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#1

soul_reaperz
  • Location: The Underworld
  • Minecraft: soul_reaperz

Posted 27 December 2012 - 03:04 PM

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IP: 69.175.57.200 (Building!)


Skype: Saunders-MC - Please add: "I'm looking to join the Wild Wasteland Public Chat"

to your friend request!


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April 17th, 2014 - Overhaul Ahead!
A new day dawns over Anchorage, Alaska. A few took their first steps into the re-imagined land of Wild Wasteland not long ago, and today we call upon all our experienced builders, and you to make your mark on the new world.

Join us as we sculpt a new hostile and dangerous land to explore, battle, and claim. For the next few months we'll be remaking our server map, making it more organized, optimized, and better in general. We'll be adding lots of things for players to do, and secrets for players to find.

If you want to join the build team and be a part of this, fill out the "Builder Application" from the Applications section below and send it to soul_reaperz or DunderMifflinDMI. If not, fill out a "Whitelist Application" to be ready for when we finish.

In the meantime, have some screenshots.


- Dunder

P.S(oul) Looky, we did a thing!:


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  • A vast, open world. Huge amounts of areas to be discovered and explored, hand-crafted by our loving build team for the best RP experience we can offer.
  • The server is based BEFORE Fallout: 2. This means we can create an amazing amount of new lore sets for the wasteland.
  • The Alaskan Wasteland is full of wonderful loot, pre-war buildings, military bases, and more!
  • Resources are abundant, leading to a world of opportunity!
  • Find and trade with shopkeepers for materials and equipment you want.
  • Exploration, while dangerous, comes with it’s rewards including custom, working weapons and firearms.
  • A loving, honest community that has thrived over the course of two year, and will hopefully continue to do so!
  • Very experienced staff, all senior members of staff have been doing their job since the 27th of December 2011!
  • Handwritten Lore, created by Webemperor, and improved upon by Chaosmender, Soul_Reaperz, and DunderMifflinDMI
  • A community filled with calm, friendly and trustworthy members. We all look out for each other here, and welcome new members with open arms!

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Spoiler: 'Server Rules'

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Spoiler: 'Roleplay Rules'



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Spoiler: 'RP Death/New Life Rules'



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Owners


Webemperor
soul_reaperz

Admins


DunderMifflinDMI

Moderators


qwerty19951999
incorruptable
sxx2229

Trial Moderators


CreepyCreeper148


Spoiler: 'Builders'

Saints


People who have done a great service to the server, they shall be remembered forever!

Chaosmender - See you, Space Cowboy.
syvs - Happy Festivus.
CrazyBoxQc - Your #1 Jay.
gislijohann - Some seeds are ripest before they go.



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The server is set 10 to 15 years after the events that occurred during the 2218 campaign. A lot has changed, and current lore is still under heavy development.

Take a look at at timeline leading up to 2218 below.

Spoiler: 'Original Lore, 2218'



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Expect to see many groups, both old and new trying to stake their claim in the Alaskan Wasteland.

More information coming very soon!



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Spoiler: 'Whitelist Application'


Spoiler: 'Builder Application'


Spoiler: 'Player-Made Faction Application'



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Check back here for the server Resource Pack. For now, it'll only be given to builders on the server, and the newcomers who apply.

Check back here for the graphics and such, if we ever get around to doing them.


And as a message from myself to the community, thanks. You guys keep me going, even when

I want to stop. (Oh, and thanks for the new thread stuff, Dunder c:).


We hope to see you server side!


- The Wild Wasteland Staff Team


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#2

soul_reaperz
  • Location: The Underworld
  • Minecraft: soul_reaperz

Posted 27 December 2012 - 03:10 PM

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A Blast from the Past: 2013 Release


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We've come so far...

On December 27th, 2011; a group of people joined together with a mission. Create a community. A community of dedicated, hardworking and loyal role-players that would come together each day to experience the stories that they had thought up. This mission became Fallout: Wild Wasteland, and over time, the seeds that have come to grow to where we are today have died, or fallen in their prime. Those were friends, members of staff and awesome players, who we have said goodbye to over the years. But, the team stood strong. After two years, we've stuck together, trying to mend the pieces that were lost because of those who challenged the mission. The idea. And now, here we are...

Its been two years since I've said these words, that's a long time in my book. Patient, loyal players have been waiting this long for me to say them, and now I can.

As the last build on the server is being completed,

And the last threads of the plugins are sown,

Fallout: Wild Wasteland is ready for release.

Its been far too long.

Thank you to the build team, the staff team, and all of you players for keeping me going for this long...

Web, Syvs, Jay, Chaos, Ghost, Dunder, Thermal, Gisli, Con, Agnew, Cake, Qwerty, Sammy, Michael, React, Zeze, Jalopy, image, Killer, Zane, Zim, Nabe, Alex, Ryan, Dalton, Spaceem, Bri, Sara, Zel, VG, Gary, Earl, Korn, Pizzazle, Eious, Staz, When, Hunter, Irish, Kewsor, Fare, Twizzler, Womble, Aqua, Mat, Lazur, Travis, Lab, Blazer, Test, Moon, Jeon, Mills, Hertz,  and everybody else.

Here's to another two years, and I hope to see you server-side,

- Soul

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#3

syvs
    syvs

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  • Xbox:Syvs

Posted 27 December 2012 - 04:09 PM

Wooooo! Back in business.

First! Soul doesn't count.

#4

con68
    con68

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  • Location: Appenzell, Switzerland
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Posted 27 December 2012 - 04:29 PM

OOC

IGN: con68
Age: 16
Past RP Experience: F:WW, Fallcraft, NitF, 3 self-owned servers
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours per day
Why Do You Want To Join: I RP'ed here last time...
Did You Read The Rules: Of course not, God bless the Enclave, God bless America.
Have You Ever Been Banned, If So, Why: N/A

IC

Name: Arkanas James
Age: 52
Place of Birth: Houston, Texas
Appearance (Match Your Skin): Tall, slim, muscular body. Scar across right eye causing blindness, along with other scarred scratches, bites etc. Long, brown, leather trench coat with a deep blue shirt. Scruffy jeans and worn, black leather boots
Traits: Intelligent, athletic but a weakness in swimming.
Personality: Sociable, Vain, Intimidating.
Fears: Boats
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Special Requested Items (Personal Items, You Will Get Them When You Start, W/ Names. How Did You Get Them, Should Be Clarified By Biography):
Arkanas' Boots - Black leather boots, given to Arkanas by his deceased father; Christian James.
Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs):
Arkanas James, The last merchant of Dark Wells, an old town sat around a vault located just outside Houston, Texas - the inhabitants of which had left and formed the town. Arkanas was one of the few who survived the raiding of Dark Well, home of cheap booze, cigarettes and robbery. He had spent his teens doing what most did at the time, learning to handle a firearm effectively and how to care for your weapon. Arkanas was part of the James Merchant Company, ran by his loving father Christian James, it was know for its power to buy out other companies and use there goods to make theirs the best they could. It had been a rocky childhood for Arkanas in Dark Wells seen as he was picked on because of his knowledge of weapons and creatures, In his early teens he was beaten up for telling someone the correct terminology for a Deathclaw. After his father found out about this he made sure that Arkanas would not be bullied again, ever.

2 years after his teaching in Dark Wells Arkanas was given the chance of a life time, to become Dark Wells' champion, all he had to do was beat Kyle "Living Dead" Jones in a duel. Arkanas knew this would be easy due to Kyle's large size and slow movements, he had thought wrong. Kyle and Arkanas duelled behind 'The Dark Well', a large pub in the towns centre, With 15 steps between them and 1 shot. Kyle shot first hitting Arkanas' leg, knocking him to the ground, but Kyle though he had more bullets and could kill Arkanas. While Kyle was trying to shoot, Arkanas got up to his feet and aimed at Kyle's chest, with one bullet he had hit Kyle's heart and killed him instantly. Kyle was buried behind the pub and Arkanas had become Dark Wells' new Champion.

Several years later Arkanas still lived in Dark Wells, but with a new name, he was no longer "Champion", but "Reaper". After killing Kyle, Arkanas had become twisted and cruel, fighting with drunks in the pubs and causing havoc among the residents of Dark Wells. After a while people offered Arkanas a duel, thinking if they stopped him they would be seen as kings among the people of the town and would get things cheaper, and possibly free. But each person who attempted to kill Arkanas was faced with a huge problem, he was the best shooter in town. People soon began to realize that no-one was good enough, but Arkanas fell ill shortly after a duel. It had turned out that the villager who shot him was using lead bullets, A trick that caused Lead poisoning in his left kidney.

Arkanas travelled away from Dark Wells to find treatment for his injury, he crossed the border of Texas and began walking north. He would stay in small villages for a few days and get supplies; medicine, food and water, ammo, that kind of stuff. He journey took him to many perilous places, from the mountains of Colorado to the glistening lights of New Vegas. All the while his injury growing worse and worse, the infection spreading slowing into his other organs. Around 6 months after leaving Texas he arrived at the Canadian border, barely walking from the pain that was now coving nearly half of his body. A roaming trader found him passed out in the middle of the road surrounded by bandits who were taking all his supplies, after scaring off the masked raiders he attempted to wake Arkanas. Unable to do so he lifted him onto his pack brahmin and sent off back on his route.

Approximately 3 days after being found Arkanas was taken to a town doctor in Oregon. Arkanas had slipped into a coma induced by the lead poisoning, the trader set off on his route again, leaving Arkanas in the hands of Dr. Storkia. Several methods of removing the poison from Arkanas' blood proved effective enough to wake him, albeit somewhat brain dead. After 16 weeks in the care of Dr. Storkia Arkanas was finally cleared of all poisoning and infection, but left Arkanas with minor differences. He could no longer remember any events past arriving in New Vegas and would partially fall unconscious attempting to do so.

and now, 15 months after leaving Texas, Arkanas has in southern Alaska and began hiking through the dangerous mountains in search of a safe haven. ..

RP Example:
*walks into the bar*

Bartender: Your not welcome here any more, Arkanas.
Random Drinker: Yeah! You've messed around with us for too long!
Arkanas: Hmm. So that's what you all think?
*Removes hands from pockets*
Arkanas: Maybe I should just burn this town to the ground.
Bartender: You wouldn't dare.
*Takes out petrol lighter*
Arkanas: Try me.
*Bartender draws his .357 magnum*
Arkanas: *Throws the lighter at the Bartender, His clothes catching fire*
Bartender: AGHGHH YOU SON OF A-
Arkanas: *Whips out his .45 Pistol*
Arkanas: If anyone here thinks I should leave, We'll have a meeting outside. Got it?
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#5

Zeze1225
  • Location: United Kingdom
  • Minecraft: zeze1225
  • Xbox:Nah PS3

Posted 27 December 2012 - 04:31 PM

Bookmarked :D
qwerty is a scrub

#6

whatton3
    whatton3

    Diamond Miner

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  • Minecraft: travisw3

Posted 27 December 2012 - 04:36 PM

OOC

IGN:travisw3
Age:12
Past RP Experience: Fallout Wild Wasteland, Fallout Vault RP, Rise of Kings, Kingdom of Aeonis, Fallout Sins of our Fathers and etc.
Time you can Dedicate:1+ Hour on School Days, About 3+ on Weekends.
Why do you want to join: I played the last Fallout Wild Wasteland, I absolutely loved it. Im hoping that fun will be revived with this.
Did you read the Rules: God bless the Enclave, God Bless America! Yes.
Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: Yes, I will be truthful. On a faction server for I believe trolling, and on Fallout Sins of our Fathers for powergaming (Which I did not do, Was a false accusation during a Battle) Which was later appealed.

IC

Name: Brant "Bee" Loonat
Age:26
Place of Birth: In the Middle of Nowhere of Alaska, Close to Valdez.
Appearence :About 6'0, Blue Eyes, Athletic Build, Brown Shaggy Hair.
Traits: Great in up-close fights, alright with a rifle, Hardworker, Is not the best at really any type of work.
Personality: Helpful, Yet has a Temper, Hardworking, cares for people.
Fears: Mutants, Imprisonment, Very Large Weapons, and Spiders.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Special Requested Items :
Biography :Brant was born in the middle of the cold, unforgiving Alaska,In an old cabin.He grew up without a dad.Brant's mom would tell him stories about his father,How he was a high ranking officer in the New Californian Republic.His father was apparently killed in a fight against the Legion army,He was one of the best melee fighters in the whole Alaskan NCR Chapter.Brant defintely was his father's son.Being a natural at the use of melee weapons, and having quite a good shot with a gun.Brant practiced so much as a kid though.Most of his time was hunting for food for him and his mother.He was responsible for his family as a kid,He never really enjoyed the childhood life alot of others did.
As Brant made friends,Then soon began to call him Bee,Because of how smooth and quick he was with a sword.He then decided he did not want to be what his father was,He saw the NCR and believed they were Over-Rated Tyrants. How they said they helped all wastelanders and wanted to restore it.He was mezmerized by the idea,And soon as he grew up he only found out the NCR were just as bad, just as worse as everyone else in this ­hole..He sent his mother into a town,With around 2000 caps.His lifetime savings,from all the killing he had to do.Brant was determined,To make a name for himself in this "Winter Wonderland". He set out for Anchorage.
RP Example:Brant:*Walks into a store*
Clerk:Ey Bee.Where you been?
Brant:Scavenging,Killing off mutants like usual.
Clerk:Need anything special today?
Brant:Just a knife sharpener,Also just came to make sure everything was alright.
Clerk:Ok,There in the back.Also everything has been good.
Brant:Thanks.*Walks to the back of the shop*
Then,Brant hears a bunch of loud hooting.And the door open and then a bunch of noise.He gets up against the shelfs,And peaks to see whats going on.He sees the store is being raided by some Legionares,and they got the clerk.*Brant loads his gun*Brant :*Whispers to himself*Lets kill this ­e.*Brant aims at the one holding the clerk*"BOOM!"It hits one of the legion men in the head.Blood is flying everywhere.Brant:Oh crap there coming,Only 2 more to finish off.*Takes out Power Sword*Brant turns around and is hit in the stumic with a club.The wind is knocked out of him but he then dodges the next attack.Brant:Burn in hell you ­!*Brant shoves the sword into one of the legion men stumic.Brant then feels something slice on his leg.He looks down and sees a huge gash from a crowbar,And then his Power Sword is knocked out of his hands.Brant:Ready to die?
Legion Man:I won't be dieing today,But you will.
Brant kicks the legion man in the stumic.Then he repelled with a brass knuckle to the face.Brant was lying on the floor,Waiting for death.Then out nowhere the legion man falls to the ground with a bullet in his head.
Clerk:I hope you rot in hell you ­!Haha.You ok bee?
Brant:Yah,*Throws the clerk 20 caps*That should pay for the knife sharpener.

#7

soul_reaperz
  • Location: The Underworld
  • Minecraft: soul_reaperz

Posted 27 December 2012 - 04:50 PM

Accepted:
  • Con68
Denied:
  • Travisw3 - Sorry, man. It's the fact that the Legion and NCR, or any factions from Fallout: New Vegas are not on this server. Alaska doesn't have an NCR, because it's Alaska, not California. The Legion haven't got as far as this either. Just edit that, and it'll be fine!
Let's get some more applications rolling in, even though this is just the beginning!

- Soul

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#8

DarK_reAPerXXL
  • Minecraft: sammybug98

Posted 27 December 2012 - 06:12 PM

IGN: Sammybug98
Age:14
Past RP Experience: Wild Wasteland, Aftermath, Fallcraft, Assassin's Creep, Resistance of Kharn...etc...etc...
Time you can Dedicate: couple of hours everyday
Why do you want to join: the question should be: "why wouldn't I want to join?"
Did you read the Rules: "God bless the Enclave, God bless America!"
Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: once I think, illegitimately.

IC

Name: Timothy York
Age:25
Place of Birth: Vancouver
Appearence (Match Your Skin):Posted Image
Traits:Highly intelligent and analytical (for better or worse)
Personality:reclusive, but dominant-can take up a leadership role with ease, obedient and Loyal
Fears:
hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, the unknown (due to his analytical mind), lonliness and the enclave

Ethnicity: White Caucasian

Special Requested Items (Personal Items, you will get them when you start, w/ Names. how did you get them, should be clarified by Biography): Leather Armour (dyed; black), stone tools/weapons (negotiable)
Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs):Timothy grew up in the post apocalyptic urban wasteland of Vancouver, it wasn't an easy life; trying to scrounge what he could with his father, a scavenger, but it was rewarding. Tim took an interest in technology after his father frequently brought back pre-war tech he found in the city ruins. His mother died in an enclave attack half a decade later, leaving his father in such a state of grief, he committed suicide a year later. Tim tried to contemplate why life had turned so bad in such a short tim, eventually concluding that the Enclave started his problems. Not seeing the point in suicide, he swore revenge on the enclave and Seeked out the Brotherhood of Steel to aid them in their battle against the Enclave. he found them one day, in a battle outside the Vancouver city limits, he shot at the enclave with weapons he picked up from dead soldiers and after the battle, tried to enlist in the BoS. They turned him down; but after gathering the remainder of his belongings (stated above), he left Vancouver, scouring the Alaskan (wild) Wastelands in search of the Brotherhood, leaving him here. (spawn)
RP Example:
*a blizzard is howling outside with no cover or shelter apart from an open Inn by the road "The Last Outpost"

*Tim walks in, greeted by the gaze of 3 dozen people*

Bartender-"we're full, no more beds available until next Tuesday"

Tim- "Well that's a shame, I was hoping to spend some caps for a place to crash tonight" *shows bag full of caps"

Customer- "Oi, if Robert says you can't stay 'ere, you CAN'T stay here!" *rises out of seat, showing .44 magnum*

Tim- "­, please" *reveals shiny Plasma defender, recently traded for scavenged goods*

Bartender- "No, no that's not needed here...please...I'll show you your room, I think there's space in the attic, and a spare bed too! Would you like some food and beer as well?

Tim- "Yeah, I'd like that.." *flips caps to the customer and the bartender, giving the customer a wink* Does your attic have a lock on it? I might need it tonight."
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#9

DeathKnight_Thanatos
  • Location: Purgatory

Posted 27 December 2012 - 06:46 PM

-There was an Application here-

#10

itz_michael and Jason
  • Location: California
  • Minecraft: itz_michael

Posted 27 December 2012 - 07:07 PM

OOC

IGN: itz_michael
Age: 16
Past RP Experience: Fallout: WNC, Fallout: WW, Fallout: FC, etc.
Time you can Dedicate: I think you should have a pretty good idea from FallCraft. (most of the day)
Why do you want to join: I missed a lot of the first Wild Wasteland activities, so I am looking forward to this one.
Did you read the Rules: I know it's supposed to be at the bottom, but, "God bless the Enclave, God bless America!"
Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: No.

IC

Name: Marcus Willcroft (no relation to FC Michael Willcroft Posted Image ).
Age: 26
Place of Birth: Fairbanks, Alaska
Appearence (Match Your Skin): Light Black skin with Dark black hair. Wears leather armor to combat the cold Alaskan climate while still preparing him for its native beasts.
Traits: Strategic, friendly, but doesn't believe in "trust"
Personality: witty, nice, respectful
Fears: dying, betrayal
Ethnicity: African American
Special Requested Items (Personal Items, you will get them when you start, w/ Names. how did you get them, should be clarified by Biography): book and a compass
Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs):

Dear Journal,
  
Before, I continue, allow me to introduce who I am, what I stand for and my purpose on this harsh post-apocalyptic world. My name is Marcus Willcroft, born and raised in Fairbanks, Alaska also known to me as the Coldest hell on earth. I was born of African American descent, which it seems, in Fairbanks is heavily looked down upon. The dreadful people of Fairbanks hate me and every same skin fellow as me, just because one persuasive moron was able to convince hundreds of other illiterate morons that the apocalypse was all the "Negro man's fault". Literally, there is a sign outside my house that says, "it's all the Negro Man's fault." The only flaw in this theory is my dad. Bronson Jim Willcroft, one of the few literate men of the town of which we have accustomed ourselves to. As tradition has it, our ancestors have passed on their intelligence from family member to family member, until it finally reached me.
  
Now that the introduction is over, let me discuss why I have decided to start writing this. This journal, that's on my desk as i write was given to me from my dad just before I left Fairbanks. He also handed me a compass and as I drifted for the door he quoted, "A true hero, is a smart hero, don't die without a purpose son." I was South bound for California. I followed the caravan route that took through small towns leading up to Anchorage. With the caps I stored from Fairbanks I decided to buy some new gear and food for my travels. But my feeling of safety from my new gear quickly diminished, as right before my eyes I saw a group of men in massive, shiny armor. I had to get a closer look! As I approached the fully-suited creatures, I blacked-out. When I awoke I was in a warm bed with an ice pack over my head. "What's going on?" "Where am I?"
  
As my vision became clear I noticed a dark figure slowly approaching me, I began to think of the people in that dark metallic armor. "How are you felling, son?" echoed the man's voice down the hall. "No answer, that's ok, sonny, you took a gnarly fall on my fake floor trap." I was puzzeled. "But good thing though, those men you were approaching would have taken you captive." Struggling, I sat up on the bed, and after a thorough conversation with the man, I learned that I had finally reached the outskirts of Anchorage. The man that saved me was William Jones, a 60 year old war veteran, who had established a comfy retirement home. I used his house as a temporary "base" until I could get a foothold out here in Anchorage. That is when I realized, California isn't the land of opportunity, Anchorage is! Now, I sit with compass in left hand, pen in the right, staring at my dad's quote, in which I discovered was encrypted on the first page, thinking, "what's next?"

"A true hero, is a smart hero, don't die without a purpose."

Sincerely, WillCroft

RP Example:

In the outskirts of Anchorage, Marcus returns from an afternoon adventure to William Jones's house.

Marcus: Hello, Will I'm back. Saw the Brotherhood of Steel today, tough looking guys.

Marcus: (continues) But the Enclave look pretty threatening aswell.

Marcus: ... Will?

William: (saddened) in here, kid.

*Marcus enters the living room, noticing a group of men holding William in cuffs. Marcus pulls out his magnum.

Marcus: What's going on here?

Unidentified Man: By order of the Frost Walkers, we are taking this man to prison for betraying Mr. Sokolov himself.

William: I'm sorry kid, this is it. My time has come.

Marcus: Don't worry Will, it's only prison.

William: I don't think you understand, son. Prison is death. I'll be thrown out into the cold wasteland, and freeze to death.

Marcus: No Will, you can't leave, you can't die! I won't allow it!

Frost Walker: *pulls out assualt rifle, along with the other men.*

William: It's to late for that Marcus. Just do me a favor. Take care of the house for me. It's my only legacy.

Marcus: Of course Will! Your purpose has been served. You're a damned hero.

*Frost Walkers, gripping guns along with William Jones, exit the household and slowly make their way out to their base.
Michael Willcroft of the New California Republic.

#11

KamiShiniNoYari
  • Location: Camp Navarro, Core Region
  • Minecraft: Webemperor

Posted 27 December 2012 - 07:23 PM

GhostVayu - I didn't get your Bio. What do you mean by "Fall"? Oh and extent it a bit please. DENIED.

Itz_Micheal - Your RP example is a bit wrong. Frost Walkers are good people. Basically they are Alaska counterpart of Followers. Until you get that better, DENIED.

Oh, and server takes place in 2218.

#12

itz_michael and Jason
  • Location: California
  • Minecraft: itz_michael

Posted 27 December 2012 - 07:29 PM

View PostKamiShiniNoYari, on 27 December 2012 - 07:23 PM, said:

Itz_Micheal - Your RP example is a bit wrong. Frost Walkers are good people. Basically they are Alaska counterpart of Followers. Until you get that better, DENIED.

Oh, and server takes place in 2218.

Oh ok, I had a feeling I was going to have that wrong. Do you want me to edit it or repost it?
Michael Willcroft of the New California Republic.

#13

KamiShiniNoYari
  • Location: Camp Navarro, Core Region
  • Minecraft: Webemperor

Posted 27 December 2012 - 07:39 PM

View Postitz_michael and Jason, on 27 December 2012 - 07:29 PM, said:

Oh ok, I had a feeling I was going to have that wrong. Do you want me to edit it or repost it?
Repost it please.

#14

itz_michael and Jason
  • Location: California
  • Minecraft: itz_michael

Posted 27 December 2012 - 07:55 PM

OOC

IGN: itz_michael
Age: 16
Past RP Experience: Fallout: WNC, Fallout: WW, Fallout: FC, etc.
Time you can Dedicate: I think you should have a pretty good idea from FallCraft. (most of the day)
Why do you want to join: I missed a lot of the first Wild Wasteland activities, so I am looking forward to this one.
Did you read the Rules: I know it's supposed to be at the bottom, but, "God bless the Enclave, God bless America!"
Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: No.

IC

Name: Marcus Willcroft (no relation to FC Michael Willcroft Posted Image ).
Age: 26
Place of Birth: Fairbanks, Alaska
Appearence (Match Your Skin): Light Black skin with Dark black hair. Wears leather armor to combat the cold Alaskan climate while still preparing him for its native beasts.
Traits: Strategic, friendly, but doesn't believe in "trust"
Personality: witty, nice, respectful
Fears: dying, betrayal
Ethnicity: African American
Special Requested Items (Personal Items, you will get them when you start, w/ Names. how did you get them, should be clarified by Biography): book and a compass
Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs):

Dear Journal,
  
Before, I continue, allow me to introduce who I am, what I stand for and my purpose on this harsh post-apocalyptic world. My name is Marcus Willcroft, born and raised in Fairbanks, Alaska also known to me as the Coldest hell on earth. I was born of African American descent, which it seems, in Fairbanks is heavily looked down upon. The dreadful people of Fairbanks hate me and every same skin fellow as me, just because one persuasive moron was able to convince hundreds of other illiterate morons that the apocalypse was all the "Negro man's fault". Literally, there is a sign outside my house that says, "it's all the Negro Man's fault." The only flaw in this theory is my dad. Bronson Jim Willcroft, one of the few literate men of the town of which we have accustomed ourselves to. As tradition has it, our ancestors have passed on their intelligence from family member to family member, until it finally reached me.
  
Now that the introduction is over, let me discuss why I have decided to start writing this. This journal, that's on my desk as i write was given to me from my dad just before I left Fairbanks. He also handed me a compass and as I drifted for the door he quoted, "A true hero, is a smart hero, don't die without a purpose son." I was South bound for California. I followed the caravan route that took through small towns leading up to Anchorage. With the caps I stored from Fairbanks I decided to buy some new gear and food for my travels. But my feeling of safety from my new gear quickly diminished, as right before my eyes I saw a group of men in massive, shiny armor. I had to get a closer look! As I approached the fully-suited creatures, I blacked-out. When I awoke I was in a warm bed with an ice pack over my head. "What's going on?" "Where am I?"
  
As my vision became clear I noticed a dark figure slowly approaching me, I began to think of the people in that dark metallic armor. "How are you felling, son?" echoed the man's voice down the hall. "No answer, that's ok, sonny, you took a gnarly fall on my fake floor trap." I was puzzeled. "But good thing though, those men you were approaching would have taken you captive." Struggling, I sat up on the bed, and after a thorough conversation with the man, I learned that I had finally reached the outskirts of Anchorage. The man that saved me was William Jones, a 60 year old war veteran, who had established a comfy retirement home. I used his house as a temporary "base" until I could get a foothold out here in Anchorage. That is when I realized, California isn't the land of opportunity, Anchorage is! Now, I sit with compass in left hand, pen in the right, staring at my dad's quote, in which I discovered was encrypted on the first page, thinking, "what's next?"

"A true hero, is a smart hero, don't die without a purpose."

Sincerely, WillCroft

RP Example:

In the outskirts of Anchorage, Marcus returns from an afternoon adventure to William Jones's house.

Marcus: Hello, Will I'm back. Saw the Brotherhood of Steel today, tough looking guys.

Marcus: (continues) But the Enclave look pretty threatening aswell.

Marcus: ... Will?

William: (saddened) in here, kid.

*Marcus enters the living room, noticing a group of men holding William in cuffs. Marcus pulls out his magnum.

Marcus: What's going on here?

Unidentified Man: By order of the Enclave, we are taking this man to prison for violent acts against our people.

William: I'm sorry kid, this is it. My time has come.

Marcus: Don't worry Will, it's only prison.

William: I don't think you understand, son. Prison is death. I'll be thrown out into the cold wasteland, and freeze to death.

Marcus: No Will, you can't leave, you can't die! I won't allow it!

Enclave soldier: *pulls out assualt rifle, the other soldiers follow his lead.*

William: It's to late for that Marcus. Just do me a favor. Take care of the house for me. It's my only legacy.

Marcus: Of course Will! Your purpose has been served. You're a damned hero.

*The Enclave soldiers, gripping their guns along with William Jones, exit the household and slowly make their way to cold wasteland.
Michael Willcroft of the New California Republic.

#15

whatton3
    whatton3

    Diamond Miner

  • Members
  • 775 posts
  • Minecraft: travisw3

Posted 27 December 2012 - 08:32 PM

View Postsoul_reaperz, on 27 December 2012 - 04:50 PM, said:

Accepted:
  • Con68
Denied:
  • Travisw3 - Sorry, man. It's the fact that the Legion and NCR, or any factions from Fallout: New Vegas are not on this server. Alaska doesn't have an NCR, because it's Alaska, not California. The Legion haven't got as far as this either. Just edit that, and it'll be fine!
Let's get some more applications rolling in, even though this is just the beginning!

- Soul
OOC

IGN:travisw3
Age:12
Past RP Experience: Fallout Wild Wasteland, Fallout Vault RP, Rise of Kings, Kingdom of Aeonis, Fallout Sins of our Fathers and etc.
Time you can Dedicate:1+ Hour on School Days, About 3+ on Weekends.
Why do you want to join: I played the last Fallout Wild Wasteland, I absolutely loved it. Im hoping that fun will be revived with this.
Did you read the Rules: God bless the Enclave, God Bless America! Yes.
Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: Yes, I will be truthful. On a faction server for I believe trolling, and on Fallout Sins of our Fathers for powergaming (Which I did not do, Was a false accusation during a Battle) Which was later appealed.

IC

Name: Brant "Bee" Loonat
Age:26
Place of Birth: In the Middle of Nowhere of Alaska, Close to Valdez.
Appearence :About 6'0, Blue Eyes, Athletic Build, Brown Shaggy Hair.
Traits: Great in up-close fights, alright with a rifle, Hardworker, Is not the best at really any type of work.
Personality: Helpful, Yet has a Temper, Hardworking, cares for people.
Fears: Mutants, Imprisonment, Very Large Weapons, and Spiders.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Special Requested Items :
Biography :Brant was born in the middle of the cold, unforgiving Alaska,In an old cabin.He grew up without a dad. He was killed, but even if he wasn't he wouldn't of seen him much. He was part of the California Chapter of the NCR. He would rarely be transported to Alaska for visits. Brant's mom would tell him stories about his father,How he was a high ranking officer in the New Californian Republic.His father was apparently killed in a fight against the Legion army,He was one of the best melee fighters in the whole Californian Chapter.He was definitely his father's son .Being a natural at the use of melee weapons, and having quite a good shot with a gun.Brant practiced so much as a kid though.Most of his time was hunting for food for him and his mother.He was responsible for his family as a kid,He never really enjoyed the childhood life alot of others did.
  As Brant made friends,Then soon began to call him Bee,Because of how smooth and quick he was with a sword.He then decided he did not want to be what his father was,He saw the NCR and believed they were Over-Rated Tyrants. How they said they helped all wastelanders and wanted to restore it.He was mezmerized by the idea,And soon as he grew up he only found out the NCR were just as bad, just as worse as everyone else in this ­hole.. When he decided to leave home sent his mother into a town,With around 2000 caps.His lifetime savings,from all the killing he had to do.Brant was determined,To make a name for himself in this "Winter Wonderland". He set out for Anchorage.
RP Example:Brant:*Walks into a store*
Clerk:Ey Bee.Where you been?
Brant:Scavenging,Killing off mutants like usual.
Clerk:Need anything special today?
Brant:Just a knife sharpener,Also just came to make sure everything was alright.
Clerk:Ok,There in the back.Also everything has been good.
Brant:Thanks.*Walks to the back of the shop*
Then,Brant hears a bunch of loud hooting.And the door open and then a bunch of noise.He gets up against the shelfs,And peaks to see whats going on.He sees the store is being raided by some Legionares,and they got the clerk.*Brant loads his gun*Brant :*Whispers to himself*Lets kill this ­e.*Brant aims at the one holding the clerk*"BOOM!"It hits one of the legion men in the head.Blood is flying everywhere.Brant:Oh crap there coming,Only 2 more to finish off.*Takes out Power Sword*Brant turns around and is hit in the stumic with a club.The wind is knocked out of him but he then dodges the next attack.Brant:Burn in hell you ­!*Brant shoves the sword into one of the legion men stumic.Brant then feels something slice on his leg.He looks down and sees a huge gash from a crowbar,And then his Power Sword is knocked out of his hands.Brant:Ready to die?
Legion Man:I won't be dieing today,But you will.
Brant kicks the legion man in the stumic.Then he repelled with a brass knuckle to the face.Brant was lying on the floor,Waiting for death.Then out nowhere the legion man falls to the ground with a bullet in his head.
Clerk:I hope you rot in hell you ­!Haha.You ok bee?
Brant:Yah,*Throws the clerk 20 caps*That should pay for the knife sharpener.   
Fixed

#16

Zeze1225
  • Location: United Kingdom
  • Minecraft: zeze1225
  • Xbox:Nah PS3

Posted 27 December 2012 - 08:40 PM

OOC

IGN: zeze1225


Age: 14

Past RP Experience: Fallcraft, Original Wild Wasteland, Fallout 3 and New Vegas, some other RP servers too.

Time you can Dedicate:3-5 hours on an average day.

Why do you want to join: Played on the original and it was epic.

Did you read the Rules: It pains me to say it but, God bless the Enclave, God bless America!

Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: Twice (I think), Trolling and Griefing, but it was when I first got Minecraft.

IC

Name: Will Smith


Age: 27

Place of Birth: New Vegas, Nevada

Appearence (Match Your Skin): Brown Duster (From his Father, Aaron Smith.), Blue Eyes, brown hair.

Traits: Fast sprinter, a good shot with most guns, but prefers old type weapons (i.e Service Rifle, revolver, 9mm pistol.)

Personality: Intelligent, Strong, performs well under pressure, helping.

Fears: Staurophobia, as his father Aaron Smith, died by crucifixion by legion.

Ethnicity: White

Special Requested Items (Personal Items, you will get them when you start, w/ Names. how did you get them, should be clarified by Biography): Alexandra - Aaron Smith's first gun (A Service Rifle, that he found in an abandoned vault), passed on before he died. Leather Helmet (Black) from the first person that Will had ever killed.
Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs): Will was born in New Vegas when his traumatic Father, Aaron, went to the Gomorrah and slept with a hooker. Will's mother died at child birth, so Will was raised by his Father. Will learnt how to shoot when he was 10 as his father took him into caverns and caves that were infested with fire geckos and mole rats looking for loot. When Will was reached the age of 17, Will and his Dad had to get jobs because they gambled all their money away and were broke. Will's father enlisted into the NCR, whilst Will decided to join the crimson caravan company. After a year of working, Will's father decided to move back to Nipton where he was born. After another two years, everything was going fine, until Will heard news that nipton had been attacked by the Legion. Will decided to go there to check if his father was alright. As Will approached Nipton, he saw fire and a extremely large smoke cloud, hovering over it.

Will feared the worst, he sprinted into the town ignoring the blazing fire less than 10 metres away. Then he saw it, rows of crucifixes with tortured men barely alive, hammered onto them. He search the rows for his Father then he heard a someone mumbling his name. Will turned to face the sound and he saw his father. Aaron told Will that there was no point trying to rescue him as he was to hurt to have survived. Suddenly, something whizzed pass Will and hit the crucifix sending painful splinters of wood into Will's arm. Aaron said he wanted Will to have his precious service rifle with the name 'Alexandra' engraved on the side of it. Will sprinted to his Father's house and used his spare key to open the door. He saw a big safe and guessed to combination to be his birth date, and there it was, Alexandra. Will grabbed it and sprinted and sprinted until he came across a town named Novac, then he stayed there for the night and then headed home.

When Will got back, The crimson caravan company told him that business was booming and that he could go with a team of 6 on a top secret expedition to Alaska to see if many people lived there or if it was even habitable. Will said that he would go on the expedition as it would take his mind of things and he'd get a handsome prize. Will took most of his valuables and set of with his crew. Within two weeks of travelling 3 men had died, one from bandits and the other two from a deathclaw attack. Finally they reached the city of Valdez, the other two men said they would stay there whilst Will looked for another city that they heard about call Anchorage. After a day of travelling he found it and decided to stay there for the time being...


RP Example:
*Will walks into a store*
Will: Good business today?
Store Owner: Same always, could be better.

Store Owner: So what'll be?
Will: Well, I think I'll have some Nuka cola, brahmin steak, some mole rat and some Dandy Boy Apples.
Store Owner: That it?
Will: Yeah, for now I'll probably be back tommorow.

qwerty is a scrub

#17

KamiShiniNoYari
  • Location: Camp Navarro, Core Region
  • Minecraft: Webemperor

Posted 27 December 2012 - 08:55 PM

Itz_Micheal - Brilliant App. ACCEPTED.

Travisw3 - Your app format is... well... terrible. You also need to edit your background. Neither NCR or practically anyone knows ANYTHING about Alaska in Post-war World. DENIED.

Zeze - Same as above. Other than that, it is perfect. Also, Anchorage is majorily nothing but rubble currently. DENIED.

Dark_Reaper - Decent App. But you should lenghten your app a bit. DENIED.

#18

Zeze1225
  • Location: United Kingdom
  • Minecraft: zeze1225
  • Xbox:Nah PS3

Posted 27 December 2012 - 09:05 PM

View PostKamiShiniNoYari, on 27 December 2012 - 08:55 PM, said:

Zeze - Same as above. Other than that, it is perfect. Also, Anchorage is majorily nothing but rubble currently. DENIED.

The bit about 'Neither NCR or practically anyone knows ANYTHING about Alaska in Post-war World' I put that Crimson Caravan Didn't know about it but went to see if anyone lived there, but if you meant that no one knew Alaska existed then I've fixed it.

OOC

IGN: zeze1225

Age: 14

Past RP Experience: Fallcraft, Original Wild Wasteland, Fallout 3 and New Vegas, some other RP servers too.

Time you can Dedicate:3-5 hours on an average day.

Why do you want to join: Played on the original and it was epic.

Did you read the Rules: It pains me to say it but, God bless the Enclave, God bless America!

Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: Twice (I think), Trolling and Griefing, but it was when I first got Minecraft.

IC

Name: Will Smith

Age: 27

Place of Birth: New Vegas, Nevada

Appearence (Match Your Skin): Brown Duster (From his Father, Aaron Smith.), Blue Eyes, brown hair.

Traits: Fast sprinter, a good shot with most guns, but prefers old type weapons (i.e Service Rifle, revolver, 9mm pistol.)

Personality: Intelligent, Strong, performs well under pressure, helping.

Fears: Staurophobia, as his father Aaron Smith, died by crucifixion by legion.

Ethnicity: White

Special Requested Items (Personal Items, you will get them when you start, w/ Names. how did you get them, should be clarified by Biography): Alexandra - Aaron Smith's first gun (A Service Rifle, that he found in an abandoned vault), passed on before he died. Leather Helmet (Black) from the first person that Will had ever killed.
Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs): Will was born in New Vegas when his traumatic Father, Aaron, went to the Gomorrah and slept with a hooker. Will's mother died at child birth, so Will was raised by his Father. Will learnt how to shoot when he was 10 as his father took him into caverns and caves that were infested with fire geckos and mole rats looking for loot. When Will was reached the age of 17, Will and his Dad had to get jobs because they gambled all their money away and were broke. Will's father enlisted into the NCR, whilst Will decided to join the crimson caravan company. After a year of working, Will's father decided to move back to Nipton where he was born. After another two years, everything was going fine, until Will heard news that nipton had been attacked by the Legion. Will decided to go there to check if his father was alright. As Will approached Nipton, he saw fire and a extremely large smoke cloud, hovering over it.

Will feared the worst, he sprinted into the town ignoring the blazing fire less than 10 metres away. Then he saw it, rows of crucifixes with tortured men barely alive, hammered onto them. He search the rows for his Father then he heard a someone mumbling his name. Will turned to face the sound and he saw his father. Aaron told Will that there was no point trying to rescue him as he was to hurt to have survived. Suddenly, something whizzed pass Will and hit the crucifix sending painful splinters of wood into Will's arm. Aaron said he wanted Will to have his precious service rifle with the name 'Alexandra' engraved on the side of it. Will sprinted to his Father's house and used his spare key to open the door. He saw a big safe and guessed to combination to be his birth date, and there it was, Alexandra. Will grabbed it and sprinted and sprinted until he came across a town named Novac, then he stayed there for the night and then headed home.

When Will got back, The crimson caravan company told him that business was booming and that he could go with a team of 6 on a top secret expedition up north to see if many people lived there or if it was even habitable. Will said that he would go on the expedition as it would take his mind of things and he'd get a handsome prize. Will took most of his valuables and set of with his crew. Within two weeks of travelling 3 men had died, one from bandits and the other two from a deathclaw attack. Finally they reached the city of Valdez, the other two men said they would stay there whilst Will looked for another city that they heard about call Anchorage. After a day of travelling he found it but it was mostly rubble and vermin, so he set off back to Valdez to meet his companions, but when he got there he had been told they was killed by Yao guai when they were exploring the land. Will decided he would stay in Valdez, even it did mean that no one would know the wonders of Alaska...

RP Example:
*Will walks into a store*
Will: Good business today?
Store Owner: Same always, could be better.

Store Owner: So what'll be?
Will: Well, I think I'll have some Nuka cola, brahmin steak, some mole rat and some Dandy Boy Apples.
Store Owner: That it?
Will: Yeah, for now I'll probably be back tommorow.
qwerty is a scrub

#19

DeathKnight_Thanatos
  • Location: Purgatory

Posted 27 December 2012 - 09:47 PM

View PostKamiShiniNoYari, on 27 December 2012 - 07:23 PM, said:

GhostVayu - I didn't get your Bio. What do you mean by "Fall"? Oh and extent it a bit please. DENIED.

Oh, and server takes place in 2218.

I meant the season and yah I had a feeling I needed to extend it after looking at it.

#20

DarK_reAPerXXL
  • Minecraft: sammybug98

Posted 27 December 2012 - 10:32 PM

**REPOST**
_ChangeLog_
-improved Grammar
-added more detail to backstory
-made a fancy change log so I seem hardcore
-improved spelling
-blah blah blah
-you're not even reading this are you?

IGN: Sammybug98

Age:14

Past RP Experience: Wild Wasteland, Aftermath, Fallcraft, Assassin's Creep, Resistance of Kharn...etc...etc...

Time you can Dedicate: couple of hours every day

Why do you want to join: the question should be: "why wouldn't I want to join?"

Did you read the Rules: "God bless the Enclave, God bless America!"
Have have you ever been Banned, if so, why: once I think, illegitimately.

IC

Name: Timothy York

Age:25

Place of Birth: Vancouver
Appearence (Match Your Skin):Posted Image

Traits:Highly intelligent and analytical (for better or worse)

Personality:reclusive, but dominant-can take up a leadership role with ease, obedient and loyal

Fears:
hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, the unknown (due to his analytical mind), lonliness and the enclave

Ethnicity: White Caucasian


Special Requested Items (Personal Items, you will get them when you start, w/ Names. how did you get them, should be clarified by Biography): Leather Armour (dyed; black), stone tools/weapons (negotiable)

Biography (2-3 LONG Paragraphs):
Timothy grew up in the post apocalyptic urban wasteland of Vancouver, it wasn't an easy life; trying to scrounge what he could with his father, a scavenger, but it was rewarding. Tim took an interest in technology after his father frequently brought back pre-war tech he found in the city ruins. He also brought back books, nearly 200 years old that hadn't turned to ash during the fallout. He learned from new books and old of a faction that spread out across the pre-war commonwealths, The brotherhood of steel. Tim was intrigued in this "brotherhood" fascinated at their love of pre-war technology and their war against their arch nemesis, The enclave. Tim never knew the terror or fear that the Enclave spread, and was puzzled by their motives, but never really knew what they meant until his life fell apart. His mother died in an enclave attack, only months from Tim's initial understanding of the Enclave. He was scavenging with his father when it happened, and only returned to a place of death and destruction; leaving his father in such a state of grief, he committed suicide a year later.

Tim tried to contemplate why life had turned so bad in such a short time, eventually concluding that the Enclave started his problems. Not seeing the point in suicide, he swore revenge on the enclave and Seeked out the Brotherhood of Steel to aid them in their battle against the Enclave. After scavenging across the wastes, finding pre-war remnants in the Anchorage ruins and many other places, selling the stuff he couldn't use, keeping the stuff he learned how to fix. He found them one day, in a battle outside the Vancouver city limits, he shot at the enclave with weapons he picked up from dead soldiers and after the battle, tried to enlist in the BoS. They turned him down; but after gathering the remainder of his belongings (stated above), the bare essentials he thought were most important to him, physically and sentimentally, he left Vancouver at 23, scouring the Alaskan (wild) Wastelands in search of the Brotherhood.

Years passed as Tim wandered across the tundra-ridden lands, it could have been months that separated sightings of the Brotherhood but TIm endured; sometimes joining up with mercs to kill bands of Enclave, scavenging their loot to repair and sell, hoping to get new leads on the whereabouts of the BoS. Years of searching led him to the coast, finding a new lead that they had inhabited pre-war shelters in the area, some remote others in the cities. He started at the coast in a small town, leaving him here; miles from home, the last of kin, living, hoping, that he will find the Brotherhood.


RP Example:
*a blizzard is howling outside with no cover or shelter apart from an open Inn by the road "The Last Outpost"

*Tim walks in, greeted by the gaze of 3 dozen people*

Bartender-"we're full, no more beds available until next Tuesday"

Tim- "Well that's a shame, I was hoping to spend some caps for a place to crash tonight" *shows bag full of caps"

Customer- "Oi, if Robert says you can't stay 'ere, you CAN'T stay here!" *rises out of seat, showing .44 magnum*

Tim- "­, please" *reveals shiny Plasma defender, recently traded for scavenged goods*

Bartender- "No, no that's not needed here...please...I'll show you your room, I think there's space in the attic, and a spare bed too! Would you like some food and beer as well?

Tim- "Yeah, I'd like that.." *flips caps to the customer and the bartender, giving the customer a wink* Does your attic have a lock on it? I might need it tonight."
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