Why are you leaving..? Your one of the nicest players on there.
Oh well, now we have to go kill everyone in a faction & town now because she is going. We'll start with the Enclave, go to the NCR, move to the BoS, & finish at Chinatown. The only one left shall be the Sexhat Brotherhood, & it will live forever.
bio doesn't make a whole lot of sense and feels rambly
reread rules
It's 2253, way less than 300 years in the future, it is also unlikely that you would be alive after being above ground without any protection, you would also be a ghoul putting your age way past 23
Sorry about that bro. I should have clearified. My character lived in the 40s, or 50s/60s when the nukes were dropped. Thus it was pretty much 300 years past when he lived. Not the present. Sorry once again. So 2253 is 300years later for my character.
Sorry about that. Yeah how about this then?
Caleb was your average 23 year old, he lived with his parents and his younger brother Elijah until he could finish college. He went to ITT and was close to finishing his college degree. Because of this, his skills in Energy Weapons and Computers are exceedingly high. This changed the day the world went to hell.
Caleb was walking through his neighborhood, trying to find his thirteen year old brother, who was out playing with a friend. He called his name, "Elijah! Elijah," he said, "It's time for dinner!" Finally after a few attempts, his brother finally heard him and responded. Saying, "OK! I'll be right there!" After a few seconds he saw his brother come running from the side yard of his friend's house. As he ran towards Caleb, the sky got dark, and he had a feeling down in the very core of his body, that things would not be alright.
Within seconds, a fierce red light lit up the sky, and Caleb felt everything around him, crumbling to pieces. He saw Elijah scream out to him, saying, "Help me!" in the most fearful blood curdling scream that could ever be realized from the body of a human being. Caleb felt extreme heat and a burning sensation about his body, as he felt this, he saw it happen to his brother. He was burned within seconds, while Caleb lost all consciousness and blacked out.
In what seemed like only seconds, Caleb was awake in some sort of capsule, which must have preserved his body. The capsule was in a run down shack. He was weak, but he was able to pick himself up, and leave. As he exited the mysterious shack, and the even more so capsule, he noticed bodies everywhere. But these people did not die of natural causes, but of bullet wounds. He was able to make it only a few yards out of the shake until he was in such shock as of what happened, he blacked out once again, only to awaken in a run down hospital, waking up to a man saying,
"It's a miracle you're alive kid. What the hell were you doing out there?"
"I don't know, I woke up in a capsule, in a shack. But before that there was a huge burning explosion, and then everything I knew and loved, was torn to bits before my eyes. It must have been the Soviets."
Doctor Glenn was baffled by this expression and told Caleb,
"Son, the last time any nukes were dropped was 300 years ago..."
To this day, Caleb searches the wastelands looking for a what, who, or why he was spared from the atomic holocaust, and why he was in a state of suspended animation for 300 years.
End of Bio.
Please let me know if this is appropriate.
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Hey, I have a few questions before I make an app and create Faction lore for a Faction that I have created. In my Faction I am the only living survivor known from the faction, people can join but would be more like my followers. Can I do this?
Why are you leaving..? Your one of the nicest players on there.
I didn't ***** when my town and a lot of player's hard work got destroyed( I did see it not fair really, but eh ) . But I don't think it was very nice to punish THE ENTIRE SERVER for my mistakes, you know? I am sorry players can't create any more towns or factions by the way, and I am sorry that the town got destroyed. Thanks for the compliments though? Anyways to avoid anything else I'm not gonna post here anymore. Sorry for the trouble.
Edit: Penguin & Milk
I'm sorry you got banned too ^-^;
Penguin, I totally kicked your ass btw.
IGN: coolboi360
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Played fallout 3 and NV. I have also played Skyrim. I have been staff for two fallout servers and played on 4.
Why Us: Because I love fallout and I love RP
Time You Can Dedicate: Mostly on weekends but also on weekdays for about 2 to 3 hours
IC
Name: Marki Al Stevenson
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: A bit chubby, black hair, an old ranger jacket, 5’7, looks younger
Fears: being stolen from home and killed, spiders, being attacked by a gang or traders
Personality: Calm, Listens, fearful, Friendly at times, trustworthy
Occupation: Son of Northern Trade route owner
Skills: Speech, Bargaining, sneak, pistols, getting what he wants, slow but smart about moves
Nickname (Optional): Big Money jr.(Only by traders passing through Trade route call him this) or Marki/Marko/Mark
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Mark: Benson, do you mind if I have a drink.
Benson wills: What! You need settle down on dat water boy!
Mark: Please Benson, In these times money counts more than drink.
Benson: It does?
Mark: *grabs water from Benson* Thank you Benson, I’ll remember to tell dad that you deserve a raise
Benson: But why would…*get interrupted*
Mark: Relax Benson, one day when your old you could buy something with your money.
Benson: Like…*interrupted by loud gunshots outside of window*
Mark: what the?
Benson: Get down boy! Trader be maddin!!!
Mark: *crying* I want my mommy
Benson: Shut up boy, they lookin for you!!!!!
Mark: *sniffling* bu… bu… but then they’ll kill me
Benson: Go through the back door and run Boy, Run!!!
Mark: *stands up and runs to dresser. Takes out 44. Magnum and gun belt, puts it on. Runs to the back door*
Benson: *whispering* run boy…
*While Mark is Running he looks back and sees Benson being pushed out of a window breaking the glass*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Marki Al Stevenson life was always pampered with goodies, food, and entertainment. He was one of the Lucky people in the Northern wasteland. What Marki didn’t know was that he was living a life of dirty lies, dirty people, and a dirty life. Marki wouldn’t have been what he was without his father. Marki’s father, Al Stevenson, was one of the tribe leaders in a West Wisconsin tribe. When the Wisconsin Republic began its hunt for slaves, mostly tribals, Al’s tribe had to move away further west. During the journey many of the leaders faced new wasteland problems that they hadn’t seen before. By day they would hide from groups of Hungry Mutants, and by night they would move swiftly and sneakily through the darkness to their destination, The Dump (Seattle). It was about half way through the move when they discovered a little town, called Roadside. This town was divided in to two by the giant road in between. Even though the town was small, it was bustling with people. Al quickly rounded up everybody in the town with forceful guns and pushing and told everyone that they were taking over. The people of the town didn’t have a leader, so when Al announced that he would run the town everyone cheered and praised the man. It was only a few days later that everything was running normally and Al settled down with his wife and two kids in the house on the hill overseeing the town. Al had found out that this town was a well-known stop for traders passing through the “Northern Trade Route”. With this knowledge he sent out men to cover miles with signs saying “pay road” or “enter without payment and die”. He covered almost 46 miles, calling “his” road the “Roadside Pay Road” and his company the same name but with a Co. in the end. Then after a few years of his money stealing road Marki was born under the Morning of a July sun. To Al, this was great; a new child was a whole new way of seeing life. Marki was spoiled though; as Marki grew older he began to demand more and more and more! Eventually Al decided to take a couple of months off work to train Marki in some of the skills he knew. Marki was only 7 when he already could shot a 44 mag 10 meters away, climb a tree in less than 30 seconds, Run as fast as the fastest runner in the former tribe, and could make a deal better than the deal itself. The training made Al tired and eventually he acquired a rare heart disease that was found by a traveling former Enclave doctor. Marki learned a lot from this Doctor, but not about medicine, about the Mojave. For the few days that the Doctor was there he told stories of a place that lit the night and seemed as if it was untouched by the bombs that hit America. He heard only bad things about the groups since the doctor still appreciated Enclave. Marki wanted to see that place one day, but with his dads sickness he would not dare leave his side. Marki’s oldest brother passed away before his father because of trader attacks on the Road. Then came Marki’s other brother, for the same reason. Marki always stayed either at home or in the town, which was not almost a very small city. Then two years after His last brother’s death his father passed away during a cold night sleep. It was only him, his mother, and his personal friend Benson wills. Benson wills was one of the miners in the town when the tribe arrived, he was a wise man and told Marki stories about how he imagined the world before the War. Benson also came from a tribe, one down south in a place known as the Central wasteland. The Central Wasteland was the worst of them all, there was no rule just war. Death was at every corner in the Central wasteland. It was one sunny day, about a year after Marki’s father’s death, when a large gang of trader came into the town holding the chopped off heads of the men from his dads company. The came in shooting everyone they saw and screaming, “Wasteland without Payment!”. That moment Benson told Marki to run, Marki’s mother was never found and Benson was thrown out of a window about 3 stories high. Marki ran as far as he could, by the time it was night he was almost at the border of his father’s land. Marki slept that night, as sound as a baby, trying to forget everything that happened and pretend that it was all a dream. The morning he woke up he felt like it was a new day, he didn’t care about his family anymore, everyone was dead anyways. He went south from where he was to the place the doc told him about, he knew that there he would earn his power back and become a leader in the Wasteland like his father. During his travels he learned a lot, about people and about himself. He found parts of himself that he never knew were there, he became friends with many people and used his bargaining to do good for himself. When he reached the divide the sight if it almost killed him, the place was a bowl of death just lying before him. He was one of the Lucky ones because using his sneaking skills he dodged most of the battles in front of him. When he reached the end of the divide he was glad to be out, He looked out into the night sky and saw the place. The Light, looked like it was many miles away, but then he knew he was passing Vegas. His time in Vegas was short, probably because he had no passport into it. He toured Freeside but soon left to continue his journey. He had walked many miles, miles he would regret. At one time he felt that he was dying on the inside, all the starvation, he felt like he could not walk a mile more. Marki woke up the next day in an oddly large caravan. The man driving looked like an old farmer; no words were spoken for the first 10 minutes. The Farmer and Marki became good acquaintances during the trip, but then the time came. The Farmer dropped Marki off at (the Spawn) and was off, waving goodbye and saying “good luck out there buddy”. Marki looked ahead and felt his future would start in this new land.
I didn't ***** when my town and a lot of player's hard work got destroyed( I did see it not fair really, but eh ) . But I don't think it was very nice to punish THE ENTIRE SERVER for my mistakes, you know? I am sorry players can't create any more towns or factions by the way, and I am sorry that the town got destroyed. Thanks for the compliments though? Anyways to avoid anything else I'm not gonna post here anymore. Sorry for the trouble.
Edit: Penguin & Milk
I'm sorry you got banned too ^-^;
Penguin, I totally kicked your ass btw.
You'll be missed for sure
But the way all this was solved saddens me at the highest point. Don't think everyone got punished for YOUR errors, the people who got punished was for their errors. We decided to remove subfactions and towns for a bit only to give us less things to deal with. Anyway I hope you will keep good memories of the server even after this. If you leave us well I will wish luck. Don't take all what happened on your shoulders and have fun whatever you decide to do. Even if I'd prefer to see none of you all leave :S
I find it sad to see some of our valuable members quit and wish you all the best of luck
and lol at Dex's avatar... I remember that moment...
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I didn't ***** when my town and a lot of player's hard work got destroyed( I did see it not fair really, but eh ) . But I don't think it was very nice to punish THE ENTIRE SERVER for my mistakes, you know? I am sorry players can't create any more towns or factions by the way, and I am sorry that the town got destroyed. Thanks for the compliments though? Anyways to avoid anything else I'm not gonna post here anymore. Sorry for the trouble.
Edit: Penguin & Milk
I'm sorry you got banned too ^-^;
Penguin, I totally kicked your ass btw.
Pop Please come back, Hewitt and Dex still enjoy your presence, we all miss you
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"I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be then me." Dr. Robotnik
Why Do I want to play on this server?: Because this server sounds absolutely awesome. I love both Fallout and Minecraft, as well as playing online in a community with others. I especially love RPG servers, and an RPG Fallout server sounds like sheer awesome.
Did I read the rules? Yes I did. I am not allowed to kill other players unless it is a Role Playing reason. I am not allowed to grief unless it is for the point of RP. I must follow the new life rule and I am not allowed to power game, which is trying to accomplish the goal so hardly that you end up being a jerk and unsportsman like.
IC:
Character Name: Caleb Wright
Character Age: 23
RP Example:
As Conner ran through the remains of the city, he had only one thing on his mind, getting away from them. Those mysterious beings whose name or origin is unknown, who seek blood to crave their dark desire. He dedicated every fiber of his being, and every ounce of energy he had to running through the city away from these dark beings. After minutes of running, he was completely spent, he blacked out for a split second and found himself laying on the ground, with blood gushing from his head.
"Help me!" he screamed out.
"No one will save you now."
Suddenly Conner sprang to his feet and pulled out his Switchblade, stabing the mysterious beast where it seemed like his heart would be.
"AAARRGGHH! What have you done?!?"
"Put an end to you."
"This is not the end, it is only the beginning. My death will bring about war between my people and your's, we will vanish all and inherit this earth, populating it with those like ourselves and there will never be peace for your species ever again. Say goodbye to all that you love, your family and your life that you love now, for it is all about to end."
The mysterious beast gave out one last victory cry, screaming,
"Victory for the emanti..."
but was unable to finish his slogan, before he was passed from the warm grasp of life, and into the icy clutch of death.
End of RP Example
Bio:
Caleb was your average 23 year old, he lived with his parents and his younger brother Elijah until he could finish college. He went to ITT and was close to finishing his college degree. Because of this, his skills in Energy Weapons and Computers are exceedingly high. This changed the day the world went to hell.
Caleb was walking through his neighborhood, trying to find his thirteen year old brother, who was out playing with a friend. He called his name, "Elijah! Elijah," he said, "It's time for dinner!" Finally after a few attempts, his brother finally heard him and responded. Saying, "OK! I'll be right there!" After a few seconds he saw his brother come running from the side yard of his friend's house. As he ran towards Caleb, the sky got dark, and he had a feeling down in the very core of his body, that things would not be alright.
Within seconds, a fierce red light lit up the sky, and Caleb felt everything around him, crumbling to pieces. He saw Elijah scream out to him, saying, "Help me!" in the most fearful blood curdling scream that could ever be realized from the body of a human being. Caleb felt extreme heat and a burning sensation about his body, as he felt this, he saw it happen to his brother. He was burned within seconds, while Caleb lost all consciousness and blacked out.
In what seemed like only seconds, Caleb was awake in some sort of capsule, which must have preserved his body. The capsule was in a run down shack. He was weak, but he was able to pick himself up, and leave. As he exited the mysterious shack, and the even more so capsule, he noticed bodies everywhere. But these people did not die of natural causes, but of bullet wounds. He was able to make it only a few yards out of the shake until he was in such shock as of what happened, he blacked out once again, only to awaken in a run down hospital, waking up to a man saying,
"It's a miracle you're alive kid. What the hell were you doing out there?"
"I don't know, I woke up in a capsule, in a shack. But before that there was a huge burning explosion, and then everything I knew and loved, was torn to bits before my eyes. It must have been the Soviets."
Doctor Glenn was baffled by this expression and told Caleb,
"Son, the last time any nukes were dropped was 300 years ago..."
To this day, Caleb searches the wastelands looking for a what, who, or why he was spared from the atomic holocaust, and why he was in a state of suspended animation for 300 years.
End of Bio.
I decided to resubmit since I edited my bio to be more realistic.
Bio edited: 3/30/2012 10:13PM
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>OOC
IGN:Luke735
Age:11
Why do you want to play on this server?:i didnt get a chance to getb on the steampunk server and i love fallout nv especially.
id you read the rules?yes
IC:
Character Name: Felix Bayden
haracter age:19 (157 actually)
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):felix is running down lumbard street (worlds crookedest street) *Enclave soldier:hey you there stop in the name of the enclave *felix:not a chance you enclave slob!! *enclave slob:fires at felix and misses and grazes him on the shoulder..*felix:aw #### damn gotta get rid of this guy. *Bos knight:felix good to see you i believe you have someone following you shall i assist you? *felix:yes please by all means. *enclave slob:oh isnt that cute you cry home to the brotherhood like a little ba-.....ughn. *bos knight:better? *felix:yes much better.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):Felix bayden was born in the year 2077 before the great war his parents wealthy americans anticipated the war and had their son cryogenically frozen and placed in a secure underground bunker with his name on the pod he was in they left him clothes and some things for him to know who he was ...who his family was....then the war struck then bombings but his bunker held strong and as the world above him cried out in agony and burned in neuclear flames baby felix stayed frozen in his bunker his parents did not get to their pods in time...........in the year 2234 he was discovered under the ruins of a mansion in california in his little cryogenic pod inside his safe bunker ..he was found by a brotherhood of steel paladin undercover as an NCR ranger who raised him as his own when he was 19 he learned from the paladin who he was and about his family...the paladin also found a message telling of a mystical place near the golden gate bridge with weapons and armor and amazing things.... felix has since been looking for this stash of weapons he has not found such a thing yet.
(p.s. you realize im talking about the old liberty ship right lke at the base of the bridge its actually there in real life.)
It's all fun and games until someone loses a town.
But in the end you're just playing minecraft.
We've gone through so many server deaths, relaunches and maps being rebuilt.
Time goes by and I feel all the pixels in this game are completely expendable.
Almost like my time here.
Don't be down Rev. You are completely irreplacable. You are special, and whether it's deep down or right at the top of their hearts everybody appreciates and respects you to no short degree. These may just be words, but I hope they can convey how much everyone here at the Vault loves you and needs you. You rock.
Oh god, I just made us sound like children with a mother, which is exactly the feeling that you hate . * ish face*
Oh god, I just made us sound like children with a mother, which is exactly the feeling that you hate . * ish face*
It always been like this ... anyway Mommy needs and deserve her break. Time for the older kids to rule place and show that we can take care of the server by ourselves... for once.
I didn't ***** when my town and a lot of player's hard work got destroyed( I did see it not fair really, but eh ) . But I don't think it was very nice to punish THE ENTIRE SERVER for my mistakes, you know? I am sorry players can't create any more towns or factions by the way, and I am sorry that the town got destroyed. Thanks for the compliments though? Anyways to avoid anything else I'm not gonna post here anymore. Sorry for the trouble.
Edit: Penguin & Milk
I'm sorry you got banned too ^-^;
Penguin, I totally kicked your ass btw.
You will be missed pop. You were one of the best Rper is this server.
OOC: I'm sorry I could message you the OOC I just don't understand what it means
IGN: angelabritt Age:24 Why do you want to play on this server?: I've been on a fallout server before. It went away like a storm. I've been lost and I never went on another minecraft server since... But maybe I could join your server. WHen I read the rules and RP lore I thought "Hey Just what I wanted." Time you can dedicate to our server:I could dedicate all of the weekends and from 3:30 to 4:30 on the weekdays
Did you read the rules?: Yes I have here they are
-No griefing at ALL, except RP related grief (it better be a good RP reason too)
-Respect the staff and players
-If you have a complaint or suggestion, please report it on our forums, nowhere else
- No 1x1 towers or bridges to break into bases
-Chests can be looted
-NO ****ING COUPS. IF YOU THINK YOU'RE A BETTER LEADER TALK TO STAFF ABOUT IT.
-No backseat moderating
-Use common sense, there are some rules not stated do require common sense, so are exempt from being put on the rules list
-Subfactions are allowed but raider subfactions are forbidden and the player that attempted to make and organize one will be banned if they try to make one on the server.
-To obtain Faction/subfaction status, please fill out the faction application to be approved or denied.
Character Name: Scavenger_Joseph
Character Age: 26
RP EXAMPLE
: A lonely man walking in what is left of san francisco with his only companion Rue. A female dog he found abandon in a old scrapyard all the way back in the mojave. He was a scavenger didn't care if he was looting body's or bags or body bags. All that he cared about was keeping his dog Rue safe.
Only after a hour of traveling away from his camp he found him in a not-so friendly conversation with a group of raiders.
"I'll just walk past your little roadblock here. Also don go pointing that gun around gonna shoot your eye out kid.."
"I'M NOT A KID I'M 16 YEARS OLD UUUGH YOUR GONNA DIE HAHAHAHA!"
"Rue... sick em"
So the dog ripped one of raiders arms off well the lonely scavenger took his bow and shot the other right between the eyes. The dog started to yelp and cry. As said as it was. The scavenger knew what he had to do. He made it quick and clean with a 357, magnum one of the raiders was handling. That was his story so far...
BIO
In the mojave wasteland lived a poor family. There was a father mother sister and soon a son. The family barely had enough money to keep themselves fed but soon they would have to feed another child! The mother and father came up with two options. THey were: Give the child to a waste lander. Or earn more money.
WELL! Lets just say the parents were not the best. They gave him to a rather old man in the wasteland. The old man named the young boy Joseph. By the time the boy was 12 years old the old man gave him a little present he found well "borrowing" from a caravan. Josephs very own hunting bow. Ever since that day the boy was hunting for the old man. He became well known for hunting the small area of the mojave wasteland that they lived in.
6 years have passed and Josephs "father" had passed away. Joseph felt that his last family member had left him. He left his passed behind him and never went back to the old shack he once called home. Or to the grave of the old man who had raised him. Instead he traveled to san francisco. To him that was his new home. He managed to escape the horrible past
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"You little babby man you so weak"
"Says the man wearing skinny pink underwear"
Why are you leaving..? Your one of the nicest players on there.
Oh well, now we have to go kill everyone in a faction & town now because she is going. We'll start with the Enclave, go to the NCR, move to the BoS, & finish at Chinatown. The only one left shall be the Sexhat Brotherhood, & it will live forever.
Oh! There will be blood. =.=
Sorry about that bro. I should have clearified. My character lived in the 40s, or 50s/60s when the nukes were dropped. Thus it was pretty much 300 years past when he lived. Not the present. Sorry once again. So 2253 is 300years later for my character.
Sorry about that. Yeah how about this then?
Caleb was your average 23 year old, he lived with his parents and his younger brother Elijah until he could finish college. He went to ITT and was close to finishing his college degree. Because of this, his skills in Energy Weapons and Computers are exceedingly high. This changed the day the world went to hell.
Caleb was walking through his neighborhood, trying to find his thirteen year old brother, who was out playing with a friend. He called his name, "Elijah! Elijah," he said, "It's time for dinner!" Finally after a few attempts, his brother finally heard him and responded. Saying, "OK! I'll be right there!" After a few seconds he saw his brother come running from the side yard of his friend's house. As he ran towards Caleb, the sky got dark, and he had a feeling down in the very core of his body, that things would not be alright.
Within seconds, a fierce red light lit up the sky, and Caleb felt everything around him, crumbling to pieces. He saw Elijah scream out to him, saying, "Help me!" in the most fearful blood curdling scream that could ever be realized from the body of a human being. Caleb felt extreme heat and a burning sensation about his body, as he felt this, he saw it happen to his brother. He was burned within seconds, while Caleb lost all consciousness and blacked out.
In what seemed like only seconds, Caleb was awake in some sort of capsule, which must have preserved his body. The capsule was in a run down shack. He was weak, but he was able to pick himself up, and leave. As he exited the mysterious shack, and the even more so capsule, he noticed bodies everywhere. But these people did not die of natural causes, but of bullet wounds. He was able to make it only a few yards out of the shake until he was in such shock as of what happened, he blacked out once again, only to awaken in a run down hospital, waking up to a man saying,
"It's a miracle you're alive kid. What the hell were you doing out there?"
"I don't know, I woke up in a capsule, in a shack. But before that there was a huge burning explosion, and then everything I knew and loved, was torn to bits before my eyes. It must have been the Soviets."
Doctor Glenn was baffled by this expression and told Caleb,
"Son, the last time any nukes were dropped was 300 years ago..."
To this day, Caleb searches the wastelands looking for a what, who, or why he was spared from the atomic holocaust, and why he was in a state of suspended animation for 300 years.
End of Bio.
Please let me know if this is appropriate.
"Says the man wearing skinny pink underwear"
I didn't ***** when my town and a lot of player's hard work got destroyed( I did see it not fair really, but eh ) . But I don't think it was very nice to punish THE ENTIRE SERVER for my mistakes, you know? I am sorry players can't create any more towns or factions by the way, and I am sorry that the town got destroyed. Thanks for the compliments though? Anyways to avoid anything else I'm not gonna post here anymore. Sorry for the trouble.
Edit: Penguin & Milk
I'm sorry you got banned too ^-^;
Penguin, I totally kicked your ass btw.
OOC
IGN: coolboi360
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Played fallout 3 and NV. I have also played Skyrim. I have been staff for two fallout servers and played on 4.
Why Us: Because I love fallout and I love RP
Time You Can Dedicate: Mostly on weekends but also on weekdays for about 2 to 3 hours
IC
Name: Marki Al Stevenson
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: A bit chubby, black hair, an old ranger jacket, 5’7, looks younger
Fears: being stolen from home and killed, spiders, being attacked by a gang or traders
Personality: Calm, Listens, fearful, Friendly at times, trustworthy
Occupation: Son of Northern Trade route owner
Skills: Speech, Bargaining, sneak, pistols, getting what he wants, slow but smart about moves
Nickname (Optional): Big Money jr.(Only by traders passing through Trade route call him this) or Marki/Marko/Mark
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Mark: Benson, do you mind if I have a drink.
Benson wills: What! You need settle down on dat water boy!
Mark: Please Benson, In these times money counts more than drink.
Benson: It does?
Mark: *grabs water from Benson* Thank you Benson, I’ll remember to tell dad that you deserve a raise
Benson: But why would…*get interrupted*
Mark: Relax Benson, one day when your old you could buy something with your money.
Benson: Like…*interrupted by loud gunshots outside of window*
Mark: what the?
Benson: Get down boy! Trader be maddin!!!
Mark: *crying* I want my mommy
Benson: Shut up boy, they lookin for you!!!!!
Mark: *sniffling* bu… bu… but then they’ll kill me
Benson: Go through the back door and run Boy, Run!!!
Mark: *stands up and runs to dresser. Takes out 44. Magnum and gun belt, puts it on. Runs to the back door*
Benson: *whispering* run boy…
*While Mark is Running he looks back and sees Benson being pushed out of a window breaking the glass*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Marki Al Stevenson life was always pampered with goodies, food, and entertainment. He was one of the Lucky people in the Northern wasteland. What Marki didn’t know was that he was living a life of dirty lies, dirty people, and a dirty life. Marki wouldn’t have been what he was without his father. Marki’s father, Al Stevenson, was one of the tribe leaders in a West Wisconsin tribe. When the Wisconsin Republic began its hunt for slaves, mostly tribals, Al’s tribe had to move away further west. During the journey many of the leaders faced new wasteland problems that they hadn’t seen before. By day they would hide from groups of Hungry Mutants, and by night they would move swiftly and sneakily through the darkness to their destination, The Dump (Seattle). It was about half way through the move when they discovered a little town, called Roadside. This town was divided in to two by the giant road in between. Even though the town was small, it was bustling with people. Al quickly rounded up everybody in the town with forceful guns and pushing and told everyone that they were taking over. The people of the town didn’t have a leader, so when Al announced that he would run the town everyone cheered and praised the man. It was only a few days later that everything was running normally and Al settled down with his wife and two kids in the house on the hill overseeing the town. Al had found out that this town was a well-known stop for traders passing through the “Northern Trade Route”. With this knowledge he sent out men to cover miles with signs saying “pay road” or “enter without payment and die”. He covered almost 46 miles, calling “his” road the “Roadside Pay Road” and his company the same name but with a Co. in the end. Then after a few years of his money stealing road Marki was born under the Morning of a July sun. To Al, this was great; a new child was a whole new way of seeing life. Marki was spoiled though; as Marki grew older he began to demand more and more and more! Eventually Al decided to take a couple of months off work to train Marki in some of the skills he knew. Marki was only 7 when he already could shot a 44 mag 10 meters away, climb a tree in less than 30 seconds, Run as fast as the fastest runner in the former tribe, and could make a deal better than the deal itself. The training made Al tired and eventually he acquired a rare heart disease that was found by a traveling former Enclave doctor. Marki learned a lot from this Doctor, but not about medicine, about the Mojave. For the few days that the Doctor was there he told stories of a place that lit the night and seemed as if it was untouched by the bombs that hit America. He heard only bad things about the groups since the doctor still appreciated Enclave. Marki wanted to see that place one day, but with his dads sickness he would not dare leave his side. Marki’s oldest brother passed away before his father because of trader attacks on the Road. Then came Marki’s other brother, for the same reason. Marki always stayed either at home or in the town, which was not almost a very small city. Then two years after His last brother’s death his father passed away during a cold night sleep. It was only him, his mother, and his personal friend Benson wills. Benson wills was one of the miners in the town when the tribe arrived, he was a wise man and told Marki stories about how he imagined the world before the War. Benson also came from a tribe, one down south in a place known as the Central wasteland. The Central Wasteland was the worst of them all, there was no rule just war. Death was at every corner in the Central wasteland. It was one sunny day, about a year after Marki’s father’s death, when a large gang of trader came into the town holding the chopped off heads of the men from his dads company. The came in shooting everyone they saw and screaming, “Wasteland without Payment!”. That moment Benson told Marki to run, Marki’s mother was never found and Benson was thrown out of a window about 3 stories high. Marki ran as far as he could, by the time it was night he was almost at the border of his father’s land. Marki slept that night, as sound as a baby, trying to forget everything that happened and pretend that it was all a dream. The morning he woke up he felt like it was a new day, he didn’t care about his family anymore, everyone was dead anyways. He went south from where he was to the place the doc told him about, he knew that there he would earn his power back and become a leader in the Wasteland like his father. During his travels he learned a lot, about people and about himself. He found parts of himself that he never knew were there, he became friends with many people and used his bargaining to do good for himself. When he reached the divide the sight if it almost killed him, the place was a bowl of death just lying before him. He was one of the Lucky ones because using his sneaking skills he dodged most of the battles in front of him. When he reached the end of the divide he was glad to be out, He looked out into the night sky and saw the place. The Light, looked like it was many miles away, but then he knew he was passing Vegas. His time in Vegas was short, probably because he had no passport into it. He toured Freeside but soon left to continue his journey. He had walked many miles, miles he would regret. At one time he felt that he was dying on the inside, all the starvation, he felt like he could not walk a mile more. Marki woke up the next day in an oddly large caravan. The man driving looked like an old farmer; no words were spoken for the first 10 minutes. The Farmer and Marki became good acquaintances during the trip, but then the time came. The Farmer dropped Marki off at (the Spawn) and was off, waving goodbye and saying “good luck out there buddy”. Marki looked ahead and felt his future would start in this new land.
****.
You'll be missed for sure
But the way all this was solved saddens me at the highest point. Don't think everyone got punished for YOUR errors, the people who got punished was for their errors. We decided to remove subfactions and towns for a bit only to give us less things to deal with. Anyway I hope you will keep good memories of the server even after this. If you leave us well I will wish luck. Don't take all what happened on your shoulders and have fun whatever you decide to do. Even if I'd prefer to see none of you all leave :S
I find it sad to see some of our valuable members quit
and lol at Dex's avatar... I remember that moment...
Pop Please come back, Hewitt and Dex still enjoy your presence, we all miss you
I decided to resubmit since I edited my bio to be more realistic.
Bio edited: 3/30/2012 10:13PM
IGN:Luke735
Age:11
Why do you want to play on this server?:i didnt get a chance to getb on the steampunk server and i love fallout nv especially.
id you read the rules?yes
IC:
Character Name: Felix Bayden
haracter age:19 (157 actually)
RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):felix is running down lumbard street (worlds crookedest street) *Enclave soldier:hey you there stop in the name of the enclave *felix:not a chance you enclave slob!! *enclave slob:fires at felix and misses and grazes him on the shoulder..*felix:aw #### damn gotta get rid of this guy. *Bos knight:felix good to see you i believe you have someone following you shall i assist you? *felix:yes please by all means. *enclave slob:oh isnt that cute you cry home to the brotherhood like a little ba-.....ughn. *bos knight:better? *felix:yes much better.
Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):Felix bayden was born in the year 2077 before the great war his parents wealthy americans anticipated the war and had their son cryogenically frozen and placed in a secure underground bunker with his name on the pod he was in they left him clothes and some things for him to know who he was ...who his family was....then the war struck then bombings but his bunker held strong and as the world above him cried out in agony and burned in neuclear flames baby felix stayed frozen in his bunker his parents did not get to their pods in time...........in the year 2234 he was discovered under the ruins of a mansion in california in his little cryogenic pod inside his safe bunker ..he was found by a brotherhood of steel paladin undercover as an NCR ranger who raised him as his own when he was 19 he learned from the paladin who he was and about his family...the paladin also found a message telling of a mystical place near the golden gate bridge with weapons and armor and amazing things.... felix has since been looking for this stash of weapons he has not found such a thing yet.
(p.s. you realize im talking about the old liberty ship right lke at the base of the bridge its actually there in real life.)
But in the end you're just playing minecraft.
We've gone through so many server deaths, relaunches and maps being rebuilt.
Time goes by and I feel all the pixels in this game are completely expendable.
Almost like my time here.
Don't be down Rev. You are completely irreplacable. You are special, and whether it's deep down or right at the top of their hearts everybody appreciates and respects you to no short degree. These may just be words, but I hope they can convey how much everyone here at the Vault loves you and needs you. You rock.
Oh god, I just made us sound like children with a mother, which is exactly the feeling that you hate . *
It always been like this ... anyway Mommy needs and deserve her break. Time for the older kids to rule place and show that we can take care of the server by ourselves... for once.
You will be missed pop. You were one of the best Rper is this server.
OOC: I'm sorry I could message you the OOC I just don't understand what it means
IGN: angelabritt
Age:24
Why do you want to play on this server?: I've been on a fallout server before. It went away like a storm. I've been lost and I never went on another minecraft server since... But maybe I could join your server. WHen I read the rules and RP lore I thought "Hey Just what I wanted."
Time you can dedicate to our server: I could dedicate all of the weekends and from 3:30 to 4:30 on the weekdays
Did you read the rules?: Yes I have here they are
-No griefing at ALL, except RP related grief (it better be a good RP reason too)
-Respect the staff and players
-If you have a complaint or suggestion, please report it on our forums, nowhere else
- No 1x1 towers or bridges to break into bases
-Chests can be looted
-NO ****ING COUPS. IF YOU THINK YOU'RE A BETTER LEADER TALK TO STAFF ABOUT IT.
-No backseat moderating
-Use common sense, there are some rules not stated do require common sense, so are exempt from being put on the rules list
-Subfactions are allowed but raider subfactions are forbidden and the player that attempted to make and organize one will be banned if they try to make one on the server.
-To obtain Faction/subfaction status, please fill out the faction application to be approved or denied.
Character Name: Scavenger_Joseph
Character Age: 26
RP EXAMPLE
: A lonely man walking in what is left of san francisco with his only companion Rue. A female dog he found abandon in a old scrapyard all the way back in the mojave. He was a scavenger didn't care if he was looting body's or bags or body bags. All that he cared about was keeping his dog Rue safe.
Only after a hour of traveling away from his camp he found him in a not-so friendly conversation with a group of raiders.
"I'll just walk past your little roadblock here. Also don go pointing that gun around gonna shoot your eye out kid.."
"I'M NOT A KID I'M 16 YEARS OLD UUUGH YOUR GONNA DIE HAHAHAHA!"
"Rue... sick em"
So the dog ripped one of raiders arms off well the lonely scavenger took his bow and shot the other right between the eyes. The dog started to yelp and cry. As said as it was. The scavenger knew what he had to do. He made it quick and clean with a 357, magnum one of the raiders was handling. That was his story so far...
BIO
In the mojave wasteland lived a poor family. There was a father mother sister and soon a son. The family barely had enough money to keep themselves fed but soon they would have to feed another child! The mother and father came up with two options. THey were: Give the child to a waste lander. Or earn more money.
WELL! Lets just say the parents were not the best. They gave him to a rather old man in the wasteland. The old man named the young boy Joseph. By the time the boy was 12 years old the old man gave him a little present he found well "borrowing" from a caravan. Josephs very own hunting bow. Ever since that day the boy was hunting for the old man. He became well known for hunting the small area of the mojave wasteland that they lived in.
6 years have passed and Josephs "father" had passed away. Joseph felt that his last family member had left him. He left his passed behind him and never went back to the old shack he once called home. Or to the grave of the old man who had raised him. Instead he traveled to san francisco. To him that was his new home. He managed to escape the horrible past
"Says the man wearing skinny pink underwear"