Definition of meta gaming: Using information you gathered OOCly, and using it Icly
Definition of power gaming: Forcing your actions against another player, without giving them a chance to react.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Well, I've Rped in multiple games, and a few servers before this. I have also played Fallout New Vegas, and have knowledge of stuff in the other games.
IC:
Name: Jay (Shortened form of Jayden) Riley
Age: 20
Appearance: He has long, dark brown hair, green eyes, and white skin. He's 5'10", and skinny. He wears a black duster jacket he found over his Vault 127 jumpsuit.
Personality: Curious, quiet, and usually content.
Backstory: He was born and raised in Vault 127, outside of what used to be Manhattan. On his 18th birthday, his father and mother were accused of 1st degree murder. He testified in a makeshift court, bu they wouldn't believe him, and his parents were executed by Electric chair. He watched the entire thing, and in rage, he left Vault 127. For good. He had been wandering throughout the Manhattan wasteland for a year, and eventually made it to New York City. He's been scraping together whatever he's needed for about a year now.
Definition of meta gaming: Using information you gathered OOCly, and using it Icly
Definition of power gaming: Forcing your actions against another player, without giving them a chance to react.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Well, I've Rped in multiple games, and a few servers before this. I have also played Fallout New Vegas, and have knowledge of stuff in the other games.
IC:
Name: Jay (Shortened form of Jayden) Riley
Age: 20
Appearance: He has long, dark brown hair, green eyes, and white skin. He's 5'10", and skinny. He wears a black duster jacket he found over his Vault 127 jumpsuit.
Personality: Curious, quiet, and usually content.
Backstory: He was born and raised in Vault 127, outside of what used to be Manhattan. On his 18th birthday, his father and mother were accused of 1st degree murder. He testified in a makeshift court, bu they wouldn't believe him, and his parents were executed by Electric chair. He watched the entire thing, and in rage, he left Vault 127. For good. He had been wandering throughout the Manhattan wasteland for a year, and eventually made it to New York City. He's been scraping together whatever he's needed for about a year now.
Let's take a peek here. Your meta and power gaming definitions are a little shaky.
Your appearance could do with a bit more detail. Scars? Does Jayden usually look calm and collected or furious and ready to burst in a second?
Personality could be expanded upon. A lot.
The backstory. Too short, too little detailed. What was his life like in Vault 127? Was he a troublemaker? Was he a nice guy? He just up and left the Vault?
Definition of meta gaming: To assume one knows info and law instead of considering what exactly your character would know in this world. To meta play involves two base actions. First to assume your character knows what you know instead of finding out for himself. Your character does not know who the Brotherhood is or Ghouls unless it fits with their backstory and should act accordingly when discovering both. Second is to use more gameplay knowledge such as seeing name tags though walls or item locations to benefit your play style.
Definition of power gaming: To either push an action or to attempt an act one can not realistically accomplish. A power gamer has a clear goal or objective and does whatever they can to achieve said goal regardless of story or character. One must let the story morph the character not the other way around.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've spent the last three years on forums, Skype and a MLP rp sever. To be more accurate I have done short, medium and long term rp from a wide range of canons although I have only done fallout based rps I have played ALL fallout games EVEN the crappy xbox game from start to finish, read the lore over and over even loving the cut lore from the cancelled fallout 3 so I have a ton of experience in fallout itself.
IC:
Name: Jacob
Age: 21
Appearance: Young, Caucasian, short brown hair and vault jumpsuit labelled 99. Short, pale skin, sky blue eyes, thin frame, sensitive eyesight (being underground for so long) and pipboy 3000 (people would have forgotten where they left their 2000s)
Personality: A little timid and hard to trust, careful but can also do rash things in the heat of the moment. Overall he can be quite negative although not cold hearted, he just puts great value on honest believing a compliment should be earned not given. He values facts and history, probably formed from his own lack of such, often engrossed by stories and past events that shaped the world around us all. As for morals her tends to be open minded listening to both side before making a choice usually for the best of both faction. Overall he has good karma but goes extra lengths to get all the info before making a choice.
Backstory: Basically Jacob, identified by a nametag on his jumpsuit, pretty much found himself on a rock, with no memory of how he got there. To expand Jacob was part of vault 99, an experimental vault with a simple test. Drugs would be ejected into the ventilation to give an amnesian effect overnight, the test to see If the vault dwellers could take care of themselves when they were incapable of remembering anything almost as if reliving the same day over and over. This was accomplished, barely, though notes and holotapes although this made life and maintenance difficult only keeping critical systems working thanks to a supply of maintenance robots supplied to the vault for this exact reason. Overtime however these robots rusted, they broke and while they had a sizable amount of machines when the vault was closed these robots simply broke down over time and unable to be repaired by the dwellers who were incapable of remembering anything lead to a radiation leak killing the majority of the population besides a small handful on the highest levels who escaped into the wasteland, Jacob being one of them. No long breathing in the chemicals, the amnesian effects recovered, though he is now lost and alone. As a whole Jacob has a very open backstory allowing him to create a backstory as one plays, a blank slate to be filled with character interaction and encounters. As a setup Jacob has been wondering for about an hour, horrified but coming to terms with his current situation attempting to contact other humans while also looking for food and water. Equipment wise all he has is the clothes on his back leaving him exposed and in danger unless either getting help or finding a unguarded catch.
Definition of meta gaming: Taking information you would only know OOC, and using it IC.
Definition of power gaming: Trying to force unrealistic or unreasonable actions on one another.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've put many hours in to Fallout: New Vegas, and a few dozen into Fallout 3. I don't have much roleplay experience, but I'm interested in it.
IC:
Name: Lucina (based lightly on the character from Fire Emblem: Awakening)
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'9", Dark blue hair, blue eyes. usually wears medieval-themed clothing, as she is somewhat obsessed with the medieval theme.
Personality: Quiet, stealthy, keeps to herself. doesn't like to start fights that don't need to be started. she prefers melee weapons, but can use a gun if she needs to. she loved to read Grognak the Barbarian comics as a child, which is why she likes to use swords, and wear rather strange clothing.
Backstory: Lucina was stolen from her parents after they were shot dead by raiders. she was then raised by raiders in a somewhat cruel and harsh environment. she was forced to fight wild animals and other children in an arena, for the raiders' entertainment. one night, the raiders were attacked by a mysterious group of men, which she assumed were somehow related to the Brotherhood of Steel, as they looked like they were wearing some type of power armor. she used the opportunity to escape, and she's been running ever since, looking for a place to settle down, or maybe just a good place to die.
oh, and, Tunnel Snakes rule! suck it Anata! wait, her name was Anata, right?
Definition of meta gaming: To assume one knows info and law instead of considering what exactly your character would know in this world.
Definition of power gaming: To either push an action or to attempt an act one can not realistically accomplish.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've spent the last three years on forums, Skype and a MLP rp sever.
IC:
Name: Jacob
Age: 21
Appearance: Young, Caucasian, short brown hair and vault jumpsuit labelled 99.
Personality: Well meaning and attempts to do the right thing, although is also flawed suffering from mistrust, greed and fear. A simple way of looking at it is being emotional both from a positive and negative view.
Backstory: Basically Jacob, identified by a nametag on his jumpsuit, pretty much found himself on a rock, with no memory of how he got there. To expand Jacob was part of vault 99, an experimental vault with a simple test. Drugs would be ejected into the ventilation to give an amnesian effect overnight, the test to see If the vault dwellers could take care of themselves when they were incapable of remembering anything almost as if reliving the same day over and over. This was accomplished, barely, though notes and holotapes although this made life and maintenance difficult only keeping critical systems working thanks to a supply of maintenance robots supplied to the vault for this exact reason. Overtime however these robots rusted, they broke and while they had a sizable amount of machines when the vault was closed these robots simply broke down over time and unable to be repaired by the dwellers who were incapable of remembering anything lead to a radiation leak killing the majority of the population besides a small handful on the highest levels who escaped into the wasteland, Jacob being one of them. No long breathing in the chemicals, the amnesian effects recovered, though he is now lost and alone.
Tunnel stakes rule, Overseer drool.
OOC:
Minecraft Username: LucinaLatrans
Age: 14, 15 later this year.
Definition of meta gaming: Taking information you would only know OOC, and using it IC.
Definition of power gaming: Trying to force unrealistic or unreasonable actions on one another.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've put many hours in to Fallout: New Vegas, and a few dozen into Fallout 3. I don't have much roleplay experience, but I'm interested in it.
IC:
Name: Lucina (based lightly on the character from Fire Emblem: Awakening)
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'9", Dark blue hair, blue eyes. usually wears medieval-themed clothing, as she is somewhat obsessed with the medieval theme.
Personality: Quiet, stealthy, keeps to herself. doesn't like to start fights that don't need to be started. she prefers melee weapons, but can use a gun if she needs to. she loved to read Grognak the Barbarian comics as a child, which is why she likes to use swords, and wear rather strange clothing.
Backstory: Lucina was stolen from her parents after they were shot dead by raiders. she was then raised by raiders in a somewhat cruel and harsh environment. she was forced to fight wild animals and other children in an arena, for the raiders' entertainment. one night, the raiders were attacked by a mysterious group of men, which she assumed were somehow related to the Brotherhood of Steel, as they looked like they were wearing some type of power armor. she used the opportunity to escape, and she's been running ever since, looking for a place to settle down, or maybe just a good place to die.
oh, and, Tunnel Snakes rule! suck it Anata! wait, her name was Anata, right?
Both of your applications are denied for the following reasons
joshua1029384756: Your OOC and IC information are both very lacking in the actual information department. Your OOC definitions could do with some more elaboration. Your IC descriptions are very lacking as well.
LucinaLatrans: Your OOC definitions are straight and to the point, they're good. However.. your backstory for Lucina is very cliche. Parents killed by raiders, and being raised by said raiders afterward. Very, very cliche. Why did the raiders raise the child? Most raiders are strung-out junkies.
You're both denied, but are able to re-apply at your discretion.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
7/21/2012
Posts:
53
Member Details
OOC:
Minecraft Username: ElecB0ogalo0
Age: 17
Definition of meta gaming: The use of OOC knowledge IC. Such as your friend telling you they’re being cornered by a gaggle of savages, and you hoofing it over to help.
Definition of power gaming: Making an action without giving someone a chance to respond, or making an action for the other party. An example of such could be “Bob stabs Bill 47 times and Bill dies”
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Numerous Skype RPs, both incarnations of Akavir, Sands of Alikr/Iliac Bay (My server), and Toro League.
IC:
Name: Kane Ryker
Age: 27
Appearance:
It’s rare for one to see what lies beneath Ryker’s armor, which consists of a thick, pre-war suit that might have been a radiation suit, or worn by miners and/or those who worked in the steel mills, that has been modified with steel plating (Raider Iconoclast Armor). His mask appears to be made of leather, with bulging lenses, a filter, and a hard-hat on top with a light attached (Supervisor Helmet). Beneath his covering, Ryker is a man of Hispanic descent with a trimmed black beard, shaved head, and dull green eyes. Being from The Pitt, Ryker is afflicted with Troglodyte Degeneration Contagion, or TCD for short. As with others, this has caused skin lesions to cover his body, taking the form of vein like bulges, scabbed over sores, and discolored skin.
Personality:
Ryker is a man who believes nothing is simply handed to you. What you get, you earn. No matter what. Whether it be through wit, deceit, respect, or good old fashioned labor, you earn all that you have somehow, his preference being the latter two. One quick way to get yourself full of lead or on his dinner plate, is by taking credit for something you didn’t do. He can not, and /will/ not stand for someone taking credit from someone else. Someone more deserving, and the guilty party will pay dearly for it. Ryker is also the sort of man you could imagine shitting out a diamond if you stuffed a lump of coal up his ****. For a raider, he’s surprisingly uptight about everything. Though, that could have to do with the fact he doesn't see himself or his fellow Pitt Raiders as savage beasts in mortal skin. No, to him, they are industrialists. Every slave he captures and sends off to The Pitt, every brutal torture he inflicts on an incompetent or strong willed worker, he simply sees as a business deal that some might consider a tad cut-throat. Not to say that Ryker doesn’t relax sometimes. He has a hobby of watching old movies stored on holodisks. Some of the men that have served under him even say that his has a soft-spot for Lord Ashur’s daughter, Maria, and that any toys they might come across he sends back to The Pitt with instructions for them to be given to her.
Backstory:
Ryker was born in the ruins of Philadelphia to a couple chem addicts that lived in a rundown slum inhabited by even more chem addicts. Needless to say, it was definitely not the sort of place a child should be living, Luckily for him, he wasn’t there long. No, when he was only five he was sold to a local group of a slavers to help fund his parent's Jet addiction. He didn’t mind though. The slavers were (nominally) nice to him, mainly because of his incredibly young age. His only complaint was that his necklace (slave collar) was a bit too tight, and pinched when he turned his head.
He was stuck in that slaver camp, working as a servant to the slavers for 10 years. By this time, his innocent, childish perception on everything had already shattered, allowing him to see the atrocities of the world, and accept them. It was at this time, he was finally sold. Deemed fit enough for hard labor, he was sold of to the Pitt Raiders, and taken to The Pitt as a slave. Though most children would buckle under the pressure of the harsh reality that is the hell hole, Ryker did not. Ryker worked, and he worked hard. He was determined, driven by the stories of freedom to those who did so. However, his hard work didn’t only draw the attention of his masters, but other slaves as well. One slave inparticular, one which towered over the bow with barely a hair on his chin, thought it wise to try and take credit for his work, and he did...for a while. Eventually, Ryker grew tired of the man, and when he had back turned, decided to see if the Auto-Axes they cut the steel with cut through flesh and bone just as well. Turns out they do.
This show of brutality and willingness to kill earned Ryker a spot in the hole, fighting for his freedom, and he’d be damned if his was going to allow what he craved so badly slip through his fingertips. Three slaves and three warriors entered, and one-by-one they fell the the child with an Auto-Axe, and Ryker, for the first time since his childhood, felt happy. That is, until he was told his freedom was in the form of becoming a Pitt Raider himself. Ryker was furious, and demanded his freedom. He swung his Auto-Axe through the chainlink fence at those watching, yelling in anger, until a voice broke through the noise, and all went silent. The crowd of dirty raiders parted as a man in modified Power Armor walked towards him. Ishmael Ashur. He explained why he did what he did. That the only way to restore The Pitt, restore industry, is if we all worked together. However, for everyone to work together, there needed to be a social order and strong men and women to fill it. Ryker fell silent, having never thought of it like that. Lord Ashur had successfully tamed his fury, and Ryker joined the Pitt Raiders.
Ryker’s fame within The Pitt only grew after he became one of the Raiders. He started out as a bridge guard, being handed the duty with making sure no one got in or out through use of landmines and a DKS-501 Sniper Rifle. Under his watchful eye, no slave ever made it farther than the overturned bus in the center, and few even made it that close to freedom. After that, he was moved to the mill to act as the foreman, where is brutality with the slaves that once were his brothers in binds and friends insured that productivity was at it’s peak. It was during this time he did away with the Auto-Axe and Sniper Rifle, gaining a preference for the N91 Urban Assault Rifle, which was in ample supply. He stayed in his position as Foreman for six years before being moved to the Raiding Parties. He wasn’t terribly happy with the change at first, but the raiding parties /had/ been slacking off lately, and were in desperate need of some improving. This is when the full extent of Ryker’s “dedication” would be seen. After a potential slave managed to escape the group when one of their number managed to be bribed with Psycho, a chem that said raider happened to be addicted to, Ryker decided that severe punishment was in order.
He knocked the addict out via a well placed hit with the butt of his AR, and ordered the other two to tie him up. They proceeded to camp there for three days, leaving the addict lying out in the middle of their camp, begging for mercy and chems, until he died from dehydration. After that, they returned to The Pitt. The brutal punishment of one of his own sent a message to those that might be placed under his command. He will not tolerate failure. In current, he still leads Raiding parties, and often comes back with some of the most bountiful hauls that reach The Pitt. Recently, he has been instructed to carry out a special mission; travel to the ruins of New York City, begin salvaging metal from the destroyed buildings, and as usual, bolster the ranks of their workers. Always the loyal follower, Ryker has set out to the Empire Wasteland, trekking through the metro tunnels to uncharted territory.
Definition of meta gaming: Meta gaming is taking knowledge out of character, and using it in character with no real means for your character to have that knowledge ICly. Also the tunnel snakes suck, they don't rule.
Definition of power gaming: Power gaming is when you force an action upon another player.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've lost count on how many years or how many server's I've been enlisted in. I used to have my own post apocalyptic roleplay server a few years ago like Ruined World and Year 2065 or something like that. I've been an administrator on a few as well. I've been roleplaying on GTA SAMP (Red County RP), as well as Xbox 360 RP's on the GTA games though console RP is way too difficult so I just stick to RPing on computers. I'm into heavy RP so usually when my mood is good I do just that. I don't know why RP is in bold but okay. BlueScope will know me. Sup buddy.
IC:
Name: Cody Holloway
Age: 23
Appearance: Black combat pants, tattered undershirt and brown hair.
Personality: Ignorant, cautious, loyal and hard working. He's built settlements from the ground up and doesn't like to take crap from anyone. He's seen enough people come and go which made him not like to get attached to people. He isn't quick to trust but is one of the most loyal allies one can ask for.
Backstory: (You asked for it)
Your character's story so far:I was born and raised in a small shanty town called "Taipei". It was a small and dirty town llike all others. There were kids for me to play with most of the time and the towns folk were friendly. Up around the age of 13 I told my dad that I want to go out side the town walls. Go on an adventure some day. and he said "Son, one day you ARE going outside these walls, and you'll find the unimaginable out there. But theres something I need to teach you first" and that's where I picked up my basic fighting. He trained me for a year and a half so I could hold my own. I would practice day in and day out training myself, and with my father for that time. Around 14 since I had set my goal at such a young age. I worked for some money so I could buy gear when I'm ready to leave the community. I knew that time wasn't near but I wanted to be prepared. So for two years I worked for my money in a local Merchant shop cleaning the place. It wasn't fun but If I wanted to leave I had to. I would check stock, some times be in the store on my own, cleaning, and when something broke the owner would teach me on his spare time how to fix things. I learned some skills during my time there. Talking to people, learning the tricks of the trade. I met many people. Some better then other's of course.
But then, in the middle of it all. Tragedy struck. My mother had developed lung cancer. I think she had it for a while but the symptoms weren't there until she was older I suppose. It was like my world was spinning. I mean, she's my mother after all. How could I not care? She was always there for me when I needed her. Day in and day out. She was sick and in bed most of the time coughing, sometimes blood. It was heart breaking to see someone in so much pain. I didn't think she was going to die, figured she would come out of it like everyone usually should. But not this time. This time it was different. She only survived 2 months after. And we had to put her to rest. My father and I were distraught, but we had to carry on. We knew that we couldn't just stay in the past. We had to continue forward. So almost everyday from then I knew I had to make her proud.
I kept working as hard as I could until I had hit the age of 18. And yes. I mean still working in that little shop. Of course I took any other odd job that was around back then. Looking after animals, running errands, helping teach at the school. I took anything really just to get another buck. By then I was ready to explore the world. I took all my money I had saved up and went to the merchant I worked for. I bought things like water, medical supplies, a baseball bat, a spade, some food, and a sleeping bag to keep me warm at night. I said my goodbyes to my father Nathan and everyone in the town. And went on my way.
It was pretty scary at first. Not knowing what was out there. I thought there were a lot more people. I looked in all directions and there was just......Nothing. Like my town was the only thing for miles as far as the eye can see. So I headed in one direction and walked for several hours until finally I came upon a small settlement. I think it was called....Fort Glen. Don't know why. Didn't look like much of a fort. I met some people there though they weren't that friendly either. If I hadn't told them how long i had been walking they would had kicked me out of the place. I restocked some supplies. Stayed the night and was on my was the next morning. I don't even think anyone knew I left. I didn't take to any specific direction to go in other then the one I had just walked from. But on the way I found this spider like creature, I knew it didn't look good and I was right. Within seconds it was running towards me full speed so I got my bat at the ready. At first it jumped at me and I didn't expect it, I was knocked down almost within the blink of an eye. I used my forearm for protection and it crunched down on it, I screamed in pain but I knew if I just sat there I was dead. So I kicked it off, it came at me again. This time it didn't jump and I had a clear shot. I swung that batas hard as I could and nearlytook its head off. It wasn't dead but pretty close. It wasn't in any condition to move so I ran to a safe distance, took some medical supplies out of my satchel and began treating the wound. I noticed that my arm was broken and cut up bad. So I used some disinfectant and splint and carried on to where I was going.
You wouldn't believe what I saw. This place was HUGE. I had never seen a town so big in my life! I had come across Las Vegas! There were still some neon lights working around the city still it was amazing! High class people and a really nice town! Thankfully there was a doctor there to patch me up for a price. Real sinister looking guy too I mean he looked just like he came out of one of those old films. But looks can be deceiving. We spoke for a bit during and after he fixed me up. And was actually a family man with his own house just outside of the city. I told him my story and he even let me have a drink of some water he had around. I stayed there for about four days or so. That way I would have time to heal up. The place was beautiful but I just couldn't stay. I mean to come all this way to stop here? Not going to happen.
I met some pretty bright characters during my time there. One of them I remember. Went by the name of Shotte Latte. He said he got the name from shooting a drink right out of someone's hand! Said something about the person disrespecting him. Man the measures people will go through for such little things. If I were to go on, I would write for hours! But. I just don't have the time, nor the patients to do so. I packed up once again and left the glimmering city.
After I left I walked through the desert until night came. Though by that time I had found my way to some mountains. Where I spotted a cave. I took my flashlight and baseball bat and ventured in for shelter. My arm was still a bit beat up, so I was really hoping nothing was in there. Probably wouldn't have won the fight if there was. I was pretty surprised that there wasn't though. The cave didn't go very far in, so I set up camp and rested the night. In the morning...Well you know the story. Kind of like a broken record with me I suppose.
Some time later I came upon a guy named Danher. He made a very small place he ran by himself. He offered if I could move in and I accepted. I built my first house there. Hell that's where everything started. We lived in the same.. Well tiny town for a few weeks. But then raiders attacked us. I made it out. But he didn't. I went back a few hours later and they were gone. So I took over. I stockpiled up on supplies like metal scraps and pieces. And built up walls and an entrance. To ensure that it would never happen again. Then a stranger came by. I spoke with the man for a bit before letting him in. Good thing too. I offered for him to stay if he wanted and he accepted. I gave him Danher's old house. What a weird name..."Danher".. Not a name I have ever heard of before in my life I kept expanding on the town until I had made an inn. Some houses and walls high enough that you'd probably die if you fell off.
Eventually I actually made a roof over the town. Which was perfect. Like a private community to live in though it probably wasn't a good idea in the long run. You could certainly see the place from every direction. By this time about five people or so moved in the town. And before I knew it I had a community! My own town with people living inside of it! I had become mayor. A few weeks pass and.....Danher came back.. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure to attack him or talk to him but..He wasn't himself.. He looked decayed and distorted. I don't remember what he said or how it happened. But..Yeah... I let him stay, but before I knew it he starting trying to kill people in the town. And I had to kill him myself. So when it was dark, and no one else was around. I confronted him and we initiated battle. He didn't put up much a fight. As his hand fell off giving me an opportunity to strike. Look at me.. I'm babbling off again.. On wards towards the present.
That town. Which I called Petrova. Got raided a few months after I killed Danher. It was blown to bits. I tried to fix everything but the damage was just too much for me to handle. The occupants of the town left and I was all alone. I had no other choice but to leave. So I went off to start a new town. I searched for around a week or so searching the wastes until I came upon an old small settlement. Pre-war too. It even had it's own Nuclear Reactor! I couldn't believe my eyes it was absolutely untouched. The town had no walls around it. No protection. But it had complete possibility for it's own power. So I moved into one of the houses. It had a hole blown out of the side, so I fixed the hole and lived there. I took the items I had with me to build the walls. At least then I felt a bit safer.
A guy by the name of J came by and he seemed to be sane, even a bit intelligent, I let him in after a brief conversation and he was in awe of the place. He was fascinated by the reactor and the fact that it was still intact, let alone almost running. He offered to help repair it so power could be restored and within a few weeks we had figured it out. With a lot of hard work and dedication we were able to repair it.
Just like last time, people came and went. Moved in and moved out. Even after all of this I eventually left myself. I gave ownership to my friend "J". I must have been walking around for a few weeks when I came upon an old vault. It had three small "apartment" like things to live in. An incinerator, furnaces, it's own greenhouse. This was the first vault I had ever seen in my life. I wonder if all vaults had those things? When you walked into the lobby there's a glass floor under your feet. When you looked down there was a fully grown tree underneath. I found that quite amusing. My room had a fireplace. Storage area, bed, kitchen, you get the rest. Fit for a king. Two of three rooms had that, don't know why the third one didn't. Beyond me... But then out of no where. And I do mean no where. My friend "J" showed up. I was surprised as he was. He left the town the same as I. The odds of us meeting up with each other was extremely low. He was also out exploring. And I told him about my recent discovery. I told him to live with me in the vault. After all; I would probably go insane living in that thing alone. We lived in the vault and maintained it for a few years. He moved out. And not long after I did the same thing. I don't stay in the same place too long. Guess it's in my nature. Who know's though. People change right? Just like everything. I'll have to cut this short. So the bottom line here is. I have run over three towns, kept people in secret. Became what no one would have ever expected. Met more strangers then a hooker, covered more land then an Eagle. I've been through a lot, seen things like you couldn't even imagine. And it's only getting started. Thank you for reading. Though you probably shouldn't be. Unless you found my journal....
Definition of meta gaming: Using info gained in OOC to your advantage IC
Definition of power gaming: Doing an action to a player instantly without them being able to retaliate.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have roleplayed for years, I'm not even sure myself how long I have been but it's been as long as I can remember. It was mostly just textwise rping but about a year ago I was introduced to roleplaying in minecraft. I was told about this server by UofMTigerFan who explained the history of fallout to me since I have not played the games.
IC:
Name: Nathaniel Kenway
Age: 19
Appearance: Nathaniel is albino so he has mostly colorless white hair that looks like it is in a perminate state of bedhead. His skin barely has any pigment in it whatsoever, it looking almost as white as snow. His eyes are a very pale green that tend not to show emotion. He wears a long black hooded jacket over a beaten up white shirt with jeans and sneakers.
Personality: When you first meet him, Nathaniel is very kind and selfless. He will usually go out of his way to help those who are in need even if it endangers himself. However the longer one is around him the more he seems... off. When his true colors laced with dementia and obsession give way he tends to say more and more unusual things that most wouldn't really understand. He has an obsession with those who have ability and a major inferiority complex.
Backstory:
Nathaniel was born in a Vault to a mother who was recently sick from previous exposure to radiation. He was born with albinism as well as frontotemporal dementia, a mental disorder. Soon after the baby was born Nathaniel's mother passed away. He spent the rest of his childhood in the same Vault as he was born in. Though he treated those around him with kindness, including the one that somewhat took care of him, he wasn't truly happy. Misfortune still loomed over him and fell upon him harder when they began doing experiments on him.
After a few years, all that would truly happen was fits of...breathy, somewhat raspy laughter from the boy, ranting about how he was useless anyway and that they should keep using him if it will help them and that he is nothing but garbage. This usually didn't stop until they ended the experiment in frustration. At the age of sixteen these fits would happen every day, even when there was no experiment running upon him. Truly, internally, he was just drifting through his life waiting for death. Multiple other vault goers would complain about him saying things that they couldn't understand and that he was crazy. It got to the point where Nathaniel was coming up with an insane plan that would supposedly bring hope through defeating hopelessness and triumphing. He tried to find whatever he could to murder so he could eventually be caught and dealt with, which would supposedly be uplifting to them. However before he could get that plan off the ground, in 2284 Vault 55 was opened. He left the vault, entering New Jersey, and put on his mask of optimism and kindness, still internally suffering. After a while of wandering aimlessly and doing his best to survive though part of him didn't want to, he ended up entering New York and ended up in the city, thinking that just maybe... he would be in the company of others again.
Definition of meta gaming: Knowing something out of character and applying that knowledge in character. Knowing something your character could not possibly know.
Definition of power gaming: Forcing your actions to happen, and denying other players their emotes from occurring, even if its extremely unlikely they will succeed.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have spent about a year and a half in a mine craft rp server known as Lord Of The Craft, and have become quite skilled at the art of Roleplaying. My experiances with fallout are: beating New Vegas and near 100 percenting it. I attempted to play Fallout One, but it either crashed, or I died due to a molestation of Rad Scorpions before I could do anything so I gave up and watched a walkthrough.
IC:
Character Name: Teleia Index
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Voice: Slightly gruff, yet recognizable as female.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 110 lbs (Flesh) and about 20 pounds of metal.
Body Type: A smallish frame, yet power is hidden beneath her skin. Her body is pretty modest in its portions.
Eyes: Watery Blue
Hair: A dark brown, typically dirty. Its usually worn in a bun with two spike like sticks coming out of the cloth wrapped hair.
Skin: Her face is extremely pale, while the rest of her body is still pale, but to a lesser extent.
Markings/Tattoos: Has an X shaped scar on her face, and a circular scar going around it. She has several pocket like indents in her shoulders and arms A large scar is laid across her chest.
Other Traits: She has blackened nails, obviously not from a nail polish. She wears shackles around both of her wrists, both ankles and neck
Health: Malnutritioned.
Personality: Easily ticked off from her brutal treatment in the legion, is very apologetic to friends, spaces out a lot.
Inventory: There are no pockets in her raggedy clothing.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Backstory: Teleia Index was a simple tribeswoman in the KaKa Clan, located somewhere near Denver in Legion territory. She was going about her daily tasks and chores in the village, happily raising her hood up over her head and heading out to go on a solo hunting trip with her trusty bow and carving knife. Once far away from her village, she prepares her weapon and gets into her hunting blind, setup with some branches and other natural elements. Of course, being the attention deficit girl she was, she quickly lost interest in hunting and nodded off for a nap. This turned out to be her undoing, as when she awoke, she was being roughly manhandled out of her blind by two legionnaires, and firmly dragged to one of their enslavement camps with Teleia thrashing about and screaming in KaKa the entire time, a struggle she would be punished for later by the mutilation of her face. She struggled to survive through this hellish life of being a legion slave, until 5 years later. The legion was moving their camp further east, and had mercilessly forced the slaves onward on foot. Many died, but definitely not a majority. As night fell, they stopped so that the legionnaires could rest, and rounded up the slaves to be tied up. Teleia, in the dark of night, ducked out of sight from the rest of the slaves, hiding herself in a ditch and pretending to be a corpse. Being as thin as she was, she successfully passed as a dead body, and was ignored, not even a handful of dirt tossed on her to show her as deceased. When the legions attention was away from her area, she lept up and sprinted as far away in the opposite direction they were going. A long while of running later, she stumbles upon a group of heavily armored men and women.They called themselves the Brotherhood of Steel (Midwest), and offered their help to the barely capable of speaking english woman. She stutters and spams out her response of a thank you, before collapsing into a heap of exhaustion. Upon awakening, she finds laying beside her two canteens of water, a large bundle of food, and a fair sized knife. She immediately pounces on the parcels of food, and chugs down the first canteen of water, savoring the second canteen happily. She looks around here to find the area unpopulated. However, before her lay an arrow, drawn into the dirt. Unbeknownst to her, its pointed directly towards where New York City is. Of course, assuming that this is where the group of people that helped her went, she blindly follows the direction of the arrow, holding a knife in one hand, and a canteen in another.
The Many Faces Of Teleia Index. ((Note, she does not have Red eyes in character, finding perfect art is difficult. Her eyes are blue.))
Ok I'm ready for a re evaluation. I could do better, but that would involve changing the original vision for the character, to let the rping shape him instead of having a set personality or moral before engaging with the world. I want to rp character growth and that an be difficult with established characters with a lot of previous history but if that is what's required then I will make major modification.
I've just informed the whitelisters of the build-up of applications here the other night, so it's plausible that one of them will go on a reviewing spree in the next day or so.
Knowing something out of character and applying that knowledge in character. Knowing something your character could not possibly know.
Definition of power gaming:
Forcing your actions to happen, and denying other players their emotes from occurring, even if its extremely unlikely they will succeed.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?:
Wild Wasteland, Ruined World, Year 2065, Asamular, Akavir. too many to name.
IC:
Name: William Park
Age: 22
Appearance:
Buzzed blond hair, 6 feet 2 inches, light beard.
Personality:
He displays perfect signs of a sociopath due to his lack of expression and character as well as his tendency to take things he wants. (Which often leads him to trouble.) Park also displays addictive behavior. He has superb acting skills, which he uses to persuade his fellow wanderers/wastelanders. Park is a exceptional fighter, he prefers melee weapons opposed to guns, although he can be pressured into using guns depending on the circumstances. He is particularly proficient in the use of a baseball bat.
Backstory:
Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went further downhill than it had already been. The parks transferred to a vault some years later.Luckily for William, his father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the mysteries of the outside world. His life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, his survival training was the most entertaining. After he received my first "weapon" (An old sword used in the war of the old world) He spent most of my free time at the Vault gym sparring, or else in the medical Sciences department, which he had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time he had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the spare parts inside the vault consumed already, his father, had hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts. His father reluctantly picked William, knowing that he was the most trained individual available, although he feared for his life. The vault split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took them to topside, William became ecstatic. Just the thought of the outside world joyed him to his core. He had wondered about your whole life. As the doors of the vault reluctantly opened, William viewed the outside world through the tinted orange of his hazmat suit. He saw barren waste, death, nothingness. Just a first glance of what the wasteland had to offer made William want to stay in the vault for eternity.
Soon enough the two groups were torn apart, struggling for survival William and the others who had survived took shelter in uninhabited ruins of the old world. Disease reached the conglomerate which only offered more of a struggle. They moved constantly, members dropping like flies each time, whether it be disease or insanity. Soon the group turned on each other, some left, others looked to suicide. Williams became unstable. He parted from the group onto the dirt and rubble of the wasteland which he now recognized as home.
Welp. its been almost 2 weeks with no word. That's promising.
As a given, immediate acceptance of applications, while a nice touch, isn't exactly high priority with the server not being up yet. Your app will be reviewed, snark abided and all.
Definition of meta gaming: The use of OOC knowledge IC. Such as your friend telling you they’re being cornered by a gaggle of savages, and you hoofing it over to help.
Definition of power gaming: Making an action without giving someone a chance to respond, or making an action for the other party. An example of such could be “Bob stabs Bill 47 times and Bill dies”
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Numerous Skype RPs, both incarnations of Akavir, Sands of Alikr/Iliac Bay (My server), and Toro League.
IC:
Name: Kane Ryker
Age: 27
Appearance:
It’s rare for one to see what lies beneath Ryker’s armor, which consists of a thick, pre-war suit that might have been a radiation suit, or worn by miners and/or those who worked in the steel mills, that has been modified with steel plating (Raider Iconoclast Armor). His mask appears to be made of leather, with bulging lenses, a filter, and a hard-hat on top with a light attached (Supervisor Helmet). Beneath his covering, Ryker is a man of Hispanic descent with a trimmed black beard, shaved head, and dull green eyes. Being from The Pitt, Ryker is afflicted with Troglodyte Degeneration Contagion, or TCD for short. As with others, this has caused skin lesions to cover his body, taking the form of vein like bulges, scabbed over sores, and discolored skin.
Personality:
Ryker is a man who believes nothing is simply handed to you. What you get, you earn. No matter what. Whether it be through wit, deceit, respect, or good old fashioned labor, you earn all that you have somehow, his preference being the latter two. One quick way to get yourself full of lead or on his dinner plate, is by taking credit for something you didn’t do. He can not, and /will/ not stand for someone taking credit from someone else. Someone more deserving, and the guilty party will pay dearly for it. Ryker is also the sort of man you could imagine ****ting out a diamond if you stuffed a lump of coal up his ****. For a raider, he’s surprisingly uptight about everything. Though, that could have to do with the fact he doesn't see himself or his fellow Pitt Raiders as savage beasts in mortal skin. No, to him, they are industrialists. Every slave he captures and sends off to The Pitt, every brutal torture he inflicts on an incompetent or strong willed worker, he simply sees as a business deal that some might consider a tad cut-throat. Not to say that Ryker doesn’t relax sometimes. He has a hobby of watching old movies stored on holodisks. Some of the men that have served under him even say that his has a soft-spot for Lord Ashur’s daughter, Maria, and that any toys they might come across he sends back to The Pitt with instructions for them to be given to her.
Backstory:
Ryker was born in the ruins of Philadelphia to a couple chem addicts that lived in a rundown slum inhabited by even more chem addicts. Needless to say, it was definitely not the sort of place a child should be living, Luckily for him, he wasn’t there long. No, when he was only five he was sold to a local group of a slavers to help fund his parent's Jet addiction. He didn’t mind though. The slavers were (nominally) nice to him, mainly because of his incredibly young age. His only complaint was that his necklace (slave collar) was a bit too tight, and pinched when he turned his head.
He was stuck in that slaver camp, working as a servant to the slavers for 10 years. By this time, his innocent, childish perception on everything had already shattered, allowing him to see the atrocities of the world, and accept them. It was at this time, he was finally sold. Deemed fit enough for hard labor, he was sold of to the Pitt Raiders, and taken to The Pitt as a slave. Though most children would buckle under the pressure of the harsh reality that is the hell hole, Ryker did not. Ryker worked, and he worked hard. He was determined, driven by the stories of freedom to those who did so. However, his hard work didn’t only draw the attention of his masters, but other slaves as well. One slave inparticular, one which towered over the bow with barely a hair on his chin, thought it wise to try and take credit for his work, and he did...for a while. Eventually, Ryker grew tired of the man, and when he had back turned, decided to see if the Auto-Axes they cut the steel with cut through flesh and bone just as well. Turns out they do.
This show of brutality and willingness to kill earned Ryker a spot in the hole, fighting for his freedom, and he’d be damned if his was going to allow what he craved so badly slip through his fingertips. Three slaves and three warriors entered, and one-by-one they fell the the child with an Auto-Axe, and Ryker, for the first time since his childhood, felt happy. That is, until he was told his freedom was in the form of becoming a Pitt Raider himself. Ryker was furious, and demanded his freedom. He swung his Auto-Axe through the chainlink fence at those watching, yelling in anger, until a voice broke through the noise, and all went silent. The crowd of dirty raiders parted as a man in modified Power Armor walked towards him. Ishmael Ashur. He explained why he did what he did. That the only way to restore The Pitt, restore industry, is if we all worked together. However, for everyone to work together, there needed to be a social order and strong men and women to fill it. Ryker fell silent, having never thought of it like that. Lord Ashur had successfully tamed his fury, and Ryker joined the Pitt Raiders.
Ryker’s fame within The Pitt only grew after he became one of the Raiders. He started out as a bridge guard, being handed the duty with making sure no one got in or out through use of landmines and a DKS-501 Sniper Rifle. Under his watchful eye, no slave ever made it farther than the overturned bus in the center, and few even made it that close to freedom. After that, he was moved to the mill to act as the foreman, where is brutality with the slaves that once were his brothers in binds and friends insured that productivity was at it’s peak. It was during this time he did away with the Auto-Axe and Sniper Rifle, gaining a preference for the N91 Urban Assault Rifle, which was in ample supply. He stayed in his position as Foreman for six years before being moved to the Raiding Parties. He wasn’t terribly happy with the change at first, but the raiding parties /had/ been slacking off lately, and were in desperate need of some improving. This is when the full extent of Ryker’s “dedication” would be seen. After a potential slave managed to escape the group when one of their number managed to be bribed with Psycho, a chem that said raider happened to be addicted to, Ryker decided that severe punishment was in order.
He knocked the addict out via a well placed hit with the butt of his AR, and ordered the other two to tie him up. They proceeded to camp there for three days, leaving the addict lying out in the middle of their camp, begging for mercy and chems, until he died from dehydration. After that, they returned to The Pitt. The brutal punishment of one of his own sent a message to those that might be placed under his command. He will not tolerate failure. In current, he still leads Raiding parties, and often comes back with some of the most bountiful hauls that reach The Pitt. Recently, he has been instructed to carry out a special mission; travel to the ruins of New York City, begin salvaging metal from the destroyed buildings, and as usual, bolster the ranks of their workers. Always the loyal follower, Ryker has set out to the Empire Wasteland, trekking through the metro tunnels to uncharted territory.
Definition of meta gaming: Meta gaming is taking knowledge out of character, and using it in character with no real means for your character to have that knowledge ICly. Also the tunnel snakes suck, they don't rule.
Definition of power gaming: Power gaming is when you force an action upon another player.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've lost count on how many years or how many server's I've been enlisted in. I used to have my own post apocalyptic roleplay server a few years ago like Ruined World and Year 2065 or something like that. I've been an administrator on a few as well. I've been roleplaying on GTA SAMP (Red County RP), as well as Xbox 360 RP's on the GTA games though console RP is way too difficult so I just stick to RPing on computers. I'm into heavy RP so usually when my mood is good I do just that. I don't know why RP is in bold but okay. BlueScope will know me. Sup buddy.
IC:
Name: Cody Holloway
Age: 23
Appearance: Black combat pants, tattered undershirt and brown hair.
Personality: Ignorant, cautious, loyal and hard working. He's built settlements from the ground up and doesn't like to take crap from anyone. He's seen enough people come and go which made him not like to get attached to people. He isn't quick to trust but is one of the most loyal allies one can ask for.
Backstory: (You asked for it)
Your character's story so far:I was born and raised in a small shanty town called "Taipei". It was a small and dirty town llike all others. There were kids for me to play with most of the time and the towns folk were friendly. Up around the age of 13 I told my dad that I want to go out side the town walls. Go on an adventure some day. and he said "Son, one day you ARE going outside these walls, and you'll find the unimaginable out there. But theres something I need to teach you first" and that's where I picked up my basic fighting. He trained me for a year and a half so I could hold my own. I would practice day in and day out training myself, and with my father for that time. Around 14 since I had set my goal at such a young age. I worked for some money so I could buy gear when I'm ready to leave the community. I knew that time wasn't near but I wanted to be prepared. So for two years I worked for my money in a local Merchant shop cleaning the place. It wasn't fun but If I wanted to leave I had to. I would check stock, some times be in the store on my own, cleaning, and when something broke the owner would teach me on his spare time how to fix things. I learned some skills during my time there. Talking to people, learning the tricks of the trade. I met many people. Some better then other's of course.
But then, in the middle of it all. Tragedy struck. My mother had developed lung cancer. I think she had it for a while but the symptoms weren't there until she was older I suppose. It was like my world was spinning. I mean, she's my mother after all. How could I not care? She was always there for me when I needed her. Day in and day out. She was sick and in bed most of the time coughing, sometimes blood. It was heart breaking to see someone in so much pain. I didn't think she was going to die, figured she would come out of it like everyone usually should. But not this time. This time it was different. She only survived 2 months after. And we had to put her to rest. My father and I were distraught, but we had to carry on. We knew that we couldn't just stay in the past. We had to continue forward. So almost everyday from then I knew I had to make her proud.
I kept working as hard as I could until I had hit the age of 18. And yes. I mean still working in that little shop. Of course I took any other odd job that was around back then. Looking after animals, running errands, helping teach at the school. I took anything really just to get another buck. By then I was ready to explore the world. I took all my money I had saved up and went to the merchant I worked for. I bought things like water, medical supplies, a baseball bat, a spade, some food, and a sleeping bag to keep me warm at night. I said my goodbyes to my father Nathan and everyone in the town. And went on my way.
It was pretty scary at first. Not knowing what was out there. I thought there were a lot more people. I looked in all directions and there was just......Nothing. Like my town was the only thing for miles as far as the eye can see. So I headed in one direction and walked for several hours until finally I came upon a small settlement. I think it was called....Fort Glen. Don't know why. Didn't look like much of a fort. I met some people there though they weren't that friendly either. If I hadn't told them how long i had been walking they would had kicked me out of the place. I restocked some supplies. Stayed the night and was on my was the next morning. I don't even think anyone knew I left. I didn't take to any specific direction to go in other then the one I had just walked from. But on the way I found this spider like creature, I knew it didn't look good and I was right. Within seconds it was running towards me full speed so I got my bat at the ready. At first it jumped at me and I didn't expect it, I was knocked down almost within the blink of an eye. I used my forearm for protection and it crunched down on it, I screamed in pain but I knew if I just sat there I was dead. So I kicked it off, it came at me again. This time it didn't jump and I had a clear shot. I swung that batas hard as I could and nearlytook its head off. It wasn't dead but pretty close. It wasn't in any condition to move so I ran to a safe distance, took some medical supplies out of my satchel and began treating the wound. I noticed that my arm was broken and cut up bad. So I used some disinfectant and splint and carried on to where I was going.
You wouldn't believe what I saw. This place was HUGE. I had never seen a town so big in my life! I had come across Las Vegas! There were still some neon lights working around the city still it was amazing! High class people and a really nice town! Thankfully there was a doctor there to patch me up for a price. Real sinister looking guy too I mean he looked just like he came out of one of those old films. But looks can be deceiving. We spoke for a bit during and after he fixed me up. And was actually a family man with his own house just outside of the city. I told him my story and he even let me have a drink of some water he had around. I stayed there for about four days or so. That way I would have time to heal up. The place was beautiful but I just couldn't stay. I mean to come all this way to stop here? Not going to happen.
I met some pretty bright characters during my time there. One of them I remember. Went by the name of Shotte Latte. He said he got the name from shooting a drink right out of someone's hand! Said something about the person disrespecting him. Man the measures people will go through for such little things. If I were to go on, I would write for hours! But. I just don't have the time, nor the patients to do so. I packed up once again and left the glimmering city.
After I left I walked through the desert until night came. Though by that time I had found my way to some mountains. Where I spotted a cave. I took my flashlight and baseball bat and ventured in for shelter. My arm was still a bit beat up, so I was really hoping nothing was in there. Probably wouldn't have won the fight if there was. I was pretty surprised that there wasn't though. The cave didn't go very far in, so I set up camp and rested the night. In the morning...Well you know the story. Kind of like a broken record with me I suppose.
Some time later I came upon a guy named Danher. He made a very small place he ran by himself. He offered if I could move in and I accepted. I built my first house there. Hell that's where everything started. We lived in the same.. Well tiny town for a few weeks. But then raiders attacked us. I made it out. But he didn't. I went back a few hours later and they were gone. So I took over. I stockpiled up on supplies like metal scraps and pieces. And built up walls and an entrance. To ensure that it would never happen again. Then a stranger came by. I spoke with the man for a bit before letting him in. Good thing too. I offered for him to stay if he wanted and he accepted. I gave him Danher's old house. What a weird name..."Danher".. Not a name I have ever heard of before in my life I kept expanding on the town until I had made an inn. Some houses and walls high enough that you'd probably die if you fell off.
Eventually I actually made a roof over the town. Which was perfect. Like a private community to live in though it probably wasn't a good idea in the long run. You could certainly see the place from every direction. By this time about five people or so moved in the town. And before I knew it I had a community! My own town with people living inside of it! I had become mayor. A few weeks pass and.....Danher came back.. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure to attack him or talk to him but..He wasn't himself.. He looked decayed and distorted. I don't remember what he said or how it happened. But..Yeah... I let him stay, but before I knew it he starting trying to kill people in the town. And I had to kill him myself. So when it was dark, and no one else was around. I confronted him and we initiated battle. He didn't put up much a fight. As his hand fell off giving me an opportunity to strike. Look at me.. I'm babbling off again.. On wards towards the present.
That town. Which I called Petrova. Got raided a few months after I killed Danher. It was blown to bits. I tried to fix everything but the damage was just too much for me to handle. The occupants of the town left and I was all alone. I had no other choice but to leave. So I went off to start a new town. I searched for around a week or so searching the wastes until I came upon an old small settlement. Pre-war too. It even had it's own Nuclear Reactor! I couldn't believe my eyes it was absolutely untouched. The town had no walls around it. No protection. But it had complete possibility for it's own power. So I moved into one of the houses. It had a hole blown out of the side, so I fixed the hole and lived there. I took the items I had with me to build the walls. At least then I felt a bit safer.
A guy by the name of J came by and he seemed to be sane, even a bit intelligent, I let him in after a brief conversation and he was in awe of the place. He was fascinated by the reactor and the fact that it was still intact, let alone almost running. He offered to help repair it so power could be restored and within a few weeks we had figured it out. With a lot of hard work and dedication we were able to repair it.
Just like last time, people came and went. Moved in and moved out. Even after all of this I eventually left myself. I gave ownership to my friend "J". I must have been walking around for a few weeks when I came upon an old vault. It had three small "apartment" like things to live in. An incinerator, furnaces, it's own greenhouse. This was the first vault I had ever seen in my life. I wonder if all vaults had those things? When you walked into the lobby there's a glass floor under your feet. When you looked down there was a fully grown tree underneath. I found that quite amusing. My room had a fireplace. Storage area, bed, kitchen, you get the rest. Fit for a king. Two of three rooms had that, don't know why the third one didn't. Beyond me... But then out of no where. And I do mean no where. My friend "J" showed up. I was surprised as he was. He left the town the same as I. The odds of us meeting up with each other was extremely low. He was also out exploring. And I told him about my recent discovery. I told him to live with me in the vault. After all; I would probably go insane living in that thing alone. We lived in the vault and maintained it for a few years. He moved out. And not long after I did the same thing. I don't stay in the same place too long. Guess it's in my nature. Who know's though. People change right? Just like everything. I'll have to cut this short. So the bottom line here is. I have run over three towns, kept people in secret. Became what no one would have ever expected. Met more strangers then a hooker, covered more land then an Eagle. I've been through a lot, seen things like you couldn't even imagine. And it's only getting started. Thank you for reading. Though you probably shouldn't be. Unless you found my journal....
Both of you are approved! Sorry for the late reviews, I've been a bit lazy and busy recently.
Knowing something out of character and applying that knowledge in character. Knowing something your character could not possibly know.
Definition of power gaming:
Forcing your actions to happen, and denying other players their emotes from occurring, even if its extremely unlikely they will succeed.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?:
Wild Wasteland, Ruined World, Year 2065, Asamular, Akavir. too many to name.
IC:
Name: William Park
Age: 22
Appearance:
Buzzed blond hair, 6 feet 2 inches, light beard.
Personality:
He displays perfect signs of a sociopath due to his lack of expression and character as well as his tendency to take things he wants. (Which often leads him to trouble.) Park also displays addictive behavior. He has superb acting skills, which he uses to persuade his fellow wanderers/wastelanders. Park is a exceptional fighter, he prefers melee weapons opposed to guns, although he can be pressured into using guns depending on the circumstances. He is particularly proficient in the use of a baseball bat.
Backstory:
Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went further downhill than it had already been. The parks transferred to a vault some years later.Luckily for William, his father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the mysteries of the outside world. His life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, his survival training was the most entertaining. After he received my first "weapon" (An old sword used in the war of the old world) He spent most of my free time at the Vault gym sparring, or else in the medical Sciences department, which he had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time he had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the spare parts inside the vault consumed already, his father, had hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts. His father reluctantly picked William, knowing that he was the most trained individual available, although he feared for his life. The vault split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took them to topside, William became ecstatic. Just the thought of the outside world joyed him to his core. He had wondered about your whole life. As the doors of the vault reluctantly opened, William viewed the outside world through the tinted orange of his hazmat suit. He saw barren waste, death, nothingness. Just a first glance of what the wasteland had to offer made William want to stay in the vault for eternity.
Soon enough the two groups were torn apart, struggling for survival William and the others who had survived took shelter in uninhabited ruins of the old world. Disease reached the conglomerate which only offered more of a struggle. They moved constantly, members dropping like flies each time, whether it be disease or insanity. Soon the group turned on each other, some left, others looked to suicide. Williams became unstable. He parted from the group onto the dirt and rubble of the wasteland which he now recognized as home.
Eyedeaus, your OOC information, while fairly solid could be improved as it lacks a couple of details. Your character's appearance description is rather poor. Buzzed blonde hair, 6'2, and a light beard. What's his complexion like? What about the colors of his eyes? What does he wear? How does he stand? Is his relaxed expression angry? Scared? Any particular scars? Details! I need details!
His personality is also strange. Why is he just a sociopath? That's coming off as the strangest thing I can see.
Your backstory, to be blunt, is extremely poor. The majority of it is wrong, just so plain wrong, I don't know if you know the history of Fallout, but, the bombs dropped in 2077. The way it seems to me is that your character and his party of pals went out only a couple years after the bombs dropped. The world would still be full of deadly radiation. And the server is set in 2285. Unless your character is a ghoul, there's no possible way that William Park is still alive. The way you are writing implies he is fully human.
Definition of meta gaming: Knowing something out of character and applying that knowledge in character. Knowing something your character could not possibly know.
Definition of power gaming: Forcing your actions to happen, and denying other players their emotes from occurring, even if its extremely unlikely they will succeed.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have spent about a year and a half in a mine craft rp server known as Lord Of The Craft, and have become quite skilled at the art of Roleplaying. My experiances with fallout are: beating New Vegas and near 100 percenting it. I attempted to play Fallout One, but it either crashed, or I died due to a molestation of Rad Scorpions before I could do anything so I gave up and watched a walkthrough.
IC:
Character Name: Teleia Index
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Voice: Slightly gruff, yet recognizable as female.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 110 lbs (Flesh) and about 20 pounds of metal.
Body Type: A smallish frame, yet power is hidden beneath her skin. Her body is pretty modest in its portions.
Eyes: Watery Blue
Hair: A dark brown, typically dirty. Its usually worn in a bun with two spike like sticks coming out of the cloth wrapped hair.
Skin: Her face is extremely pale, while the rest of her body is still pale, but to a lesser extent.
Markings/Tattoos: Has an X shaped scar on her face, and a circular scar going around it. She has several pocket like indents in her shoulders and arms A large scar is laid across her chest.
Other Traits: She has blackened nails, obviously not from a nail polish. She wears shackles around both of her wrists, both ankles and neck
Health: Malnutritioned.
Personality: Easily ticked off from her brutal treatment in the legion, is very apologetic to friends, spaces out a lot.
Inventory: There are no pockets in her raggedy clothing.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Backstory: Teleia Index was a simple tribeswoman in the KaKa Clan, located somewhere near Denver in Legion territory. She was going about her daily tasks and chores in the village, happily raising her hood up over her head and heading out to go on a solo hunting trip with her trusty bow and carving knife. Once far away from her village, she prepares her weapon and gets into her hunting blind, setup with some branches and other natural elements. Of course, being the attention deficit girl she was, she quickly lost interest in hunting and nodded off for a nap. This turned out to be her undoing, as when she awoke, she was being roughly manhandled out of her blind by two legionnaires, and firmly dragged to one of their enslavement camps with Teleia thrashing about and screaming in KaKa the entire time, a struggle she would be punished for later by the mutilation of her face. She struggled to survive through this hellish life of being a legion slave, until 5 years later. The legion was moving their camp further east, and had mercilessly forced the slaves onward on foot. Many died, but definitely not a majority. As night fell, they stopped so that the legionnaires could rest, and rounded up the slaves to be tied up. Teleia, in the dark of night, ducked out of sight from the rest of the slaves, hiding herself in a ditch and pretending to be a corpse. Being as thin as she was, she successfully passed as a dead body, and was ignored, not even a handful of dirt tossed on her to show her as deceased. When the legions attention was away from her area, she lept up and sprinted as far away in the opposite direction they were going. A long while of running later, she stumbles upon a group of heavily armored men and women.They called themselves the Brotherhood of Steel (Midwest), and offered their help to the barely capable of speaking english woman. She stutters and spams out her response of a thank you, before collapsing into a heap of exhaustion. Upon awakening, she finds laying beside her two canteens of water, a large bundle of food, and a fair sized knife. She immediately pounces on the parcels of food, and chugs down the first canteen of water, savoring the second canteen happily. She looks around here to find the area unpopulated. However, before her lay an arrow, drawn into the dirt. Unbeknownst to her, its pointed directly towards where New York City is. Of course, assuming that this is where the group of people that helped her went, she blindly follows the direction of the arrow, holding a knife in one hand, and a canteen in another.
The Many Faces Of Teleia Index. ((Note, she does not have Red eyes in character, finding perfect art is difficult. Her eyes are blue.))
Tunnel Snakes Rule!
Jenna here, I’ll be reviewing your whitelist app. We've been running behind, unfortunately, but we're getting to them as we come. Let's see here...
1: You have not used the correct IC format. Most of the information is there, albeit incredibly sparse, and easily could have been put into "appearance" in a more readable format. Where did these twenty pounds of metal come from? If it’s just from her shackles and collar, the density of that metal is ridiculous, especially for someone her size. She would be either jacked from constantly lifting on each arm, or she’d be dead.
2: You need to expand on your personality. Like, a lot. What makes her tick? This is very superficial as it stands. It’s looking half-baked and frankly, unimpressive.
3: Your backstory is pretty cliché, not to mention, with the appearance added, a rip off of Painwheel from Skullgirls. We’re looking for original characters, not imports from other games and shows. The KaKa clan is from the BlazBlue clan, as well, another fighting game- Not Fallout, unfortunately. You need to change this.
4: Furthermore, she’s a bit of a concerning paradox. Getting to New York on her own in her condition would not be easy. Someone as weak and malnourished as she was would have had a hard time running, especially with 20 pounds of weight hauling behind her. It would feel more like 50, if not more.
The trip to New York is a whole different monster in its own regard. Without guns, armor, or a steady supply of nutrition or protection, she would barely make it a few nights on the way there. Ever played New Vegas and tried to go the “direct” route to Vegas from Goodsprings off the bat?
Yeah.
Not a solid plan.
I advise you rework your character, add more depth, and more. Your OOC section looks good, but until the above is fixed, your application is hereby…
ChuckHale, firstly, I appreciate the feedback, I'll be sure to include more to the personality of the character when/if I put in another application. Thank you.
But, I said the character retains sociopathic behavior, this does not mean he is a sociopath. Secondly, I don't really understand why the concept of living in a vault is far-fetched to you. I didn't include dates because I didn't want to interfere with the years/specifics (and to avoid comments like yours, which I still don't quite understand, as I never used dates...) I kept it ambiguous intentionally. Also you say "The way it seems to me is that your character and his party of pals went out only a couple years after the bombs dropped. The world would still be full of deadly radiation. And the server is set in 2285." Sure, this is the way it seems, but it's not what it really is. Fallout 3 takes place in 2277, yes. I'm aware the server takes place 8 years after the setting of Fallout 3, but is it really plausible that my character would die of the "deadly radiation" you mentioned if the main character in Fallout 3 doesn't die of radiation (and isn't a ghoul). I mean if it works in the actual game Fallout I see no reason why it wouldn't here. This server is based of the game, no?
one last thing to mention, my OOC information is almost identical to tjt98's which is funny to me, since her definitions were seen as acceptable, anyways that's besides the point.
I hope you look over this and comprehend what I'm trying to say in my app. Thanks for your time bro
Minecraft Username: DendoNeko
Age: 15
Definition of meta gaming: Using information you gathered OOCly, and using it Icly
Definition of power gaming: Forcing your actions against another player, without giving them a chance to react.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Well, I've Rped in multiple games, and a few servers before this. I have also played Fallout New Vegas, and have knowledge of stuff in the other games.
IC:
Name: Jay (Shortened form of Jayden) Riley
Age: 20
Appearance: He has long, dark brown hair, green eyes, and white skin. He's 5'10", and skinny. He wears a black duster jacket he found over his Vault 127 jumpsuit.
Personality: Curious, quiet, and usually content.
Backstory: He was born and raised in Vault 127, outside of what used to be Manhattan. On his 18th birthday, his father and mother were accused of 1st degree murder. He testified in a makeshift court, bu they wouldn't believe him, and his parents were executed by Electric chair. He watched the entire thing, and in rage, he left Vault 127. For good. He had been wandering throughout the Manhattan wasteland for a year, and eventually made it to New York City. He's been scraping together whatever he's needed for about a year now.
Let's take a peek here. Your meta and power gaming definitions are a little shaky.
Your appearance could do with a bit more detail. Scars? Does Jayden usually look calm and collected or furious and ready to burst in a second?
Personality could be expanded upon. A lot.
The backstory. Too short, too little detailed. What was his life like in Vault 127? Was he a troublemaker? Was he a nice guy? He just up and left the Vault?
For now, this is
OOC:
Minecraft Username: Josh_Changeling
Age: 21
Definition of meta gaming: To assume one knows info and law instead of considering what exactly your character would know in this world. To meta play involves two base actions. First to assume your character knows what you know instead of finding out for himself. Your character does not know who the Brotherhood is or Ghouls unless it fits with their backstory and should act accordingly when discovering both. Second is to use more gameplay knowledge such as seeing name tags though walls or item locations to benefit your play style.
Definition of power gaming: To either push an action or to attempt an act one can not realistically accomplish. A power gamer has a clear goal or objective and does whatever they can to achieve said goal regardless of story or character. One must let the story morph the character not the other way around.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've spent the last three years on forums, Skype and a MLP rp sever. To be more accurate I have done short, medium and long term rp from a wide range of canons although I have only done fallout based rps I have played ALL fallout games EVEN the crappy xbox game from start to finish, read the lore over and over even loving the cut lore from the cancelled fallout 3 so I have a ton of experience in fallout itself.
IC:
Name: Jacob
Age: 21
Appearance: Young, Caucasian, short brown hair and vault jumpsuit labelled 99. Short, pale skin, sky blue eyes, thin frame, sensitive eyesight (being underground for so long) and pipboy 3000 (people would have forgotten where they left their 2000s)
Personality: A little timid and hard to trust, careful but can also do rash things in the heat of the moment. Overall he can be quite negative although not cold hearted, he just puts great value on honest believing a compliment should be earned not given. He values facts and history, probably formed from his own lack of such, often engrossed by stories and past events that shaped the world around us all. As for morals her tends to be open minded listening to both side before making a choice usually for the best of both faction. Overall he has good karma but goes extra lengths to get all the info before making a choice.
Backstory: Basically Jacob, identified by a nametag on his jumpsuit, pretty much found himself on a rock, with no memory of how he got there. To expand Jacob was part of vault 99, an experimental vault with a simple test. Drugs would be ejected into the ventilation to give an amnesian effect overnight, the test to see If the vault dwellers could take care of themselves when they were incapable of remembering anything almost as if reliving the same day over and over. This was accomplished, barely, though notes and holotapes although this made life and maintenance difficult only keeping critical systems working thanks to a supply of maintenance robots supplied to the vault for this exact reason. Overtime however these robots rusted, they broke and while they had a sizable amount of machines when the vault was closed these robots simply broke down over time and unable to be repaired by the dwellers who were incapable of remembering anything lead to a radiation leak killing the majority of the population besides a small handful on the highest levels who escaped into the wasteland, Jacob being one of them. No long breathing in the chemicals, the amnesian effects recovered, though he is now lost and alone. As a whole Jacob has a very open backstory allowing him to create a backstory as one plays, a blank slate to be filled with character interaction and encounters. As a setup Jacob has been wondering for about an hour, horrified but coming to terms with his current situation attempting to contact other humans while also looking for food and water. Equipment wise all he has is the clothes on his back leaving him exposed and in danger unless either getting help or finding a unguarded catch.
Tunnel stakes rule, Overseer drool.
Minecraft Username: LucinaLatrans
Age: 14, 15 later this year.
Definition of meta gaming: Taking information you would only know OOC, and using it IC.
Definition of power gaming: Trying to force unrealistic or unreasonable actions on one another.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've put many hours in to Fallout: New Vegas, and a few dozen into Fallout 3. I don't have much roleplay experience, but I'm interested in it.
IC:
Name: Lucina (based lightly on the character from Fire Emblem: Awakening)
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'9", Dark blue hair, blue eyes. usually wears medieval-themed clothing, as she is somewhat obsessed with the medieval theme.
Personality: Quiet, stealthy, keeps to herself. doesn't like to start fights that don't need to be started. she prefers melee weapons, but can use a gun if she needs to. she loved to read Grognak the Barbarian comics as a child, which is why she likes to use swords, and wear rather strange clothing.
Backstory: Lucina was stolen from her parents after they were shot dead by raiders. she was then raised by raiders in a somewhat cruel and harsh environment. she was forced to fight wild animals and other children in an arena, for the raiders' entertainment. one night, the raiders were attacked by a mysterious group of men, which she assumed were somehow related to the Brotherhood of Steel, as they looked like they were wearing some type of power armor. she used the opportunity to escape, and she's been running ever since, looking for a place to settle down, or maybe just a good place to die.
oh, and, Tunnel Snakes rule! suck it Anata! wait, her name was Anata, right?
OOC:
Minecraft Username: LucinaLatrans
Age: 14, 15 later this year.
Definition of meta gaming: Taking information you would only know OOC, and using it IC.
Definition of power gaming: Trying to force unrealistic or unreasonable actions on one another.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've put many hours in to Fallout: New Vegas, and a few dozen into Fallout 3. I don't have much roleplay experience, but I'm interested in it.
IC:
Name: Lucina (based lightly on the character from Fire Emblem: Awakening)
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'9", Dark blue hair, blue eyes. usually wears medieval-themed clothing, as she is somewhat obsessed with the medieval theme.
Personality: Quiet, stealthy, keeps to herself. doesn't like to start fights that don't need to be started. she prefers melee weapons, but can use a gun if she needs to. she loved to read Grognak the Barbarian comics as a child, which is why she likes to use swords, and wear rather strange clothing.
Backstory: Lucina was stolen from her parents after they were shot dead by raiders. she was then raised by raiders in a somewhat cruel and harsh environment. she was forced to fight wild animals and other children in an arena, for the raiders' entertainment. one night, the raiders were attacked by a mysterious group of men, which she assumed were somehow related to the Brotherhood of Steel, as they looked like they were wearing some type of power armor. she used the opportunity to escape, and she's been running ever since, looking for a place to settle down, or maybe just a good place to die.
oh, and, Tunnel Snakes rule! suck it Anata! wait, her name was Anata, right?
Both of your applications are denied for the following reasons
joshua1029384756: Your OOC and IC information are both very lacking in the actual information department. Your OOC definitions could do with some more elaboration. Your IC descriptions are very lacking as well.
LucinaLatrans: Your OOC definitions are straight and to the point, they're good. However.. your backstory for Lucina is very cliche. Parents killed by raiders, and being raised by said raiders afterward. Very, very cliche. Why did the raiders raise the child? Most raiders are strung-out junkies.
You're both denied, but are able to re-apply at your discretion.
Minecraft Username: ElecB0ogalo0
Age: 17
Definition of meta gaming: The use of OOC knowledge IC. Such as your friend telling you they’re being cornered by a gaggle of savages, and you hoofing it over to help.
Definition of power gaming: Making an action without giving someone a chance to respond, or making an action for the other party. An example of such could be “Bob stabs Bill 47 times and Bill dies”
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: Numerous Skype RPs, both incarnations of Akavir, Sands of Alikr/Iliac Bay (My server), and Toro League.
IC:
Name: Kane Ryker
Age: 27
Appearance:
It’s rare for one to see what lies beneath Ryker’s armor, which consists of a thick, pre-war suit that might have been a radiation suit, or worn by miners and/or those who worked in the steel mills, that has been modified with steel plating (Raider Iconoclast Armor). His mask appears to be made of leather, with bulging lenses, a filter, and a hard-hat on top with a light attached (Supervisor Helmet). Beneath his covering, Ryker is a man of Hispanic descent with a trimmed black beard, shaved head, and dull green eyes. Being from The Pitt, Ryker is afflicted with Troglodyte Degeneration Contagion, or TCD for short. As with others, this has caused skin lesions to cover his body, taking the form of vein like bulges, scabbed over sores, and discolored skin.
Personality:
Ryker is a man who believes nothing is simply handed to you. What you get, you earn. No matter what. Whether it be through wit, deceit, respect, or good old fashioned labor, you earn all that you have somehow, his preference being the latter two. One quick way to get yourself full of lead or on his dinner plate, is by taking credit for something you didn’t do. He can not, and /will/ not stand for someone taking credit from someone else. Someone more deserving, and the guilty party will pay dearly for it. Ryker is also the sort of man you could imagine shitting out a diamond if you stuffed a lump of coal up his ****. For a raider, he’s surprisingly uptight about everything. Though, that could have to do with the fact he doesn't see himself or his fellow Pitt Raiders as savage beasts in mortal skin. No, to him, they are industrialists. Every slave he captures and sends off to The Pitt, every brutal torture he inflicts on an incompetent or strong willed worker, he simply sees as a business deal that some might consider a tad cut-throat. Not to say that Ryker doesn’t relax sometimes. He has a hobby of watching old movies stored on holodisks. Some of the men that have served under him even say that his has a soft-spot for Lord Ashur’s daughter, Maria, and that any toys they might come across he sends back to The Pitt with instructions for them to be given to her.
Backstory:
Ryker was born in the ruins of Philadelphia to a couple chem addicts that lived in a rundown slum inhabited by even more chem addicts. Needless to say, it was definitely not the sort of place a child should be living, Luckily for him, he wasn’t there long. No, when he was only five he was sold to a local group of a slavers to help fund his parent's Jet addiction. He didn’t mind though. The slavers were (nominally) nice to him, mainly because of his incredibly young age. His only complaint was that his necklace (slave collar) was a bit too tight, and pinched when he turned his head.
He was stuck in that slaver camp, working as a servant to the slavers for 10 years. By this time, his innocent, childish perception on everything had already shattered, allowing him to see the atrocities of the world, and accept them. It was at this time, he was finally sold. Deemed fit enough for hard labor, he was sold of to the Pitt Raiders, and taken to The Pitt as a slave. Though most children would buckle under the pressure of the harsh reality that is the hell hole, Ryker did not. Ryker worked, and he worked hard. He was determined, driven by the stories of freedom to those who did so. However, his hard work didn’t only draw the attention of his masters, but other slaves as well. One slave inparticular, one which towered over the bow with barely a hair on his chin, thought it wise to try and take credit for his work, and he did...for a while. Eventually, Ryker grew tired of the man, and when he had back turned, decided to see if the Auto-Axes they cut the steel with cut through flesh and bone just as well. Turns out they do.
This show of brutality and willingness to kill earned Ryker a spot in the hole, fighting for his freedom, and he’d be damned if his was going to allow what he craved so badly slip through his fingertips. Three slaves and three warriors entered, and one-by-one they fell the the child with an Auto-Axe, and Ryker, for the first time since his childhood, felt happy. That is, until he was told his freedom was in the form of becoming a Pitt Raider himself. Ryker was furious, and demanded his freedom. He swung his Auto-Axe through the chainlink fence at those watching, yelling in anger, until a voice broke through the noise, and all went silent. The crowd of dirty raiders parted as a man in modified Power Armor walked towards him. Ishmael Ashur. He explained why he did what he did. That the only way to restore The Pitt, restore industry, is if we all worked together. However, for everyone to work together, there needed to be a social order and strong men and women to fill it. Ryker fell silent, having never thought of it like that. Lord Ashur had successfully tamed his fury, and Ryker joined the Pitt Raiders.
Ryker’s fame within The Pitt only grew after he became one of the Raiders. He started out as a bridge guard, being handed the duty with making sure no one got in or out through use of landmines and a DKS-501 Sniper Rifle. Under his watchful eye, no slave ever made it farther than the overturned bus in the center, and few even made it that close to freedom. After that, he was moved to the mill to act as the foreman, where is brutality with the slaves that once were his brothers in binds and friends insured that productivity was at it’s peak. It was during this time he did away with the Auto-Axe and Sniper Rifle, gaining a preference for the N91 Urban Assault Rifle, which was in ample supply. He stayed in his position as Foreman for six years before being moved to the Raiding Parties. He wasn’t terribly happy with the change at first, but the raiding parties /had/ been slacking off lately, and were in desperate need of some improving. This is when the full extent of Ryker’s “dedication” would be seen. After a potential slave managed to escape the group when one of their number managed to be bribed with Psycho, a chem that said raider happened to be addicted to, Ryker decided that severe punishment was in order.
He knocked the addict out via a well placed hit with the butt of his AR, and ordered the other two to tie him up. They proceeded to camp there for three days, leaving the addict lying out in the middle of their camp, begging for mercy and chems, until he died from dehydration. After that, they returned to The Pitt. The brutal punishment of one of his own sent a message to those that might be placed under his command. He will not tolerate failure. In current, he still leads Raiding parties, and often comes back with some of the most bountiful hauls that reach The Pitt. Recently, he has been instructed to carry out a special mission; travel to the ruins of New York City, begin salvaging metal from the destroyed buildings, and as usual, bolster the ranks of their workers. Always the loyal follower, Ryker has set out to the Empire Wasteland, trekking through the metro tunnels to uncharted territory.
Tunnel Snakes Rule!
I have added more OOC info but not quite ready for resubmission. I'll get back to it soon, and will update my IC in a few days.
OOC:
Minecraft Username: codycg
Age: 20
Definition of meta gaming: Meta gaming is taking knowledge out of character, and using it in character with no real means for your character to have that knowledge ICly. Also the tunnel snakes suck, they don't rule.
Definition of power gaming: Power gaming is when you force an action upon another player.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I've lost count on how many years or how many server's I've been enlisted in. I used to have my own post apocalyptic roleplay server a few years ago like Ruined World and Year 2065 or something like that. I've been an administrator on a few as well. I've been roleplaying on GTA SAMP (Red County RP), as well as Xbox 360 RP's on the GTA games though console RP is way too difficult so I just stick to RPing on computers. I'm into heavy RP so usually when my mood is good I do just that. I don't know why RP is in bold but okay. BlueScope will know me. Sup buddy.
IC:
Name: Cody Holloway
Age: 23
Appearance: Black combat pants, tattered undershirt and brown hair.
Personality: Ignorant, cautious, loyal and hard working. He's built settlements from the ground up and doesn't like to take crap from anyone. He's seen enough people come and go which made him not like to get attached to people. He isn't quick to trust but is one of the most loyal allies one can ask for.
Backstory: (You asked for it)
Your character's story so far:I was born and raised in a small shanty town called "Taipei". It was a small and dirty town llike all others. There were kids for me to play with most of the time and the towns folk were friendly. Up around the age of 13 I told my dad that I want to go out side the town walls. Go on an adventure some day. and he said "Son, one day you ARE going outside these walls, and you'll find the unimaginable out there. But theres something I need to teach you first" and that's where I picked up my basic fighting. He trained me for a year and a half so I could hold my own. I would practice day in and day out training myself, and with my father for that time. Around 14 since I had set my goal at such a young age. I worked for some money so I could buy gear when I'm ready to leave the community. I knew that time wasn't near but I wanted to be prepared. So for two years I worked for my money in a local Merchant shop cleaning the place. It wasn't fun but If I wanted to leave I had to. I would check stock, some times be in the store on my own, cleaning, and when something broke the owner would teach me on his spare time how to fix things. I learned some skills during my time there. Talking to people, learning the tricks of the trade. I met many people. Some better then other's of course.
But then, in the middle of it all. Tragedy struck. My mother had developed lung cancer. I think she had it for a while but the symptoms weren't there until she was older I suppose. It was like my world was spinning. I mean, she's my mother after all. How could I not care? She was always there for me when I needed her. Day in and day out. She was sick and in bed most of the time coughing, sometimes blood. It was heart breaking to see someone in so much pain. I didn't think she was going to die, figured she would come out of it like everyone usually should. But not this time. This time it was different. She only survived 2 months after. And we had to put her to rest. My father and I were distraught, but we had to carry on. We knew that we couldn't just stay in the past. We had to continue forward. So almost everyday from then I knew I had to make her proud.
I kept working as hard as I could until I had hit the age of 18. And yes. I mean still working in that little shop. Of course I took any other odd job that was around back then. Looking after animals, running errands, helping teach at the school. I took anything really just to get another buck. By then I was ready to explore the world. I took all my money I had saved up and went to the merchant I worked for. I bought things like water, medical supplies, a baseball bat, a spade, some food, and a sleeping bag to keep me warm at night. I said my goodbyes to my father Nathan and everyone in the town. And went on my way.
It was pretty scary at first. Not knowing what was out there. I thought there were a lot more people. I looked in all directions and there was just......Nothing. Like my town was the only thing for miles as far as the eye can see. So I headed in one direction and walked for several hours until finally I came upon a small settlement. I think it was called....Fort Glen. Don't know why. Didn't look like much of a fort. I met some people there though they weren't that friendly either. If I hadn't told them how long i had been walking they would had kicked me out of the place. I restocked some supplies. Stayed the night and was on my was the next morning. I don't even think anyone knew I left. I didn't take to any specific direction to go in other then the one I had just walked from. But on the way I found this spider like creature, I knew it didn't look good and I was right. Within seconds it was running towards me full speed so I got my bat at the ready. At first it jumped at me and I didn't expect it, I was knocked down almost within the blink of an eye. I used my forearm for protection and it crunched down on it, I screamed in pain but I knew if I just sat there I was dead. So I kicked it off, it came at me again. This time it didn't jump and I had a clear shot. I swung that batas hard as I could and nearlytook its head off. It wasn't dead but pretty close. It wasn't in any condition to move so I ran to a safe distance, took some medical supplies out of my satchel and began treating the wound. I noticed that my arm was broken and cut up bad. So I used some disinfectant and splint and carried on to where I was going.
You wouldn't believe what I saw. This place was HUGE. I had never seen a town so big in my life! I had come across Las Vegas! There were still some neon lights working around the city still it was amazing! High class people and a really nice town! Thankfully there was a doctor there to patch me up for a price. Real sinister looking guy too I mean he looked just like he came out of one of those old films. But looks can be deceiving. We spoke for a bit during and after he fixed me up. And was actually a family man with his own house just outside of the city. I told him my story and he even let me have a drink of some water he had around. I stayed there for about four days or so. That way I would have time to heal up. The place was beautiful but I just couldn't stay. I mean to come all this way to stop here? Not going to happen.
I met some pretty bright characters during my time there. One of them I remember. Went by the name of Shotte Latte. He said he got the name from shooting a drink right out of someone's hand! Said something about the person disrespecting him. Man the measures people will go through for such little things. If I were to go on, I would write for hours! But. I just don't have the time, nor the patients to do so. I packed up once again and left the glimmering city.
After I left I walked through the desert until night came. Though by that time I had found my way to some mountains. Where I spotted a cave. I took my flashlight and baseball bat and ventured in for shelter. My arm was still a bit beat up, so I was really hoping nothing was in there. Probably wouldn't have won the fight if there was. I was pretty surprised that there wasn't though. The cave didn't go very far in, so I set up camp and rested the night. In the morning...Well you know the story. Kind of like a broken record with me I suppose.
Some time later I came upon a guy named Danher. He made a very small place he ran by himself. He offered if I could move in and I accepted. I built my first house there. Hell that's where everything started. We lived in the same.. Well tiny town for a few weeks. But then raiders attacked us. I made it out. But he didn't. I went back a few hours later and they were gone. So I took over. I stockpiled up on supplies like metal scraps and pieces. And built up walls and an entrance. To ensure that it would never happen again. Then a stranger came by. I spoke with the man for a bit before letting him in. Good thing too. I offered for him to stay if he wanted and he accepted. I gave him Danher's old house. What a weird name..."Danher".. Not a name I have ever heard of before in my life I kept expanding on the town until I had made an inn. Some houses and walls high enough that you'd probably die if you fell off.
Eventually I actually made a roof over the town. Which was perfect. Like a private community to live in though it probably wasn't a good idea in the long run. You could certainly see the place from every direction. By this time about five people or so moved in the town. And before I knew it I had a community! My own town with people living inside of it! I had become mayor. A few weeks pass and.....Danher came back.. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't sure to attack him or talk to him but..He wasn't himself.. He looked decayed and distorted. I don't remember what he said or how it happened. But..Yeah... I let him stay, but before I knew it he starting trying to kill people in the town. And I had to kill him myself. So when it was dark, and no one else was around. I confronted him and we initiated battle. He didn't put up much a fight. As his hand fell off giving me an opportunity to strike. Look at me.. I'm babbling off again.. On wards towards the present.
That town. Which I called Petrova. Got raided a few months after I killed Danher. It was blown to bits. I tried to fix everything but the damage was just too much for me to handle. The occupants of the town left and I was all alone. I had no other choice but to leave. So I went off to start a new town. I searched for around a week or so searching the wastes until I came upon an old small settlement. Pre-war too. It even had it's own Nuclear Reactor! I couldn't believe my eyes it was absolutely untouched. The town had no walls around it. No protection. But it had complete possibility for it's own power. So I moved into one of the houses. It had a hole blown out of the side, so I fixed the hole and lived there. I took the items I had with me to build the walls. At least then I felt a bit safer.
A guy by the name of J came by and he seemed to be sane, even a bit intelligent, I let him in after a brief conversation and he was in awe of the place. He was fascinated by the reactor and the fact that it was still intact, let alone almost running. He offered to help repair it so power could be restored and within a few weeks we had figured it out. With a lot of hard work and dedication we were able to repair it.
Just like last time, people came and went. Moved in and moved out. Even after all of this I eventually left myself. I gave ownership to my friend "J". I must have been walking around for a few weeks when I came upon an old vault. It had three small "apartment" like things to live in. An incinerator, furnaces, it's own greenhouse. This was the first vault I had ever seen in my life. I wonder if all vaults had those things? When you walked into the lobby there's a glass floor under your feet. When you looked down there was a fully grown tree underneath. I found that quite amusing. My room had a fireplace. Storage area, bed, kitchen, you get the rest. Fit for a king. Two of three rooms had that, don't know why the third one didn't. Beyond me... But then out of no where. And I do mean no where. My friend "J" showed up. I was surprised as he was. He left the town the same as I. The odds of us meeting up with each other was extremely low. He was also out exploring. And I told him about my recent discovery. I told him to live with me in the vault. After all; I would probably go insane living in that thing alone. We lived in the vault and maintained it for a few years. He moved out. And not long after I did the same thing. I don't stay in the same place too long. Guess it's in my nature. Who know's though. People change right? Just like everything. I'll have to cut this short. So the bottom line here is. I have run over three towns, kept people in secret. Became what no one would have ever expected. Met more strangers then a hooker, covered more land then an Eagle. I've been through a lot, seen things like you couldn't even imagine. And it's only getting started. Thank you for reading. Though you probably shouldn't be. Unless you found my journal....
OOC:
Minecraft Username: MuseofHeart
Age: 19
Definition of meta gaming: Using info gained in OOC to your advantage IC
Definition of power gaming: Doing an action to a player instantly without them being able to retaliate.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have roleplayed for years, I'm not even sure myself how long I have been but it's been as long as I can remember. It was mostly just textwise rping but about a year ago I was introduced to roleplaying in minecraft. I was told about this server by UofMTigerFan who explained the history of fallout to me since I have not played the games.
IC:
Name: Nathaniel Kenway
Age: 19
Appearance: Nathaniel is albino so he has mostly colorless white hair that looks like it is in a perminate state of bedhead. His skin barely has any pigment in it whatsoever, it looking almost as white as snow. His eyes are a very pale green that tend not to show emotion. He wears a long black hooded jacket over a beaten up white shirt with jeans and sneakers.
Personality: When you first meet him, Nathaniel is very kind and selfless. He will usually go out of his way to help those who are in need even if it endangers himself. However the longer one is around him the more he seems... off. When his true colors laced with dementia and obsession give way he tends to say more and more unusual things that most wouldn't really understand. He has an obsession with those who have ability and a major inferiority complex.
Backstory:
Nathaniel was born in a Vault to a mother who was recently sick from previous exposure to radiation. He was born with albinism as well as frontotemporal dementia, a mental disorder. Soon after the baby was born Nathaniel's mother passed away. He spent the rest of his childhood in the same Vault as he was born in. Though he treated those around him with kindness, including the one that somewhat took care of him, he wasn't truly happy. Misfortune still loomed over him and fell upon him harder when they began doing experiments on him.
After a few years, all that would truly happen was fits of...breathy, somewhat raspy laughter from the boy, ranting about how he was useless anyway and that they should keep using him if it will help them and that he is nothing but garbage. This usually didn't stop until they ended the experiment in frustration. At the age of sixteen these fits would happen every day, even when there was no experiment running upon him. Truly, internally, he was just drifting through his life waiting for death. Multiple other vault goers would complain about him saying things that they couldn't understand and that he was crazy. It got to the point where Nathaniel was coming up with an insane plan that would supposedly bring hope through defeating hopelessness and triumphing. He tried to find whatever he could to murder so he could eventually be caught and dealt with, which would supposedly be uplifting to them. However before he could get that plan off the ground, in 2284 Vault 55 was opened. He left the vault, entering New Jersey, and put on his mask of optimism and kindness, still internally suffering. After a while of wandering aimlessly and doing his best to survive though part of him didn't want to, he ended up entering New York and ended up in the city, thinking that just maybe... he would be in the company of others again.
tunnel snakes RULE!!!
OOC:
Minecraft Username: tjt810
Age: 17
Definition of meta gaming: Knowing something out of character and applying that knowledge in character. Knowing something your character could not possibly know.
Definition of power gaming: Forcing your actions to happen, and denying other players their emotes from occurring, even if its extremely unlikely they will succeed.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?: I have spent about a year and a half in a mine craft rp server known as Lord Of The Craft, and have become quite skilled at the art of Roleplaying. My experiances with fallout are: beating New Vegas and near 100 percenting it. I attempted to play Fallout One, but it either crashed, or I died due to a molestation of Rad Scorpions before I could do anything so I gave up and watched a walkthrough.
IC:
Character Name: Teleia Index
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Voice: Slightly gruff, yet recognizable as female.
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 110 lbs (Flesh) and about 20 pounds of metal.
Body Type: A smallish frame, yet power is hidden beneath her skin. Her body is pretty modest in its portions.
Eyes: Watery Blue
Hair: A dark brown, typically dirty. Its usually worn in a bun with two spike like sticks coming out of the cloth wrapped hair.
Skin: Her face is extremely pale, while the rest of her body is still pale, but to a lesser extent.
Markings/Tattoos: Has an X shaped scar on her face, and a circular scar going around it. She has several pocket like indents in her shoulders and arms A large scar is laid across her chest.
Other Traits: She has blackened nails, obviously not from a nail polish. She wears shackles around both of her wrists, both ankles and neck
Health: Malnutritioned.
Personality: Easily ticked off from her brutal treatment in the legion, is very apologetic to friends, spaces out a lot.
Inventory: There are no pockets in her raggedy clothing.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Backstory: Teleia Index was a simple tribeswoman in the KaKa Clan, located somewhere near Denver in Legion territory. She was going about her daily tasks and chores in the village, happily raising her hood up over her head and heading out to go on a solo hunting trip with her trusty bow and carving knife. Once far away from her village, she prepares her weapon and gets into her hunting blind, setup with some branches and other natural elements. Of course, being the attention deficit girl she was, she quickly lost interest in hunting and nodded off for a nap. This turned out to be her undoing, as when she awoke, she was being roughly manhandled out of her blind by two legionnaires, and firmly dragged to one of their enslavement camps with Teleia thrashing about and screaming in KaKa the entire time, a struggle she would be punished for later by the mutilation of her face. She struggled to survive through this hellish life of being a legion slave, until 5 years later. The legion was moving their camp further east, and had mercilessly forced the slaves onward on foot. Many died, but definitely not a majority. As night fell, they stopped so that the legionnaires could rest, and rounded up the slaves to be tied up. Teleia, in the dark of night, ducked out of sight from the rest of the slaves, hiding herself in a ditch and pretending to be a corpse. Being as thin as she was, she successfully passed as a dead body, and was ignored, not even a handful of dirt tossed on her to show her as deceased. When the legions attention was away from her area, she lept up and sprinted as far away in the opposite direction they were going. A long while of running later, she stumbles upon a group of heavily armored men and women.They called themselves the Brotherhood of Steel (Midwest), and offered their help to the barely capable of speaking english woman. She stutters and spams out her response of a thank you, before collapsing into a heap of exhaustion. Upon awakening, she finds laying beside her two canteens of water, a large bundle of food, and a fair sized knife. She immediately pounces on the parcels of food, and chugs down the first canteen of water, savoring the second canteen happily. She looks around here to find the area unpopulated. However, before her lay an arrow, drawn into the dirt. Unbeknownst to her, its pointed directly towards where New York City is. Of course, assuming that this is where the group of people that helped her went, she blindly follows the direction of the arrow, holding a knife in one hand, and a canteen in another.
Tunnel Snakes Rule!
Ok I'm ready for a re evaluation. I could do better, but that would involve changing the original vision for the character, to let the rping shape him instead of having a set personality or moral before engaging with the world. I want to rp character growth and that an be difficult with established characters with a lot of previous history but if that is what's required then I will make major modification.
Welp. its been almost 2 weeks with no word. That's promising.
I've just informed the whitelisters of the build-up of applications here the other night, so it's plausible that one of them will go on a reviewing spree in the next day or so.
OOC:
Minecraft Username: Tarmogoyf_Player
Age: 16
Definition of meta gaming:
Knowing something out of character and applying that knowledge in character. Knowing something your character could not possibly know.
Definition of power gaming:
Forcing your actions to happen, and denying other players their emotes from occurring, even if its extremely unlikely they will succeed.
What is your past experience in RP, Fallout or otherwise?:
Wild Wasteland, Ruined World, Year 2065, Asamular, Akavir. too many to name.
IC:
Name: William Park
Age: 22
Appearance:
Buzzed blond hair, 6 feet 2 inches, light beard.
Personality:
He displays perfect signs of a sociopath due to his lack of expression and character as well as his tendency to take things he wants. (Which often leads him to trouble.) Park also displays addictive behavior. He has superb acting skills, which he uses to persuade his fellow wanderers/wastelanders. Park is a exceptional fighter, he prefers melee weapons opposed to guns, although he can be pressured into using guns depending on the circumstances. He is particularly proficient in the use of a baseball bat.
Backstory:
Born Into a sheltered world beneath the torn Skies of what had been the Nevada Desert. His father, a wealthy CEO of a flourishing technologies company was never a risk taking man. Seeing that the world was becoming more unstable everyday-and fearing the worst, He set about the construction of a bunker for him and his family underneath his estate, five or so miles outside of Vegas. After the completion of the Bunker, he sold his stocks, and became a recluse. One year and a few months later, the world went further downhill than it had already been. The parks transferred to a vault some years later.Luckily for William, his father had also saved some of his closest friends, and people who had "suitable Gene pools for re-population" from the mysteries of the outside world. His life was often dull and uneventful. The same routine commenced every day. Out of all of this, his survival training was the most entertaining. After he received my first "weapon" (An old sword used in the war of the old world) He spent most of my free time at the Vault gym sparring, or else in the medical Sciences department, which he had taken a great interest in. But the Vault was in serious trouble by the time he had turned 19. The vaults Life Support System was on its last legs. With all the spare parts inside the vault consumed already, his father, had hand-picked a few to head in search of replacement parts. His father reluctantly picked William, knowing that he was the most trained individual available, although he feared for his life. The vault split into groups of two, and headed out. As the elevator took them to topside, William became ecstatic. Just the thought of the outside world joyed him to his core. He had wondered about your whole life. As the doors of the vault reluctantly opened, William viewed the outside world through the tinted orange of his hazmat suit. He saw barren waste, death, nothingness. Just a first glance of what the wasteland had to offer made William want to stay in the vault for eternity.
Soon enough the two groups were torn apart, struggling for survival William and the others who had survived took shelter in uninhabited ruins of the old world. Disease reached the conglomerate which only offered more of a struggle. They moved constantly, members dropping like flies each time, whether it be disease or insanity. Soon the group turned on each other, some left, others looked to suicide. Williams became unstable. He parted from the group onto the dirt and rubble of the wasteland which he now recognized as home.
As a given, immediate acceptance of applications, while a nice touch, isn't exactly high priority with the server not being up yet. Your app will be reviewed, snark abided and all.
Both of you are approved! Sorry for the late reviews, I've been a bit lazy and busy recently.
Eyedeaus, your OOC information, while fairly solid could be improved as it lacks a couple of details. Your character's appearance description is rather poor. Buzzed blonde hair, 6'2, and a light beard. What's his complexion like? What about the colors of his eyes? What does he wear? How does he stand? Is his relaxed expression angry? Scared? Any particular scars? Details! I need details!
His personality is also strange. Why is he just a sociopath? That's coming off as the strangest thing I can see.
Your backstory, to be blunt, is extremely poor. The majority of it is wrong, just so plain wrong, I don't know if you know the history of Fallout, but, the bombs dropped in 2077. The way it seems to me is that your character and his party of pals went out only a couple years after the bombs dropped. The world would still be full of deadly radiation. And the server is set in 2285. Unless your character is a ghoul, there's no possible way that William Park is still alive. The way you are writing implies he is fully human.
Until you correct these errors, you are denied.
And lastly, read the rules.
Jenna here, I’ll be reviewing your whitelist app. We've been running behind, unfortunately, but we're getting to them as we come. Let's see here...
1: You have not used the correct IC format. Most of the information is there, albeit incredibly sparse, and easily could have been put into "appearance" in a more readable format. Where did these twenty pounds of metal come from? If it’s just from her shackles and collar, the density of that metal is ridiculous, especially for someone her size. She would be either jacked from constantly lifting on each arm, or she’d be dead.
2: You need to expand on your personality. Like, a lot. What makes her tick? This is very superficial as it stands. It’s looking half-baked and frankly, unimpressive.
3: Your backstory is pretty cliché, not to mention, with the appearance added, a rip off of Painwheel from Skullgirls. We’re looking for original characters, not imports from other games and shows. The KaKa clan is from the BlazBlue clan, as well, another fighting game- Not Fallout, unfortunately. You need to change this.
4: Furthermore, she’s a bit of a concerning paradox. Getting to New York on her own in her condition would not be easy. Someone as weak and malnourished as she was would have had a hard time running, especially with 20 pounds of weight hauling behind her. It would feel more like 50, if not more.
The trip to New York is a whole different monster in its own regard. Without guns, armor, or a steady supply of nutrition or protection, she would barely make it a few nights on the way there. Ever played New Vegas and tried to go the “direct” route to Vegas from Goodsprings off the bat?
Yeah.
Not a solid plan.
I advise you rework your character, add more depth, and more. Your OOC section looks good, but until the above is fixed, your application is hereby…
ChuckHale, firstly, I appreciate the feedback, I'll be sure to include more to the personality of the character when/if I put in another application. Thank you.
But, I said the character retains sociopathic behavior, this does not mean he is a sociopath. Secondly, I don't really understand why the concept of living in a vault is far-fetched to you. I didn't include dates because I didn't want to interfere with the years/specifics (and to avoid comments like yours, which I still don't quite understand, as I never used dates...) I kept it ambiguous intentionally. Also you say "The way it seems to me is that your character and his party of pals went out only a couple years after the bombs dropped. The world would still be full of deadly radiation. And the server is set in 2285." Sure, this is the way it seems, but it's not what it really is. Fallout 3 takes place in 2277, yes. I'm aware the server takes place 8 years after the setting of Fallout 3, but is it really plausible that my character would die of the "deadly radiation" you mentioned if the main character in Fallout 3 doesn't die of radiation (and isn't a ghoul). I mean if it works in the actual game Fallout I see no reason why it wouldn't here. This server is based of the game, no?
one last thing to mention, my OOC information is almost identical to tjt98's which is funny to me, since her definitions were seen as acceptable, anyways that's besides the point.
I hope you look over this and comprehend what I'm trying to say in my app. Thanks for your time bro