**Out of Character**
IGN: stazthebeave
Age: 17
How did you find us? Poet introduced me to this server (And forced me to apply)
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on 2-3 servers that had semi-serious RP, for about a total of 1-3 years.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character experiences, for your own characters.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions on others
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character unnaturally strong.
**In Character**
Name: Trever Ollot
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: A rugged person, wears goggles, and carries an axe with him at all times.
Personality: He typically keeps to himself, unless on business, he can be very serious, or casual depending on the situation, sees life without making any kind of profit useless. He may, keep some people close to him, or not, he can tell when someone may backstab him.
In-game RP example:
Guard: Hey, how is the crops doing?
Farmer: They are doing good, well, good for our kind of climate, we should be getting something soon.
Guard: Oh, Good, I was thinking we were going to starve for a while there.
Farmer: Yea, I can see why you would think that
*Another guard runs up*
Guard2: HEY! Be careful raiders are heading up this way, they just took over the south wall!
Guard: Damn, Farmer? Still have that sniper rifle?
Farmer: Um yea, I keep it under my bed.
Guard: Good, grab it, we are going to need someone to take them out long distance.
Background:
Trever grew up, like any other child. In constant fear, people were always out to get him, and his family. If it wasn't for his fathers connections, they wouldn't have those problems, or protection. Which is why when he started to get older he realized he shouldn't rely on others, He began trading at the age of ten, and made more caps than an Average teenager should make. He bought his own land, and raised his own animals for trading. By the age of 17 He made so many caps, that his area that he lived in, wasn't good for business, so he decided to branch out.
He began heading toward other locations little by little his company grew. He was extremely successful, you could say he was the Bill Gates of the wasteland. But with great success, comes greed, it wasn't his greed, it was others. His partners, wanted it all to themselves, so the set up a conspiracy. It was to assassinate Trever Ollot. Luckily because Trever trusted no one, not even as he got older, he left his business, with enough to let him live. He knew that with their force he wouldn't stand a chance. He is very smart, he knew he could easily get back up on his feet, soon enough. He headed far away, toward San Francisco, where no one would know who he his, His name wasn't always Trever Ollot.
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**Out of Character**
IGN: stazthebeave
Age: 17
How did you find us? Poet introduced me to this server (And forced me to apply)
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on 2-3 servers that had semi-serious RP, for about a total of 1-3 years.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character experiences, for your own characters.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions on others
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character unnaturally strong.
**In Character**
Name: Trever Ollot
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: A rugged person, wears goggles, and carries an axe with him at all times.
Personality: He typically keeps to himself, unless on business, he can be very serious, or casual depending on the situation, sees life without making any kind of profit useless.
In-game RP example:
Guard: Hey, how is the crops doing?
Farmer: They are doing good, well, good for our kind of climate, we should be getting something soon.
Guard: Oh, Good, I was thinking we were going to starve for a while there.
Farmer: Yea, I can see why you would think that
*Another guard runs up*
Guard2: HEY! Be careful raiders are heading up this way, they just took over the south wall!
Guard: Damn, Farmer? Still have that sniper rifle?
Farmer: Um yea, I keep it under my bed.
Guard: Good, grab it, we are going to need someone to take them out long distance.
Background:
Trever grew up, like any other child. In constant fear, people were always out to get him, and his family. If it wasn't for his fathers connections, they wouldn't have those problems, or protection. Which is why when he started to get older he realized he shouldn't rely on others, He began trading at the age of ten, and made more caps than an Average teenager should make. He bought his own land, and raised his own animals for trading. By the age of 17 He made so many caps, that his area that he lived in, wasn't good for business, so he decided to branch out.
He began heading toward other locations little by little his company grew. He was extremely successful, you could say he was the Bill Gates of the wasteland. But with great success, comes greed, it wasn't his greed, it was others. His partners, wanted it all to themselves, so the set up a conspiracy. It was to assassinate Trever Ollot. Luckily because Trever trusted no one, not even as he got older, he left his business, with enough to let him live. He knew that with their force he wouldn't stand a chance. He is very smart, he knew he could easily get back up on his feet, soon enough. He headed far away, toward San Francisco, where no one would know who he his, His name wasn't always Trever Ollot.
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The Last time I posted this it didn't even get notice, so I am reapplying it.
Name of sub-faction: Ruin Runners Caravan Co.
Ign: stazthebeave
Ign of 2 other members that will join: nolanwashere. justofsteel, bleeps88
Why we should have your sub-faction on the server
Lore: Scavaging the wastes, a group of wastelanders came across the small city of Brim, it was in ruin and completely abandoned.at Upon their arrival the scavangers came to like one of the buildings and began reinforcing it with whatever materials they could muster from the surrounding ruins. As they searched and stripped the buildings of all useful material they began to realize that their main sources for supplies were diminishing, and quickly for that matter. With their new obsticle in plain sight they set their sights on the road and thats when the idea dawned on them "Ruin Runner Caravan Co. " It was perfect they thought, they would take their extra supplies and travel to nearby settlments, sell what they could and move on.
With their new goal in mind, they began loading their supplies into crates they had crafted out of scrap pieces of wood and metal, but as they packed up they wondered how they would move all these supplies. As luck would have it one of the younger members of their little troupe was a fairly good pilot and knew the location of a banged up old vertibird. After retrieving it they fixed it up, tested her out a bit and figured they were set.
How it fits in with the server lore: It doesn't really fit in, because the way it was made was after the war over hoover dam.
Ign: stazthebeave
Ign of 2 other members that will join: nolanwashere. justofsteel, bleeps88
Why we should have your sub-faction on the server
Lore: Scavaging the wastes, a group of wastelanders came across the small city of Brim, it was in ruin and completely abandoned.at Upon their arrival the scavangers came to like one of the buildings and began reinforcing it with whatever materials they could muster from the surrounding ruins. As they searched and stripped the buildings of all useful material they began to realize that their main sources for supplies were diminishing, and quickly for that matter. With their new obsticle in plain sight they set their sights on the road and thats when the idea dawned on them "Ruin Runner Caravan Co. " It was perfect they thought, they would take their extra supplies and travel to nearby settlments, sell what they could and move on.
With their new goal in mind, they began loading their supplies into crates they had crafted out of scrap pieces of wood and metal, but as they packed up they wondered how they would move all these supplies. As luck would have it one of the younger members of their little troupe was a fairly good pilot and knew the location of a banged up old vertibird. After retrieving it they fixed it up, tested her out a bit and figured they were set.
How it fits in with the server lore: It doesn't really fit in, because the way it was made was after the war over hoover dam.
Gender: Male Country or timezone: Central America Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: FO3, FNV
Why do you want to play on this server?: I like RP, and fallout
Have you read the rules?: Yes Mr.Diamond
Have you read the lore?:
Pretty much the Courier Helped the NCR Defend the dam from the legion. After the battle the NCR and the Courier finished off Caesars Legion and left. After the battle New Vegas wasn't enough so they are here taking over more land.
IC
Name: Miguel O'Hansen
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Class: Merchant
Character's signifying traits, include appearance as well: Miguel wears a light brown over-shirt with a white undershirt. He wears a red bandanna, and a crowbar on his back. He wears jeans with some big holes in them, black biker gloves, and a brown hat, and grey hairs
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph): The 3 scavengers, after an entire day of running from the bandits Finally take some time to rest, they get the camp set up "Hey, good thing we lost em'," "Yea it is... My feet are killing me, if we keep going tonight I am sure to collapse." "Should we keep running tomorrow?" "Yea we should, so lets rest and get some shuteye" After some time of sleeping they wake up with the sun directly above and 4 heads looking at them. "GET UP" The more heavier bandit says. So all three of the scavengers jump up. But before the Scavengers even get a chance to even speak, the other three bandits shoot them all in the back of the head.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs);
When Miguel was born his town got bombarded by raiders. They found the town after his dad went scavenging, And found a huge colony of raider people. His dad picked him up and ran to the medical clinic to meet his mother (She was the town Doctor). She was waiting outside looking for them, when his dad made it there, a raider shot his mother through the skull. His father didn't get a second to think, he just acted he ran into the clinic. He put Miguel on one of the beds. His parents had a stockpile of ammo and guns he grabbed the double barrel, and waited near the door. The door got barged open and, he pulled the trigger. Soon more and more raiders just kept coming he finally had to get out of there, through a hidden tunnel. They were the only survivors in that town. Miguel's father ran and ran. He made it to the Mojave, they quickly found shelter in an old farm. They waited for a week, his father didn't even sleep. After that week they quickly found the town of good springs, Miguel grew up there.
When Miguel was growing up, because he didn't have a mother he collected things to fill a hole that his mother should fill. A few years of this Miguel only realized that, collecting the junk he had was useless. So when the next trader came into Goodsprings, Miguel came out with a sac load of what he thought was junk. The trader just stood there, thinking. The trader finally gave Miguel a pretty decent sized bag of caps. Miguel became very happy of this. The void of missing his mother turned into greed. He quickly turned to scavenging because all of Goodsprings junk turned out, actually junk. He looted more, and more dangerous areas. His father realizing this, quickly told Miguel about his mother. and how she died. Miguel turned to pieces after this. Hurting for more than 10 years now. He wanted more, and more, and more. He told his father that he can't stay any longer, he is heading toward New Chicago. He heard of great fortune for people that look for it, is up there, And he cleared out most of Goodsprings closest places. He wanted to leave with all of his caps, but decided to leave most of it with his father. He only took as much as he expected he needed to get set up. Then headed out, with everything needed for the trip... until he gets there.
,Note: This is just a copy of another app that I posted with the new stuff added
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IGN: stazthebeave
Age: 17
How did you find us? Poet introduced me to this server (And forced me to apply)
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on 2-3 servers that had semi-serious RP, for about a total of 1-3 years.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character experiences, for your own characters.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions on others
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character unnaturally strong.
**In Character**
Name: Trever Ollot
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: A rugged person, wears goggles, and carries an axe with him at all times.
Personality: He typically keeps to himself, unless on business, he can be very serious, or casual depending on the situation, sees life without making any kind of profit useless. He may, keep some people close to him, or not, he can tell when someone may backstab him.
In-game RP example:
Guard: Hey, how is the crops doing?
Farmer: They are doing good, well, good for our kind of climate, we should be getting something soon.
Guard: Oh, Good, I was thinking we were going to starve for a while there.
Farmer: Yea, I can see why you would think that
*Another guard runs up*
Guard2: HEY! Be careful raiders are heading up this way, they just took over the south wall!
Guard: Damn, Farmer? Still have that sniper rifle?
Farmer: Um yea, I keep it under my bed.
Guard: Good, grab it, we are going to need someone to take them out long distance.
Background:
Trever grew up, like any other child. In constant fear, people were always out to get him, and his family. If it wasn't for his fathers connections, they wouldn't have those problems, or protection. Which is why when he started to get older he realized he shouldn't rely on others, He began trading at the age of ten, and made more caps than an Average teenager should make. He bought his own land, and raised his own animals for trading. By the age of 17 He made so many caps, that his area that he lived in, wasn't good for business, so he decided to branch out.
He began heading toward other locations little by little his company grew. He was extremely successful, you could say he was the Bill Gates of the wasteland. But with great success, comes greed, it wasn't his greed, it was others. His partners, wanted it all to themselves, so the set up a conspiracy. It was to assassinate Trever Ollot. Luckily because Trever trusted no one, not even as he got older, he left his business, with enough to let him live. He knew that with their force he wouldn't stand a chance. He is very smart, he knew he could easily get back up on his feet, soon enough. He headed far away, toward San Francisco, where no one would know who he his, His name wasn't always Trever Ollot.
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IGN: stazthebeave
Age: 17
How did you find us? Poet introduced me to this server (And forced me to apply)
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played on 2-3 servers that had semi-serious RP, for about a total of 1-3 years.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using out of character experiences, for your own characters.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Forcing actions on others
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character unnaturally strong.
**In Character**
Name: Trever Ollot
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance: A rugged person, wears goggles, and carries an axe with him at all times.
Personality: He typically keeps to himself, unless on business, he can be very serious, or casual depending on the situation, sees life without making any kind of profit useless.
In-game RP example:
Guard: Hey, how is the crops doing?
Farmer: They are doing good, well, good for our kind of climate, we should be getting something soon.
Guard: Oh, Good, I was thinking we were going to starve for a while there.
Farmer: Yea, I can see why you would think that
*Another guard runs up*
Guard2: HEY! Be careful raiders are heading up this way, they just took over the south wall!
Guard: Damn, Farmer? Still have that sniper rifle?
Farmer: Um yea, I keep it under my bed.
Guard: Good, grab it, we are going to need someone to take them out long distance.
Background:
Trever grew up, like any other child. In constant fear, people were always out to get him, and his family. If it wasn't for his fathers connections, they wouldn't have those problems, or protection. Which is why when he started to get older he realized he shouldn't rely on others, He began trading at the age of ten, and made more caps than an Average teenager should make. He bought his own land, and raised his own animals for trading. By the age of 17 He made so many caps, that his area that he lived in, wasn't good for business, so he decided to branch out.
He began heading toward other locations little by little his company grew. He was extremely successful, you could say he was the Bill Gates of the wasteland. But with great success, comes greed, it wasn't his greed, it was others. His partners, wanted it all to themselves, so the set up a conspiracy. It was to assassinate Trever Ollot. Luckily because Trever trusted no one, not even as he got older, he left his business, with enough to let him live. He knew that with their force he wouldn't stand a chance. He is very smart, he knew he could easily get back up on his feet, soon enough. He headed far away, toward San Francisco, where no one would know who he his, His name wasn't always Trever Ollot.
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Well.... good question I may need to think about it
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And I would like to join your group :D, add me on steam
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Ign of 2 other members that will join: nolanwashere. justofsteel, bleeps88
Why we should have your sub-faction on the server
Lore: Scavaging the wastes, a group of wastelanders came across the small city of Brim, it was in ruin and completely abandoned.at Upon their arrival the scavangers came to like one of the buildings and began reinforcing it with whatever materials they could muster from the surrounding ruins. As they searched and stripped the buildings of all useful material they began to realize that their main sources for supplies were diminishing, and quickly for that matter. With their new obsticle in plain sight they set their sights on the road and thats when the idea dawned on them "Ruin Runner Caravan Co. " It was perfect they thought, they would take their extra supplies and travel to nearby settlments, sell what they could and move on.
With their new goal in mind, they began loading their supplies into crates they had crafted out of scrap pieces of wood and metal, but as they packed up they wondered how they would move all these supplies. As luck would have it one of the younger members of their little troupe was a fairly good pilot and knew the location of a banged up old vertibird. After retrieving it they fixed it up, tested her out a bit and figured they were set.
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Ign of 2 other members that will join: nolanwashere. justofsteel, bleeps88
Why we should have your sub-faction on the server
Lore: Scavaging the wastes, a group of wastelanders came across the small city of Brim, it was in ruin and completely abandoned.at Upon their arrival the scavangers came to like one of the buildings and began reinforcing it with whatever materials they could muster from the surrounding ruins. As they searched and stripped the buildings of all useful material they began to realize that their main sources for supplies were diminishing, and quickly for that matter. With their new obsticle in plain sight they set their sights on the road and thats when the idea dawned on them "Ruin Runner Caravan Co. " It was perfect they thought, they would take their extra supplies and travel to nearby settlments, sell what they could and move on.
With their new goal in mind, they began loading their supplies into crates they had crafted out of scrap pieces of wood and metal, but as they packed up they wondered how they would move all these supplies. As luck would have it one of the younger members of their little troupe was a fairly good pilot and knew the location of a banged up old vertibird. After retrieving it they fixed it up, tested her out a bit and figured they were set.
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Age: 15
Country or timezone: Central America
Have you played any fallout Game? Which one: FO3, FNV
Name: Miguel O'Hansen
Age: 27
Miguel wears a light brown over-shirt with a white undershirt. He wears a red bandanna, and a crowbar on his back. He wears jeans with some big holes in them, black biker gloves, and a brown hat, and grey hairs
RP example (At LEAST a paragraph):
The 3 scavengers, after an entire day of running from the bandits Finally take some time to rest, they get the camp set up "Hey, good thing we lost em'," "Yea it is... My feet are killing me, if we keep going tonight I am sure to collapse." "Should we keep running tomorrow?" "Yea we should, so lets rest and get some shuteye" After some time of sleeping they wake up with the sun directly above and 4 heads looking at them. "GET UP" The more heavier bandit says. So all three of the scavengers jump up. But before the Scavengers even get a chance to even speak, the other three bandits shoot them all in the back of the head.
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs);
When Miguel was born his town got bombarded by raiders. They found the town after his dad went scavenging, And found a huge colony of raider people. His dad picked him up and ran to the medical clinic to meet his mother (She was the town Doctor). She was waiting outside looking for them, when his dad made it there, a raider shot his mother through the skull. His father didn't get a second to think, he just acted he ran into the clinic. He put Miguel on one of the beds. His parents had a stockpile of ammo and guns he grabbed the double barrel, and waited near the door. The door got barged open and, he pulled the trigger. Soon more and more raiders just kept coming he finally had to get out of there, through a hidden tunnel. They were the only survivors in that town. Miguel's father ran and ran. He made it to the Mojave, they quickly found shelter in an old farm. They waited for a week, his father didn't even sleep. After that week they quickly found the town of good springs, Miguel grew up there.
When Miguel was growing up, because he didn't have a mother he collected things to fill a hole that his mother should fill. A few years of this Miguel only realized that, collecting the junk he had was useless. So when the next trader came into Goodsprings, Miguel came out with a sac load of what he thought was junk. The trader just stood there, thinking. The trader finally gave Miguel a pretty decent sized bag of caps. Miguel became very happy of this. The void of missing his mother turned into greed. He quickly turned to scavenging because all of Goodsprings junk turned out, actually junk. He looted more, and more dangerous areas. His father realizing this, quickly told Miguel about his mother. and how she died. Miguel turned to pieces after this. Hurting for more than 10 years now. He wanted more, and more, and more. He told his father that he can't stay any longer, he is heading toward New Chicago. He heard of great fortune for people that look for it, is up there, And he cleared out most of Goodsprings closest places. He wanted to leave with all of his caps, but decided to leave most of it with his father. He only took as much as he expected he needed to get set up. Then headed out, with everything needed for the trip... until he gets there.