Why us?Well i played on Colbinile's with you spartan and you have always been a good guy. So i hope this one stays up.
Did you read the rules?:Yup
What is your RP exprience (No */10):7
IC:
Name:
Raun Sinve
Gender:Male
Age:20
Skills: Has some skill with small-arms
and has meager experience in hand-to-hand combat.
Personality:
A nice man but will do whatever it takes to get the job done. He is also incredibly loyal to his superiors.
Looks: Brown hair and clean shaven. Where's a red jacket and dirty jeans.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): He was born in a small settlement on the edge of the wasteland. His mother died in child birth and his father raised him all on his own. Raun's father knew that the only way to survive in the world was to is to know the basics of fighting. So he was taught how to shoot a pistol efficiently and accurately. As he got older shooting cans always became his past time. But the restricted life of the settlement was too little for Raun. He wanted to leave and set out across the wastes making fortune and fame.
One day after dark his Raun went to his father and told him his inner needs. His father sighed and knew that this day would happen soon.He said "I will let you go because i know that you will come back with more experiences that you will ever get here". So with his fathers approval they started packing for the hard road ahead. After a week's time Raun was ready to leave home and take his life into his own hands. As he was walking away from the settlement Raun thought to himself that if he'll die far away from home. He shrugged it off and reassured himself that his trusty 9mm pistol will keep him safe.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
The pain struck her like lightning. Her hand reaching for her stomach. Feeling the pushes from inside her.
"Honey! The baby's coming!" she shouted to her husband just coming home from hunting.
The father drops the ______ carcass on the floor immediately and runs to her in a haste. Being prepared for this he reaches for a fixed wheelchair that was fixed just for this moment. Helping her prop his wife onto the wheelchair he keeps telling her "Everything is going to be alright and we we'll soon be a loving family".
The soon-to-be mother know this in the back of her mind, but cant stop thinking of the pain in her stomach and the urgency of the situation. She yells "Quickly! Open the door and get the doctor!"
"Oh...uhmm of-course!" the husband says clearly totally pre-occupied by situation. Wheeling her out of the house the husband starts yelling frantically "Doctor! Someone, get the doctor!". The local neighbors hear the cry and rush to get the local physician, since he has passed a few deliveries before. The doctors assistant comes to help bring the mother and points the way to the emergency room. The husband can feel the urgency in the situation and starts pushing his wife awkwardly to the emergency. Cursing under his breath he wished that they made off-road wheelchairs since this one is having hard time wheeling across the cracked and overgrown road. A new pitch of pain from his wife makes him use all his strength to pick up the pace. With the Hospital coming closer he knows that soon he'll be a father and his wife, a mother. After walking through the tin doors of the emergency the physician says "Please set her down here i'm all ready for the procedure". The husband helps his wife up and unto the table is asked to wait outside by the physician since he needs more room to work. The husband starts to say "But i need to..." cut off by a screech from his wife he thinks it over and walks outside. Checking himself over and realizing he is exhausted, he slumps down against the tin shack that is the emergency room and starts to doze. He is awakened by a baby's cry and rushes in to see how it went. The baby was in the physicians hands but looks concerned at the new mother. The father comes near his wife on the table sweating with exhaustion and whispers to him "Please let our soon be what he wants to be, i love you..." as the life drains away from her body. The new father starts to feels his life crash down upon him. He doesn't know what to do anymore but their is a light at the end of the tunnel a still-crying baby is all that is left of his wife. He knows that he will be the best father for him and will let his wife's dying breath not go to waste.
OOC:
Ign:pbrelin
Age:13
Why us?I've been looking for a good apocalyptic minecraft RP, and yours looks pretty good.
Did you read the rules?:Yes, I have read and fully understand the rules.
What is your RP experience: 8/10, I play Dungeons and Dragons, and WoW on RP mode, so I have a good amount of experience
IC:
Name: Ed Hark
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Skills: Experienced with knives, rifles, computers, repairing, and he has a good memory (not photographic, but if he learns something he remembers it quicker than most).
Personality: He is a quiet, secure person. Whenever someone comes towards him he always takes a couple moments to study what they are wearing, what weapons are they carrying, and then he decides whether to talk to them, ignore them, run from them, or kill them. He leaves barely anything to chance.
Looks: Short brown hair, blue eyes, beard tall. Wears brown pants, a white shirt, with a brown overcoat.
Backstory: Once he heard about the coming fallout, he didn't panic, he did what no one else would even think about doing. He learned. In the time Ed had, he learned so many things, such as how to set up a generator, how to throw knives, how to properly fire a rifle, how to set up an electric fence. He knew that if he were to survive the fallout he would need to be smart, and know how to get things done.
When people think of Ed Hark, they think "He's only a child, he can barely survive in the coming fallout." Everyone thought of him in danger, that he would get hurt out there, or that he doesn't have the skill to survive. All Ed did was smirk as they said all of that. While they were out there, running around in panic, he was in learning how to survive. He became, smarter, stronger, and more clever. They said that he was going to die. Yet they didn't even know how to properly fire a gun.
Rp dialogue: I'm young, so naturally people take me for granted. They call me weak, they call me stupid. But you know what? I can hit a target 670 meters away with a rifle. While they can't even hit one 150 meters away. They keep saying that I'm in danger. But they're wrong. I'm not in danger, I am the danger.
It has come to my attention, that a few things have been said about myself, and a few of my colleagues. To point out, in a basic manner, so that some of you can understand clearly. My personal choices, and Web's rights on the server are both reasonable points. I'd like to start off with the ideas that have spawned from my leaving.
Firstly, I did NOT leave the server over comments of me leaving for Penguin. I left Wild Wasteland, or whatever the hell you want to call it now, because I hated the system. And eventually hated certain members of staff, who for the good of this server, I recommend that they stay unmentioned. The server became a drag, and my voice was no longer heard. I tried to explain this to both Web and Spartan. Web heard and tried to help, whilst Spartan continued to help Death rise into my place.
Secondly, due to the legal factors that WEB payed and ran this server clean off his ass, whilst said "owner" Spartan was sitting back, and watching him pay. At no point, did Spartan ever give the option for Web to stop paying. Web payed because he cared for both myself, and Spartan. At no point, did I ever see ANY gratitude for what Web and I did on this server from Spartan. Everything on this server be it Map and Name or anything else you have argued about, by the rights stated by official law, belong to Webemperor. No more should be touched on this subject.
To due, into a conclusion. This server, and everything about it. I planned to become a community that cared, and I expected many of the people who joined me on this endevour to help blossom that experience. From what I have seen over the near year that this server has spawned, is a hate filled wreck that deserves it's closure. If you guys are going to continue running this, then be warned. Because the future is not bright.
I have said all I should.
- Soul / Ex-Vice President, and Co-Founder / Ex-Owner of Fallout: Wild Wasteland, or what used to be.
P.S:
DeathGuardElite or Kieran or Canine, you racist piece of ****. According to you, I (and every other Irish human on this planet) am a "****ing Inbred Irish *******," due to quote this. I am sorry for those of you who had to read that, but this is what you voted for.
I hope you're happy.
Soul, personally, I'm just here to play on the server. I normally don't get involved with the troubles between the staff, be they former or current staff. But I will make an exception just this once. This whole thing is getting a way out of hand. All I want, if a fun fallout themed server to play on. But if this issue keeps going on the way it is, then the server will most likely be shut down. And i do not want that. If that happens then I will be sad and I will move on. But for the time being, I want this server to stay so I Can play on it. So for the sake of the players, can you guys please drop it. We don't like all this fighting. So in conclusion, I would like all this fighting to stop. All we, the players, want is a fun Fallout themed server to play on. But all this fighting is sending the server on a one way trip to destruction.
Whitelist Application
OOC:
Ign: Lordclammy
Age: 29
Why us? I have seen several fallout themed maps, but never liked one. hopefully this one will be cool.
Did you read the rules?: yep, save the mojave !!!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): I have been roleplaying for 15 years now. you can gage my ability.
IC:
Name: B3n D3r
Gender: Robot
Age: 5
Skills: survival and food production
Personality: suspicious yet helpful to those in need.
Looks: B3n D3r is a modified Protectron robot.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): B3n D3r was an experimental AI discovered in the wreckage of the Repconn headquarters near New Vegas by enclave scientists. Originally designed to fit into a robobrain and work in an agricultural setting, he was mistaken for a military AI and placed in a protectron body. unfortunatedly the enclave scientists didn't know that he was a failed prototype AI. B3n D3r developed a mild form of paranoia during developement before the war and was shelved until the problem could be solved.
Not knowing where he was or what was going on, B3n D3r "wandered" away during some outdoor weapons testing and was able to hide in the hills outside vegas. to this day he is somewhat of a recluse. he has made few friends in the desert, but to those he has befriended he helps with all his abilities, especially in the form of food production.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Barney (Wastelander friend): hey there B3n, how are you this morning ?
B3n D3r: This unit is functioning properly Barney Unit. Can this unit assist barney unit with something ?
Barney: why yes B3n, how are the crops coming ? me and the family could sure use some food items.
B3n D3r: certainly Barney unit. I will bring over a package of supplies this evening.
Barney: great ! thanks B3n, I think we have some spare energy packs for you as well that you are welcome to.
B3n D3r: That will be sufficient, good day Barney unit.
It has come to my attention, that a few things have been said about myself, and a few of my colleagues. To point out, in a basic manner, so that some of you can understand clearly. My personal choices, and Web's rights on the server are both reasonable points. I'd like to start off with the ideas that have spawned from my leaving.
Firstly, I did NOT leave the server over comments of me leaving for Penguin. I left Wild Wasteland, or whatever the hell you want to call it now, because I hated the system. And eventually hated certain members of staff, who for the good of this server, I recommend that they stay unmentioned. The server became a drag, and my voice was no longer heard. I tried to explain this to both Web and Spartan. Web heard and tried to help, whilst Spartan continued to help Death rise into my place.
Secondly, due to the legal factors that WEB payed and ran this server clean off his ass, whilst said "owner" Spartan was sitting back, and watching him pay. At no point, did Spartan ever give the option for Web to stop paying. Web payed because he cared for both myself, and Spartan. At no point, did I ever see ANY gratitude for what Web and I did on this server from Spartan. Everything on this server be it Map and Name or anything else you have argued about, by the rights stated by official law, belong to Webemperor. No more should be touched on this subject.
To due, into a conclusion. This server, and everything about it. I planned to become a community that cared, and I expected many of the people who joined me on this endevour to help blossom that experience. From what I have seen over the near year that this server has spawned, is a hate filled wreck that deserves it's closure. If you guys are going to continue running this, then be warned. Because the future is not bright.
I have said all I should.
- Soul / Ex-Vice President, and Co-Founder / Ex-Owner of Fallout: Wild Wasteland, or what used to be.
P.S:
DeathGuardElite or Kieran or Canine, you racist piece of ****. According to you, I (and every other Irish human on this planet) am a "****ing Inbred Irish *******," due to quote this. I am sorry for those of you who had to read that, but this is what you voted for.
I hope you're happy.
Well, I am happy to see you atleast :/
-RavenChance101 Once Leader of the PowderGangers...
Well i'm back from being told that i should just go kill my self and suck a ****.( Pretty much what i was told, but was not literally told to suck a ****, or kill myself *or so i think*) I'll be looking over applications in one minute
Whitelist Application
OOC:
Ign: Lordclammy
Age: 29
Why us? I have seen several fallout themed maps, but never liked one. hopefully this one will be cool.
Did you read the rules?: yep, save the mojave !!!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): I have been roleplaying for 15 years now. you can gage my ability.
IC:
Name: B3n D3r
Gender: Robot
Age: 5
Skills: survival and food production
Personality: suspicious yet helpful to those in need.
Looks: B3n D3r is a modified Protectron robot.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): B3n D3r was an experimental AI discovered in the wreckage of the Repconn headquarters near New Vegas by enclave scientists. Originally designed to fit into a robobrain and work in an agricultural setting, he was mistaken for a military AI and placed in a protectron body. unfortunatedly the enclave scientists didn't know that he was a failed prototype AI. B3n D3r developed a mild form of paranoia during developement before the war and was shelved until the problem could be solved.
Not knowing where he was or what was going on, B3n D3r "wandered" away during some outdoor weapons testing and was able to hide in the hills outside vegas. to this day he is somewhat of a recluse. he has made few friends in the desert, but to those he has befriended he helps with all his abilities, especially in the form of food production.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Barney (Wastelander friend): hey there B3n, how are you this morning ?
B3n D3r: This unit is functioning properly Barney Unit. Can this unit assist barney unit with something ?
Barney: why yes B3n, how are the crops coming ? me and the family could sure use some food items.
B3n D3r: certainly Barney unit. I will bring over a package of supplies this evening.
Barney: great ! thanks B3n, I think we have some spare energy packs for you as well that you are welcome to.
B3n D3r: That will be sufficient, good day Barney unit.
Accepted, we could use some more robots roaming the wastes ;D
Why us?Well i played on Colbinile's with you spartan and you have always been a good guy. So i hope this one stays up.
Did you read the rules?:Yup
What is your RP exprience (No */10):7
IC:
Name:
Raun Sinve
Gender:Male
Age:20
Skills: Has some skill with small-arms
and has meager experience in hand-to-hand combat.
Personality:
A nice man but will do whatever it takes to get the job done. He is also incredibly loyal to his superiors.
Looks: Brown hair and clean shaven. Where's a red jacket and dirty jeans.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): He was born in a small settlement on the edge of the wasteland. His mother died in child birth and his father raised him all on his own. Raun's father knew that the only way to survive in the world was to is to know the basics of fighting. So he was taught how to shoot a pistol efficiently and accurately. As he got older shooting cans always became his past time. But the restricted life of the settlement was too little for Raun. He wanted to leave and set out across the wastes making fortune and fame.
One day after dark his Raun went to his father and told him his inner needs. His father sighed and knew that this day would happen soon.He said "I will let you go because i know that you will come back with more experiences that you will ever get here". So with his fathers approval they started packing for the hard road ahead. After a week's time Raun was ready to leave home and take his life into his own hands. As he was walking away from the settlement Raun thought to himself that if he'll die far away from home. He shrugged it off and reassured himself that his trusty 9mm pistol will keep him safe.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
The pain struck her like lightning. Her hand reaching for her stomach. Feeling the pushes from inside her.
"Honey! The baby's coming!" she shouted to her husband just coming home from hunting.
The father drops the ______ carcass on the floor immediately and runs to her in a haste. Being prepared for this he reaches for a fixed wheelchair that was fixed just for this moment. Helping her prop his wife onto the wheelchair he keeps telling her "Everything is going to be alright and we we'll soon be a loving family".
The soon-to-be mother know this in the back of her mind, but cant stop thinking of the pain in her stomach and the urgency of the situation. She yells "Quickly! Open the door and get the doctor!"
"Oh...uhmm of-course!" the husband says clearly totally pre-occupied by situation. Wheeling her out of the house the husband starts yelling frantically "Doctor! Someone, get the doctor!". The local neighbors hear the cry and rush to get the local physician, since he has passed a few deliveries before. The doctors assistant comes to help bring the mother and points the way to the emergency room. The husband can feel the urgency in the situation and starts pushing his wife awkwardly to the emergency. Cursing under his breath he wished that they made off-road wheelchairs since this one is having hard time wheeling across the cracked and overgrown road. A new pitch of pain from his wife makes him use all his strength to pick up the pace. With the Hospital coming closer he knows that soon he'll be a father and his wife, a mother. After walking through the tin doors of the emergency the physician says "Please set her down here i'm all ready for the procedure". The husband helps his wife up and unto the table is asked to wait outside by the physician since he needs more room to work. The husband starts to say "But i need to..." cut off by a screech from his wife he thinks it over and walks outside. Checking himself over and realizing he is exhausted, he slumps down against the tin shack that is the emergency room and starts to doze. He is awakened by a baby's cry and rushes in to see how it went. The baby was in the physicians hands but looks concerned at the new mother. The father comes near his wife on the table sweating with exhaustion and whispers to him "Please let our soon be what he wants to be, i love you..." as the life drains away from her body. The new father starts to feels his life crash down upon him. He doesn't know what to do anymore but their is a light at the end of the tunnel a still-crying baby is all that is left of his wife. He knows that he will be the best father for him and will let his wife's dying breath not go to waste.
Save the Mojave!
That baby's name is Raun.
Really good RP Example!, its just sad that you forgot to fix your roleplaying experience! All you need to do is describe your RP experiance and you will be good to go!
I turned on the whitelist, i plan on getting perms, and a anti-creeper plugin tomorrow. Since all spout problems are gone i will finally be getting guns to work soon
Whitelist Application
OOC:
Ign:skymaster23
Age:13
Why us?I love to have actual servers who tell he truth with guns and don't remove them and a real rp and hardcore system and don't bugger up the lore.
Did you read the rules?:Yes I have and I will fight my way to Save the Mojave.
What is your RP exprience (No */10):I have been on multiple rp servers and know how to act also beging moderator on 3 and admin on 1 but the servers did not stay up for long because of raggers who crashed them back in 1.7.3 with the piston crash bug.
IC:
Name:Luke Blade (Nickname: Frost)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Skills:Crafting/Smithing, guns, and far combat.
Personality:Happy personality and hard worker.
Looks:american, bold, brown blacksmith work shirt.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):
From birth he was a part of the wasteland and was found and adobted by Jake Blade and Lauren Blade. They raised him like thier own son and thought him everything he knew. On his 13th birthday during a hot summer day he found a map to somewhere and found a stash from a courier's house and for some reason he smelled a scent which he remembers from somwhere but he didn't know. In the pack he found clothing for a blacksmith.? He wondered why a courier would have this and on the dilvery it was for him and another piece of paper said son if you ever find this that means you have lived on even after we had to hide you but this will be a task only you can do. I want you to make your own path and help the mojave and turn it to a better place anyway you can. There are instructions on the back telling you hpw to make items that you will need in your journey but son be careful and live on.
And from that moment on he swore to do his part and take back the mojave anyway he can and help the world one step at a time. His father's legacy shall live on in him. On his 17th birthday he went on a journey to the mojave and start his journey that would take him 1 whole year to get to there from Megaton. As this road will be dangerous trek for anyone.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Frost: Stop right there legion scum our intel shall not fall to your hands.
Legion Scout: Sorry but have to go and dilever the news to my commander and your plan shall fail.
Frost: *shot fired* I told you before you won't get back alive.
Legion Scout: You ******* ahhhh you won't ever win this war and right now my leader recived some news from megaton *BOOM* hahaha
Frost: You bastards shall die and if your leader ever comes near me I will kill him and all who oppose. (I hope that my family is okay just please.)
Whitelist Application
OOC Ign: mudguy47 Age: 16 Why us? I enjoy Fallout and roleplay servers, and I was browsing through the server lists and thought, wow I think I may join this RP server. And that is what trying to accomplish here with this application.
Did you read the rules?: Oh yes and I completely understand and will abide by these rules. What is your RP exprience (No */10): 7/10 I have expeirence with PBP (play by post) roleplays on a site that I will post if you require it. I also roleplay heavily (with mods of coarse) in Fallout 3, New Vegas, Oblivion, and Skyrim.
IC:
Name: John Herman Gender:Male Age: 32 Skills: If this is taken from the New Vegas skills then they are Guns, Medicine, and Sneak Personality: A modest man with good intentions, but will sometimes do bad unintentionally. A great leader especially under stress. Looks: A fair haired brown haired, brown eyed man with hair 4 inches long. He has a sharp chiseled face, with a long narrow nose. Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): John grew up in Caliente, a town just north of New Vegas on Highway 93. By the age of ten he knew how to handle a gun because the town was always being attacked by raiders of all shapes and sizes. At 12 he knew the basics on medicine as this was a very useful skill in his town with the frequent shootings. At 16 he was one of the best shots of the town killing almost 40 raiders so he was elected Sherrif as a result. In turn he ordered many of the towns folk to put up large barriers around the town and people be posted around the clock to keep watch. Two years later he was shot in the right arm, which was his good arm, he was then retired from Sherrif and someone else took his place. He then settled down and had a wife and one child, his wifes name was Katy and his sons name, Jordan. His family was then killed by a small raider group who had snuck into town unnoticed, he was off getting some more ammo at the local store. This happened when his son was 7 years old, and he was only 25. He morned his wife and son till the day he left his home town 4 years later. He spent a year and a half wandering around the wasteland, and he eventually found New Vegas. Three years later he was a bartender at a bar in the Mohave Outpost, working for the NCR. Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Kent: Hey John, want to buy this new pistol I found.
John: Sure, what caliber is it?
Kent: I think it is .44, I'm not sure as the caliber number on the barrel is gone, so this is only a wild guess.
John: Just put various bullets in there and see if it works.
Steve: Hey Kent and John, how are you two this fine day?
John: I'm fine Steve, I'm just looking around the marketplace to find something nice for my wife.
Steve: Well I don't think your wife would like a .357.
Kent: I got it its a .38 magnum!
John: No dumbsh*t, its .357 as Steve had said.
Kent: Oh, well you didn't have to be so mean about it.
Thank you for reading my application and I do hope it meets the expectation in which they need to be. And I'm sorry for the language in the RP example if it offends you any, it was somewhat required. Also Save The Mojave!
FOR ALL PLAYERS!
IP: 108.174.63.151:25565
WOOOOOOOO!
"Honey! The baby's coming!" she shouted to her husband just coming home from hunting.
The father drops the ______ carcass on the floor immediately and runs to her in a haste. Being prepared for this he reaches for a fixed wheelchair that was fixed just for this moment. Helping her prop his wife onto the wheelchair he keeps telling her "Everything is going to be alright and we we'll soon be a loving family".
The soon-to-be mother know this in the back of her mind, but cant stop thinking of the pain in her stomach and the urgency of the situation. She yells "Quickly! Open the door and get the doctor!"
"Oh...uhmm of-course!" the husband says clearly totally pre-occupied by situation. Wheeling her out of the house the husband starts yelling frantically "Doctor! Someone, get the doctor!". The local neighbors hear the cry and rush to get the local physician, since he has passed a few deliveries before. The doctors assistant comes to help bring the mother and points the way to the emergency room. The husband can feel the urgency in the situation and starts pushing his wife awkwardly to the emergency. Cursing under his breath he wished that they made off-road wheelchairs since this one is having hard time wheeling across the cracked and overgrown road. A new pitch of pain from his wife makes him use all his strength to pick up the pace. With the Hospital coming closer he knows that soon he'll be a father and his wife, a mother. After walking through the tin doors of the emergency the physician says "Please set her down here i'm all ready for the procedure". The husband helps his wife up and unto the table is asked to wait outside by the physician since he needs more room to work. The husband starts to say "But i need to..." cut off by a screech from his wife he thinks it over and walks outside. Checking himself over and realizing he is exhausted, he slumps down against the tin shack that is the emergency room and starts to doze. He is awakened by a baby's cry and rushes in to see how it went. The baby was in the physicians hands but looks concerned at the new mother. The father comes near his wife on the table sweating with exhaustion and whispers to him "Please let our soon be what he wants to be, i love you..." as the life drains away from her body. The new father starts to feels his life crash down upon him. He doesn't know what to do anymore but their is a light at the end of the tunnel a still-crying baby is all that is left of his wife. He knows that he will be the best father for him and will let his wife's dying breath not go to waste.
Ign:pbrelin
Age:13
Why us?I've been looking for a good apocalyptic minecraft RP, and yours looks pretty good.
Did you read the rules?:Yes, I have read and fully understand the rules.
What is your RP experience: 8/10, I play Dungeons and Dragons, and WoW on RP mode, so I have a good amount of experience
IC:
Name: Ed Hark
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Skills: Experienced with knives, rifles, computers, repairing, and he has a good memory (not photographic, but if he learns something he remembers it quicker than most).
Personality: He is a quiet, secure person. Whenever someone comes towards him he always takes a couple moments to study what they are wearing, what weapons are they carrying, and then he decides whether to talk to them, ignore them, run from them, or kill them. He leaves barely anything to chance.
Looks: Short brown hair, blue eyes, beard tall. Wears brown pants, a white shirt, with a brown overcoat.
Backstory: Once he heard about the coming fallout, he didn't panic, he did what no one else would even think about doing. He learned. In the time Ed had, he learned so many things, such as how to set up a generator, how to throw knives, how to properly fire a rifle, how to set up an electric fence. He knew that if he were to survive the fallout he would need to be smart, and know how to get things done.
When people think of Ed Hark, they think "He's only a child, he can barely survive in the coming fallout." Everyone thought of him in danger, that he would get hurt out there, or that he doesn't have the skill to survive. All Ed did was smirk as they said all of that. While they were out there, running around in panic, he was in learning how to survive. He became, smarter, stronger, and more clever. They said that he was going to die. Yet they didn't even know how to properly fire a gun.
Rp dialogue: I'm young, so naturally people take me for granted. They call me weak, they call me stupid. But you know what? I can hit a target 670 meters away with a rifle. While they can't even hit one 150 meters away. They keep saying that I'm in danger. But they're wrong. I'm not in danger, I am the danger.
Sorry i posted it when it wasn't done by accident. Its done now
Soul, personally, I'm just here to play on the server. I normally don't get involved with the troubles between the staff, be they former or current staff. But I will make an exception just this once. This whole thing is getting a way out of hand. All I want, if a fun fallout themed server to play on. But if this issue keeps going on the way it is, then the server will most likely be shut down. And i do not want that. If that happens then I will be sad and I will move on. But for the time being, I want this server to stay so I Can play on it. So for the sake of the players, can you guys please drop it. We don't like all this fighting. So in conclusion, I would like all this fighting to stop. All we, the players, want is a fun Fallout themed server to play on. But all this fighting is sending the server on a one way trip to destruction.
OOC:
Ign: Lordclammy
Age: 29
Why us? I have seen several fallout themed maps, but never liked one. hopefully this one will be cool.
Did you read the rules?: yep, save the mojave !!!
What is your RP exprience (No */10): I have been roleplaying for 15 years now. you can gage my ability.
IC:
Name: B3n D3r
Gender: Robot
Age: 5
Skills: survival and food production
Personality: suspicious yet helpful to those in need.
Looks: B3n D3r is a modified Protectron robot.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): B3n D3r was an experimental AI discovered in the wreckage of the Repconn headquarters near New Vegas by enclave scientists. Originally designed to fit into a robobrain and work in an agricultural setting, he was mistaken for a military AI and placed in a protectron body. unfortunatedly the enclave scientists didn't know that he was a failed prototype AI. B3n D3r developed a mild form of paranoia during developement before the war and was shelved until the problem could be solved.
Not knowing where he was or what was going on, B3n D3r "wandered" away during some outdoor weapons testing and was able to hide in the hills outside vegas. to this day he is somewhat of a recluse. he has made few friends in the desert, but to those he has befriended he helps with all his abilities, especially in the form of food production.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Barney (Wastelander friend): hey there B3n, how are you this morning ?
B3n D3r: This unit is functioning properly Barney Unit. Can this unit assist barney unit with something ?
Barney: why yes B3n, how are the crops coming ? me and the family could sure use some food items.
B3n D3r: certainly Barney unit. I will bring over a package of supplies this evening.
Barney: great ! thanks B3n, I think we have some spare energy packs for you as well that you are welcome to.
B3n D3r: That will be sufficient, good day Barney unit.
-RavenChance101 Once Leader of the PowderGangers...
Accepted, we could use some more robots roaming the wastes ;D
Really good RP Example!, its just sad that you forgot to fix your roleplaying experience! All you need to do is describe your RP experiance and you will be good to go!
Denied for now
true that
Everyone stop the fighting and enjoy kitties
lol XD
Lightened up my day some bit
thanks
OOC:
Ign:skymaster23
Age:13
Why us?I love to have actual servers who tell he truth with guns and don't remove them and a real rp and hardcore system and don't bugger up the lore.
Did you read the rules?:Yes I have and I will fight my way to Save the Mojave.
What is your RP exprience (No */10):I have been on multiple rp servers and know how to act also beging moderator on 3 and admin on 1 but the servers did not stay up for long because of raggers who crashed them back in 1.7.3 with the piston crash bug.
IC:
Name:Luke Blade (Nickname: Frost)
Gender:Male
Age:18
Skills:Crafting/Smithing, guns, and far combat.
Personality:Happy personality and hard worker.
Looks:american, bold, brown blacksmith work shirt.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs):
From birth he was a part of the wasteland and was found and adobted by Jake Blade and Lauren Blade. They raised him like thier own son and thought him everything he knew. On his 13th birthday during a hot summer day he found a map to somewhere and found a stash from a courier's house and for some reason he smelled a scent which he remembers from somwhere but he didn't know. In the pack he found clothing for a blacksmith.? He wondered why a courier would have this and on the dilvery it was for him and another piece of paper said son if you ever find this that means you have lived on even after we had to hide you but this will be a task only you can do. I want you to make your own path and help the mojave and turn it to a better place anyway you can. There are instructions on the back telling you hpw to make items that you will need in your journey but son be careful and live on.
And from that moment on he swore to do his part and take back the mojave anyway he can and help the world one step at a time. His father's legacy shall live on in him. On his 17th birthday he went on a journey to the mojave and start his journey that would take him 1 whole year to get to there from Megaton. As this road will be dangerous trek for anyone.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Frost: Stop right there legion scum our intel shall not fall to your hands.
Legion Scout: Sorry but have to go and dilever the news to my commander and your plan shall fail.
Frost: *shot fired* I told you before you won't get back alive.
Legion Scout: You ******* ahhhh you won't ever win this war and right now my leader recived some news from megaton *BOOM* hahaha
Frost: You bastards shall die and if your leader ever comes near me I will kill him and all who oppose. (I hope that my family is okay just please.)
OOC
Ign: mudguy47
Age: 16
Why us? I enjoy Fallout and roleplay servers, and I was browsing through the server lists and thought, wow I think I may join this RP server. And that is what trying to accomplish here with this application.
Did you read the rules?: Oh yes and I completely understand and will abide by these rules.
What is your RP exprience (No */10): 7/10 I have expeirence with PBP (play by post) roleplays on a site that I will post if you require it. I also roleplay heavily (with mods of coarse) in Fallout 3, New Vegas, Oblivion, and Skyrim.
IC:
Name: John Herman
Gender:Male
Age: 32
Skills: If this is taken from the New Vegas skills then they are Guns, Medicine, and Sneak
Personality: A modest man with good intentions, but will sometimes do bad unintentionally. A great leader especially under stress.
Looks: A fair haired brown haired, brown eyed man with hair 4 inches long. He has a sharp chiseled face, with a long narrow nose.
Backstory(At least 2 paragraphs): John grew up in Caliente, a town just north of New Vegas on Highway 93. By the age of ten he knew how to handle a gun because the town was always being attacked by raiders of all shapes and sizes. At 12 he knew the basics on medicine as this was a very useful skill in his town with the frequent shootings. At 16 he was one of the best shots of the town killing almost 40 raiders so he was elected Sherrif as a result. In turn he ordered many of the towns folk to put up large barriers around the town and people be posted around the clock to keep watch. Two years later he was shot in the right arm, which was his good arm, he was then retired from Sherrif and someone else took his place. He then settled down and had a wife and one child, his wifes name was Katy and his sons name, Jordan. His family was then killed by a small raider group who had snuck into town unnoticed, he was off getting some more ammo at the local store. This happened when his son was 7 years old, and he was only 25. He morned his wife and son till the day he left his home town 4 years later. He spent a year and a half wandering around the wasteland, and he eventually found New Vegas. Three years later he was a bartender at a bar in the Mohave Outpost, working for the NCR.
Rp dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Kent: Hey John, want to buy this new pistol I found.
John: Sure, what caliber is it?
Kent: I think it is .44, I'm not sure as the caliber number on the barrel is gone, so this is only a wild guess.
John: Just put various bullets in there and see if it works.
Steve: Hey Kent and John, how are you two this fine day?
John: I'm fine Steve, I'm just looking around the marketplace to find something nice for my wife.
Steve: Well I don't think your wife would like a .357.
Kent: I got it its a .38 magnum!
John: No dumbsh*t, its .357 as Steve had said.
Kent: Oh, well you didn't have to be so mean about it.
Thank you for reading my application and I do hope it meets the expectation in which they need to be. And I'm sorry for the language in the RP example if it offends you any, it was somewhat required. Also Save The Mojave!
Just a small preview of the guns
