IGN: sootburner
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout, and the Elder Scrolls series, I have also played on a few other Minecraft Roleplay servers.
Why Us: Because I am looking for a new server to play on because there are not many good ones out there right now.
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-3 hours a day.
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Name: John Blackburn
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: 6' tall, Brown hair, semi-muscular appearance, blue eyes.
Fears: Being in large crowds of people he doesn't know.
Personality: Careful, yet outgoing.
Occupation: Technology
Skills: Hand to hand combat, melee weapon fights and usage.
Nickname (Optional):Johnny
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Chief: Alright men are you ready to move out and make the brotherhood proud?
Soldiers: Sir yes Sir!
Chief: Alright now I want our snipers on the West and East ridges, I need the infantry to stand in the valley, and Heavier weapons to stay in the back, do i make myself clear?!
Soldiers: Sir yes Sir!
... Later that day when the soldiers of the Brotherhood listened to all of the chiefs orders, they defeated the ongoing Enclave that were going down that valley that day and did not have a single death on their side of the field.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): John was always a boy of curiosity and exploration. He wished to see the entire world someday, but wasn't sure how he was going to do it. So when the war had came, he was in the Vault one day and noticed that there was a Radroach and then the alarm sounded for radiation emergency lock down. So he knew that everyone would die if they stayed down in the vault. So he took one of his secret paths to the front vault door and went and hacked the system and ran out of the vault as fast as he could. When he made it outside to the wasteland he was overjoyed of where his curiosity would take him next and what adventures he hadn't realized were coming his way, some good, some bad...
IGN:ilovedestruction
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: I have New Vegas, I've played Skyrim, and I am a very enthusiastic roleplayer.
Why Us: Minecraft and Fallout, a perfect combination. An awesome faction system, what looks like amazing architecture, and the texture pack? Don't even get me started!
Time You Can Dedicate: 30 minutes at the most. Depends on what my schedule is like.
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Name: Aaron Swochland
Gender: Male
Age:28
Appearance: About 6'4, flopped chocolate hair, grey eyes, a little bit of stubble here and there.
Fears: A little shaky around Super Mutants, also gets a little creeped out by Glowing Ones.
Personality: Keeps to himself, works good with a team, a friendly, nice kind of person.
Occupation: Wasteland Wanderer.
Skills: Was always good with most guns, pretty decent at picking locks and is a little charismatic, in a friend kind of way.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): It was a very peaceful day on the New Vegas strip, at least as peaceful as the strip can get. The gamblers were gambling, the drunks drunk, Securitrons were keeping people from standing in the fountains. That good day on the strip was sadly disturbed by what happened next...
*Aaron stares up at the Lucky 38, wondering what could have been, when a shady figure approaches him*
Shadowy Figure: Look, buddy. We can do this the hard way or we can do this the hard way. Where is it?
Aaron: Where is what? What do you want with me?
Shadowy Figure: Look, this is all I'm gonna say. The note. Where is it. Don't play innocent with me, I know you have it somewhere.
Aaron: Look, we can work this out-
Shadowy Figure: 10, 9, 8...
*Aaron backs up a little*
Shadowy Figure: 7,6,5,4...
*Aaron starts to run towards the gate, trying to get into Freeside.*
Shadowy Figure: 3, 2, 1...
*Time seems to freeze as Aaron realizes what's happening. "So close," he thought. "So close to the gate. It could have been an opportunity. An opportunity for escape. To get away from this situation" His thoughts drained, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and in a split-second, everything went black. Crowds screaming, Securitrons investigating, all that is when the strange man made his getaway.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Aaron Swochland was born, raised, and currently lives in the Mojave Nevada area. After his incident in New Vegas, he was transported to the nearest doctor. He soon realized the wound could have been fatal, and thanked the doctor more then twice. He is now a little more careful in the Mojave then before. But that's pretty recent. Let's go way back to his childhood. Aaron was born in a small NCR town, only a small distance away from Camp Golf. He grew up a full-on NCR patriot. His lifetime dream was to become a soldier in the NCR Military. After a few Legion raids on nearby NCR farms, Aaron's family relocated to another NCR town, this one bigger and more populated than before. He got a job as a crier for a general store. (I did say his town was huge.) He got involved in a couple of street firefights, getting a few life lessons and some gun training. He now roams the Wastelands, still thinking about his dream as a soldier.
IGN:bgorve123 Age:14 Role-PlayExp.:been roleplaying for about 2 years now, in many games such as WoW and minecraft, and i play plenty of RPGs. WhyUs:I love fallout and minecraft but now their made int one TimeYouCanDedicate:about 3 hours a day
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Name:Jaeger Gender:male Age:198 Appearance:Jager's face is rotting do to ghoulification, he wears a dirty white shirt and tattered jeans. Fears:Jaeger only fears radroaches, it is an odd fear but Jaeger always feared roaches so obviously he doesn't exactly like giant roaches. Personality:Jaeger is ver cold towards humans due to the hate many humans have displayed towards him due to ghoulification, But in general all who know him closely realize he is actually very kind. Occupation:Jaeger works as caravan, He sells goods such as food and ammo. Jaeger will also take up many odd jobs, anything that will get him caps he will usually do. However he is in the Brotherhood of steele as an initiate he still needs all these jobs on the side. Skills:Jaeger is amazing with a gun, He can shoot a bird from 300 meters away, he has also learned to survive well in the wastes of the land. Nickname(Optional):Rotface RP Example(AddDialogue):
*Jaeger walks into a shop hoping to find some bullets for his .375 magnum
Jaeger: You guys sell any ammo 'round here?
Merchant: Not to you, word around here is your a thief i don't like thieves, infact i kill thieves.
Jaeger:*Chuckling* is that so?
*The merchant reaches for his gun
*Jaeger grabs the man by his arm flips him around and pins him on the desk*
Merchant: Gahhh you littl-
*The mans voice is cut off by jaegers hand*
Jaeger: Shhh no one needs to hear about this
*Jaeger grabs the mans gun to assure not being shot, takes some ammo and leaves some caps on the desk, and jaeger leaves*
Jaeger: Im no thief *winks as he leaves*
Backstory(1-2LONG paragraphs):
Jaeger was one of many unfortunate souls who were trapped outside the vaults and exposed to extreme radiation. He has accepted that he will always be a ghoul now and he lives with it to the best of his ability. When he was 57 years old he traveled to
San Francisco searching for new weapons, while he was there he found bunkers, one of which belonged to the Brotherhood of Steel. He walked in unaware that the BoS owned it and began searching for weapons, instead he ended up with guns pointed at his head. "Who are you, are you an NCR spy?, STATE YOUR BUSINESS" proclaimed one of the knights who was on guard duty, "my names Jaeger, i was looking for weapons and anything else i can scavenge" answered Jaeger, "Come we will escort you to the elder, im sure he will want to speak with you". Through that night Jaeger and the elder spoke, the main topic was the NCR patrols and how they were affecting the BoS. The Elder gave Jager a task to convince them to leave, rather he kills them or uses words to get them to leave was of no matter to the Elder. Jaeger spoke to the NCR and convinced them to leave by saying the land they were paroling was home to many feral ghouls, super mutants, and all other mutations. The Elder was impressed and agreed to allow Jaeger into the BoS despite the fact that he was a ghoul, Jaeger now serves the BoS with his life and he would die for his fellow brothers.
IGN: GiiMBU
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: i love playing role playing i play fallout skyrim and much more
Why Us: becouse its fallout and fallout is awesome
Time You Can Dedicate: every day for about 6 hours
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Name: balin
Gender: male
Age: 21
Appearance: small brown hair blue eyes
Fears: my only fear is of dieing
Personality: funny smart
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Nickname:DBking
RP Example
balin:[walks up to monster] hows it going
monster i kill all
balin:tats great say good bye
monster:why?
balin:becouse your dead [boom]
Backstory: balin grew up in the vault and hated being there so he ran away kileld all and lived happy
IGN:TardyWaffles Age: 14 Role-PlayExp.: I've played on a couple role playing servers, I have always loved them. Besides MC, I've played other games that involved a ton of role playing, and I always excelled in them. WhyUs: I first started playing Fallout when I was very young, and it's been my favorite series for as long as i can remember. From what I see, this is a server that combines my 2 favorite games, that's something I don't want to miss. TimeYouCanDedicate: 3-4 hours on weekdays, even more on weekends. Right now I'm on spring break and can do full days. But I doubt I'll be on spring break when this is approved/disapproved.
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Name: Akyr (Uh-keer) Gender: Male Age: 17 Appearance: Ragged clothing, grease black hair, green eyes, white skin, covered in dirt and filth. Fears: Super Mutants Personality: Quiet, but will fight for what he believes in. Occupation: Nothing, never worked b4. Scavenger, I suppose. Skills: Incredible with a blade, and using little resources to make beneficial potions. Or harmful, if necessary. Great sense of smelling and hearing. Nickname(Optional): Skid, for the scars he has on his back. RP Example(AddDialogue): *I'm digging through trash in a broken down bus, on the side of a main highway, when i hear the sound of marching. Enclave. Probably recruits going through PT. They perform huge death marches, with full equip, around New Vegas. But they are farther out than they should be. . . They must be looking for something. [Enclave Officer] Keep your eyes pealed! We must catch these foul abominations!
[Enclave Soldiers] Yessir!
[Akyr thinking] Foul abominations? What are they looking for? Ghouls?
When they have walked by they bus, I peer over the window sill to watch them disappear behind the hills that surround me, and just as they disappear, I hear gunshots go off from behind the hill. I watch as the flash of the rifles and lasers light up the hills. Suddenly, there is silence. . . From behind the hill walks 6-7 large Super Mutants. Isn't that a sight to see. I'm trembling. I grab my ripped up backpack and begin sprinting the opposite way of the Mutants.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): I've never had a home. At least not for as long as i can remember. I was born in Pheonix, Arizona, before the war, when everything was happy, when the most you had to fear was some gang banger taking your pie off of the window sill. That all changed when the nukes started hitting American soil. I was 3 when that happened. I was with my mother in the living room watching the 5 o'clock news, when we heard that New York had been hit, then Los Angeles, then Miami, all of the big cities were being attacked. They called for an evacuation, but there wasn't time for that, at least that's what my mom told me. We went to a vault, apparently they were being created in different corners of Arizona and Nevada. We went to one that was just outside of Pheonix, hoping that we would get in and see my dad there. He was at work when the nukes came. We tried going to his work, but it was already abandoned. I remember thinking the vault was going to be great, a wonderful oasis of chocolate and cotton candy. That's not what I found. Daily searches and patdowns, beatings, and the constant emotion trauma of fearing what's going to happen next. I lived under this horrible rule for about 6 years till I was 9. That's when we were attacked. Giant yellow beasts with guns. They absolutely ravaged the vault. My mom and I were on the lower section of the living quarters, playing checkers, when the alarm went off. We didn't know what was going on or what we should do. My mom told me to get under my bed and stay there till she found out what was going on. I did as she said. I watched as she walked out that door, and I watched the bullet enter and leave her skull. I laid there, not crying, but in shock. What just happened? After the attack, I got out. I left the vault. I went on my own. I survived in any way I could. When I turned 15, I was captured by a group of raiders, who then made me one of their own. I fought with them, with nothing but hatred in my body. I killed, mutilated, and pillaged anything I could. The raider group slowly fell apart when the leader was killed by enclave soldiers in a midnight attack, while we were all sleeping. When it was my time to leave, I fled to the Pheonix, the only place I knew. The city was trash. It was burned to the ground, rubble. I couldn't stay there if was to survive. So I started walking down the highway. I didn't stop. Not for a long time. Making stops in random towns, getting food, and start walking again. That brings me here. Still on this road. Trying to find a home. Trying to survive.
Role-Play Exp.:Barely any in Minecraft, but mostly in other games: Elder Scrolls, Fallout , Mass Effect and others that I forgot
Why Us: Because I thought that this server could be very fun and I found it Interesting Time You Can Dedicate: On weekdays 5-6 pm AST. On weekends I would lose count
Fears: Being in a closed space(like an office) with feral ghouls, death Personality:Smart, has ADD, nervous Occupation:N/A Skills: Tech skills, Fluent spanish RP Example: -Jay (walking in the wasteland, told to find "Redneck Rodney) - Southern Stranger- 'ey where are you goin'? -Jay- Someone told me to find a "redneck rodney" -Southern Stranger-Oh (hearty laugh) you just got scammed boy, you gonna die here Jay-Uh um "Hay olvidalo, muerete"(successfully shoots Rodney first) Jay-(Found Rodney's contract) hmm Backstory: Jay Narvarte was born and raised in Puerto Rico, where the bomb didn't do much damage other than massive radiation. After most supplies in Jay's town were depleted most of Puerto Rico fled on boat to U.S. Of a group of 21, they decided to go to Vegas to survive. After 1 2/3 months of town drifting, the most of the group died after that and Jay managed to get to New Vegas,now what he plans to do there other than survive is something he didn't think of as he thought that he was going to die.
IGN:blaster6845 Age:16 Role-PlayExp.: I've played Fallout 3 and New Vegas, and done role playing here and there. WhyUs:your probably the best Fallout RP server I've ever seen TimeYouCanDedicate:Monday to Thursday after-noon's, all Saturdays
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Name:Shank Gender:Male Age:29 Appearance:Brown Hair, muscular, Blue Eyes. Fears: Betrayal, Death Personality: talkative, trusting, can't take too much pressure, very sensitive. Occupation: Hunter Skills: Quick Shot and Deadly Nickname(Optional):Shank RP Example(AddDialogue):A Legion patrol wanders the Mojave, being follow by ranger..
Legionary:wheres the convoy of NCR caravans? shouldn't they be here?
Legion scout: i feel...as if we are being watch.
NCR Ranger:Fire!!
the patrol, surprised by the sudden hail storm of bullets, immediately jump to cover losing 2 legionary to the hail storm of bullets. they remaining units run out into the storm,a ranger was unfortunately stabbed and killed.
NCR Ranger: Damn legion, they'll pay for this. Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):Shank was born in Goodsprings, and spent most of his time exploring the area, nearly being stung by a bark scorpion,when he was 6, at the graveyard.for his teen years,he spend his days working at the quarry, and learnt a lot about how pre-war machines worked,and what they were used for, he had heard how the Brotherhood of steel loved this sort of stuff.after the infestation of deathclaws in the quarry,he set out to explore the rest of the Mojave, hoping for big time cash at the New Vegas strip he heard so much about
I would like to apply for this, but I am unsure whether or not you will even consider it. Colbilnile I'm talking to you! I was banned off of the original F:WNC server for harvesting my surroundings. Please reply to this and tell me if I can still be accepted so I can make my app!
IGN: Justin1311
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have tried doing some serious role-playing in Garry's Mod before, I think.
Why Us: A Fallout RP in Minecraft seems really fun, and since have added guns that makes it better.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours a day.
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Name: Justin
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Has medium length brown hair. He has a full beard, it is not very long, it is a regular full beard. He wears ordinary wasteland clothing.
Fears: Mirelurks and Deathclaws.
Personality: He is a pretty good guy, unless you try and mess with him, then you better watch out. He loves regular guns, and he dislikes explosives and energy weapons.
Occupation: Scavenger and Mercenary, though being a mercenary depends on who is hiring him, he usually won't work for someone he doesn't like.
Skills: He is good at using guns, as well as melee weapons.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Justin walks into the local general store after a long day of scavenging. He looks around, he doesn't see much in the store, just some ammunition, a few guns, some food and water. He walks up to the trader and asks him if he is looking to buy. "Depends on what you have to sell me", says the trader. Justin pulls a few things out of a medium sized cloth bag, a couple of knives, and old baseball cap, and a couple of books. "Do you have any use for these?" Justin said to the trader, as he showed him the items that were in the bag. "Sure, I'll give you 50 caps for those two knives, that baseball cap, and those two books, how does that sound?" "That sounds good to me," said Justin. THe trader counted out 50 caps and handed them to Justin. "Have a good day," said the trader. "The same to you," said Justin, and he walked out of the store.
Backstory
Justin was a former resident of Vault 101, he managed to escape. He doesn't like to be stuck in a place like that, not able to explore, or really do anything, and he wanted to leave. He escaped when he heard the Overseer was looking for some guy in the Vault, the guy they were looking for, killed a lot of the security team, and there was a rad roach infestation that day, so it was easy to escape unnoticed. Whoever they were looking for escaped, and they didn't really notice when Justin escaped. He started to walk around the wasteland, he found a camp while he was walking around. He saw a few people sitting around it, they were wearing some strange looking armor. He walked up to them to say hello. When they noticed him, two of them pulled out knives, Justin could tell that they were looking for trouble, and pulled out his own knife. He saw that the third one had a pistol, but they went to grab a sledgehammer, with a smile on their face. The first two of his enemies were easy to kill, they were not trained in the use of melee weapons at all from what he could see, the the third one was holding his sledgehammer when Justin ran up to him, the raider was surprised to see Justin kill the two people, and then run at him. Justin ran up to him, stabbed him, and watched him fall to the ground. Justin took his pistol, and all the ammunition he had, and found more ammunition at their camp, as well as some food and water. Those were the first raiders he met, and he killed them, in defense of himself.
Why Us: I love the concept, and I have experienced the Fallout games.
Time You Can Dedicate: This week: 9:00 AM - 4:00 PM Other weeks: 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM (EST)
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Name: Yuri
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Big & Bulky, Scratched up, Black hair, Russian
Fears: Believe it or not: Insects.
Personality: Evil, Outcast, Killer
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Strength, Endurance, Intimidation
Nickname: "Butch"
RP Example: Butch moves through the streets, striking fear into everyone who dared look at him. Butch finds the house he was looking for, a metal shack with bars on the windows and door locked from the inside: someone was hiding. Butch kicks the door open and enters the shack.
"You're a wanted man, Jeremy!" Butch yells in a taunting voice. A voice yells back:
"Please, I don't want to die! I haven't eaten in days! I have a wife and kids!"
"I was paid, you will die..."
A figure runs at Butch, wielding a nailboard. Butch shoots him down with his .44, picks him up, and drags his body down the road. "Shouldn't have done that, Jeremy..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Yuri was born and raised inside a vault, until, at a young age, the people of his vault left and went out into the Wasteland. After that, his childhood was full of misery and despair. His mother was killed by raiders and his father by Fire Ants. He developed a fear of Insects because of his father's death. At age 15, he went away from all civilization for several years, living on his own. Some Soviets found him and were interested in how he survived. They took him to a U.S.S.R base to train him.
Yuri eventually became a mercenary. He found it fun how he was allowed to injure or kill people without trouble. The amount of money he earned off of a kill made him love his job. He missed his family greatly, but his sorrow subsided from killing. He killed quite easily and loved the feeling. Yuri quickly became a hardened killer. The U.S.S.R had made a monster.
IGN: Zzaarr
Age: 27
Role-Play Exp.: About 13 years
Why Us: You guys seem like you've got things down together, love the buildings you've done.
Time You Can Dedicate: If the server is good I will spend 1-2 hrs a day.
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Name: Jeremiah Redmond
Gender: M
Age: 19
Appearance: Scruffy, skinny, thick brown hair reaching slighly past ears.
Fears: Hunger & Heights
Personality: Friendly, Easygoing, Preachy, Religious
Occupation: Gypsy / Travel Journalist
Skills: Jack-of-all-trades, light weapons man, manual labourer
Nickname (Optional): Jerry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Oi Jerry! Get down!" Sally yelled from behind me.
"Raiders!" Brandon said with disgust as he looked toward the East.
Brandon, Sally and I were separated from the main convoy, moving a few clicks ahead to scout out for dangers that might befall the main party.
"What idiots," I thought to myself, "Sending us out to look for dangers in where? The Great Wasteland."
"They're gone." Sally and Brandon said almost at the same time.
We picked ourselves up from the sand we were lying on and continued on our journey in search of, heaven knows what.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jeremiah Redmond. 19 years of age. Jerry was born to a John and Lynda Richmond, a family in a larger group of gypsies, wandering up, down and across the continent. Jeremiah or Jerry as everyone now calls him was named so because somewhere up the line, a great grandfather or a grand uncle had that name.
You see the Redmonds were from a little farming town and were spared the destruction. Jerry's grandpa was a Reverend in that small community and had been preaching warnings of death and destruction from above but most townsfolk did not pay any attention.
Most of Jerry's religious background is all mixed up with the wisdom of being a gypsy and wandering the Great Wasteland.
"Maybe I'll find a sign somewhere in this damned place." He says to himself looking far in into the horizon as the sun sets.
IGN: brownwidow
Age: 15, 16 in Nov.
Role-Play Exp.: 4 or 5 other servers, ranging from Wild West to Modern City
Why Us: I have tried other post-apocalyptic Rp servers, but they died out after a short time, this one seems like it will go strong for a while, or at least longer than the others.
Time You Can Dedicate: anywhere from 4 to 8 hours weekdays, 8-20 hours weekends, normally.
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Name: Brown Jhones
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Hispanic, green shirt, brown hoodie, sometimes hooded, mostly not. Blue-grey jeans
Fears: Losing everything I have worked hard to achieve
Personality: Wanting to be peaceful, but can be aggressive when the line has been drawn and passed.
Occupation: Whatever needs done.
Skills: Bartending, advanced first aid
Nickname (Optional): Brown
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *I am walking into work, at the local pub, for my shift at the bar, as I turn around the corner, I see a fight is taking place outside* “Alright, your ganna give me what you have, or I’m ganna take it from you, understand?” Barks the largest of the 3 bandits, probably the one in charge. “Help, please HELP!” Cries the woman who they are harassing. “Say, walk on out of here, before I call my boys in the Bar to take you on outta here. Got it?” I say, and on cue, 3 other employees walk out, one holding a pistol. “Boys, lets scram, this b*tch isn’t worth our time” Sais the one in charge, and they all run down an alleyway, safe from harm. “Thank You!” cries the woman, now standing up to her feet. “I thought I was dead for sure! Thank you!” I then bid her off, and get to my shift. Luckily, there were no other incidents that day.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
My name is Brown Jhones, I was born in South Dakota, near Mt. Rushmore, and was raised there on a farm. When I turned 18, Mom got sick of flue, and died. Dad went from the Whisky a year later. I took care of the farm, until I was 20. Then, when the rains stopped, and the crops dried up, I killed the Brahmin I had, cooked up the beef, packed my things, and left. For a year, I wandered. Then I found a hermit, who was ill. He was a Doctor, so he instructed me what to do to heal him back. 6 months later, I found myself learning under him. He died later that year, of natural old age.
I packed up, and wandered yet again. I stumbled across a small town, and took up the bar there. Tending wasn’t too bad. We got all the caps we needed, yet it still did not last long. After a few months of this new life, the town caught fire, burning almost everything. I stayed for 2 days after the fire, and then had to leave. The bandits were coming in, and I suspect that it was no unintended fire. I walked, yet again, and finally, came across what other had called “The Mid-day sun, in the Mojave’s Night. New Vegas. Here is where my past ends, and my future begins.
(There was no cue as to what to put at the bottom of the App to show you read the rules, so here is an * to show I did read them)
IGN:DJDILDAWG
AGE:13
Role Player EXP: I spend a lot of time playing rp i have been main person before
Why Us: I like Rp and I love Fallout together make Amazing!
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Gender:M
Rp: A dog scavenging through the waste trying to find faction to be loyal to.
Backstory:A dog named Tanner that was in the legion was abandoned after Hoover Dam. Now this Canine is wandering in the waste looking for an place to call home. He is neutral for he has no home but attacks legionarys because memory of getting beaten by them. Once he finds a home he will be loyal to every member of the faction and will risk his life for them.They recently started making power armor and weapons for dogs in the waste and with that equipment will be the best dog in the whole wasteland.(ps. Got idea from Rex)
IGN: irondeath79
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple servers.
Why Us: Great explanation and proof of a great server!
Time You Can Dedicate: Times may vary. (Mostly alot though)
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Name: Ryan [No last name know]
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: brown hair, blue eyes
Fears: Death
Personality: Well humored, friendly, mesterious
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Climbing, hunting, running, etc
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cop: Your under arrest! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you!
Me: What!?!?! What have I done wrong?
Cop: Dont play stupid! You murdered that boy!
Me: What boy?
Cop; Just.... Shut up! Come with me!
Me: W- what? No please!
Cop: *Handcuffs him and throws into police car*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Ryan was born in a barn to unknown parents. His father died before he was born and his mom died at birth. About a day later after birth, an old farmer found him. He raised him until he was 15. At that point the farmer was very old and sick. He died on December 20th. Since then Ryan has been on the move, trying to master combat and agility. His dream is to join the Brotherhood of Steel and become a soldier! Now, 3 years later, he continues on the move; going from town to town, trying to make enough money to buy some food.
IGN: sootburner
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout, and the Elder Scrolls series, I have also played on a few other Minecraft Roleplay servers.
Why Us: Because I am looking for a new server to play on because there are not many good ones out there right now.
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-3 hours a day.
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Name: John Blackburn
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: 6' tall, Brown hair, semi-muscular appearance, blue eyes.
Fears: Being in large crowds of people he doesn't know.
Personality: Careful, yet outgoing.
Occupation: Technology
Skills: Hand to hand combat, melee weapon fights and usage.
Nickname (Optional):Johnny
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Chief: Alright men are you ready to move out and make the brotherhood proud?
Soldiers: Sir yes Sir!
Chief: Alright now I want our snipers on the West and East ridges, I need the infantry to stand in the valley, and Heavier weapons to stay in the back, do i make myself clear?!
Soldiers: Sir yes Sir!
... Later that day when the soldiers of the Brotherhood listened to all of the chiefs orders, they defeated the ongoing Enclave that were going down that valley that day and did not have a single death on their side of the field.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): John was always a boy of curiosity and exploration. He wished to see the entire world someday, but wasn't sure how he was going to do it. So when the war had came, he was in the Vault one day and noticed that there was a Radroach and then the alarm sounded for radiation emergency lock down. So he knew that everyone would die if they stayed down in the vault. So he took one of his secret paths to the front vault door and went and hacked the system and ran out of the vault as fast as he could. When he made it outside to the wasteland he was overjoyed of where his curiosity would take him next and what adventures he hadn't realized were coming his way, some good, some bad...
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.: I have New Vegas, I've played Skyrim, and I am a very enthusiastic roleplayer.
Why Us: Minecraft and Fallout, a perfect combination. An awesome faction system, what looks like amazing architecture, and the texture pack? Don't even get me started!
Time You Can Dedicate: 30 minutes at the most. Depends on what my schedule is like.
IC
Name: Aaron Swochland
Gender: Male
Age:28
Appearance: About 6'4, flopped chocolate hair, grey eyes, a little bit of stubble here and there.
Fears: A little shaky around Super Mutants, also gets a little creeped out by Glowing Ones.
Personality: Keeps to himself, works good with a team, a friendly, nice kind of person.
Occupation: Wasteland Wanderer.
Skills: Was always good with most guns, pretty decent at picking locks and is a little charismatic, in a friend kind of way.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): It was a very peaceful day on the New Vegas strip, at least as peaceful as the strip can get. The gamblers were gambling, the drunks drunk, Securitrons were keeping people from standing in the fountains. That good day on the strip was sadly disturbed by what happened next...
*Aaron stares up at the Lucky 38, wondering what could have been, when a shady figure approaches him*
Shadowy Figure: Look, buddy. We can do this the hard way or we can do this the hard way. Where is it?
Aaron: Where is what? What do you want with me?
Shadowy Figure: Look, this is all I'm gonna say. The note. Where is it. Don't play innocent with me, I know you have it somewhere.
Aaron: Look, we can work this out-
Shadowy Figure: 10, 9, 8...
*Aaron backs up a little*
Shadowy Figure: 7,6,5,4...
*Aaron starts to run towards the gate, trying to get into Freeside.*
Shadowy Figure: 3, 2, 1...
*Time seems to freeze as Aaron realizes what's happening. "So close," he thought. "So close to the gate. It could have been an opportunity. An opportunity for escape. To get away from this situation" His thoughts drained, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, and in a split-second, everything went black. Crowds screaming, Securitrons investigating, all that is when the strange man made his getaway.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Aaron Swochland was born, raised, and currently lives in the Mojave Nevada area. After his incident in New Vegas, he was transported to the nearest doctor. He soon realized the wound could have been fatal, and thanked the doctor more then twice. He is now a little more careful in the Mojave then before. But that's pretty recent. Let's go way back to his childhood. Aaron was born in a small NCR town, only a small distance away from Camp Golf. He grew up a full-on NCR patriot. His lifetime dream was to become a soldier in the NCR Military. After a few Legion raids on nearby NCR farms, Aaron's family relocated to another NCR town, this one bigger and more populated than before. He got a job as a crier for a general store. (I did say his town was huge.) He got involved in a couple of street firefights, getting a few life lessons and some gun training. He now roams the Wastelands, still thinking about his dream as a soldier.
IGN:bgorve123
Age:14
Role-PlayExp.:been roleplaying for about 2 years now, in many games such as WoW and minecraft, and i play plenty of RPGs.
WhyUs:I love fallout and minecraft but now their made int one
TimeYouCanDedicate:about 3 hours a day
IC
Name:Jaeger
Gender:male
Age:198
Appearance:Jager's face is rotting do to ghoulification, he wears a dirty white shirt and tattered jeans.
Fears:Jaeger only fears radroaches, it is an odd fear but Jaeger always feared roaches so obviously he doesn't exactly like giant roaches.
Personality:Jaeger is ver cold towards humans due to the hate many humans have displayed towards him due to ghoulification, But in general all who know him closely realize he is actually very kind.
Occupation:Jaeger works as caravan, He sells goods such as food and ammo. Jaeger will also take up many odd jobs, anything that will get him caps he will usually do. However he is in the Brotherhood of steele as an initiate he still needs all these jobs on the side.
Skills:Jaeger is amazing with a gun, He can shoot a bird from 300 meters away, he has also learned to survive well in the wastes of the land.
Nickname(Optional):Rotface
RP Example(AddDialogue):
Backstory(1-2LONG paragraphs):
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: i love playing role playing i play fallout skyrim and much more
Why Us: becouse its fallout and fallout is awesome
Time You Can Dedicate: every day for about 6 hours
IC
Name: balin
Gender: male
Age: 21
Appearance: small brown hair blue eyes
Fears: my only fear is of dieing
Personality: funny smart
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Nickname:DBking
RP Example
balin:[walks up to monster] hows it going
monster i kill all
balin:tats great say good bye
monster:why?
balin:becouse your dead [boom]
Backstory: balin grew up in the vault and hated being there so he ran away kileld all and lived happy
IGN:TardyWaffles
Age: 14
Role-PlayExp.: I've played on a couple role playing servers, I have always loved them. Besides MC, I've played other games that involved a ton of role playing, and I always excelled in them.
WhyUs: I first started playing Fallout when I was very young, and it's been my favorite series for as long as i can remember. From what I see, this is a server that combines my 2 favorite games, that's something I don't want to miss.
TimeYouCanDedicate: 3-4 hours on weekdays, even more on weekends. Right now I'm on spring break and can do full days. But I doubt I'll be on spring break when this is approved/disapproved.
IC
Name: Akyr (Uh-keer)
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Ragged clothing, grease black hair, green eyes, white skin, covered in dirt and filth.
Fears: Super Mutants
Personality: Quiet, but will fight for what he believes in.
Occupation: Nothing, never worked b4. Scavenger, I suppose.
Skills: Incredible with a blade, and using little resources to make beneficial potions. Or harmful, if necessary. Great sense of smelling and hearing.
Nickname(Optional): Skid, for the scars he has on his back.
RP Example(AddDialogue): *I'm digging through trash in a broken down bus, on the side of a main highway, when i hear the sound of marching. Enclave. Probably recruits going through PT. They perform huge death marches, with full equip, around New Vegas. But they are farther out than they should be. . . They must be looking for something.
[Enclave Officer] Keep your eyes pealed! We must catch these foul abominations!
[Enclave Soldiers] Yessir!
[Akyr thinking] Foul abominations? What are they looking for? Ghouls?
When they have walked by they bus, I peer over the window sill to watch them disappear behind the hills that surround me, and just as they disappear, I hear gunshots go off from behind the hill. I watch as the flash of the rifles and lasers light up the hills. Suddenly, there is silence. . . From behind the hill walks 6-7 large Super Mutants. Isn't that a sight to see. I'm trembling. I grab my ripped up backpack and begin sprinting the opposite way of the Mutants.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): I've never had a home. At least not for as long as i can remember. I was born in Pheonix, Arizona, before the war, when everything was happy, when the most you had to fear was some gang banger taking your pie off of the window sill. That all changed when the nukes started hitting American soil. I was 3 when that happened. I was with my mother in the living room watching the 5 o'clock news, when we heard that New York had been hit, then Los Angeles, then Miami, all of the big cities were being attacked. They called for an evacuation, but there wasn't time for that, at least that's what my mom told me. We went to a vault, apparently they were being created in different corners of Arizona and Nevada. We went to one that was just outside of Pheonix, hoping that we would get in and see my dad there. He was at work when the nukes came. We tried going to his work, but it was already abandoned. I remember thinking the vault was going to be great, a wonderful oasis of chocolate and cotton candy. That's not what I found. Daily searches and patdowns, beatings, and the constant emotion trauma of fearing what's going to happen next. I lived under this horrible rule for about 6 years till I was 9. That's when we were attacked. Giant yellow beasts with guns. They absolutely ravaged the vault. My mom and I were on the lower section of the living quarters, playing checkers, when the alarm went off. We didn't know what was going on or what we should do. My mom told me to get under my bed and stay there till she found out what was going on. I did as she said. I watched as she walked out that door, and I watched the bullet enter and leave her skull. I laid there, not crying, but in shock. What just happened? After the attack, I got out. I left the vault. I went on my own. I survived in any way I could. When I turned 15, I was captured by a group of raiders, who then made me one of their own. I fought with them, with nothing but hatred in my body. I killed, mutilated, and pillaged anything I could. The raider group slowly fell apart when the leader was killed by enclave soldiers in a midnight attack, while we were all sleeping. When it was my time to leave, I fled to the Pheonix, the only place I knew. The city was trash. It was burned to the ground, rubble. I couldn't stay there if was to survive. So I started walking down the highway. I didn't stop. Not for a long time. Making stops in random towns, getting food, and start walking again. That brings me here. Still on this road. Trying to find a home. Trying to survive.
Dont people take time to read a forum before posting?
IGN:Rangera93
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:Barely any in Minecraft, but mostly in other games: Elder Scrolls, Fallout , Mass Effect and others that I forgot
Why Us: Because I thought that this server could be very fun and I found it Interesting
Time You Can Dedicate: On weekdays 5-6 pm AST. On weekends I would lose count
IC
Name:Jay Narvarte
Gender:M
Age:23
Appearance:Short(5'7"), Light Skinned although Hispanic, Skinny, hazel eyes
Fears: Being in a closed space(like an office) with feral ghouls, death
Personality:Smart, has ADD, nervous
Occupation:N/A
Skills: Tech skills, Fluent spanish
RP Example:
-Jay (walking in the wasteland, told to find "Redneck Rodney)
- Southern Stranger- 'ey where are you goin'?
-Jay- Someone told me to find a "redneck rodney"
-Southern Stranger-Oh (hearty laugh) you just got scammed boy, you gonna die here
Jay-Uh um "Hay olvidalo, muerete"(successfully shoots Rodney first)
Jay-(Found Rodney's contract) hmm
Backstory: Jay Narvarte was born and raised in Puerto Rico, where the bomb didn't do much damage other than massive radiation. After most supplies in Jay's town were depleted most of Puerto Rico fled on boat to U.S. Of a group of 21, they decided to go to Vegas to survive. After 1 2/3 months of town drifting, the most of the group died after that and Jay managed to get to New Vegas,now what he plans to do there other than survive is something he didn't think of as he thought that he was going to die.
^
IGN:blaster6845
Age:16
Role-PlayExp.: I've played Fallout 3 and New Vegas, and done role playing here and there.
WhyUs:your probably the best Fallout RP server I've ever seen
TimeYouCanDedicate:Monday to Thursday after-noon's, all Saturdays
IC
Name:Shank
Gender:Male
Age:29
Appearance:Brown Hair, muscular, Blue Eyes.
Fears: Betrayal, Death
Personality: talkative, trusting, can't take too much pressure, very sensitive.
Occupation: Hunter
Skills: Quick Shot and Deadly
Nickname(Optional):Shank
RP Example(AddDialogue):A Legion patrol wanders the Mojave, being follow by ranger..
Legionary:wheres the convoy of NCR caravans? shouldn't they be here?
Legion scout: i feel...as if we are being watch.
NCR Ranger:Fire!!
the patrol, surprised by the sudden hail storm of bullets, immediately jump to cover losing 2 legionary to the hail storm of bullets. they remaining units run out into the storm,a ranger was unfortunately stabbed and killed.
NCR Ranger: Damn legion, they'll pay for this.
Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):Shank was born in Goodsprings, and spent most of his time exploring the area, nearly being stung by a bark scorpion,when he was 6, at the graveyard.for his teen years,he spend his days working at the quarry, and learnt a lot about how pre-war machines worked,and what they were used for, he had heard how the Brotherhood of steel loved this sort of stuff.after the infestation of deathclaws in the quarry,he set out to explore the rest of the Mojave, hoping for big time cash at the New Vegas strip he heard so much about
IGN: Justin1311
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I have tried doing some serious role-playing in Garry's Mod before, I think.
Why Us: A Fallout RP in Minecraft seems really fun, and since have added guns that makes it better.
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours a day.
IC
Name: Justin
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Has medium length brown hair. He has a full beard, it is not very long, it is a regular full beard. He wears ordinary wasteland clothing.
Fears: Mirelurks and Deathclaws.
Personality: He is a pretty good guy, unless you try and mess with him, then you better watch out. He loves regular guns, and he dislikes explosives and energy weapons.
Occupation: Scavenger and Mercenary, though being a mercenary depends on who is hiring him, he usually won't work for someone he doesn't like.
Skills: He is good at using guns, as well as melee weapons.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Justin walks into the local general store after a long day of scavenging. He looks around, he doesn't see much in the store, just some ammunition, a few guns, some food and water. He walks up to the trader and asks him if he is looking to buy. "Depends on what you have to sell me", says the trader. Justin pulls a few things out of a medium sized cloth bag, a couple of knives, and old baseball cap, and a couple of books. "Do you have any use for these?" Justin said to the trader, as he showed him the items that were in the bag. "Sure, I'll give you 50 caps for those two knives, that baseball cap, and those two books, how does that sound?" "That sounds good to me," said Justin. THe trader counted out 50 caps and handed them to Justin. "Have a good day," said the trader. "The same to you," said Justin, and he walked out of the store.
Backstory
Justin was a former resident of Vault 101, he managed to escape. He doesn't like to be stuck in a place like that, not able to explore, or really do anything, and he wanted to leave. He escaped when he heard the Overseer was looking for some guy in the Vault, the guy they were looking for, killed a lot of the security team, and there was a rad roach infestation that day, so it was easy to escape unnoticed. Whoever they were looking for escaped, and they didn't really notice when Justin escaped. He started to walk around the wasteland, he found a camp while he was walking around. He saw a few people sitting around it, they were wearing some strange looking armor. He walked up to them to say hello. When they noticed him, two of them pulled out knives, Justin could tell that they were looking for trouble, and pulled out his own knife. He saw that the third one had a pistol, but they went to grab a sledgehammer, with a smile on their face. The first two of his enemies were easy to kill, they were not trained in the use of melee weapons at all from what he could see, the the third one was holding his sledgehammer when Justin ran up to him, the raider was surprised to see Justin kill the two people, and then run at him. Justin ran up to him, stabbed him, and watched him fall to the ground. Justin took his pistol, and all the ammunition he had, and found more ammunition at their camp, as well as some food and water. Those were the first raiders he met, and he killed them, in defense of himself.
IGN: irongiant6
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Very much
Why Us: I love the concept, and I have experienced the Fallout games.
Time You Can Dedicate: This week: 9:00 AM - 4:00 PM Other weeks: 5:00 PM - 7:00 PM (EST)
IC
Name: Yuri
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance: Big & Bulky, Scratched up, Black hair, Russian
Fears: Believe it or not: Insects.
Personality: Evil, Outcast, Killer
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills: Strength, Endurance, Intimidation
Nickname: "Butch"
RP Example: Butch moves through the streets, striking fear into everyone who dared look at him. Butch finds the house he was looking for, a metal shack with bars on the windows and door locked from the inside: someone was hiding. Butch kicks the door open and enters the shack.
"You're a wanted man, Jeremy!" Butch yells in a taunting voice. A voice yells back:
"Please, I don't want to die! I haven't eaten in days! I have a wife and kids!"
"I was paid, you will die..."
A figure runs at Butch, wielding a nailboard. Butch shoots him down with his .44, picks him up, and drags his body down the road.
"Shouldn't have done that, Jeremy..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Yuri was born and raised inside a vault, until, at a young age, the people of his vault left and went out into the Wasteland. After that, his childhood was full of misery and despair. His mother was killed by raiders and his father by Fire Ants. He developed a fear of Insects because of his father's death. At age 15, he went away from all civilization for several years, living on his own. Some Soviets found him and were interested in how he survived. They took him to a U.S.S.R base to train him.
Yuri eventually became a mercenary. He found it fun how he was allowed to injure or kill people without trouble. The amount of money he earned off of a kill made him love his job. He missed his family greatly, but his sorrow subsided from killing. He killed quite easily and loved the feeling. Yuri quickly became a hardened killer. The U.S.S.R had made a monster.
IGN: Zzaarr
Age: 27
Role-Play Exp.: About 13 years
Why Us: You guys seem like you've got things down together, love the buildings you've done.
Time You Can Dedicate: If the server is good I will spend 1-2 hrs a day.
IC
Name: Jeremiah Redmond
Gender: M
Age: 19
Appearance: Scruffy, skinny, thick brown hair reaching slighly past ears.
Fears: Hunger & Heights
Personality: Friendly, Easygoing, Preachy, Religious
Occupation: Gypsy / Travel Journalist
Skills: Jack-of-all-trades, light weapons man, manual labourer
Nickname (Optional): Jerry
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
"Oi Jerry! Get down!" Sally yelled from behind me.
"Raiders!" Brandon said with disgust as he looked toward the East.
Brandon, Sally and I were separated from the main convoy, moving a few clicks ahead to scout out for dangers that might befall the main party.
"What idiots," I thought to myself, "Sending us out to look for dangers in where? The Great Wasteland."
"They're gone." Sally and Brandon said almost at the same time.
We picked ourselves up from the sand we were lying on and continued on our journey in search of, heaven knows what.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jeremiah Redmond. 19 years of age. Jerry was born to a John and Lynda Richmond, a family in a larger group of gypsies, wandering up, down and across the continent. Jeremiah or Jerry as everyone now calls him was named so because somewhere up the line, a great grandfather or a grand uncle had that name.
You see the Redmonds were from a little farming town and were spared the destruction. Jerry's grandpa was a Reverend in that small community and had been preaching warnings of death and destruction from above but most townsfolk did not pay any attention.
Most of Jerry's religious background is all mixed up with the wisdom of being a gypsy and wandering the Great Wasteland.
"Maybe I'll find a sign somewhere in this damned place." He says to himself looking far in into the horizon as the sun sets.
IGN: brownwidow
Age: 15, 16 in Nov.
Role-Play Exp.: 4 or 5 other servers, ranging from Wild West to Modern City
Why Us: I have tried other post-apocalyptic Rp servers, but they died out after a short time, this one seems like it will go strong for a while, or at least longer than the others.
Time You Can Dedicate: anywhere from 4 to 8 hours weekdays, 8-20 hours weekends, normally.
IC
Name: Brown Jhones
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Hispanic, green shirt, brown hoodie, sometimes hooded, mostly not. Blue-grey jeans
Fears: Losing everything I have worked hard to achieve
Personality: Wanting to be peaceful, but can be aggressive when the line has been drawn and passed.
Occupation: Whatever needs done.
Skills: Bartending, advanced first aid
Nickname (Optional): Brown
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *I am walking into work, at the local pub, for my shift at the bar, as I turn around the corner, I see a fight is taking place outside* “Alright, your ganna give me what you have, or I’m ganna take it from you, understand?” Barks the largest of the 3 bandits, probably the one in charge. “Help, please HELP!” Cries the woman who they are harassing. “Say, walk on out of here, before I call my boys in the Bar to take you on outta here. Got it?” I say, and on cue, 3 other employees walk out, one holding a pistol. “Boys, lets scram, this b*tch isn’t worth our time” Sais the one in charge, and they all run down an alleyway, safe from harm. “Thank You!” cries the woman, now standing up to her feet. “I thought I was dead for sure! Thank you!” I then bid her off, and get to my shift. Luckily, there were no other incidents that day.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs
My name is Brown Jhones, I was born in South Dakota, near Mt. Rushmore, and was raised there on a farm. When I turned 18, Mom got sick of flue, and died. Dad went from the Whisky a year later. I took care of the farm, until I was 20. Then, when the rains stopped, and the crops dried up, I killed the Brahmin I had, cooked up the beef, packed my things, and left. For a year, I wandered. Then I found a hermit, who was ill. He was a Doctor, so he instructed me what to do to heal him back. 6 months later, I found myself learning under him. He died later that year, of natural old age.
I packed up, and wandered yet again. I stumbled across a small town, and took up the bar there. Tending wasn’t too bad. We got all the caps we needed, yet it still did not last long. After a few months of this new life, the town caught fire, burning almost everything. I stayed for 2 days after the fire, and then had to leave. The bandits were coming in, and I suspect that it was no unintended fire. I walked, yet again, and finally, came across what other had called “The Mid-day sun, in the Mojave’s Night. New Vegas. Here is where my past ends, and my future begins.
(There was no cue as to what to put at the bottom of the App to show you read the rules, so here is an * to show I did read them)
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AGE:13
Role Player EXP: I spend a lot of time playing rp i have been main person before
Why Us: I like Rp and I love Fallout together make Amazing!
IC
Gender:M
Rp: A dog scavenging through the waste trying to find faction to be loyal to.
Backstory:A dog named Tanner that was in the legion was abandoned after Hoover Dam. Now this Canine is wandering in the waste looking for an place to call home. He is neutral for he has no home but attacks legionarys because memory of getting beaten by them. Once he finds a home he will be loyal to every member of the faction and will risk his life for them.They recently started making power armor and weapons for dogs in the waste and with that equipment will be the best dog in the whole wasteland.(ps. Got idea from Rex)
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IGN: irondeath79
Age: 12
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple servers.
Why Us: Great explanation and proof of a great server!
Time You Can Dedicate: Times may vary. (Mostly alot though)
IC
Name: Ryan [No last name know]
Gender: male
Age: 18
Appearance: brown hair, blue eyes
Fears: Death
Personality: Well humored, friendly, mesterious
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Climbing, hunting, running, etc
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cop: Your under arrest! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be held against you!
Me: What!?!?! What have I done wrong?
Cop: Dont play stupid! You murdered that boy!
Me: What boy?
Cop; Just.... Shut up! Come with me!
Me: W- what? No please!
Cop: *Handcuffs him and throws into police car*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Ryan was born in a barn to unknown parents. His father died before he was born and his mom died at birth. About a day later after birth, an old farmer found him. He raised him until he was 15. At that point the farmer was very old and sick. He died on December 20th. Since then Ryan has been on the move, trying to master combat and agility. His dream is to join the Brotherhood of Steel and become a soldier! Now, 3 years later, he continues on the move; going from town to town, trying to make enough money to buy some food.