Role-Play Exp.: Not very much but I understand the concept's and rules of RP.
Why Us: I've heard this server is very good, I also really like the idea of having a post apocalyptic themed server, I've played on Medieval fantasy themed servers and it just wasn't as fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate week days from 3:00pm to about 9:00pm – 10:00pm Est Standard, And weekends practically all day from about 10:00pm to 12:00pm Est Standard time's.
IC
Name: Karson L'xero (Not sure of last name is necessary but whatever
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, scrawny, long strawberry blonde hair. Both hands replaced with robotic hands (You'll understand in the RP Example)
Fears: Ghoul's & people with extreme mental conditions.
Personality: Bright personality, Yet quiet at the same time. Is easily annoyed by loud obnoxious people. Smart but not though, sensitive
Occupation: Novice Gunsmith, Part time messenger
Skills: Great Marksmanship, Quick hands, Smart
Nickname (Optional): Prefers to be called by his everyday name Karson
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *** NCR Occupied town ***
*NCR tax collector knocks on door*
*Karson open's door* Karson: Hello
Tax collector: “Karson is it..?”
Karson: “Depends who asking?”
Tax collector: “The NCR now come on and pay up you owe 277 caps this month”
Karson:”Hows that possible... No way in hell am I paying that much I've just moved here”
Tax collector:”Pay now or suffer the consequences”
Karson: (Blandly unaware punishment is the axe) “What ever Ill take the lash's or what ever it is just do it soon I've got work to do”
*Karson follows NCR tax collector to the block were a man with a searing hot hatchet is standing*
Karson yell's:”WHATS THIS! Whats he going to do to me.. y you you cant do this I was unaware of the consequences, Its not far HELP!”
Tax collector: “Shut up and take it, it'll be over soon!”
*Karson is tied down in front of some town's people and his hands are sliced of without warning*
Karson screams: ARRRGGGHHHHHhhhhh *Pass's out*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Karson was still in diapers when his parents were brutally murdered by a wandering mad man. He was then taken to live with his godparent Micheal. Micheal raised him with a beer bottle in hand constantly drunk, Karson had to be very independent and learned things either the hard way or by himself. When Karson was 15 he took an interest to mechanics and machine's. Specifically small robotic items and guns. He learned everything he could on his own and then expanded off his own knowledge.
At 18 He took up the occupancy of a gunsmith, A pretty novice one at that. As soon as he had enough money to travel to a new town protected by the NCR he was out of his godparent Micheals home in a heartbeat. He soon found a suitable town after wandering for a few weeks. He set up shop in a small booth were he slept and lived as well as worked. A few days after moving to town a tax collector came to the door and asked for 277 caps. There was no way he could have payed so he accepted punishment by the axe. His hands were sliced off without warning or any knowledge of the punishment for not paying tax's. The mayor of the town immediately found out about this and felt bad. In apology he some how acquired 2 pieces of technology from the BoS (Most likely stolen from them). 2 amazing robotic hands of some of the highest quality.
Karson is now continuing on with life being able to do the same things a person with real hands could do, Except slightly better.
When I read the rules I didnt see anything really to “Put this so we know you read them” things like that?
I got my own skin post apocalyptic style dont worry I just needed my long blonde hair and robot hands
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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GUYS JOIN ANOTHER FALLOUT SERVER THIS ONE IS CLOSED IF THERE ARE ALOT OUT THERE IF UR INTERESTED JOIN WILD WASTELAND THE BETA WILL COME OUT AT THE END OF THE MONTH
P.S. WE HAVE GUNZ AND OTHER CUSTOM ITEMS :3
IGN:Fraglebobl
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played MANY RPG GAMES invluding fallout 3/vegas and skyrim the list goes on.
Why Us: Saw you in a top ten list and I love RP servers and fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:alot of time, I hardly get of my computer
IC
Name:Saargul
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:Wears ragged clothes, blonde ( OOC:later on he will have better skin)
Fears: He fears losing his friends
Personality: He doesn't trust easy and when he does make a friend he really likes them. He acts the part of a trusting person often but always has suspicions. He has a habit of cursing in bad situations.
Occupation: Wandering Adventurer
Skills: Acting, Fighting, relatively good thief but never really steals.
Nickname (Optional): rarely gives his name out to strangers and often goes by Josh
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As I walked through the crashed cars along the road I saw someone in the distance. I quickly hid as they may be a raider, and I may as well not **** off a raider and his pals. As the person approached I saw that he was a trader and seemed frightened. I walked up and said "Greetings stranger are you alright, would look freaked out". He replied with a nod and asked " Could you protect me on my way to Vegas, I could pay you ". I answered with " Sure but really I would do it for some equipment as you seem to be a trader" He agreed and we walked the road till we got to Vegas.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born in a vault full of lunatics. The fear of the war had caused them to go mad and look to god, and when he did not answer they came up with some load of crap about "Nortaal the Lord of Life". Some asshole drove them all to believe in it at some point or another. I think it was just the rads. Saargul is the worst name I have come across, but they believed I was some "son of god" like a freakin' irradiated Jesus. I of course thought it was B.S. but went along cause I wasn't gonna mess with a bunch of crazy ass lunatics. At some point raiders came and killed em' all. I was scared as hell ,but those raiders took me in and treated me fine. At some point of course there was a rebellion among them and I was pretty much the only one left. I took all the crap and went to a town. Started a new life for a while as just a 15 year old kid. Sold most of the stuff except the good gear I thought I might use. I sort of protected the town from then on, and at some point I left seeking adventure among the wasteland. Hell, I shoulda just stayed there , but I felt a callin'. I felt I should explore and try to make something from this piece of crap world and my piece of crap life. Now I'm 20, and relatively happy in my new adventuring business.
IGN:ZombD Age:13 Role-PlayExp.:Don't laugh...but I am pretty good at Dungeons and Dragons! I have played on a few other RPG Minecraft servers, but I have yet to find a server for me. Also I am very good at story making. Often in English we would get to write out page long stories and my teacher sees my ability to think of a story on the spot. I am very good at writing post-disaster stories. WhyUs:I love to roleplay, but like I said I have not found a suitable server for me. On the other hand, this server looks very promising. TimeYouCanDedicate:Monday-Thursday 5pm-9pm. Friday 6pm-11pm. No set time on Sat. and Sun.
IC
Name:Miles Zomb Gender:Male Age:17 Appearance:Very tone. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. 6ft. Fears:Not being able to take care of my self. Personality:Quiet, often in thought. Not much of a social life. Never interested in women. Occupation:Not set. Mostly goes around town finding old machine parts and making tools and weapons. Skills:Very good at making useful machines out of useless parts. Nickname(Optional):Zomb RP Example(AddDialogue):
Dave: Ug... *Cough*
Soviet1: Are you going to give us the information!?
Dave:*Cough* Over my dead body, communist scum. *Spits on soviet*
Soviet1:*Brings back his fist*
Soviet2: Vlad give him a break.
Soviet1: Oh! Are you going soft brother. *Hits soviet2*
* Back wall explodes open and a group of the Brotherhood burst in. Soviet1 and 2 fall to the ground*
Brotherhood:Private! Let's get outa here! The transport is waiting outside! Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):Metalvale, the coldest, darkest, place in the world. It used to be a large area compromised of many factories and warehouses. Now it is our home. We don't grow crops, or raise cattle. We just make machines or other useful things out of what was left here and sell it to the roamers. Me, well im Miles, Miles Zomb. Yes I know It,s a strange last name but deal with it. Anyway, my family the Zombs were killed in an explosion at one of the old factories. Turns out they thought it would be a good idea to fiddle with a generator. Obviously not. Since they died three years ago I've been actualy doing very well. I just walk around town and look for things that i can make into tools or guns. I do so well because I am the only one that can actualy make a gum without killing themselves. But my dream is to leave this god forsaken town and make a living with a group of the Brotherhood.
IGN:ZombD Age:13 Role-PlayExp.:Don't laugh...but I am pretty good at Dungeons and Dragons! I have played on a few other RPG Minecraft servers, but I have yet to find a server for me. Also I am very good at story making. Often in English we would get to write out page long stories and my teacher sees my ability to think of a story on the spot. I am very good at writing post-disaster stories. WhyUs:I love to roleplay, but like I said I have not found a suitable server for me. On the other hand, this server looks very promising. TimeYouCanDedicate:Monday-Thursday 5pm-9pm. Friday 6pm-11pm. No set time on Sat. and Sun.
IC
Name:Miles Zomb Gender:Male Age:17 Appearance:Very tone. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. 6ft. Fears:Not being able to take care of my self. Personality:Quiet, often in thought. Not much of a social life. Never interested in women. Occupation:Not set. Mostly goes around town finding old machine parts and making tools and weapons. Skills:Very good at making useful machines out of useless parts. Nickname(Optional):Zomb RP Example(AddDialogue):
Dave: Ug... *Cough*
Soviet1: Are you going to give us the information!?
Dave:*Cough* Over my dead body, communist scum. *Spits on soviet*
Soviet1:*Brings back his fist*
Soviet2: Vlad give him a break.
Soviet1: Oh! Are you going soft brother. *Hits soviet2*
* Back wall explodes open and a group of the Brotherhood burst in. Soviet1 and 2 fall to the ground*
Brotherhood:Private! Let's get outa here! The transport is waiting outside! Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):Metalvale, the coldest, darkest, place in the world. It used to be a large area compromised of many factories and warehouses. Now it is our home. We don't grow crops, or raise cattle. We just make machines or other useful things out of what was left here and sell it to the roamers. Me, well im Miles, Miles Zomb. Yes I know It,s a strange last name but deal with it. Anyway, my family the Zombs were killed in an explosion at one of the old factories. Turns out they thought it would be a good idea to fiddle with a generator. Obviously not. Since they died three years ago I've been actualy doing very well. I just walk around town and look for things that i can make into tools or guns. I do so well because I am the only one that can actualy make a gum without killing themselves. But my dream is to leave this god forsaken town and make a living with a group of the Brotherhood.
IGN: ZAWMBEEHSLAR Age: 13 Role-PlayExp.: An OK amount . WhyUs: I have been experimenting with different types of servers and I think i hit the jackpot coming here. TimeYouCanDedicate: at least 2 hours
IC
Name: Shepherd Gender:Male Age: 21 Appearance: An average appearance, not too skinny, but not too strong. Blonde hair, and serious blue/hazel eyes. Fears: ghouls Personality: A joyful person to be around but can become very serious at an instance Occupation: Courier Skills:Mining, farming, Nickname: Red RP Example(AddDialogue):
"Jon! Get down!" I cry.
We both leap to the ground as the explosion goes off and sends us flying.
"Ughhh, are you okay?" Jon says in pain.
"Yeah, I'm fine, nothing too serious. Lets get out of here. They'll be getting reinforcements," I say.
"Way ahead of you."
We both stumble to our feet and run before they notice were even gone.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):My name is Shepherd Mcrrahn. I had a difficult time growing up. My father and mother died when I was sixteen so I packed up what I had and left. I've been wandering since. I grew up in a small family who owned a small part of land. We would try best we could to keep ourselves alive but once the crops didnt grow anymore things didn't go so well. I then looked to get some work and ended up being a courier. After coming back from a job one day I came back to what was left of my hometown. Everyone I knew, dead. Since then i've been wandering since looking for who killed everyone Who felt dear to me and would get rid of anyone who got in my way.
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Guys why are you still applying? The server is dead. If you want to join another Fallout rp server, join Fallout: Wild Wasteland. We are the real, good legacy of "Fallout:WNC"!
IGN:Knotts1997
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I have played Mojave Craft RolePlay My own server used to be a Roleplay a year ago i changed it recently
Why Us:you guys have the most going for you and i want to be here when you guys are at the top
Time You Can Dedicate:I can dedicate any amount of time that im not grounded hanging with chicks or any further(almost 24/7)
IC
Name:John Knotts
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:Caucasian, 6 foot 5 inches, Beetles hair
Fears:Ghouls
Personality:Humorous, Easy going, easy to get along with, social, hard worker
Occupation:
Skills:Amazing Builder, Good with Redstone, good PVP, Excellent miner, Social
Nickname (Optional):Dark Knight
RP Example (Add Dialogue):i am a good Bargainer(sells man) i can take a broken pistol and make a knife, i can take a broken shack and make a Livable Small Home
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born As a Leader It comes Natural to John, born to one Brotherhood Parent(Dad) and NCR Mother,although both dropped out to be together and ran away to bad after Little John was born they were killed by Raiders for there caps, but somehow by fate they missed little john. John he was destined for Revenge and so he did the locals Nicknamed him the Dark Knight because he came out of now where to attack the un-noble(evilish) Raiders and succeeded and his actions were considered Noble, yet they know not of the Revenge in his head
IGN: Jadee52
Age:15
Rp Exp: Moderately Low
Why us: Fallout and Minecraft Smp put together so well and so organized. Who else would I go to for that?
Time you can dedicate: At least an hour a day
IC
Name: James "Jimmy" Schmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appereance: Thin and Wirey with Black Hair, a scrub-type beard and glasses
Fears: Lts of people,Heights and impending death
Personality: Joker, Clumsy, Secretive
Occupation: Store Manager
Skills: Pickpocketing, Hacking, Lockpicking
Nickname: Jimmy
RP Ex: Gangster:"Ready to get your body splattered into a million pieces?!" Me:"I'll be ready when I am. And that isn't today!"
Backstory:I came from a small encampment that was ransacked by escaped prisoners of the NCR. All traces of my family are gone and were destroyed in the ransack. I ran away to New Vegas only to become broke and more homeless than before. I went where the road took me. I found a settlement and took a job at the Hardware Store eventually becoming the owner.
IGN:Jarjab2
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:i play a little larp ( not the dressed in like medeval outfits but like large scale airsoft events.)
Why Us:Minecraft and fallout are good together
Time You Can Dedicate:4:00 to 10:00 Middle School
IC
Name:Shae
Gender:M
Age:22
RP Example: Looking for my girlfreind vanessa, who was taken by cesars legion
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Shae grew up in nipton with his parents, they werent rich but made a good living, enough to keep shae in good health but also not to much to make him used to luxury. It was there he met vanesa, and when they grew up they were very close. when they turned 18, they were the same age, they were the same age. they started dating, and planned to get married, but it was all ruined by ceasers legion. Vanessa was running erands at the time. accross town, the legion captured her instead of killing her ( who knows what sick things they will do?), and he had no choice but to run. Shae made it away succesfully, and is now searching for a way to find her again.
IGN: Darkazor
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Valhalla, Hanta, Project Eden..
Why Us: Its fallout, bruh!
Time You Can Dedicate: Whenever I can give time
IC
Name: Jeff Baws
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Wears a suit, with red tie. Is white.
Fears: Snakes, dying
Personality: Self-kept, until among friends, then is opened up. Has a devious passion for music
Occupation: Gunsmith
Skills: Great at building and maintaining weapons, was a technician for some time, so redstone circuitry is a skill he has
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Jeff scours the garbage bins, piles of debris, and ruined buildings in search of music discs. His entire passion was music, ever since he could remember hearing his first record. He hears a can falling over, and jerks his head up.* "Hello? Who's there?" *After several minutes of nothing, he begins digging again. Some shuffles are now heard. He jumps back, and begins backing up.* "Alright, show yourse-" The crackle of a rifle is heard, and his shoulder jumps back, his entire arm now stinging, before going limp.* "What the hell?! Im an unarmed man!" *The raiders step out* "Now, sonny. You really think you can just run away? No, you leave the raiders when you die!" *They shot again, ending his life.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):
Jeff was born to a former prostitute mother, and a former raider dad. He was raised in the ruins, his parents attempting to make his life the best it could be, despite the situations around them. When he was 5, his mom had found a music disc out while scavenging. This was the first time he'd ever heard music, aside from his mother's lullabies, in her cracked, hoarse voice. He enjoyed it. Every day since then before he'd sleep, he would listen to that same record, over and over.
When he was 12, his mother found another music disc. He liked this one better. When he was 13, his home got raided. He figured it was because the music was too loud and they heard it. His parents were shot, and he was kidnapped, and raised with the raiders. At 23, he ran away from the group, in search of these music discs his parents owned, and many others. He'd learned to survive from the raiders. He learned to thrive off of nothing. He was also forced to cannibalize live victims of the raiders to "Toughen him up". Jeff hated the lifestyle and wanted to get away. He was always on the watch for the raiders he'd abandoned, knowing they had also set out, instead in search of his blood. They wanted him dead.
IGN: minimikey88
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I don't have much, the only example I have is that I used to write books (which probably counts for nothing) and I was on the Ender Triumvirate until it disbanded.
Why Us: I love minecraft. I always have. I love Fallout. I've played New Vegas and Fallout 3. When I saw that you combined them I did a quadruple take. You made my summer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably around 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM (Central time) on weekdays, and only 2 hours on the weekends.
IC
Name: Mike Kastl
Gender: Male
Age: 26
RP Example: Dehydrated and living off of nothing but Radroach meat, I stumble into a humble town known as Goodsprings.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I made my living off of hunting down radscorpions and radroaches and other such pests in the Mojave. I lived alone, no wife, no kids, no family. One day, a stranger walked into town, talking of finding his scientist father, and of the Vault, and I got curious. So, I went looking for this Vault, hoping that it was easier living there. It wasn't. When I got to this
Vault, it was blasted open, and crawling with supermutants. I high-tailed it out of there. Unfortunately, the mutants followed my scent. They tracked me back to town and killed everything in sight. I tried to help, but all I had was a vintage .22 rifle. I did all I could do, then I ran. I ran through the desert for at least 3 miles before I found anything. What I found was a New California Republic camp, Camp McCarran.
After talking for a while with Captain Curtis, I convinced him to give me a gun and ammo, along with some food, and they sent me on my way. Now, I'm wandering through the desert, looking for a place to settle.
IGN: DragonFaith
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played many rp games and i think they are very fun.
Why Us: I love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day.
IC
Name: Bobby ( no last name, he doesn't know his family )
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Big tall guy with huge muscles, always wears glasses because he's cool like that
Fears: Nothing fears him...
Personality: Paranoid, lacks trust in others. A loner, very violent and is never relaxed. Very quiet guy.
Occupation: Paid assassin.
Skills: Lock picking, assassinating, speech and many more....
Nickname (Optional): The Destroyer
RP Example (Add Dialogue): ( A raider aproaches a wastelander )
Raider : Hey you!
Wastelander: Me?
Raider: Yeah you! Give me all your caps.
Wastelander: Please, im not looking for trouble ( reaching for his gun ).
Raider: If you touch that gun im gonna blow your head off.
Wastelander: Ok Ok!! ( gives him all his caps )
Raider: Shame your too short. ( kills the wastelander )
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As a little boy he lived on the streets, he didn't know his family and that's why he is always grumpy. He learned martial arts and now is one of the best assassins to live. An old man found him and gave him a shelter. Bobby was very thankful and loved the old man like he was his father. One day the old man died, he got killed by an assassin. While he was still alive, Bobby told him that he will find the assassin who killed him and will get his revenge. From then on he is always grumpy and doesn't talk much.
IGN:Emeralshadow
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: Played on multiple other fallout servers. Played on a medevil role-play minecraft server.
Why Us: Looks like the Superior choice in fallout roleplaying servers
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Ralph Creel
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance:big muscular shapped body, Dirt on his face, long brown hair.
Fears: Being killed without reason
Personality:Will do anything for his survival, even killing someone he loves.
Occupation: Engineer, mercenary
Skills: Skilled with the blade, great shot with a gun.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ralph walked towards the empty house and he looked inside the window. He saw a small family sitting at there table talking. The place looked dirty, unfortified, but well supplied with food and supplies. Ralph was hungry, what could he do but steal? He broke down the door, stole the families food and chained them to a guard rail.
Backstory (1-2 paragraphs):Ralph came across Nevada after living in arizona for some time. Ralph was apart of Caesers legion, an unforgiving group of people that killed, enslaved and destroyed towns. Ralph remembered the times of taking of Phoenix and enslaving the townsmembers seeking to rebuild it. He remembered building totureous devices such as the crusher or the pitfall enslaver. Unforging, shoot first ask later. Though ralph had a bad past, he seeks to make a good life of himself in the new found land he is settling on...
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IGN:Jole Collins
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.:I have been on two other RP servers
Why Us:Because I have loved the fallout games and would like to give this server a try
Time You Can Dedicate:Right now basically about 4 hours or more
IC
Name:Jole Collins
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance:About 6'4, dark red hair, caucasian
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Jole is willing to help someone and is usually a nice guy
Occupation:engineer
Skills:metal working, engineering, and firearms
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey Jole what do you think of that building?"said the man next to him. "I don't trust the place there might be feral ghouls in there and I am low on ammo for my rifle" he said. *the man shrugs at Jole then begins to walk towards the building* "Hey wait up!" Jole had said loudly. *As the two walk into the building a feeling of dread washes over them* "I don't like the looks of this place man." He said.
Backstory: Jole was a normal guy well as normal as someone born into the wasteland his mother died giving birth to him so he was raised by his father who taught him some of the basic skills someone his age needed to survive. As Jole got older he began to learn how to engineer new things for the town he lived in and after awhile had got a decent gate defense system going. One day while he was working on a new project he had heard a noise outside when he went out to find out what it was he saw that raiders had gotten through the gate and had begun to kill the towns people. Jole panicked he hurried back inside and got together supplies to survive in the wastes he ran for the gate while the raiders were going through the other end of the town. He had no idea what happen to his father and had decided to never go back to that town in fear that raiders set up camp there. He now goes through the wastes at age twenty three looking for a way to make a living.
IGN:Jole Collins
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.:I have been on two other RP servers
Why Us:Because I have loved the fallout games and would like to give this server a try
Time You Can Dedicate:Right now basically about 4 hours or more
IC
Name:Jole Collins
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance:About 6'4, dark red hair, caucasian
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Jole is willing to help someone and is usually a nice guy
Occupation:engineer
Skills:metal working, engineering, and firearms
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey Jole what do you think of that building?"said the man next to him. "I don't trust the place there might be feral ghouls in there and I am low on ammo for my rifle" he said. *the man shrugs at Jole then begins to walk towards the building* "Hey wait up!" Jole had said loudly. *As the two walk into the building a feeling of dread washes over them* "I don't like the looks of this place man." He said.
Backstory: Jole was a normal guy well as normal as someone born into the wasteland his mother died giving birth to him so he was raised by his father who taught him some of the basic skills someone his age needed to survive. As Jole got older he began to learn how to engineer new things for the town he lived in and after awhile had got a decent gate defense system going. One day while he was working on a new project he had heard a noise outside when he went out to find out what it was he saw that raiders had gotten through the gate and had begun to kill the towns people. Jole panicked he hurried back inside and got together supplies to survive in the wastes he ran for the gate while the raiders were going through the other end of the town. He had no idea what happen to his father and had decided to never go back to that town in fear that raiders set up camp there. He now goes through the wastes at age twenty three looking for a way to make a living.
IGN: kalebtarrant
Age: Im gonna be honest, but 11.
Role-Play Exp.:Played fallout 3, NV, skyrim, and alot of darkRP on garrysmod
Why Us:I love roleplay, and i've been looking for a server that doesn't require donations do break a block.
Time You Can Dedicate:If i like the server, i can donate alot of time soon because summer break is coming up
IC
Name: Barry Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Has a beard, hair, he's fit, not so much about him. He looks average
Fears: Armed bombs and the enclave. Mostly cause their fearsome look of their helmets
Personality: Mostly a nice guy, tough, and on the fritz near T.N.T or other explosives.
Occupation: Nothing realy, he does jobs for caps mostly, but if he finds a job that he likes, he'll take it.
Skills: Good at hand to hand combat, smart, and good at crafting things and blacksmithing
Nickname (Optional): B.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As barry sat in the caravan, he was excedingly happy. He was returning to his hometown, nevada. Then they arrived at a NCR checkpoint.
Ncr troop: "Passport please."
The people on the caravan handed over their passports, and 50 caps.
"damn, i brought only 50 caps." barry said.
Barry grudgingly handed over both the items, then the caravan headed out.
Barry: *sighs*
Lucy: "what's wrong?"
"nothing." he said.
They headed out into the sunset, new vegas ahead.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): He was born on the waste's, raised on the waste's, and he will die on the waste's. His brother trained him in swordplay, and soon Barry became a natural. He became a caravan guard. "good pay, good job." he would always say. His sister would follow along, every and each job. Soon she started her own caravan, and hired her brother. They were very sucsesful. But after crossing the checkpoint into nevada, they were raided by bandits. They took about everything. Even his sister. Now, each day he keeps one eye open for the raiders that day, and the other eye on the road for bandits. "Don't trust the road." He now says. He is currently unemployed.
IGN: Pyro219
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have much.
Why Us: All the others are either down or terrible. I want to see what this server is like. It'll probably be my main server.
Time You Can Dedicate:Most of the day and night.
IC
Name: John Eziro
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, thin, blue eyes, dark brown hair, tanned skin.
Fears: Claustrophobia and Aracniphobia
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, intelligent.
Occupation: Gun for hire and courier
Skills: Guns, stealth, lockpicking, explosives, Energy weapons
Nickname (Optional): Eezo, Courier 6
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*John walks up to the bar* Hey, bartender, nuka-cola please.
*a group of men walk up, lead one speaks* Nuka? Boy you got any balls?
*John shifts* I don't drink.
*The men laugh, and the leader stabs a knife on the counter* No balls, boy.
*John sighs* Again. I don't drink.
*The men surround him* Boy you better fix your tone.
*John aims his pistol* No thanks. ((Combat ensues))
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born in Vegas, John Eziro, or "Eezo" as he was called by his street urchin buddies, was a thief and a fighter as long as he could remember. The son of one of the former families, John was obsessed about Courier Six, and collected anything he could that was used or owned by him, resorting to stealing, lying, cheating, and killing to get Courier Six artifacts. These things sharpened his skills and led him to become the warrior he is now. When he was 18, he decided the safety of the strip was not enough, and set out into the Mojave with his trusty Canteen, Vault Suit, and knife, ready to take on the wasteland.
He encountered many things in those 3 years. He dove down into a vault, traded with the tribals of Zion park, scavenged The Divide, and basically followed the footsteps of the Courier, eventually meeting the old, wizened Courier Six himself. John stayed for days, learning all he could about and from the Courier, and inheriting everything including his name when the Courier died. Now the new Courier Six, John is ready to make his mark on the wasteland.
IGN: eldarboyy
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Not very much but I understand the concept's and rules of RP.
Why Us: I've heard this server is very good, I also really like the idea of having a post apocalyptic themed server, I've played on Medieval fantasy themed servers and it just wasn't as fun.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can dedicate week days from 3:00pm to about 9:00pm – 10:00pm Est Standard, And weekends practically all day from about 10:00pm to 12:00pm Est Standard time's.
IC
Name: Karson L'xero (Not sure of last name is necessary but whatever
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, scrawny, long strawberry blonde hair. Both hands replaced with robotic hands (You'll understand in the RP Example)
Fears: Ghoul's & people with extreme mental conditions.
Personality: Bright personality, Yet quiet at the same time. Is easily annoyed by loud obnoxious people. Smart but not though, sensitive
Occupation: Novice Gunsmith, Part time messenger
Skills: Great Marksmanship, Quick hands, Smart
Nickname (Optional): Prefers to be called by his everyday name Karson
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *** NCR Occupied town ***
*NCR tax collector knocks on door*
*Karson open's door* Karson: Hello
Tax collector: “Karson is it..?”
Karson: “Depends who asking?”
Tax collector: “The NCR now come on and pay up you owe 277 caps this month”
Karson:”Hows that possible... No way in hell am I paying that much I've just moved here”
Tax collector:”Pay now or suffer the consequences”
Karson: (Blandly unaware punishment is the axe) “What ever Ill take the lash's or what ever it is just do it soon I've got work to do”
*Karson follows NCR tax collector to the block were a man with a searing hot hatchet is standing*
Karson yell's:”WHATS THIS! Whats he going to do to me.. y you you cant do this I was unaware of the consequences, Its not far HELP!”
Tax collector: “Shut up and take it, it'll be over soon!”
*Karson is tied down in front of some town's people and his hands are sliced of without warning*
Karson screams: ARRRGGGHHHHHhhhhh *Pass's out*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Karson was still in diapers when his parents were brutally murdered by a wandering mad man. He was then taken to live with his godparent Micheal. Micheal raised him with a beer bottle in hand constantly drunk, Karson had to be very independent and learned things either the hard way or by himself. When Karson was 15 he took an interest to mechanics and machine's. Specifically small robotic items and guns. He learned everything he could on his own and then expanded off his own knowledge.
At 18 He took up the occupancy of a gunsmith, A pretty novice one at that. As soon as he had enough money to travel to a new town protected by the NCR he was out of his godparent Micheals home in a heartbeat. He soon found a suitable town after wandering for a few weeks. He set up shop in a small booth were he slept and lived as well as worked. A few days after moving to town a tax collector came to the door and asked for 277 caps. There was no way he could have payed so he accepted punishment by the axe. His hands were sliced off without warning or any knowledge of the punishment for not paying tax's. The mayor of the town immediately found out about this and felt bad. In apology he some how acquired 2 pieces of technology from the BoS (Most likely stolen from them). 2 amazing robotic hands of some of the highest quality.
Karson is now continuing on with life being able to do the same things a person with real hands could do, Except slightly better.
When I read the rules I didnt see anything really to “Put this so we know you read them” things like that?
I got my own skin post apocalyptic style dont worry I just needed my long blonde hair and robot hands
P.S. WE HAVE GUNZ AND OTHER CUSTOM ITEMS :3
IGN:Fraglebobl
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played MANY RPG GAMES invluding fallout 3/vegas and skyrim the list goes on.
Why Us: Saw you in a top ten list and I love RP servers and fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:alot of time, I hardly get of my computer
IC
Name:Saargul
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:Wears ragged clothes, blonde ( OOC:later on he will have better skin)
Fears: He fears losing his friends
Personality: He doesn't trust easy and when he does make a friend he really likes them. He acts the part of a trusting person often but always has suspicions. He has a habit of cursing in bad situations.
Occupation: Wandering Adventurer
Skills: Acting, Fighting, relatively good thief but never really steals.
Nickname (Optional): rarely gives his name out to strangers and often goes by Josh
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As I walked through the crashed cars along the road I saw someone in the distance. I quickly hid as they may be a raider, and I may as well not **** off a raider and his pals. As the person approached I saw that he was a trader and seemed frightened. I walked up and said "Greetings stranger are you alright, would look freaked out". He replied with a nod and asked " Could you protect me on my way to Vegas, I could pay you ". I answered with " Sure but really I would do it for some equipment as you seem to be a trader" He agreed and we walked the road till we got to Vegas.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):I was born in a vault full of lunatics. The fear of the war had caused them to go mad and look to god, and when he did not answer they came up with some load of crap about "Nortaal the Lord of Life". Some asshole drove them all to believe in it at some point or another. I think it was just the rads. Saargul is the worst name I have come across, but they believed I was some "son of god" like a freakin' irradiated Jesus. I of course thought it was B.S. but went along cause I wasn't gonna mess with a bunch of crazy ass lunatics. At some point raiders came and killed em' all. I was scared as hell ,but those raiders took me in and treated me fine. At some point of course there was a rebellion among them and I was pretty much the only one left. I took all the crap and went to a town. Started a new life for a while as just a 15 year old kid. Sold most of the stuff except the good gear I thought I might use. I sort of protected the town from then on, and at some point I left seeking adventure among the wasteland. Hell, I shoulda just stayed there , but I felt a callin'. I felt I should explore and try to make something from this piece of crap world and my piece of crap life. Now I'm 20, and relatively happy in my new adventuring business.
I see...
IGN: ZAWMBEEHSLAR
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: An OK amount .
Why Us: I have been experimenting with different types of servers and I think i hit the jackpot coming here.
Time You Can Dedicate: at least 2 hours
IC
Name: Shepherd
Gender:Male
Age: 21
Appearance: An average appearance, not too skinny, but not too strong. Blonde hair, and serious blue/hazel eyes.
Fears: ghouls
Personality: A joyful person to be around but can become very serious at an instance
Occupation: Courier
Skills:Mining, farming,
Nickname: Red
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Jon! Get down!" I cry.
We both leap to the ground as the explosion goes off and sends us flying.
"Ughhh, are you okay?" Jon says in pain.
"Yeah, I'm fine, nothing too serious. Lets get out of here. They'll be getting reinforcements," I say.
"Way ahead of you."
We both stumble to our feet and run before they notice were even gone.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):My name is Shepherd Mcrrahn. I had a difficult time growing up. My father and mother died when I was sixteen so I packed up what I had and left. I've been wandering since. I grew up in a small family who owned a small part of land. We would try best we could to keep ourselves alive but once the crops didnt grow anymore things didn't go so well. I then looked to get some work and ended up being a courier. After coming back from a job one day I came back to what was left of my hometown. Everyone I knew, dead. Since then i've been wandering since looking for who killed everyone Who felt dear to me and would get rid of anyone who got in my way.
IGN:Knotts1997
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.:I have played Mojave Craft RolePlay My own server used to be a Roleplay a year ago i changed it recently
Why Us:you guys have the most going for you and i want to be here when you guys are at the top
Time You Can Dedicate:I can dedicate any amount of time that im not grounded hanging with chicks or any further(almost 24/7)
IC
Name:John Knotts
Gender:Male
Age:28
Appearance:Caucasian, 6 foot 5 inches, Beetles hair
Fears:Ghouls
Personality:Humorous, Easy going, easy to get along with, social, hard worker
Occupation:
Skills:Amazing Builder, Good with Redstone, good PVP, Excellent miner, Social
Nickname (Optional):Dark Knight
RP Example (Add Dialogue):i am a good Bargainer(sells man) i can take a broken pistol and make a knife, i can take a broken shack and make a Livable Small Home
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born As a Leader It comes Natural to John, born to one Brotherhood Parent(Dad) and NCR Mother,although both dropped out to be together and ran away to bad after Little John was born they were killed by Raiders for there caps, but somehow by fate they missed little john. John he was destined for Revenge and so he did the locals Nicknamed him the Dark Knight because he came out of now where to attack the un-noble(evilish) Raiders and succeeded and his actions were considered Noble, yet they know not of the Revenge in his head
IGN: Jadee52
Age:15
Rp Exp: Moderately Low
Why us: Fallout and Minecraft Smp put together so well and so organized. Who else would I go to for that?
Time you can dedicate: At least an hour a day
IC
Name: James "Jimmy" Schmidt
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appereance: Thin and Wirey with Black Hair, a scrub-type beard and glasses
Fears: Lts of people,Heights and impending death
Personality: Joker, Clumsy, Secretive
Occupation: Store Manager
Skills: Pickpocketing, Hacking, Lockpicking
Nickname: Jimmy
RP Ex: Gangster:"Ready to get your body splattered into a million pieces?!" Me:"I'll be ready when I am. And that isn't today!"
Backstory:I came from a small encampment that was ransacked by escaped prisoners of the NCR. All traces of my family are gone and were destroyed in the ransack. I ran away to New Vegas only to become broke and more homeless than before. I went where the road took me. I found a settlement and took a job at the Hardware Store eventually becoming the owner.
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:i play a little larp ( not the dressed in like medeval outfits but like large scale airsoft events.)
Why Us:Minecraft and fallout are good together
Time You Can Dedicate:4:00 to 10:00 Middle School
IC
Name:Shae
Gender:M
Age:22
RP Example: Looking for my girlfreind vanessa, who was taken by cesars legion
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Shae grew up in nipton with his parents, they werent rich but made a good living, enough to keep shae in good health but also not to much to make him used to luxury. It was there he met vanesa, and when they grew up they were very close. when they turned 18, they were the same age, they were the same age. they started dating, and planned to get married, but it was all ruined by ceasers legion. Vanessa was running erands at the time. accross town, the legion captured her instead of killing her ( who knows what sick things they will do?), and he had no choice but to run. Shae made it away succesfully, and is now searching for a way to find her again.
IGN: Darkazor
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: Valhalla, Hanta, Project Eden..
Why Us: Its fallout, bruh!
Time You Can Dedicate: Whenever I can give time
IC
Name: Jeff Baws
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Wears a suit, with red tie. Is white.
Fears: Snakes, dying
Personality: Self-kept, until among friends, then is opened up. Has a devious passion for music
Occupation: Gunsmith
Skills: Great at building and maintaining weapons, was a technician for some time, so redstone circuitry is a skill he has
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Jeff scours the garbage bins, piles of debris, and ruined buildings in search of music discs. His entire passion was music, ever since he could remember hearing his first record. He hears a can falling over, and jerks his head up.* "Hello? Who's there?" *After several minutes of nothing, he begins digging again. Some shuffles are now heard. He jumps back, and begins backing up.* "Alright, show yourse-" The crackle of a rifle is heard, and his shoulder jumps back, his entire arm now stinging, before going limp.* "What the hell?! Im an unarmed man!" *The raiders step out* "Now, sonny. You really think you can just run away? No, you leave the raiders when you die!" *They shot again, ending his life.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):
Jeff was born to a former prostitute mother, and a former raider dad. He was raised in the ruins, his parents attempting to make his life the best it could be, despite the situations around them. When he was 5, his mom had found a music disc out while scavenging. This was the first time he'd ever heard music, aside from his mother's lullabies, in her cracked, hoarse voice. He enjoyed it. Every day since then before he'd sleep, he would listen to that same record, over and over.
When he was 12, his mother found another music disc. He liked this one better. When he was 13, his home got raided. He figured it was because the music was too loud and they heard it. His parents were shot, and he was kidnapped, and raised with the raiders. At 23, he ran away from the group, in search of these music discs his parents owned, and many others. He'd learned to survive from the raiders. He learned to thrive off of nothing. He was also forced to cannibalize live victims of the raiders to "Toughen him up". Jeff hated the lifestyle and wanted to get away. He was always on the watch for the raiders he'd abandoned, knowing they had also set out, instead in search of his blood. They wanted him dead.
IGN: minimikey88
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I don't have much, the only example I have is that I used to write books (which probably counts for nothing) and I was on the Ender Triumvirate until it disbanded.
Why Us: I love minecraft. I always have. I love Fallout. I've played New Vegas and Fallout 3. When I saw that you combined them I did a quadruple take. You made my summer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably around 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM (Central time) on weekdays, and only 2 hours on the weekends.
IC
Name: Mike Kastl
Gender: Male
Age: 26
RP Example: Dehydrated and living off of nothing but Radroach meat, I stumble into a humble town known as Goodsprings.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I made my living off of hunting down radscorpions and radroaches and other such pests in the Mojave. I lived alone, no wife, no kids, no family. One day, a stranger walked into town, talking of finding his scientist father, and of the Vault, and I got curious. So, I went looking for this Vault, hoping that it was easier living there. It wasn't. When I got to this
Vault, it was blasted open, and crawling with supermutants. I high-tailed it out of there. Unfortunately, the mutants followed my scent. They tracked me back to town and killed everything in sight. I tried to help, but all I had was a vintage .22 rifle. I did all I could do, then I ran. I ran through the desert for at least 3 miles before I found anything. What I found was a New California Republic camp, Camp McCarran.
After talking for a while with Captain Curtis, I convinced him to give me a gun and ammo, along with some food, and they sent me on my way. Now, I'm wandering through the desert, looking for a place to settle.
IGN: DragonFaith
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played many rp games and i think they are very fun.
Why Us: I love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day.
IC
Name: Bobby ( no last name, he doesn't know his family )
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Big tall guy with huge muscles, always wears glasses because he's cool like that
Fears: Nothing fears him...
Personality: Paranoid, lacks trust in others. A loner, very violent and is never relaxed. Very quiet guy.
Occupation: Paid assassin.
Skills: Lock picking, assassinating, speech and many more....
Nickname (Optional): The Destroyer
RP Example (Add Dialogue): ( A raider aproaches a wastelander )
Raider : Hey you!
Wastelander: Me?
Raider: Yeah you! Give me all your caps.
Wastelander: Please, im not looking for trouble ( reaching for his gun ).
Raider: If you touch that gun im gonna blow your head off.
Wastelander: Ok Ok!! ( gives him all his caps )
Raider: Shame your too short. ( kills the wastelander )
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As a little boy he lived on the streets, he didn't know his family and that's why he is always grumpy. He learned martial arts and now is one of the best assassins to live. An old man found him and gave him a shelter. Bobby was very thankful and loved the old man like he was his father. One day the old man died, he got killed by an assassin. While he was still alive, Bobby told him that he will find the assassin who killed him and will get his revenge. From then on he is always grumpy and doesn't talk much.
IGN:Emeralshadow
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: Played on multiple other fallout servers. Played on a medevil role-play minecraft server.
Why Us: Looks like the Superior choice in fallout roleplaying servers
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Ralph Creel
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance:big muscular shapped body, Dirt on his face, long brown hair.
Fears: Being killed without reason
Personality:Will do anything for his survival, even killing someone he loves.
Occupation: Engineer, mercenary
Skills: Skilled with the blade, great shot with a gun.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ralph walked towards the empty house and he looked inside the window. He saw a small family sitting at there table talking. The place looked dirty, unfortified, but well supplied with food and supplies. Ralph was hungry, what could he do but steal? He broke down the door, stole the families food and chained them to a guard rail.
Backstory (1-2 paragraphs):Ralph came across Nevada after living in arizona for some time. Ralph was apart of Caesers legion, an unforgiving group of people that killed, enslaved and destroyed towns. Ralph remembered the times of taking of Phoenix and enslaving the townsmembers seeking to rebuild it. He remembered building totureous devices such as the crusher or the pitfall enslaver. Unforging, shoot first ask later. Though ralph had a bad past, he seeks to make a good life of himself in the new found land he is settling on...
IGN:Jole Collins
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.:I have been on two other RP servers
Why Us:Because I have loved the fallout games and would like to give this server a try
Time You Can Dedicate:Right now basically about 4 hours or more
IC
Name:Jole Collins
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance:About 6'4, dark red hair, caucasian
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Jole is willing to help someone and is usually a nice guy
Occupation:engineer
Skills:metal working, engineering, and firearms
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey Jole what do you think of that building?"said the man next to him. "I don't trust the place there might be feral ghouls in there and I am low on ammo for my rifle" he said. *the man shrugs at Jole then begins to walk towards the building* "Hey wait up!" Jole had said loudly. *As the two walk into the building a feeling of dread washes over them* "I don't like the looks of this place man." He said.
Backstory: Jole was a normal guy well as normal as someone born into the wasteland his mother died giving birth to him so he was raised by his father who taught him some of the basic skills someone his age needed to survive. As Jole got older he began to learn how to engineer new things for the town he lived in and after awhile had got a decent gate defense system going. One day while he was working on a new project he had heard a noise outside when he went out to find out what it was he saw that raiders had gotten through the gate and had begun to kill the towns people. Jole panicked he hurried back inside and got together supplies to survive in the wastes he ran for the gate while the raiders were going through the other end of the town. He had no idea what happen to his father and had decided to never go back to that town in fear that raiders set up camp there. He now goes through the wastes at age twenty three looking for a way to make a living.P.S. the I.P doesn't work for me.
IGN: kalebtarrant
Age: Im gonna be honest, but 11.
Role-Play Exp.:Played fallout 3, NV, skyrim, and alot of darkRP on garrysmod
Why Us:I love roleplay, and i've been looking for a server that doesn't require donations do break a block.
Time You Can Dedicate:If i like the server, i can donate alot of time soon because summer break is coming up
IC
Name: Barry Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Has a beard, hair, he's fit, not so much about him. He looks average
Fears: Armed bombs and the enclave. Mostly cause their fearsome look of their helmets
Personality: Mostly a nice guy, tough, and on the fritz near T.N.T or other explosives.
Occupation: Nothing realy, he does jobs for caps mostly, but if he finds a job that he likes, he'll take it.
Skills: Good at hand to hand combat, smart, and good at crafting things and blacksmithing
Nickname (Optional): B.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As barry sat in the caravan, he was excedingly happy. He was returning to his hometown, nevada. Then they arrived at a NCR checkpoint.
Ncr troop: "Passport please."
The people on the caravan handed over their passports, and 50 caps.
"damn, i brought only 50 caps." barry said.
Barry grudgingly handed over both the items, then the caravan headed out.
Barry: *sighs*
Lucy: "what's wrong?"
"nothing." he said.
They headed out into the sunset, new vegas ahead.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): He was born on the waste's, raised on the waste's, and he will die on the waste's. His brother trained him in swordplay, and soon Barry became a natural. He became a caravan guard. "good pay, good job." he would always say. His sister would follow along, every and each job. Soon she started her own caravan, and hired her brother. They were very sucsesful. But after crossing the checkpoint into nevada, they were raided by bandits. They took about everything. Even his sister. Now, each day he keeps one eye open for the raiders that day, and the other eye on the road for bandits. "Don't trust the road." He now says. He is currently unemployed.
OOC
IGN: Pyro219
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have much.
Why Us: All the others are either down or terrible. I want to see what this server is like. It'll probably be my main server.
Time You Can Dedicate:Most of the day and night.
IC
Name: John Eziro
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, thin, blue eyes, dark brown hair, tanned skin.
Fears: Claustrophobia and Aracniphobia
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, intelligent.
Occupation: Gun for hire and courier
Skills: Guns, stealth, lockpicking, explosives, Energy weapons
Nickname (Optional): Eezo, Courier 6
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*John walks up to the bar* Hey, bartender, nuka-cola please.
*a group of men walk up, lead one speaks* Nuka? Boy you got any balls?
*John shifts* I don't drink.
*The men laugh, and the leader stabs a knife on the counter* No balls, boy.
*John sighs* Again. I don't drink.
*The men surround him* Boy you better fix your tone.
*John aims his pistol* No thanks. ((Combat ensues))
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born in Vegas, John Eziro, or "Eezo" as he was called by his street urchin buddies, was a thief and a fighter as long as he could remember. The son of one of the former families, John was obsessed about Courier Six, and collected anything he could that was used or owned by him, resorting to stealing, lying, cheating, and killing to get Courier Six artifacts. These things sharpened his skills and led him to become the warrior he is now. When he was 18, he decided the safety of the strip was not enough, and set out into the Mojave with his trusty Canteen, Vault Suit, and knife, ready to take on the wasteland.
He encountered many things in those 3 years. He dove down into a vault, traded with the tribals of Zion park, scavenged The Divide, and basically followed the footsteps of the Courier, eventually meeting the old, wizened Courier Six himself. John stayed for days, learning all he could about and from the Courier, and inheriting everything including his name when the Courier died. Now the new Courier Six, John is ready to make his mark on the wasteland.