Denied, we don't like amnesia stories because they seem to be a cheap way out of writing a better app, and we have had bad experiences with people who have had delusions of godliness
That's kinda lame. Alright, then I'll edit it a bit.
OOC:
IGN: Libidinosus
Age: 17
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've never been on an RP server before, and I love the Fallout lore/story/etc., I'd like to give this server a try.
Did you read the rules? I did.
IC:
Character Name: Libidinosus
RP Example: (I'm sorry, I'm not the best writer.)
Libidinosus stands underneath the gates to the abandoned settlement. Several shacks dot the area inside, surrounded by a fence in horrible condition. This place is well picked over but he knows what's he's looking for. Something the simple raiders and pickers could have missed. He shambles inside and looks around for a promising-looking shack. He selects the one roughly in the center. The sheet metal door has been discarded to the side. There is nothing inside. He pauses for a moment, turns around, and ducks quickly out of the way of a knife. Catching the arm at the wrist with his right hand aove him, he kicks out the knees of his agressor and places his boot on the back of his neck. The man is older and is wearling little more than rags on his waist. As the man refuses to cooperate, Libidinosus sees no point in this mortal's existance and puts a bullet in the writhing figure's head. "Mortals...? If there is such life here..." Libidinosus's search would not end here. He continues on. His prize is well worth the effort, after all.
Bio:
Real name Garth Mramor, though this name is long forgotten by the world. Mramor was born in Vault 201 in the year 2132 and was cyrogenically frozen in 2163. When he emerged, the sights of the bodies of his loved ones and closest friends littered around him drove him utterly insane. He threw away all past aspects of his life and adopted the persona Libidinosus, and is constantly searching for something he cannot describe or identify, he simply will know what it is when he finds it. He refers to all others at "mortal" and to himself as "this one." Libidinosus is usually friendly and open to conversation, though not very good at it. Other times he slips into a grim mindset and keeps to himself, rarely speaking. He is a logical thinker, doing what best fits the situation, often trying to not interfere with other people's lives. Violence is not Libidinosus's favorite course of action, rarely resorting to it outside of self defense.
As for San Francisco, Libidinosus had heard about it from an NCR patrol visiting the settlement he had taken refuge in for a few months. He cares not of Wendell Peterson that the usually spoke of, but one NCR said something that caught Libidinosus's attention. He believes it alludes to what he is searching for. He believes it is there. In San Francisco. He soon sets out for this place, hoping to never set out for another place again.
Am i accepted? I realize the Legion didnt start yet but I was just making my app on what I know. It's not like I memorized the dates for every fallout event or every legion event to know when they started for that matter
OOC: IGN: Kralion Age: 14 Why do you want to play on this server?: I know the owner and several of the admins and I know they can run a good server. Did you read the rules?: Yes IC: Character Name: Maxton Shiner Character age: Unknown ( Hes a ghoul. He doesnt age ) RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
*Maxton is walking down the desert, he gathers fruits and other edible materials. Eventually he finds himself in a cliff picking mutfruit off trees. He suddenly hears something*
Maxton: I can hear you...
*Quick shuffling, a group of legionaries surrounds him*
Legionary leader: This land belongs to Caesar, leave now you rotten fiend or die under our guns.
*Maxton chuckles to himself, his ghoul state making his laugh sound rather malicious*
Maxton: Or...You run back to your tents and I wont have to murder your smoothskin asses.
*Before even a firefight can ensue Maxton removes a revolver from his holster and fires six times. The legionaries drop to the ground, except the leader who struggles with a bullet in his leg*
*Maxton calmly walks to the injuried legionary, waits a while and then slams his foot on his chest, breaking some ribs, the legionary cries out in pain*
Maxton: Cry all you want. Your still gonna be a broken, bleeding ******* no matter how much you sob...
*Maxton walks away and lets the Legionary by himself. He still sometimes wonders to himself what happened to him.*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Maxton Shiner was raised in a military background in the Enclave. He became a soldier and then a captain for his "Unquestionable loyalty" but while on a mission on a heavily damaged pre-war facility he went MIA. He had trapped himself in a room filled with radiation and underwent a ghoulification process. When he finally freed himself from the room he couldnt bring himself to go home in such a state and decided to wander the wasteland and try to find some sort of cure. His upbringing in the Enclave had make him think that the Enclave had helped the wasteland and its people. He was mistaken.
Maxton founded a town with the help of a Desert Ranger, one of the many friends he had made in his travels. The small city prospered until the Enclave found it. The Vertibirds rained dead on the town and the only survivor was Maxton, that was doing trade in another settlement. Even his Desert Ranger friend perished and when Maxton found his body he took his armor as a remainder of him and the Enclave. Once again he decided to wander the wasteland...
One day, his road took him to a place called San Francisco...
IGN: Deremotive
Age:14
Reason to join? love the fall out series and i have been looking for a good fallout lore server.
Have You read the rules? Yes
Character name: Nemuru
Age: ??? (Ghost seeker)
Rp Example: *Nemuru is walking down the way, his hazmat suit ripped in places*
Nemuru:(dam ghouls)
*he though to himself as he bent down under a tree to inspect the damage to his suit*
Nemuru: (my mask is broken halfway off, and to make matters worse they also ripped off part of my suit)
*A Revolver clicks behind him*
???: best put down your spear you mutated freak
*nemuru Throws a gas grenade down at the ground and soon the entire area is covered in smoke*
???: What the he-
*nemuru cuts his arm off with his trusty Cosmic Spear and knocks him to the ground*
???: wha-What the hell are you?
Nemuru: *his voice after many years of non use cracks but is clearly Definable* Oh me? im just.....a ghost
*Nemuru cuts his other arm of as well then takes every thing off him and sees that he was a Brotherhood of steel member.
Nemuru looks off and sees a city not to far off. he then pulls the mask tighter on his face and heads that way*
Bio: Nemuru Is a Ghost Seeker from The villa near new vegas.He was one of the younger Crew Workers and one of the last to get a suit.His Intelligence has remained unlike those of the other ghost people. after watching many of his own people die from a intruder attacking them and removing the cloud from the villa He ran away in fear from the man and so has been heading south-west since. he has just now made it to the bay city.Since no ghost people have ever wandered away from the villa, the un-clouded air is altering him and changing him and bringing back past memories from his life before becoming a ghost person.
His mask and suit have been ripped many times by ghouls and other wastelanders. He is quick thinking and relies on his senses, excelled by the cloud.His mask being off shows a scarred face and long dirty blond hair from not being cut in a while. What brings most attention is the glowing going off by his eyes.Because of this he is treated like he is radio active which is not true since the cloud stoped that from entering the villa. His skin is very pale and he is very skinny with out the suit. Since being a trapper he is
That's kinda lame. Alright, then I'll edit it a bit.
OOC:
IGN: Libidinosus
Age: 17
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've never been on an RP server before, and I love the Fallout lore/story/etc., I'd like to give this server a try.
Did you read the rules? I did.
IC:
Character Name: Libidinosus
RP Example: (I'm sorry, I'm not the best writer.)
Libidinosus stands underneath the gates to the abandoned settlement. Several shacks dot the area inside, surrounded by a fence in horrible condition. This place is well picked over but he knows what's he's looking for. Something the simple raiders and pickers could have missed. He shambles inside and looks around for a promising-looking shack. He selects the one roughly in the center. The sheet metal door has been discarded to the side. There is nothing inside. He pauses for a moment, turns around, and ducks quickly out of the way of a knife. Catching the arm at the wrist with his right hand aove him, he kicks out the knees of his agressor and places his boot on the back of his neck. The man is older and is wearling little more than rags on his waist. As the man refuses to cooperate, Libidinosus sees no point in this mortal's existance and puts a bullet in the writhing figure's head. "Mortals...? If there is such life here..." Libidinosus's search would not end here. He continues on. His prize is well worth the effort, after all.
Bio:
Real name Garth Mramor, though this name is long forgotten by the world. Mramor was born in Vault 201 in the year 2132 and was cyrogenically frozen in 2163. When he emerged, the sights of the bodies of his loved ones and closest friends littered around him drove him utterly insane. He threw away all past aspects of his life and adopted the persona Libidinosus, and is constantly searching for something he cannot describe or identify, he simply will know what it is when he finds it. He refers to all others at "mortal" and to himself as "this one." Libidinosus is usually friendly and open to conversation, though not very good at it. Other times he slips into a grim mindset and keeps to himself, rarely speaking. He is a logical thinker, doing what best fits the situation, often trying to not interfere with other people's lives. Violence is not Libidinosus's favorite course of action, rarely resorting to it outside of self defense.
As for San Francisco, Libidinosus had heard about it from an NCR patrol visiting the settlement he had taken refuge in for a few months. He cares not of Wendell Peterson that the usually spoke of, but one NCR said something that caught Libidinosus's attention. He believes it alludes to what he is searching for. He believes it is there. In San Francisco. He soon sets out for this place, hoping to never set out for another place again.
one second
accepted
you are now
Im not
HoNk
hOnK
MoThEr****Er
: o)
Accepted my faygo drinking brother.
Plox?
IGN's madprotester btw
Oh my god this made me **** myself.
Haha Gamzee's one my favorite trolls.
Whitelisted you dudes.
I hate you. I hate you so, so much...
Hurray For Labor day
Edit: ok, what. the. ****. I'm trying to send a verification e-mail and it's denying that ii_GoldDigger_ii even exists.
"Ok, which one of you shitheads did this?" *Starts waving gun around*
IGN: Kralion
Age: 14
Why do you want to play on this server?: I know the owner and several of the admins and I know they can run a good server.
Did you read the rules?: Yes
IC:
Character Name: Maxton Shiner
Character age: Unknown ( Hes a ghoul. He doesnt age )
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
*Maxton is walking down the desert, he gathers fruits and other edible materials. Eventually he finds himself in a cliff picking mutfruit off trees. He suddenly hears something*
Maxton: I can hear you...
*Quick shuffling, a group of legionaries surrounds him*
Legionary leader: This land belongs to Caesar, leave now you rotten fiend or die under our guns.
*Maxton chuckles to himself, his ghoul state making his laugh sound rather malicious*
Maxton: Or...You run back to your tents and I wont have to murder your smoothskin asses.
*Before even a firefight can ensue Maxton removes a revolver from his holster and fires six times. The legionaries drop to the ground, except the leader who struggles with a bullet in his leg*
*Maxton calmly walks to the injuried legionary, waits a while and then slams his foot on his chest, breaking some ribs, the legionary cries out in pain*
Maxton: Cry all you want. Your still gonna be a broken, bleeding ******* no matter how much you sob...
*Maxton walks away and lets the Legionary by himself. He still sometimes wonders to himself what happened to him.*
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs): Maxton Shiner was raised in a military background in the Enclave. He became a soldier and then a captain for his "Unquestionable loyalty" but while on a mission on a heavily damaged pre-war facility he went MIA. He had trapped himself in a room filled with radiation and underwent a ghoulification process. When he finally freed himself from the room he couldnt bring himself to go home in such a state and decided to wander the wasteland and try to find some sort of cure. His upbringing in the Enclave had make him think that the Enclave had helped the wasteland and its people. He was mistaken.
Maxton founded a town with the help of a Desert Ranger, one of the many friends he had made in his travels. The small city prospered until the Enclave found it. The Vertibirds rained dead on the town and the only survivor was Maxton, that was doing trade in another settlement. Even his Desert Ranger friend perished and when Maxton found his body he took his armor as a remainder of him and the Enclave. Once again he decided to wander the wasteland...
One day, his road took him to a place called San Francisco...
Labor weekend isn't till september over here, I think.
Age:14
Reason to join? love the fall out series and i have been looking for a good fallout lore server.
Have You read the rules? Yes
Character name: Nemuru
Age: ??? (Ghost seeker)
Rp Example: *Nemuru is walking down the way, his hazmat suit ripped in places*
Nemuru:(dam ghouls)
*he though to himself as he bent down under a tree to inspect the damage to his suit*
Nemuru: (my mask is broken halfway off, and to make matters worse they also ripped off part of my suit)
*A Revolver clicks behind him*
???: best put down your spear you mutated freak
*nemuru Throws a gas grenade down at the ground and soon the entire area is covered in smoke*
???: What the he-
*nemuru cuts his arm off with his trusty Cosmic Spear and knocks him to the ground*
???: wha-What the hell are you?
Nemuru: *his voice after many years of non use cracks but is clearly Definable* Oh me? im just.....a ghost
*Nemuru cuts his other arm of as well then takes every thing off him and sees that he was a Brotherhood of steel member.
Nemuru looks off and sees a city not to far off. he then pulls the mask tighter on his face and heads that way*
Bio: Nemuru Is a Ghost Seeker from The villa near new vegas.He was one of the younger Crew Workers and one of the last to get a suit.His Intelligence has remained unlike those of the other ghost people. after watching many of his own people die from a intruder attacking them and removing the cloud from the villa He ran away in fear from the man and so has been heading south-west since. he has just now made it to the bay city.Since no ghost people have ever wandered away from the villa, the un-clouded air is altering him and changing him and bringing back past memories from his life before becoming a ghost person.
His mask and suit have been ripped many times by ghouls and other wastelanders. He is quick thinking and relies on his senses, excelled by the cloud.His mask being off shows a scarred face and long dirty blond hair from not being cut in a while. What brings most attention is the glowing going off by his eyes.Because of this he is treated like he is radio active which is not true since the cloud stoped that from entering the villa. His skin is very pale and he is very skinny with out the suit. Since being a trapper he is