i was just building a mob trap and wondered if i had to make it high enough for endermen to spawn in, becuase ive really never seen an endermen and seen a surprizing lack of endermen random griefing.
They used to, but I haven't seen any in a while. Probably still in your best interest to do it though.
History:
The boomers come from vault 34, the most heavily armed vault in existence. The overseer of the vault believed that the vault dwellers did not need the weapons for protection, so the dwellers took over the vault, and the weapons.
After taking the weapons, the vault dwellers decided to leave the vault, and search for a new home in the wasteland.
They wondered for days and nights, being attacked constantly. The more they got attacked, the more they learned. The vault dwellers learned that for every 43.6 savages they killed, one of their own died.
The vault dwellers soon stumbled upon Nellis Airforce base, which had been eradicated by the bombs. The vault dwellers, who carried pipboy 3000's, soon circumvented the radiation, with their Geiger counters.
In 2231, the descendent of vault 34 made Nellis AFB their temporary base, which overtime they decided to call it their home.
The Nellis AFB had records, which the Vault dwellers learned from. They learned the codes to open Area 2, and the Hawthorne Army Depot. The result of their efforts was an enormous stockpile of heavy ordinance, artillery, and a small number of nuclear weapons.
The Vault dwellers paranoia, which was to use explosives on sight, caused the locals to call them the Boomers.
The boomers soon decided that they would use Air force vests over their Vault 34 jump suits.
Technology:
The boomers have quite allot of technology.
All of them carry Pipboy 3000's.
The Boomers use missile launchers, grenade launchers, fat men, and a bunch of old Howitzers.
Lemme know what you think.
I'm interested in joining. I'm accepted but haven't been whitelisted yet. I'd be glad to be a scout or a miner.
IGN:SeanWhite
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Ive been on other RP server and the other fallout ones. I wanna see whos best
Why Us:Your server seems different and unique from the other fallout ones.
Time You Can Dedicate:3-4 hours a day 5 days a week.
IC
Name: Raun Sinve
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Blond hair, Clean shaved, wheres metal pieced armor.
Fears: Fire ants creep the hell outta him. Big bugs is a big no-no
Personality: A nice man but will do whatever it takes to get the job done.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Is good with a gun and has meager experience in hand-to-hand combat. Also has a knack for hacking.
Nickname (Optional): Just Raun
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Feeling the sting of the cold mountain air he puts the scarf tighter around his head. He saw a meager hut in the distance. That was his destination, his objective. As he gets closer a man inside the hut sees him from the distance. It doesn't matter Raun thought I can take him down myself. Raun always thought getting trust was the best way to deal with problems. The man comes rushing out holding a cowboy repeater. The man yells "who goes there?". Raun replies "Im just a hunter looking for a fire and warm meal." The man eyes me down seeing that my clothes are nothing more than thick garbs. He nods and lead me inside. The interior was very cluttered with some space. Anyone would think this man is just a loner, if they didn't have knowledge of what he was really doing up here Raun thought. The man gestured for Raun to sit down at a nearby chair. If i sit down he'll ask questions, perfect Raun than accepted to sit down but first he has a meager question to ask. "Where is the secret room?" asked Raun but the man just stared with his jaw agape. "Where is it?" the man started to sweat, eyes dotting around the room. Raun noticed that his eyes strayed to the corner of the hut. Since Raun had all the knowledge he needed he took out his 9mm pistol and shot the man immediately in the head. Raun than rushed over to the corner of the room and lifted up the brahmin hide rug. There was a latch and Raun pulled and underneath was a ladder. Climbing down the ladder Raun thought if there'd be any traps but dismissed it quickly, the man would have been less panicked if he did. As he touched the floor there was cages everywhere of different animals around the wasteland. There were also so in-between things that was unusual and looked like a split between cazador and rad-scorpion. In the middle of the room was a terminal. As always it was locked with a password and Raun started to use his skills to his advantage and started to hacked the password. He only had a few cables to pull there and... he's in. It was a very low security terminal and started to download the data. He paid good caps for this info and hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. There it was the data he was looking for. This will be very helpful the the Enclave. This mission was relatively un-challenging but the research data the man was doing can help with the different changes of the FEV virus. The man than set a charge and hastily hoisted himself up the ladder. After he went through the door he just kept walking then he heard a big loud boom of the explosive charge he placed. No one will have that data again. Except the Enclave. Raun thought dreadfully he has to walk down the mountain. At least it was clean and no one will know the Enclave did it because the body wont have any plasma residue on it. If they find its remains. Raun kept walking ready for the next mission.
Backstory: Raun was born into the Enclave. His life was all about training and to appease his father. A soldier of the Enclave. When Raun was 15 his father got killed while on a mission during a purification mission. Raun wept for days but still continued his training. This made a deep hatred of all mutants in the heart of him. Raun couldnt wait untill he can shoot a mutant right between the eyes.
When he was 18 he was told by the higher-ups to go on his first mission. He was thrilled. This mission was the get rid of the muties that settled in a nearby building. Only 3 other were assigned. Raun didn't care about them only about the fact he can finally get revenge. As the group of 4 Enclave soldiers got closer to the building Raun's determination rose and he was practically jumping to the fact he'll finally get to shoot them down. The building was relatively solid except for a few holes in the walls here and there. As the group barged in with laser blaring Raun could hear the shrieks of the ghouls dying. During those moments of death for the ghouls Raun knew this was where he belonged. In the field destroying the threats and abominations of the wasteland.
Role-Play Exp.: I have been a part of four serious rp servers, most of which I was either a moderator or some kind of faction leader. I especially like to look for well run rp servers with good admins/mods
Why Us: I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and have been looking all day for a new rp server so this caught my eye for its uniqueness
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays from 3 to about 6 and possibly time after that. Also every weekend
IC
Name: James Booker
Gender: Male
Age:26
RP Example:As I fell to the ground with the boot on my head, I realised this was not a good idea from the start. I have been a mercenary for most of my life, raised up in a cold hearted killing community. Even though I have been known as the Silent Knife, I now lie here with a power armored foot crushing my face into the mud after a failed job. I do not know where I will be from here, but it could easily be hell'a better than that damned Merc. Camp.
BOS JAILER:"State your name and profession"
JAMES: "Look man, I dont want any trouble, just let me go free and everyone stays happy."
BOS JAILER:"You forfeited your freedom when you jumped at the recruit with a machete!"
JAMES:"And he would be bleeding in the wastes if your buddy on that mountain sniped my knife"
BOS JAILER:"Speaking of which, you never did state your profession..."
*James quickly jolts upwards and knocks over the table the jailer is at, disorienting him. James tightly grips the jailer's throat.*
JAMES:"Now again. Give me those nice shiny keys and you won't be like your friend if I hadn't finished the job."
*The jailer reluctantly hands him the keys and James stays at the door*
JAMES:"I thought you would see things my way if your life is on the line"
*James turns around to come face to face with a power-armored helmet. The last he could remember was seeing stars and colors and feeling a tremendous amount of force against his face*
Backstory:
James was only a boy when a pack of raiders swarmed his families house out in the Wasteland. They were a simple family, living as Brahmin ranchers and never hurting anyone. Even so, the raiders attacked viciously killing his parents and leaving only him to hide under a dead Brahmin. Eventually after days of idly wandering, looking for a home he came across a heavily armed group of men that had guns pointed at a man with tattered clothes. James silently watched as the hot lead came from the rifles and into the poor man's flesh. Even after all that, one of the men turned and looked at him and then, James knew what he wanted to do for his life. Life in the camp was hard and pay was extremely minimum. The work and sweat of the job eventually made James come to hate the place. Either way, he was in a group with guns and food, and it sure was a hell of a lot better to be in that camp than in the wasteland. Without the mercenaries he would be inside a coyote's stomach by now.
He got a job to assassinate a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. He always respected the group so he was deeply conflicted about his contract. Either way,the mercenary code is to feel no sympathy towards the target, just carry out the mission. As he crept through a rocky outcropping he could see the target. He couldn't believe his eyes. The "target" was not even close to what he expected. The recruit was not even in the Brotherhood's trademark power armor, and seemed to be out collecting food for the other members. He put that in the back of his mind, no matter how hard that was, and continued sneaking behind the recruit. As the recruit bent down to collect a strange looking plant, James took his chance. He leapt at the recruit with his machete rising outwards toward the sun. He felt something was wrong from how easy the mission was going from the start. He felt his machete fly from his hand and heard a loud bang. He looked up above him and saw that just above the outcropping he was currently at, a Brotherhood sniper stood with his rifle still smoking from the shot. He was forcibly shoved down, face first in the hot Mojave dirt, and just then he realized. His life really sucked.
IGN: moore12
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I played on many rp servers, so i know my stuff.
Why Us: Because your server looks pretty good and serious.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours a day during the weekends, not that much during the rest of the week though
IC
Name: Buju Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example: Just a rouge with a kind heart looking for survival.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When i was a kid i lived with foster parents, they were kind and loyal, my real parents had to abandon me but we never lost contact of each other. I liked to farm an explore as a child, but i never went far. Most of the time i had to work, i worked every job my town had as an volunteer. I did a pretty good job at all of my jobs. I learned tp fight by being a town guard, I learned to farm by being a farmer, I learned to to dig and mine for being a coal miner, and i also learned how to easily cut down trees, even with my bare fists!
One day i went out exploring with the girl i liked and was going to ask out, but i fell in a deep hole, i didnt have my pickaxe or anything with me but a pearl i worked hard for so i couldent get out, my crush went to town to go get help. minutes later i started to hear screaming and shouting, i also heard the sound of stabbing and shooting, suddenly a pickaxe fell into s hole i was in, it was covered in blood. I already knew what was happening. My town got raided. I dug a hole in the hole and covered my self in so i wouldent get caught. After about 15 minutes the yelling stopped. I went up to the surface to find my crush laying in front of the hole i was in, covered in blood. I kissed her corpse (because she is that hot) and put my pearl in her pocket then went to town. It was littered in bodies. I went to go get the remaining resources my town had and went to explore the world. Its been years since that event happened and i am now an experienced adventurer who has fought many beasts and gained many stories to tell. For my name is Buju Jones.
IGN:ackatk123
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I use to play alot of Garrys mod RP servers but then i got bored and stopped but I wont to start in minecraft now.
Why Us: Well, I've been looking for a Server to stay at for a while. And this server fit the bill for me.
Time You Can Dedicate: probably 2 or 3 hours on a weekend or on days I don't have school
IC
Name: Kyle Ackerman
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: A posh looking young man, with short black hair, and some modified vault armor , under which he wears a striped white shirt. He has a mountain mad beared, at all times.
Fears: Nightkin. He's afraid of their ability to become visible and invisible at will.
Personality: Kyle is a very polite and rude at the same time, and seemingly mean individual, but certainly not afraid to get his hands dirty, and he operates in a merc like manner, working for the highest bider.
Occupation: He will wander, and do whatever gets him paid, however, he will peddle goods and kill any one who gets in his way if needed.
Skills: As repeatedly mentioned, he can (And has) killed people who got in his way, but when left to his own devices, he is almost insane.
Nickname (Optional):He has bin called the Devil of Good springs
RP Example:
Megaton guard: Halt wastelander what are you doing around these parts.
Wastelander: I was just wandering around looking for food do you know where I can get some?
Megaton guard: No we only give food to the people who we trust. Whos to know if you just wont to kill use all *puts gun at him*
Wastelander: *Backs away* No need for violence man i just wanted some food.
Megaton guard: Well we just don't know that do we so when I count to ten you better be over that hill and going the other direction. 1, 2, 3, 4,
Wastelander *starts to run and trips* *he hears the Megaton guard at 5, 6, 7,*
Megaton guard *Yells* come on i don't have all day to count for your sorry ass.
Wastelander *jumps over the top of the hill* and screams out of fear, as he plummets 20 feet into the water below.
Megaton guard *sighs* they always fall for it.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):When kyle was born he was in vault 21, His parents both died when he was young. His mother died during birth and his dad died of being an a drunk whos fees caught up with him. Unfortunately all he learned in the vault was to gamble and count cards. In fact he was the one who played Mr.Houses messenger in black jack for the rights to the vault. But unfortunately he was having a bad gambling day so he lost the rights to the vault and got kicked out of it in shame. He went to go live in New Vegas but he got kicked out of all the casinos on the strip and tried to relocate in to freeside. But again he maid bad with the kings and every one else in freeside and eventually was banished from the strip and freeside. So he had to move to good springs where he lives as a peace full settler till one day.
One day when Kyle was walking back from general store he saw a strange man walk in to the saloon. So wondering what was going on Kyle walked in after him and saw that he was a powder ganger. So kyle sat down in a both and started to listen. He over heard that the bar tender owed him some money. When the man started to walk away Kyle got up and fallowed him out and they both where in the back ally. Kyle promptly started to bet the power ganger to death. When the settlers of Good Springs found out that he did that they shunned him. As a lone wonder in the waste Kyle stumbles on to hidden Vally bunkers and trys to take shelter. When Kyle was sleeping strange men garbed him and he woke up in a strange bunker and was told all about the BOS. Then from now on Kyle was accepted as a new member of the Brother Hood of Steel.
Its funny how not many whitelisters whitelist the applications and even if they say you got whitelisted and accepted they're not actually "whitelisted" :sleep.gif:
IGN: TheCreeperSlayer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I Have played on many fallout themed Minecraft servers, along with a bit of roleplaying in a few other games. I'd consider myself to be experienced.
Why Us: Many fallout roleplay themed servers are A. Too strict, B. Too unorganized, or C. Just too immature and this one seems pretty organized, but still has a lot of flexibility for newer players.
Time You Can Dedicate: I have the ability of playing after 5 Central time on weekdays and random times on weekends, because of wrestling.
IC
Name: Shy'del
Gender: Male
Age: Mid to late twenties
Appearance: Tall, athletic build, balded, tannish skin along with a facial scar
Fears: Extreme claustrophobia, ghouls, Medical tools
Personality: Extremely sly, cunning and selfish, willing to backstab many that he isn't fully loyal to for personal gain.
Occupation: Mainly a tradesman with a heavily equipt group of raiders
Skills: Reading, very unexperienced miner, decent rifle shooter, wasteland knowledge
Nickname (Optional): Shy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As he finished picking through all of the corpse's pockets, Shy'del grew extremely angry with his victim's wealth. He threw down his small pistol and cloth he used to wipe his forehead.
"God damnit, this is pointless, we're not going to find any fresh food or water this way." Shy'del said.
"Just be patient, one of them has to have something on them we can eat or drink, be positive.." Suggested the Tixar, his fellow scavenging comrade.
"Whatever."
They continued scavenging.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): From the beginning, he was bread on cheating, lying and killing. A very well equipt raiding gang was his home. He grew up killing, pillaging and trading. No stranger to gore, death, lack of food and disease Shy'del is quite a selfish man. As he lost his position as his gang's caravan runner, he feared that his group was becoming weak, so he left to scavenge for himself. Moving towards the New Vegas area from Utah, he planned on making a new life. He didn't know the area one bit, he'd grown up in Utah which was very different from New Vegas. He had been in small temporary raiding gangs, but all always ended up disbanding. Not knowing much other than the wastelander life style, he was stuck in a rutt.
Eventually meeting a simple private in the Enclave named Tixar he became interested in the faction. He eventually became a caravan driver for one of their trade routes, capturing slaves, etc. Happy with his new role, Shy'del is finally making a name for himself.
So. AllecWillis00 made me and some guy have a building competition. He was to give a reward for whoever one. Once the competition was over, THE MAN DITCHED US. WTFRAGEHAX
Its funny how not many whitelisters whitelist the applications and even if they say you got whitelisted and accepted they're not actually "whitelisted" :sleep.gif:
Its funny how we cant whitelist you on the server.
We merely accept the apps that are posted on this thread.
IGN: Tixar
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I have a good bit of RP and acting experience, for a few years I acted as voice over’s in Germany and was on an episode of "Der Anfang und das Ende."
Why Us: Why not? The server seems a bit more relaxed about everything, and it looks like you have a good player base.
Time You Can Dedicate: There isn’t a set time I could be on every day, Tuesdays, Fridays an Saturdays are the days I can spend the most time on the server.
IC
Name: Tixar
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: 6.2 , light blonde hair somewhat buzz cut, regular build, tanned skin.
Fears: America being taken over by the scum of the brother hood, loosing a fight. Becoming mutated.
Personality: quite, agile, doesn’t give in, doesn’t give up, quick at making split second decisions.
Occupation: Wasteland wanderer, Mercenary.
Skills: skilled with a knife, and pistol, quick, skilled in HtH combat.
Nickname (Optional): Tix
RP Example (Add Dialogue)Night....The time of silent killing, the rush of the hunt, sneaking and moving from place to place to find one ...The feel of a rusty knife dragging through flesh ripping and tearing roughly through sun baked skin, snapping each tendon, cutting each muscle. The cold night breeze across the tired wrinkled face. The feeling of the body going limp ,cold, and lifeless as it slowly slips to the ground. The blank look of death in the eyes…. It feeds the hunger, as blood runs slowly down the knife discoloring the steel until it reaches the edge…. Drip, drip, drip, the blood crashes into the dry cracked ground, seeping into the ground… The godly feeling of taking some one else’s life…. it’s a feeling like no other….. Sighs….. “But soon the hunger will arise again.”
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): born into a military household, raised not like a son but like a soldier, a warrior, a hunter. My Father and Mother were harsh but loving, serving in a military fearless, merciless, restless. On my fifth birthday I was given my first weapon, a new cold, sharp combat knife. My Mother taught me how to how to sneak silently in the night, approaching the target without a sound or worry. At eight I was given my gun, a .45 auto pistol. My Father taught me everything about that gun, how to fix and clean, how to fire it one handed, and how to fire it crippled. I learned that this gun is my life. When I turned 10 I joined the *******, At 12 I learned how to be a true killing machine, by the time I was 18 the ******* was in disarray once again, my parents were accused of spy and shot on right then and there, I left that day. Now I am drifter, I never stay in a once longer than four moon cycles, I travel quickly and quietly, rarely going into town and always living in a abandon shelter, vault, or just underground. I avoid people and do not take to kindly to slavery, I will not hesitate or think twice about pulling the trigger. I went to Utah in hopes of finding a new beginning but all there were was brother hood scum…. I had gotten into an argument with a brother hood knight kill him, after that it was a massacre… So I left Utah and decided to return to New Vegas. On my way I met a man named Shy’del, a former raider, knowing his back ground I decided to travel with him back to New Vegas but have always had my weapon ready on the first sign of betrayal.
Oh I though the Owner said a command you can do :sleep.gif:
Read the Original Post. The command he said is for OPs to use. I.E. the admins can use it. The guys reviewing and accepting/denying the apps are only white-listers. They do not actually have OP status on the server.
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"Either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." ~ Harvey Dent/Two Face, 'The Dark Knight'
Check out my guide on how to apply for a server!
They used to, but I haven't seen any in a while. Probably still in your best interest to do it though.
I'm interested in joining. I'm accepted but haven't been whitelisted yet. I'd be glad to be a scout or a miner.
http://www.twitter.com/PoopCoolbro/
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Ive been on other RP server and the other fallout ones. I wanna see whos best
Why Us:Your server seems different and unique from the other fallout ones.
Time You Can Dedicate:3-4 hours a day 5 days a week.
IC
Name: Raun Sinve
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Blond hair, Clean shaved, wheres metal pieced armor.
Fears: Fire ants creep the hell outta him. Big bugs is a big no-no
Personality: A nice man but will do whatever it takes to get the job done.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Is good with a gun and has meager experience in hand-to-hand combat. Also has a knack for hacking.
Nickname (Optional): Just Raun
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Feeling the sting of the cold mountain air he puts the scarf tighter around his head. He saw a meager hut in the distance. That was his destination, his objective. As he gets closer a man inside the hut sees him from the distance. It doesn't matter Raun thought I can take him down myself. Raun always thought getting trust was the best way to deal with problems. The man comes rushing out holding a cowboy repeater. The man yells "who goes there?". Raun replies "Im just a hunter looking for a fire and warm meal." The man eyes me down seeing that my clothes are nothing more than thick garbs. He nods and lead me inside. The interior was very cluttered with some space. Anyone would think this man is just a loner, if they didn't have knowledge of what he was really doing up here Raun thought. The man gestured for Raun to sit down at a nearby chair. If i sit down he'll ask questions, perfect Raun than accepted to sit down but first he has a meager question to ask. "Where is the secret room?" asked Raun but the man just stared with his jaw agape. "Where is it?" the man started to sweat, eyes dotting around the room. Raun noticed that his eyes strayed to the corner of the hut. Since Raun had all the knowledge he needed he took out his 9mm pistol and shot the man immediately in the head. Raun than rushed over to the corner of the room and lifted up the brahmin hide rug. There was a latch and Raun pulled and underneath was a ladder. Climbing down the ladder Raun thought if there'd be any traps but dismissed it quickly, the man would have been less panicked if he did. As he touched the floor there was cages everywhere of different animals around the wasteland. There were also so in-between things that was unusual and looked like a split between cazador and rad-scorpion. In the middle of the room was a terminal. As always it was locked with a password and Raun started to use his skills to his advantage and started to hacked the password. He only had a few cables to pull there and... he's in. It was a very low security terminal and started to download the data. He paid good caps for this info and hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. There it was the data he was looking for. This will be very helpful the the Enclave. This mission was relatively un-challenging but the research data the man was doing can help with the different changes of the FEV virus. The man than set a charge and hastily hoisted himself up the ladder. After he went through the door he just kept walking then he heard a big loud boom of the explosive charge he placed. No one will have that data again. Except the Enclave. Raun thought dreadfully he has to walk down the mountain. At least it was clean and no one will know the Enclave did it because the body wont have any plasma residue on it. If they find its remains. Raun kept walking ready for the next mission.
Backstory: Raun was born into the Enclave. His life was all about training and to appease his father. A soldier of the Enclave. When Raun was 15 his father got killed while on a mission during a purification mission. Raun wept for days but still continued his training. This made a deep hatred of all mutants in the heart of him. Raun couldnt wait untill he can shoot a mutant right between the eyes.
When he was 18 he was told by the higher-ups to go on his first mission. He was thrilled. This mission was the get rid of the muties that settled in a nearby building. Only 3 other were assigned. Raun didn't care about them only about the fact he can finally get revenge. As the group of 4 Enclave soldiers got closer to the building Raun's determination rose and he was practically jumping to the fact he'll finally get to shoot them down. The building was relatively solid except for a few holes in the walls here and there. As the group barged in with laser blaring Raun could hear the shrieks of the ghouls dying. During those moments of death for the ghouls Raun knew this was where he belonged. In the field destroying the threats and abominations of the wasteland.
Uh, the boomers shoot on sight...you can't really start boomers on an rp server where SoS is against the rules
OOC
IGN: Shadowxfall
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have been a part of four serious rp servers, most of which I was either a moderator or some kind of faction leader. I especially like to look for well run rp servers with good admins/mods
Why Us: I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and have been looking all day for a new rp server so this caught my eye for its uniqueness
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays from 3 to about 6 and possibly time after that. Also every weekend
IC
Name: James Booker
Gender: Male
Age:26
RP Example:As I fell to the ground with the boot on my head, I realised this was not a good idea from the start. I have been a mercenary for most of my life, raised up in a cold hearted killing community. Even though I have been known as the Silent Knife, I now lie here with a power armored foot crushing my face into the mud after a failed job. I do not know where I will be from here, but it could easily be hell'a better than that damned Merc. Camp.
BOS JAILER:"State your name and profession"
JAMES: "Look man, I dont want any trouble, just let me go free and everyone stays happy."
BOS JAILER:"You forfeited your freedom when you jumped at the recruit with a machete!"
JAMES:"And he would be bleeding in the wastes if your buddy on that mountain sniped my knife"
BOS JAILER:"Speaking of which, you never did state your profession..."
*James quickly jolts upwards and knocks over the table the jailer is at, disorienting him. James tightly grips the jailer's throat.*
JAMES:"Now again. Give me those nice shiny keys and you won't be like your friend if I hadn't finished the job."
*The jailer reluctantly hands him the keys and James stays at the door*
JAMES:"I thought you would see things my way if your life is on the line"
*James turns around to come face to face with a power-armored helmet. The last he could remember was seeing stars and colors and feeling a tremendous amount of force against his face*
Backstory:
James was only a boy when a pack of raiders swarmed his families house out in the Wasteland. They were a simple family, living as Brahmin ranchers and never hurting anyone. Even so, the raiders attacked viciously killing his parents and leaving only him to hide under a dead Brahmin. Eventually after days of idly wandering, looking for a home he came across a heavily armed group of men that had guns pointed at a man with tattered clothes. James silently watched as the hot lead came from the rifles and into the poor man's flesh. Even after all that, one of the men turned and looked at him and then, James knew what he wanted to do for his life. Life in the camp was hard and pay was extremely minimum. The work and sweat of the job eventually made James come to hate the place. Either way, he was in a group with guns and food, and it sure was a hell of a lot better to be in that camp than in the wasteland. Without the mercenaries he would be inside a coyote's stomach by now.
He got a job to assassinate a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. He always respected the group so he was deeply conflicted about his contract. Either way,the mercenary code is to feel no sympathy towards the target, just carry out the mission. As he crept through a rocky outcropping he could see the target. He couldn't believe his eyes. The "target" was not even close to what he expected. The recruit was not even in the Brotherhood's trademark power armor, and seemed to be out collecting food for the other members. He put that in the back of his mind, no matter how hard that was, and continued sneaking behind the recruit. As the recruit bent down to collect a strange looking plant, James took his chance. He leapt at the recruit with his machete rising outwards toward the sun. He felt something was wrong from how easy the mission was going from the start. He felt his machete fly from his hand and heard a loud bang. He looked up above him and saw that just above the outcropping he was currently at, a Brotherhood sniper stood with his rifle still smoking from the shot. He was forcibly shoved down, face first in the hot Mojave dirt, and just then he realized. His life really sucked.
IGN: moore12
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I played on many rp servers, so i know my stuff.
Why Us: Because your server looks pretty good and serious.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours a day during the weekends, not that much during the rest of the week though
IC
Name: Buju Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example: Just a rouge with a kind heart looking for survival.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When i was a kid i lived with foster parents, they were kind and loyal, my real parents had to abandon me but we never lost contact of each other. I liked to farm an explore as a child, but i never went far. Most of the time i had to work, i worked every job my town had as an volunteer. I did a pretty good job at all of my jobs. I learned tp fight by being a town guard, I learned to farm by being a farmer, I learned to to dig and mine for being a coal miner, and i also learned how to easily cut down trees, even with my bare fists!
One day i went out exploring with the girl i liked and was going to ask out, but i fell in a deep hole, i didnt have my pickaxe or anything with me but a pearl i worked hard for so i couldent get out, my crush went to town to go get help. minutes later i started to hear screaming and shouting, i also heard the sound of stabbing and shooting, suddenly a pickaxe fell into s hole i was in, it was covered in blood. I already knew what was happening. My town got raided. I dug a hole in the hole and covered my self in so i wouldent get caught. After about 15 minutes the yelling stopped. I went up to the surface to find my crush laying in front of the hole i was in, covered in blood. I kissed her corpse (because she is that hot) and put my pearl in her pocket then went to town. It was littered in bodies. I went to go get the remaining resources my town had and went to explore the world. Its been years since that event happened and i am now an experienced adventurer who has fought many beasts and gained many stories to tell. For my name is Buju Jones.
All OPs should not only check the forum for applications but do the /whitelist add (IGN) command with these applicants if they are accepted.
OOC
IGN:ackatk123
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I use to play alot of Garrys mod RP servers but then i got bored and stopped but I wont to start in minecraft now.
Why Us: Well, I've been looking for a Server to stay at for a while. And this server fit the bill for me.
Time You Can Dedicate: probably 2 or 3 hours on a weekend or on days I don't have school
IC
Name: Kyle Ackerman
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: A posh looking young man, with short black hair, and some modified vault armor , under which he wears a striped white shirt. He has a mountain mad beared, at all times.
Fears: Nightkin. He's afraid of their ability to become visible and invisible at will.
Personality: Kyle is a very polite and rude at the same time, and seemingly mean individual, but certainly not afraid to get his hands dirty, and he operates in a merc like manner, working for the highest bider.
Occupation: He will wander, and do whatever gets him paid, however, he will peddle goods and kill any one who gets in his way if needed.
Skills: As repeatedly mentioned, he can (And has) killed people who got in his way, but when left to his own devices, he is almost insane.
Nickname (Optional):He has bin called the Devil of Good springs
RP Example:
Megaton guard: Halt wastelander what are you doing around these parts.
Wastelander: I was just wandering around looking for food do you know where I can get some?
Megaton guard: No we only give food to the people who we trust. Whos to know if you just wont to kill use all *puts gun at him*
Wastelander: *Backs away* No need for violence man i just wanted some food.
Megaton guard: Well we just don't know that do we so when I count to ten you better be over that hill and going the other direction. 1, 2, 3, 4,
Wastelander *starts to run and trips* *he hears the Megaton guard at 5, 6, 7,*
Megaton guard *Yells* come on i don't have all day to count for your sorry ass.
Wastelander *jumps over the top of the hill* and screams out of fear, as he plummets 20 feet into the water below.
Megaton guard *sighs* they always fall for it.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):When kyle was born he was in vault 21, His parents both died when he was young. His mother died during birth and his dad died of being an a drunk whos fees caught up with him. Unfortunately all he learned in the vault was to gamble and count cards. In fact he was the one who played Mr.Houses messenger in black jack for the rights to the vault. But unfortunately he was having a bad gambling day so he lost the rights to the vault and got kicked out of it in shame. He went to go live in New Vegas but he got kicked out of all the casinos on the strip and tried to relocate in to freeside. But again he maid bad with the kings and every one else in freeside and eventually was banished from the strip and freeside. So he had to move to good springs where he lives as a peace full settler till one day.
One day when Kyle was walking back from general store he saw a strange man walk in to the saloon. So wondering what was going on Kyle walked in after him and saw that he was a powder ganger. So kyle sat down in a both and started to listen. He over heard that the bar tender owed him some money. When the man started to walk away Kyle got up and fallowed him out and they both where in the back ally. Kyle promptly started to bet the power ganger to death. When the settlers of Good Springs found out that he did that they shunned him. As a lone wonder in the waste Kyle stumbles on to hidden Vally bunkers and trys to take shelter. When Kyle was sleeping strange men garbed him and he woke up in a strange bunker and was told all about the BOS. Then from now on Kyle was accepted as a new member of the Brother Hood of Steel.
IGN: TheCreeperSlayer
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I Have played on many fallout themed Minecraft servers, along with a bit of roleplaying in a few other games. I'd consider myself to be experienced.
Why Us: Many fallout roleplay themed servers are A. Too strict, B. Too unorganized, or C. Just too immature and this one seems pretty organized, but still has a lot of flexibility for newer players.
Time You Can Dedicate: I have the ability of playing after 5 Central time on weekdays and random times on weekends, because of wrestling.
IC
Name: Shy'del
Gender: Male
Age: Mid to late twenties
Appearance: Tall, athletic build, balded, tannish skin along with a facial scar
Fears: Extreme claustrophobia, ghouls, Medical tools
Personality: Extremely sly, cunning and selfish, willing to backstab many that he isn't fully loyal to for personal gain.
Occupation: Mainly a tradesman with a heavily equipt group of raiders
Skills: Reading, very unexperienced miner, decent rifle shooter, wasteland knowledge
Nickname (Optional): Shy.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As he finished picking through all of the corpse's pockets, Shy'del grew extremely angry with his victim's wealth. He threw down his small pistol and cloth he used to wipe his forehead.
"God damnit, this is pointless, we're not going to find any fresh food or water this way." Shy'del said.
"Just be patient, one of them has to have something on them we can eat or drink, be positive.." Suggested the Tixar, his fellow scavenging comrade.
"Whatever."
They continued scavenging.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): From the beginning, he was bread on cheating, lying and killing. A very well equipt raiding gang was his home. He grew up killing, pillaging and trading. No stranger to gore, death, lack of food and disease Shy'del is quite a selfish man. As he lost his position as his gang's caravan runner, he feared that his group was becoming weak, so he left to scavenge for himself. Moving towards the New Vegas area from Utah, he planned on making a new life. He didn't know the area one bit, he'd grown up in Utah which was very different from New Vegas. He had been in small temporary raiding gangs, but all always ended up disbanding. Not knowing much other than the wastelander life style, he was stuck in a rutt.
Eventually meeting a simple private in the Enclave named Tixar he became interested in the faction. He eventually became a caravan driver for one of their trade routes, capturing slaves, etc. Happy with his new role, Shy'del is finally making a name for himself.
Also, can I create a faction for my town?
Its funny how we cant whitelist you on the server.
We merely accept the apps that are posted on this thread.
IGN: Tixar
Age: 19
Role-Play Exp.: I have a good bit of RP and acting experience, for a few years I acted as voice over’s in Germany and was on an episode of "Der Anfang und das Ende."
Why Us: Why not? The server seems a bit more relaxed about everything, and it looks like you have a good player base.
Time You Can Dedicate: There isn’t a set time I could be on every day, Tuesdays, Fridays an Saturdays are the days I can spend the most time on the server.
IC
Name: Tixar
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: 6.2 , light blonde hair somewhat buzz cut, regular build, tanned skin.
Fears: America being taken over by the scum of the brother hood, loosing a fight. Becoming mutated.
Personality: quite, agile, doesn’t give in, doesn’t give up, quick at making split second decisions.
Occupation: Wasteland wanderer, Mercenary.
Skills: skilled with a knife, and pistol, quick, skilled in HtH combat.
Nickname (Optional): Tix
RP Example (Add Dialogue)Night....The time of silent killing, the rush of the hunt, sneaking and moving from place to place to find one ...The feel of a rusty knife dragging through flesh ripping and tearing roughly through sun baked skin, snapping each tendon, cutting each muscle. The cold night breeze across the tired wrinkled face. The feeling of the body going limp ,cold, and lifeless as it slowly slips to the ground. The blank look of death in the eyes…. It feeds the hunger, as blood runs slowly down the knife discoloring the steel until it reaches the edge…. Drip, drip, drip, the blood crashes into the dry cracked ground, seeping into the ground… The godly feeling of taking some one else’s life…. it’s a feeling like no other….. Sighs….. “But soon the hunger will arise again.”
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): born into a military household, raised not like a son but like a soldier, a warrior, a hunter. My Father and Mother were harsh but loving, serving in a military fearless, merciless, restless. On my fifth birthday I was given my first weapon, a new cold, sharp combat knife. My Mother taught me how to how to sneak silently in the night, approaching the target without a sound or worry. At eight I was given my gun, a .45 auto pistol. My Father taught me everything about that gun, how to fix and clean, how to fire it one handed, and how to fire it crippled. I learned that this gun is my life. When I turned 10 I joined the *******, At 12 I learned how to be a true killing machine, by the time I was 18 the ******* was in disarray once again, my parents were accused of spy and shot on right then and there, I left that day. Now I am drifter, I never stay in a once longer than four moon cycles, I travel quickly and quietly, rarely going into town and always living in a abandon shelter, vault, or just underground. I avoid people and do not take to kindly to slavery, I will not hesitate or think twice about pulling the trigger. I went to Utah in hopes of finding a new beginning but all there were was brother hood scum…. I had gotten into an argument with a brother hood knight kill him, after that it was a massacre… So I left Utah and decided to return to New Vegas. On my way I met a man named Shy’del, a former raider, knowing his back ground I decided to travel with him back to New Vegas but have always had my weapon ready on the first sign of betrayal.
Oh I though the Owner said a command you can do :sleep.gif:
Read the Original Post. The command he said is for OPs to use. I.E. the admins can use it. The guys reviewing and accepting/denying the apps are only white-listers. They do not actually have OP status on the server.
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