**Out of Character**
IGN: lucas99801
Age: 16
How did you find us?: I found you through Akavir, and players that played on SoOF.
What roleplay experience do you have?: I have over 4 years of extensive writing and roleplay experience. I've roleplayed on a multitude of GMod, Warcraft, Minecraft, Starcraft, and other RP servers.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking information learned OOCly and using it in an IC manner.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is taking control of another persons character, or autohitting. For example
*Steve stabs and kills everyone*
IT should really be
*Steve attempts to stab Bob*
Define God-Modding in your words: God--Modding is the act of giving yourself powers your character couldn't possibly have.
Example:
*Steve summons a black dragon to eat the Enclave Soldier*
This is fallout.
You cannot summon anything.
There are no dragons.
No.
**In Character**
Name: Allison James
Nickname: Ally
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Allison stands at an average height of 5'10". Her body is slender, but still a bit muscular. She has auburn hair that reaches down past her neck, but she wears it in a bun or ponytail most of the time. Her face is angular, and her green eyes contrast to her pale complexion. She has a burn scar that shows if the lower bit of her neck shows. Her body has some curves to it.
Personality: Allison is a very loud and outgoing individual. She is almost always screaming at something, even if she is in a good mood. She tends to be very violent when it comes to burning anything. Allison seems to treat the FoA with overly friendliness, and everyone else she is wary about. The only ones she isn't hesitant towards are the ones that saved her. The Brotherhood.
In-game RP example:
*as Allison walks down the road, she would see a man laying on the ground in rags, breathing lowly*
Allison would walk up to the man, and kneel down to him. "Are you alright?" She would say.
The man's bloodshot eyes would open wide, going to grab her by the throat with his thin hand
She would squeal loudly, and attempt to scramble backward, away from the mans grip.
She would be able to escape his grip due to him being quite weak, falling down on the ground again, starting to drag himself to her
Her face would harden with anger. She would look down upon the man, with an almost homicidal glare. She aimed a kick at the mans stomach.
He is kicked, grunting and curling up slightly, calling out in a raspy voice "Please..."
"Please what.." She hissed.
"I need...need more...the rush..." He looks up at her pleadingly, eyes bloodshot
She sighed and stood up. She pulled a crinkled cigarette out of her pocket, lighting it with an old lighter. "Of course you're an addict.." She said, before taking a draw of the cigarette.
"There's...nothing else that can make me feel so good! It makes me forget..." He tries to push himself up onto his feet, but his legs give out, collapsing into the dirt again
"Forget what, exactly?" She said, leaning onto the wall.
"The rape...the murder...all those horrible things I did..." He rests his head on the ground
"Hm.." She took another draw, and looked towards him. "You should quit that stuff. Look what it's doing to your body. Take my advice guy, Stick to drinking. It doesn't mess your body up as much."
"I...I can't....I tried...it doesn't do it for me anymore, I need more!" He would force himself up more, going to lunge and tackle her
She would try and knee him in the neck as he dived for her.
Her knee connects, making him crumple onto the ground
She kneels to the ground and attempts to punch him in the face, attempting to knock him out cold.
He is punched, the lights in his head going out
"Sleep tight." She said, before standing up, and flicking her, now put out, cigarette into the street. She started to walk away from the unconcious man.
Background: Allison was born in a town not far from San Francisco. It went by the name of Redton, namely for the amount of red bricked buildings. Allison's parents were both Doctors and Former members of the FoA. They provided medical attention and travelling that would happen by. The town altogether was prosperous. It lay on a popular caravan route that Caravans frequented.
The young girl was raised, obviously, around medicine and injured patients. She showed a high disinterest in the medical field at an early age, and instead preferred to go about the town on adventures with her friends. On her adventures, She got into little scraps and fights with the other kids.
One particular interest she showed as a child, was the interest in flames. At the age of 16, Allison found an old Pre-War lighter on a scavengers jacket. He ignited it, watching the excitement light up in her eyes. The Scavenger gave it to her, smiling as he did. "Be careful with that, alright?" He said, handing it to her. She nodded and sprinted off, looking for something to use it on. It was a few weeks later, that something terrible happened. She set a barrel on fire, watching it burn for a moment. She began to walk away when an explosion rocked her body, and flung her forward. Another, larger explosion, followed and flung her even farther. Once she recovered, she opened her eyes to see that the town was in flames. Her eyes wide with fear, fear of being punished for such an offense, she took off into the desert.
Three Power Armored soldiers patroled the empty and expansive desert. They were just about to turn back home, when one of them spotted a collapsing girl. They moved towards her, and examined her. She lived, but only barely. They all voted that it was right to take her back with them. One of the three hoisted her onto her shoulder, and started back home.
((I have permission from UoFMTigerFan to start off in the BoS))
*Powers up Pipboy 3000*
Sang here, let's get to reviewing.
Terms are good, bravo.
Appearance describes her fairly. Could be expanded, but not entirely necessary.
Personality is iffy, seems to remark a rather singular trait of anger and outgoingness as common place, minus the rather concrete mentions of two factions. Expand if you could, give this woman a bit more depth.
RP example is coherent, a couple grammatical and spelling slips here and there, but negligible.
Background is lacking, it tells me little of our dear character as an individual, only bits and pieces of her lifestory. Expand, give depth and such.
**Out of Character** IGN: Gdp203 Age: 15 How did you find us? I’ve been offered a staff position by Stromby on Akavir awhile back, became a whitelister for both Akavir and BNW (Now Ashes of Our Fathers), now I am here. What Roleplay experience do you have? Hmm, well, let us start from the beginning. As a young chap in the 7th grade, I was 13 when I found my first RP server, Caelion. . . very hardcore and very hard to get in, a perfect start for me as I learned to RP the hard way. I then moved to Lord of the Craft, for a short while, then I moved to Ironhearts, made by the two admins who left Caelion (Epic Ketchup and Mystia [whom I miss dearly]) only to be introduced to stromby whom set me up in Akavir, then I met Selbor who got me set up as a whitelister in BNW. So yeah, I have RPed in all of those servers (Though BNW was just pre-RP and some practice RP in the NCR server area). Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming (or MG) is the use of information you gathered OUT OF CHARACTER whether it be from a journal post on the fancy character journal section of a forum. You would use the info YOU saw, but not what your character saw, thus giving you an unfair advantage. Let me give an example. . . Lets say Bob likes cherry pie, Charlie however has no idea of that, but the person RPing as him hears about it in an OOC chat, Charlie then poisons a cherry pie and gives it to Bob, see the meaning? Yep. . . there you go. Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-Gaming/Rape of Actions/Forcing/Blarg (PG) is forcing your action or opinion/whatever on another person, without giving them a proper chance to fight back. Example would be *Bob cuts Charlie’s throat* well Bob better let Charlie fight back by saying *Bob slashes his blade in the direction of Charlie’s throat, hoping to cut it open* Define God-Modding in your words: I am unfamiliar with this term, so I will describe what I heard through the interwebs. God-modding is when you basically make your character over-powered and what not. Saying they can dodge every bullet, still run when they have been shot ETC.
**In Character** Name: (Decanus [his rank]) Marius Laertius Nickname: (Optional) Invictus (What he prefers to be called) Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: Invictus has a very flashy look to himself, but at the same time he also has this. . . uncomforting presence. He has chocolate coloured hair, a nice combed and layered do, and a very defines facial structure with a point nose, also a bold jaw. He seems like a golden boy almost, like he doesn’t belong in the Legion he belongs as a chairman in the Tops or something like that, he looks. . . very innocent. He seems like one that wouldn’t do harm if you looked at him, his honey like words and handsome smile almost make him a heartthrob. While this may seem nice in talking, the Legion always saw that as a sign of weakness. . . but they also saw it as deceptive. . . He has a strong physical build, nothing special considering the brutal training every Legion boy is put under. Personality: The term Invictus was given to him when he was a young boy, seeing as his stubborn nature made him and his will to remain part of who he is. The latin meaning of Invictus would be “unconquered” like he remains a force not controlled by anyone but himself and his leaders. While he may not look like the stubborn type, many call him a philosopher in many stances. He always follows his philosophy of life, politics, and even good or evil. . . He is intelligent, he is also stubborn towards his opinions. While the Legion is not one for words, he seems to favor his words as weapons, destroying ideals like the NCR with his words rather than charging with a knife. Speaking seems to be his strong point, leading men with words rather than a blade held high. He believes himself as his own leader, though he does not announce it, sometimes he sees everyone else as a lesser being. While he does not see himself as a god, he praises his own self. . . knowing that he will be his only greatest hero. In-game RP example: (Include dialog) *The scene is quiet, the night sky has been decorated with stars like diamonds on black velvet. . . the desert sand of Utah seems to be swirling in the light wind, but something unsettling seems to be in the area*
*Invictus is marching with his squad of ten, serving as a scouting party to scope out any NCR positions, or just to find some raiders messing with their trade routes. . . Invictus would feel an unsettling sense of security, he feels watched* *Invictus would stop as he sees vultures circling in the distance, he then looks back to his group of ten* “See that? Vultures. . . something must be dead. . . keep sharp,” *He then continues to move down the road with his men marching behind him* *As they approach the location in which the vultures have been circling, they see a dead brahmin, and some stripped caravanners, along with broken crates* *As Invictus stops to inspect the wreckage, a gunshot is heard, one of his men dropping to his knees as he clutches his throat which is now leaking blood* “GET DOWN!” *Invictus would yell as he ducks behind one of the dead bodies of the Brahmin, the rest of his men scrambling to find cover, one of his men getting shot dead in the back*
*Invictus would peak up and look for the source, he then sees a slight glint from the moonlight, a sniper seems to be taking shots at them* *The sniper bolts his rifle, another round replacing his shot off one, he then fires at Invictus’ exposed head* *Invictus would duck down, the Brahmin being hit and blood from the Brahmin splashing on his body, Invictus would curse under his breathe and look to his men, sighing as he thinks on the sniper*
*The sniper waits, he doesn’t fire another round, he instead stalls the Legionnairies in his scope of view*
*Invictus would have atleast one armed Prime in his squad, armed with a cowboy repeater, he would yell to the Prime* “Suppress that sniper! Then form up on me!” *The Legionnaire with the repeater would nod as he fires quick burst at the sniper, nearly blind firing in the snipers direction* *The sniper would jump at the shots being exchanged with him, he would move back and cover his head as he looks for a new position* *Invictus orders his men to form up on him in a spread out line, the men would take a few moments to do so, the shooter still supressing the sniper* *The sniper would be to busy trying to avoid the shots being fired at him, he would not peak up as the rounds being shot at him would just suppress him, he then starts to pull out a sidearm. . . only it doesn’t look like a pistol, looks like a launcher of some type*
*As Invictus’ men form up, Invictus would hold his sword high and order for the men to charge, the men sprinting at the position of the sniper, slowing down as they reach the hill* *As they charge, the sniper shoots the sidearm in the air, a flare! It glares in the sky as Invictus freezes, he then curses another set of words under his breathe as he tells his men to fall back to the wreckage* *As the men runs, the sniper would do the same, as the sniper runs back . . . a group of twelve wastelanders would meet him, two armed with hunting rifles, three with 10mm, and the rest with baseball bats or sledgehammers* *Invictus would tell his men to keep in cover as they wait, he then tells the shooter to reload and wait for the word to fire, the shooter knowing what that means* *As they hide behind rocks or dead Brahmin, the shooter takes a position far off on one of the dunes, aiming down the field as he waits for whatever force that sniper was calling* *The group of twelve wastelanders comes, Invictus being outnumbered seeing as he lost two men, the men would be ontop of the hill, looking down at the wreckage, dead silence occuring* *Invictus would then yell the command to fire, the shooter taking aim and firing about three rounds in the collection of men* *The three rounds would hit the two men with the hunting rifles, and one man with a 10mm, they would all then jump and try to look for where that came, they start to run for the Caravan for cover behind the rocks ahead, thinking the force is now far off* *Invictus’ men would then make a war cry as they come out from the rocks as the wastelanders get closer, charging with their machetes raised, Invictus holding his shiny gladiu high* *The wastelanders would then freak out at the sudden counter attack, the 10mm’s firing rampantly in the charging forces, however their aim is not as good for the men seem to have just fired randomly* *Invictus’ men would be close, now at sparsing range with the wastelanders, Invictus would look for the nearest wastelander, most likely a pistol holder or two* *One of the pistol men look to Invictus taking aim and squeezing the trigger, only to hear a click, he then yells a very blunt curse as he throw his pistol at Invictus, pulling out a kitchen knife from his belt* *Invictus would charge at the man with all of his force, going to ram the man to his back, meanwhile the rest of Invictus’ men seem to engage other wastelanders* *The Wastelanders being handled by the other Legionnaires would fight it out with them, most swinging their blunt weapons, the pistol men just trying to shoot whatever they can, the pistol man Invictus engages would fall as he tries to get his knife out, being rammed by Invictus* *The shooter on the hill would fire at the pistol men, meanwhile. . . Invictus now drives his gladius down on the wastelander, aiming for the wastelanders chest* *The pistol men all seem to be dead as they were taken by surprise, meanwhile. . . the wastelander that Invictus rammed would be dead, the rest would also be dwindling in numbers, they all start to retreat. . . Invictus orders his men not to chase after them* *The retreating men obviously didn’t leave without putting a fight, as two more of Invictus’ men would have been killed. . . Invictus sighs as he looks to the men* “This was suppose to be a scouting mission. . . when we get back to the camp. . . we say it was an NCR patrol. . . you hear me?” *Invictus obviously feeling abit ashamed for wasting his men on some simple wastelanders, the men would then march back with the numbers they have left. . . back to the base, getting a rest to start the same patrol over and over again*
Background: Born in the hot sun of Arizona, a child from a slave mother and a long dead soldier father, seeing as he was a legion child, many of the boys or girls would not know their mothers or fathers. . . so he never had a hard time dealing with the fact that he may never know of his father, or his mother being sold as a sex slave to an officer. . . many used to call him a prissy boy who refused to pick up a blade in fighting practice, as he asked his trainer if he could. . . talk to the “enemy” made of wood. The boy who prefered words. . . the boy who remained “Invictus” or “Unconquered”. During his years of boyhood, he was a rather bright child. . . which was not seen as “amazing” in legion standards, but it won the hearts of some. While he entertained his higher ups with his way of words, he had a rather fond way of speaking his mind on things like the weather. . . people he met. . . or what his figures would complain about. His trainer and mentors loved the way he would recite lines from famous philosophers in the books he would find from ransacks of the soldiers who just got back from a raid, many knew that was Invictus’ gold, knowledge and words. . . . .
While his way of words brought him many hearts, his lack of aggression brought eyebrows to raise. They noticed this when he was first put in his little Legion uniform, and he was told to swing his blade a wooden dummy named “Profligate”. . . Marius at the time refused. . . even after his teacher told him of all the evils “Profligate” has done, and how he is looking to enslave and murder the Legion way of life. Marius would then refuse. . . making his teacher hit Marius with his cane, giving Marius a terrible bruise. . . but Marius still refused. Marius put the blade behind his back and asked the dummy why he did such things. . . “Profligate” would not respond, so Marius would just cut down “Profligate” with his blade. . . his teacher was surprised at how quick he was about it, how most boys would brutalize the damn thing. . .. but Marius just talked, he then killed it. . . his trainer would give him many lashes for not following orders in the first place, but. . . his trainer did see potential in Marius.
Marius was then given the name Invictus when he was demanded to explain himself. . . he said that he did things his way, he felt violence was too simple. . . he was lashed more and more again and again, he was lucky that the trainer still had a special spot for Marius as Marius showed promise. . .
The masters would hit him and tell him he needs to wipe that tone, he simply laughed and said he would never conform. Obviously, he was subjected for execution, but the leaders would let him go as he did have his way with philosophy and many other things. He also showed a strong liking for Caesar even though he would never meet the man, and showed promise as a leader for his way of words. While training, his trainer set up a team exercise, the team leaders were picked by who could draw the biggest stick from a pile, Marius drew the biggest.
Marius may have not been the best fighter, while he showed lots of good things, he was predicted to be killed soon in his soldier life. . . so they had no problem titling him as “cannon fodder”, but as the boys went into the importance of his fellow Legionnaire, he seemed to always be the one asking to be team leader. While his trainer hesitated and the boys never wanted Marius to be their leader, Marius finally got a position when the boys were going to set up a mock battle or “Territory Grab” as his trainer would call it. The boys would be split up by an even number and they would be told to take ground, they would defend their territory by hitting one another with wooden swords until one gave up, they took territory the same way. When Marius was finally elected, he surprised his teachers with how much of a tactician and leader he was. . . this made them find a new skill for him. . . . they would label him as “A future leader” rather than cannon fodder.
Marius would later grow to become a man, and a full fledged soldier. While many doubted his combat skills, seeing as he wasn’t much of a fighter, and you couldn’t just become a leader, many saw the fiery potential in him. His first battle was when he was barely in his twenties and just going onto eighteen. He was a Legion Regular and was going to expect his life to be put on the line. His first combat experience was in a raid on some raider camps. While raiders were not much of a hassle, many tried to sprout. The process was simple, scout out the raider camp, then send a mass wave of men to charge, pillage, and kill anyone inside.
Marius, now called Invictus, saw many ways the raids were done. Some were done by simple shock tactics, come in on a weak flank and kill anyone you could go after. He saw some done out of fear, such as sending in rigged slaves who would explode as a raider came up and tried to take the slave for themselves. . . others were sometimes basic siege tactics, like surrounding the camp and letting them starve it out until they surrendered. As the years went on, he would start to write his experiences in Latin. One of his books accounted his first raid, and how he never understood the reason for capturing the enemy. . . he was a strong believer in dying for what you stood for. Invictus, around prisoners, did grant him some name. He would mock the prisoners and torture them with dark words and phrases. . . calling them cowards and occasionally describing their fate. One time he made a prisoner so afraid, the man died of a heart attack. “The best form of justice for raider scum is to tell them their consequences they will never escape, that is the spoils of victory,” that saying would make his leaders smile upon him.
As his years went on, his kill count going higher and his reputation for a speaker grew, he showed leadership when their Decanus was shot and killed by a raider. He took control of his men and arranged an assault against a force much bigger than his, and since he was next in line for control of his group. . . he was put in. He would make his own form of tactics, normally staying up day and night finding new ways to win victories. He would look at ways to turn defeat into comebacks, victories into punches, and stalemates to advantages.
He later found himself in his first official war. The Battle for the Hoover Dam was near as the Legion was going to try and make a comeback. As he led a charge of men in the Hoover Dam, his men killed about two squads of NCR soldiers, he personally slew a few himself before his force was ordered to retreat. . .
When the battle was a defeat, he was sent back to Arizona with only a percent of his men, most of them going off to other territories like Utah. As Invictus was home, he would impregnate a slave girl by the name of Anna, but her Legion name was Camilla, and watch his son grow until his son was able to walk, he then had his boy taken to become a soldier like him. . . he never saw his son again. He wanted to maybe buy his lover as a slave so he could possibly wed her, but she would later be sold off to a Centurion. . . who would brutally strangle her to death as she dropped his blade. . . but Invictus never heard about that. . . he never really saw his boy again. Invictus and his men were later assigned to a slaver group, they would capture lone wandering wastelanders and maybe kill some escapees, it wasn’t until a messenger came to Invictus’ little camp, telling him of his new assignment.
While the battle was a defeat he showed great heroism and was not of the Legion that would be blamed for the defeat, he was then assigned to Salt Lake City. . . as the Legion was working to rid the NCR of the area. While Invictus was there, he would grow to become one of the main Decanus’, and even growing a strange ambition to destroy the NCR there.
Invictus hopes to become the wasteland Plato, or Cicero. He hoped to be quoted in books like the ones he read when he was young, he hoped to destroy an army with his words. . . he hopes to become something greater than anything, even Caesar himself. That is why he names himself Invictus, he believes himself as his greatest leader. . . . himself as his own ruler. . . he just sees the Legion as a force willing to fight for. . .
*Powers up Vault Boy 3000*
Also, I have permission from CthulhuPeople to be in the Legion. .. ..
*Powers up Vault Boy 3000*
Also, Cthulhu gave me permission for a faction role. . .
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
11/17/2012
Posts:
43
Member Details
**Out of Character** IGN:
DemocraticPuppy
Age:
17
How did you find us?
My /BOY/ PajosFTW (I didn’t actually ask him, I was just bored one day and was scrolling through the server links on some old friend’s pages and found you guys.)
What Role-play experience do you have?
I RP’d on the server Rise of Kings for a good 7 months or so before leaving due to creative differences in opinion with the server owner. I then went from there, to Wayward Realms (Another medieval RP server) and helped development for the server, before leaving there due to a boredom with the state of RP. Finally, I’m currently staffing/building on the Realms of Caeldor RP server with a few friends. I do consider myself a respectable RP’er, however, I must admit this will be my first RP server without medieval influences, but I have no doubt that I will soon get into the swing of things considering the Fallout series is the GOAT in my personal opinion. I’ve extensively read through the wikia and timeline, and I initially bought an Xbox almost entirely for Fallout 3.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
In my personal experience, I’ve seen meta-gaming that ranges from attacking a character in disguise that gave away no information that could mean he was a spy, to where I saw an RP’er create a character expressly to ‘get back’ at someone who killed a character of his. Basically, meta-gaming is taking OOC information you would have had no clue about, into the RP world for your own, or someone else’s, advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power-gaming is the concept of giving yourself every advantage and no disadvantage. Power-gaming can range from creating a character who has super strength, hearing, and listening, with his one handicap being that he is terrified of pink striped zebras, to RPing for the strict intent to win, disregarding what RP logic it may break. I think at it’s very base though, it’s simply forcing an action onto another person.
Define God-Modding in your words:
I have never heard this term myself, throughout my experience RPing, but I can assume clearly enough what it is. God-Modding is when someone simply can’t be hit, and they dodge all attacks coming there way. Basically, it’s the case when someone obviously feels a lack of control in their own life, so they try to forcibly make themselves the ‘big guy’ in every situation who always turns out on top.
**In Character** Name:
Ezekiel Tragen
Nickname: (Optional)
“Big Bear”
“E-Z”
“Eazy”
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Gruff as all hell to put it simply. Long, blonde, dark brown streaked hair with a straw like consistency on his head along with a thick, full, unkempt beard of the same color. His skin is dark tanned brown, you would barely be able to depict him as Caucasian anymore. Ezekiel’s skin would also be drawn tight and leathery, crows feet and the whole nine yards when it comes to wrinkles. While he appears startlingly old he still retains a set of pearly white teeth and a jovial facial symmetry which makes it appear as if he’s constantly smiling. He is a stocky, barrel-chested man of little more than 6 feet in height.
Personality:
Through the long life he has had, by these rough and tumble post apocalyptic standards, Ezekiel trusts very few, if any people, he meets in his travels. Estranged, to say the least, to others he meets in the area around The Great Salt Lake, he most frequently attacks first, and asks questions later. However, when he is, for whatever reason, in a large settlement he knows he won’t be attacked on sight in, he let’s down his guard and even lets loose a bit, having a fun time before going back to the struggles of the open road. To make it simple, I will just make a bulleted summarization.
- Adaptable
- Innovative
- Savvy
- Brave
- Conscientious
- Frank
- Independent
- Philosophical
- Self-disciplined
- Tough
- Aggressive
- Dogmatic
- Harsh
- Obstinate
- Truculent
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Down a dusty road leading to an old drive-in movie theater off the shore of the Great Salt Lake could be seen a man, wearing clothes nearly as soil stained as the trash he was seemingly rummaging through. After a few minutes of dumpster diving, he could be seen pocketing an odd looking gizmo before heading to a different container, a moaning noise emanating from it that could only be heard from a few feet away. Quickly digging under his leather Brahmin-skin duster upon approaching, the Scavenger un-clips his 10mm pistol while cautiously moving towards the dumpster and stopped naught but inches from it, digging yet again into a pocket within his duster, pulling out a stained looking glass bulb, fitted with a stopper down it’s pipe. Immediately after examining over the glassware’s surface, the Scavenger hooked the ominous solution into the dumpster, followed by a blood-curdling scream afterwards…*
“AAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
*…prompting the Scavenger to swing around the dumpster and up-end the rusted metal container, spilling its contents onto the cracked pavements, only to be surprised when the suspected monster was in fact a malnourished young boy, whom was then covered in the Scavengers mysterious solution.*
“P-…Pl-lease….”
The Boy pleaded, holding out his cracked and bloodied hands, in a desperate bid for his life.
*Wordlessly the Scavenger narrowed his eyes at the child, gripping him roughly by the arm and hoisting him up, only to be met by the starved youth’s screams once more…*
“Aiwwwwwwwe!”
“Shut. Up.”
The Scavenger finally croaked out, in his weathered old voice, sounding nearly as old as the dirt itself.
*…with one last look of desperation the child hastily hung his head whilst the Scavenger continued to search his pockets and clothing, not to be surprised when the child did in fact turn out a ankle collar on his leg that could only mean one thing: Slave. As the Scavengers’ eyes fell down to the device the child looked back up once more, suddenly, taking on a more defiant persona.*
“Do you kno-..Know what they do to us there? W-W..What they already did to…me?”
The Boy questioned in a stuttering, yet rapid fashion.
“Yeup”
The Scavenger responded with only a slight hesitation, no emotion to be extracted from his tone. Finally locking with the Boy’s eyes, not before spitting off to the side, the Scavenger continued.
“Now come with me…”
The Scavenger stated blankly, raising his pistol once more at the boy mid-sentence “…And no, ya’ ain’t got no choice.”
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*After a few hours of silent travel, the two Wastelanders came to their final location, the end of their trip, The Sugar House, a Pre-war neighborhood turned Post-war Slaver camp, a place the Boy, and the Scavenger, both knew very well.*
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
“And who’ll be the impartial judge o’ that?”
The Scavenger asked the screaming Boy as he peered down at him, the glower of his gaze striking fear deep into the Boy’s soul.
“’N’ look at that, ya’ dragged out the Chokers yourself”
The Scavenger remarked blandly as Rupert Gildray, a well known Slave-boss, and an armed group piled out of the rickety Sugar House Gate.
“Well look’it thar’, E-Z done brought us ‘nother lil’ ol’ run’way!”
Rupert mocked through his yellowed and shattered teeth, chortling in the middle of his slang-ridden sentence.
“Two hundred and thirty ten millimeters. Same as the other”
The Scavenger bellowed out over the ruckus and din of the excited Slavers, startling the shifty Slave-boss easily, as was his manner.
“Yea’a… ‘course man…” Rupert responded back cautiously, digging through his pockets with his shaking hands before dumping the payment into the palm of the Scavenger, who immediately nodded, turning his back on the men, and setting a course away from the town, leaving Rupert nearly wordless before the Slave-boss turned back to his old, but now new, young charge, the Boy, the Slave, and realized he had no more reason to be nervous.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.)
The story of how Ezekiel came to be in the now desolate wasteland of Utah is a long, historical trail of events, starting back in the 19th century even. Ez’s ancestors were apart of the Mormon excursion across the nation back to the days when Salt Lake City was first established, but his family, the Targen’s, remained far from the cluster of town life, settling instead in Bear River Valley, the name of which inspired the German translated surname for his family. Living peacefully with the Shoshone people, the Targen’s integrated and eventually married into the tribe, retaining their Mormon roots, but donning a notably Native appearance, much to the dismay of the rest of their church.
During the days leading up to the Great War however, the Targen’s, still living on their old family grounds, grew ever more suspicious of the danger of nuclear conflict and opted to, unlike most ignorant families, construct and stock a fallout shelter which in the end, saved the family’s existence. Upon re-emerging out into the hell that the earth became following 20 years of subterranean living, the Targen’s, were faced with the difficulty of survival in a dangerous new world where resources were scarcer than before and even survival was an impractical option. However, like their frontiersmen ancestors, they endured and eventually acclimated to the horrors and hazards of the irradiated land.
Ez was born into the same situation as his father and his father before him: that of farmers life, trying to crave an existence into the poisoned soil. In his youth however, Ez never sought after a life of mild mannered farming and hunting, instead he took to the world and everything it offered. After leaving The Targen Ranch, Ez headed down to Salt Lake City, but instead skirted the more dangerous heart of the city, opting instead to head down the now defunct, but still traversable I-80 until he made it to New Reno around 2268 when he was 21. A full decade of grunt work later for the Wright family, and Ez was a well-known gunslinger, man-*****, and all-around degenerate, all of which came to a screeching halt when he was found to be having an affair with the well renowned daughter of the crime family’s boss.
After nearly being executed in New Reno, Ez kept roaming the Wasteland, trying to stay under the radar before making it out of the Core Region, only taking odd jobs in low-key trade companies Ez eventually made his way out of the shadow of danger New Reno presented, circling once more around Salt Lake City so as to avoid any danger and instead planting his roots back down once more at Targen Ranch, forgoing his mercenary life-style and learning the survivalist skills that would be required of him if he ever wished to leave off the land itself, leading to such innovations of his like his sea salt toothpaste he gathered from the Salt Lake, as well as some natural concoctions, all of which serve a non-lethal, but altogether useful purpose. Wishing to take his survival skills to the test, Ez has set out once more into the Utah wild, in an effort to find his true calling in the Wastes, to seek some meaning in what some may see as an altogether meaningless life.
Power up, Vault-boy 3000
Oh, and I know I won't come onto the server being "The strongest and baddest", so if you get that vibe from anything in the application, just know that I know better than that
**Out of Character** IGN: lucas99801 Age: 16 How did you find us?: I found you through Akavir, and players that played on SoOF. What roleplay experience do you have?: I have over 4 years of extensive writing and roleplay experience. I've roleplayed on a multitude of GMod, Warcraft, Minecraft, Starcraft, and other RP servers. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking information learned OOCly and using it in an IC manner. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is taking control of another persons character, or autohitting. For example
*Steve stabs and kills everyone*
IT should really be
*Steve attempts to stab Bob*
Define God-Modding in your words: God--Modding is the act of giving yourself powers your character couldn't possibly have.
Example:
*Steve summons a black dragon to eat the Enclave Soldier*
This is fallout.
You cannot summon anything.
There are no dragons.
No.
**In Character** Name: Allison James Nickname: Ally Age: 27 Gender: Female Appearance: Allison stands at an average height of 5'10". Her body is slender, but still a bit muscular. Her arms and legs show the muscle in them when she runs or jumps. She has auburn hair that reaches down past her neck, but she wears it in a bun or ponytail most of the time. Her face is angular, and her green eyes contrast to her pale complexion. She has a burn scar that runs down her entire back. Her fingers are long and slender.
Personality: Allison is a very loud and outgoing individual. She is almost always screaming at something, even if she is in a good mood. She tends to be very violent when it comes to burning anything. Allison seems to treat the FoA with overly friendliness, this is due to her parents being former members of them. She respects how they attempt to treat the world of it's sickness. The Brotherhood, she views as her savior from the Wasteland. As they rescued her from near death. She views that she owes them a debt of life. Pledging her life to the Brotherhood, in return for them saving hers. Allison is stubborn when it comes to pulling out of a firefight. She'd rather stay and die, than run away like a coward. She isn't the smartest when it comes to tactics, as her most preferred strategy is to charge right in, guns a blazing. She leaves most of the planning to her superiors, She has a tendency to argue with her superiors on certain Orders. She may speak of a distaste and dislike for her superiors, but she respects them for saving her.
In-game RP example:
*as Allison walks down the road, she would see a man laying on the ground in rags, breathing lowly*
Allison would walk up to the man, and kneel down to him. "Are you alright?" She would say.
The man's bloodshot eyes would open wide, going to grab her by the throat with his thin hand
She would squeal loudly, and attempt to scramble backward, away from the mans grip.
She would be able to escape his grip due to him being quite weak, falling down on the ground again, starting to drag himself to her
Her face would harden with anger. She would look down upon the man, with an almost homicidal glare. She aimed a kick at the mans stomach.
He is kicked, grunting and curling up slightly, calling out in a raspy voice "Please..."
"Please what.." She hissed.
"I need...need more...the rush..." He looks up at her pleadingly, eyes bloodshot
She sighed and stood up. She pulled a crinkled cigarette out of her pocket, lighting it with an old lighter. "Of course you're an addict.." She said, before taking a draw of the cigarette.
"There's...nothing else that can make me feel so good! It makes me forget..." He tries to push himself up onto his feet, but his legs give out, collapsing into the dirt again
"Forget what, exactly?" She said, leaning onto the wall.
"The rape...the murder...all those horrible things I did..." He rests his head on the ground
"Hm.." She took another draw, and looked towards him. "You should quit that stuff. Look what it's doing to your body. Take my advice guy, Stick to drinking. It doesn't mess your body up as much."
"I...I can't....I tried...it doesn't do it for me anymore, I need more!" He would force himself up more, going to lunge and tackle her
She would try and knee him in the neck as he dived for her.
Her knee connects, making him crumple onto the ground
She kneels to the ground and attempts to punch him in the face, attempting to knock him out cold.
He is punched, the lights in his head going out
"Sleep tight." She said, before standing up, and flicking her, now put out, cigarette into the street. She started to walk away from the unconscious man.
Background:
Allison was born in a town not far from San Francisco. It went by the name of Redton, namely for the amount of red bricked buildings. Allison's parents were both Doctors and Former members of the FoA. They provided medical attention and travelling that would happen by. The town altogether was prosperous. It lay on a popular caravan route that Caravans frequented.
The young girl was raised, obviously, around medicine and injured patients. She showed a high disinterest in the medical field at an early age, and instead preferred to go about the town on adventures. On her adventures, She got into little scraps and fights with the other kids. As a result, She was rather isolated. Allison tended to shut out most others, preferring to wander around alone.
When Allison turned 14, She did was she did on every one of her birthdays. She took her birthday caps, and followed a Caravan to the nearby town of Brownsville. On this particular trip, She met a man by the name of Gerald. He was one of the guards of the Caravan. They talked the entire way to Brownsville, and back to Redton. The two stayed out until the dawn of daylight, and then returned to Allison's house. This continued on for a month. The two would spend the entire day together, and then return to Allison's to sleep. The night before Gerald left, escorting the Caravan somewhere else, He confessed his love to her. He promised that he would return for her. He promised that he would never touch another girl other than her. That night, they made love. Allison was in complete harmony. The next day, He left. He didn't return for a year. When he did, He returned with a girl. His new love. Allison saw them embrace, and broke down into tears. She sprinted off, vanishing into the twists and turns of the town. She fell into a depression. She realized how alone she really was in the world. Her parents almost never talked to her(as they were busy with the towns almost constant medical needs, and she had shunned every other child her age away. Allison turned to drinking and smoking to chase away her pain. She shut out the world even more, and in her drunkenes, she discovered one of her biggest perks. Her love of fire.
It started out small, a lit match here, and a mailbox burning here. Then it began to escalate, as did her drinking. She began to set abandoned buildings on fire. All the while, drinking away her parents caps. On one particular occasion, She tossed a flaming bottle of alcohol at a building. The building, being made of rotten wood, easily caught fire. She turned to stumble away when an explosion rocked her, and tossed her forward. What she didn't realize, was that she set the town storehouse on fire. The ammunition detonated, sending flaming debris flying in every direction. A large piece of flaming plywood landed on Allison's back, leaving a large burn through the thin tank top. The explosion nearly knocked her sober, and as she turned, She saw the town burning. For fear of being hunted and killed, She ran. She limped out of the burning town and into the barren wasteland.
Allison wandered through the expansive Wasteland, a day after the incident. The burn wound had dust and all matter of other materials lodged into painfully. She still walked with a limp, and was beginning to dehydrate. She took a step, and then collapsed onto the hard ground. She stared forward, and her eyes slowly shut as she saw three figures walking towards her.
The Three Brotherhood of Steel members watched as the girl collapsed. They moved towards her, quickly. They saw the large burn wound on her back, and checked her pulse. She was alive, barely. The Three argued briefly about what to do with her. In the end, They voted to take her with them back to their base. Allison was hoisted over one of the three's shoulder and was taken to safety.
The Brotherhood treated her wounds, and nursed her back to health. When Allison was healthy enough to leave the compound, She asked if she could stay, and perhaps join them. "I have no life to go back to. I have nothing left in the Wasteland for me." She pleaded to them. After much deliberation, They decided to let her join.
((I have permission from UoFMTigerFan to start off in the BoS))
How did you find us? I’ve been affiliated with Akavir for a long while, ‘was also on SooF.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I’ve been RPing on servers for years now, and I also have an abundant amount of staff experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when one learns something IRL/OOCly and changes their character’s actions, personality, or location around this information that their character doesn’t know, but the player does. Meta gaming is not telling somebody something OOCly about something IC, using that information that you learn OOCly to alter your character however is.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming can be recognized as simply not attempting to do something, forcing the fate of another character, roleplaying like you are fighting a punching bag. *he trips his assailant, then punches him two times in the face before running away*. Simply being overpowered; *hacks computer at first attempt, gets all information on computer*
Define God-Modding in your words: (To me, this has always been an aspect of Power-Gaming, definitions may be mixed) God-modding can be recognized as being completely unrealistic, or overpowered, simply being illogical. *jumps off the skyscraper, and lands on the grass; the grass breaks his fall.* *runs up the wall, then jumps over the angry crowd and escapes*
**In Character** Name: Edwin Satan Van-Daele
Nickname: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1 in height, muscly (a soldier’s body), greying hair, signs of aging on his face, fern green eyes, short cut hair, heavy stubble on his face. Battle wounds are spread across his body, scars and bullet wounds from him traveling to San Francisco
Personality: Edwin is a calm man, usually keeping to himself. A warrior, his personality most likely will determine on his future, not his past, intelligent, he knows how to use all kinds of weapons. Despite his loyalty, he does not live to serve, on his free time he relaxes, or enjoys tobacco; he’s smart enough not to die for his ego. He is a tough, and not easily broken. He doesn’t often panic, when others would.
In-game RP example:
Deserts of Nevada, a pack brahmin strolls down the road, the trader guarded by two mercenaries.
-Two raiders come out from rocks on the right and left side of the road, aiming guns at the caravan
-the mercenaries aim their assault rifles back.-*
The raider to the right twitching, aiming a pistol at the group* he says “Come on, you know the drill, give us your stuff, and we’ll let you run off.”
The trader looks between the mercenaries and raiders, his hands up, “Here, let me get the stuff, don’t shoot each other.” *Turning around, walking to the brahmin.*
“That won’t be necessary, get to cover.” Says one of the mercenaries.
The trader halted, tensions increased as the trader looked over to the raiders
-the mercenary gritted his teeth, and held the rifle tight.
-The trader hid behind the brahmin, as he heard the bullets fly, the brahmin falling on him as it is killed by a stray bullet.
-The trader pushing the brahmin off of him, a minute after the firing stops, looking around as the dust clears, he saw the dead mercenaries to his side, ahead a raider in the middle of the road, bleeding out from a bullet wound to his stomach.
-The trader walking over, slowly, looking down to meet the man’s eyes.
-The raider raised his pistol, shooting a bullet at the trader's head.
-The trader is shot in the forehead, killed instantly, falling back.
-The raider died slowly, bleeding out, surrounded by death.
Background:(Lacking compared to my other character’s backstories, as his past was somewhat simple)
Edwin Van-Daele was born into the Brotherhood’s Chicago Chapter, child of Paladin Daniel Van-Daele, and Scribe Elizabeth H. Satan. He was raised as a Brotherhood Squire, and did not get much attention from his parents, eating well; he grew to a height of 5’11 by age twelve, and began training at age fourteen, becoming an Initiate. Social life was bland/non-existent, spending most of his free time sleeping, Edwin studied the armor and weapons the brotherhood used, giving him some skill in repairing them.
Van-Daele became an Apprentice at age seventeen, and remained one until age twenty. At age twenty, Edwin proved himself by having the second best recorded accuracy in his age group, on the firing range. He was then promoted to Junior Knight. His father succumbed to mesothelioma, meaning his recon armor’s asbestos encapsulation was somehow damaged in his past. His mother reacted maturely, continuing to do her job. Van-Daele took up smoking, sad that his father died before he could do much with him, toughening his personality.
He became a Knight at age twenty-four, getting power armor training. Beginning to go on missions. Sent out on a reconnaissance mission, to investigate a nearby possible location of valuable technology, he was attacked by two raiders, getting shot from behind in the lower back with a Lee-Enfield .303, (only wearing recon armor), he managed to fight them off, using his laser rifle, he managed to return to the base before bleeding out, getting immediate medical attention, and surviving. His mother came to visit him, to his surprise. He recovered well, back on his feet before the end of the month.
He spent the next twelve years as a model Knight, likely told he is being held down for a large promotion. Because of his skill, record, and the fact that the brotherhood could not use him as well as they could in a new chapter, he was one of the honored to be chosen people, who were brought along in the squad with the young Elder-to-be Diana Anderson, heading to San Francisco, to start a chapter. (As for adding more things to why they went to San Francisco, that isn't about me, that's about the whole faction's lore, I did however add reasons on why he was picked.)
*Powers up vault boy 3000* (UofM gave me permission to start as a member of the brotherhood.)
How did you find us?
My /BOY/ PajosFTW (I didn’t actually ask him, I was just bored one day and was scrolling through the server links on some old friend’s pages and found you guys.)
What Role-play experience do you have?
I RP’d on the server Rise of Kings for a good 7 months or so before leaving due to creative differences in opinion with the server owner. I then went from there, to Wayward Realms (Another medieval RP server) and helped development for the server, before leaving there due to a boredom with the state of RP. Finally, I’m currently staffing/building on the Realms of Caeldor RP server with a few friends. I do consider myself a respectable RP’er, however, I must admit this will be my first RP server without medieval influences, but I have no doubt that I will soon get into the swing of things considering the Fallout series is the GOAT in my personal opinion. I’ve extensively read through the wikia and timeline, and I initially bought an Xbox almost entirely for Fallout 3.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
In my personal experience, I’ve seen meta-gaming that ranges from attacking a character in disguise that gave away no information that could mean he was a spy, to where I saw an RP’er create a character expressly to ‘get back’ at someone who killed a character of his. Basically, meta-gaming is taking OOC information you would have had no clue about, into the RP world for your own, or someone else’s, advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power-gaming is the concept of giving yourself every advantage and no disadvantage. Power-gaming can range from creating a character who has super strength, hearing, and listening, with his one handicap being that he is terrified of pink striped zebras, to RPing for the strict intent to win, disregarding what RP logic it may break. I think at it’s very base though, it’s simply forcing an action onto another person.
Define God-Modding in your words:
I have never heard this term myself, throughout my experience RPing, but I can assume clearly enough what it is. God-Modding is when someone simply can’t be hit, and they dodge all attacks coming there way. Basically, it’s the case when someone obviously feels a lack of control in their own life, so they try to forcibly make themselves the ‘big guy’ in every situation who always turns out on top.
**In Character** Name:
Ezekiel Tragen
Nickname: (Optional)
“Big Bear”
“E-Z”
“Eazy”
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Gruff as all hell to put it simply. Long, blonde, dark brown streaked hair with a straw like consistency on his head along with a thick, full, unkempt beard of the same color. His skin is dark tanned brown, you would barely be able to depict him as Caucasian anymore. Ezekiel’s skin would also be drawn tight and leathery, crows feet and the whole nine yards when it comes to wrinkles. While he appears startlingly old he still retains a set of pearly white teeth and a jovial facial symmetry which makes it appear as if he’s constantly smiling. He is a stocky, barrel-chested man of little more than 6 feet in height.
Personality:
Through the long life he has had, by these rough and tumble post apocalyptic standards, Ezekiel trusts very few, if any people, he meets in his travels. Estranged, to say the least, to others he meets in the area around The Great Salt Lake, he most frequently attacks first, and asks questions later. However, when he is, for whatever reason, in a large settlement he knows he won’t be attacked on sight in, he let’s down his guard and even lets loose a bit, having a fun time before going back to the struggles of the open road. To make it simple, I will just make a bulleted summarization.
- Adaptable
- Innovative
- Savvy
- Brave
- Conscientious
- Frank
- Independent
- Philosophical
- Self-disciplined
- Tough
- Aggressive
- Dogmatic
- Harsh
- Obstinate
- Truculent
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Down a dusty road leading to an old drive-in movie theater off the shore of the Great Salt Lake could be seen a man, wearing clothes nearly as soil stained as the trash he was seemingly rummaging through. After a few minutes of dumpster diving, he could be seen pocketing an odd looking gizmo before heading to a different container, a moaning noise emanating from it that could only be heard from a few feet away. Quickly digging under his leather Brahmin-skin duster upon approaching, the Scavenger un-clips his 10mm pistol while cautiously moving towards the dumpster and stopped naught but inches from it, digging yet again into a pocket within his duster, pulling out a stained looking glass bulb, fitted with a stopper down it’s pipe. Immediately after examining over the glassware’s surface, the Scavenger hooked the ominous solution into the dumpster, followed by a blood-curdling scream afterwards…*
“AAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
*…prompting the Scavenger to swing around the dumpster and up-end the rusted metal container, spilling its contents onto the cracked pavements, only to be surprised when the suspected monster was in fact a malnourished young boy, whom was then covered in the Scavengers mysterious solution.*
“P-…Pl-lease….”
The Boy pleaded, holding out his cracked and bloodied hands, in a desperate bid for his life.
*Wordlessly the Scavenger narrowed his eyes at the child, gripping him roughly by the arm and hoisting him up, only to be met by the starved youth’s screams once more…*
“Aiwwwwwwwe!”
“Shut. Up.”
The Scavenger finally croaked out, in his weathered old voice, sounding nearly as old as the dirt itself.
*…with one last look of desperation the child hastily hung his head whilst the Scavenger continued to search his pockets and clothing, not to be surprised when the child did in fact turn out a ankle collar on his leg that could only mean one thing: Slave. As the Scavengers’ eyes fell down to the device the child looked back up once more, suddenly, taking on a more defiant persona.*
“Do you kno-..Know what they do to us there? W-W..What they already did to…me?”
The Boy questioned in a stuttering, yet rapid fashion.
“Yeup”
The Scavenger responded with only a slight hesitation, no emotion to be extracted from his tone. Finally locking with the Boy’s eyes, not before spitting off to the side, the Scavenger continued.
“Now come with me…”
The Scavenger stated blankly, raising his pistol once more at the boy mid-sentence “…And no, ya’ ain’t got no choice.”
…
…
…
*After a few hours of silent travel, the two Wastelanders came to their final location, the end of their trip, The Sugar House, a Pre-war neighborhood turned Post-war Slaver camp, a place the Boy, and the Scavenger, both knew very well.*
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
“And who’ll be the impartial judge o’ that?”
The Scavenger asked the screaming Boy as he peered down at him, the glower of his gaze striking fear deep into the Boy’s soul.
“’N’ look at that, ya’ dragged out the Chokers yourself”
The Scavenger remarked blandly as Rupert Gildray, a well known Slave-boss, and an armed group piled out of the rickety Sugar House Gate.
“Well look’it thar’, E-Z done brought us ‘nother lil’ ol’ run’way!”
Rupert mocked through his yellowed and shattered teeth, chortling in the middle of his slang-ridden sentence.
“Two hundred and thirty ten millimeters. Same as the other”
The Scavenger bellowed out over the ruckus and din of the excited Slavers, startling the shifty Slave-boss easily, as was his manner.
“Yea’a… ‘course man…” Rupert responded back cautiously, digging through his pockets with his shaking hands before dumping the payment into the palm of the Scavenger, who immediately nodded, turning his back on the men, and setting a course away from the town, leaving Rupert nearly wordless before the Slave-boss turned back to his old, but now new, young charge, the Boy, the Slave, and realized he had no more reason to be nervous.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.)
The story of how Ezekiel came to be in the now desolate wasteland of Utah is a long, historical trail of events, starting back in the 19th century even. Ez’s ancestors were apart of the Mormon excursion across the nation back to the days when Salt Lake City was first established, but his family, the Targen’s, remained far from the cluster of town life, settling instead in Bear River Valley, the name of which inspired the German translated surname for his family. Living peacefully with the Shoshone people, the Targen’s integrated and eventually married into the tribe, retaining their Mormon roots, but donning a notably Native appearance, much to the dismay of the rest of their church.
During the days leading up to the Great War however, the Targen’s, still living on their old family grounds, grew ever more suspicious of the danger of nuclear conflict and opted to, unlike most ignorant families, construct and stock a fallout shelter which in the end, saved the family’s existence. Upon re-emerging out into the hell that the earth became following 20 years of subterranean living, the Targen’s, were faced with the difficulty of survival in a dangerous new world where resources were scarcer than before and even survival was an impractical option. However, like their frontiersmen ancestors, they endured and eventually acclimated to the horrors and hazards of the irradiated land.
Ez was born into the same situation as his father and his father before him: that of farmers life, trying to crave an existence into the poisoned soil. In his youth however, Ez never sought after a life of mild mannered farming and hunting, instead he took to the world and everything it offered. After leaving The Targen Ranch, Ez headed down to Salt Lake City, but instead skirted the more dangerous heart of the city, opting instead to head down the now defunct, but still traversable I-80 until he made it to New Reno around 2268 when he was 21. A full decade of grunt work later for the Wright family, and Ez was a well-known gunslinger, man-*****, and all-around degenerate, all of which came to a screeching halt when he was found to be having an affair with the well renowned daughter of the crime family’s boss.
After nearly being executed in New Reno, Ez kept roaming the Wasteland, trying to stay under the radar before making it out of the Core Region, only taking odd jobs in low-key trade companies Ez eventually made his way out of the shadow of danger New Reno presented, circling once more around Salt Lake City so as to avoid any danger and instead planting his roots back down once more at Targen Ranch, forgoing his mercenary life-style and learning the survivalist skills that would be required of him if he ever wished to leave off the land itself, leading to such innovations of his like his sea salt toothpaste he gathered from the Salt Lake, as well as some natural concoctions, all of which serve a non-lethal, but altogether useful purpose. Wishing to take his survival skills to the test, Ez has set out once more into the Utah wild, in an effort to find his true calling in the Wastes, to seek some meaning in what some may see as an altogether meaningless life.
Power up, Vault-boy 3000
Oh, and I know I won't come onto the server being "The strongest and baddest", so if you get that vibe from anything in the application, just know that I know better than that
HELLO! I am Gdp203 / PP_Johnson and I am here to address the app you have presented.
First off, good definitions! You show yourself as an RPer! BUT! Lets look at the rest!
Hmm, his character profile is. . . good. . . I say good descriptions but SNOOP DOGGY DOG AND DRE DISAPPROVE OF THE NAME. . . Playa *shakes his head as he switches to his normal self* I kid. . . I like the color this character has.
Overall this seem acceptable. . . welcome to the club!
-SoOF, yo.-
**Out of Character**
IGN: TheDevilsPoet
Age: 16
How did you find us? Bloody Magic.
What Roleplay experience do you have? SoOF, VaultRP, Akavir, etc.Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information ICDefine Power-gaming in your words: To force an action on another player. Like if Bob says, "*Shoots at Jimmy, hitting him in the heart and killing him*"
Define God-Modding in your words: To do something God-like. Why be a God when you can be a Deathclaw?
**In Character**
Name: Dr. Jim Wulfe
Nickname: Jimmy
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: A pair of thick-rimmed glasses rest on his slightly crooked nose, scratches on the lenses. His eyes, a deep blue, sit warily behind the glasses. Tousled, sand-colored hair is on his head, obviously unkempt. His jaw is stiff, a small scar going across the chin and up to the bottom lip, stopping there. He wears an old lab coat, worn from the ages. It looks as if something was torn from the shoulders. Under it he wears a simple gray shirt, and a pair of brown slacks. On his feet he wears a pair of normal shoes.
Personality: A smartass at heart, Jim is usually quick to annoy, and dislikes stupid people. He's not good with a gun, so he relies on his skills with medicine and science, instead of his skills with a gun and aim. Usually, though, he's in a good mood and will help people, if they don't annoy him. Jim is also a drinker, when he has the time. His most prized possessions are his glasses, and a switchblade he carries with him, in case he DOES get in a fight. He is usually fearless, after having many brushes with death while traversing the Divide. He's a quick thinker, and a quick eye.
In-game RP example: Jim walks a path to a city. Behind him, he hears the rumble of wheels and the smell of Brahim. He looks back to see a caravan tumbling down the road, slowing down to greet him. Jim pats his side, checking his caps. "Dam.n. Only 126 caps left. Wonder what I'll get." He stands to the side of the dusty path, waiting for the Caravan to come up. It stops, and he peers inside the inside of the shabby tent-like creation. It is dark, and he sees nothing. What he does, though, is hear the click of a weapon. Jim is alarmed, but does nothing. He waits, only asking, "Hey, any of you ass-hats in here?" He snorts after he says it. Out of the darkness a raider pops out, a rifle aimed at Jim's head. Jim grunts, and looks up at the barrel. In the darkness of the short barrel, seeing a barrel loaded in. "What the fu.ck do you want?" He says, looking past the barrel up at the raider. He grins, showing his missing teeth and black gums. "Whatever ye got that's worth takin, ya stupid fu.ck! Now give me everything before me and m' buddies back here blow yer brains out!" The raider says, shuffling the barrel. "Well, what do you think I fuc.king have? 20 weapons and a million caps? I don't even have a damn pack with me, dumbass." Jim bites back, spitting towards the raider, and misses. While the raiders looks at Jim, he looks back, one of his friends saying something to him. A patrol of some sorts is coming down the road. It looks far off, but still seeable. While the raiders bicker back and forth, Jim withdraws his switchblade, bringing the blade out and hiding it under his coat. The raider comes back, his rifle still aimed at Jim "Well you gots to have some caps, smart ass!" He throws back. "Alright, alright, let me get out what caps I have." Jim replies, bending sideways, withdrawing a frag grenade he picked up while in his last city. He takes off the pin, and puts it in the deep sack, his 126 caps shuffling over it. He turns back to the raider, and tosses the sack at the raider. "Enjoy" he says, before counting to two, and running. The raider, counting the caps, shouts hey upon finding the frag grenade. He shouts something to Jim, before being engulfed in an explosion. Jim is thrown back from the blast, but gets up. He checks his wounds, a few scratches, and gash on his leg, probably from a piece of shrapnel. He brushes himself off, and waves to the coming patrol, closer by now. He walks over, and several service rifles are aimed at him. The patrol, an NCR one, is suspicious, having seen the explosion. Jim rolls his eyes, and begins trying to talk his way out of this one aswell.
Background: Jim was born in Shady Sands, his father an NCR Lieutenant. Jim always enjoyed the medical field, having been with his father several times on trips in the NCR facilities. He liked their power, how they could control whether people live or die. During the little schooling he was able to obtain, he followed the pursuit of Science. In his child-hood, because of this, he was always picked on by the other kids for not wanting to poke the rad-roach, or learn how to use a gun, which of course he did. How else would anyone survive in the wastes? Even at a young age, Jim had a thirst for knowledge. This thirst was not quenched, and still isn't. As he got older, and the other kids started getting jobs, enlisting, so on, so on, Jim still learned. His father, knowing that Jim's calling was in the Science field, didn't hold him back. Everyday, his father would try to get pre-war science books from the scientists working for the NCR. All while this happens, Jim's mother, a beautiful emerald of the wastes, worked for a local General Store. While his mother worked there, when she would find a science book, she would ask the owner to keep it, who would usually say yes. This way, Jim learned as much as he could, and, when he was around 18, he landed a job in the NCR as a nuclear-physicist. Eventually, his mother died from radiation poisoning due to all the radiation she handled while working at the general store. For a while, Jim mourned her death, taking a vacation from his job. His father retired, not being able to handle the stress, and was found a few days later with his brains on the floor of his room. Jim had more problems after this, and, after coming back to his job, left Shady Sands, only carrying his clothes, a few books, caps, and a switchblade engraved with the words, "In God We Honor", his father's old knife. Jim wandered the west coast for a while, doing odd jobs as a doctor and other things. Jim learned about the wastes during the time he wandered. By the time he came back to Shady Sands, it was a new place. By this time, he was about 23. He picked up a job as a doctor in the NCR, but it just wasn't the same. He was Medically Discharged after having nightmares night after night of his father and mother. The NCR said he had insomnia, and saw it as a danger to his patients if he was constantly tired. He was discharged at 25. Jim heard rumors in the Barracks about Utah, a place free of ternary. He left Shady Sands, but before leaving, stopped in front of his older house, seeing a new family of a loving wife and father, and their young son, finding some of Jim's left behind toys and books. He smiled, and moved on, the long journey to Utah awaiting him.*Jim finds an old Pip-Boy 3000, but it doesn't power up. After some tinkering, he gives up, throwing it against a wall. It smashes, but a light comes on, and he sees the Vault-Boy pop up on the screen, the pip-boy powering up.*
-SoOF, yo.-
**Out of Character** IGN: TheDevilsPoet Age: 16 How did you find us? Bloody Magic. What Roleplay experience do you have? SoOF, VaultRP, Akavir, etc.Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information ICDefine Power-gaming in your words: To force an action on another player. Like if Bob says, "*Shoots at Jimmy, hitting him in the heart and killing him*" Define God-Modding in your words: To do something God-like. Why be a God when you can be a Deathclaw? **In Character** Name: Dr. Jim Wulfe Nickname: Jimmy Age: 25 Gender: Male Appearance: A pair of thick-rimmed glasses rest on his slightly crooked nose, scratches on the lenses. His eyes, a deep blue, sit warily behind the glasses. Tousled, sand-colored hair is on his head, obviously unkempt. His jaw is stiff, a small scar going across the chin and up to the bottom lip, stopping there. He wears an old lab coat, worn from the ages. It looks as if something was torn from the shoulders. Under it he wears a simple gray shirt, and a pair of brown slacks. On his feet he wears a pair of normal shoes. Personality: A smartass at heart, Jim is usually quick to annoy, and dislikes stupid people. He's not good with a gun, so he relies on his skills with medicine and science, instead of his skills with a gun and aim. Usually, though, he's in a good mood and will help people, if they don't annoy him. Jim is also a drinker, when he has the time. His most prized possessions are his glasses, and a switchblade he carries with him, in case he DOES get in a fight. He is usually fearless, after having many brushes with death while traversing the Divide. He's a quick thinker, and a quick eye. In-game RP example: Jim walks a path to a city. Behind him, he hears the rumble of wheels and the smell of Brahim. He looks back to see a caravan tumbling down the road, slowing down to greet him. Jim pats his side, checking his caps. "Dam.n. Only 126 caps left. Wonder what I'll get." He stands to the side of the dusty path, waiting for the Caravan to come up. It stops, and he peers inside the inside of the shabby tent-like creation. It is dark, and he sees nothing. What he does, though, is hear the click of a weapon. Jim is alarmed, but does nothing. He waits, only asking, "Hey, any of you ass-hats in here?" He snorts after he says it. Out of the darkness a raider pops out, a rifle aimed at Jim's head. Jim grunts, and looks up at the barrel. In the darkness of the short barrel, seeing a barrel loaded in. "What the fu.ck do you want?" He says, looking past the barrel up at the raider. He grins, showing his missing teeth and black gums. "Whatever ye got that's worth takin, ya stupid fu.ck! Now give me everything before me and m' buddies back here blow yer brains out!" The raider says, shuffling the barrel. "Well, what do you think I fuc.king have? 20 weapons and a million caps? I don't even have a damn pack with me, dumbass." Jim bites back, spitting towards the raider, and misses. While the raiders looks at Jim, he looks back, one of his friends saying something to him. A patrol of some sorts is coming down the road. It looks far off, but still seeable. While the raiders bicker back and forth, Jim withdraws his switchblade, bringing the blade out and hiding it under his coat. The raider comes back, his rifle still aimed at Jim "Well you gots to have some caps, smart ass!" He throws back. "Alright, alright, let me get out what caps I have." Jim replies, bending sideways, withdrawing a frag grenade he picked up while in his last city. He takes off the pin, and puts it in the deep sack, his 126 caps shuffling over it. He turns back to the raider, and tosses the sack at the raider. "Enjoy" he says, before counting to two, and running. The raider, counting the caps, shouts hey upon finding the frag grenade. He shouts something to Jim, before being engulfed in an explosion. Jim is thrown back from the blast, but gets up. He checks his wounds, a few scratches, and gash on his leg, probably from a piece of shrapnel. He brushes himself off, and waves to the coming patrol, closer by now. He walks over, and several service rifles are aimed at him. The patrol, an NCR one, is suspicious, having seen the explosion. Jim rolls his eyes, and begins trying to talk his way out of this one aswell. Background: Jim was born in Shady Sands, his father an NCR Lieutenant. Jim always enjoyed the medical field, having been with his father several times on trips in the NCR facilities. He liked their power, how they could control whether people live or die. During the little schooling he was able to obtain, he followed the pursuit of Science. In his child-hood, because of this, he was always picked on by the other kids for not wanting to poke the rad-roach, or learn how to use a gun, which of course he did. How else would anyone survive in the wastes? Even at a young age, Jim had a thirst for knowledge. This thirst was not quenched, and still isn't. As he got older, and the other kids started getting jobs, enlisting, so on, so on, Jim still learned. His father, knowing that Jim's calling was in the Science field, didn't hold him back. Everyday, his father would try to get pre-war science books from the scientists working for the NCR. All while this happens, Jim's mother, a beautiful emerald of the wastes, worked for a local General Store. While his mother worked there, when she would find a science book, she would ask the owner to keep it, who would usually say yes. This way, Jim learned as much as he could, and, when he was around 18, he landed a job in the NCR as a nuclear-physicist. Eventually, his mother died from radiation poisoning due to all the radiation she handled while working at the general store. For a while, Jim mourned her death, taking a vacation from his job. His father retired, not being able to handle the stress, and was found a few days later with his brains on the floor of his room. Jim had more problems after this, and, after coming back to his job, left Shady Sands, only carrying his clothes, a few books, caps, and a switchblade engraved with the words, "In God We Honor", his father's old knife. Jim wandered the west coast for a while, doing odd jobs as a doctor and other things. Jim learned about the wastes during the time he wandered. By the time he came back to Shady Sands, it was a new place. By this time, he was about 23. He picked up a job as a doctor in the NCR, but it just wasn't the same. He was Medically Discharged after having nightmares night after night of his father and mother. The NCR said he had insomnia, and saw it as a danger to his patients if he was constantly tired. He was discharged at 25. Jim heard rumors in the Barracks about Utah, a place free of ternary. He left Shady Sands, but before leaving, stopped in front of his older house, seeing a new family of a loving wife and father, and their young son, finding some of Jim's left behind toys and books. He smiled, and moved on, the long journey to Utah awaiting him.*Jim finds an old Pip-Boy 3000, but it doesn't power up. After some tinkering, he gives up, throwing it against a wall. It smashes, but a light comes on, and he sees the Vault-Boy pop up on the screen, the pip-boy powering up.*
Hello Devil, tis I, the GDP203 MACHINE! Ehem. . . well. . . time for me to review this app because you begged that I do so. . . SO! LET US BEGIN!
- Your font is kinda hurting my eyes, but I can POSSIBLY let that slide. . .
- Where is your Meta Gaming definition? I can't seem to see it. . . your PG definition can also use expansion. . .
+ Appearance seems fair
+Decent description of personality
- Oh my, the Backstory. . . okay let me tell you some things that need fixing. First off, it could use ALOT more detail and maybe events, try to go in-depth with certain events that changed him, describe how he became the way he is and what not, that sort of stuff. . . also. . . Nuclear Physicist? Hmmmmm and an NCR Lt. for a dad? Mother dying of radiation in. . . a General Store? I am not saying this is bad. . . but some things seem to good to be true, especially his life and some things he did, like an "almost" danger free life. He also becomes a doctor? Okay. . . that is a bit to far, unless he was trained, they would have asked for a doctor who studied in the medical field and what not. . . some things can be. . . fixed up if you know what I am saying.
I am sorry, but you need to do some more work on this app. Until the fixes are made. . . you are. . .
How did you find us? I’ve been affiliated with Akavir for a long while, ‘was also on SooF.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I’ve been RPing on servers for years now, and I also have an abundant amount of staff experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when one learns something IRL/OOCly and changes their character’s actions, personality, or location around this information that their character doesn’t know, but the player does. Meta gaming is not telling somebody something OOCly about something IC, using that information that you learn OOCly to alter your character however is.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming can be recognized as simply not attempting to do something, forcing the fate of another character, roleplaying like you are fighting a punching bag. *he trips his assailant, then punches him two times in the face before running away*. Simply being overpowered; *hacks computer at first attempt, gets all information on computer*
Define God-Modding in your words: (To me, this has always been an aspect of Power-Gaming, definitions may be mixed) God-modding can be recognized as being completely unrealistic, or overpowered, simply being illogical. *jumps off the skyscraper, and lands on the grass; the grass breaks his fall.* *runs up the wall, then jumps over the angry crowd and escapes*
**In Character** Name: Edwin Satan Van-Daele
Nickname: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1 in height, muscly (a soldier’s body), greying hair, signs of aging on his face, fern green eyes, short cut hair, heavy stubble on his face. Battle wounds are spread across his body, scars and bullet wounds from him traveling to San Francisco
Personality: Edwin is a calm man, usually keeping to himself. A warrior, his personality most likely will determine on his future, not his past, intelligent, he knows how to use all kinds of weapons. Despite his loyalty, he does not live to serve, on his free time he relaxes, or enjoys tobacco; he’s smart enough not to die for his ego. He is a tough, and not easily broken. He doesn’t often panic, when others would.
In-game RP example:
Deserts of Nevada, a pack brahmin strolls down the road, the trader guarded by two mercenaries.
-Two raiders come out from rocks on the right and left side of the road, aiming guns at the caravan
-the mercenaries aim their assault rifles back.-*
The raider to the right twitching, aiming a pistol at the group* he says “Come on, you know the drill, give us your stuff, and we’ll let you run off.”
The trader looks between the mercenaries and raiders, his hands up, “Here, let me get the stuff, don’t shoot each other.” *Turning around, walking to the brahmin.*
“That won’t be necessary, get to cover.” Says one of the mercenaries.
The trader halted, tensions increased as the trader looked over to the raiders
-the mercenary gritted his teeth, and held the rifle tight.
-The trader hid behind the brahmin, as he heard the bullets fly, the brahmin falling on him as it is killed by a stray bullet.
-The trader pushing the brahmin off of him, a minute after the firing stops, looking around as the dust clears, he saw the dead mercenaries to his side, ahead a raider in the middle of the road, bleeding out from a bullet wound to his stomach.
-The trader walking over, slowly, looking down to meet the man’s eyes.
-The raider raised his pistol, shooting a bullet at the trader's head.
-The trader is shot in the forehead, killed instantly, falling back.
-The raider died slowly, bleeding out, surrounded by death.
Background:(Lacking compared to my other character’s backstories, as his past was somewhat simple)
Edwin Van-Daele was born into the Brotherhood’s Chicago Chapter, child of Paladin Daniel Van-Daele, and Scribe Elizabeth H. Satan. He was raised as a Brotherhood Squire, and did not get much attention from his parents, eating well; he grew to a height of 5’11 by age twelve, and began training at age fourteen, becoming an Initiate. Social life was bland/non-existent, spending most of his free time sleeping, Edwin studied the armor and weapons the brotherhood used, giving him some skill in repairing them.
Van-Daele became an Apprentice at age seventeen, and remained one until age twenty. At age twenty, Edwin proved himself by having the second best recorded accuracy in his age group, on the firing range. He was then promoted to Junior Knight. His father succumbed to mesothelioma, meaning his recon armor’s asbestos encapsulation was somehow damaged in his past. His mother reacted maturely, continuing to do her job. Van-Daele took up smoking, sad that his father died before he could do much with him, toughening his personality.
He became a Knight at age twenty-four, getting power armor training. Beginning to go on missions. Sent out on a reconnaissance mission, to investigate a nearby possible location of valuable technology, he was attacked by two raiders, getting shot from behind in the lower back with a Lee-Enfield .303, (only wearing recon armor), he managed to fight them off, using his laser rifle, he managed to return to the base before bleeding out, getting immediate medical attention, and surviving. His mother came to visit him, to his surprise. He recovered well, back on his feet before the end of the month.
He spent the next twelve years as a model Knight, likely told he is being held down for a large promotion. Because of his skill, record, and the fact that the brotherhood could not use him as well as they could in a new chapter, he was one of the honored to be chosen people, who were brought along in the squad with the young Elder-to-be Diana Anderson, heading to San Francisco, to start a chapter. (As for adding more things to why they went to San Francisco, that isn't about me, that's about the whole faction's lore, I did however add reasons on why he was picked.)
*Powers up vault boy 3000* (UofM gave me permission to start as a member of the brotherhood.)
Hello! I am Gdp203 and I am here to see that app! Lets begin!
+ Definitions are all in order and all good, nice work. . . however the MG def seems mixed but I can slip that by.
- Appearance can use a lot more words than just a picture. I know one picture is worth 1,000 words, but here I like to see words to add onto that 1,000 words. . . please get to the nitty gritty of this if you can, try describing any scars he might have, any noticeable body features, stuff like that matters.
= Personality is good, but try to add quirks or negative things about him. Does he have a mental disability? Is he somewhat of a jerk? Ya know, things that people may hate about him, that does help!
- Would be nice if you expand the RP example to atleast abit more lines. Try to describe the surroundings abit more too, that can add words. I also want to see your character involved, as that is what we are looking for, how the character acts around a situation and what not.
- Backstory could use alot more meat to it. Go to the limit or atleast be descriptive. It would help if the story stated things like how his dad died, what his parents were like, and so forth. Don’t just put events in short summaries, that doesn’t cut it. I also question the last paragraph, why is that the only important event?
Well, something tells me this apps backstory and such needs some work, so sadly I have to give it the. . .
**Out of Character**
IGN: benster56
Age: 17
How did you find us? Minecraft Forums
What Roleplay experience do you have? Quite a bit. This is a new account, btu I have rp'ed on other accounts and have Rp'ed out of Minecraft.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Gaining knowledge OOC. Not telling someone something OOC'ly in In Character kinda terms. I guess.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Getting the most out of a game. Being very serious about it- in a sense.
Define God-Modding in your words: When a characters can do everything. Generally not cool.
Did you join our website? No, but I plan to after typing this.
**In Character**
Name: Gary Frillum
Nickname: (Optional) Gary.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, relatively lean, grizzly unkept beard and hazel eyes. Emotional scars in his eyes.
Personality: Witty, and selfless. Very loyal when it is earned. he's a bit impulsive and holds on to things too long. This is a bad weakness especially in these times.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) "I ain't leavin' without ya, Meg." His sister looked pitiful, despite her being the one hanging over the edge of a cliff. "Aw, Gary, you know you'll be okay w'out me." Gary's eyes grow wide and he increases his grip on her hand. "Meh you can't think like that! Just g-get a foothold or somethin'! C'mon!" But Meg had come to terms with he inevitable death- and she loosened her grip. "Goodbye, Gary. Take care of Flinn." Gary's face grew twisted as Meg fell, face straight and undisturbed. "NO!" Meg's last words she ever heard were "NO!", and Gary regretted every second of it.
Sorry for it being a bit cliche. It was a short notice. Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.)Gary was born in California, right before this whole mess started. He has a sister Meg, and a mom- Layla. As a child, Gary was fairly average to most. He has good grades, played sports, had friends, enemies and such. But as the world delved deeper and deeper into chaos, Gary found his ordinary life showing it's true colors. His mom was one of the first to die on the West coast, and Utah appeared to be a safe® haven to him and Meg. As they traveled across Nevada, they had some bad run ins in which they sharpened their fighting skills(and their Southern accents.) Meg didn't want to go on, but Gary pushed her, insisting Utah would bring peace to them after Mom's passing. Meg's spirit was brought up by a small yet relatively healthy stray, Flinn, that they found while crossing the border. After Meg died (As seen above in dialogue), Gary grew cold and learned that the only way to stay alive was to make sure he kept other's out of his way. yet he kept his trait of selflessness and loyalty- to those who earned it. Gary arrived in Utah soon after Meg's death. And he looks for ways to keep up with the ever changing world.
How did you find us?I typed in Fallout and boom i found you guys, i have been looking for a good Fallout server for awhile.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I play roleplay games 24/7 in Minecraft and outside of minecraft in other games. If you would like some proof i can send you a link to a current non-minecraft roleplay game i am in.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Pretty much using knowledge that i have not yet obtained.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Getting everything you possibly can out of a game and when you do get everything out of it keep on trying to get more.
Define God-Modding in your words: Using mods and glitches or other means to make yourself have a very unfair advantage over other players. Such as spawning weapons, health hacks etc.
Did you join our website? Yes I had signed up quite awhile ago under another email address but i just resigned up with my new main email.
**In Character**
Name:Protector Hardin
Nickname: Protector
Age: 22Gender: Male
Appearance: About 5'7, with short blonde hair even though you cannot see the hair through the bandana and ski mask he wears. He wears damaged clothes that have several bullet holes in them showing that he has been around his share of fire fights.
Personality: A funny and loving person who is always willing to trade and help others. However when anyone threatens people he cares about he will go berserk killing anything that he sees as a threat. He also has a severe case of Anger issues and tends to get drunk after a long scavenging mission usually leading to several black eyes.
In-game RP example:
Inside of Salt Lake City Trade Post
Midnight
Protector Hardin: Hello Joshua i have the items you requested
Joshua: You do? Excellent put them on the table and i will get your purchase wrapped up in no time.
*Joshua puts a 9mm Handgun on the table with 4 clips of ammunition as well as several cans of food.
Joshua: Hardin... I have been meaning to ask you... i mean these trips are mighty dangerous. Hell! Last time you got jumped by a group of raiders barely came back alive! Don't you think you could settle down? I could always use someone helping me run the shop?
Protector Hardin: Thank you for your concern but I belong out in the wastes, i bring danger wherever i go. My old gang still hunts me down to this day. All settling down would do is bring more pain and suffering to the people of this city.
Joshua: Well.... *Coughs* in that case i have a new job for you! *Laughs* heard about a place called Ogden?
Protector Hardin: I have heard of it? Outside of Salt Lake City correct?
Joshua: Indeed, you see on the outskirts is Hills Airforce Base it has been mostly looted but i believe the missile silos are still untouched could you possibly get inside and check for any useful items?
Protector Hardin: And the pay? I can supply you with more food and bottle caps than you would ever need that is if you find anything of value.
Protector Hardin: I will be back in a week.
(Sorry if this is rather short it is late where i am at but cannot wait until tomorrow to post this because i am so exited about the possibility of being accepted)
Background: Born and raised in Utah, Farr West City (my real home town) his parents were low life jet addicts who constantly traded everything they found to dealers. Eventually they ended up selling Hardin for a single needle of jet. Hardin found himself in Salt Lake City, what use to be the center of Holiness was now a run down town of adultery. He learned his way around a knife and a gun and quickly began working as a hired mercenary eventually landing him a job as a small towns Sheriff. It was a nice life, 19 years old and in charge of a town, free food and water and even the most beautiful ladies in the town. However after one day of heavy drinking he awoke in his house only to see bodies scattered around the bar. It turns out that a raider band came through while he was passed out and he couldn't even get up to help all of the scared citizens. After the raid he went into a deep depression eventually working as a scavenger for a man named Joshua in Salt Lake City. Looting whatever Joshua needs and in return he gets a proper living quarters and food and water.
how did you find us? I have being looking for a fallout game ever since I got and finished fallout new Vegas
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played skyrim elder scrolls, fallout 1, fallout 3 and fallout new vegas,
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using stuff you already know to give you an advantage in-game
Define Power-gaming in your words: using people or forcing people to improve yourself (cheating, picking on the little guy)
Define God-Modding in your words: making your character unstoppable
**In Character**
Name: Marcus O’Donall
Nickname: Rockmerc
Age: 34
Gender: male
Appearance: leather armour, rough hair, brunette, scare on right eye, broken nose, leather gloves, broken watch, knife and pistol strap on right hip, goggles, leather military boots, AK-47 slung over back and a piece of stone lodged on the right side of his face. 5’6, heavily built, blue eyes, thick heavy beard, lots of scares and bullet holes.
Personality: harsh, always on-edge, suspicious and loyal
In-game RP example: Marcus O’Donall in a bar “huh, you bone head pass me a drink” Bartender slides the drink down to Marcus, Marcus missed it and the glass smashs onto the floor. “you washed out, old, lickel, ******* ill get you for that”
Bartender “now Marcus ill do you another” Option 1: “ill kill” (draw weapon) Option 2: “fine do me another but don’t, think ill pay for that one”
Going of option 2 Bartender “ok, whatever you say” “hay, lass how are you today”
Lass “get away from me, you smell like and look like the rear end of a Brahmin”
“what! Errr, why carn’t I get a lass these days?”
Lass “because your mean and look ugly”.
Background: marcus O’Donall escaped the homemade vault barely, his parents along with every else in the vault had been turned into feral ghouls, marcus had survived the radiation that had been leaking into the vault by hiding with his parents in the overseers fail safe room along with 7 other people. When marcus turned 16 he started to notice his parents scratch the walls until their nails started to bleed when he approached them, they screamed at him and started to run towards him. Marcus grabbed a 10mm pistol (give to his dad by his uncle Jeff 3 years ago) and opened fire on his parents, he killed them, Marcus sunk to his knees and started to cry. Marcus best friend Tom Bartmen heard the screams and rushed in and started to comfort Marcus. 12 days later Tom and Marcus left the vault with whatever equipment they could scavenge, (most of it junk, but they did get; 10mm pistol, 12,7mm submachine gun, combat knife and a lot of meds and food supplies), they quickly found a settlement and sold their junk for a lot of caps. The caps lasted them till they where 21 years old, tom and Marcus with their last remaining caps bought some ammo and became mercs, they travelled everywhere increasing their fame, the caps kept flowing in so they kept being mercs, their journey led them to San Francisco where they had got a radio call where a very wealthy man was willing to pay big for armed body guards. It turned out to be a trap, raiders jumped out and ambushed tom and Marcus a brutal shoot out happened, Marcus and tom won but tom was mortally wounded and didn’t survive the night. When Marcus turned up in town and claimed that he had killed the raider gang, the people their started calling him the Rockmerc. Marcus didn’t know why until he looked in the rented rooms mirror and notice that he had cuts, bullet holes and shrapnel all over his body, but the thing that caught his eye was the bit of stone lodged in his face above his right eye.
Why us?: i played on akavir and I feel like getting back into fallout
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) role playing is taking on the personality of your character and living their life doing things the way they would.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta-gaming would be using information you heard say on global or the forum and using it ic even if your character does not know this.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is forcing an action apon another player such as "stabs his chest" it should be "stabs at chest" leaving the other player a chance to react
Appearance: he is a rather short man only being 5,8. he has a buzz cut with a five o'clock shadow. he always has these tired looking eyes, that gives cold stares. usually has a jacket with a pocket for his flask and he leaves open enough to show off any gun he has. usually doesn't smile
Personality: Conner is usually never in a good mood. he usually only cares a bout himself. he complains about having no money but he has a gambling and drinking problem so it's no mystery where it goes. he seems to be trying to forget some thing and just buries that behinde his problems and his angry and hostile attitude
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Conner is sitting down a bar in some casino on the vegas strip smoking a cigare and mixing up some dice's in his other hand.*he looks over at a man eyeing him at the other end of the bar* *he gives his cigare one last puff and put's it down in an ash tray* Conner: Hey! what are you looking at? The man: you owe me some money Conner! * Conner moves closer* Ah damn the loan shark. *the loan shark stands up and cracks his knukles* Conner:I ain't got your money! *he reaches for a beer bottle but before he could grab it a man from behinde grabs his arm* * Conner looks behinde him* .. *the loan shark closer now .goes to punch Conner in the face* *Conner turns his head and takes the punch to the side of his face and falls to the ground* conner: ughh! damn bastards... I'll get you the money! Loan shark: you better! it will be worst next time.. *the loan shark goes and takes a beer bottle and trys to smash it over Conner's head* *Conner still in a daze takes it and is knocked out*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) growing up Conner never really was a good kid. Always picking fights with anyone that bothered him, his father didn’t seem to care about him all that much. Anytime Conner would annoy him he would just hit Conner across the face and tell him to leave. Is mother was long gone so he really had no one to take care of him. He would spend a lot of time in freeside. He had made a few friends there. They had got him into smoking and acting all tough. He lived like a thug and it didn’t seem to bother him. It soon got all to his head. Thinking he was it and when he returned home with that attitude his father was drunk and got up in Connors face. Not having any of it Conner pushed his father down. He was furious they got into a huge fist fight, and ended with Conner strangling his father to death. Not sure of what he had just done. He just sat down in his father’s chair, and starting to drink from the flask that was on it. He sat there for hours before he had the strength to go bury the old man and get back to his life, Which didn’t get better from there
Now Conner still lives around the New Vegas area, in his old house that he took from his father. Never really had a job just did odd jobs around the area just enough to fuel his problems. Instead of using his money to aid his family he would take his payments into new Vegas. And usually would never return with it. Hitting up all the popular casinos, He had made a name for himself. Not a good one. He had 0 luck, he would never win. He would save just enough to buy a drink and some smokes. One night after losing most of his money he went into a rage saying the game was rigged. Saying they just stole all his money. a man over heard this and a approached him with a bag of caps. The man told him to take it and keep playing. Conner of course took it and blew all of that. He never thought anything of it and just returned home drunk and mad. The next time he went out that same man approached him asking him where all the money he gave him went.Conner told him he lost it all and to screw off. But he was approached by more men and the loan shark that had giving him the money pull out a knife and threatened him. He had to repay them double what he had used. He owed them 5 thousand caps. Weeks passed by and he couldn’t make the money to repay them and the threats began to become more often and more deadly he thought of going to the NCR for help. But they would never help a drunk like him so he had to handle this himself. One night when Conner was returning home, He saw a flame and smoke. He started to run and when it came into view. His house was being burned to the ground. He ran to it and heard screams. His wife and child were trapped inside the blazing house. He started to kick the door but it was no use. it was stuck. A voice came from behind him. Are you willing to pay us now Mr. Hawke? The loan shark had burned his house and his family. He gave them what he had at that moment which was not nearly enough. A couple of days after his house had burned. He searched the ruins. He Found his scorched flask, he took it and left the Vegas areas. Just trying to get away from it all.
He picked a direction and started to walk that way. that direction happen to be toward Utah the closer he got the more stories he heard of Salt Lake City so he said he would start a new in this city. Along the way he ran out of supplies and he didn’t have the caps to buy anything. So one night he came upon a camp site there was a sleeping merchant and he was un guarded. In an act to survive he cut the merchants throat while he was sleeping and took all the supplies he could carry. Not bothered by what he had done he found a new way to make money. And decided maybe he could make a living this way. And that’s how he would start in Salt lake city Powers up vault boy 300
**Out of Character**
IGN: benster56
Age: 17
How did you find us? Minecraft Forums
What Roleplay experience do you have? Quite a bit. This is a new account, btu I have rp'ed on other accounts and have Rp'ed out of Minecraft.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Gaining knowledge OOC. Not telling someone something OOC'ly in In Character kinda terms. I guess.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Getting the most out of a game. Being very serious about it- in a sense.
Define God-Modding in your words: When a characters can do everything. Generally not cool.
Did you join our website? No, but I plan to after typing this.
**In Character**
Name: Gary Frillum
Nickname: (Optional) Gary.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, relatively lean, grizzly unkept beard and hazel eyes. Emotional scars in his eyes.
Personality: Witty, and selfless. Very loyal when it is earned. he's a bit impulsive and holds on to things too long. This is a bad weakness especially in these times.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) "I ain't leavin' without ya, Meg." His sister looked pitiful, despite her being the one hanging over the edge of a cliff. "Aw, Gary, you know you'll be okay w'out me." Gary's eyes grow wide and he increases his grip on her hand. "Meh you can't think like that! Just g-get a foothold or somethin'! C'mon!" But Meg had come to terms with he inevitable death- and she loosened her grip. "Goodbye, Gary. Take care of Flinn." Gary's face grew twisted as Meg fell, face straight and undisturbed. "NO!" Meg's last words she ever heard were "NO!", and Gary regretted every second of it.
Sorry for it being a bit cliche. It was a short notice. Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.)Gary was born in California, right before this whole mess started. He has a sister Meg, and a mom- Layla. As a child, Gary was fairly average to most. He has good grades, played sports, had friends, enemies and such. But as the world delved deeper and deeper into chaos, Gary found his ordinary life showing it's true colors. His mom was one of the first to die on the West coast, and Utah appeared to be a safe® haven to him and Meg. As they traveled across Nevada, they had some bad run ins in which they sharpened their fighting skills(and their Southern accents.) Meg didn't want to go on, but Gary pushed her, insisting Utah would bring peace to them after Mom's passing. Meg's spirit was brought up by a small yet relatively healthy stray, Flinn, that they found while crossing the border. After Meg died (As seen above in dialogue), Gary grew cold and learned that the only way to stay alive was to make sure he kept other's out of his way. yet he kept his trait of selflessness and loyalty- to those who earned it. Gary arrived in Utah soon after Meg's death. And he looks for ways to keep up with the ever changing world.
Eyy, PhD here lets get reviewing this here application.
-Meta gaming. I thought you had it, until the second part. It is more so gaining information from OOC and using it IC
-Powergaming. This isn't exactly what we're looking for. Look in the rules section for the definition we use.
-Appearance. I am going to need more information with this. Is he tall or short, skinny, strong or fat? What is he wearing? What is his hair like?
-Personality. This could use some more meat to it. Remember this is the wasteland, I would use traits that fit in with it.
-RP example. This seems a bit too clustered and more like a story. Look at what some other people did for RP examples, it should be more like it is In Game. It should also include much more actions. I would suggest you make it in some sort of fight sequence.
-Backstory. I suggest rewriting this. It seems like it doesn't fit into a Fallout server. If he was born before the Great War started, he would be over 200 years old. There aren't any grades anymore (Except for them Vault Dwellers) nor where there sports. How was his mom one of the first to die? A nuclear bomb went off, I am pretty sure a lot more died. Travelling that far would be almost impossible, you would have to deal with raiders and the like. The Background needs to also be longer. I suggest completely rewriting this background to make it fit into the Fallout universe.
-Rules. I suggest looking over them, you seem to be missing something.
Until these are fixed, I am going to have to label this application as....
How did you find us?I typed in Fallout and boom i found you guys, i have been looking for a good Fallout server for awhile.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I play roleplay games 24/7 in Minecraft and outside of minecraft in other games. If you would like some proof i can send you a link to a current non-minecraft roleplay game i am in.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Pretty much using knowledge that i have not yet obtained.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Getting everything you possibly can out of a game and when you do get everything out of it keep on trying to get more.
Define God-Modding in your words: Using mods and glitches or other means to make yourself have a very unfair advantage over other players. Such as spawning weapons, health hacks etc.
Did you join our website? Yes I had signed up quite awhile ago under another email address but i just resigned up with my new main email.
**In Character**
Name:Protector Hardin
Nickname: Protector
Age: 22Gender: Male
Appearance: About 5'7, with short blonde hair even though you cannot see the hair through the bandana and ski mask he wears. He wears damaged clothes that have several bullet holes in them showing that he has been around his share of fire fights.
Personality: A funny and loving person who is always willing to trade and help others. However when anyone threatens people he cares about he will go berserk killing anything that he sees as a threat. He also has a severe case of Anger issues and tends to get drunk after a long scavenging mission usually leading to several black eyes.
In-game RP example:
Inside of Salt Lake City Trade Post
Midnight
Protector Hardin: Hello Joshua i have the items you requested
Joshua: You do? Excellent put them on the table and i will get your purchase wrapped up in no time.
*Joshua puts a 9mm Handgun on the table with 4 clips of ammunition as well as several cans of food.
Joshua: Hardin... I have been meaning to ask you... i mean these trips are mighty dangerous. Hell! Last time you got jumped by a group of raiders barely came back alive! Don't you think you could settle down? I could always use someone helping me run the shop?
Protector Hardin: Thank you for your concern but I belong out in the wastes, i bring danger wherever i go. My old gang still hunts me down to this day. All settling down would do is bring more pain and suffering to the people of this city.
Joshua: Well.... *Coughs* in that case i have a new job for you! *Laughs* heard about a place called Ogden?
Protector Hardin: I have heard of it? Outside of Salt Lake City correct?
Joshua: Indeed, you see on the outskirts is Hills Airforce Base it has been mostly looted but i believe the missile silos are still untouched could you possibly get inside and check for any useful items?
Protector Hardin: And the pay? I can supply you with more food and bottle caps than you would ever need that is if you find anything of value.
Protector Hardin: I will be back in a week.
(Sorry if this is rather short it is late where i am at but cannot wait until tomorrow to post this because i am so exited about the possibility of being accepted)
Background: Born and raised in Utah, Farr West City (my real home town) his parents were low life jet addicts who constantly traded everything they found to dealers. Eventually they ended up selling Hardin for a single needle of jet. Hardin found himself in Salt Lake City, what use to be the center of Holiness was now a run down town of adultery. He learned his way around a knife and a gun and quickly began working as a hired mercenary eventually landing him a job as a small towns Sheriff. It was a nice life, 19 years old and in charge of a town, free food and water and even the most beautiful ladies in the town. However after one day of heavy drinking he awoke in his house only to see bodies scattered around the bar. It turns out that a raider band came through while he was passed out and he couldn't even get up to help all of the scared citizens. After the raid he went into a deep depression eventually working as a scavenger for a man named Joshua in Salt Lake City. Looting whatever Joshua needs and in return he gets a proper living quarters and food and water.
Guess whose back, back again.... Enough of my attempted rapping. PhD here lets look at this app.
-Powergaming. We go by a different definition then most, you can find it in the rules section of our forum.
-God modding. Once again, the definition we use is on our forums!
-Name. What kind of a name is protector? That sounds much more like a nickname
-Appearance. Going to need a bit more details on this. Is he strong? Weak? What the rest of his face under the mask? What are these damaged clothes? Do they have any colors on them?
-Personality. How can one be willing to help anyone in this wasteland? Going berserk and killing everyone seems like it could end up leading to multiple player deaths over random things.
-RP example. I would like this to include some more actions, show some attempts, etc. Other then that it was all good!
-Backstory. Who did they trade Hardin to? And if so, what lead him to Salt Lake? He shouldn't be anyone important in Salt Lake. I would suggest him just arriving, as other characters who are in Salt Lake now would know him if he was the sheriff. Don't assume something like raiders killing citizens. In game he will not have a knife or gun to start with, everything needs to be found in RP. The backstory needs to be longer, something closer to two paragraphs.
-Rules. You seem to be missing a part of them. I suggest rereading them.
How did you find us? I’ve been affiliated with Akavir for a long while, ‘was also on SooF.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I’ve been RPing on servers for years now, and I also have an abundant amount of staff experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when one learns something IRL/OOCly and changes their character’s actions, personality, or location around this information that their character doesn’t know, but the player does. Meta gaming is not telling somebody something OOCly about something IC, using that information that you learn OOCly to alter your character however is.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming can be recognized as simply not attempting to do something, forcing the fate of another character, roleplaying like you are fighting a punching bag. *he trips his assailant, then punches him two times in the face before running away*. Simply being overpowered; *hacks computer at first attempt, gets all information on computer*
Define God-Modding in your words: (To me, this has always been an aspect of Power-Gaming, definitions may be mixed) God-modding can be recognized as being completely unrealistic, or overpowered, simply being illogical. *jumps off the skyscraper, and lands on the grass; the grass breaks his fall.* *runs up the wall, then jumps over the angry crowd and escapes*
**In Character** Name: Edwin Satan Van-Daele
Nickname: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1 in height, muscly (a soldier’s body), greying hair, fern green eyes, short cut hair, heavy stubble on his face. His arms are strong. He has a bullet wound on his lower back, and another in his upper, right chest. Signs of aging on his face, wrinkles, as shown below. His skin is fair, not that tanned, not pale. His neck is a little thicker than most. He isn't close to balding, but keeps his hair short, and a little blown back, as shown below.
Personality: Edwin is a calm man, usually keeping to himself. A warrior, his personality most likely will determine on his future, not his past, intelligent, he knows how to use all kinds of weapons. Despite his loyalty, he does not live to serve, on his free time he relaxes, or enjoys tobacco; he’s smart enough not to die for his ego. He is a tough, and not easily broken. He doesn’t often panic, when others would. He doesn't try to involve himself socially, when he does he isn't much of a talker, but calmly maintains a hint of politeness. He opposes slavery, abuse, rape, and the likes, but won't charge a group of armed slavers like an idiot if he comes across some. He promotes gun use, because he believes they should be used for self-defence, as the wastes are no place for a pacifist. Won't often talk back to his superiors.
In-game RP example:
Edwin Van-Daele, age 21.
*Edwin walks out of the barracks, quietly sneaking out as his brothers and sisters sleep, heading to the firing range*
*an older man, looking to be 48, wearing recon armor, meets him in the hall, coming from the other side*
*Edwin halts, staring at the man*
*The man stares back, speaking:* "Going somewhere, Edwin?"
"I was going to the firing range, to practice." *he looks to the ground, expecting to be sent back to the barracks.*
"You shouldn't be up so early, it'll take a toll on your skills, not getting enough sleep."
"Yes, father. I just want to keep up the good work." *he rubs his neck*
"I'm proud of you, son... but you haven't got a clue what good work is, wait until this child-like training starts, we will go on missions together, and you will actually be doing good work."
*Edwin smiled, imagining him and his father returning to the brotherhood base after going out on a mission, speaking* "So... can I go to the firing range?"
"No, rest up." *said Daniel, as he turned and walked on down the hall, coughing into his arm as he turned a corner*
*Edwin turned, going back into the barracks, to his bunk, returning to sleep.*
Unfortunately, Daniel succumbed to mesothelioma later that year, dying the next, before the two had a chance to work together.
Background:
Edwin Van-Daele was born into the Brotherhood’s Chicago Chapter, child of Paladin Daniel Van-Daele, and Scribe Elizabeth H. Satan. He was raised as a Brotherhood Squire, and did not get much attention from his parents. His father, Daniel, was a nice man, and only neglected Edwin because his work forced them to drift apart. His mother, Elizabeth, was an anti-social, crooked, strict woman, often only showing care for her husband, but not their child. Eating well; he grew to a height of 5’11 by age twelve, and began training at age fourteen, becoming an Initiate. Social life was bland/non-existent, spending most of his free time sleeping, Edwin studied the armor and weapons the brotherhood used, giving him some skill in repairing them.
Van-Daele became an Apprentice at age seventeen, and remained one until age twenty. At age twenty, Edwin proved himself by having the second best recorded accuracy in his age group, on the firing range. He was then promoted to Junior Knight. Right before Edwin turned twenty-two, his father succumbed to mesothelioma, meaning his recon armor’s asbestos encapsulation was somehow damaged in his past. His mother reacted maturely, continuing to do her job. Van-Daele took up smoking, sad that his father died before he could do much with him, toughening his personality.
He became a Knight at age twenty-four, getting power armor training. Beginning to go on missions. Sent out on a reconnaissance mission, to investigate a nearby possible location of valuable technology, he was attacked by two raiders, getting shot from behind in the lower back with a Lee-Enfield .303, (only wearing recon armor), he managed to fight them off, using his laser rifle, he managed to return to the base before bleeding out, getting immediate medical attention, and surviving. His mother came to visit him, to his surprise. He recovered well, back on his feet before the end of the month.
He spent the next twelve years as a model Knight, likely told he is being held down for a large promotion. Because of his skill, record, and the fact that the brotherhood could not use him as well as they could in a new chapter, he was one of the honored to be chosen people, who were brought along in the squad with the young Elder-to-be Diana Anderson, heading to San Francisco, to start a chapter. (As for adding more things to why they went to San Francisco, that isn't about me, that's about the whole faction's lore, I did however add reasons on why he was picked.)
Taking his power armor off for the night, as the group took shelter under a rocky overhang, one of the Knights watching the wastes while the others slept, hearing a gunshot, Van-Daele woke to see the Knight firing his laser rifle off into the distance, he stood, going to grab his laser rifle, but was shot in the upper right chest, falling onto his back, the Knight kill the raider, and Van-Daele survived the wound, mended by a traveling doctor that his brothers abducted. They continued traveling the next day.
*Powers up vault boy 3000* (UofM gave me permission to start as a member of the brotherhood.)
**Out of Character**
IGN:bholub
Age:15
How did you find us?A Youtube video that I liked a long time ago, but never really looked into it.
What Roleplay experience do you have?I've played on more then 5 RP servers, but they all fell because of funding problems. I've played Fallout 3 and NV and beat them all, and all of their endings. I completely beat NV on hardcore mode and all of its endings on that mode. I am a HUGE RP fan and I am really good at it.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:To us OOC info, IC. Example- You give your assassin the location of a target, but your RP character never obtained this info.
Define Power-gaming in your words: RP'ing with an unfair advantage or not giving another player a chance. Example- "Stabs him in the back killing him instantly"
Define God-Modding in your words:God-Modding might also be known as Twinking or using game cheats to become Invincible. Examples are, going "linkdead", and then saying nothing happened. Going non-com in the middle of a fight. Instantly fading a scene for no reason given. Or taking things OOC when RP does not go how you want. Also, claiming your character is all powerfull, or a god with no weaknesses, is just stupidly dumb.
**In Character**
Name: Chiron Underwood
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 34
Gender:Male
Appearance:Large with pretty buff arms, he wears a gray shirt with grey pants, and has a nice brown belt with a brown strap around his chest and back to hold any weapons.
Personality:He is pretty charming but has the worst luck in the world. He can't run that fast because he is a large guy but he can handle big guns and large armors. He is amazing at melee weapons but when it comes to smaller weapons like assault rifles, snipers, and pistols, his aim can be a little off. He never liked any of the factions but the Brotherhood, since his father was in it.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Chiron:*Sits near some bushes, trying to start a fire to keep him warm at night when he hears a noise behind him, he slowly grabs his Bowie knife and keeps it in front of him with a strong grip*
Raider 1: *Sniffs* Give me your caps, and that revolver of yours old man, and no one gets hurt!
Raider 2 & 3: *Laugh and cough*
Chiron: *Sighs* You boys should turn around, I pack a pretty good punch, ya'know? *Smiles*
Raider 3: Yea!? So do I! *Swings at Chiron with his nailed bat at his left shoulder*
Chiron: *Dodges the hit and try's to stab the raider in the foot"
Raider 3: *Has his foot nailed to the ground from the Bowie Knife and screams*
Raider 2: Shoots at Chiron with his rifle*
Raider 1: Kill that son of a bi*ch! *Attempts to help Raider 2*
Chiron: *Takes cover behind a rock and attempts to shoot the raider from behind the rock*
Raider 3: *Is hit and falls to the ground slowly dieing* Mama? Is that you? *Dies*
Raider 2: *Takes out the knife from his food and cry's some more at he try's to pick up the dead Raider 3's rifle*
Raider 1:*Takes his Assault Rifle and shoots at Chiron* Die you *******!
Chiron: *Gets hit in his left arm but his shooting arm, the right, is fine* YOU CAN DO BETTER THEN THAT! *Shoots all 6 rounds at Raider 2 as he attempts to crawl to the rifle*
Raider 2: *Gets hit in the arm, then in the head and falls to the ground, dead.*
Raider 1: Nooo! You will pay you f*cking *****! *Fires at Chiron*
Chiron: *Badly wounded from the shot taking by his left arm, he uses his stimpack, which makes him feel a little better* Oh bring it on you punk! *Shoots his last 6 rounds at the raider*
Raider 1: Gets hit in the arm as the other bullets hit the rock next to him, he drops his gun, and begins to go for it*
Chiron: *Runs for his knife and try's to stab Raider 1 in the chest*
Raider 1: *Is stabbed and falls to the ground* I hope you burn in hell! *He says his last words in pain and dies*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Salt Lake City.)
He lived in a small town named Underwood since he was a child. His father, never knew his own last name so he adopted the towns and so did Chiron. Chiron's father died when Chiron was 8 and ever since then he lived in Underwood as a orphan child. Chiron met a weapon's smith not far from Underwood, the weapon's smith showed Chiron how to repair weapons and even craft some with old parts. The Smith was a old man, but looked young from his appearance. One morning when Chiron was 14 he went up the hill and found the Smith dead. 3 bullet wounds in his chest and two dead raider's next to him. Chiron adopted the old Smith shop and began to create weapons for the town. Such word spread of Chiron's work and Factions began asking for weapons, NCR even offered him a job in a old factory, but he refused. Chiron, once he was 29 was starting to see more and more raiders around his town. Some asked Chiron to make weapons for them, but he refused. Chiron hated raiders and swore never to help them. Chiron one morning woke up to the smell of fire, and next to him Underwood was in flames. Raiders were attacking it and Chiron was too busy sleeping. He grabbed his poorly crafted Minigun and took down as many raiders as possible, he was tired. He quickly packed up and valuables he had and and ran away from the destroyed town. He's been a wanderer for 5 years, he later found Salt Lake City and began to make his new home there, forever wanting to kill ever raider he finds.
**Out of Character** IGN: lucas99801 Age: 16 How did you find us?: I found you through Akavir, and players that played on SoOF. What roleplay experience do you have?: I have over 4 years of extensive writing and roleplay experience. I've roleplayed on a multitude of GMod, Warcraft, Minecraft, Starcraft, and other RP servers. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking information learned OOCly and using it in an IC manner. Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is taking control of another persons character, or autohitting. For example
*Steve stabs and kills everyone*
IT should really be
*Steve attempts to stab Bob*
Define God-Modding in your words: God--Modding is the act of giving yourself powers your character couldn't possibly have.
Example:
*Steve summons a black dragon to eat the Enclave Soldier*
This is fallout.
You cannot summon anything.
There are no dragons.
No.
**In Character** Name: Allison James Nickname: Ally Age: 27 Gender: Female Appearance: Allison stands at an average height of 5'10". Her body is slender, but still a bit muscular. Her arms and legs show the muscle in them when she runs or jumps. She has auburn hair that reaches down past her neck, but she wears it in a bun or ponytail most of the time. Her face is angular, and her green eyes contrast to her pale complexion. She has a burn scar that runs down her entire back. Her fingers are long and slender.
Personality: Allison is a very loud and outgoing individual. She is almost always screaming at something, even if she is in a good mood. She tends to be very violent when it comes to burning anything. Allison seems to treat the FoA with overly friendliness, this is due to her parents being former members of them. She respects how they attempt to treat the world of it's sickness. The Brotherhood, she views as her savior from the Wasteland. As they rescued her from near death. She views that she owes them a debt of life. Pledging her life to the Brotherhood, in return for them saving hers. Allison is stubborn when it comes to pulling out of a firefight. She'd rather stay and die, than run away like a coward. She isn't the smartest when it comes to tactics, as her most preferred strategy is to charge right in, guns a blazing. She leaves most of the planning to her superiors, She has a tendency to argue with her superiors on certain Orders. She may speak of a distaste and dislike for her superiors, but she respects them for saving her.
In-game RP example:
*as Allison walks down the road, she would see a man laying on the ground in rags, breathing lowly*
Allison would walk up to the man, and kneel down to him. "Are you alright?" She would say.
The man's bloodshot eyes would open wide, going to grab her by the throat with his thin hand
She would squeal loudly, and attempt to scramble backward, away from the mans grip.
She would be able to escape his grip due to him being quite weak, falling down on the ground again, starting to drag himself to her
Her face would harden with anger. She would look down upon the man, with an almost homicidal glare. She aimed a kick at the mans stomach.
He is kicked, grunting and curling up slightly, calling out in a raspy voice "Please..."
"Please what.." She hissed.
"I need...need more...the rush..." He looks up at her pleadingly, eyes bloodshot
She sighed and stood up. She pulled a crinkled cigarette out of her pocket, lighting it with an old lighter. "Of course you're an addict.." She said, before taking a draw of the cigarette.
"There's...nothing else that can make me feel so good! It makes me forget..." He tries to push himself up onto his feet, but his legs give out, collapsing into the dirt again
"Forget what, exactly?" She said, leaning onto the wall.
"The rape...the murder...all those horrible things I did..." He rests his head on the ground
"Hm.." She took another draw, and looked towards him. "You should quit that stuff. Look what it's doing to your body. Take my advice guy, Stick to drinking. It doesn't mess your body up as much."
"I...I can't....I tried...it doesn't do it for me anymore, I need more!" He would force himself up more, going to lunge and tackle her
She would try and knee him in the neck as he dived for her.
Her knee connects, making him crumple onto the ground
She kneels to the ground and attempts to punch him in the face, attempting to knock him out cold.
He is punched, the lights in his head going out
"Sleep tight." She said, before standing up, and flicking her, now put out, cigarette into the street. She started to walk away from the unconscious man.
Background:
Allison was born in a town not far from San Francisco. It went by the name of Redton, namely for the amount of red bricked buildings. Allison's parents were both Doctors and Former members of the FoA. They provided medical attention and travelling that would happen by. The town altogether was prosperous. It lay on a popular caravan route that Caravans frequented.
The young girl was raised, obviously, around medicine and injured patients. She showed a high disinterest in the medical field at an early age, and instead preferred to go about the town on adventures. On her adventures, She got into little scraps and fights with the other kids. As a result, She was rather isolated. Allison tended to shut out most others, preferring to wander around alone.
When Allison turned 14, She did was she did on every one of her birthdays. She took her birthday caps, and followed a Caravan to the nearby town of Brownsville. On this particular trip, She met a man by the name of Gerald. He was one of the guards of the Caravan. They talked the entire way to Brownsville, and back to Redton. The two stayed out until the dawn of daylight, and then returned to Allison's house. This continued on for a month. The two would spend the entire day together, and then return to Allison's to sleep. The night before Gerald left, escorting the Caravan somewhere else, He confessed his love to her. He promised that he would return for her. He promised that he would never touch another girl other than her. That night, they made love. Allison was in complete harmony. The next day, He left. He didn't return for a year. When he did, He returned with a girl. His new love. Allison saw them embrace, and broke down into tears. She sprinted off, vanishing into the twists and turns of the town. She fell into a depression. She realized how alone she really was in the world. Her parents almost never talked to her(as they were busy with the towns almost constant medical needs, and she had shunned every other child her age away. Allison turned to drinking and smoking to chase away her pain. She shut out the world even more, and in her drunkenes, she discovered one of her biggest perks. Her love of fire.
It started out small, a lit match here, and a mailbox burning here. Then it began to escalate, as did her drinking. She began to set abandoned buildings on fire. All the while, drinking away her parents caps. On one particular occasion, She tossed a flaming bottle of alcohol at a building. The building, being made of rotten wood, easily caught fire. She turned to stumble away when an explosion rocked her, and tossed her forward. What she didn't realize, was that she set the town storehouse on fire. The ammunition detonated, sending flaming debris flying in every direction. A large piece of flaming plywood landed on Allison's back, leaving a large burn through the thin tank top. The explosion nearly knocked her sober, and as she turned, She saw the town burning. For fear of being hunted and killed, She ran. She limped out of the burning town and into the barren wasteland.
Allison wandered through the expansive Wasteland, a day after the incident. The burn wound had dust and all matter of other materials lodged into painfully. She still walked with a limp, and was beginning to dehydrate. She took a step, and then collapsed onto the hard ground. She stared forward, and her eyes slowly shut as she saw three figures walking towards her.
The Three Brotherhood of Steel members watched as the girl collapsed. They moved towards her, quickly. They saw the large burn wound on her back, and checked her pulse. She was alive, barely. The Three argued briefly about what to do with her. In the end, They voted to take her with them back to their base. Allison was hoisted over one of the three's shoulder and was taken to safety.
The Brotherhood treated her wounds, and nursed her back to health. When Allison was healthy enough to leave the compound, She asked if she could stay, and perhaps join them. "I have no life to go back to. I have nothing left in the Wasteland for me." She pleaded to them. After much deliberation, They decided to let her join.
((I have permission from UoFMTigerFan to start off in the BoS))
*Powers up Pipboy 3000*
After checking the backstory, since everything else checked out, you are most certainly accepted.
(I don't have the picture, don't hate me.)
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've played on fall-craft and a bit on wild wastelands, along with Lord Of The Craft.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information you get OOC that your character your RPing as would not know about in character. EX: Player A says in chat "Im in The Factory" Player B, who hates player A, goes to The Factory looking for player A too kill him
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing something in character without giving the other person a chance to react to it EX: Player A stabs player B, (Should be: PLayer A attempts to stab player
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your characterOP/Perfect, making your character a "God"
Appearance: A 6'4 220 Greek male. He has a black beard, black mustache and Black Eyes. He is Mostly muscle and has an intimidating look to his face, but because of this, he cannot run very fast, or climb anything, as he is much to big. He has his hair in a brown cap along with grey cotton clothes. His left arm has a scar down it, using it as a constant reminder never to let his guard down.
Personality: Nutral, a semi-trained killer. He has average intelligence, but is not smart enough for anything science related. He uses his brain in combat, some times, and will either set an ambush, or rush in head on. He is a lone wolf, prefering to be alone or in smaller groups if he must. He is almost to brave, and will do nearly anything, and sometimes forgets to use his best judgement, endangering himself. He also doesn't "Sugar Coat" things, and will be blunt in telling things which causes some people to not like his personality.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) * Acastus has just arrived in Salt Lake City, with nothing but his gun, some food, and the clothes on his back and is approached by a group of 3 muggers Mugger 1- "Hey you! Give me your caps, or I'll shoot" Mugger 2 and 3- "Ya! What he said!" *Acastus turns his head Acastus- "What'd you say to me punk?" Mugger 1-"Last warning, give your stuff, or you die" *Acastus laughs *Mugger 1 attemps to hit Acastus with the butt of his rifle *Acastus ducks the slow moving rifle butt, and attempts to kick Mugger 1 *The kick hits the man in the side Mugger 1- "Son of a *****! Get em boys" Acastus- "Bring it" *Acastus draws his rifle Acastus- "Sure that's wise?" *Mugger 2 and 3 draw knives
*Mugger 1 Stands up Mugger 1- "Kill him!" *Acastus attempts to shoot mugger 1 *Mugger 1 dives toward the floor, but the bullet still hits his torso on the way down *Mugger 2 takes a swing at Acastus with his knife *Acastus attempts to jump back, but the knife still connects on his left arm Acastus- "**** it!" *Acastus attempts to smack Mugger 2 with the butt of his gun *The Butt of the gun connects *Mugger 2 falls to the ground *Acastus, in clear pain turns to flee and gets distance between him and the 2 remaining muggers *Acastus turns briefly to see if he is being chased, and to his relief, he wasn't, as mugger 3 is seeing if Mugger 1, the clear leader, is still alive *Acastus continues to run, and find someone to treat his knife wound
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.) Acastus Adad was born in a small town in Canada, about 20 miles from what was the Canada-United States Border. As a young child, he had 1 brother, and a father. His mother was killed by raiders when he was 3 years old, but his father and brother managed to escape. That town was one of the few safe havens, with walls created from salvaged concrete. The town of 26 was not self sufficient though, and there were teams of Hunters and Gatherers to find food to survive the harsh winters. Time spent sitting around, was time being wasted. His father was the captain of the guard in the small town, even if the "Guard" Only consisted of 10 people. Acastus's Father taught him to shoot and hunt at a young age, secretly hoping Acastus would one day replace him as captain of the guard. By the time Acastus was 15, he was in peak physical condition, and convinced his father to allow him to join the guard. He spent that winter training with the guard, learning to fight, to shoot, and to kill. The training was rough though, while training with knives, there was an accident, and it resulted in a permanent scar going down his Bicep. After spending 3 weeks recovering, he resumed his training, and that spring, he officially joined the guard. His father was hard on everyone, with 11 people, he could watch almost everyone during the training sessions, and he demanded that they were perfect. Over the years, he became more and more deadly, often escorting the hunter/gatherer groups by himself. One day the guard was actually needed. It was late in the afternoon, and the hunting team had not returned. Acastus heard a shout, followed by some gunfire. He turned his head to see one of the hunters being shot. The 9 guards that were still in town were called upon to defend the small town from a large group of raiders. Dynamite shook the walls, guns were blazing, there was screaming, yet Acastus was calm, standing on a roof, with his rifle shooting at the bandits. He realized that he needed to attack head on, as his rifle wasn't meant for this range, and the wall was starting to break. He shouted and rallied the 6 guards that were still alive, set an ambush. Seconds after it was set, the main entrance to the wall finally collapsed, and the bandits were in. When the group was walking in, he casually poked his gun out the window, and gave the order to fire. It was a storm of bullets, and before the bandits realized what happened, they were almost all dead. The bandit problem was over, but that doesn't mean that there was no damage. The walls destroyed, along with most the buildings, and 1/4 of the population was dead, among them, his father and brother, the only reason he was still living in the town. That night, he left, toward the US border, where he had heard that there was civilization. A 20 mile journey on foot is no easy task, especially alone. 4 days after leaving, he found a traveling merchant on the road, and asked where the merchant was going. The merchant told him of the riches of Salt Lake City, only a weeks journey from here, and the merchant, hoping to gain another customer, told Acastus that he could tag along, as the journey is much safer in a group than alone. Acastus agreed, and in a weeks time, they reached Salt Lake City.
Okay here is my modified version
I am very sorry i did not read the rules and that my first impressions was rather poor i was just in a hurry to go to bed and i really wanted to sign up.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Magnum2016
Age: 23
How did you find us? I typed in Fallout and boom I found you guys, I have been looking for a good Fallout server for awhile.
What Roleplay experience do you have?
http://forum.suprema...leplay-Sign-Ups Please go to the link I listed and it will show you how serious of a roleplayer I am (I wrote about 90% of it), other than that I have roleplayed in the server Fallz.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge that I have obtained outside of the game but not yet in game. (Pretty much going OOC (Out of Character)
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Forcing players and controlling players so they will do as you ask. (Usually players who have been playing for longs amounts of time.) Also i believe that doing unrealistic things that could hurt the roleplay
Define God-Modding in your words:
pretty much godmodding is when you give your character special abilities so he cannot die or fail. This could be saying something like “I have TB-51B Power Armor” when in reality all he has is a leather jacket. It really hurts roleplays and makes them not very fun.
Yes I had signed up quite awhile ago under another email address but I just resigned up with my new main email.
**In Character**
Name: Joshua Graham (Willing to change name if needed)
Nickname: Josh
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5’7 feet tall, with short black hair and blue eyes. However his Bandana and Balaclava cover up his hair. He wears tattered clothes that are ripped with bullets and knife slashes and he always carries around his trusty .45 Caliber Handgun as well as a bible that he reads everyday after a long firefight. His face is awfully burned due to reasons he does not wish to speak about. Many believe this is why he covers up his face with bandages.
Also he has a large scar across his left temple that stretches all the way down to his chin. The reason the scar occurred was because 3 muggers jumped him on a scavenging missions and one of them sliced him with a knife.
Personality: A kind and caring man who is willing to protect others, he is very religious and always carries around his personal bible. He is hostile to all kinds of raiders or anyone who poses a threat to others. Even though he is highly religious he drinks alcohol daily to help him with the pain of his burns. Despite his short height he is a brute and has been known to take on gangs of more than five raiders at the same time coming back with only scrapes on himself.
He also has a depression problem, which is one of the main reasons he drinks constantly, he believes that he could have saved Yuri and the slavers if they would have just given him the chance.
In-game RP example:
Outside of Capitol Building (SLC)
*Joshua Graham walks up the steps of the building staring at the dead bodies held up by spikes in disgust*
Joshua Graham: Anyone there? *His voice echoes*
Unknown: You better stay out if you know whats good for you buddy!
Joshua Graham: I am just here for the computer chip no one has to get hurt
*Bullet screeches past his face*
Unknown: You better stay out buddy next time it will be in between your eyes!
*Joshua pulls out his .45 Caliber Handgun*
Joshua: *sigh* it never goes the easy way
*Joshua charges inside firing off 3 rounds two of which land headshots*
Raider: Holy Crap! He killed them all get everyone up here no.....
*Joshua shoots him in the heart and charges the raider and grabs his backpack. After retreating in cover he quickly opens up the raiders backpack to find the computer chip*
*Footsteps can be heard moving across the Capital Buildings marble floors, Joshua hides in cover*
Raider #2: Where the is he! Oh my god he killed Zane!
Raider #3: Where is the computer chip?
*Raider #2 checks the dead raiders backpack*
Raider #2: It’s freaking gone!
*Joshua lops a grenade into the central area of the raiders it detonates upon impact*
*Both raiders are sent backwards by the blast*
Raider #3: Ugh... what the ... Johnny (Raider #2) you okay man? What the was that?
*Raider #3 looks at Johnny only to see him missing 2 arms and having shrapnel in his face*
Joshua: I am sorry about your friend really; I had no intentions on killing anyone today.
*Joshua walks towards the man, his trusty handgun in one hand and a bible in the other.
Raider #3: screw you man you killed my entire gang! Go burn in hell!
*Joshua pulls out a bible (Book Of Mormon) and opens it to a page with a bookmark*
Joshua: I will go and do the things which the Lord hath commanded, for I know that the Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the thing which he commandeth them. *Coughs* 2nd Nephi 3:7
*Joshua aims his handgun at the raider and ends the raiders sinful life*
OOC: After the firefight Joshua collected any items that may be of value to him and the people and slowly walked down the steps on the capital building heading towards the outpost.
*9 hours later*
Inside of Outpost
Joseph (shopkeeper): Joshua you are back *laughs* so did you get what i need?
Joshua: I got that of which you commanded however show me my payment first
Joseph: Of course! *He pulls out a small bag of bottle caps and three bottles of whiskey* Everything you requested!
Joshua: Well then here you go *passes the chip to Joseph*
Joseph: You have no clue how long i have been looking for this!
Joshua: Yeah yeah you say that about everything I get you.
*Joshua grabs his reward and walks towards the weapons shop*
Slash (Weapon Shop Owner): Joshua what have you got me today? Or just looking to buy some merchandise?
Joshua: Both, i had a run in with some raiders i found some weapons I think you will like.
Slash: Excellent it amazes me how you are still alive after all of these encounters what’s your secret son?
Joshua: Lets just say i have someone watching over me
*Joshua empties his bag showing the following items*
2x 9mm handguns
1x 10mm handgun
29x 9mm rounds
3x Frag Grenades
1x .308 Hunting Rifle
22x .308 Rounds
13x cans of food
Slash: Holy ! You hit the jackpot today! What do you want for all of this?
Joshua: Well... *He glares at the M4A1 mounted on the wall*
*Slash turns around to see the M4*
Slash: You want that beauty? *Sigh* you have yourself a deal *He smiles*
Joshua: Also i want 90x 5.56 Rounds
Slash: Deal!
Joshua: Excellent
*Slash hands the M4A1 from the shelf*
Slash: Here you go, take care of it!
Joshua Graham: You know I will *he smirks*
*Joshua Graham walks out of the shop*
Background: Born in Ogden, Utah his mom and dad were both complete junkies, Joshua rarely saw his parents without jet or psycho going threw there veins. His parents made him loot the nearby area for any of value during his teenage years to allow the parents to buy more drugs. Even though Joshua knew it was wrong he had no choice but to find supplies due to the fear of his father. One day he was looting a pre-war church and uncovered a book it was called the “Bible” a scavenger had taught him to read years before after Joshua gave the scavenger two bottles of whiskey. Joshua began to read the book whenever his parents were out of the house and quickly began realizing how awful his parents were. After two months his parents found the book under the bed and started screaming, “The book was fake” or “Don’t listen to its lies and go back out and get us scavenging materials!” Due to rage they burned the book and sold Joshua to the nearby slave trader named Yuri. Yuri found sympathy for the boy and adopted him as one of his own. He taught Joshua how to protect himself and how to survive in the world. However Yuri never taught Joshua how to be a slave driver telling him
”You have success in you boy! Don’t waste it by bringing others to misery”
By the age of 19 Joshua had the perfect life he had found a job doing security for the slave trade and he was slowly saving his bottle caps to open up a small store. However one day a gang known as the “White Tails” went through and killed all of the slaves and the slavers. Yuri saved Joshua by hiding him in the cellar shortly after Yuri was shot to death. The White Tails had taken all of Joshua’s belongings and all of his caps so Joshua began working as a scavenger. This was when the depression his him, he became a major alcoholic and wasted any money he found on alcohol. However one day he encountered a dead body and on the dead body was a bible. The man had a sign on him that said “Don’t Believes Its Lies”
Joshua took the book and began reading it once again, even though he never stopped drinking alcohol he did tone it down greatly and he is now very happy with himself. Working as a town’s scavenger constantly looting anything of value. However many believe he is preparing to become more than just a scavenger, saving his hard earned money to do things.
Sang here, let's get to reviewing.
Terms are good, bravo.
Appearance describes her fairly. Could be expanded, but not entirely necessary.
Personality is iffy, seems to remark a rather singular trait of anger and outgoingness as common place, minus the rather concrete mentions of two factions. Expand if you could, give this woman a bit more depth.
RP example is coherent, a couple grammatical and spelling slips here and there, but negligible.
Background is lacking, it tells me little of our dear character as an individual, only bits and pieces of her lifestory. Expand, give depth and such.
For now, this app is....
Everything seems in order, this application is...
IGN:
DemocraticPuppy
Age:
17
How did you find us?
My /BOY/ PajosFTW (I didn’t actually ask him, I was just bored one day and was scrolling through the server links on some old friend’s pages and found you guys.)
What Role-play experience do you have?
I RP’d on the server Rise of Kings for a good 7 months or so before leaving due to creative differences in opinion with the server owner. I then went from there, to Wayward Realms (Another medieval RP server) and helped development for the server, before leaving there due to a boredom with the state of RP. Finally, I’m currently staffing/building on the Realms of Caeldor RP server with a few friends. I do consider myself a respectable RP’er, however, I must admit this will be my first RP server without medieval influences, but I have no doubt that I will soon get into the swing of things considering the Fallout series is the GOAT in my personal opinion. I’ve extensively read through the wikia and timeline, and I initially bought an Xbox almost entirely for Fallout 3.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
In my personal experience, I’ve seen meta-gaming that ranges from attacking a character in disguise that gave away no information that could mean he was a spy, to where I saw an RP’er create a character expressly to ‘get back’ at someone who killed a character of his. Basically, meta-gaming is taking OOC information you would have had no clue about, into the RP world for your own, or someone else’s, advantage.
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Power-gaming is the concept of giving yourself every advantage and no disadvantage. Power-gaming can range from creating a character who has super strength, hearing, and listening, with his one handicap being that he is terrified of pink striped zebras, to RPing for the strict intent to win, disregarding what RP logic it may break. I think at it’s very base though, it’s simply forcing an action onto another person.
Define God-Modding in your words:
I have never heard this term myself, throughout my experience RPing, but I can assume clearly enough what it is. God-Modding is when someone simply can’t be hit, and they dodge all attacks coming there way. Basically, it’s the case when someone obviously feels a lack of control in their own life, so they try to forcibly make themselves the ‘big guy’ in every situation who always turns out on top.
**In Character**
Name:
Ezekiel Tragen
Nickname: (Optional)
“Big Bear”
“E-Z”
“Eazy”
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Gruff as all hell to put it simply. Long, blonde, dark brown streaked hair with a straw like consistency on his head along with a thick, full, unkempt beard of the same color. His skin is dark tanned brown, you would barely be able to depict him as Caucasian anymore. Ezekiel’s skin would also be drawn tight and leathery, crows feet and the whole nine yards when it comes to wrinkles. While he appears startlingly old he still retains a set of pearly white teeth and a jovial facial symmetry which makes it appear as if he’s constantly smiling. He is a stocky, barrel-chested man of little more than 6 feet in height.
Personality:
Through the long life he has had, by these rough and tumble post apocalyptic standards, Ezekiel trusts very few, if any people, he meets in his travels. Estranged, to say the least, to others he meets in the area around The Great Salt Lake, he most frequently attacks first, and asks questions later. However, when he is, for whatever reason, in a large settlement he knows he won’t be attacked on sight in, he let’s down his guard and even lets loose a bit, having a fun time before going back to the struggles of the open road. To make it simple, I will just make a bulleted summarization.
- Adaptable
- Innovative
- Savvy
- Brave
- Conscientious
- Frank
- Independent
- Philosophical
- Self-disciplined
- Tough
- Aggressive
- Dogmatic
- Harsh
- Obstinate
- Truculent
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
*Down a dusty road leading to an old drive-in movie theater off the shore of the Great Salt Lake could be seen a man, wearing clothes nearly as soil stained as the trash he was seemingly rummaging through. After a few minutes of dumpster diving, he could be seen pocketing an odd looking gizmo before heading to a different container, a moaning noise emanating from it that could only be heard from a few feet away. Quickly digging under his leather Brahmin-skin duster upon approaching, the Scavenger un-clips his 10mm pistol while cautiously moving towards the dumpster and stopped naught but inches from it, digging yet again into a pocket within his duster, pulling out a stained looking glass bulb, fitted with a stopper down it’s pipe. Immediately after examining over the glassware’s surface, the Scavenger hooked the ominous solution into the dumpster, followed by a blood-curdling scream afterwards…*
“AAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
*…prompting the Scavenger to swing around the dumpster and up-end the rusted metal container, spilling its contents onto the cracked pavements, only to be surprised when the suspected monster was in fact a malnourished young boy, whom was then covered in the Scavengers mysterious solution.*
“P-…Pl-lease….”
The Boy pleaded, holding out his cracked and bloodied hands, in a desperate bid for his life.
*Wordlessly the Scavenger narrowed his eyes at the child, gripping him roughly by the arm and hoisting him up, only to be met by the starved youth’s screams once more…*
“Aiwwwwwwwe!”
“Shut. Up.”
The Scavenger finally croaked out, in his weathered old voice, sounding nearly as old as the dirt itself.
*…with one last look of desperation the child hastily hung his head whilst the Scavenger continued to search his pockets and clothing, not to be surprised when the child did in fact turn out a ankle collar on his leg that could only mean one thing: Slave. As the Scavengers’ eyes fell down to the device the child looked back up once more, suddenly, taking on a more defiant persona.*
“Do you kno-..Know what they do to us there? W-W..What they already did to…me?”
The Boy questioned in a stuttering, yet rapid fashion.
“Yeup”
The Scavenger responded with only a slight hesitation, no emotion to be extracted from his tone. Finally locking with the Boy’s eyes, not before spitting off to the side, the Scavenger continued.
“Now come with me…”
The Scavenger stated blankly, raising his pistol once more at the boy mid-sentence “…And no, ya’ ain’t got no choice.”
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*After a few hours of silent travel, the two Wastelanders came to their final location, the end of their trip, The Sugar House, a Pre-war neighborhood turned Post-war Slaver camp, a place the Boy, and the Scavenger, both knew very well.*
“YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”
“And who’ll be the impartial judge o’ that?”
The Scavenger asked the screaming Boy as he peered down at him, the glower of his gaze striking fear deep into the Boy’s soul.
“’N’ look at that, ya’ dragged out the Chokers yourself”
The Scavenger remarked blandly as Rupert Gildray, a well known Slave-boss, and an armed group piled out of the rickety Sugar House Gate.
“Well look’it thar’, E-Z done brought us ‘nother lil’ ol’ run’way!”
Rupert mocked through his yellowed and shattered teeth, chortling in the middle of his slang-ridden sentence.
“Two hundred and thirty ten millimeters. Same as the other”
The Scavenger bellowed out over the ruckus and din of the excited Slavers, startling the shifty Slave-boss easily, as was his manner.
“Yea’a… ‘course man…” Rupert responded back cautiously, digging through his pockets with his shaking hands before dumping the payment into the palm of the Scavenger, who immediately nodded, turning his back on the men, and setting a course away from the town, leaving Rupert nearly wordless before the Slave-boss turned back to his old, but now new, young charge, the Boy, the Slave, and realized he had no more reason to be nervous.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.)
The story of how Ezekiel came to be in the now desolate wasteland of Utah is a long, historical trail of events, starting back in the 19th century even. Ez’s ancestors were apart of the Mormon excursion across the nation back to the days when Salt Lake City was first established, but his family, the Targen’s, remained far from the cluster of town life, settling instead in Bear River Valley, the name of which inspired the German translated surname for his family. Living peacefully with the Shoshone people, the Targen’s integrated and eventually married into the tribe, retaining their Mormon roots, but donning a notably Native appearance, much to the dismay of the rest of their church.
During the days leading up to the Great War however, the Targen’s, still living on their old family grounds, grew ever more suspicious of the danger of nuclear conflict and opted to, unlike most ignorant families, construct and stock a fallout shelter which in the end, saved the family’s existence. Upon re-emerging out into the hell that the earth became following 20 years of subterranean living, the Targen’s, were faced with the difficulty of survival in a dangerous new world where resources were scarcer than before and even survival was an impractical option. However, like their frontiersmen ancestors, they endured and eventually acclimated to the horrors and hazards of the irradiated land.
Ez was born into the same situation as his father and his father before him: that of farmers life, trying to crave an existence into the poisoned soil. In his youth however, Ez never sought after a life of mild mannered farming and hunting, instead he took to the world and everything it offered. After leaving The Targen Ranch, Ez headed down to Salt Lake City, but instead skirted the more dangerous heart of the city, opting instead to head down the now defunct, but still traversable I-80 until he made it to New Reno around 2268 when he was 21. A full decade of grunt work later for the Wright family, and Ez was a well-known gunslinger, man-*****, and all-around degenerate, all of which came to a screeching halt when he was found to be having an affair with the well renowned daughter of the crime family’s boss.
After nearly being executed in New Reno, Ez kept roaming the Wasteland, trying to stay under the radar before making it out of the Core Region, only taking odd jobs in low-key trade companies Ez eventually made his way out of the shadow of danger New Reno presented, circling once more around Salt Lake City so as to avoid any danger and instead planting his roots back down once more at Targen Ranch, forgoing his mercenary life-style and learning the survivalist skills that would be required of him if he ever wished to leave off the land itself, leading to such innovations of his like his sea salt toothpaste he gathered from the Salt Lake, as well as some natural concoctions, all of which serve a non-lethal, but altogether useful purpose. Wishing to take his survival skills to the test, Ez has set out once more into the Utah wild, in an effort to find his true calling in the Wastes, to seek some meaning in what some may see as an altogether meaningless life.
Power up, Vault-boy 3000
Oh, and I know I won't come onto the server being "The strongest and baddest", so if you get that vibe from anything in the application, just know that I know better than that
IGN: lucas99801
Age: 16
How did you find us?: I found you through Akavir, and players that played on SoOF.
What roleplay experience do you have?: I have over 4 years of extensive writing and roleplay experience. I've roleplayed on a multitude of GMod, Warcraft, Minecraft, Starcraft, and other RP servers.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Metagaming is taking information learned OOCly and using it in an IC manner.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Powergaming is taking control of another persons character, or autohitting. For example
*Steve stabs and kills everyone*
IT should really be
*Steve attempts to stab Bob*
Define God-Modding in your words: God--Modding is the act of giving yourself powers your character couldn't possibly have.
Example:
*Steve summons a black dragon to eat the Enclave Soldier*
This is fallout.
You cannot summon anything.
There are no dragons.
No.
**In Character**
Name: Allison James
Nickname: Ally
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Allison stands at an average height of 5'10". Her body is slender, but still a bit muscular. Her arms and legs show the muscle in them when she runs or jumps. She has auburn hair that reaches down past her neck, but she wears it in a bun or ponytail most of the time. Her face is angular, and her green eyes contrast to her pale complexion. She has a burn scar that runs down her entire back. Her fingers are long and slender.
Personality: Allison is a very loud and outgoing individual. She is almost always screaming at something, even if she is in a good mood. She tends to be very violent when it comes to burning anything. Allison seems to treat the FoA with overly friendliness, this is due to her parents being former members of them. She respects how they attempt to treat the world of it's sickness. The Brotherhood, she views as her savior from the Wasteland. As they rescued her from near death. She views that she owes them a debt of life. Pledging her life to the Brotherhood, in return for them saving hers. Allison is stubborn when it comes to pulling out of a firefight. She'd rather stay and die, than run away like a coward. She isn't the smartest when it comes to tactics, as her most preferred strategy is to charge right in, guns a blazing. She leaves most of the planning to her superiors, She has a tendency to argue with her superiors on certain Orders. She may speak of a distaste and dislike for her superiors, but she respects them for saving her.
In-game RP example:
*as Allison walks down the road, she would see a man laying on the ground in rags, breathing lowly*
Allison would walk up to the man, and kneel down to him. "Are you alright?" She would say.
The man's bloodshot eyes would open wide, going to grab her by the throat with his thin hand
She would squeal loudly, and attempt to scramble backward, away from the mans grip.
She would be able to escape his grip due to him being quite weak, falling down on the ground again, starting to drag himself to her
Her face would harden with anger. She would look down upon the man, with an almost homicidal glare. She aimed a kick at the mans stomach.
He is kicked, grunting and curling up slightly, calling out in a raspy voice "Please..."
"Please what.." She hissed.
"I need...need more...the rush..." He looks up at her pleadingly, eyes bloodshot
She sighed and stood up. She pulled a crinkled cigarette out of her pocket, lighting it with an old lighter. "Of course you're an addict.." She said, before taking a draw of the cigarette.
"There's...nothing else that can make me feel so good! It makes me forget..." He tries to push himself up onto his feet, but his legs give out, collapsing into the dirt again
"Forget what, exactly?" She said, leaning onto the wall.
"The rape...the murder...all those horrible things I did..." He rests his head on the ground
"Hm.." She took another draw, and looked towards him. "You should quit that stuff. Look what it's doing to your body. Take my advice guy, Stick to drinking. It doesn't mess your body up as much."
"I...I can't....I tried...it doesn't do it for me anymore, I need more!" He would force himself up more, going to lunge and tackle her
She would try and knee him in the neck as he dived for her.
Her knee connects, making him crumple onto the ground
She kneels to the ground and attempts to punch him in the face, attempting to knock him out cold.
He is punched, the lights in his head going out
"Sleep tight." She said, before standing up, and flicking her, now put out, cigarette into the street. She started to walk away from the unconscious man.
Background:
Allison was born in a town not far from San Francisco. It went by the name of Redton, namely for the amount of red bricked buildings. Allison's parents were both Doctors and Former members of the FoA. They provided medical attention and travelling that would happen by. The town altogether was prosperous. It lay on a popular caravan route that Caravans frequented.
The young girl was raised, obviously, around medicine and injured patients. She showed a high disinterest in the medical field at an early age, and instead preferred to go about the town on adventures. On her adventures, She got into little scraps and fights with the other kids. As a result, She was rather isolated. Allison tended to shut out most others, preferring to wander around alone.
When Allison turned 14, She did was she did on every one of her birthdays. She took her birthday caps, and followed a Caravan to the nearby town of Brownsville. On this particular trip, She met a man by the name of Gerald. He was one of the guards of the Caravan. They talked the entire way to Brownsville, and back to Redton. The two stayed out until the dawn of daylight, and then returned to Allison's house. This continued on for a month. The two would spend the entire day together, and then return to Allison's to sleep. The night before Gerald left, escorting the Caravan somewhere else, He confessed his love to her. He promised that he would return for her. He promised that he would never touch another girl other than her. That night, they made love. Allison was in complete harmony. The next day, He left. He didn't return for a year. When he did, He returned with a girl. His new love. Allison saw them embrace, and broke down into tears. She sprinted off, vanishing into the twists and turns of the town. She fell into a depression. She realized how alone she really was in the world. Her parents almost never talked to her(as they were busy with the towns almost constant medical needs, and she had shunned every other child her age away. Allison turned to drinking and smoking to chase away her pain. She shut out the world even more, and in her drunkenes, she discovered one of her biggest perks. Her love of fire.
It started out small, a lit match here, and a mailbox burning here. Then it began to escalate, as did her drinking. She began to set abandoned buildings on fire. All the while, drinking away her parents caps. On one particular occasion, She tossed a flaming bottle of alcohol at a building. The building, being made of rotten wood, easily caught fire. She turned to stumble away when an explosion rocked her, and tossed her forward. What she didn't realize, was that she set the town storehouse on fire. The ammunition detonated, sending flaming debris flying in every direction. A large piece of flaming plywood landed on Allison's back, leaving a large burn through the thin tank top. The explosion nearly knocked her sober, and as she turned, She saw the town burning. For fear of being hunted and killed, She ran. She limped out of the burning town and into the barren wasteland.
Allison wandered through the expansive Wasteland, a day after the incident. The burn wound had dust and all matter of other materials lodged into painfully. She still walked with a limp, and was beginning to dehydrate. She took a step, and then collapsed onto the hard ground. She stared forward, and her eyes slowly shut as she saw three figures walking towards her.
The Three Brotherhood of Steel members watched as the girl collapsed. They moved towards her, quickly. They saw the large burn wound on her back, and checked her pulse. She was alive, barely. The Three argued briefly about what to do with her. In the end, They voted to take her with them back to their base. Allison was hoisted over one of the three's shoulder and was taken to safety.
The Brotherhood treated her wounds, and nursed her back to health. When Allison was healthy enough to leave the compound, She asked if she could stay, and perhaps join them. "I have no life to go back to. I have nothing left in the Wasteland for me." She pleaded to them. After much deliberation, They decided to let her join.
((I have permission from UoFMTigerFan to start off in the BoS))
*Powers up Pipboy 3000*
**Out of Character**
IGN: nolanwashere
Age: 14
How did you find us? I’ve been affiliated with Akavir for a long while, ‘was also on SooF.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I’ve been RPing on servers for years now, and I also have an abundant amount of staff experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when one learns something IRL/OOCly and changes their character’s actions, personality, or location around this information that their character doesn’t know, but the player does. Meta gaming is not telling somebody something OOCly about something IC, using that information that you learn OOCly to alter your character however is.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming can be recognized as simply not attempting to do something, forcing the fate of another character, roleplaying like you are fighting a punching bag. *he trips his assailant, then punches him two times in the face before running away*. Simply being overpowered; *hacks computer at first attempt, gets all information on computer*
Define God-Modding in your words: (To me, this has always been an aspect of Power-Gaming, definitions may be mixed) God-modding can be recognized as being completely unrealistic, or overpowered, simply being illogical. *jumps off the skyscraper, and lands on the grass; the grass breaks his fall.* *runs up the wall, then jumps over the angry crowd and escapes*
**In Character**
Name: Edwin Satan Van-Daele
Nickname: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1 in height, muscly (a soldier’s body), greying hair, signs of aging on his face, fern green eyes, short cut hair, heavy stubble on his face. Battle wounds are spread across his body, scars and bullet wounds from him traveling to San Francisco
Personality: Edwin is a calm man, usually keeping to himself. A warrior, his personality most likely will determine on his future, not his past, intelligent, he knows how to use all kinds of weapons. Despite his loyalty, he does not live to serve, on his free time he relaxes, or enjoys tobacco; he’s smart enough not to die for his ego. He is a tough, and not easily broken. He doesn’t often panic, when others would.
In-game RP example:
Deserts of Nevada, a pack brahmin strolls down the road, the trader guarded by two mercenaries.
-Two raiders come out from rocks on the right and left side of the road, aiming guns at the caravan
-the mercenaries aim their assault rifles back.-*
The raider to the right twitching, aiming a pistol at the group* he says “Come on, you know the drill, give us your stuff, and we’ll let you run off.”
The trader looks between the mercenaries and raiders, his hands up, “Here, let me get the stuff, don’t shoot each other.” *Turning around, walking to the brahmin.*
“That won’t be necessary, get to cover.” Says one of the mercenaries.
The trader halted, tensions increased as the trader looked over to the raiders
-the mercenary gritted his teeth, and held the rifle tight.
-The trader hid behind the brahmin, as he heard the bullets fly, the brahmin falling on him as it is killed by a stray bullet.
-The trader pushing the brahmin off of him, a minute after the firing stops, looking around as the dust clears, he saw the dead mercenaries to his side, ahead a raider in the middle of the road, bleeding out from a bullet wound to his stomach.
-The trader walking over, slowly, looking down to meet the man’s eyes.
-The raider raised his pistol, shooting a bullet at the trader's head.
-The trader is shot in the forehead, killed instantly, falling back.
-The raider died slowly, bleeding out, surrounded by death.
Background:(Lacking compared to my other character’s backstories, as his past was somewhat simple)
Edwin Van-Daele was born into the Brotherhood’s Chicago Chapter, child of Paladin Daniel Van-Daele, and Scribe Elizabeth H. Satan. He was raised as a Brotherhood Squire, and did not get much attention from his parents, eating well; he grew to a height of 5’11 by age twelve, and began training at age fourteen, becoming an Initiate. Social life was bland/non-existent, spending most of his free time sleeping, Edwin studied the armor and weapons the brotherhood used, giving him some skill in repairing them.
Van-Daele became an Apprentice at age seventeen, and remained one until age twenty. At age twenty, Edwin proved himself by having the second best recorded accuracy in his age group, on the firing range. He was then promoted to Junior Knight. His father succumbed to mesothelioma, meaning his recon armor’s asbestos encapsulation was somehow damaged in his past. His mother reacted maturely, continuing to do her job. Van-Daele took up smoking, sad that his father died before he could do much with him, toughening his personality.
He became a Knight at age twenty-four, getting power armor training. Beginning to go on missions. Sent out on a reconnaissance mission, to investigate a nearby possible location of valuable technology, he was attacked by two raiders, getting shot from behind in the lower back with a Lee-Enfield .303, (only wearing recon armor), he managed to fight them off, using his laser rifle, he managed to return to the base before bleeding out, getting immediate medical attention, and surviving. His mother came to visit him, to his surprise. He recovered well, back on his feet before the end of the month.
He spent the next twelve years as a model Knight, likely told he is being held down for a large promotion. Because of his skill, record, and the fact that the brotherhood could not use him as well as they could in a new chapter, he was one of the honored to be chosen people, who were brought along in the squad with the young Elder-to-be Diana Anderson, heading to San Francisco, to start a chapter. (As for adding more things to why they went to San Francisco, that isn't about me, that's about the whole faction's lore, I did however add reasons on why he was picked.)
*Powers up vault boy 3000*
(UofM gave me permission to start as a member of the brotherhood.)
HELLO! I am Gdp203 / PP_Johnson and I am here to address the app you have presented.
First off, good definitions! You show yourself as an RPer! BUT! Lets look at the rest!
Hmm, his character profile is. . . good. . . I say good descriptions but SNOOP DOGGY DOG AND DRE DISAPPROVE OF THE NAME. . . Playa *shakes his head as he switches to his normal self* I kid. . . I like the color this character has.
Overall this seem acceptable. . . welcome to the club!
I'm your worst daymare.
**Out of Character**
IGN: TheDevilsPoet
Age: 16
How did you find us? Bloody Magic.
What Roleplay experience do you have? SoOF, VaultRP, Akavir, etc.Define Meta-gaming in your words: To use OOC information ICDefine Power-gaming in your words: To force an action on another player. Like if Bob says, "*Shoots at Jimmy, hitting him in the heart and killing him*"
Define God-Modding in your words: To do something God-like. Why be a God when you can be a Deathclaw?
**In Character**
Name: Dr. Jim Wulfe
Nickname: Jimmy
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: A pair of thick-rimmed glasses rest on his slightly crooked nose, scratches on the lenses. His eyes, a deep blue, sit warily behind the glasses. Tousled, sand-colored hair is on his head, obviously unkempt. His jaw is stiff, a small scar going across the chin and up to the bottom lip, stopping there. He wears an old lab coat, worn from the ages. It looks as if something was torn from the shoulders. Under it he wears a simple gray shirt, and a pair of brown slacks. On his feet he wears a pair of normal shoes.
Personality: A smartass at heart, Jim is usually quick to annoy, and dislikes stupid people. He's not good with a gun, so he relies on his skills with medicine and science, instead of his skills with a gun and aim. Usually, though, he's in a good mood and will help people, if they don't annoy him. Jim is also a drinker, when he has the time. His most prized possessions are his glasses, and a switchblade he carries with him, in case he DOES get in a fight. He is usually fearless, after having many brushes with death while traversing the Divide. He's a quick thinker, and a quick eye.
In-game RP example: Jim walks a path to a city. Behind him, he hears the rumble of wheels and the smell of Brahim. He looks back to see a caravan tumbling down the road, slowing down to greet him. Jim pats his side, checking his caps. "Dam.n. Only 126 caps left. Wonder what I'll get." He stands to the side of the dusty path, waiting for the Caravan to come up. It stops, and he peers inside the inside of the shabby tent-like creation. It is dark, and he sees nothing. What he does, though, is hear the click of a weapon. Jim is alarmed, but does nothing. He waits, only asking, "Hey, any of you ass-hats in here?" He snorts after he says it. Out of the darkness a raider pops out, a rifle aimed at Jim's head. Jim grunts, and looks up at the barrel. In the darkness of the short barrel, seeing a barrel loaded in. "What the fu.ck do you want?" He says, looking past the barrel up at the raider. He grins, showing his missing teeth and black gums. "Whatever ye got that's worth takin, ya stupid fu.ck! Now give me everything before me and m' buddies back here blow yer brains out!" The raider says, shuffling the barrel. "Well, what do you think I fuc.king have? 20 weapons and a million caps? I don't even have a damn pack with me, dumbass." Jim bites back, spitting towards the raider, and misses. While the raiders looks at Jim, he looks back, one of his friends saying something to him. A patrol of some sorts is coming down the road. It looks far off, but still seeable. While the raiders bicker back and forth, Jim withdraws his switchblade, bringing the blade out and hiding it under his coat. The raider comes back, his rifle still aimed at Jim "Well you gots to have some caps, smart ass!" He throws back. "Alright, alright, let me get out what caps I have." Jim replies, bending sideways, withdrawing a frag grenade he picked up while in his last city. He takes off the pin, and puts it in the deep sack, his 126 caps shuffling over it. He turns back to the raider, and tosses the sack at the raider. "Enjoy" he says, before counting to two, and running. The raider, counting the caps, shouts hey upon finding the frag grenade. He shouts something to Jim, before being engulfed in an explosion. Jim is thrown back from the blast, but gets up. He checks his wounds, a few scratches, and gash on his leg, probably from a piece of shrapnel. He brushes himself off, and waves to the coming patrol, closer by now. He walks over, and several service rifles are aimed at him. The patrol, an NCR one, is suspicious, having seen the explosion. Jim rolls his eyes, and begins trying to talk his way out of this one aswell.
Background: Jim was born in Shady Sands, his father an NCR Lieutenant. Jim always enjoyed the medical field, having been with his father several times on trips in the NCR facilities. He liked their power, how they could control whether people live or die. During the little schooling he was able to obtain, he followed the pursuit of Science. In his child-hood, because of this, he was always picked on by the other kids for not wanting to poke the rad-roach, or learn how to use a gun, which of course he did. How else would anyone survive in the wastes? Even at a young age, Jim had a thirst for knowledge. This thirst was not quenched, and still isn't. As he got older, and the other kids started getting jobs, enlisting, so on, so on, Jim still learned. His father, knowing that Jim's calling was in the Science field, didn't hold him back. Everyday, his father would try to get pre-war science books from the scientists working for the NCR. All while this happens, Jim's mother, a beautiful emerald of the wastes, worked for a local General Store. While his mother worked there, when she would find a science book, she would ask the owner to keep it, who would usually say yes. This way, Jim learned as much as he could, and, when he was around 18, he landed a job in the NCR as a nuclear-physicist. Eventually, his mother died from radiation poisoning due to all the radiation she handled while working at the general store. For a while, Jim mourned her death, taking a vacation from his job. His father retired, not being able to handle the stress, and was found a few days later with his brains on the floor of his room. Jim had more problems after this, and, after coming back to his job, left Shady Sands, only carrying his clothes, a few books, caps, and a switchblade engraved with the words, "In God We Honor", his father's old knife. Jim wandered the west coast for a while, doing odd jobs as a doctor and other things. Jim learned about the wastes during the time he wandered. By the time he came back to Shady Sands, it was a new place. By this time, he was about 23. He picked up a job as a doctor in the NCR, but it just wasn't the same. He was Medically Discharged after having nightmares night after night of his father and mother. The NCR said he had insomnia, and saw it as a danger to his patients if he was constantly tired. He was discharged at 25. Jim heard rumors in the Barracks about Utah, a place free of ternary. He left Shady Sands, but before leaving, stopped in front of his older house, seeing a new family of a loving wife and father, and their young son, finding some of Jim's left behind toys and books. He smiled, and moved on, the long journey to Utah awaiting him.*Jim finds an old Pip-Boy 3000, but it doesn't power up. After some tinkering, he gives up, throwing it against a wall. It smashes, but a light comes on, and he sees the Vault-Boy pop up on the screen, the pip-boy powering up.*
Hello Devil, tis I, the GDP203 MACHINE! Ehem. . . well. . . time for me to review this app because you begged that I do so. . . SO! LET US BEGIN!
- Your font is kinda hurting my eyes, but I can POSSIBLY let that slide. . .
- Where is your Meta Gaming definition? I can't seem to see it. . . your PG definition can also use expansion. . .
+ Appearance seems fair
+Decent description of personality
- Oh my, the Backstory. . . okay let me tell you some things that need fixing. First off, it could use ALOT more detail and maybe events, try to go in-depth with certain events that changed him, describe how he became the way he is and what not, that sort of stuff. . . also. . . Nuclear Physicist? Hmmmmm and an NCR Lt. for a dad? Mother dying of radiation in. . . a General Store? I am not saying this is bad. . . but some things seem to good to be true, especially his life and some things he did, like an "almost" danger free life. He also becomes a doctor? Okay. . . that is a bit to far, unless he was trained, they would have asked for a doctor who studied in the medical field and what not. . . some things can be. . . fixed up if you know what I am saying.
I am sorry, but you need to do some more work on this app. Until the fixes are made. . . you are. . .
I'm your worst daymare.
Hello! I am Gdp203 and I am here to see that app! Lets begin!
+ Definitions are all in order and all good, nice work. . . however the MG def seems mixed but I can slip that by.
- Appearance can use a lot more words than just a picture. I know one picture is worth 1,000 words, but here I like to see words to add onto that 1,000 words. . . please get to the nitty gritty of this if you can, try describing any scars he might have, any noticeable body features, stuff like that matters.
= Personality is good, but try to add quirks or negative things about him. Does he have a mental disability? Is he somewhat of a jerk? Ya know, things that people may hate about him, that does help!
- Would be nice if you expand the RP example to atleast abit more lines. Try to describe the surroundings abit more too, that can add words. I also want to see your character involved, as that is what we are looking for, how the character acts around a situation and what not.
- Backstory could use alot more meat to it. Go to the limit or atleast be descriptive. It would help if the story stated things like how his dad died, what his parents were like, and so forth. Don’t just put events in short summaries, that doesn’t cut it. I also question the last paragraph, why is that the only important event?
Well, something tells me this apps backstory and such needs some work, so sadly I have to give it the. . .
I'm your worst daymare.
IGN: benster56
Age: 17
How did you find us? Minecraft Forums
What Roleplay experience do you have? Quite a bit. This is a new account, btu I have rp'ed on other accounts and have Rp'ed out of Minecraft.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Gaining knowledge OOC. Not telling someone something OOC'ly in In Character kinda terms. I guess.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Getting the most out of a game. Being very serious about it- in a sense.
Define God-Modding in your words: When a characters can do everything. Generally not cool.
Did you join our website? No, but I plan to after typing this.
**In Character**
Name: Gary Frillum
Nickname: (Optional) Gary.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, relatively lean, grizzly unkept beard and hazel eyes. Emotional scars in his eyes.
Personality: Witty, and selfless. Very loyal when it is earned. he's a bit impulsive and holds on to things too long. This is a bad weakness especially in these times.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) "I ain't leavin' without ya, Meg." His sister looked pitiful, despite her being the one hanging over the edge of a cliff. "Aw, Gary, you know you'll be okay w'out me." Gary's eyes grow wide and he increases his grip on her hand. "Meh you can't think like that! Just g-get a foothold or somethin'! C'mon!" But Meg had come to terms with he inevitable death- and she loosened her grip. "Goodbye, Gary. Take care of Flinn." Gary's face grew twisted as Meg fell, face straight and undisturbed. "NO!" Meg's last words she ever heard were "NO!", and Gary regretted every second of it.
Sorry for it being a bit cliche. It was a short notice.
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.) Gary was born in California, right before this whole mess started. He has a sister Meg, and a mom- Layla. As a child, Gary was fairly average to most. He has good grades, played sports, had friends, enemies and such. But as the world delved deeper and deeper into chaos, Gary found his ordinary life showing it's true colors. His mom was one of the first to die on the West coast, and Utah appeared to be a safe® haven to him and Meg. As they traveled across Nevada, they had some bad run ins in which they sharpened their fighting skills(and their Southern accents.) Meg didn't want to go on, but Gary pushed her, insisting Utah would bring peace to them after Mom's passing. Meg's spirit was brought up by a small yet relatively healthy stray, Flinn, that they found while crossing the border. After Meg died (As seen above in dialogue), Gary grew cold and learned that the only way to stay alive was to make sure he kept other's out of his way. yet he kept his trait of selflessness and loyalty- to those who earned it. Gary arrived in Utah soon after Meg's death. And he looks for ways to keep up with the ever changing world.
Age: 23
How did you find us?I typed in Fallout and boom i found you guys, i have been looking for a good Fallout server for awhile.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I play roleplay games 24/7 in Minecraft and outside of minecraft in other games. If you would like some proof i can send you a link to a current non-minecraft roleplay game i am in.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Pretty much using knowledge that i have not yet obtained.
Define Power-gaming in your words:Getting everything you possibly can out of a game and when you do get everything out of it keep on trying to get more.
Define God-Modding in your words: Using mods and glitches or other means to make yourself have a very unfair advantage over other players. Such as spawning weapons, health hacks etc.
Did you join our website? Yes I had signed up quite awhile ago under another email address but i just resigned up with my new main email.
Name:Protector Hardin
Nickname: Protector
Age: 22Gender: Male
Appearance: About 5'7, with short blonde hair even though you cannot see the hair through the bandana and ski mask he wears. He wears damaged clothes that have several bullet holes in them showing that he has been around his share of fire
fights.
Personality: A funny and loving person who is always willing to trade and help others. However when anyone threatens people he cares about he will go berserk killing anything that he sees as a threat. He also has a severe case of Anger issues and tends to get drunk after a long scavenging mission usually leading to several black eyes.
It is a Fallout Roleplay and i created nearly 90% of it.
http://forum.supremacy1914.com/showthread.php?139948-Fallout-Roleplay-Sign-Ups
IGN: _Elavae
Age: 16
how did you find us? I have being looking for a fallout game ever since I got and finished fallout new Vegas
What Roleplay experience do you have? I have played skyrim elder scrolls, fallout 1, fallout 3 and fallout new vegas,
Define Meta-gaming in your words: using stuff you already know to give you an advantage in-game
Define Power-gaming in your words: using people or forcing people to improve yourself (cheating, picking on the little guy)
Define God-Modding in your words: making your character unstoppable
**In Character**
Name: Marcus O’Donall
Nickname: Rockmerc
Age: 34
Gender: male
Appearance: leather armour, rough hair, brunette, scare on right eye, broken nose, leather gloves, broken watch, knife and pistol strap on right hip, goggles, leather military boots, AK-47 slung over back and a piece of stone lodged on the right side of his face. 5’6, heavily built, blue eyes, thick heavy beard, lots of scares and bullet holes.
Personality: harsh, always on-edge, suspicious and loyal
In-game RP example:
Marcus O’Donall in a bar
“huh, you bone head pass me a drink”
Bartender slides the drink down to Marcus, Marcus missed it and the glass smashs onto the floor.
“you washed out, old, lickel, ******* ill get you for that”
Bartender “now Marcus ill do you another”
Option 1: “ill kill” (draw weapon)
Option 2: “fine do me another but don’t, think ill pay for that one”
Going of option 2
Bartender “ok, whatever you say”
“hay, lass how are you today”
Lass “get away from me, you smell like and look like the rear end of a Brahmin”
“what! Errr, why carn’t I get a lass these days?”
Lass “because your mean and look ugly”.
Background: marcus O’Donall escaped the homemade vault barely, his parents along with every else in the vault had been turned into feral ghouls, marcus had survived the radiation that had been leaking into the vault by hiding with his parents in the overseers fail safe room along with 7 other people. When marcus turned 16 he started to notice his parents scratch the walls until their nails started to bleed when he approached them, they screamed at him and started to run towards him. Marcus grabbed a 10mm pistol (give to his dad by his uncle Jeff 3 years ago) and opened fire on his parents, he killed them, Marcus sunk to his knees and started to cry. Marcus best friend Tom Bartmen heard the screams and rushed in and started to comfort Marcus. 12 days later Tom and Marcus left the vault with whatever equipment they could scavenge, (most of it junk, but they did get; 10mm pistol, 12,7mm submachine gun, combat knife and a lot of meds and food supplies), they quickly found a settlement and sold their junk for a lot of caps. The caps lasted them till they where 21 years old, tom and Marcus with their last remaining caps bought some ammo and became mercs, they travelled everywhere increasing their fame, the caps kept flowing in so they kept being mercs, their journey led them to San Francisco where they had got a radio call where a very wealthy man was willing to pay big for armed body guards. It turned out to be a trap, raiders jumped out and ambushed tom and Marcus a brutal shoot out happened, Marcus and tom won but tom was mortally wounded and didn’t survive the night. When Marcus turned up in town and claimed that he had killed the raider gang, the people their started calling him the Rockmerc. Marcus didn’t know why until he looked in the rented rooms mirror and notice that he had cuts, bullet holes and shrapnel all over his body, but the thing that caught his eye was the bit of stone lodged in his face above his right eye.
IGN:justofsteel
Age: 17
Time you can dedicate: couple hours a day
Why us?: i played on akavir and I feel like getting back into fallout
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) role playing is taking on the personality of your character and living their life doing things the way they would.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: meta-gaming would be using information you heard say on global or the forum and using it ic even if your character does not know this.
Define Power-gaming in your words: power-gaming is forcing an action apon another player such as "stabs his chest" it should be "stabs at chest" leaving the other player a chance to react
Did you join our website?sure did
IC:
Name: Conner Hawke
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 40
Gender: male.
Appearance: he is a rather short man only being 5,8. he has a buzz cut with a five o'clock shadow. he always has these tired looking eyes, that gives cold stares. usually has a jacket with a pocket for his flask and he leaves open enough to show off any gun he has. usually doesn't smile
Personality: Conner is usually never in a good mood. he usually only cares a bout himself. he complains about having no money but he has a gambling and drinking problem so it's no mystery where it goes. he seems to be trying to forget some thing and just buries that behinde his problems and his angry and hostile attitude
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) Conner is sitting down a bar in some casino on the vegas strip smoking a cigare and mixing up some dice's in his other hand.*he looks over at a man eyeing him at the other end of the bar* *he gives his cigare one last puff and put's it down in an ash tray*
Conner: Hey! what are you looking at?
The man: you owe me some money Conner!
* Conner moves closer* Ah damn the loan shark.
*the loan shark stands up and cracks his knukles*
Conner:I ain't got your money!
*he reaches for a beer bottle but before he could grab it a man from behinde grabs his arm*
* Conner looks behinde him* ..
*the loan shark closer now .goes to punch Conner in the face*
*Conner turns his head and takes the punch to the side of his face and falls to the ground*
conner: ughh! damn bastards... I'll get you the money!
Loan shark: you better! it will be worst next time.. *the loan shark goes and takes a beer bottle and trys to smash it over Conner's head*
*Conner still in a daze takes it and is knocked out*
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) growing up Conner never really was a good kid. Always picking fights with anyone that bothered him, his father didn’t seem to care about him all that much. Anytime Conner would annoy him he would just hit Conner across the face and tell him to leave. Is mother was long gone so he really had no one to take care of him. He would spend a lot of time in freeside. He had made a few friends there. They had got him into smoking and acting all tough. He lived like a thug and it didn’t seem to bother him. It soon got all to his head. Thinking he was it and when he returned home with that attitude his father was drunk and got up in Connors face. Not having any of it Conner pushed his father down. He was furious they got into a huge fist fight, and ended with Conner strangling his father to death. Not sure of what he had just done. He just sat down in his father’s chair, and starting to drink from the flask that was on it. He sat there for hours before he had the strength to go bury the old man and get back to his life, Which didn’t get better from there
Now Conner still lives around the New Vegas area, in his old house that he took from his father. Never really had a job just did odd jobs around the area just enough to fuel his problems. Instead of using his money to aid his family he would take his payments into new Vegas. And usually would never return with it. Hitting up all the popular casinos, He had made a name for himself. Not a good one. He had 0 luck, he would never win. He would save just enough to buy a drink and some smokes. One night after losing most of his money he went into a rage saying the game was rigged. Saying they just stole all his money. a man over heard this and a approached him with a bag of caps. The man told him to take it and keep playing. Conner of course took it and blew all of that. He never thought anything of it and just returned home drunk and mad. The next time he went out that same man approached him asking him where all the money he gave him went.Conner told him he lost it all and to screw off. But he was approached by more men and the loan shark that had giving him the money pull out a knife and threatened him. He had to repay them double what he had used. He owed them 5 thousand caps. Weeks passed by and he couldn’t make the money to repay them and the threats began to become more often and more deadly he thought of going to the NCR for help. But they would never help a drunk like him so he had to handle this himself. One night when Conner was returning home, He saw a flame and smoke. He started to run and when it came into view. His house was being burned to the ground. He ran to it and heard screams. His wife and child were trapped inside the blazing house. He started to kick the door but it was no use. it was stuck. A voice came from behind him. Are you willing to pay us now Mr. Hawke? The loan shark had burned his house and his family. He gave them what he had at that moment which was not nearly enough. A couple of days after his house had burned. He searched the ruins. He Found his scorched flask, he took it and left the Vegas areas. Just trying to get away from it all.
He picked a direction and started to walk that way. that direction happen to be toward Utah the closer he got the more stories he heard of Salt Lake City so he said he would start a new in this city. Along the way he ran out of supplies and he didn’t have the caps to buy anything. So one night he came upon a camp site there was a sleeping merchant and he was un guarded. In an act to survive he cut the merchants throat while he was sleeping and took all the supplies he could carry. Not bothered by what he had done he found a new way to make money. And decided maybe he could make a living this way. And that’s how he would start in Salt lake city
Powers up vault boy 300
Eyy, PhD here lets get reviewing this here application.
-Meta gaming. I thought you had it, until the second part. It is more so gaining information from OOC and using it IC
-Powergaming. This isn't exactly what we're looking for. Look in the rules section for the definition we use.
-Appearance. I am going to need more information with this. Is he tall or short, skinny, strong or fat? What is he wearing? What is his hair like?
-Personality. This could use some more meat to it. Remember this is the wasteland, I would use traits that fit in with it.
-RP example. This seems a bit too clustered and more like a story. Look at what some other people did for RP examples, it should be more like it is In Game. It should also include much more actions. I would suggest you make it in some sort of fight sequence.
-Backstory. I suggest rewriting this. It seems like it doesn't fit into a Fallout server. If he was born before the Great War started, he would be over 200 years old. There aren't any grades anymore (Except for them Vault Dwellers) nor where there sports. How was his mom one of the first to die? A nuclear bomb went off, I am pretty sure a lot more died. Travelling that far would be almost impossible, you would have to deal with raiders and the like. The Background needs to also be longer. I suggest completely rewriting this background to make it fit into the Fallout universe.
-Rules. I suggest looking over them, you seem to be missing something.
Until these are fixed, I am going to have to label this application as....
Guess whose back, back again.... Enough of my attempted rapping. PhD here lets look at this app.
-Powergaming. We go by a different definition then most, you can find it in the rules section of our forum.
-God modding. Once again, the definition we use is on our forums!
-Name. What kind of a name is protector? That sounds much more like a nickname
-Appearance. Going to need a bit more details on this. Is he strong? Weak? What the rest of his face under the mask? What are these damaged clothes? Do they have any colors on them?
-Personality. How can one be willing to help anyone in this wasteland? Going berserk and killing everyone seems like it could end up leading to multiple player deaths over random things.
-RP example. I would like this to include some more actions, show some attempts, etc. Other then that it was all good!
-Backstory. Who did they trade Hardin to? And if so, what lead him to Salt Lake? He shouldn't be anyone important in Salt Lake. I would suggest him just arriving, as other characters who are in Salt Lake now would know him if he was the sheriff. Don't assume something like raiders killing citizens. In game he will not have a knife or gun to start with, everything needs to be found in RP. The backstory needs to be longer, something closer to two paragraphs.
-Rules. You seem to be missing a part of them. I suggest rereading them.
Until these are fixed you are...
**Out of Character**
IGN: nolanwashere
Age: 14
How did you find us? I’ve been affiliated with Akavir for a long while, ‘was also on SooF.
What Roleplay experience do you have? I’ve been RPing on servers for years now, and I also have an abundant amount of staff experience.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta gaming is when one learns something IRL/OOCly and changes their character’s actions, personality, or location around this information that their character doesn’t know, but the player does. Meta gaming is not telling somebody something OOCly about something IC, using that information that you learn OOCly to alter your character however is.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Power gaming can be recognized as simply not attempting to do something, forcing the fate of another character, roleplaying like you are fighting a punching bag. *he trips his assailant, then punches him two times in the face before running away*. Simply being overpowered; *hacks computer at first attempt, gets all information on computer*
Define God-Modding in your words: (To me, this has always been an aspect of Power-Gaming, definitions may be mixed) God-modding can be recognized as being completely unrealistic, or overpowered, simply being illogical. *jumps off the skyscraper, and lands on the grass; the grass breaks his fall.* *runs up the wall, then jumps over the angry crowd and escapes*
**In Character**
Name: Edwin Satan Van-Daele
Nickname: N/A
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6’1 in height, muscly (a soldier’s body), greying hair, fern green eyes, short cut hair, heavy stubble on his face. His arms are strong. He has a bullet wound on his lower back, and another in his upper, right chest. Signs of aging on his face, wrinkles, as shown below. His skin is fair, not that tanned, not pale. His neck is a little thicker than most. He isn't close to balding, but keeps his hair short, and a little blown back, as shown below.
Personality: Edwin is a calm man, usually keeping to himself. A warrior, his personality most likely will determine on his future, not his past, intelligent, he knows how to use all kinds of weapons. Despite his loyalty, he does not live to serve, on his free time he relaxes, or enjoys tobacco; he’s smart enough not to die for his ego. He is a tough, and not easily broken. He doesn’t often panic, when others would. He doesn't try to involve himself socially, when he does he isn't much of a talker, but calmly maintains a hint of politeness. He opposes slavery, abuse, rape, and the likes, but won't charge a group of armed slavers like an idiot if he comes across some. He promotes gun use, because he believes they should be used for self-defence, as the wastes are no place for a pacifist. Won't often talk back to his superiors.
In-game RP example:
Edwin Van-Daele, age 21.
*Edwin walks out of the barracks, quietly sneaking out as his brothers and sisters sleep, heading to the firing range*
*an older man, looking to be 48, wearing recon armor, meets him in the hall, coming from the other side*
*Edwin halts, staring at the man*
*The man stares back, speaking:* "Going somewhere, Edwin?"
"I was going to the firing range, to practice." *he looks to the ground, expecting to be sent back to the barracks.*
"You shouldn't be up so early, it'll take a toll on your skills, not getting enough sleep."
"Yes, father. I just want to keep up the good work." *he rubs his neck*
"I'm proud of you, son... but you haven't got a clue what good work is, wait until this child-like training starts, we will go on missions together, and you will actually be doing good work."
*Edwin smiled, imagining him and his father returning to the brotherhood base after going out on a mission, speaking* "So... can I go to the firing range?"
"No, rest up." *said Daniel, as he turned and walked on down the hall, coughing into his arm as he turned a corner*
*Edwin turned, going back into the barracks, to his bunk, returning to sleep.*
Unfortunately, Daniel succumbed to mesothelioma later that year, dying the next, before the two had a chance to work together.
Background:
Edwin Van-Daele was born into the Brotherhood’s Chicago Chapter, child of Paladin Daniel Van-Daele, and Scribe Elizabeth H. Satan. He was raised as a Brotherhood Squire, and did not get much attention from his parents. His father, Daniel, was a nice man, and only neglected Edwin because his work forced them to drift apart. His mother, Elizabeth, was an anti-social, crooked, strict woman, often only showing care for her husband, but not their child. Eating well; he grew to a height of 5’11 by age twelve, and began training at age fourteen, becoming an Initiate. Social life was bland/non-existent, spending most of his free time sleeping, Edwin studied the armor and weapons the brotherhood used, giving him some skill in repairing them.
Van-Daele became an Apprentice at age seventeen, and remained one until age twenty. At age twenty, Edwin proved himself by having the second best recorded accuracy in his age group, on the firing range. He was then promoted to Junior Knight. Right before Edwin turned twenty-two, his father succumbed to mesothelioma, meaning his recon armor’s asbestos encapsulation was somehow damaged in his past. His mother reacted maturely, continuing to do her job. Van-Daele took up smoking, sad that his father died before he could do much with him, toughening his personality.
He became a Knight at age twenty-four, getting power armor training. Beginning to go on missions. Sent out on a reconnaissance mission, to investigate a nearby possible location of valuable technology, he was attacked by two raiders, getting shot from behind in the lower back with a Lee-Enfield .303, (only wearing recon armor), he managed to fight them off, using his laser rifle, he managed to return to the base before bleeding out, getting immediate medical attention, and surviving. His mother came to visit him, to his surprise. He recovered well, back on his feet before the end of the month.
He spent the next twelve years as a model Knight, likely told he is being held down for a large promotion. Because of his skill, record, and the fact that the brotherhood could not use him as well as they could in a new chapter, he was one of the honored to be chosen people, who were brought along in the squad with the young Elder-to-be Diana Anderson, heading to San Francisco, to start a chapter. (As for adding more things to why they went to San Francisco, that isn't about me, that's about the whole faction's lore, I did however add reasons on why he was picked.)
Taking his power armor off for the night, as the group took shelter under a rocky overhang, one of the Knights watching the wastes while the others slept, hearing a gunshot, Van-Daele woke to see the Knight firing his laser rifle off into the distance, he stood, going to grab his laser rifle, but was shot in the upper right chest, falling onto his back, the Knight kill the raider, and Van-Daele survived the wound, mended by a traveling doctor that his brothers abducted. They continued traveling the next day.
*Powers up vault boy 3000*
(UofM gave me permission to start as a member of the brotherhood.)
IGN:bholub
Age:15
How did you find us?A Youtube video that I liked a long time ago, but never really looked into it.
What Roleplay experience do you have?I've played on more then 5 RP servers, but they all fell because of funding problems. I've played Fallout 3 and NV and beat them all, and all of their endings. I completely beat NV on hardcore mode and all of its endings on that mode. I am a HUGE RP fan and I am really good at it.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:To us OOC info, IC. Example- You give your assassin the location of a target, but your RP character never obtained this info.
Define Power-gaming in your words: RP'ing with an unfair advantage or not giving another player a chance. Example- "Stabs him in the back killing him instantly"
Define God-Modding in your words:God-Modding might also be known as Twinking or using game cheats to become Invincible. Examples are, going "linkdead", and then saying nothing happened. Going non-com in the middle of a fight. Instantly fading a scene for no reason given. Or taking things OOC when RP does not go how you want. Also, claiming your character is all powerfull, or a god with no weaknesses, is just stupidly dumb.
**In Character**
Name: Chiron Underwood
Nickname: (Optional)
Age: 34
Gender:Male
Appearance:Large with pretty buff arms, he wears a gray shirt with grey pants, and has a nice brown belt with a brown strap around his chest and back to hold any weapons.
Personality:He is pretty charming but has the worst luck in the world. He can't run that fast because he is a large guy but he can handle big guns and large armors. He is amazing at melee weapons but when it comes to smaller weapons like assault rifles, snipers, and pistols, his aim can be a little off. He never liked any of the factions but the Brotherhood, since his father was in it.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
Chiron:*Sits near some bushes, trying to start a fire to keep him warm at night when he hears a noise behind him, he slowly grabs his Bowie knife and keeps it in front of him with a strong grip*
Raider 1: *Sniffs* Give me your caps, and that revolver of yours old man, and no one gets hurt!
Raider 2 & 3: *Laugh and cough*
Chiron: *Sighs* You boys should turn around, I pack a pretty good punch, ya'know? *Smiles*
Raider 3: Yea!? So do I! *Swings at Chiron with his nailed bat at his left shoulder*
Chiron: *Dodges the hit and try's to stab the raider in the foot"
Raider 3: *Has his foot nailed to the ground from the Bowie Knife and screams*
Raider 2: Shoots at Chiron with his rifle*
Raider 1: Kill that son of a bi*ch! *Attempts to help Raider 2*
Chiron: *Takes cover behind a rock and attempts to shoot the raider from behind the rock*
Raider 3: *Is hit and falls to the ground slowly dieing* Mama? Is that you? *Dies*
Raider 2: *Takes out the knife from his food and cry's some more at he try's to pick up the dead Raider 3's rifle*
Raider 1:*Takes his Assault Rifle and shoots at Chiron* Die you *******!
Chiron: *Gets hit in his left arm but his shooting arm, the right, is fine* YOU CAN DO BETTER THEN THAT! *Shoots all 6 rounds at Raider 2 as he attempts to crawl to the rifle*
Raider 2: *Gets hit in the arm, then in the head and falls to the ground, dead.*
Raider 1: Nooo! You will pay you f*cking *****! *Fires at Chiron*
Chiron: *Badly wounded from the shot taking by his left arm, he uses his stimpack, which makes him feel a little better* Oh bring it on you punk! *Shoots his last 6 rounds at the raider*
Raider 1: Gets hit in the arm as the other bullets hit the rock next to him, he drops his gun, and begins to go for it*
Chiron: *Runs for his knife and try's to stab Raider 1 in the chest*
Raider 1: *Is stabbed and falls to the ground* I hope you burn in hell! *He says his last words in pain and dies*
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Salt Lake City.)
He lived in a small town named Underwood since he was a child. His father, never knew his own last name so he adopted the towns and so did Chiron. Chiron's father died when Chiron was 8 and ever since then he lived in Underwood as a orphan child. Chiron met a weapon's smith not far from Underwood, the weapon's smith showed Chiron how to repair weapons and even craft some with old parts. The Smith was a old man, but looked young from his appearance. One morning when Chiron was 14 he went up the hill and found the Smith dead. 3 bullet wounds in his chest and two dead raider's next to him. Chiron adopted the old Smith shop and began to create weapons for the town. Such word spread of Chiron's work and Factions began asking for weapons, NCR even offered him a job in a old factory, but he refused. Chiron, once he was 29 was starting to see more and more raiders around his town. Some asked Chiron to make weapons for them, but he refused. Chiron hated raiders and swore never to help them. Chiron one morning woke up to the smell of fire, and next to him Underwood was in flames. Raiders were attacking it and Chiron was too busy sleeping. He grabbed his poorly crafted Minigun and took down as many raiders as possible, he was tired. He quickly packed up and valuables he had and and ran away from the destroyed town. He's been a wanderer for 5 years, he later found Salt Lake City and began to make his new home there, forever wanting to kill ever raider he finds.
*Powers up vault boy 3000*
After checking the backstory, since everything else checked out, you are most certainly accepted.
(I don't have the picture, don't hate me.)
IGN: whiteoak123
Age: 16
How did you find us? MC forums
What Roleplay experience do you have? I've played on fall-craft and a bit on wild wastelands, along with Lord Of The Craft.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information you get OOC that your character your RPing as would not know about in character. EX: Player A says in chat "Im in The Factory" Player B, who hates player A, goes to The Factory looking for player A too kill him
Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing something in character without giving the other person a chance to react to it EX: Player A stabs player B, (Should be: PLayer A attempts to stab player
Define God-Modding in your words: Making your character OP/Perfect, making your character a "God"
Did you join our website? Yes
**In Character**
Name: Acastus Adad
Nickname: (Optional) Acastus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: A 6'4 220 Greek male. He has a black beard, black mustache and Black Eyes. He is Mostly muscle and has an intimidating look to his face, but because of this, he cannot run very fast, or climb anything, as he is much to big. He has his hair in a brown cap along with grey cotton clothes. His left arm has a scar down it, using it as a constant reminder never to let his guard down.
Personality: Nutral, a semi-trained killer. He has average intelligence, but is not smart enough for anything science related. He uses his brain in combat, some times, and will either set an ambush, or rush in head on. He is a lone wolf, prefering to be alone or in smaller groups if he must. He is almost to brave, and will do nearly anything, and sometimes forgets to use his best judgement, endangering himself. He also doesn't "Sugar Coat" things, and will be blunt in telling things which causes some people to not like his personality.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
* Acastus has just arrived in Salt Lake City, with nothing but his gun, some food, and the clothes on his back and is approached by a group of 3 muggers
Mugger 1- "Hey you! Give me your caps, or I'll shoot"
Mugger 2 and 3- "Ya! What he said!"
*Acastus turns his head
Acastus- "What'd you say to me punk?"
Mugger 1-"Last warning, give your stuff, or you die"
*Acastus laughs
*Mugger 1 attemps to hit Acastus with the butt of his rifle
*Acastus ducks the slow moving rifle butt, and attempts to kick Mugger 1
*The kick hits the man in the side
Mugger 1- "Son of a *****! Get em boys"
Acastus- "Bring it"
*Acastus draws his rifle
Acastus- "Sure that's wise?"
*Mugger 2 and 3 draw knives
*Mugger 1 Stands up
Mugger 1- "Kill him!"
*Acastus attempts to shoot mugger 1
*Mugger 1 dives toward the floor, but the bullet still hits his torso on the way down
*Mugger 2 takes a swing at Acastus with his knife
*Acastus attempts to jump back, but the knife still connects on his left arm
Acastus- "**** it!"
*Acastus attempts to smack Mugger 2 with the butt of his gun
*The Butt of the gun connects
*Mugger 2 falls to the ground
*Acastus, in clear pain turns to flee and gets distance between him and the 2 remaining muggers
*Acastus turns briefly to see if he is being chased, and to his relief, he wasn't, as mugger 3 is seeing if Mugger 1, the clear leader, is still alive
*Acastus continues to run, and find someone to treat his knife wound
Background: (Be detailed and in-depth. Also explain how you came to be in Utah.) Acastus Adad was born in a small town in Canada, about 20 miles from what was the Canada-United States Border. As a young child, he had 1 brother, and a father. His mother was killed by raiders when he was 3 years old, but his father and brother managed to escape. That town was one of the few safe havens, with walls created from salvaged concrete. The town of 26 was not self sufficient though, and there were teams of Hunters and Gatherers to find food to survive the harsh winters. Time spent sitting around, was time being wasted. His father was the captain of the guard in the small town, even if the "Guard" Only consisted of 10 people. Acastus's Father taught him to shoot and hunt at a young age, secretly hoping Acastus would one day replace him as captain of the guard.
By the time Acastus was 15, he was in peak physical condition, and convinced his father to allow him to join the guard. He spent that winter training with the guard, learning to fight, to shoot, and to kill. The training was rough though, while training with knives, there was an accident, and it resulted in a permanent scar going down his Bicep. After spending 3 weeks recovering, he resumed his training, and that spring, he officially joined the guard. His father was hard on everyone, with 11 people, he could watch almost everyone during the training sessions, and he demanded that they were perfect.
Over the years, he became more and more deadly, often escorting the hunter/gatherer groups by himself. One day the guard was actually needed. It was late in the afternoon, and the hunting team had not returned. Acastus heard a shout, followed by some gunfire. He turned his head to see one of the hunters being shot. The 9 guards that were still in town were called upon to defend the small town from a large group of raiders. Dynamite shook the walls, guns were blazing, there was screaming, yet Acastus was calm, standing on a roof, with his rifle shooting at the bandits. He realized that he needed to attack head on, as his rifle wasn't meant for this range, and the wall was starting to break. He shouted and rallied the 6 guards that were still alive, set an ambush. Seconds after it was set, the main entrance to the wall finally collapsed, and the bandits were in. When the group was walking in, he casually poked his gun out the window, and gave the order to fire. It was a storm of bullets, and before the bandits realized what happened, they were almost all dead. The bandit problem was over, but that doesn't mean that there was no damage. The walls destroyed, along with most the buildings, and 1/4 of the population was dead, among them, his father and brother, the only reason he was still living in the town. That night, he left, toward the US border, where he had heard that there was civilization.
A 20 mile journey on foot is no easy task, especially alone. 4 days after leaving, he found a traveling merchant on the road, and asked where the merchant was going. The merchant told him of the riches of Salt Lake City, only a weeks journey from here, and the merchant, hoping to gain another customer, told Acastus that he could tag along, as the journey is much safer in a group than alone. Acastus agreed, and in a weeks time, they reached Salt Lake City.
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I am very sorry i did not read the rules and that my first impressions was rather poor i was just in a hurry to go to bed and i really wanted to sign up.
**Out of Character**
IGN: Magnum2016
Age: 23
How did you find us?
I typed in Fallout and boom I found you guys, I have been looking for a good Fallout server for awhile.
What Roleplay experience do you have?
http://forum.suprema...leplay-Sign-Ups
Please go to the link I listed and it will show you how serious of a roleplayer I am (I wrote about 90% of it), other than that I have roleplayed in the server Fallz.
Define Meta-gaming in your words:
Using knowledge that I have obtained outside of the game but not yet in game. (Pretty much going OOC (Out of Character)
Define Power-gaming in your words:
Forcing players and controlling players so they will do as you ask. (Usually players who have been playing for longs amounts of time.) Also i believe that doing unrealistic things that could hurt the roleplay
Define God-Modding in your words:
pretty much godmodding is when you give your character special abilities so he cannot die or fail. This could be saying something like “I have TB-51B Power Armor” when in reality all he has is a leather jacket. It really hurts roleplays and makes them not very fun.
Did you join our website?
Yes I had signed up quite awhile ago under another email address but I just resigned up with my new main email.
**In Character**
Name:
Joshua Graham (Willing to change name if needed)
Nickname:
Josh
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5’7 feet tall, with short black hair and blue eyes. However his Bandana and Balaclava cover up his hair. He wears tattered clothes that are ripped with bullets and knife slashes and he always carries around his trusty .45 Caliber Handgun as well as a bible that he reads everyday after a long firefight. His face is awfully burned due to reasons he does not wish to speak about. Many believe this is why he covers up his face with bandages.
Also he has a large scar across his left temple that stretches all the way down to his chin. The reason the scar occurred was because 3 muggers jumped him on a scavenging missions and one of them sliced him with a knife.
Personality:
A kind and caring man who is willing to protect others, he is very religious and always carries around his personal bible. He is hostile to all kinds of raiders or anyone who poses a threat to others. Even though he is highly religious he drinks alcohol daily to help him with the pain of his burns. Despite his short height he is a brute and has been known to take on gangs of more than five raiders at the same time coming back with only scrapes on himself.
He also has a depression problem, which is one of the main reasons he drinks constantly, he believes that he could have saved Yuri and the slavers if they would have just given him the chance.
In-game RP example:
Background: Born in Ogden, Utah his mom and dad were both complete junkies, Joshua rarely saw his parents without jet or psycho going threw there veins. His parents made him loot the nearby area for any of value during his teenage years to allow the parents to buy more drugs. Even though Joshua knew it was wrong he had no choice but to find supplies due to the fear of his father. One day he was looting a pre-war church and uncovered a book it was called the “Bible” a scavenger had taught him to read years before after Joshua gave the scavenger two bottles of whiskey. Joshua began to read the book whenever his parents were out of the house and quickly began realizing how awful his parents were. After two months his parents found the book under the bed and started screaming, “The book was fake” or “Don’t listen to its lies and go back out and get us scavenging materials!” Due to rage they burned the book and sold Joshua to the nearby slave trader named Yuri. Yuri found sympathy for the boy and adopted him as one of his own. He taught Joshua how to protect himself and how to survive in the world. However Yuri never taught Joshua how to be a slave driver telling him
”You have success in you boy! Don’t waste it by bringing others to misery”
By the age of 19 Joshua had the perfect life he had found a job doing security for the slave trade and he was slowly saving his bottle caps to open up a small store. However one day a gang known as the “White Tails” went through and killed all of the slaves and the slavers. Yuri saved Joshua by hiding him in the cellar shortly after Yuri was shot to death. The White Tails had taken all of Joshua’s belongings and all of his caps so Joshua began working as a scavenger. This was when the depression his him, he became a major alcoholic and wasted any money he found on alcohol. However one day he encountered a dead body and on the dead body was a bible. The man had a sign on him that said “Don’t Believes Its Lies”
Joshua took the book and began reading it once again, even though he never stopped drinking alcohol he did tone it down greatly and he is now very happy with himself. Working as a town’s scavenger constantly looting anything of value. However many believe he is preparing to become more than just a scavenger, saving his hard earned money to do things.
However these are just simple rumors.
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