OOC -
IGN: Chaosmender
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Have you read the rules: I consider myself very frugal with my time, so I think I gave the appropriate amount of time and effort to read the rules.
Have you read the lore: All the Lore readable, yes.
RP Experience: Played on plenty of Fallout Themed Servers, as well as Medeval servers.
Fallout Expierence: Game wise? New Vegas with 3 DLCs', and Fallout 3 with the Anchorage DLC and The Pitt DLC.
Define Meta Gaming: When you use knowledge that you got OOC in IC, Or Using knowledge you shouldn't have In Character.
Define Power Gaming: When you Roleplay actions with absolute, like so. *Kills him with one hit to the kneck*. Not giving the player a chance and making your moves absolute. Which is unfair.
IC -
Name: Caleb Justice
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearence: Black hair, tanish skin, Usually found wearing a grimy lab coat, A mask covering his mouth and nose and part of his face, he also sufferes from Heterochromia making his left eye sort of a light dim blue, also lowering his perception a bit.
Signifying Traits: Photographic memory, partially blinded in left eye, right eye sees better in compensation, very knowledgable.
Signifying Skills: Adapt in the field of Science, mostly the medical field, Encyclopedic knowledge on many subjects.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength- 6 Perception- 4 Endurance- 7 Charisma- 3 Intelligence- 10 Agility- 6 Luck- 4
RP example:
Caleb trudged on the gravel road in dismay, his thoughts droned on and on wondering where his next choice of action was to lead him. "This was a big waste, all there ever is is rubble.. Nothing's left.." he said only depressing himself more. A mere two weeks ago, he had picked up some information of a place with knowledge intact, books in specfics, but that was two weeks ago. Caleb took out his makeshift map, looking around he saw a few options. "Dog City.." he said to himself in thought, he heard of it awhile back. "Preperations will need to be made.." he droned on, as he trudged along. *Snap!* What was that? He thought to himself. "Hey.. Coat boy.. Turn around..", But Caleb knew better, he burst into a full sprint shoving the map into his pocket with no care.
*POW* *POW* The sound of the gun screamed in Caleb's ears, but didn't slow his pace. "STOP!" The attacker ordered, but who was to ever listen to that? Caleb ducked to the left, into the trees, his breath started to leave him. He had been running for a solid minute.. But he heard his attacker behind him, not too far behind. Caleb ducked behind a tree, his face mask masking his gasping lungs. Suddenly, he saw the attacker run past him in a sprint. Caleb stayed silent slowly huffing.. *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant...* He was gone.. Caleb looked up.
"Not this time my little friend" "NOO-" *POW*
Biography:
Caleb was born in a small settlement, made in the ruins of an old relic of a town. Raised by a mother who tried her hardest, and his father Robbert Justice who was the settlements doctor in practice. His home being inside of the library, a suitable place to hold patients and sustain a defensible location with plenty of materials for his father to utilize. Over his years of development, Caleb was taught to read by his Father and Mother with plenty of material to read. He was taught the value of knowledge, and the good it can do. Having to help with the chores of the settlement to contribute, he also learned of hard work and endurance in the mentality of it all. By the time Caleb was a teenager he had started an apprenticeship under his father. Learning the ropes of the medical field Caleb saw lacerations, radiational burns, rashes, the whole pack that came with the Apocalyptic society, and soon learned how to treat each one of the injuries that plauged his people. Of course, along the line, also learning that death was inevitable, this partly shapped the Man Chaos came to be.
When Caleb was 17, his father became sick. Caleb and his Mother cared for him as well as they could but Death's cold hands finally gripped Robbert Justice and took him to where he once came from. Caleb replaced his father as the settlements Doctor successfully, and reluctantly. Over the course of the years, patients came and went, adding to Caleb's knowledge of medical practice, and the fragility of human life. His mother also fell into a deep depression, though life went on, as this was just a part of the Post apocalyptic world that Caleb was subject to. The settlement had also grown significantly over the years, becoming slightly well known by the surrounding populace. Caleb just continued on, reading his books, taking care of his Mother, and healing the settlement to make the funds to get by.
Caleb continuing this pattern for many years, no turning 21 stumbled upon a book. A history book it seemed, it was old, moldy, it was worn. But something about it called to him, the faded red stripes? The weird Symbol with 5 points? He didn't exactly know. But as curiosity was his weakness in the land of knowledge, he read the book. It intriuged him, it seemed more of a fantasy, a story book really, 'America' a country who fought through hardships and prospered. Unbelievable in Caleb's eyes really, but books haven't lied before, why would they lie now? This plauged Caleb, and as he read on he knew he wanted to find the truth of it all. But how to do it, would be a great mystery to him. He needed to prepare, if he was to even consider going out and looking for some remote thing on an answer. And so he did.
A year later, after his Mother had fell out of her depression, and his community had grown and prospered even more. Caleb was ready, and had plans on where to go, and what to do. You see, Caleb was widely known around the surrounding populace as an experienced doctor, bringing many people to request his assistance to saved loved ones. This gave Caleb good knowledge of the surrounding area, and even far off areas as rumors and stories were often shared. So when Caleb finally had all the preperations ready, and made the announcement of his leave, his community was devestated. So was his mother.
He was told he was going to die, he would not make it. Never before had he been filled with so many stories of how terrorizing the wasteland is. But Caleb was naive, and went on anyway. Saying his farewells, he went with a Caravan heading North to find what he was looking for. Really, just some remnants of the Old World. The Old World of America, that seemed just of a fantasy in a book. But he would find it, he would find the ancient fossils. Then, when he found them, he would restore them. Somehow, he'd have to, all he ever saw was suffering. It would be just a dream to fufill some of the things he saw in the fantasy history book.
All would be revealed soon enough, until then. Caleb heads North in search of the lost Society of America.
OOC - IGN: _phant0m_ Gender: Male Age: 15 Have you read the rules: I dont really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal. Have you read the lore:Yup RP Expierence:I played on a couple fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas. Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when you character would not have. Define Power Gaming:When you role play without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*
IC - Name:
Vecher Marx
Gender:Male Age: 17 Race: Human Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wheres a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Signifying Traits: Merciful, Very convincing voice, Very bushy eyebrows, Signifying Skills: Charismatic, Very Lucky, Hearing isn't the best but its good enough in a wasteland. S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-5 Perception-4 Endurance-5 Charisma- 8 Intelligence-5 Agility- 5 Luck-8
RP example:
Vecher pushed the door open slowly, carefully stepping through into the hut. He expected no one to be inside because it was the morning so he continued in. A metal glint caught his eye & he realized that a rifle & ammo was sitting on a rotting table.
Biography: Vecher Marx was born to a family of merciless killers , he was raised watching countless innocent people killed by his parents hands. At the age of 7 he was forced to kill a innocent trader by his father.He was then taught how to pick locks at the age of 8 though his father taught him many things he did not like how his father killed when it was not necessary so he left at the age of 10. He then survived by stealing from unsuspecting bandits and moving constantly never lingering in one place he practiced picking locks constantly and became very skilled at it.All these experiences made him grow up. By the age of 20 he joined a group of thieves who eventually unsuccessfully tried to kill him because he refused to kill a man who only had ten caps. He then went back to roaming and was occasionally asked by people to steal certain things in exchange for caps. Vecher was once even asked to steal a gun from a member of BOS which he stole unsuccessfully and was on the run for two months.Eventually though he collected a large sum of caps which he kept hidden,ironically though the caps he had worked hard to steal were stolen when he closed his eye just for one minute, he then vowed that if he found this man it would be absolutely necessary to kill him and get the caps he earned back.
OOC - IGN: peyton Gender: male Age: 19 Have you read the rules: yes i did and i can be frugal when i need to be but i will give people who really need something a little help Have you read the lore: indeed RP Expierence: i have played games with role playing elements but actually interaction with other players is limited but im am learning and do believe that i have a fair understanding of what is expected of me Fallout Expierence: i have played all of the games except for tactics (including brotherhood of steel *shudder*) i am an enormous fan of the series i love the games and wright my own fan fictions Define Meta Gaming: when one uses outside knowledge of the game to gain an unfair advantage in the game (ie asking around through email to find settlements treasure or other in game goodies) Define Power Gaming:making your character a virtual god impervious and impossible to destroy * i groin punch you so hard you explode forever*
IC - Name:peyton perks Gender: male Age: 15 Race: Israelite Appearence: tall, broad shoulders short black hair, green eyes, thin five-a-clock shadow Signifying Traits: trys to solve things diplomatically and understands when intimidation will and wont work, he has the thousand yard stare of a mna with a past and has a hint of pain in his voice, Signifying Skills: neural implants given to him at a young age that help him signify peoples emotions and feelings with an approximated 88% chance of accuracy predicting responses based on situations S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s: (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-6 Perception-2 Endurance-3 Charisma-9 Intelligence-9 Agility-3 Luck-9
RP example: he walked into the bar it was desolate near empty in fact but he saw the bartender standing behind the counter awfully pleased with himself peyton: wiskey Bartender: caps peyton: he slammed down 20 NCR money ​Bartender: i asked for caps if i wanted useless paper i would have moved to the commonwealth peyton laughs he is actually amused by this peyton: i think i have a few in my coat hang on peyton rustles around in his duster and pulls out a small sheet of paper that is folded in half it says "read me" on the front the bartender picks up the note and reads it "if you make a noise you will die if you run you will die if you do anything besides exactly what i tell you you will die look up" he sees peyton pointing a 10mm pistol at him peyton: show me your room they walk up stairs and into the room peyton: were is it? bartender: what? peyton:dont treat me like im a mutant because sir i was raised enclave and if you treat me like a mutant ill have to do the same to you peyton takes off the safety peyton: and you know what the enclave does to mutants right? bartender: NEWYORK! peyton: NEW YORK!? peyton: if your lying to me i swear to god peyton lowers the gun peyton: you better pray this is my last drink here
Biography: peyton was born before the war an was placed into vault 72 before the bombs fell. in this vault the experiment was cryo stasis until released. during an enclave scouting mission in arkansas the troops found the vault and freed the residents peyton joining in hopes of rebuilding what he knew before being frozen
peyton was selected to be fitted with neural implants that would turn him into a super solider he was opted and give the implants at 15. he was the Guinea pig for this and was the only one selected for the experiments but unfortunately they backfired removing his killer instincts and turning him into a diplomat. he was a legend and possible candidate for future presidency but lost all respect when he proposed an enclave brotherhood alliance
he was out collecting ghoul tissue samples when he returned to raven rock only to find it destroyed. peyton realized there was nothing left and traveled to the west in a refurbished car hellbent on destroying the brotherhood, that is untill the car broke down in the mojave wasteland he realized he could go no further and established a small farm untill the NCR claimed his land during the war with the B.O.S. he quickly enlisted to help fight the brotherhood and earned the rank of ranger due to his ability to convince many groups to outright surrender without hostility. after the war ended peyton realized there was nothing left for him and after stealing a motorcycle from the brotherhood made his way back home peyton climbed back into his old stasis pod in vault 72 and was ready to sleep...forever.
it was in 2290 that a band of super mutants awoke him from stasis peyton was scared at first but the leader was friendly he told him he had come from the capital wasteland was in search of a new home he assumed peyton was trapped and freed him. peyton realized that he was unarmed and that leaving peacefully was his best option and as he walked away he realized that maybe the mutants are more layered than he thought. miraculously the motorcycle was there and after hearing many stories of a possible new enclave city peyton was lead to a bartender who may have the answers he seeks...
Not a accept/deny thing, I'm not an admin, just gonna say, Raven Rock was destroyed three years after the conflict with the brotherhood and ncr began
that awkward moment when im waaaaaaaaay wrong with my dates. thank you for doing this i appreciate this thank you ill need to tweak that but all in all what do you think i mean do you think it is worth acceptance?
Accepted!
Your application can obviously be improved, which you should do, but it was decent.
Edit you character description, it's a little short.
Same with your RP.
Biography was very nice.
Denied.
Unfortunately, your RP example and biography is somewhat lacking.
Some of your lore is incorrect, vault 72 specifically.
Super mutants aren't friends in most cases, so you may want to edit that.
Accepted!
Just a few notes:
Black rain wouldn't wipe out a species in a day.
Ghouls don't turn into ghouls overnight, most take a few years. Same with feral ghouls. However, if you're talking about marked men your character would be more acceptable.
No vaults in central america, unless you mean the center of the USA.
Some of your details about his travels, like the china part, are kind of strange.
OC -
IGN: _phant0m_
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: I dont really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
Have you read the lore:Yup
RP Expierence:I played on a couple fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when you character would not have.
Define Power Gaming:When you role play without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*
IC -
Name:
Vecher Marx
Gender:Male
Age: 17
Race: Human/Cyborg
Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wheres a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Right eye is a poorly made cybernetic eye. Right arm is a horribly low qualitly robotic limb.
Signifying Traits: Merciless, Very convincing voice, low quality robotic limb and cybernetic eye
Signifying Skills: Quick on his feet,Bad eyesight in cybernetic eye,poor control of cybernetic arm,very good at fixing things.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-6
Perception-4
Endurance-5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence-8
Agility- 8
Luck-5
RP example: "100 caps at least." Vecher said to Josh.
"Ill give you 75 caps this gun really isn't that important to me and I could get anyone to fix it" Josh replied.
"I doubt that 100 caps or nothing man."
"Fine, fine you'll get your caps"
Josh then reached in his pocket and handed Vecher a bag of caps and his gun with a solemn look.
"I expect it done in a couple hours Vecher or else." Josh then made a gun with his finger and pointed it at Vecher and then pulled his imaginary guns trigger and said "PEW!"
Vecher gave him a look of annoyance then said "It'll get fixed when i get to it.
They both then turned away from each other and began walking away.
As Vecher was walking he started counting his caps after counting once and then recounting just to be sure Vecher turned around and screamed "HEY GET BACK HERE WITH THE REST OF MY CAPS!" Josh who was a very stingy man and disliked cyborgs had only given him the 75 caps he had first proposed.
Vecher began to chase after the man with incredible speed. Josh who realized that he was caught also ran but was quickly caught up too. Josh turned around to see a enraged Vecher glaring at him.
"It was just a mistake Vecher, my buddy, my pal."
"This mistake just happened to be the same amount as your first proposal then? I'll give you one last chance to make up with me. You give me the 25 caps you still owe me and I'll forget this ever happened OK?" Vecher replied.
" I would never pay full price to let a abomination like you fix up my weapons. Go back to whatever dirty place you live in and stay there. " Josh replied with hatred.
Him saying this made Vecher so angry that he cocked back his right arm to punch Josh right in the face. The only problem was that when he coked it back his arm started moving randomly and Vecher had no control of it.
"God damn Âty arm! Guess ill have to use good old lefty then." Vecher said as he cocked back his left arm and punched Josh's light out.
Vecher then walked up to Josh and reached in his pocket and took out 25 caps and exclaimed to himself "Guess you just payed full price to a abomination like me then. Ha!. He then dropped the gun he was payed to fix right next to Josh and started to walk to another town because after that stunt he sure wouldn't be welcomed there again..
Biography:
Vecher Marx was born to a group of Salvagers in Denver. He would go from skyscraper to skyscraper with his parents finding a large array of valuable items that they would sell to wandering travelers. One day while Vecher was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Vecher thought the world looked amazing and he walked around the streets looking at everything and he wondered why his parents told him not to go down here. The sounds of dogs barking erupted from the streets but Vecher was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Vecher looked behind him to see a pack of feral dogs running towards him and he bolted towards a nearby store and locked the door. Inside the store there was another Scavenger inside and Vecher pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Vecher up and tossed him outside the window at the dogs. The dogs tore at the child, chewing off his arm and biting the right side of his face. By the time Vecher parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death. Vecher's parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius, Vecher's younger brother, was the only person that cared for Vecher anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Vecher was 17 and Macharius was 16 they had devised a plan to run away with all the advanced technology their parents had looted from the city. Vecher's wounds had fully healed but he could not use his Right Eye and his right arm was completely gone. At night Him and his brother stole the two giant bags of ancient and valuable technology his parents had and ran towards the interstate were the dogs would not find them. Once they had reached the highway they started to walk away from Denver. While travelling down to what is Arizona they had found a interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Vecher's arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Vecher a new arm and eye. Vecher was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and a assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with a almost broken cybernetic one. Vecher yelled at the man at the man to take it back but took out a ancient energy weapon and aimed at Vecher. Vecher and Macharius walked down the road towards Arizona without any food/water/equipment then they finally reached a city. The town had bountiful technology but most of it was decayed and the residents did not know what to do with it. Vecher repaired most of it from what he learned from his parents. The town did not thank him or pay him they just looked at him in disgust. Him and his brother had settled down into the town, Vecher would repair things in the back of the building were people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Marcharius never talked to Vecher anymore he would just go into the back throw something at him and expect him to fix it when he got back. Three years later when Macharius threw a pistol at him, Vecher stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back. Vecher took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town.
Redid it with a whole new story actually put a bit more effort into this one.
OOC -
IGN: madprotester
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Of whats available
RP Experience:The Vault RP since Crisis
Fallout Experience: Fallout 1,2,3,New Vegas
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC resources for IC (most common meta-game is using player tags to located other players
Define Power Gaming: Ways of role playing(usually combat) between rpers that only leads to one result overpowering the other as they won't have an alternative option ie): P1 punched you in the face (face will get smashed) (power gaming
instead of P1 tried to punch you (face might get smashed) (not power gaming
IC -
Name: Jacob West
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human
Appearence:
Signifying Traits:An absolute Loot *****, but uses the items he obtains sparingly, have the tendency of misusing resources when he does use them, prefers avoiding direct confrontations during battle, Frugal as Heck
Signifying Skills: Gun Nut, Robotics Expert, Jury Rigging, Skilled
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-5 Perception-6 Endurance-6 Charisma-5 Intelligence-7 Agility-7 Luck-4
RP example:
(Insert player name)approaches town gate
(Insert Guard name)spots someone approaching
(Insert Guard name)Points pistol
(Insert Guard name): Halt!
(Insert player name) Stops where he is
(Insert Guard name): You there, slowly move towards me with your hands up, any silly movements and ill pump you full of lead
(Insert Guard name): Who are you? and what do you want?
(Insert player name): I'm just a traveler coming to trade for supplies
(Insert Guard name): Alright,your clear, just just keep your weapons holstered, don't take whats not yours and we won't have a problem
(Insert Guard name) :Go straight down the road then turn left when you reach at the water tower and you'll be at the trading post
(Insert Guard name) Waves at gate
(Insert Guard name)yells: Ey! you pricks open up, this one is clear
Biography:
Jacob was a member of a group of settlers living in an abandoned Vault Tec Vault. For reasons unknown to the settlers all inhabitants of the vault were missing when they discovered the vault, after an earthquake revealed its gear shaped airlock, the vault itself remains mostly intact, but the earthquake have badly damaged the all the systems in the lower levels, reducing the power output of its reactor, no longer able to power all the vault's systems at the same time.
Jacob was an orphan, adopted by one of the families during their search for refuge, when his family members were killed during a raider raid when he was still a child. At a young age stuck in an underground vault with a lack of things to do other than labor he started to fiddle with whatever he can get his hands on to pass the time, spending his early day exploring deep into the vault, tinkering machines he stumbles upon, searching every nooks and cranny, reading all that he comes across in the vault, developing an interest in the technology of old before the world was set on fire.
The settlers managed to survive underneath the harsh waste, farming crops underground to sustain themselves, watering the crops using the Vault's water purification system held together by scraps and duct tape, only venturing out of the Vault when they need supplies unable to obtain by themselves. Jacob, now a skilled engineer was able to repair the vault's systems one by one over the years, reactivating different features of the vault to the best of his abilities. Upon doing all there is to do in the vault, Jacob began to look out of the vault, now wanted to head out in to the waste, to wander the world seeking the unknown.
Jacob, with a multi-tool in his pocket and a laser pistol by his side, stepped out of the vault and went on into the wasteland, with only the knowledge of the other settlers and no personal experience. Traveling across Post War America, he eventually wandered into the Capital Wasteland walking into a treasure trove of pre-war artifacts.
Before long he became a freelance hunter, making a living by retrieving machine parts, holotapes and other valuables among the ruin of Washington DC, while accessing old terminals, reading pre war materials, increasing his knowledge and experience for the next three years, when a job in the Vault Tec headquarthers he came upon upon Horace Pinkerton, Jacob then spend the next 5 years following Pinkerton wherever he goes, trying to learn from him despite of Pinkerton's weariness of people, keep telling Jacob to leave him alone. In those eventful years Jacob learned from Pinkerton his scientific knowledge as well as the skills for performing a facial reconstruction surgery.
When nothing else can be learned from Pinkerton he left the capital wasteland, journeying north, on the search for knowledge and discoveries
Denied. However, I did enjoy the improvement, very good additions. I think maybe a little more detail and fixing some of your grammar will get you accepted.
Denied. However, I did enjoy the improvement, very good additions. I think maybe a little more detail and fixing some of your grammar will get you accepted.
OOC -
IGN: madprotester
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Of whats available
RP Experience:The Vault RP since Crisis
Fallout Experience: Fallout 1,2,3,New Vegas
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC resources for IC (most common meta-game is using player tags to located other players
Define Power Gaming: Ways of role playing(usually combat) between rpers that only leads to one result overpowering the other as they won't have an alternative option ie): P1 punched you in the face (face will get smashed) (power gaming
instead of P1 tried to punch you (face might get smashed) (not power gaming
IC -
Name: Jacob West
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human
Appearence:
Signifying Traits:An absolute Loot *****, but uses the items he obtains sparingly, have the tendency of misusing resources when he does use them, prefers avoiding direct confrontations during battle, Frugal as Heck
Signifying Skills: Gun Nut, Robotics Expert, Jury Rigging, Skilled
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10) Strength-5 Perception-6 Endurance-6 Charisma-5 Intelligence-7 Agility-7 Luck-4
RP example:
(Insert player name)approaches town gate
(Insert Guard name)spots someone approaching
(Insert Guard name)Points pistol
(Insert Guard name): Halt!
(Insert player name) Stops where he is
(Insert Guard name): You there, slowly move towards me with your hands up, any silly movements and ill pump you full of lead
(Insert Guard name): Who are you? and what do you want?
(Insert player name): I'm just a traveler coming to trade for supplies
(Insert Guard name): Alright,your clear, just just keep your weapons holstered, don't take whats not yours and we won't have a problem
(Insert Guard name) :Go straight down the road then turn left when you reach at the water tower and you'll be at the trading post
(Insert Guard name) Waves at gate
(Insert Guard name)yells: Ey! you pricks open up, this one is clear
Biography:
Jacob was a member of a group of settlers living in an abandoned Vault Tec Vault. For reasons unknown to the settlers all inhabitants of the vault were missing when they discovered the vault, after an earthquake revealed its gear shaped airlock, the vault itself remains mostly intact, but the earthquake have badly damaged the all the systems in the lower levels, reducing the power output of its reactor, no longer able to power all the vault's systems at the same time.
Jacob was an orphan, adopted by one of the families during their search for refuge, when his family members were killed during a raider raid when he was still a child. At a young age stuck in an underground vault with a lack of things to do other than labor he started to fiddle with whatever he can get his hands on to pass the time, spending his early day exploring deep into the vault, tinkering machines he stumbles upon, searching every nooks and cranny, reading all that he comes across in the vault, developing an interest in the technology of old before the world was set on fire.
The settlers managed to survive underneath the harsh waste, farming crops underground to sustain themselves, watering the crops using the Vault's water purification system held together by scraps and duct tape, only venturing out of the Vault when they need supplies unable to obtain by themselves. Jacob, now a skilled engineer was able to repair the vault's systems one by one over the years, reactivating different features of the vault to the best of his abilities. Upon doing all there is to do in the vault, Jacob began to look out of the vault, now wanted to head out in to the waste, to wander the world seeking the unknown.
Jacob, with a multi-tool in his pocket and a laser pistol by his side, stepped out of the vault and went on into the wasteland, with only the knowledge of the other settlers and no personal experience. Traveling across Post War America, he eventually wandered into the Capital Wasteland walking into a treasure trove of pre-war artifacts.
Before long he became a freelance hunter, making a living by retrieving machine parts, holotapes and other valuables among the ruin of Washington DC, while accessing old terminals, reading pre war materials, increasing his knowledge and experience for the next three years, when a job in the Vault Tec headquarthers he came upon upon Horace Pinkerton, Jacob then spend the next 5 years following Pinkerton wherever he goes, trying to learn from him despite of Pinkerton's weariness of people, keep telling Jacob to leave him alone. In those eventful years Jacob learned from Pinkerton his scientific knowledge as well as the skills for performing a facial reconstruction surgery.
When nothing else can be learned from Pinkerton he left the capital wasteland, journeying north, on the search for knowledge and discoveries
OOC -
IGN: Echidna_Uno
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Have you read the rules: Indeed.
Have you read the lore: Yes.
RP Expierence: I have roleplayed as a survivalist in a zombie Apocalypse, and roleplayed as a theif in a dark ages roleplay
Fallout Expierence: Played most of Fallout 3, finished Fallout NV.
Define Meta Gaming: A term used to describe method and strategy in a game with a ruleset.
Define Power Gaming: Not playing by the rules, ignoring the NLR and RP set to get to the "top".
Skype - katieparkmccreeper
IC -
Name: Katie Park
Gender: Female
Age: Arround 21 (as of the time on her pip-boy)
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: Black hair with Greenish-grey eyes
Signifying Traits: Wary of others. Does not go hungry easily from months of getting used to little or no food.
Signifying Skills: Able to move around unnoticed by the unwary eye. (guards can and might spot her) Easy to work as a thief.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 6
Endurance- 9
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 6
Luck- 3
RP example:
The scene is a dry, burnt up trading town in Manhatten. With only a few people in the gun store. Not much is being noted by the civilians who throughout their daily lives in small little shacks scattered around. Katie walks along the shelves, looking for a good place that the owner can't spot her take a handgun. As she finds a spot, a man walks quietly along the isles. Unnoticed by Katie. As she quickly slips the gun into her pouch and starts to walk towards the door, the man stops her. He holds her by the arm as she stares blankly into space, waiting for her next move...
"Well well well... What do we have here? A pretty young lady trying to steal a handgun? Trying to slip away unnoticed by anyone?" The man asks. "Depends on how you look at the situation... Maybe I'm just, lets say, borrowing it until further notice?" She replies, slowly drawing out a small blade. Everyone in the shop starts to look at the pair. "How about... No. Now, let's just put that gun back on the rack and pretend this never happened, okay?" The man says, as he notices the knife at his stomach. Katie pulls away from the man, putting the gun back on the shelf. "Fine then, I'll be on my way if you would be so kind." She says. The man looks at her confused. "So, you think you can just get away like that? Without paying a price for our attempt to steal from this old man's shop?" "Well, not exactly, no." She replies quietly. "I think a small price might not be too much to ask for..." "Glad we see eye to eye on that!" The man laughs, stopping abruptly as a knife is now lodged in his throat. Dying from blood loss, the man falls to the ground. "You there, stop! Get that girl!" A man says chasing after her. From behind the man rings a gunshot, the bullet, striking Katie, knocks her to the ground. Then everything fades to black as she bleeds out on the old, rusty concrete.
Biography:
Katie Park was born in the year 2269. She has had not much of a life except stealing and killing to provide for her family. Trusting no one, barely even herself sometimes, she walks through the tough wasteland life after her parents and brother were murdered by a group of looters when she was 12 for a single sack of caps. She now walks alone, sometimes stealing from shops to get food and ammunition for her 9mm handgun. She is armed only with her gun and a hunting knife. Many times she has almost been killed while shoplifting, but with her ability to sneak around unnoticed by the unwary eye, she is able to sneak around grabbing things with ease. Katie is about 5' 6" with long black hair and greenish-grey eyes. (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv) Katie has been clinging on to survival since she was 12, stealing from stores, mugging people, all sorts of things. She doesn't have much money but will do anything to keep herself safe. Stopping only occasionally to rest or actually buy or sell something, she carries on with her wasteland story. Maybe, just maybe, she might change her ways and abide to the laws, but until then, she continue to walk alone...
Tell me if you need me to make any edits, or add anything else! Thanks!
-Katie Park
As much as it pains me to do so, denied!
Your special doesn't really match your biography, ie someone with stealth should have an agility higher than six.
Also, your bio could be a little longer and you metagaming definition is off.
OOC -
IGN: Echidna_Uno
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Timezone: Central time zone - Texas
Have you read the rules: Indeed.
Have you read the lore: Yes.
RP Experience: I have roleplayed as a survivalist in a zombie Apocalypse, and roleplayed as a theif in a dark ages roleplay
Fallout Experience: Played most of Fallout 3, finished Fallout NV.
Define Meta Gaming: The act of using outside or previously gained knowledge within a gaming universe for personal gain or advantage
Define Power Gaming: Not playing by the rules, ignoring the NLR and RP set to get to the "top".
Skype - katieparkmccreeper
IC -
Name: Katie Park
Gender: Female
Age: Arround 21 (as of the time on her pip-boy)
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Black hair with Greenish-grey eyes (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv)
Signifying Traits: Wary of others. Does not go hungry easily from months of getting used to little or no food.
Signifying Skills: Able to move around unnoticed by the unwary eye. (guards can and might spot her) Easy to work as a thief.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 9
Luck- 3
RP example:
The scene is a dry, burnt up trading town in Manhatten. With only a few people in the gun store. Not much is being noted by the civilians who throughout their daily lives in small little shacks scattered around. Katie walks along the shelves, looking for a good place that the owner can't spot her take a handgun. As she finds a spot, a man walks quietly along the isles. Unnoticed by Katie. As she quickly slips the gun into her pouch and starts to walk towards the door, the man stops her. He holds her by the arm as she stares blankly into space, waiting for her next move...
"Well well well... What do we have here? A pretty young lady trying to steal a handgun? Trying to slip away unnoticed by anyone?" The man asks. "Depends on how you look at the situation... Maybe I'm just, lets say, borrowing it until further notice?" She replies, slowly drawing out a small blade. Everyone in the shop starts to look at the pair. "How about... No. Now, let's just put that gun back on the rack and pretend this never happened, okay?" The man says, as he notices the knife at his stomach. Katie pulls away from the man, putting the gun back on the shelf. "Fine then, I'll be on my way if you would be so kind." She says. The man looks at her confused. "So, you think you can just get away like that? Without paying a price for our attempt to steal from this old man's shop?" "Well, not exactly, no." She replies quietly. "I think a small price might not be too much to ask for..." "Glad we see eye to eye on that!" The man laughs, stopping abruptly as a knife is now lodged in his throat. Dying from blood loss, the man falls to the ground. "You there, stop! Get that girl!" A man says chasing after her. From behind the man rings a gunshot, the bullet, striking Katie, knocks her to the ground. Then everything fades to black as she bleeds out on the old, rusty concrete.
Biography:
Katie Park was born in the year 2269. She has had not much of a life except stealing and killing to provide for her family. Trusting no one, barely even herself sometimes, she walks through the tough wasteland life after her parents and brother were murdered by a group of looters when she was 12 for a single sack of caps. She now walks alone, sometimes stealing from shops to get food and ammunition for her 9mm handgun. She is armed only with her gun and a hunting knife. Many times she has almost been killed while shoplifting, but with her ability to sneak around unnoticed by the unwary eye, she is able to sneak around grabbing things with ease. Katie is about 5' 6" with long black hair and greenish-grey eyes. (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv) Katie has been clinging on to survival since she was 12, stealing from stores, mugging people, all sorts of things. She doesn't have much money but will do anything to keep herself safe. Stopping only occasionally to rest or actually buy or sell something, she carries on with her wasteland story. Maybe, just maybe, she might change her ways and abide to the laws.
As she continues to try to make her way in this desolate wasteland, she finds a note in her pip-boy, it read:
Dear Katie, This is your fathers old friend Mr. Jones, If you remember getting your pip-boy for your 10th birthday, you will remember that I was the one who fixed it up for you. I never told you this, but I programmed it to show you this message between 10 - 20 years later. Please, do not get in any trouble in the future, I trust that you are not dead and that someone else is not reading this. If you are reading this, Katie, note that the wasteland will be a dangerous place for you, you may be a sneaky little girl, but you are also very vulnerable. Make sure you have something to protect yourself with always, and remember, stay away from ghouls and other irradiated things. If you do find yourself to get radiation poisoning, make sure you ALWAYS have some Rad-Away. I hope this note comes in handy in your exploration of this damned wasteland. And remember to always stay away from looters. Come find me in the North-side of Manhattan, I am including my pip-boy tracking signal in this message, try to contact me. 10297W95
With her life slowly changing, Katie makes her way to Northern Manhattan to meet her father's old friend... As she makes her way she encounters many problems along the way, looters, bandits, and wild animals trying to attack her. And this my friends, is where the story begins.........
Tell me if you need me to make any edits, or add anything else! Thanks!
-Echidna_Uno
Denied. When I said expand on your bio, I didn't mean just add a note telling her to do stuff :P. Expand more on what her life was like, where she grew up and why she likes to do the things she does.
IGN: Chaosmender
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Have you read the rules: I consider myself very frugal with my time, so I think I gave the appropriate amount of time and effort to read the rules.
Have you read the lore: All the Lore readable, yes.
RP Experience: Played on plenty of Fallout Themed Servers, as well as Medeval servers.
Fallout Expierence: Game wise? New Vegas with 3 DLCs', and Fallout 3 with the Anchorage DLC and The Pitt DLC.
Define Meta Gaming: When you use knowledge that you got OOC in IC, Or Using knowledge you shouldn't have In Character.
Define Power Gaming: When you Roleplay actions with absolute, like so. *Kills him with one hit to the kneck*. Not giving the player a chance and making your moves absolute. Which is unfair.
IC -
Name: Caleb Justice
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearence: Black hair, tanish skin, Usually found wearing a grimy lab coat, A mask covering his mouth and nose and part of his face, he also sufferes from Heterochromia making his left eye sort of a light dim blue, also lowering his perception a bit.
Signifying Traits: Photographic memory, partially blinded in left eye, right eye sees better in compensation, very knowledgable.
Signifying Skills: Adapt in the field of Science, mostly the medical field, Encyclopedic knowledge on many subjects.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 6
Perception- 4
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 10
Agility- 6
Luck- 4
RP example:
Caleb trudged on the gravel road in dismay, his thoughts droned on and on wondering where his next choice of action was to lead him. "This was a big waste, all there ever is is rubble.. Nothing's left.." he said only depressing himself more. A mere two weeks ago, he had picked up some information of a place with knowledge intact, books in specfics, but that was two weeks ago. Caleb took out his makeshift map, looking around he saw a few options. "Dog City.." he said to himself in thought, he heard of it awhile back. "Preperations will need to be made.." he droned on, as he trudged along. *Snap!* What was that? He thought to himself. "Hey.. Coat boy.. Turn around..", But Caleb knew better, he burst into a full sprint shoving the map into his pocket with no care.
*POW* *POW* The sound of the gun screamed in Caleb's ears, but didn't slow his pace. "STOP!" The attacker ordered, but who was to ever listen to that? Caleb ducked to the left, into the trees, his breath started to leave him. He had been running for a solid minute.. But he heard his attacker behind him, not too far behind. Caleb ducked behind a tree, his face mask masking his gasping lungs. Suddenly, he saw the attacker run past him in a sprint. Caleb stayed silent slowly huffing.. *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant..* *Pant...* He was gone.. Caleb looked up.
"Not this time my little friend" "NOO-" *POW*
Biography:
Caleb was born in a small settlement, made in the ruins of an old relic of a town. Raised by a mother who tried her hardest, and his father Robbert Justice who was the settlements doctor in practice. His home being inside of the library, a suitable place to hold patients and sustain a defensible location with plenty of materials for his father to utilize. Over his years of development, Caleb was taught to read by his Father and Mother with plenty of material to read. He was taught the value of knowledge, and the good it can do. Having to help with the chores of the settlement to contribute, he also learned of hard work and endurance in the mentality of it all. By the time Caleb was a teenager he had started an apprenticeship under his father. Learning the ropes of the medical field Caleb saw lacerations, radiational burns, rashes, the whole pack that came with the Apocalyptic society, and soon learned how to treat each one of the injuries that plauged his people. Of course, along the line, also learning that death was inevitable, this partly shapped the Man Chaos came to be.
When Caleb was 17, his father became sick. Caleb and his Mother cared for him as well as they could but Death's cold hands finally gripped Robbert Justice and took him to where he once came from. Caleb replaced his father as the settlements Doctor successfully, and reluctantly. Over the course of the years, patients came and went, adding to Caleb's knowledge of medical practice, and the fragility of human life. His mother also fell into a deep depression, though life went on, as this was just a part of the Post apocalyptic world that Caleb was subject to. The settlement had also grown significantly over the years, becoming slightly well known by the surrounding populace. Caleb just continued on, reading his books, taking care of his Mother, and healing the settlement to make the funds to get by.
Caleb continuing this pattern for many years, no turning 21 stumbled upon a book. A history book it seemed, it was old, moldy, it was worn. But something about it called to him, the faded red stripes? The weird Symbol with 5 points? He didn't exactly know. But as curiosity was his weakness in the land of knowledge, he read the book. It intriuged him, it seemed more of a fantasy, a story book really, 'America' a country who fought through hardships and prospered. Unbelievable in Caleb's eyes really, but books haven't lied before, why would they lie now? This plauged Caleb, and as he read on he knew he wanted to find the truth of it all. But how to do it, would be a great mystery to him. He needed to prepare, if he was to even consider going out and looking for some remote thing on an answer. And so he did.
A year later, after his Mother had fell out of her depression, and his community had grown and prospered even more. Caleb was ready, and had plans on where to go, and what to do. You see, Caleb was widely known around the surrounding populace as an experienced doctor, bringing many people to request his assistance to saved loved ones. This gave Caleb good knowledge of the surrounding area, and even far off areas as rumors and stories were often shared. So when Caleb finally had all the preperations ready, and made the announcement of his leave, his community was devestated. So was his mother.
He was told he was going to die, he would not make it. Never before had he been filled with so many stories of how terrorizing the wasteland is. But Caleb was naive, and went on anyway. Saying his farewells, he went with a Caravan heading North to find what he was looking for. Really, just some remnants of the Old World. The Old World of America, that seemed just of a fantasy in a book. But he would find it, he would find the ancient fossils. Then, when he found them, he would restore them. Somehow, he'd have to, all he ever saw was suffering. It would be just a dream to fufill some of the things he saw in the fantasy history book.
All would be revealed soon enough, until then. Caleb heads North in search of the lost Society of America.
Notes: Hi Dualmittens.
IGN: _phant0m_
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: I dont really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
Have you read the lore:Yup
RP Expierence:I played on a couple fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when you character would not have.
Define Power Gaming:When you role play without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*
IC -
Name:
Gender:Male
Age: 17
Race: Human
Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wheres a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes.
Signifying Traits: Merciful, Very convincing voice, Very bushy eyebrows,
Signifying Skills: Charismatic, Very Lucky, Hearing isn't the best but its good enough in a wasteland.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-5
Perception-4
Endurance-5
Charisma- 8
Intelligence-5
Agility- 5
Luck-8
RP example:
Biography: Vecher Marx was born to a family of merciless killers , he was raised watching countless innocent people killed by his parents hands. At the age of 7 he was forced to kill a innocent trader by his father.He was then taught how to pick locks at the age of 8 though his father taught him many things he did not like how his father killed when it was not necessary so he left at the age of 10.
He then survived by stealing from unsuspecting bandits and moving constantly never lingering in one place he practiced picking locks constantly and became very skilled at it.All these experiences made him grow up. By the age of 20 he joined a group of thieves who eventually unsuccessfully tried to kill him because he refused to kill a man who only had ten caps. He then went back to roaming and was occasionally asked by people to steal certain things in exchange for caps. Vecher was once even asked to steal a gun from a member of BOS which he stole unsuccessfully and was on the run for two months.Eventually though he collected a large sum of caps which he kept hidden,ironically though the caps he had worked hard to steal were stolen when he closed his eye just for one minute, he then vowed that if he found this man it would be absolutely necessary to kill him and get the caps he earned back.
IGN: peyton
Gender: male
Age: 19
Have you read the rules: yes i did and i can be frugal when i need to be but i will give people who really need something a little help
Have you read the lore: indeed
RP Expierence: i have played games with role playing elements but actually interaction with other players is limited but im am learning and do believe that i have a fair understanding of what is expected of me
Fallout Expierence: i have played all of the games except for tactics (including brotherhood of steel *shudder*) i am an enormous fan of the series i love the games and wright my own fan fictions
Define Meta Gaming: when one uses outside knowledge of the game to gain an unfair advantage in the game (ie asking around through email to find settlements treasure or other in game goodies)
Define Power Gaming:making your character a virtual god impervious and impossible to destroy * i groin punch you so hard you explode forever*
IC -
Name:peyton perks
Gender: male
Age: 15
Race: Israelite
Appearence: tall, broad shoulders short black hair, green eyes, thin five-a-clock shadow
Signifying Traits: trys to solve things diplomatically and understands when intimidation will and wont work, he has the thousand yard stare of a mna with a past and has a hint of pain in his voice,
Signifying Skills: neural implants given to him at a young age that help him signify peoples emotions and feelings with an approximated 88% chance of accuracy predicting responses based on situations
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-6
Perception-2
Endurance-3
Charisma-9
Intelligence-9
Agility-3
Luck-9
RP example: he walked into the bar it was desolate near empty in fact but he saw the bartender standing behind the counter awfully pleased with himself
peyton: wiskey
Bartender: caps
peyton: he slammed down 20 NCR money
​Bartender: i asked for caps if i wanted useless paper i would have moved to the commonwealth
peyton laughs he is actually amused by this
peyton: i think i have a few in my coat hang on
peyton rustles around in his duster and pulls out a small sheet of paper that is folded in half it says "read me" on the front
the bartender picks up the note and reads it
"if you make a noise you will die if you run you will die if you do anything besides exactly what i tell you you will die look up"
he sees peyton pointing a 10mm pistol at him
peyton: show me your room
they walk up stairs and into the room
peyton: were is it?
bartender: what?
peyton:dont treat me like im a mutant because sir i was raised enclave and if you treat me like a mutant ill have to do the same to you
peyton takes off the safety
peyton: and you know what the enclave does to mutants right?
bartender: NEWYORK!
peyton: NEW YORK!?
peyton: if your lying to me i swear to god
peyton lowers the gun
peyton: you better pray this is my last drink here
Biography: peyton was born before the war an was placed into vault 72 before the bombs fell. in this vault the experiment was cryo stasis until released. during an enclave scouting mission in arkansas the troops found the vault and freed the residents peyton joining in hopes of rebuilding what he knew before being frozen
peyton was selected to be fitted with neural implants that would turn him into a super solider he was opted and give the implants at 15. he was the Guinea pig for this and was the only one selected for the experiments but unfortunately they backfired removing his killer instincts and turning him into a diplomat. he was a legend and possible candidate for future presidency but lost all respect when he proposed an enclave brotherhood alliance
he was out collecting ghoul tissue samples when he returned to raven rock only to find it destroyed. peyton realized there was nothing left and traveled to the west in a refurbished car hellbent on destroying the brotherhood, that is untill the car broke down in the mojave wasteland he realized he could go no further and established a small farm untill the NCR claimed his land during the war with the B.O.S. he quickly enlisted to help fight the brotherhood and earned the rank of ranger due to his ability to convince many groups to outright surrender without hostility. after the war ended peyton realized there was nothing left for him and after stealing a motorcycle from the brotherhood made his way back home peyton climbed back into his old stasis pod in vault 72 and was ready to sleep...forever.
it was in 2290 that a band of super mutants awoke him from stasis peyton was scared at first but the leader was friendly he told him he had come from the capital wasteland was in search of a new home he assumed peyton was trapped and freed him. peyton realized that he was unarmed and that leaving peacefully was his best option and as he walked away he realized that maybe the mutants are more layered than he thought. miraculously the motorcycle was there and after hearing many stories of a possible new enclave city peyton was lead to a bartender who may have the answers he seeks...
that awkward moment when im waaaaaaaaay wrong with my dates. thank you for doing this i appreciate this thank you ill need to tweak that but all in all what do you think i mean do you think it is worth acceptance?
THE NEW TEXTUREPACK CAN BE FOUND HERE UNTIL DUALMITTENS UPDATES THE MAIN THREAD.
Accepted!
Your application can obviously be improved, which you should do, but it was decent.
Edit you character description, it's a little short.
Same with your RP.
Biography was very nice.
Denied
Not enough details. Details are far and few, and your RP is pathetic.
Denied.
Unfortunately, your RP example and biography is somewhat lacking.
Some of your lore is incorrect, vault 72 specifically.
Super mutants aren't friends in most cases, so you may want to edit that.
Accepted!
Just a few notes:
Black rain wouldn't wipe out a species in a day.
Ghouls don't turn into ghouls overnight, most take a few years. Same with feral ghouls. However, if you're talking about marked men your character would be more acceptable.
No vaults in central america, unless you mean the center of the USA.
Some of your details about his travels, like the china part, are kind of strange.
Denied
Take a look at some of the other applications. They've got details, length and correct grammar.
Personally, I liked it. However, Dualmittens may have another opinion.
Haha, thanks mate. I'm glad you liked it. I'm looking forward to seeing if I am accepted or not.. I've been checking every day.
I would've accepted you, but Dual denied you once (I think :P) so he probably wants to read over your app.
IGN: _phant0m_
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Have you read the rules: I dont really know how to be frugal so frugal frugal.
Have you read the lore:Yup
RP Expierence:I played on a couple fallout servers a year back and played on a medieval rp server
Fallout Expierence: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas.
Define Meta Gaming: Knowledge that you have gained OOC like seeing someones name tag behind a wall when you character would not have.
Define Power Gaming:When you role play without giving the other role player a chance such as *Breaks Chains* *Kills Other Player with one punch*
IC -
Name:
Vecher Marx
Gender:Male
Age: 17
Race: Human/Cyborg
Appearance: Dark Black hair, Tan Skin , Usually wheres a trench coat filled with odds and ends he finds.Brilliant blue eyes. Right eye is a poorly made cybernetic eye. Right arm is a horribly low qualitly robotic limb.
Signifying Traits: Merciless, Very convincing voice, low quality robotic limb and cybernetic eye
Signifying Skills: Quick on his feet,Bad eyesight in cybernetic eye,poor control of cybernetic arm,very good at fixing things.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-6
Perception-4
Endurance-5
Charisma- 4
Intelligence-8
Agility- 8
Luck-5
RP example: "100 caps at least." Vecher said to Josh.
"Ill give you 75 caps this gun really isn't that important to me and I could get anyone to fix it" Josh replied.
"I doubt that 100 caps or nothing man."
"Fine, fine you'll get your caps"
Josh then reached in his pocket and handed Vecher a bag of caps and his gun with a solemn look.
"I expect it done in a couple hours Vecher or else." Josh then made a gun with his finger and pointed it at Vecher and then pulled his imaginary guns trigger and said "PEW!"
Vecher gave him a look of annoyance then said "It'll get fixed when i get to it.
They both then turned away from each other and began walking away.
As Vecher was walking he started counting his caps after counting once and then recounting just to be sure Vecher turned around and screamed "HEY GET BACK HERE WITH THE REST OF MY CAPS!" Josh who was a very stingy man and disliked cyborgs had only given him the 75 caps he had first proposed.
Vecher began to chase after the man with incredible speed. Josh who realized that he was caught also ran but was quickly caught up too. Josh turned around to see a enraged Vecher glaring at him.
"It was just a mistake Vecher, my buddy, my pal."
"This mistake just happened to be the same amount as your first proposal then? I'll give you one last chance to make up with me. You give me the 25 caps you still owe me and I'll forget this ever happened OK?" Vecher replied.
" I would never pay full price to let a abomination like you fix up my weapons. Go back to whatever dirty place you live in and stay there. " Josh replied with hatred.
Him saying this made Vecher so angry that he cocked back his right arm to punch Josh right in the face. The only problem was that when he coked it back his arm started moving randomly and Vecher had no control of it.
"God damn Âty arm! Guess ill have to use good old lefty then." Vecher said as he cocked back his left arm and punched Josh's light out.
Vecher then walked up to Josh and reached in his pocket and took out 25 caps and exclaimed to himself "Guess you just payed full price to a abomination like me then. Ha!. He then dropped the gun he was payed to fix right next to Josh and started to walk to another town because after that stunt he sure wouldn't be welcomed there again..
Biography:
Vecher Marx was born to a group of Salvagers in Denver. He would go from skyscraper to skyscraper with his parents finding a large array of valuable items that they would sell to wandering travelers. One day while Vecher was ten he got lost and wandered all the way down to the first floor and went outside. Vecher thought the world looked amazing and he walked around the streets looking at everything and he wondered why his parents told him not to go down here. The sounds of dogs barking erupted from the streets but Vecher was used to these sounds and did not pay attention to them but they got louder and louder. Vecher looked behind him to see a pack of feral dogs running towards him and he bolted towards a nearby store and locked the door. Inside the store there was another Scavenger inside and Vecher pleaded for help but the Scavenger picked Vecher up and tossed him outside the window at the dogs. The dogs tore at the child, chewing off his arm and biting the right side of his face. By the time Vecher parents found him he was crawling on the pavement close to death. Vecher's parents covered the wounds in fabric but they found him revolting and did not care for him anymore. Macharius, Vecher's younger brother, was the only person that cared for Vecher anymore helped him stay alive in his miserable existence. Years later when Vecher was 17 and Macharius was 16 they had devised a plan to run away with all the advanced technology their parents had looted from the city. Vecher's wounds had fully healed but he could not use his Right Eye and his right arm was completely gone. At night Him and his brother stole the two giant bags of ancient and valuable technology his parents had and ran towards the interstate were the dogs would not find them. Once they had reached the highway they started to walk away from Denver. While travelling down to what is Arizona they had found a interesting man with a cog shaped symbol on his robe. The man looked at the rare technology and then at Vecher's arm and eye and proposed a deal with him, If they would give him the Technology he would give Vecher a new arm and eye. Vecher was so happy he instantly said yes without thinking. The man took out Metal rods and wires and a assortment of equipment and attached a horrible low quality robotic limb to his arm and replaced his eye with a almost broken cybernetic one. Vecher yelled at the man at the man to take it back but took out a ancient energy weapon and aimed at Vecher. Vecher and Macharius walked down the road towards Arizona without any food/water/equipment then they finally reached a city. The town had bountiful technology but most of it was decayed and the residents did not know what to do with it. Vecher repaired most of it from what he learned from his parents. The town did not thank him or pay him they just looked at him in disgust. Him and his brother had settled down into the town, Vecher would repair things in the back of the building were people would not see him while his brother would be in front talking to customers. Marcharius never talked to Vecher anymore he would just go into the back throw something at him and expect him to fix it when he got back. Three years later when Macharius threw a pistol at him, Vecher stood up and stabbed his sharp bladed fingers into him and threw him into the back. Vecher took his long trench coat and a grey fabric to cover his mouth with and wandered away from the town.
Redid it with a whole new story actually put a bit more effort into this one.
IGN: madprotester
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Have you read the rules: Yes
Have you read the lore: Of whats available
RP Experience:The Vault RP since Crisis
Fallout Experience: Fallout 1,2,3,New Vegas
Define Meta Gaming: Using OOC resources for IC (most common meta-game is using player tags to located other players
Define Power Gaming: Ways of role playing(usually combat) between rpers that only leads to one result overpowering the other as they won't have an alternative option ie): P1 punched you in the face (face will get smashed) (power gaming
instead of P1 tried to punch you (face might get smashed) (not power gaming
IC -
Name: Jacob West
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human
Appearence:
Signifying Skills: Gun Nut, Robotics Expert, Jury Rigging, Skilled
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength-5
Perception-6
Endurance-6
Charisma-5
Intelligence-7
Agility-7
Luck-4
RP example:
(Insert player name)approaches town gate
(Insert Guard name)spots someone approaching
(Insert Guard name)Points pistol
(Insert Guard name): Halt!
(Insert player name) Stops where he is
(Insert Guard name): You there, slowly move towards me with your hands up, any silly movements and ill pump you full of lead
(Insert Guard name): Who are you? and what do you want?
(Insert player name): I'm just a traveler coming to trade for supplies
(Insert Guard name): Alright,your clear, just just keep your weapons holstered, don't take whats not yours and we won't have a problem
(Insert Guard name) :Go straight down the road then turn left when you reach at the water tower and you'll be at the trading post
(Insert Guard name) Waves at gate
(Insert Guard name)yells: Ey! you pricks open up, this one is clear
Biography:
Jacob was a member of a group of settlers living in an abandoned Vault Tec Vault. For reasons unknown to the settlers all inhabitants of the vault were missing when they discovered the vault, after an earthquake revealed its gear shaped airlock, the vault itself remains mostly intact, but the earthquake have badly damaged the all the systems in the lower levels, reducing the power output of its reactor, no longer able to power all the vault's systems at the same time.
Jacob was an orphan, adopted by one of the families during their search for refuge, when his family members were killed during a raider raid when he was still a child. At a young age stuck in an underground vault with a lack of things to do other than labor he started to fiddle with whatever he can get his hands on to pass the time, spending his early day exploring deep into the vault, tinkering machines he stumbles upon, searching every nooks and cranny, reading all that he comes across in the vault, developing an interest in the technology of old before the world was set on fire.
The settlers managed to survive underneath the harsh waste, farming crops underground to sustain themselves, watering the crops using the Vault's water purification system held together by scraps and duct tape, only venturing out of the Vault when they need supplies unable to obtain by themselves. Jacob, now a skilled engineer was able to repair the vault's systems one by one over the years, reactivating different features of the vault to the best of his abilities. Upon doing all there is to do in the vault, Jacob began to look out of the vault, now wanted to head out in to the waste, to wander the world seeking the unknown.
Jacob, with a multi-tool in his pocket and a laser pistol by his side, stepped out of the vault and went on into the wasteland, with only the knowledge of the other settlers and no personal experience. Traveling across Post War America, he eventually wandered into the Capital Wasteland walking into a treasure trove of pre-war artifacts.
Before long he became a freelance hunter, making a living by retrieving machine parts, holotapes and other valuables among the ruin of Washington DC, while accessing old terminals, reading pre war materials, increasing his knowledge and experience for the next three years, when a job in the Vault Tec headquarthers he came upon upon Horace Pinkerton, Jacob then spend the next 5 years following Pinkerton wherever he goes, trying to learn from him despite of Pinkerton's weariness of people, keep telling Jacob to leave him alone. In those eventful years Jacob learned from Pinkerton his scientific knowledge as well as the skills for performing a facial reconstruction surgery.
When nothing else can be learned from Pinkerton he left the capital wasteland, journeying north, on the search for knowledge and discoveries
Denied. However, I did enjoy the improvement, very good additions. I think maybe a little more detail and fixing some of your grammar will get you accepted.
Denied. Reread the rules.
Accepted! However, I want you to redo your RP example.
IGN: Echidna_Uno
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Have you read the rules: Indeed.
Have you read the lore: Yes.
RP Expierence: I have roleplayed as a survivalist in a zombie Apocalypse, and roleplayed as a theif in a dark ages roleplay
Fallout Expierence: Played most of Fallout 3, finished Fallout NV.
Define Meta Gaming: A term used to describe method and strategy in a game with a ruleset.
Define Power Gaming: Not playing by the rules, ignoring the NLR and RP set to get to the "top".
Skype - katieparkmccreeper
IC -
Name: Katie Park
Gender: Female
Age: Arround 21 (as of the time on her pip-boy)
Race: Caucasian
Appearence: Black hair with Greenish-grey eyes
Signifying Traits: Wary of others. Does not go hungry easily from months of getting used to little or no food.
Signifying Skills: Able to move around unnoticed by the unwary eye. (guards can and might spot her) Easy to work as a thief.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 6
Endurance- 9
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 6
Luck- 3
RP example:
The scene is a dry, burnt up trading town in Manhatten. With only a few people in the gun store. Not much is being noted by the civilians who throughout their daily lives in small little shacks scattered around. Katie walks along the shelves, looking for a good place that the owner can't spot her take a handgun. As she finds a spot, a man walks quietly along the isles. Unnoticed by Katie. As she quickly slips the gun into her pouch and starts to walk towards the door, the man stops her. He holds her by the arm as she stares blankly into space, waiting for her next move...
"Well well well... What do we have here? A pretty young lady trying to steal a handgun? Trying to slip away unnoticed by anyone?" The man asks. "Depends on how you look at the situation... Maybe I'm just, lets say, borrowing it until further notice?" She replies, slowly drawing out a small blade. Everyone in the shop starts to look at the pair. "How about... No. Now, let's just put that gun back on the rack and pretend this never happened, okay?" The man says, as he notices the knife at his stomach. Katie pulls away from the man, putting the gun back on the shelf. "Fine then, I'll be on my way if you would be so kind." She says. The man looks at her confused. "So, you think you can just get away like that? Without paying a price for our attempt to steal from this old man's shop?" "Well, not exactly, no." She replies quietly. "I think a small price might not be too much to ask for..." "Glad we see eye to eye on that!" The man laughs, stopping abruptly as a knife is now lodged in his throat. Dying from blood loss, the man falls to the ground. "You there, stop! Get that girl!" A man says chasing after her. From behind the man rings a gunshot, the bullet, striking Katie, knocks her to the ground. Then everything fades to black as she bleeds out on the old, rusty concrete.
Biography:
Katie Park was born in the year 2269. She has had not much of a life except stealing and killing to provide for her family. Trusting no one, barely even herself sometimes, she walks through the tough wasteland life after her parents and brother were murdered by a group of looters when she was 12 for a single sack of caps. She now walks alone, sometimes stealing from shops to get food and ammunition for her 9mm handgun. She is armed only with her gun and a hunting knife. Many times she has almost been killed while shoplifting, but with her ability to sneak around unnoticed by the unwary eye, she is able to sneak around grabbing things with ease. Katie is about 5' 6" with long black hair and greenish-grey eyes. (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv) Katie has been clinging on to survival since she was 12, stealing from stores, mugging people, all sorts of things. She doesn't have much money but will do anything to keep herself safe. Stopping only occasionally to rest or actually buy or sell something, she carries on with her wasteland story. Maybe, just maybe, she might change her ways and abide to the laws, but until then, she continue to walk alone...
Tell me if you need me to make any edits, or add anything else! Thanks!
-Katie Park
As much as it pains me to do so, denied!
Your special doesn't really match your biography, ie someone with stealth should have an agility higher than six.
Also, your bio could be a little longer and you metagaming definition is off.
IGN: Echidna_Uno
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Timezone: Central time zone - Texas
Have you read the rules: Indeed.
Have you read the lore: Yes.
RP Experience: I have roleplayed as a survivalist in a zombie Apocalypse, and roleplayed as a theif in a dark ages roleplay
Fallout Experience: Played most of Fallout 3, finished Fallout NV.
Define Meta Gaming: The act of using outside or previously gained knowledge within a gaming universe for personal gain or advantage
Define Power Gaming: Not playing by the rules, ignoring the NLR and RP set to get to the "top".
Skype - katieparkmccreeper
IC -
Name: Katie Park
Gender: Female
Age: Arround 21 (as of the time on her pip-boy)
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Black hair with Greenish-grey eyes (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv)
Signifying Traits: Wary of others. Does not go hungry easily from months of getting used to little or no food.
Signifying Skills: Able to move around unnoticed by the unwary eye. (guards can and might spot her) Easy to work as a thief.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 4
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 4
Intelligence- 7
Agility- 9
Luck- 3
RP example:
The scene is a dry, burnt up trading town in Manhatten. With only a few people in the gun store. Not much is being noted by the civilians who throughout their daily lives in small little shacks scattered around. Katie walks along the shelves, looking for a good place that the owner can't spot her take a handgun. As she finds a spot, a man walks quietly along the isles. Unnoticed by Katie. As she quickly slips the gun into her pouch and starts to walk towards the door, the man stops her. He holds her by the arm as she stares blankly into space, waiting for her next move...
"Well well well... What do we have here? A pretty young lady trying to steal a handgun? Trying to slip away unnoticed by anyone?" The man asks. "Depends on how you look at the situation... Maybe I'm just, lets say, borrowing it until further notice?" She replies, slowly drawing out a small blade. Everyone in the shop starts to look at the pair. "How about... No. Now, let's just put that gun back on the rack and pretend this never happened, okay?" The man says, as he notices the knife at his stomach. Katie pulls away from the man, putting the gun back on the shelf. "Fine then, I'll be on my way if you would be so kind." She says. The man looks at her confused. "So, you think you can just get away like that? Without paying a price for our attempt to steal from this old man's shop?" "Well, not exactly, no." She replies quietly. "I think a small price might not be too much to ask for..." "Glad we see eye to eye on that!" The man laughs, stopping abruptly as a knife is now lodged in his throat. Dying from blood loss, the man falls to the ground. "You there, stop! Get that girl!" A man says chasing after her. From behind the man rings a gunshot, the bullet, striking Katie, knocks her to the ground. Then everything fades to black as she bleeds out on the old, rusty concrete.
Biography:
Katie Park was born in the year 2269. She has had not much of a life except stealing and killing to provide for her family. Trusting no one, barely even herself sometimes, she walks through the tough wasteland life after her parents and brother were murdered by a group of looters when she was 12 for a single sack of caps. She now walks alone, sometimes stealing from shops to get food and ammunition for her 9mm handgun. She is armed only with her gun and a hunting knife. Many times she has almost been killed while shoplifting, but with her ability to sneak around unnoticed by the unwary eye, she is able to sneak around grabbing things with ease. Katie is about 5' 6" with long black hair and greenish-grey eyes. (Heres a link to my MC skin if you want to have a visual example: http://tinyurl.com/c8rlgsv) Katie has been clinging on to survival since she was 12, stealing from stores, mugging people, all sorts of things. She doesn't have much money but will do anything to keep herself safe. Stopping only occasionally to rest or actually buy or sell something, she carries on with her wasteland story. Maybe, just maybe, she might change her ways and abide to the laws.
As she continues to try to make her way in this desolate wasteland, she finds a note in her pip-boy, it read:
Dear Katie,
This is your fathers old friend Mr. Jones, If you remember getting your pip-boy for your 10th birthday, you will remember that I was the one who fixed it up for you. I never told you this, but I programmed it to show you this message between 10 - 20 years later. Please, do not get in any trouble in the future, I trust that you are not dead and that someone else is not reading this. If you are reading this, Katie, note that the wasteland will be a dangerous place for you, you may be a sneaky little girl, but you are also very vulnerable. Make sure you have something to protect yourself with always, and remember, stay away from ghouls and other irradiated things. If you do find yourself to get radiation poisoning, make sure you ALWAYS have some Rad-Away. I hope this note comes in handy in your exploration of this damned wasteland. And remember to always stay away from looters. Come find me in the North-side of Manhattan, I am including my pip-boy tracking signal in this message, try to contact me. 10297W95
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With her life slowly changing, Katie makes her way to Northern Manhattan to meet her father's old friend... As she makes her way she encounters many problems along the way, looters, bandits, and wild animals trying to attack her. And this my friends, is where the story begins.........
Tell me if you need me to make any edits, or add anything else! Thanks!
-Echidna_Uno
Denied. When I said expand on your bio, I didn't mean just add a note telling her to do stuff :P. Expand more on what her life was like, where she grew up and why she likes to do the things she does.
I just decided to type your name into skype and see what popped up xD