way, not telling him my name or anything more.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Mason Kyling was born in a small town just south of the Capital Wasteland. He was to young to remember its name now, as it isn't there anymore. In the Enclave move north to the Capital Wasteland, they laid his town in ruins. He was picked up by an older trader who felt sadness for the child. He raised Mason, and taught him many important lessons that he would have to know to survive. Eventually the trader retired just outside if New Vegas, with 23 year old Mason at his side.
Mason spent the next 8 years living happily, having fun in New Vegas, making friends wherever he went, as he was a relatively friendly guy. As he lived his life out happily, he eventually met a girl named Diana Suthers. After months of seeing each other, he asked her to marry him. She ecstatically said yes. However, two days before their wedding day, the Enclave made an attempt to take New Vegas and the surrounding area. Despite Mason's attempts, he lost his fiancée, friends and the man who raised him, forcing him to flee for his own survival. And from that day forward, he has been wandering the Wasteland, vowing revenge on the Enclave, until his hunger was satisfied, now matter his actions, for as long as he completed his goal, the end justifies the means.
Also I do plan on making a whitelist app for a character soon, I just don't have time as of today, so that will more then likely come tomorrow.
It was all relatively good until I got to the biography. Few minor things.. You seem to be in New Vegas by the end of your biography, but the server is set in Ohio. If you find a way to make it to Ohio it's alright, but also.. The server is set in 2242, Enclave doesn't have any history of attacking New Vegas in that time frame. Actually, they haven't even left california. If you can fix up your biography you're all set to be accepted!
Oops. Well, I did some more reading on Fallout, and discovered some helpful stuff having to with Fallout 2, which took place in 2241, so now it should make sense.
OOC:
In Game Name:
ZSSPictures
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Timezone:
Central (Chicago)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):
Fallout 3 & New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:
Frankly, I love Fallout and I love Minecraft. What could be better then the two combined and fully dedicated to a real role-playing experience!
Did you read the rules?:
You bet ya'
Have you read the lore?:
Absolutely
IC:
Name:
Mason Kyling
Age:
31
Gender:
Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
Expert hacker & lockpicker, also good with stealth and very deadly with blades and hands. Good marksman too.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-6
Luck-5
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I pulled my gun out of my bag. In the distance I could see the man, barely alive. I approached carefully, staying low and watched for any hostiles. I got to him and analyzed his leg. There was no way to reattach it now. It was too late. I surveyed the area, finding any supplies had been taken by the attackers. As I headed back to the man, I pulled out my bottle of dirty water and knelt down beside him. He struggled to open his mouth as I poured some of the water down his throat. He managed a grateful smile and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He nodded and tried to speak, but winced in pain. I reluctantly took out my stimpak and injected it into his thigh. He ground his teeth for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. He thanked me and asked me to contact the Summit company on one of there channels. I took out my radio, tuned to the channel, and informed them in on the situation. They replied with news that they would send a few men to pick him up and bring him home. They thanked me, and I turned off the radio. I went back to the man and told him the good news. He began to cry and thanked me continuously. I smiled at him and gave him the steak in my bag. He took it and gently began to eat it. I stayed with him until I saw the Summit's men approaching. I then stood up, wished him luck, and went on his way, not telling him my name or anything more.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Mason Kyling was born in a small town just south of Capital Wasteland. He was too young to remember it's name as a group of blood-thirsty raiders came through and laid his town in ruins. He was picked up by an older trader who felt sadness for the child. He raised Mason, and taught him many important lessons that he would have to know to survive. Eventually the trader retired not far south of Arroyo, with 23 year old Mason at his side.
Mason spent the next 7 years living happily, making friends wherever he went, as he was a relatively friendly guy. As he lived his life out happily, he eventually met a girl named Diana Suthers. After months of seeing each other, he asked her to marry him. She ecstatically said yes. However, two days before their wedding day, the Enclave swept through the area. Despite Mason's attempts, he lost his fiancee, friends, and the man who raised him, forcing him to flee for his own survival, believing them dead. And from that day forward, he has been wandering the Wasteland, vowing revenge on the Enclave, until his hunger was satisfied, now matter his actions, for as long as he completed his goal, the end justifies the means.
In Game Name:fireball10125
Age:17
Gender: I identify as a dude
Timezone: Eastern Standard Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:Reclemation collapsed and I've been looking for another server to apply to.
Did you read the rules?: Yes I have.
Have you read the lore?: Why would I have not?
IC:
Name: Isabelle 'Izzy' Johnson, Born: Nuka Scrap-Runner
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Character's signifying traits and attributes: A strong headed optimist about the nature of mankind, she has bright ginger hair with freckled skin
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 3
Perception- 5
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 9
Agility- 3
Luck- 8
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
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What do you do?:
"Golly-Gee that's a doozy right of the bat. I dunno, I 'spose it'd be best to try to block up his blood with somethin' like a piece of cloth. Then if I can, get some gunpowder from a couple of bullets. Pistols use black powder, right? Then put some on the place where his shin was attached an' set the powder on fire. Once it's burned it self out wash it with the water. If I can radio for somebody stronger to help me move 'em back to town. Is'at a good answer?"
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Nuka grew up with a small tribe of "runners" a tribe in the ruins of Indiana. As per traditions of her tribe, she never truly knew her parents. She grew to dislike the tribe's traditions as they made contact with the 'civilized peoples. Often she'd steal away in the night to the city, eventually leaving for good at age sixteen. Living permanently in the old city. she got an apprenticeship to a mechanic, learning the language of the wastes along with the working of machinations. From her teacher she learned of huge metal buildings built into the rock and stone, and the rising stone towers of the Old World. Johnathan, her master and an older man from one of the underground citadels, had adopted her as his own child in memory of the family he had lost, giving her a proper name, Isabelle.
Isabelle left the town at age twenty, thanking her aging master for letting her apprentice under him. She left town with one last project from Joshua, a busted pipboy. Which she ended up mangling into nothing more than a radio. Following the rising sun towards Ohio, she began her trek to the Ohio wastes.
The ends always justify the means...
Whoops made a math error there. The perception should be five.
Oops. Well, I did some more reading on Fallout, and discovered some helpful stuff having to with Fallout 2, which took place in 2241, so now it should make sense.
OOC:
In Game Name:
ZSSPictures
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Timezone:
Central (Chicago)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):
Fallout 3 & New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?:
Frankly, I love Fallout and I love Minecraft. What could be better then the two combined and fully dedicated to a real role-playing experience!
Did you read the rules?:
You bet ya'
Have you read the lore?:
Absolutely
IC:
Name:
Mason Kyling
Age:
31
Gender:
Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes:
Expert hacker & lockpicker, also good with stealth and very deadly with blades and hands. Good marksman too.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-6
Perception-5
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-6
Luck-5
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
I pulled my gun out of my bag. In the distance I could see the man, barely alive. I approached carefully, staying low and watched for any hostiles. I got to him and analyzed his leg. There was no way to reattach it now. It was too late. I surveyed the area, finding any supplies had been taken by the attackers. As I headed back to the man, I pulled out my bottle of dirty water and knelt down beside him. He struggled to open his mouth as I poured some of the water down his throat. He managed a grateful smile and I asked him if there was anything I could do for him. He nodded and tried to speak, but winced in pain. I reluctantly took out my stimpak and injected it into his thigh. He ground his teeth for a moment, then let out a sigh of relief. He thanked me and asked me to contact the Summit company on one of there channels. I took out my radio, tuned to the channel, and informed them in on the situation. They replied with news that they would send a few men to pick him up and bring him home. They thanked me, and I turned off the radio. I went back to the man and told him the good news. He began to cry and thanked me continuously. I smiled at him and gave him the steak in my bag. He took it and gently began to eat it. I stayed with him until I saw the Summit's men approaching. I then stood up, wished him luck, and went on his way, not telling him my name or anything more.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Mason Kyling was born in a small town just south of Capital Wasteland. He was too young to remember it's name as a group of blood-thirsty raiders came through and laid his town in ruins. He was picked up by an older trader who felt sadness for the child. He raised Mason, and taught him many important lessons that he would have to know to survive. Eventually the trader retired not far south of Arroyo, with 23 year old Mason at his side.
Mason spent the next 7 years living happily, making friends wherever he went, as he was a relatively friendly guy. As he lived his life out happily, he eventually met a girl named Diana Suthers. After months of seeing each other, he asked her to marry him. She ecstatically said yes. However, two days before their wedding day, the Enclave swept through the area. Despite Mason's attempts, he lost his fiancee, friends, and the man who raised him, forcing him to flee for his own survival, believing them dead. And from that day forward, he has been wandering the Wasteland, vowing revenge on the Enclave, until his hunger was satisfied, now matter his actions, for as long as he completed his goal, the end justifies the means.
In Game Name: Willhellm
Age: 23
Gender: male
Time zone: USA eastern (-5:00)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 1, 3, FNV. As well as extensive fallout lore research
Why do you want to play on this server? I’m bored, feel like making a character I’d want to play.
Did you read the rules? Yep
Have you read the lore? mhmm
IC:
Name: Isaac Clarke
Race: Ghoul
Age: 197
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: His flesh is falling off, his age leaves him pretty knowledgeable
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength-4
Perception-8
Endurance-9
Charisma-2
Intelligence-6
Agility-4
Luck-7
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
It was hot. The kind of hot you usually only feel during the summer, thunderheads loomed threateningly to the east, causing an unusual humidity. Like stepping through a radioactive beast’s jaws. You wouldn’t think it hot in Ohio this time of year, back before the war the air would have been crisp and our minds filled with thoughts of ghosts and goblins, pumpkin pies, candies, football, maybe even starting to think about Christmas. But that was years ago, over 200 years ago now if we wanted to get into the nitty-gritty. Isaac sighed. “Oh how the years go by.” These days it was either a blistering nightmare of sun and scorched earth or a titanic radioactive blizzard, today was different. It was going to be a sultry mix of the two, hot radioactive water and violent lightning was coming. It wouldn’t be too bad on him, the water would revitalize what was left of his taunt necrotic skin, and the radioactive water would feel good, still irritating though. He continued to trudge on, flipping his hood up to try and stay a little cooler until the rain hit.
He had heard gunfire a little while ago, not that it mattered, and rival gangs shot up each other on route 23 all the time. But as he continued towards Circleville the plume of smoke came into view judging by the coloring of the smoke the fire was beginning to dwindle. Whoever won the battle is long gone by now, probably safe to scavenge. He thought to himself noting the birds circling above.
It was a grisly sight to behold; 2 dead, Brahmin guts everywhere. It was difficult to tell where the caravaners ended and the Brahmin began. There wasn’t much left, outside of some spent shell casings and what looked like slag from a plasma weapon. It was a shame, Isaac was running low on supplies. He sighed again, damn raiders could have at least left me something.
As he was about to leave something coughed and sputtered to agonizing awareness, there was another man to the other side of the Brahmin. How he missed him he couldn’t even tell, the guard was splattered and caked with blood and fluids of every kind glistening the inky black of drying blood. Isaac skulked over to the guard to see what happen, the guard was in worse shape than he initially looked, one of his legs was completely gone from the knee down. “Well .”
The guard sputtered some more. “Help m- *cough*” His eyes slammed shut as the coughing spasm wracked his body with pain. “My leg, stop the *cough cough* bleeding.”
Isaac looked at the leg, and shook his head. “Sorry pal, not much I can do for that.” Pulling a handgun from its holster. “I can’t risk it, you’ll slow me down. Hope you understand.” He said, with a lopsided rotting smile. He looked around for something to silence the shot, when he couldn’t find any he settled on the guard’s arm. The guard tried to fight back, but in his condition wasn’t a chance. Settling the gun and arm in place, Isaac made a hushing sound and pulled the trigger. The guard’s head rocked back as the bullet made its way to the brain, silencing him for good.
Isaac looted the guard for what little he had on him, and did one last search of the raided area stripping it of whatever good might have been left, then continued on with his travels. Hey, the ends always justify the means.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
Isaac was born before the war in 2045, he was lived a regular Joe life in his picturesque fishing town somewhere along the border of lake Eire. At a young age he took up fishing with his father, and they often took to the lake for days at a time when not at school. School was average, he did his work and left keeping mainly to himself. Isaac grew up mostly alone, it was a small town and he would rather spend his time fishing than playing with the local kids, but as he grew up and had to get a job. He ended up working for a hatchery not too far from town and met his future wife.
When his father died it was tough on Isaac, he ended up spending a lot of time alone on his fishing boat, leaving his wife alone with a new born. Eventually he did get over the death of his father, and began the cycle anew. Things with the war began to get hairy and the threat of bombs loomed ever closer Isaac took his family aboard his fishing boat and they lived on it for several days. And then it happen, they saw the bombs drop while they were on the lake, miles away the shock waves could still be felt destroying Cleveland, even Detroit was visibly destroyed from the lake.
The boat was both his savior and his destruction, it saved his family from being torn apart at the sub atomic level, but the fallout left them all sick, within agonizing weeks his child and wife slowly died as radiation ate away at them from the inside and out while he somehow maintained to appear to keep his health. Isaac did what he could to ease their suffering but there wasn’t much he could do. His hair began to fall out and skin blister. “This is it, I’m finally succumbing” he thought, days passed, days turned into weeks and yet he suffered, longer than the rest of his family. Eventually Isaac returned to the land, and one final trip to his home gathering what supplies he could and plodded out into the wreckage of the new world unable to stay where so many memories would haunt him.
Decades turned into a century, some cruel twist of fate as his body decayed and yet he continued to live. Perhaps he was truly in his own hell. Throughout his life he’s done many things and met many along the way, outliving almost all of them so far, if not by skill, just by determination and luck.
Why do you want to be a builder here?: Because I am a Builder on both Van Buren and Wild Wasteland and love to build Apocalyptic Styled Builds.
What Fallout experience do you have?: Seen hours of gameplay on the Fallout Games, read the Main Wiki Fallout Lore, some hundred hours on Fallout 3, and just a little on Fallout New Vegas.
How much time will you be able to dedicate here building?: Well during Weekends or Holidays I have between 5-12 Hours but on School Days I will usually only have around 2 Hours.
What Minecraft building experience do you have?:Fallout Van Buren, Fallout Wild Wasteland, hours of Singleplayer, hours of Hardcore Pvp, been around since around 1.2-1.4ish, and etc.
Pics of builds required: Currently Van Buren is down for some reason, so much of my current builds are not present here, they still all are of course either my builds or things I was affiliated with greatly. http://imgur.com/EI0HHva , http://imgur.com/V0t7eh4 , http://imgur.com/j65evXs , http://imgur.com/NnZ6dPM, and More if Needed.
Skype Name: Brian Craven / Username : JalopyFusion
IGN: RavenChance101
Edit: Hopefully all issues of the links, grammar, and such are fixed...
The IC section is for your character, if you don't want us to know your IRL age, that's fine but we need your character's name and age,Edit that and you're accepted
Accepted, a few grammar and spelling mistakes but overall good apps.
In Game Name: NoJustTheDoctor
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Timezone: Eastern Timezone
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 2, 3, NV
Why do you want to play on this server?: I used to play over at a different server awhile back but the project got cancelled so I decided to stop playing fallout-based servers for a while, but I wanna get back into it.
Did you read the rules?: Yes. I will keep the rules tabbed while I play.
Have you read the lore?: Yes.
IC:
Name: Doc Harsch (Same as my real name, I understand)
Age: 17
Gender: Make
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Has achluodementia, and is very good at problem-solving and negotiation.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 8
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 7
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 3
Luck- 3
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?: Doc examines the area, checking to see if anyone is watching him. He notices no one is there, but he keeps high alert. He walks towards the guard, and hovers over him as he struggles to keep alive. The man only mutter noises and makes gestures pleading for help. Doc looks at his wound and takes the fact that it is majorly infected and he may not survive due to the infection slowly spreading through his body. It's noticable due to the nerves around the wound oddly coloured and irritated. Their is no point in saving this man, he has done nothing for me, and I wouldn't waste supplies on him. He opens his bag as the man has finally proped himself up. The man turns around to see who is there, but it's is too late for that. Doc takes the nose of his pistol and bashes in the upper-back of his skull. He does this because he wants the man to be put out of his misery and wouldn't want to waste bullets. He hits the upper-back of his skull knows that it's the most fragile part of the skull, and with enough force, can cause the brain to rupture. The man falls to the floor, giving out his final breathe. A tear goes down Docs face, as he glares at the guard he had just murdered. He closes his eyes, turns around and walks away. Doc is not familiar with the lands that he is roaming, but wants to get a hint of where he can find the closest township. He sits down on the floor, and pulls out the small radio from his bag, and tunes it til he finds a signal from a nearby town. He picks up the radio after finding out it's location. He leans next to the barrier, next to the dead body, closes his eyes and rests.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs): Doc's real name isn't Doc. His real name is Connor Harsch. Connor was a ******* child. His father was never around, being that Connor's mom was a prostitute. Connor was born with achluodementia, which is a mental disorder where he can not be left alone in the dark, or else he will become very hostile. Connor's mom did love him though, so much that she used her prostitution money to help Connor get an education. He was majoring in medicine and human anatomy when he was only 12 years old. He isn't just some school boy though. He was ridiculed alot for not having a father, and his mother being a prostitute. He had to defend himself for neighborhood bullies and even at one point of his life, protect his mother from a rapist.
Connor finished his schooling at age 15. He was ready to start making money for himself and his mother could finally give up on selling herself every night. There is one night that Connor will never forget, the night his mother was murdered. Connor was asleep in the backyard, he hates being confined indoors. The sound of his mothers wailes could be heard from the entire neighborhood. When Connor ran inside but it was too late. The intruder had escaped, and tooks his mother's life with them. His mothers throat was ripped open. Connor looked around to only see that most of the money had been taken, along with other valuables, even the radio. Connor walked over to his mothers body, and fell to his knees in tears. He held her hand for 2 hours and sobbed for all 2 of them. He finally stopped, and got up. He went to his room. He pulled out the carpet from under his bed and openned the safe. Connor always planned on running away, and now he had no choice but to. People would have thought that he killed her. They would put him in jail for years on end and he wasn't willing to let that happen. He grabbed a bag full of supplies, and ran outside. He ran and he ran, he didn't even look back. He will never forget the sound of a man screaming "THE *******! THE *******! HES DONE IT, HE FINALLY DID IT!"
maybe there should be things like deployable homes/tents, and you can build a house, but takes a certain amount of time after building it. you basically go into creative, build the house in the permmitted plot/create a plot with rope, bring the materials, and after a while, the house is built. you can always customize the interior though (but you need to bring the things too durp)