IGN: the_gastly_ghost
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: alot of games, fallout 3 and new vegas oblivion, ect
Why Us: i love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends
IC
Name: Kahn
Gender: male
Age: 17
Appearance: strong, shy medium build
Personality: a sad loner
Occupation: survivor
Skills: recon, and tech
rp examples: "some people call them demons, i call them BITCHS", and:"so, kahn we meet again but this time its just me, my gun, and you" brutes(see backstory) tells kahn, getting his gun out of his holster "so your just going to shoot me like that, typical of the legion to do" kahn replies
"no, i , unlike you Kahn, have some honor" Brutes throws Kahn a 10 mm pistol
"so lets get right to it now" Kahn Says then rapidly pulls the trigger.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): well Kahn was a child of the Great Kahns he was taken from his family at a young age then, taken by bandits. he excaped from the bandits then when he got home he discovered that the legion had killed them or worse enslaved them. Kahn then found out where they were going and had tryed to rescue them. He found the legion camp, and found his parents, his dad dead, his mom a slave, and his brother going into a tent. Soon kahn chose to follow his brother. When he then Saw his Brother in the camp he saw a Legion commander stab his brother, he ran crying to his mother, she rejosed with happyness but a recrute walked in and sounded the alarm. then 5 men aproched, Kahn was not going to become a slave so he killed all of them, but in the fighting his mom died, he had to run away. there were just to many of them, and brutes soon ran off now kahn is out to kill everylast member of the legion, and mostly brutes
IGN:michaeldawg101
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Assloads. Everything from different Minecraft Rps to GMod to HL2DM.
Why Us:I'm very interested in the warfare and the entire survival aspect of the Fallout series incorporated into Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:All of weekends, most of weekdays 3:30PM- 1:00AM EST
IC
Name:Michael Deowd
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Tall with a small scar on his left cheek. His left hand shows signs of bad burns on it, although they seem pretty old.
Fears:Fires, Spiders, and paranoid about aliens.
Personality:He's a shady man who likes to keep to himself, however he will die for those he cares about and is one of the most dedicated people he knows.(:smile.gif:)
Occupation:Currently nothing. He was a skilled machinist before the war however he's more of a loner now. He sometimes "prospects" houses, but he mostly hunts to find food to survive.
Skills:Good eyesight, good crafter, quick hands, good hand-eye coordination.
Nickname (Optional):Shady
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mike:"Come on lets see if we can't find anything in these ruins."
/me walks towards the ruins ahead of him.
Man:"Alright, lets see here."
Mike:"I'll start on this side."
/me begins to look through the ruins.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Michael "Shady" Deowd was a skilled machinist in the automotive industry before the world became a blackened, ruined, **** hole. He worked for ten years as a mechanic fixing and fabricating pieces of automotive technology and bodies. He never really had a family, his mother died when he was eleven and his father left him for dead at age thirteen. He was taken in by a family that merely fed and clothed him. He didn't attend school and he was forced at a young age to work almost as a slave for his "father" on the automobiles his father bought and sold.
When he was seventeen Michael was hired by a local auto-repair business and impressed the owners/managers with his amazing skill coming into the business with no prior professional experience. They offered him promotions time after time but he refused to do so. Repetitively he just ignored all of the people that offered him things and he worked on his projects. He earned his nickname "Shady" this way.
OOC
IGN:toxikavenger
Role-Play Exp.:ive played every fallout even tactics ive played ive played ever elder scrolls didnt beat 1 or 2
and ive played on 1 rp server
Why Us:i love the idea of fallout and minercraft
Time You Can Dedicate:i can dedicate a lot of time but for a while i wont be on cause of the release of skyrim
IC:
Name:Jimmy chase
Gender:M
Age:17
RP Example:[billy] grab the tech and lets go [jimmy] wait i see a raider kills raider grabs items fro m the bin [chest]
Backstory:he lived in his parents farm at age 16. he was happy living there he had a relationship with sammie smith. a month after his 17th birthday a group of raiders killed the entire town. he was the only survivor he saw his old girlfriend dead among the rest of the town the blood make him sick he scavenged what he could find.[which wasnt much] he realized he needed to leave armed with a combat knife he reached the mojave wasteland.ready for what it had for him.
In-game-name:toxikavenger
In-Character name:jimmy chase
In-game-character-age:17
Special talents?:killing,a lilttle bit of building and a lil bit of redstone
Why the Enclave?: i like the fact of estabalishing the old america the one we all know and love
What Branch do you want to be in?: i would like to be in the tesla branch
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?:always and forever loyal
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: i will never disobey
I have posted this a couple pages back, though I don't believe any white lister will be going back there, so I am reposting on this page, hopefully you don't mind.
IGN:Dull
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I've had a little experience with roleplaying, roleplayed on some faction and prison servers and what not.
Why Us: I've been a big fan of the fallout games, played through fallout 3 and new vegas numerous times.
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends on the day, pretty busy with school now-a-days. Probably a couple hours on weekends, prob not as much on weekdays.
IC
Name: Lennard
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Appearance:Pale, old torn up suit
Fears: Deathclaws,
Personality: Tends think he is the only one right, quite stubborn, intelligent
Occupation: Former Legion Member
Skills: Skilled with a blade and mostly melee weapons
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
As night falls, an old figure enters a bar. With a knife clutched in one hand, the other pressed tightly against his thigh. He sternly asks, "Give me a glass of your strongest ale." With his extensive knowledge of medicine, he carefully applies a piece of cloth and ale to disinfect his wound.
Barman - "What happened to you tough guy, and where did you learn to take care of yourself like that?"
Lennard - "I ran into a Super Mutant on the way here, made quick work of him, though he managed to get a shot of me."
Barman - "Well that explains your wounds, now how did you learn how to take care of yourself?"
Lennard -"Ever heard of the Legion?"
Barman - "No... You got something to say about them?"
Lennard - "A bunch of pussies, though I learned a lot from them. I was a former medic for the Legion, I also picked up a thing or two about how to work with a blade."
Barman - "Interesting."
The barman quickly pulls out a 10mm pistol and attempts to shoot Lennard. However, Lennard swiftly throws his knife just in time. Blood gushing out of his throat, the barman gasps, "Hail the Legion!" Lennard takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and crosses out another name, of his long list, and finishes the rest of his ale.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Lennard's mother was very nice, often pampering him and spoiling him whenever possible. His father however, was a *******. Lennard's father was a heavy drinker, and often abused him. At the age of 7, his mother become very ill with a severe case of radiation poisoning. At the age of 13, his mother died of radiation poisoning. His father, unaffected by this matter, continued to drink and what not. However, Lennard would take no more of his father's nonsense and slit his throat in his sleep. After this experience, Lennard gained a sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement. Seeking a thirst for more, he made a bold move and joined the Legion.
Lennard thought his father was bad, though he had no clue what the Legion would be like. With little experience with the outside world, he was quite naive. To say the least, Lennard hated the time he spent with the Legion. However, he met several great friends and picked up some useful skills. He joined and trained as a medic. However, whilst in a fight with the NCR, Lennard gained a sudden adrenaline, similar to the one he had with his father. He quickly rushed the troopers and made mince meat of them. Although not many know, he knows his blade like he knows the back of his own hand.
Years later, at the old age of 39, he has finally come to realize of the horrible things he has done. Often times he sleeps at night and has dreams of his sick mother, and often wakes up, sweating and gasping for breath. Seeking redemption from the crimes he has committed, he has a list of enemies he wishes to exterminate.
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IC
Full Name: Lennard Dunn
Specialization (Spy, Fighter, Farmer): Fighter
Why The Independence: After being a former Legion member, Lennard understands the crimes of all factions
IGN:squeky516
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Played in many servers that require role playing and play many rpgs
Why Us:I just started to play fallout and i found it quite intesiting running back and forth looking stuff up so it makes it alot eaiseir and i also love minecraft so i thought i could have lots of fun.
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00 to 9:00
IC
Name:Cole Shafer
Gender:M
Age:23
Fears:Mutants
Personality:Mature,Loyal,Hardworking
Skills:Explosives,Firearms,Crafting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example:Cole:*Pulls out smg and whispers* Okay. Theres 2 guards on 3 we kill them.
Other soldier:*Nods and crawls silently into the hall*
Cole:*whispers* 3...2...1 *fires smg at guards* good job lets go
Backstory: I was born and raised in a small camp in the capital wasteland. It was pretty nice even in the wasteland. The town hall was a nice and cozy wooden structure at the north end of the town. The houses were basicly holes in the ground with beds and a place to cook. One day mutants attacked the village and killed almost everyone. The only survivors were a 10 year old kid named Cole and some 14 year olds. We became freinds quickly and searched the city for supplies. We barely had any luck but we found some weapons. We found transportaition and drove off in search of another town. We found another lil town but the villagers werent so freindly. The villagers shot at us and attacked us. We had barely any weapons so we quickly fled only to find more abandond camps and cities. We soon gave up hoope and pithced a tent and started a new civilazation. Ounce i turned 20 i was apointed scout and was set off in a quest to find more supplies. One month after i was sent off some raiders shot my vehicle and it crashed into a nearby hill. I was left unconsious with no equipment in my wreked truck. I finnaly woke up with no gas left and i had no idea where i was going... So i got off my bum and kept walking with no where to go. I Eventually got to the mojave suprisingly unscaved. Turns out the place was just like the capital (exept no super-duper marts). I eventually figured out theres still fighting and betrayel going on. I was still looking for supplies knowing i was eventually going to take sides and help stop all this maddness. Now all i have to do now is finish my quest and bring justice to the land.
IGN: TheAce44
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, your the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, i'm here for payment
stranger- fool.. do you not realize what you have done! that package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. and now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. you fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john ha had enough. in this vault, the social experiment was to keep every one as non unique as possible. instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. all people were biologically engineered to look the same. all were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. but john just never fit the mold. for on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. so, on his 17th birthady, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitense, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a pre war poster "las vegas, the city of dreams. find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. that was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. he began his trek from oregon into nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
when he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. this is where the quest begins
IGN: TheAce44
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, your the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, i'm here for payment
stranger- fool.. do you not realize what you have done! that package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. and now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. you fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john ha had enough. in this vault, the social experiment was to keep every one as non unique as possible. instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. all people were biologically engineered to look the same. all were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. but john just never fit the mold. for on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. so, on his 17th birthady, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitense, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a pre war poster "las vegas, the city of dreams. find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. that was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. he began his trek from oregon into nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
when he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. this is where the quest begins
i like your backstory just do a spellcheck :biggrin.gif:
i took squeaky516's advice to check spelling, and my GOD! there were a ton of errors. I thought my key board was messed up, but geez. i realize this will probably ding my chances of getting in (the whole spelling rule and what not) but i'm going to re-submit my app, i'm very sorry for the inconvenience.
IGN: TheAce44
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, you’re the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
Me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, I’m here for payment
stranger- fool.. Do you not realize what you have done! That package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. And now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. You fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john has had enough. In this vault, the social experiment was to keep everyone as non-unique as possible. Instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. All people were biologically engineered to look the same. All were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. But john just never fit the mold. For on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. So, on his 17th birthday, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitance, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a prewar poster "lass Vegas, the city of dreams. Find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. That was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. He began his trek from Oregon into Nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
When he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. This is where the quest begins
i took squeaky516's advice to check spelling, and my GOD! there were a ton of errors. I thought my key board was messed up, but geez. i realize this will probably ding my chances of getting in (the whole spelling rule and what not) but i'm going to re-submit my app, i'm very sorry for the inconvenience.
IGN: TheAce44
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, you’re the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
Me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, I’m here for payment
stranger- fool.. Do you not realize what you have done! That package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. And now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. You fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john has had enough. In this vault, the social experiment was to keep everyone as non-unique as possible. Instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. All people were biologically engineered to look the same. All were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. But john just never fit the mold. For on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. So, on his 17th birthday, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitance, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a prewar poster "lass Vegas, the city of dreams. Find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. That was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. He began his trek from Oregon into Nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
When he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. This is where the quest begins
now its true awesome sauce (btw im not a whitelister)
IGN:Stephen1969
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I have done some role-playing but not lots i try my best at it
Why Us:I have alawys played fallout 3 even if i am 14 i love it alot i have played it alot and i have not seen many fallout 3 severs like yours
Time You Can Dedicate:I can play for a long time cause i don't sleep so about 12 hours or more
IC
Name:Stephen
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:wears a black Coat and every thing eles he wears is black
Fears:To see his loved ones die or death it self to be near him
Personality:A Kind hearted man at times
Occupation:Just a man looking for jobs
Skills:Good at holding a gun bad at hiting people with meele
Nickname (Optional):Golden hearted
RP Example (Add Dialogue):...I am Stephen i came from a far off town*gives hand to shake* i hope we can be friends...Oh the encalve...They are like killers to me*looks down at drink* any why you sould go...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Stephen the golden hearted man comes out of one of the feared Vaults that he hides in at times to get away from the raiders and hunters He May look evil but he is a man who earns trust if you hurt a freind of his you better hide cause he will hunt you down for a long time till he has you gone if he can't find you in 1 week he gives up and never talk to him about HIs family his family was killed by the enclave years ago and says this to them "you killers you are nothing but killers who think they can rebuild this land well fix it by useing the blood on your hands..." then he walks off he sometimes does not even talk to them The golden hearted was given to him by many for he gives away anything that helps he is a kind man but you hurt a freind or him you see what happens
/back needs to be removed. it makes all fights point less. Why kill some one if they re gonna just hit / back after words and spam you from behind. Its totaly not RP. and a lot of the less mature players spam it during wars. Also ther needs to be some sort of rule system for wars. i dont think /back, greifin, or 3 factions with a lot of players vs 4 people in one faction is fair or RP acceptable. It really kills the whole fallout theme, and does nothing but **** off most players takeing part in those wars.
/back needs to be removed. it makes all fights point less. Why kill some one if they re gonna just hit / back after words and spam you from behind. Its totaly not RP. and a lot of the less mature players spam it during wars. Also ther needs to be some sort of rule system for wars. i dont think /back, greifin, or 3 factions with a lot of players vs 4 people in one faction is fair or RP acceptable. It really kills the whole fallout theme, and does nothing but **** off most players takeing part in those wars.
IGN:mrgrudge
AGE:21
Role play EXP: quite a lot mincraft and other
Why us:it seems like a great idea mixing to great games not to mention my love of post apocaliptic scenarios.
Time you can dedicate: on the weekends and most days of the week.
ic
name:jake harrison
age:35
appernece:wheres a long taterd over coat and fedora he is blind in one eye with a scar on one side of his face and scatchy stubble covering his chin and a shotgun slung on his back.
Fears:to see aonther friend die and knowin it was his fault.
pesonality:a gruff and angry man who keeps his saddness pent up.
Ocupation:bounty hunter or as he puts it a exterminator.
skills:good a ending somebodys life.
Nickname:loner
rp example:"are you jake harrison" Me"whats it too you" "I have a job for you" i turn around and put down my drink"whats the job".
Backstory:jake was born and a brothel and abonded at an early age he learned to fend for himself eventuly he was found and raised by a scavenger named ashcan pete he was kind and taught jake the basics of sacveging and leaning to live off the land. on jakes 18 birth day pete gave him a pistol jake was elated and went out to practice right away whaen jake came back pete had bin buctherd by maruders and from that day on jake swore to avenge pete his only friend and closest thing to a father.jake became a bounty hunter to wipe the scum from of the earth.jake has taken on sevral partners each of wich have died he now refuses to take on partners and let more pepole die.
Hi, I already applied and I'd like to change my RP background. Please let me know if it is accepted or denied.
IC
Name: Sean Kamari
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wearing a tattered and bloody US Special Operations Sgt. suit, white male, short brown hair, skinny, and green eyes
Fears: Large bodys of water, heights
Personality: Very nice, brave, straight, does drugs on occasion
Occupation: U.S Special Operations unit of 2016
Skills: Extremely accurate with guns, able to run at high speeds of 23 miles per hour
Nickname (Optional): Sgt. First Class Kamari
Backstory : Sean was born in Jacksonville of North Carolina. He had about 4 friends his age (12) on his road, and they were Steve Cartridge, Michael Lakon, Mark Reagen, and Koni Sharii. At the year of 2009, Mark Reagen died, and it was a great tragedy for the three of them. At the age of 22, Sean enrolled for the army. He fought against the Russians for about 6 years. Once the Russian war was over, Sean did alot of things on his free time. One day, he was out hiking when he heard a loud, strange noise. A blue light was created over him, and all gravity was lost. He began to be sucked up into a huge dial looking ship, as he pulled out his pistol and fired off 7 rounds. He was then brought into the ship, and approached by 4 green men in shiny gray suits. They carried him to his holding cell, where a black male was sitting in the corner of the room crying. He looked around the age of 27, but he couldnt tell who he was due to the fact that he was facing the wall. Sean began banging on the walls, trying to find a way out. The black male turned out of the corner. He said there was no way possible out from this hell cage. The four men approached them around 6 hours later. They were carried to cryotubes, and frozen solid. Sean woke up in the middle of a desert. Sean was bloody and dirt covered. He had a piece of metal sticking into his right arm. He slowly pulled it out of his flesh, and got up. He was dazed and confused. He looked up at the grayish sky. He pulled a saline from his camping bag and covered his right arm with it. He then walked from the ship as a wastelander approached him. The wastelander asked him what happened, and Sean simply ignored her. The only thing he said was "What year was it". Once he heard her responce, he was shocked. This is where Sean's story begins.
IGN:mrgrudge
AGE:21
Role play EXP: quite a lot mincraft and other
Why us:it seems like a great idea mixing to great games not to mention my love of post apocaliptic scenarios.
Time you can dedicate: on the weekends and most days of the week.
ic
name:jake harrison
age:35
appernece:wheres a long taterd over coat and fedora he is blind in one eye with a scar on one side of his face and scatchy stubble covering his chin and a shotgun slung on his back.
Fears:to see aonther friend die and knowin it was his fault.
pesonality:a gruff and angry man who keeps his saddness pent up.
Ocupation:bounty hunter or as he puts it a exterminator.
skills:good a ending somebodys life.
Nickname:loner
rp example:"are you jake harrison" Me"whats it too you" "I have a job for you" i turn around and put down my drink"whats the job".
Backstory:jake was born and a brothel and abonded at an early age he learned to fend for himself eventuly he was found and raised by a scavenger named ashcan pete he was kind and taught jake the basics of sacveging and leaning to live off the land. on jakes 18 birth day pete gave him a pistol jake was elated and went out to practice right away whaen jake came back pete had bin buctherd by maruders and from that day on jake swore to avenge pete his only friend and closest thing to a father.jake became a bounty hunter to wipe the scum from of the earth.jake has taken on sevral partners each of wich have died he now refuses to take on partners and let more pepole die.
Think your Bakstory is kinda small ..
IGN:michaeldawg101
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Assloads. Everything from different Minecraft Rps to GMod to HL2DM.
Why Us:I'm very interested in the warfare and the entire survival aspect of the Fallout series incorporated into Minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate:All of weekends, most of weekdays 3:30PM- 1:00AM EST
IC
Name:Michael Deowd
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Tall with a small scar on his left cheek. His left hand shows signs of bad burns on it, although they seem pretty old.
Fears:Fires, Spiders, and paranoid about aliens.
Personality:He's a shady man who likes to keep to himself, however he will die for those he cares about and is one of the most dedicated people he knows.(:smile.gif:)
Occupation:Currently nothing. He was a skilled machinist before the war however he's more of a loner now. He sometimes "prospects" houses, but he mostly hunts to find food to survive.
Skills:Good eyesight, good crafter, quick hands, good hand-eye coordination.
Nickname (Optional):Shady
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Mike:"Come on lets see if we can't find anything in these ruins."
/me walks towards the ruins ahead of him.
Man:"Alright, lets see here."
Mike:"I'll start on this side."
/me begins to look through the ruins.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Michael "Shady" Deowd was a skilled machinist in the automotive industry before the world became a blackened, ruined, **** hole. He worked for ten years as a mechanic fixing and fabricating pieces of automotive technology and bodies. He never really had a family, his mother died when he was eleven and his father left him for dead at age thirteen. He was taken in by a family that merely fed and clothed him. He didn't attend school and he was forced at a young age to work almost as a slave for his "father" on the automobiles his father bought and sold.
When he was seventeen Michael was hired by a local auto-repair business and impressed the owners/managers with his amazing skill coming into the business with no prior professional experience. They offered him promotions time after time but he refused to do so. Repetitively he just ignored all of the people that offered him things and he worked on his projects. He earned his nickname "Shady" this way.
IGN:toxikavenger
Role-Play Exp.:ive played every fallout even tactics ive played ive played ever elder scrolls didnt beat 1 or 2
and ive played on 1 rp server
Why Us:i love the idea of fallout and minercraft
Time You Can Dedicate:i can dedicate a lot of time but for a while i wont be on cause of the release of skyrim
IC:
Name:Jimmy chase
Gender:M
Age:17
RP Example:[billy] grab the tech and lets go [jimmy] wait i see a raider kills raider grabs items fro m the bin [chest]
Backstory:he lived in his parents farm at age 16. he was happy living there he had a relationship with sammie smith. a month after his 17th birthday a group of raiders killed the entire town. he was the only survivor he saw his old girlfriend dead among the rest of the town the blood make him sick he scavenged what he could find.[which wasnt much] he realized he needed to leave armed with a combat knife he reached the mojave wasteland.ready for what it had for him.
In-Character name:jimmy chase
In-game-character-age:17
Special talents?:killing,a lilttle bit of building and a lil bit of redstone
Why the Enclave?: i like the fact of estabalishing the old america the one we all know and love
What Branch do you want to be in?: i would like to be in the tesla branch
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?:always and forever loyal
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: i will never disobey
IGN:Dull
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I've had a little experience with roleplaying, roleplayed on some faction and prison servers and what not.
Why Us: I've been a big fan of the fallout games, played through fallout 3 and new vegas numerous times.
Time You Can Dedicate: Depends on the day, pretty busy with school now-a-days. Probably a couple hours on weekends, prob not as much on weekdays.
IC
Name: Lennard
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Appearance:Pale, old torn up suit
Fears: Deathclaws,
Personality: Tends think he is the only one right, quite stubborn, intelligent
Occupation: Former Legion Member
Skills: Skilled with a blade and mostly melee weapons
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
As night falls, an old figure enters a bar. With a knife clutched in one hand, the other pressed tightly against his thigh. He sternly asks, "Give me a glass of your strongest ale." With his extensive knowledge of medicine, he carefully applies a piece of cloth and ale to disinfect his wound.
Barman - "What happened to you tough guy, and where did you learn to take care of yourself like that?"
Lennard - "I ran into a Super Mutant on the way here, made quick work of him, though he managed to get a shot of me."
Barman - "Well that explains your wounds, now how did you learn how to take care of yourself?"
Lennard -"Ever heard of the Legion?"
Barman - "No... You got something to say about them?"
Lennard - "A bunch of pussies, though I learned a lot from them. I was a former medic for the Legion, I also picked up a thing or two about how to work with a blade."
Barman - "Interesting."
The barman quickly pulls out a 10mm pistol and attempts to shoot Lennard. However, Lennard swiftly throws his knife just in time. Blood gushing out of his throat, the barman gasps, "Hail the Legion!" Lennard takes a piece of paper out of his pocket and crosses out another name, of his long list, and finishes the rest of his ale.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Lennard's mother was very nice, often pampering him and spoiling him whenever possible. His father however, was a *******. Lennard's father was a heavy drinker, and often abused him. At the age of 7, his mother become very ill with a severe case of radiation poisoning. At the age of 13, his mother died of radiation poisoning. His father, unaffected by this matter, continued to drink and what not. However, Lennard would take no more of his father's nonsense and slit his throat in his sleep. After this experience, Lennard gained a sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement. Seeking a thirst for more, he made a bold move and joined the Legion.
Lennard thought his father was bad, though he had no clue what the Legion would be like. With little experience with the outside world, he was quite naive. To say the least, Lennard hated the time he spent with the Legion. However, he met several great friends and picked up some useful skills. He joined and trained as a medic. However, whilst in a fight with the NCR, Lennard gained a sudden adrenaline, similar to the one he had with his father. He quickly rushed the troopers and made mince meat of them. Although not many know, he knows his blade like he knows the back of his own hand.
Years later, at the old age of 39, he has finally come to realize of the horrible things he has done. Often times he sleeps at night and has dreams of his sick mother, and often wakes up, sweating and gasping for breath. Seeking redemption from the crimes he has committed, he has a list of enemies he wishes to exterminate.
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IC
Full Name: Lennard Dunn
Specialization (Spy, Fighter, Farmer): Fighter
Why The Independence: After being a former Legion member, Lennard understands the crimes of all factions
Will You Assist The Resistance To The End: yes
Are You Dedicated: yes
We'll see you in Novac.
IGN:squeky516
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:Played in many servers that require role playing and play many rpgs
Why Us:I just started to play fallout and i found it quite intesiting running back and forth looking stuff up so it makes it alot eaiseir and i also love minecraft so i thought i could have lots of fun.
Time You Can Dedicate:3:00 to 9:00
IC
Name:Cole Shafer
Gender:M
Age:23
Fears:Mutants
Personality:Mature,Loyal,Hardworking
Skills:Explosives,Firearms,Crafting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example:Cole:*Pulls out smg and whispers* Okay. Theres 2 guards on 3 we kill them.
Other soldier:*Nods and crawls silently into the hall*
Cole:*whispers* 3...2...1 *fires smg at guards* good job lets go
Backstory: I was born and raised in a small camp in the capital wasteland. It was pretty nice even in the wasteland. The town hall was a nice and cozy wooden structure at the north end of the town. The houses were basicly holes in the ground with beds and a place to cook. One day mutants attacked the village and killed almost everyone. The only survivors were a 10 year old kid named Cole and some 14 year olds. We became freinds quickly and searched the city for supplies. We barely had any luck but we found some weapons. We found transportaition and drove off in search of another town. We found another lil town but the villagers werent so freindly. The villagers shot at us and attacked us. We had barely any weapons so we quickly fled only to find more abandond camps and cities. We soon gave up hoope and pithced a tent and started a new civilazation. Ounce i turned 20 i was apointed scout and was set off in a quest to find more supplies. One month after i was sent off some raiders shot my vehicle and it crashed into a nearby hill. I was left unconsious with no equipment in my wreked truck. I finnaly woke up with no gas left and i had no idea where i was going... So i got off my bum and kept walking with no where to go. I Eventually got to the mojave suprisingly unscaved. Turns out the place was just like the capital (exept no super-duper marts). I eventually figured out theres still fighting and betrayel going on. I was still looking for supplies knowing i was eventually going to take sides and help stop all this maddness. Now all i have to do now is finish my quest and bring justice to the land.
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, your the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, i'm here for payment
stranger- fool.. do you not realize what you have done! that package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. and now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. you fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john ha had enough. in this vault, the social experiment was to keep every one as non unique as possible. instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. all people were biologically engineered to look the same. all were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. but john just never fit the mold. for on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. so, on his 17th birthady, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitense, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a pre war poster "las vegas, the city of dreams. find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. that was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. he began his trek from oregon into nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
when he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. this is where the quest begins
i like your backstory just do a spellcheck :biggrin.gif:
lol, my keyboard is a little busted right now, ill try harder net time :smile.gif:
IGN: TheAce44
Age: 15 3/4
Role-Play Exp.: not much sadly
Why Us: i have been looking for a place to start role playing for a while, and fallout is something i know a lot about
Time You Can Dedicate: weekends any time, week days, about maybe 3 hours
Name: John 7025
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: very standard, brown hair, brown eyes medium build
Fears: wasteland creatures
Personality: kindhearted at first, until betrayed
Occupation: general mercenary (i do whatever it takes to make money
Skills: conversation, small arms
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
stranger- hey... hey you! in the vault suit
me- who... me?
Stranger- yeah dumb ass, you’re the only one in the god damned store, of course i men you!
Me- no need to get testy sir, what do you need?
stranger- i got a package that needs delivered, you interested
me- depends, what in it for me
stranger- how about... how about this nice new plasma riffle
me- Heck yeah
*later after finishing the job
me- ok, I’m here for payment
stranger- fool.. Do you not realize what you have done! That package had a mini nuke with a detonator on it. And now you will be responsible for the death of hundreds. You fell right into my plan! ALL GLORY TO THE LEGION!
me- you sick son of a *****, you will never live again
*pulls out revolver
legionary- if you kill me, the legion will find you, kill you, and mount your pathetic head on a pike for all to see
me- Damn the consequences
*fires 3 well placed shots to the head
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After living in vault 91 his whole life, john has had enough. In this vault, the social experiment was to keep everyone as non-unique as possible. Instead of last names, people were given a serial number for identification. All people were biologically engineered to look the same. All were mentally conditioned to do as they were told, and think as they were told. But john just never fit the mold. For on the day john was being engendered, a malfunction happened in the incubator that made him resist the training. So, on his 17th birthday, after almost causing a riot in the vault, and nearly breaking all the mental conditioning of its inhabitance, john was kick out, doomed to fend for himself
that is, until he saw a prewar poster "lass Vegas, the city of dreams. Find love, prosperity, and all that your drams desire" it said. That was when john 70- no, just... john, knew where he wanted to go. He began his trek from Oregon into Nevada to find love happiness, and none of those things.
When he arrived, he had nothing, no one, and no hope. This is where the quest begins
now its true awesome sauce (btw im not a whitelister)
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I have done some role-playing but not lots i try my best at it
Why Us:I have alawys played fallout 3 even if i am 14 i love it alot i have played it alot and i have not seen many fallout 3 severs like yours
Time You Can Dedicate:I can play for a long time cause i don't sleep so about 12 hours or more
IC
Name:Stephen
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:wears a black Coat and every thing eles he wears is black
Fears:To see his loved ones die or death it self to be near him
Personality:A Kind hearted man at times
Occupation:Just a man looking for jobs
Skills:Good at holding a gun bad at hiting people with meele
Nickname (Optional):Golden hearted
RP Example (Add Dialogue):...I am Stephen i came from a far off town*gives hand to shake* i hope we can be friends...Oh the encalve...They are like killers to me*looks down at drink* any why you sould go...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Stephen the golden hearted man comes out of one of the feared Vaults that he hides in at times to get away from the raiders and hunters He May look evil but he is a man who earns trust if you hurt a freind of his you better hide cause he will hunt you down for a long time till he has you gone if he can't find you in 1 week he gives up and never talk to him about HIs family his family was killed by the enclave years ago and says this to them "you killers you are nothing but killers who think they can rebuild this land well fix it by useing the blood on your hands..." then he walks off he sometimes does not even talk to them The golden hearted was given to him by many for he gives away anything that helps he is a kind man but you hurt a freind or him you see what happens
Edit: if you want i will add more back story
Thank you. I second this.
IGN:mrgrudge
AGE:21
Role play EXP: quite a lot mincraft and other
Why us:it seems like a great idea mixing to great games not to mention my love of post apocaliptic scenarios.
Time you can dedicate: on the weekends and most days of the week.
ic
name:jake harrison
age:35
appernece:wheres a long taterd over coat and fedora he is blind in one eye with a scar on one side of his face and scatchy stubble covering his chin and a shotgun slung on his back.
Fears:to see aonther friend die and knowin it was his fault.
pesonality:a gruff and angry man who keeps his saddness pent up.
Ocupation:bounty hunter or as he puts it a exterminator.
skills:good a ending somebodys life.
Nickname:loner
rp example:"are you jake harrison" Me"whats it too you" "I have a job for you" i turn around and put down my drink"whats the job".
Backstory:jake was born and a brothel and abonded at an early age he learned to fend for himself eventuly he was found and raised by a scavenger named ashcan pete he was kind and taught jake the basics of sacveging and leaning to live off the land. on jakes 18 birth day pete gave him a pistol jake was elated and went out to practice right away whaen jake came back pete had bin buctherd by maruders and from that day on jake swore to avenge pete his only friend and closest thing to a father.jake became a bounty hunter to wipe the scum from of the earth.jake has taken on sevral partners each of wich have died he now refuses to take on partners and let more pepole die.
Edit: i can change it if you want.
IC
Name: Sean Kamari
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wearing a tattered and bloody US Special Operations Sgt. suit, white male, short brown hair, skinny, and green eyes
Fears: Large bodys of water, heights
Personality: Very nice, brave, straight, does drugs on occasion
Occupation: U.S Special Operations unit of 2016
Skills: Extremely accurate with guns, able to run at high speeds of 23 miles per hour
Nickname (Optional): Sgt. First Class Kamari
Backstory : Sean was born in Jacksonville of North Carolina. He had about 4 friends his age (12) on his road, and they were Steve Cartridge, Michael Lakon, Mark Reagen, and Koni Sharii. At the year of 2009, Mark Reagen died, and it was a great tragedy for the three of them. At the age of 22, Sean enrolled for the army. He fought against the Russians for about 6 years. Once the Russian war was over, Sean did alot of things on his free time. One day, he was out hiking when he heard a loud, strange noise. A blue light was created over him, and all gravity was lost. He began to be sucked up into a huge dial looking ship, as he pulled out his pistol and fired off 7 rounds. He was then brought into the ship, and approached by 4 green men in shiny gray suits. They carried him to his holding cell, where a black male was sitting in the corner of the room crying. He looked around the age of 27, but he couldnt tell who he was due to the fact that he was facing the wall. Sean began banging on the walls, trying to find a way out. The black male turned out of the corner. He said there was no way possible out from this hell cage. The four men approached them around 6 hours later. They were carried to cryotubes, and frozen solid. Sean woke up in the middle of a desert. Sean was bloody and dirt covered. He had a piece of metal sticking into his right arm. He slowly pulled it out of his flesh, and got up. He was dazed and confused. He looked up at the grayish sky. He pulled a saline from his camping bag and covered his right arm with it. He then walked from the ship as a wastelander approached him. The wastelander asked him what happened, and Sean simply ignored her. The only thing he said was "What year was it". Once he heard her responce, he was shocked. This is where Sean's story begins.
21? Worst lie ever... Denied.