I posted an app a while ago and I don't think it got read, but I can't find it to copy paste it to repost, is there an easy-er way to do this? Please help.
Actually, your application was reviewed a while ago. On the same day that you posted it, in fact
Hum I feel you just copied the last app and changed some stuff so I suggest filling the blank version of the application. Also your backstory is ridiculously short, your rp example is also too short. Have atleast 3 paragraphs for your backstory and a longer rp example.
I like how this server is based off Van Buren which never actually was released sadly but you guys definitely did your research and it is closely related to all the information we knew of before it was canceled. Good job and I definitely want to play on this server even more also I edited my app so if you guys can see if its good now that be great!
From what I read about the server you guys have some stuff from van buren but not all (It was never finished but it still had a lot in it) also you mixed up some stuff from other fallout games (I don't think I saw anything from the fallout games by Bethesda) and made it into a fallout universe. Its not original but this side of the fallout story was never told so it technically isn't original but still is considering the game that was going to have all this cool stuff never came out, and this server seems to be like your actually a part of that story. So good luck guys and whitelist me because i'm cool like that! (just a joke not suppose to be serious at all) but to be honest, this server is more like a fallout game then a minecraft remake, it seems that its original enough to fit into the fallout universe even though its not its own game and its not a game made from interplay, black isle studios, or even Bethesda (but is based of a game never released). note: this is all my opinion and some facts are in there, van buren was originally going to be fallout 3 before Bethesda bought fallout right before it was almost finished (NUUUUUUUUUUU) and I count what we know of what was in it still part of the fallout universe even though it wasn't official. This server is a great server on its own and, if possible, should be noted as part of the fallout universe. (I have never played on this server so my opinion may change over time)
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: Bungle666
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Eastern time zone
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, Fallout new vagas.
Why do you want to play on this server?: I need the role-play! and i do enjoy the fallout themed ones.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Frank, Watkinson
Nickname (optional): Frankie
Motto (optional): (None)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 10
Perception- 2
Endurance- 10
Charisma- 1
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 10
Luck- 2
Character's skills: Mele combat
Weaknesses: Guns
Karma: Neutral
Character's appearance: Wears a white dirty shirt with a taliban scarf, tanned, gold brown skin. Blue eyes and black hair. 5'10feet tall muscular and is 130lb due to muscles.
Worn cloths/accessories: White dirty shirt, Taliban scarf, blue jeans and worn boats.
Gear/weapons: Wooden bat, Combat knife, empty broken rusted 9mm pistol.
Spawn Location: Anywhere, put me anywhere.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Frank: *Sighs, the bat hanging from a strap on his back. The sun shining on his dirty skin, in the distance he see's nothing but the heat from the ground*
Frank: *Stops by a broken bench on the side of the road, near an old bus station. Taking out his combat knife and cutting a bag of canned beans open*
Child: *Yawns coming out of the bus station stretching, noticing someone on the bench in front. Getting down into a crouch, getting closer to see the person*
Frank: *Finishes opening the can and places the combat knife beside him on the bench, sips the beans a little, then hears a shuffle in the back, maybe a piece of rubble or a person but stays still and listens*
Child: *Gets 10 feet from the man, getting up to a fench behind the man, standing up straight and see's the can of beans. But the man isn't moving*
Frank: *Hears the fence rattle a bit, noticing the person is closer then he expected*
Child: *see's the combat knife and get back down into a crouch, getting closer to the bench. When in reach he goes to take the knife*
Frank: *Grabs the combat knife swiftly and stands pointing the knife at the child* "Oh. Just a kid"
Child: *Eyes widen and turns to run*
Frank: "Wai-" *Lets the kid run off, then follows in behind after the kid got a couple of feet*
Child: *runs through the bus station doors quickly, and disappearing*
Frank: *Comes into the station* "Kid? where did you go off to? Hel-" *Hears a foot step in the other room*
Child: *Didn't mean to move, but hides on the other side up against the wall*
Frank: *Kneels down and places the can of beans on the ground in front of the other rooms entrance, then backs up and sits down against the wall facing the canned of beans*
Child: *Stays still waiting for the man to leave*
Frank: "Look kid, i ain't no treat. I left a can of beans at the door for you if you want it. I'll just wait for you to take it so i know you'll be ok" *Relaxes against the wall and leans the back of the head against the wall*
Child: *Sighs, and enters the door and leans over and picks up the can of food* "Thanks..." *He says in a soft voice*
Frank: "Welcome. Here alone?" *Frank asks, curious*
Child: "Yeah... been living here for, I don't know how long.." *Starts to eat the canned of beans hungry*
Frank: "Huh..."
*The night passes and Frank decided to stay with the child and build a fire for him, making sure he was safe. Frank then left the next morning before the boy woke*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Frank lived only twenty miles from the Colorado territory, living on the freeway at stay away motel. Truckers and bikers use to come here for rest or for fun, now it's a deserted motel full of dusty old beds and other stuff that's usually in a wrecked old motel. There was two parked transport trucks, one in the front and in the back. Both full of sarsaparilla's, and canned food. But sadly frank wasn't the first to get first pickings. Group after group came and rampaged the first truck over the years, then the back truck. Luckily frank was able to get five cans and ten sarsaparilla's. Frank held up in a lower level suite, nailing boards to the windows and fortifying the room. Time to time, some passing travelers passed by looking for food, even some came into the motel and tried to get into franks room. But frank stood behind the door with his handy wooden bat and waited and waited for that lucky person to get whacked. Luckily no one came in, which was good news to him. Frank actually use to live with others five years back. Living in a big city and going out scavenging parties and such, he had a good life but the old saying. War... war never changes. That's the damn old saying in this desert of a wasteland. War goes on like this nuclear fallout never happened, frank always wondered if everyone worked together, they could actually make a good living in this waste. Making finding a vault and getting help from it, or even getting all the vaults to help each other out. It was a terrible life in the waste and it only made people mad like frank, and frank realized it.
Frank used to lived in a vualt, vault 230. One of the more tactical ones, built under a military armory. The vault's overseer was a commander and a fairly good one. He wasn't afraid to send squads onto the surface to bring back Intel of the out doors. Frank and his four other team mates were a good squad of different ability's. Frank not good with guns preferred mele, but all soldiers must carry a fire arms at all times. Frank decided to take up a 9mm pistol with an iron sight. Joey with a SMG, tom with a bolt action sniper, sam with combined assault rifle and jack with a mini-gun. Jack was one tough son of a , bigger then most of us, being able to carry out a god damn mini-gun. Frank and his squad decided that frank was going to be commanding leader when set up on the surface. Franks team was most picked for best equipted survivors to go up stairs to the waste. When first stepped to the surface, sam said "Damn, ain't missing anything up here sarg." Frank grinned and said ", nothing but home boys, Lets move out!" Frank took lead and that was the start of the squad that went missing on their mission. Never returning back but taking up shelter at an old hotel in the city near by.
Frank still remembers his friends and the faithful day they were killed by super mutants, it was an eye opener seeing his friends ripped to shreds. He could see how the world was now that war never changed when things like mutants came, some kind of american military called the enclave, and brotherhood and some other factions along the ways. IT was chaos now and there will never be peace. Frank sat on his bed and shook his head having the dream of his men and their ripped limbs. Frank only thinks it's his own fault, he was the commanding leader of that squad and he let them die while he ran. Jack, the most braved man on the squad set up position with tom up on the balcony of the hotel, frank got Intel that a hoard of brutal mutants were on it's way towards their position, that were helping the resistance with their fight against them but were losing brutally. Everyone retreated back to the hotel where frank and his squad was positioned. Joey set up at the gate way with sam, Frank stood with them commanding from a radio to the remaining resistance, the resistance took positions alone the side windows of the hotel. They were ready. But they weren't ready for what was coming. Frank heard banging and shouts of aggressive brutal yells. Frank stepped up to the gate and saw what was happening. There must've been a hundred of mutants with clubs, machine guns, giant mutants with lamp posts for weapons. Hell was coming. Frank ordered the men to fire, bullets flaring from the windows of the hotel out into the mutants charging. IT only took thirty seconds for those damned mutants to reach the walls and the gate, sam and joey could only hold them back for a moments of time before they were over run. Jack and tom tearing down the mutants, jack taking out five mutants at a time right before his mini-gun jammed. Jack was shot by one of the mutants and tom shouted "Man down!" Tom shot the mutant that killed jack but then was grabbed behind and thrown off the buildings room. Frank saw everything, and wished he died with them all. Frank set C4 all over the buildings beneath and was charged to blow. Frank had killed five mutants with his 9mm pistol and got out right before he was tripped by a mutant with a club. Frank new it was him or himself, so he pressed the detonator and blew the building down, frank then dodged a blow from the mutant and was able to unload the last of his bullets into the mutants skull. Frank got up and ran to safety. It was a horror to him to sleep at night and see that he always slept with that dream of his best friends, his FAMILY die because of him, He was the engineer of the base and engineered it to blow because he had in his gut that this was going to end with him dying, instead he didn't and survived to live up to the horrors. He had enough, one night he woke from the same dream and packed his things, heading towards Colorado towards Denver. Taking only two canned of beans and one sarsaparilla. His old rusted 9mm pistol stayed in his holster and he kept walking only the pistol to remind him of the day of his brothers dying.
I don't think it's dead because it really isn't alive yet, it's like Frankenstien right now, they're just putting all the bits together before they shock it into life!
I don't think it's dead because it really isn't alive yet, it's like Frankenstien right now, they're just putting all the bits together before they shock it into life!
Server does not even life.
>was builder
>was friend
>was potato for server
>was almost trial-mod
Yes, this server is still quite active and very much alive. We've all been pretty busy with school lately, but we are still hard at work on the map!
And Bard, I don't ever remember you. Not as a builder, friend, or almost-trial mod. I've never heard of you before, unless you changed your name or something
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Yes, Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love to role play on lots of servers and this seems to have lots of potential
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Jim HardGrave
Nickname (optional): HardGrave or Jim
Motto (optional): It's gonna be alright, I just know it...
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Mysterious, Keeps to himself most of the time, He's more of a thinker than a doer. He's a good friend, sneaky, He'll stick to his word and do his best to do things the right way, He's very charismatic as well
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 8
Perception- 7
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 9
Intelligence- 11
Agility- 14
Luck- 12
Character's skills: Two handed weapons such as Service Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and is skilled at Parkour
Weakness: Cynophobia (Fear of dogs or rabies), Get's nervous when under pressure, Melee weapons
Karma: Naturally Good
Character's appearance: He has dark brown hair, Green Eyes (dark), a rough look and Five 'o' Clock shadow
Worn cloths/accessories: Vault Jumpsuit, Trench coat, Padding (Shoulder pads, knee pads) and ammo packs
Gear/weapons: A Pipboy, Service Rifle (If there is no Service Rifle then he'll have a Hunting Rifle), a Machete, a good amount of caps (20 to 30 caps), Ammo (30 to 40 rounds for his gun), Salsibury Steak, a Canteen, and a few stimpacks
Spawn Location: The main road leading to Denver
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): Jim continued walking down the road, kicking up dirt as he staggered on.
He came across a small town trying to find the towns bar to rest. Jim opens up the door hearing laughter and small conversations end as he walks in, finding his way to the counter as eyes all around his stare at him like hawks stalking their prey.
He takes a seat on a stool at counter and asks the bartender "Ma'am could I get a Nuka-Cola?" "Sure thing kid." she replies, Jim puts the caps on the table reaching for the beverage just as a stranger walks up to him and asks "Are you one of 'em Vault Dwella's?" he turns to the stranger and says "Yea, as a matter a fact I am." the man steps back surprised "Is there a problem with it?" Jim questioned.
"I've been aching to get me one of them "arm computers" for awhile and..." he begins to reveal a machete from his back "There's gonna be a problem gettin' it of your arm." the man smiled devilishly "That was a bad move, my friend." Jim replied pointing a .44 magnum at the man's stomach "Any last words?" Jim grinned as he said so. (The Magnum was just for RP purpose)
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Jim was 17 when he left the warmth safety of the Vault and ventured into the wasteland hoping to find something good out in the wasteland. All he found were ruins and small towns as he headed east, following the road till he found what he was looking for. Trekking across the remains of North America, sticking to the main roads leading to the Colorado area. Meeting new people and enemies, fighting of the harsh creatures of the deadly wasteland that was once a peaceful land. After being out in the wasteland for so long he began to learn it's ways and was molded by it's ways finding ways to survive from scavenging and making allies to aid him when he needed it most. The wasteland was a place that he thought he wouldn't survive but like a student learning from a teacher, he learned new skills that would help him better himself out there, learning who to trust and not to trust. He did not stay in one place, but he kept on moving trying to find something good, so he continued to follow the road.
Thus he did as he told himself he'd do and stayed on the roads stopping when he needed to and traveled when he knew it was best. After finally finding Colorado he continued into the state hoping to find something good, and that's when he after traveling many miles and found himself standing in front of Denver and he grinned continuing his journey into Denver.
Gender:male, but I haven't checked in a while. So that's just a guess.
Country or time-zone:America, the land of the obese
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):yes, fallout new Vegas, fallout 3 and a bit of fallout
Why do you want to play on this server?:because I haven't seen an rp server that's looked so good before.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?:he who will (probably) save us all
Have you read the lore?:yes scientists took refuge in vault one during the war of 2077 and people worshiped the vault after the world was plunged into and irradiated apocalypse
Weaknesses:(other than the obvious) people cleverer than him, traitors
Karma:not.. Terrible
Character's appearance:short brown hair light tan , well kept goatee
Worn cloths/accessories:big army green cost with lots of pockets bandoleers a magnum revolver strapped to his right thigh shotgun on back tipped gloves and bandana around neck
Gear/weapons:I didn't see this when I was typing the accessories. See accesories^^
Spawn Location:5, refugee camp
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):"hey! Hey! Wake up!" "Huh!wha? I-" "you neerely blew off your leg"said the man keeling next to kai. "How did I neerly blow my leg off? Exactly?" Asked Kai staring up at the man. "We'll you just stepped on a mine, don't you remember?" "Uhh, I remember a white light and not going toward it, was it that?" The man chuckled at his joke "I haven't heard a good joke since back in new Canada" Kai pondered at this, then asked "how was new Canada?" "Cold. Damn cold, nuclear winter cold, literally."
Kai sat up and winced " easy now, you just jumped on a mine, remember?" Kai's gaze drifted up to behind the head of the man where a large automatic whepon lay. "I never did get your name, I'm Kai, by the way"
"We'll it's nice to meet you, Kai, I'm Harrison." Kai grabbed his thigh to try to ease the pain "I'm sorry, Harrison."
"Sorry about what?" "This." Kai slid his magnum out of his holster and before Harrison could react Kai had put a bullet through his brain. Kai stood up rolled the body over and took the rifle.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):Kai didnt have a lot of things namely a last name and parents, at the age of seven he could survive on his own when his parents died
He lived in an old bunker made for one family in new Canada he grew up occasionally going outside for fresh food or just for som sunshine. He had heard of the mile high wasteland and how much better it sounded compared to the tin can yes been living in for ten years so he set off to America. Somewhere along the way he had encountered a Bo's bunker and had earned a good mark with them allowing him to take refuge in their bunkers whist on his journey. A year passed and he had made it to the mile high wasteland. It was certainly not as amazing as the stories tell so he set up a small farm in the outskirts of a town and made buisness. One day death laws decided to nest in the town though and drove all of its inhabitants out. Some of hat stuc together and set up a camp and others got lost or eatenbut they are all in it together, mostly
Yes, this server is still quite active and very much alive. We've all been pretty busy with school lately, but we are still hard at work on the map!
And Bard, I don't ever remember you. Not as a builder, friend, or almost-trial mod. I've never heard of you before, unless you changed your name or something
does that make this like a fetus server? Just about to be born?
Yes, this server is still quite active and very much alive. We've all been pretty busy with school lately, but we are still hard at work on the map!
And Bard, I don't ever remember you. Not as a builder, friend, or almost-trial mod. I've never heard of you before, unless you changed your name or something
Gender:male, but I haven't checked in a while. So that's just a guess.
Country or time-zone:America, the land of the obese
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):yes, fallout new Vegas, fallout 3 and a bit of fallout
Why do you want to play on this server?:because I haven't seen an rp server that's looked so good before.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?:he who will (probably) save us all
Have you read the lore?:yes scientists took refuge in vault one during the war of 2077 and people worshiped the vault after the world was plunged into and irradiated apocalypse
Weaknesses:(other than the obvious) people cleverer than him, traitors
Karma:not.. Terrible
Character's appearance:short brown hair light tan , well kept goatee
Worn cloths/accessories:big army green cost with lots of pockets bandoleers a magnum revolver strapped to his right thigh shotgun on back tipped gloves and bandana around neck
Gear/weapons:I didn't see this when I was typing the accessories. See accesories^^
Spawn Location:5, refugee camp
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):"hey! Hey! Wake up!" "Huh!wha? I-" "you neerely blew off your leg"said the man keeling next to kai. "How did I neerly blow my leg off? Exactly?" Asked Kai staring up at the man. "We'll you just stepped on a mine, don't you remember?" "Uhh, I remember a white light and not going toward it, was it that?" The man chuckled at his joke "I haven't heard a good joke since back in new Canada" Kai pondered at this, then asked "how was new Canada?" "Cold. Damn cold, nuclear winter cold, literally."
Kai sat up and winced " easy now, you just jumped on a mine, remember?" Kai's gaze drifted up to behind the head of the man where a large automatic whepon lay. "I never did get your name, I'm Kai, by the way"
"We'll it's nice to meet you, Kai, I'm Harrison." Kai grabbed his thigh to try to ease the pain "I'm sorry, Harrison."
"Sorry about what?" "This." Kai slid his magnum out of his holster and before Harrison could react Kai had put a bullet through his brain. Kai stood up rolled the body over and took the rifle.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):Kai didnt have a lot of things namely a last name and parents, at the age of seven he could survive on his own when his parents died
He lived in an old bunker made for one family in new Canada he grew up occasionally going outside for fresh food or just for som sunshine. He had heard of the mile high wasteland and how much better it sounded compared to the tin can yes been living in for ten years so he set off to America. Somewhere along the way he had encountered a Bo's bunker and had earned a good mark with them allowing him to take refuge in their bunkers whist on his journey. A year passed and he had made it to the mile high wasteland. It was certainly not as amazing as the stories tell so he set up a small farm in the outskirts of a town and made buisness. One day death laws decided to nest in the town though and drove all of its inhabitants out. Some of hat stuc together and set up a camp and others got lost or eatenbut they are all in it together, mostly
does that make this like a fetus server? Just about to be born?
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've known twizzler for a while and this server looks like it's going to be amazing.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes. It asks to list the lore in your words so:
Fallout Reclamation takes place in 2284 in Colorado wastes. Dog City got overran by feral dogs and the people of dog city had to hide up in high buildings because of the dogs, the raiders, and the Legion. North east has the radiated ruins of Boulder, which is completely filled with a deadly new plague, and is not safe to travel through without a very strong hazmat suit.
Character's skills: Good with guns, sneaky, and melee weapons
Weaknesses: He has bad eye-site and can't see far because of an accident that happened when he was younger.
Karma: neutral
Character's appearance: Long white hair, wearing a red beret and has red eyes. He is tan and wears a Black coat with a white and wrap that goes around his body from his left shoulder down to his right hip and around his waist he's also wearing gray jeans.
Worn cloths/accessories: I said it in the appearance.
Gear/weapons: no
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Chris and Cid are walking around a town in Salt Lake city*
Chris: Cid.
Cid: Yeah?
Chris: You see that guy in that corner that looks like he's trippin' bad?
Cid: Yeah, so?
Chris: And you see that guy in a black coat going over to 'em?
Cid: Yeah..?
Chris: He's gonna try to sell drugs to him. We're low on caps...so.. when he sells it to the addict, want to go mug him?
Cid: No, Chris! What the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Alright Cid. We'll find another way of getting food then.
Cid: What if I wasn't here? You would have mugged him for the caps, wouldn't you?
Chris: Yeah, shuttup.. let's go find some food, ok?
*Chris and Cid go into the deserts and find some food*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Chris and Cid are brothers, born in Salt Lake City, and born on the same days too. Cid died at only 18, and he was the one keeping Chris in check for a while. Chris would have been a rebel, if it wasn't for his brother. Chris learned because of Cid, Chris would have probably been dead if it wasn't for Cid, Cid was the best thing for Chris, and he would do anything to have Cid back. Chris still dreads the day Cid died.. Cid died, with Chris. They were traveling to Colorado, to meet some old friends from when they were younger, and a rad scorpion came up and stabbed Cid in the leg, leaving a gashing hole. Chris didn't notice that, and he went on ahead of Cid, didn't even notice he wasn't following him. Once he noticed, he ran back to where the scorpion was, saw that Cid was still alive, lying on the ground crying holding his stomach. Chris panicked didn't have anything for the poison. Chris picked up Cid, and ran as fast as he could with Cid on his back, he ran to the closest city he could find, it was about 3 miles away. When they were about 10 minutes away from the city, he stopped hearing his brother cry, but didn't stop running. He refused to stop, by the time they got to city, it was too late.. Cid was gone.. Chris was looking around and found a wastelander and asked what city they were in, and he told Chris, "Son, you're in Denver."
Now, you may be wondering why they were such close brothers, and what happened to Chris that made his eyes red and his hair white. Well, it all starts from when he was younger. Cid was born about an hour before Chris, and Cid as a kid always bragged about being the older brother, and Chris didn't care that much. Cid was more of the goody-goody, nerdier brother, while Chris has always been more of the better at sports, stronger, but not as smart as his other brother, type of kid. Chris was a kid who liked to cause a lot of mischief but Cid always helped him and told him what was the right thing to do in the situation, so they were the perfect team. They got so close because, well, they had no other thing to do. They were at such a young age when their parents died. They were about 10 at the time their mother died, but their father died when they were only 8. Their mother was sick for a few months and that's when they became very close. They went out and always hunted the food together. Cid would make traps while Chris would just go out and hunt the bigger animals. But being together and catching their food together was something they liked doing. But one day, Chris got lost in the wastelands and was hearing a very strange sound. Like somebody, or something vomiting. He went around to check it out, and got ambushed by a group of 8 giant evolved centaurs and was knocked out by a pit full of radiated water slowly sending radiation into Chris' body. Cid realized that Chris was gone and ran looking for him, and found him with the centaur's around him. Cid killed them, all of them. He went to wake up Chris and something changed.. He had white hair, and glowing red eyes. He seemed stronger, but his perception seemed a lot lower.
There was other activities they participated in together while hunting they would go look for cannabis and on the way home smoke a few joints which really helped with their bonding. At first it was just for fun, but then their mother died because of her sickness. Then it became an anti-depressant, and they also started wrestling and fighting with each other. Chris was teaching Cid how to fight and be stronger while Cid tried teaching Chris to be smarter, and use more logic when he fights. Eventually they got bored with that and started hunting more and more as they got older. They met some people when they were younger and found a note from when they met saying visit whenever with an address. So they chose to go that way, and the tragic event of Cid's death happened. After that, Chris chose to go wonder the wastelands, eventually found a new snowy city, expecting it to be filled with people because it looked like no bombs hit it, but when he got there there was nobody in sight.
The detail is appreciated, although there's some dents that need buffing out. 1)Your SPECIAL: It is nearly impossible to have a skill of 10, please revise to make more logical. Also, keep in mind, beefcakes tend to be unagile. 2) Please expand on your skill's / weakness. Also, please select a spawn location.
3) Towards the end of your backstory, you mention he blows the building down. How can one survive being in a collapsing building?
1) Your SPECIAL points: Know that the maximum number of points you can have is 40, your far over. Also, the highest a single skill can be is 10, and even that is nearly impossibly. Unless your backstory provides information as to how your character accumulated perfection in a category, you cannot have a perfect skill. 2) I like how you told your role play example like a story, just know that that isnt how role play works; it is turn-based, instead of consecutive
1) Your SPECIAL points: Know that the maximum number of points you can have is 40, your far over. Also, the highest a single skill can be is 10, and even that is nearly impossibly. Unless your backstory provides information as to how your character accumulated perfection in a category, you cannot have a perfect skill. 2) I like how you told your role play example like a story, just know that that isnt how role play works; it is turn-based, instead of consecutive
until corrections are made: you are Denied
Corrections have been made, hope this fixes everything!
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: AquaUmbreon
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Pacific Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Yes, Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love to role play on lots of servers and this seems to have lots of potential
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Jim HardGrave
Nickname (optional): HardGrave or Jim
Motto (optional): It's gonna be alright, I just know it...
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Mysterious, Keeps to himself most of the time, He's more of a thinker than a doer. He's a good friend, sneaky, He'll stick to his word and do his best to do things the right way, He's very charismatic as well
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 8
Perception- 7
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 8
Luck- 7
Character's skills: Two handed weapons such as Service Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and is skilled at Parkour
Weakness: Cynophobia (Fear of dogs or rabies), Get's nervous when under pressure, Melee weapons
Karma: Naturally Good
Character's appearance: He has dark brown hair, Green Eyes (dark), a rough look and Five 'o' Clock shadow
Worn cloths/accessories: Vault Jumpsuit, Trench coat, Padding (Shoulder pads, knee pads) and ammo packs
Gear/weapons: A Pipboy, Service Rifle (If there is no Service Rifle then he'll have a Hunting Rifle), a Machete, a good amount of caps (20 to 30 caps), Ammo (30 to 40 rounds for his gun), Salsibury Steak, a Canteen, and a few stimpacks
Spawn Location: The main road leading to Denver
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs)
*Jim walks into a saloon looking around as the room goes quiet making his way towards the counter*
*He takes a seat on a open stool and turns to the bartender*
Jim :"Ma'am may I have a Nuka?
Bartender: "Sure thing kid, that'll be twelve caps"
*Jim gives her the caps and waits for the beverage*
*A strange man walks up to Jim and asks him*
Stranger:"Are you one of em' Vault Dwellas'?"
*Jim turns to him replying*
Jim:"Yup, is there a problem with it?"
"The man replies*
Stranger:"Well... I've been aching to have one of them "wrist computers" for awhile now..."
*He pulls out a machete and says*
Stranger:"But the problem is... It's gonna be hard to get off your arm."
*He smiles devilishly at Jim*
*Jim laughs*
Jim:"Well... you messed with the wrong Dweller? Didn't you?"
*The Stranger looks down at Jim who has a Revolver poked at his stomach*
Jim:"Sorry you had so much bad luck this time..."
*He says grinning*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Jim was 17 when he left the warmth safety of the Vault and ventured into the wasteland hoping to find something good out in the wasteland. All he found were ruins and small towns as he headed east, following the road till he found what he was looking for. Trekking across the remains of North America, sticking to the main roads leading to the Colorado area. Meeting new people and enemies, fighting of the harsh creatures of the deadly wasteland that was once a peaceful land. After being out in the wasteland for so long he began to learn it's ways and was molded by it's ways finding ways to survive from scavenging and making allies to aid him when he needed it most. The wasteland was a place that he thought he wouldn't survive but like a student learning from a teacher, he learned new skills that would help him better himself out there, learning who to trust and not to trust. He did not stay in one place, but he kept on moving trying to find something good, so he continued to follow the road.
Thus he did as he told himself he'd do and stayed on the roads stopping when he needed to and traveled when he knew it was best. After finally finding Colorado he continued into the state hoping to find something good, and that's when he after traveling many miles and found himself standing in front of Denver and he grinned continuing his journey into Denver.
Aquaderp:
Denied.
You're SPECIAL points are still way to high. Tyler already told you, and it even says right in the app that you can only have a max of 40.
Do this: First of all, add up all the points before submitting your app again. Start with 5 in every category, and then add 10 points in whatever way you see fit, so long as you EXPLAIN YOUR SPECIAL POINTS IN YOUR BACKSTORY.
Speaking of which, that's way to vague. Please add detail to all of it, but especially the part about growing up in a Vault (What's the Vault number? What happened? How long was it closed? What was the experiment? Why did it open, why did you leave, and how many people left? Things like that). And then pleased add a lot more detail and story about yourself after arriving in Denver. Applications are not allowed to end with just arriving in Denver.
Until these things are corrected, denied
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've known twizzler for a while and this server looks like it's going to be amazing.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes. It asks to list the lore in your words so:
Fallout Reclamation takes place in 2284 in Colorado wastes. Dog City got overran by feral dogs and the people of dog city had to hide up in high buildings because of the dogs, the raiders, and the Legion. North east has the radiated ruins of Boulder, which is completely filled with a deadly new plague, and is not safe to travel through without a very strong hazmat suit.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name:Chris Coffin
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: He is easy to befriend, but has a short temper and gets ed easily. He is usually a good guy, but sometimes slips and does bad things such as stealing, and raiding.
Character's skills: Good with guns, he is sneaky, and is also good with melee weapons
Weaknesses: He has bad eye-site and can't see far because of an accident that happened when he was younger.
Karma: neutral
Character's appearance: Long white hair, wearing a red beret and has red eyes. He is tan and wears a Black coat with a white and wrap that goes around his body from his left shoulder down to his right hip and around his waist he's also wearing gray jeans.
Worn cloths/accessories: I said it in the appearance.
Gear/weapons: no
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Chris and Cid are walking around a town in Salt Lake city*
Chris: Cid.
Cid: Yeah?
Chris: You see that guy in that corner that looks like he's tweakin' bad?
Cid: Yeah, so?
Chris: And you see that guy in a black coat going over to 'em?
Cid: Yeah..?
Chris: He's gonna try to sell drugs to him. We're low on caps...so.. when he sells it to the addict, want to go mug him?
Cid: No, Chris! What the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Alright, Cid. We'll find another way of getting caps then.
Cid: What if I wasn't here? You would have mugged him for the caps, wouldn't you?
Chris: Yeah, shuttup.. let's go find some food, I'm starving!
Cid: Yeah, sure. Fine.
*They walk out of the city to look for bighorners in the wastes*
*Chris takes out a sniper rifle with .308 incendiary bullets and shoots it in the head*
Chris: Well, looks like we don't have to cook it now. *chuckles*
Cid: *says sarcastically; "Yay......bighorner meat for dinner... "
Chris: Well, I could keep it for myself and you get nothing, but I'm feeling nice today!
Cid: Whatever, it's better than nothing. *starts to eat the meat* You know, one day we'll get sick from eating this all the time, really.
Chris: Well, smartass. *punches Cid in the shoulder* Why don't you start hunting then?
Cid: Ow, ! I was just letting you know, . Let's get back to the room in the City.
*They walk back to their room,
Cid: I'm going to bed, thanks for the dinner man. *starts to talk sarcastically* Really. It was delicious.
Chris: Yeah, you're welcome, head.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Chris and Cid are brothers, born in Salt Lake City, and born on the same days too. Cid died at only 18, and he was the one keeping Chris in check for a while. Chris would have been a rebel, if it wasn't for his brother. Chris learned because of Cid, Chris would have probably been dead if it wasn't for Cid, Cid was the best thing for Chris, and he would do anything to have Cid back. Chris still dreads the day Cid died.. Cid died, with Chris. They were traveling to Colorado, to meet some old friends from when they were younger, and a rad scorpion came up and stabbed Cid in the leg, leaving a gashing hole. Chris didn't notice that, and he went on ahead of Cid, didn't even notice he wasn't following him. Once he noticed, he ran back to where the scorpion was, saw that Cid was still alive, lying on the ground crying holding his stomach. Chris panicked didn't have anything for the poison. Chris picked up Cid, and ran as fast as he could with Cid on his back, he ran to the closest city he could find, it was about 3 miles away. When they were about 10 minutes away from the city, he stopped hearing his brother cry, but didn't stop running. He refused to stop, by the time they got to city, it was too late.. Cid was gone.. Chris was looking around and found a wastelander and asked what city they were in, and he told Chris, "Son, you're in Denver."
Now, you may be wondering why they were such close brothers, and what happened to Chris that made his eyes red and his hair white. Well, it all starts from when he was younger. Cid was born about an hour before Chris, and Cid as a kid always bragged about being the older brother, and Chris didn't care that much. Cid was more of the goody-goody, nerdier brother, while Chris has always been more of the better at sports, stronger, but not as smart as his other brother, type of kid. Chris was a kid who liked to cause a lot of mischief but Cid always helped him and told him what was the right thing to do in the situation, so they were the perfect team. They got so close because, well, they had no other thing to do. They were at such a young age when their parents died. They were about 10 at the time their mother died, but their father died when they were only 8. Their mother was sick for a few months and that's when they became very close. They went out and always hunted the food together. Cid would make traps while Chris would just go out and hunt the bigger animals. But being together and catching their food together was something they liked doing. But one day, Chris got lost in the wastelands and was hearing a very strange sound. Like somebody, or something vomiting. He went around to check it out, and got ambushed by a group of 8 giant evolved centaurs and was knocked out by a pit full of radiated water slowly sending radiation into Chris' body. Cid realized that Chris was gone and ran looking for him, and found him with the centaur's around him. Cid killed them, all of them. He went to wake up Chris and something changed.. He had white hair, and glowing red eyes. He seemed stronger, but his perception seemed a lot lower.
There was other activities they participated in together while hunting they would go look for cannabis and on the way home smoke a few joints which really helped with their bonding. At first it was just for fun, but then their mother died because of her sickness. Then it became an anti-depressant, and they also started wrestling and fighting with each other. Chris was teaching Cid how to fight and be stronger while Cid tried teaching Chris to be smarter, and use more logic when he fights. Eventually they got bored with that and started hunting more and more as they got older. They met some people when they were younger and found a note from when they met saying visit whenever with an address. So they chose to go that way, and the tragic event of Cid's death happened. After that, Chris chose to go wonder the wastelands, eventually found a new snowy city, expecting it to be filled with people because it looked like no bombs hit it, but when he got there there was nobody in sight.
Actually, your application was reviewed a while ago. On the same day that you posted it, in fact
I have absolutely no idea what you mean by that. I guess my only answer would be, "non-existent"
Yes, if by that you mean the Boulder Dome Research Facility. It will be the faction base of Ravenwood
In game name: Bungle666
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Eastern time zone
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3, Fallout new vagas.
Why do you want to play on this server?: I need the role-play! and i do enjoy the fallout themed ones.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Frank, Watkinson
Nickname (optional): Frankie
Motto (optional): (None)
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why things work. Excellent skills with mechanical things. Risk-takers who they live for the moment. Usually interested in and talented at extreme sports. Uncomplicated in their desires. Loyal to their peers and to their internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules if they get in the way of getting something done. Detached and analytical, they excel at finding solutions to practical problems.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 10
Perception- 2
Endurance- 10
Charisma- 1
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 10
Luck- 2
Character's skills: Mele combat
Weaknesses: Guns
Karma: Neutral
Character's appearance: Wears a white dirty shirt with a taliban scarf, tanned, gold brown skin. Blue eyes and black hair. 5'10feet tall muscular and is 130lb due to muscles.
Worn cloths/accessories: White dirty shirt, Taliban scarf, blue jeans and worn boats.
Gear/weapons: Wooden bat, Combat knife, empty broken rusted 9mm pistol.
Spawn Location: Anywhere, put me anywhere.
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
Frank: *Sighs, the bat hanging from a strap on his back. The sun shining on his dirty skin, in the distance he see's nothing but the heat from the ground*
Frank: *Stops by a broken bench on the side of the road, near an old bus station. Taking out his combat knife and cutting a bag of canned beans open*
Child: *Yawns coming out of the bus station stretching, noticing someone on the bench in front. Getting down into a crouch, getting closer to see the person*
Frank: *Finishes opening the can and places the combat knife beside him on the bench, sips the beans a little, then hears a shuffle in the back, maybe a piece of rubble or a person but stays still and listens*
Child: *Gets 10 feet from the man, getting up to a fench behind the man, standing up straight and see's the can of beans. But the man isn't moving*
Frank: *Hears the fence rattle a bit, noticing the person is closer then he expected*
Child: *see's the combat knife and get back down into a crouch, getting closer to the bench. When in reach he goes to take the knife*
Frank: *Grabs the combat knife swiftly and stands pointing the knife at the child* "Oh. Just a kid"
Child: *Eyes widen and turns to run*
Frank: "Wai-" *Lets the kid run off, then follows in behind after the kid got a couple of feet*
Child: *runs through the bus station doors quickly, and disappearing*
Frank: *Comes into the station* "Kid? where did you go off to? Hel-" *Hears a foot step in the other room*
Child: *Didn't mean to move, but hides on the other side up against the wall*
Frank: *Kneels down and places the can of beans on the ground in front of the other rooms entrance, then backs up and sits down against the wall facing the canned of beans*
Child: *Stays still waiting for the man to leave*
Frank: "Look kid, i ain't no treat. I left a can of beans at the door for you if you want it. I'll just wait for you to take it so i know you'll be ok" *Relaxes against the wall and leans the back of the head against the wall*
Child: *Sighs, and enters the door and leans over and picks up the can of food* "Thanks..." *He says in a soft voice*
Frank: "Welcome. Here alone?" *Frank asks, curious*
Child: "Yeah... been living here for, I don't know how long.." *Starts to eat the canned of beans hungry*
Frank: "Huh..."
*The night passes and Frank decided to stay with the child and build a fire for him, making sure he was safe. Frank then left the next morning before the boy woke*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Frank lived only twenty miles from the Colorado territory, living on the freeway at stay away motel. Truckers and bikers use to come here for rest or for fun, now it's a deserted motel full of dusty old beds and other stuff that's usually in a wrecked old motel. There was two parked transport trucks, one in the front and in the back. Both full of sarsaparilla's, and canned food. But sadly frank wasn't the first to get first pickings. Group after group came and rampaged the first truck over the years, then the back truck. Luckily frank was able to get five cans and ten sarsaparilla's. Frank held up in a lower level suite, nailing boards to the windows and fortifying the room. Time to time, some passing travelers passed by looking for food, even some came into the motel and tried to get into franks room. But frank stood behind the door with his handy wooden bat and waited and waited for that lucky person to get whacked. Luckily no one came in, which was good news to him. Frank actually use to live with others five years back. Living in a big city and going out scavenging parties and such, he had a good life but the old saying. War... war never changes. That's the damn old saying in this desert of a wasteland. War goes on like this nuclear fallout never happened, frank always wondered if everyone worked together, they could actually make a good living in this waste. Making finding a vault and getting help from it, or even getting all the vaults to help each other out. It was a terrible life in the waste and it only made people mad like frank, and frank realized it.
Frank used to lived in a vualt, vault 230. One of the more tactical ones, built under a military armory. The vault's overseer was a commander and a fairly good one. He wasn't afraid to send squads onto the surface to bring back Intel of the out doors. Frank and his four other team mates were a good squad of different ability's. Frank not good with guns preferred mele, but all soldiers must carry a fire arms at all times. Frank decided to take up a 9mm pistol with an iron sight. Joey with a SMG, tom with a bolt action sniper, sam with combined assault rifle and jack with a mini-gun. Jack was one tough son of a , bigger then most of us, being able to carry out a god damn mini-gun. Frank and his squad decided that frank was going to be commanding leader when set up on the surface. Franks team was most picked for best equipted survivors to go up stairs to the waste. When first stepped to the surface, sam said "Damn, ain't missing anything up here sarg." Frank grinned and said ", nothing but home boys, Lets move out!" Frank took lead and that was the start of the squad that went missing on their mission. Never returning back but taking up shelter at an old hotel in the city near by.
Frank still remembers his friends and the faithful day they were killed by super mutants, it was an eye opener seeing his friends ripped to shreds. He could see how the world was now that war never changed when things like mutants came, some kind of american military called the enclave, and brotherhood and some other factions along the ways. IT was chaos now and there will never be peace. Frank sat on his bed and shook his head having the dream of his men and their ripped limbs. Frank only thinks it's his own fault, he was the commanding leader of that squad and he let them die while he ran. Jack, the most braved man on the squad set up position with tom up on the balcony of the hotel, frank got Intel that a hoard of brutal mutants were on it's way towards their position, that were helping the resistance with their fight against them but were losing brutally. Everyone retreated back to the hotel where frank and his squad was positioned. Joey set up at the gate way with sam, Frank stood with them commanding from a radio to the remaining resistance, the resistance took positions alone the side windows of the hotel. They were ready. But they weren't ready for what was coming. Frank heard banging and shouts of aggressive brutal yells. Frank stepped up to the gate and saw what was happening. There must've been a hundred of mutants with clubs, machine guns, giant mutants with lamp posts for weapons. Hell was coming. Frank ordered the men to fire, bullets flaring from the windows of the hotel out into the mutants charging. IT only took thirty seconds for those damned mutants to reach the walls and the gate, sam and joey could only hold them back for a moments of time before they were over run. Jack and tom tearing down the mutants, jack taking out five mutants at a time right before his mini-gun jammed. Jack was shot by one of the mutants and tom shouted "Man down!" Tom shot the mutant that killed jack but then was grabbed behind and thrown off the buildings room. Frank saw everything, and wished he died with them all. Frank set C4 all over the buildings beneath and was charged to blow. Frank had killed five mutants with his 9mm pistol and got out right before he was tripped by a mutant with a club. Frank new it was him or himself, so he pressed the detonator and blew the building down, frank then dodged a blow from the mutant and was able to unload the last of his bullets into the mutants skull. Frank got up and ran to safety. It was a horror to him to sleep at night and see that he always slept with that dream of his best friends, his FAMILY die because of him, He was the engineer of the base and engineered it to blow because he had in his gut that this was going to end with him dying, instead he didn't and survived to live up to the horrors. He had enough, one night he woke from the same dream and packed his things, heading towards Colorado towards Denver. Taking only two canned of beans and one sarsaparilla. His old rusted 9mm pistol stayed in his holster and he kept walking only the pistol to remind him of the day of his brothers dying.
>was builder
>was friend
>was potato for server
>was almost trial-mod
Yes, this server is still quite active and very much alive. We've all been pretty busy with school lately, but we are still hard at work on the map!
And Bard, I don't ever remember you. Not as a builder, friend, or almost-trial mod. I've never heard of you before, unless you changed your name or something
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: AquaUmbreon
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Pacific Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Yes, Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love to role play on lots of servers and this seems to have lots of potential
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Jim HardGrave
Nickname (optional): HardGrave or Jim
Motto (optional): It's gonna be alright, I just know it...
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Mysterious, Keeps to himself most of the time, He's more of a thinker than a doer. He's a good friend, sneaky, He'll stick to his word and do his best to do things the right way, He's very charismatic as well
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 8
Perception- 7
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 9
Intelligence- 11
Agility- 14
Luck- 12
Character's skills: Two handed weapons such as Service Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and is skilled at Parkour
Weakness: Cynophobia (Fear of dogs or rabies), Get's nervous when under pressure, Melee weapons
Karma: Naturally Good
Character's appearance: He has dark brown hair, Green Eyes (dark), a rough look and Five 'o' Clock shadow
Worn cloths/accessories: Vault Jumpsuit, Trench coat, Padding (Shoulder pads, knee pads) and ammo packs
Gear/weapons: A Pipboy, Service Rifle (If there is no Service Rifle then he'll have a Hunting Rifle), a Machete, a good amount of caps (20 to 30 caps), Ammo (30 to 40 rounds for his gun), Salsibury Steak, a Canteen, and a few stimpacks
Spawn Location: The main road leading to Denver
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs): Jim continued walking down the road, kicking up dirt as he staggered on.
He came across a small town trying to find the towns bar to rest. Jim opens up the door hearing laughter and small conversations end as he walks in, finding his way to the counter as eyes all around his stare at him like hawks stalking their prey.
He takes a seat on a stool at counter and asks the bartender "Ma'am could I get a Nuka-Cola?" "Sure thing kid." she replies, Jim puts the caps on the table reaching for the beverage just as a stranger walks up to him and asks "Are you one of 'em Vault Dwella's?" he turns to the stranger and says "Yea, as a matter a fact I am." the man steps back surprised "Is there a problem with it?" Jim questioned.
"I've been aching to get me one of them "arm computers" for awhile and..." he begins to reveal a machete from his back "There's gonna be a problem gettin' it of your arm." the man smiled devilishly "That was a bad move, my friend." Jim replied pointing a .44 magnum at the man's stomach "Any last words?" Jim grinned as he said so. (The Magnum was just for RP purpose)
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Jim was 17 when he left the warmth safety of the Vault and ventured into the wasteland hoping to find something good out in the wasteland. All he found were ruins and small towns as he headed east, following the road till he found what he was looking for. Trekking across the remains of North America, sticking to the main roads leading to the Colorado area. Meeting new people and enemies, fighting of the harsh creatures of the deadly wasteland that was once a peaceful land. After being out in the wasteland for so long he began to learn it's ways and was molded by it's ways finding ways to survive from scavenging and making allies to aid him when he needed it most. The wasteland was a place that he thought he wouldn't survive but like a student learning from a teacher, he learned new skills that would help him better himself out there, learning who to trust and not to trust. He did not stay in one place, but he kept on moving trying to find something good, so he continued to follow the road.
Thus he did as he told himself he'd do and stayed on the roads stopping when he needed to and traveled when he knew it was best. After finally finding Colorado he continued into the state hoping to find something good, and that's when he after traveling many miles and found himself standing in front of Denver and he grinned continuing his journey into Denver.
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name:_VitrifiedSword_
Age:16
Gender:male, but I haven't checked in a while. So that's just a guess.
Country or time-zone:America, the land of the obese
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s):yes, fallout new Vegas, fallout 3 and a bit of fallout
Why do you want to play on this server?:because I haven't seen an rp server that's looked so good before.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?:he who will (probably) save us all
Have you read the lore?:yes scientists took refuge in vault one during the war of 2077 and people worshiped the vault after the world was plunged into and irradiated apocalypse
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name:Kai
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):where the HELL is new Canada?
Age:18
Gender:male
Personality:charismatic and oddly happy
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength-7
Perception-6
Endurance-5
Charisma-10
Intelligence-6
Agility-5
Luck-1
Character's skills:good with machines
Weaknesses:(other than the obvious) people cleverer than him, traitors
Karma:not.. Terrible
Character's appearance:short brown hair light tan , well kept goatee
Worn cloths/accessories:big army green cost with lots of pockets bandoleers a magnum revolver strapped to his right thigh shotgun on back tipped gloves and bandana around neck
Gear/weapons:I didn't see this when I was typing the accessories. See accesories^^
Spawn Location:5, refugee camp
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):"hey! Hey! Wake up!" "Huh!wha? I-" "you neerely blew off your leg"said the man keeling next to kai. "How did I neerly blow my leg off? Exactly?" Asked Kai staring up at the man. "We'll you just stepped on a mine, don't you remember?" "Uhh, I remember a white light and not going toward it, was it that?" The man chuckled at his joke "I haven't heard a good joke since back in new Canada" Kai pondered at this, then asked "how was new Canada?" "Cold. Damn cold, nuclear winter cold, literally."
Kai sat up and winced " easy now, you just jumped on a mine, remember?" Kai's gaze drifted up to behind the head of the man where a large automatic whepon lay. "I never did get your name, I'm Kai, by the way"
"We'll it's nice to meet you, Kai, I'm Harrison." Kai grabbed his thigh to try to ease the pain "I'm sorry, Harrison."
"Sorry about what?" "This." Kai slid his magnum out of his holster and before Harrison could react Kai had put a bullet through his brain. Kai stood up rolled the body over and took the rifle.
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):Kai didnt have a lot of things namely a last name and parents, at the age of seven he could survive on his own when his parents died
He lived in an old bunker made for one family in new Canada he grew up occasionally going outside for fresh food or just for som sunshine. He had heard of the mile high wasteland and how much better it sounded compared to the tin can yes been living in for ten years so he set off to America. Somewhere along the way he had encountered a Bo's bunker and had earned a good mark with them allowing him to take refuge in their bunkers whist on his journey. A year passed and he had made it to the mile high wasteland. It was certainly not as amazing as the stories tell so he set up a small farm in the outskirts of a town and made buisness. One day death laws decided to nest in the town though and drove all of its inhabitants out. Some of hat stuc together and set up a camp and others got lost or eatenbut they are all in it together, mostly does that make this like a fetus server? Just about to be born?
Baby cakes I'm Poet.
I know who you are.
Remember that.
In game name: alexheiker
Age: 15, 16 in December.
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA, Eastern
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've known twizzler for a while and this server looks like it's going to be amazing.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes. It asks to list the lore in your words so:
Fallout Reclamation takes place in 2284 in Colorado wastes. Dog City got overran by feral dogs and the people of dog city had to hide up in high buildings because of the dogs, the raiders, and the Legion. North east has the radiated ruins of Boulder, which is completely filled with a deadly new plague, and is not safe to travel through without a very strong hazmat suit.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name:Chris Coffin
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: Honest, and has a short-temper.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 8
Perception- 3
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 6
Luck- 8
Character's skills: Good with guns, sneaky, and melee weapons
Weaknesses: He has bad eye-site and can't see far because of an accident that happened when he was younger.
Karma: neutral
Character's appearance: Long white hair, wearing a red beret and has red eyes. He is tan and wears a Black coat with a white and wrap that goes around his body from his left shoulder down to his right hip and around his waist he's also wearing gray jeans.
Worn cloths/accessories: I said it in the appearance.
Gear/weapons: no
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Chris and Cid are walking around a town in Salt Lake city*
Chris: Cid.
Cid: Yeah?
Chris: You see that guy in that corner that looks like he's trippin' bad?
Cid: Yeah, so?
Chris: And you see that guy in a black coat going over to 'em?
Cid: Yeah..?
Chris: He's gonna try to sell drugs to him. We're low on caps...so.. when he sells it to the addict, want to go mug him?
Cid: No, Chris! What the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Alright Cid. We'll find another way of getting food then.
Cid: What if I wasn't here? You would have mugged him for the caps, wouldn't you?
Chris: Yeah, shuttup.. let's go find some food, ok?
*Chris and Cid go into the deserts and find some food*
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles):
Chris and Cid are brothers, born in Salt Lake City, and born on the same days too. Cid died at only 18, and he was the one keeping Chris in check for a while. Chris would have been a rebel, if it wasn't for his brother. Chris learned because of Cid, Chris would have probably been dead if it wasn't for Cid, Cid was the best thing for Chris, and he would do anything to have Cid back. Chris still dreads the day Cid died.. Cid died, with Chris. They were traveling to Colorado, to meet some old friends from when they were younger, and a rad scorpion came up and stabbed Cid in the leg, leaving a gashing hole. Chris didn't notice that, and he went on ahead of Cid, didn't even notice he wasn't following him. Once he noticed, he ran back to where the scorpion was, saw that Cid was still alive, lying on the ground crying holding his stomach. Chris panicked didn't have anything for the poison. Chris picked up Cid, and ran as fast as he could with Cid on his back, he ran to the closest city he could find, it was about 3 miles away. When they were about 10 minutes away from the city, he stopped hearing his brother cry, but didn't stop running. He refused to stop, by the time they got to city, it was too late.. Cid was gone.. Chris was looking around and found a wastelander and asked what city they were in, and he told Chris, "Son, you're in Denver."
Now, you may be wondering why they were such close brothers, and what happened to Chris that made his eyes red and his hair white. Well, it all starts from when he was younger. Cid was born about an hour before Chris, and Cid as a kid always bragged about being the older brother, and Chris didn't care that much. Cid was more of the goody-goody, nerdier brother, while Chris has always been more of the better at sports, stronger, but not as smart as his other brother, type of kid. Chris was a kid who liked to cause a lot of mischief but Cid always helped him and told him what was the right thing to do in the situation, so they were the perfect team. They got so close because, well, they had no other thing to do. They were at such a young age when their parents died. They were about 10 at the time their mother died, but their father died when they were only 8. Their mother was sick for a few months and that's when they became very close. They went out and always hunted the food together. Cid would make traps while Chris would just go out and hunt the bigger animals. But being together and catching their food together was something they liked doing. But one day, Chris got lost in the wastelands and was hearing a very strange sound. Like somebody, or something vomiting. He went around to check it out, and got ambushed by a group of 8 giant evolved centaurs and was knocked out by a pit full of radiated water slowly sending radiation into Chris' body. Cid realized that Chris was gone and ran looking for him, and found him with the centaur's around him. Cid killed them, all of them. He went to wake up Chris and something changed.. He had white hair, and glowing red eyes. He seemed stronger, but his perception seemed a lot lower.
There was other activities they participated in together while hunting they would go look for cannabis and on the way home smoke a few joints which really helped with their bonding. At first it was just for fun, but then their mother died because of her sickness. Then it became an anti-depressant, and they also started wrestling and fighting with each other. Chris was teaching Cid how to fight and be stronger while Cid tried teaching Chris to be smarter, and use more logic when he fights. Eventually they got bored with that and started hunting more and more as they got older. They met some people when they were younger and found a note from when they met saying visit whenever with an address. So they chose to go that way, and the tragic event of Cid's death happened. After that, Chris chose to go wonder the wastelands, eventually found a new snowy city, expecting it to be filled with people because it looked like no bombs hit it, but when he got there there was nobody in sight.
The detail is appreciated, although there's some dents that need buffing out.
1) Your SPECIAL: It is nearly impossible to have a skill of 10, please revise to make more logical. Also, keep in mind, beefcakes tend to be unagile.
2) Please expand on your skill's / weakness. Also, please select a spawn location.
3) Towards the end of your backstory, you mention he blows the building down. How can one survive being in a collapsing building?
until corrections are made: you are Denied
1) Your SPECIAL points: Know that the maximum number of points you can have is 40, your far over. Also, the highest a single skill can be is 10, and even that is nearly impossibly. Unless your backstory provides information as to how your character accumulated perfection in a category, you cannot have a perfect skill.
2) I like how you told your role play example like a story, just know that that isnt how role play works; it is turn-based, instead of consecutive
until corrections are made: you are Denied
1) Please expand on.. nearly everything in your application. Especially rp example, and backstory
until corrections are made: you are Denied
1) Please expand on your personality
2) Please add more actions to your role play example
Corrections have been made, hope this fixes everything!
OOC- Remember the rules!
In game name: AquaUmbreon
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: Pacific Time
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Yes, Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I love to role play on lots of servers and this seems to have lots of potential
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: "He who will save us all"
Have you read the lore?: Yes
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name: Jim HardGrave
Nickname (optional): HardGrave or Jim
Motto (optional): It's gonna be alright, I just know it...
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Personality: Mysterious, Keeps to himself most of the time, He's more of a thinker than a doer. He's a good friend, sneaky, He'll stick to his word and do his best to do things the right way, He's very charismatic as well
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 8
Perception- 7
Endurance- 7
Charisma- 8
Intelligence- 8
Agility- 8
Luck- 7
Character's skills: Two handed weapons such as Service Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and is skilled at Parkour
Weakness: Cynophobia (Fear of dogs or rabies), Get's nervous when under pressure, Melee weapons
Karma: Naturally Good
Character's appearance: He has dark brown hair, Green Eyes (dark), a rough look and Five 'o' Clock shadow
Worn cloths/accessories: Vault Jumpsuit, Trench coat, Padding (Shoulder pads, knee pads) and ammo packs
Gear/weapons: A Pipboy, Service Rifle (If there is no Service Rifle then he'll have a Hunting Rifle), a Machete, a good amount of caps (20 to 30 caps), Ammo (30 to 40 rounds for his gun), Salsibury Steak, a Canteen, and a few stimpacks
Spawn Location: The main road leading to Denver
Character back-story (At least 3 paragraphs with no assuming faction roles): Jim was 17 when he left the warmth safety of the Vault and ventured into the wasteland hoping to find something good out in the wasteland. All he found were ruins and small towns as he headed east, following the road till he found what he was looking for. Trekking across the remains of North America, sticking to the main roads leading to the Colorado area. Meeting new people and enemies, fighting of the harsh creatures of the deadly wasteland that was once a peaceful land. After being out in the wasteland for so long he began to learn it's ways and was molded by it's ways finding ways to survive from scavenging and making allies to aid him when he needed it most. The wasteland was a place that he thought he wouldn't survive but like a student learning from a teacher, he learned new skills that would help him better himself out there, learning who to trust and not to trust. He did not stay in one place, but he kept on moving trying to find something good, so he continued to follow the road.
Thus he did as he told himself he'd do and stayed on the roads stopping when he needed to and traveled when he knew it was best. After finally finding Colorado he continued into the state hoping to find something good, and that's when he after traveling many miles and found himself standing in front of Denver and he grinned continuing his journey into Denver.
Denied.
You're SPECIAL points are still way to high. Tyler already told you, and it even says right in the app that you can only have a max of 40.
Do this: First of all, add up all the points before submitting your app again. Start with 5 in every category, and then add 10 points in whatever way you see fit, so long as you EXPLAIN YOUR SPECIAL POINTS IN YOUR BACKSTORY.
Speaking of which, that's way to vague. Please add detail to all of it, but especially the part about growing up in a Vault (What's the Vault number? What happened? How long was it closed? What was the experiment? Why did it open, why did you leave, and how many people left? Things like that). And then pleased add a lot more detail and story about yourself after arriving in Denver. Applications are not allowed to end with just arriving in Denver.
Until these things are corrected, denied
In game name: alexheiker
Age: 15, 16 in December.
Gender: Male
Country or time-zone: USA, Eastern
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): Fallout 3 and Fallout New Vegas
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've known twizzler for a while and this server looks like it's going to be amazing.
What lies in the shadow of the statue?: He who will save us all.
Have you read the lore?: Yes. It asks to list the lore in your words so:
Fallout Reclamation takes place in 2284 in Colorado wastes. Dog City got overran by feral dogs and the people of dog city had to hide up in high buildings because of the dogs, the raiders, and the Legion. North east has the radiated ruins of Boulder, which is completely filled with a deadly new plague, and is not safe to travel through without a very strong hazmat suit.
IC- The more detail, the better!
Name:Chris Coffin
Nickname (optional):
Motto (optional):
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: He is easy to befriend, but has a short temper and gets ed easily. He is usually a good guy, but sometimes slips and does bad things such as stealing, and raiding.
Character's SPECIAL (max total: 40):
Strength- 8
Perception- 3
Endurance- 5
Charisma- 5
Intelligence- 5
Agility- 6
Luck- 8
Character's skills: Good with guns, he is sneaky, and is also good with melee weapons
Weaknesses: He has bad eye-site and can't see far because of an accident that happened when he was younger.
Karma: neutral
Character's appearance: Long white hair, wearing a red beret and has red eyes. He is tan and wears a Black coat with a white and wrap that goes around his body from his left shoulder down to his right hip and around his waist he's also wearing gray jeans.
Worn cloths/accessories: I said it in the appearance.
Gear/weapons: no
Spawn Location: A small snowy town in the mountains, untouched by the bombs and people, but left to weather
RP example (At least 2 paragraphs):
*Chris and Cid are walking around a town in Salt Lake city*
Chris: Cid.
Cid: Yeah?
Chris: You see that guy in that corner that looks like he's tweakin' bad?
Cid: Yeah, so?
Chris: And you see that guy in a black coat going over to 'em?
Cid: Yeah..?
Chris: He's gonna try to sell drugs to him. We're low on caps...so.. when he sells it to the addict, want to go mug him?
Cid: No, Chris! What the hell is wrong with you?
Chris: Alright, Cid. We'll find another way of getting caps then.
Cid: What if I wasn't here? You would have mugged him for the caps, wouldn't you?
Chris: Yeah, shuttup.. let's go find some food, I'm starving!
Cid: Yeah, sure. Fine.
Chris and Cid are brothers, born in Salt Lake City, and born on the same days too. Cid died at only 18, and he was the one keeping Chris in check for a while. Chris would have been a rebel, if it wasn't for his brother. Chris learned because of Cid, Chris would have probably been dead if it wasn't for Cid, Cid was the best thing for Chris, and he would do anything to have Cid back. Chris still dreads the day Cid died.. Cid died, with Chris. They were traveling to Colorado, to meet some old friends from when they were younger, and a rad scorpion came up and stabbed Cid in the leg, leaving a gashing hole. Chris didn't notice that, and he went on ahead of Cid, didn't even notice he wasn't following him. Once he noticed, he ran back to where the scorpion was, saw that Cid was still alive, lying on the ground crying holding his stomach. Chris panicked didn't have anything for the poison. Chris picked up Cid, and ran as fast as he could with Cid on his back, he ran to the closest city he could find, it was about 3 miles away. When they were about 10 minutes away from the city, he stopped hearing his brother cry, but didn't stop running. He refused to stop, by the time they got to city, it was too late.. Cid was gone.. Chris was looking around and found a wastelander and asked what city they were in, and he told Chris, "Son, you're in Denver."
Now, you may be wondering why they were such close brothers, and what happened to Chris that made his eyes red and his hair white. Well, it all starts from when he was younger. Cid was born about an hour before Chris, and Cid as a kid always bragged about being the older brother, and Chris didn't care that much. Cid was more of the goody-goody, nerdier brother, while Chris has always been more of the better at sports, stronger, but not as smart as his other brother, type of kid. Chris was a kid who liked to cause a lot of mischief but Cid always helped him and told him what was the right thing to do in the situation, so they were the perfect team. They got so close because, well, they had no other thing to do. They were at such a young age when their parents died. They were about 10 at the time their mother died, but their father died when they were only 8. Their mother was sick for a few months and that's when they became very close. They went out and always hunted the food together. Cid would make traps while Chris would just go out and hunt the bigger animals. But being together and catching their food together was something they liked doing. But one day, Chris got lost in the wastelands and was hearing a very strange sound. Like somebody, or something vomiting. He went around to check it out, and got ambushed by a group of 8 giant evolved centaurs and was knocked out by a pit full of radiated water slowly sending radiation into Chris' body. Cid realized that Chris was gone and ran looking for him, and found him with the centaur's around him. Cid killed them, all of them. He went to wake up Chris and something changed.. He had white hair, and glowing red eyes. He seemed stronger, but his perception seemed a lot lower.