i want to join the server here are the things
IGN:AlexHenrique
Age:13
Role-play Exp:3
Why-Us:I love minecraft guns my favorite is the sniper
Time You Can Dedicate:Evryday from 1:30 pm to 5:30pm
Country:Brazil
IC
Name:Henrique
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:Brown Hair and Brown Eyes
Fears:Extreame Darknes
NickName:Henry
Ocupation:Building
Skills:Building and mining
RP Example(Add Dialogue):
Guys this is the fourth time i posted so please accept me
i want to join the server here are the things
IGN:AlexHenrique
Age:13
Role-play Exp:3
Why-Us:I love minecraft guns my favorite is the sniper
Time You Can Dedicate:Evryday from 1:30 pm to 5:30pm
Country:Brazil
IC
Name:Henrique
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:Brown Hair and Brown Eyes
Fears:Extreame Darknes
NickName:Henry
Ocupation:Building
Skills:Building and mining
RP Example(Add Dialogue):
Your 13 really!? I am too, seems you have some maturing to do! (That rhymes!) Denied.
IGN: xdoomsquirrelx
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple Minecraft servers, Red Dead Redemption clans, and RP games sum up my experience.
Why Us: You seem professional. You aren't an uptight fallout server with 5 days worth of scouting through mlitple websites and forums to get applied, only to find 4 people living in dirt huts shouting "BOS K1ll NbR11!1"
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays after 3PM CST, 9PM GMT
IC
Name: Grant Walton
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: The burns and scars of years of close calls. Thin torso but strong arms, after years of eating what could be found. Wears typical duster and hat when he can, but will make do with heavier armor or less clothing.
Fears: He fears starvation. He fears thirst. He fears radiation poison. He survives on the land around him. He does not fully trust others.
Personality/Backstory: The only thing he remembers of other humans is his parents leaving him in a tree with a small box of supplies, containing a letter about his parents history when he was 5 years old. They walked off and he climbed down a few days later to find food, and hasn't stopped since then. He has spent his entire life planning a meal ahead. He built makeshift camps and weapons before discovering the outside world. He uses what can be found to make sure he lives, and is willing to do anything to continue surviving. He has spent most of his life in caves and mountains, fending off Yao Guai. Eventually he stumbled out of the woods and found "civilization". He killed the first people he saw, who happened to be raiders. He then took their guns and ammo and ran back to his forest. He spent time practicing how to use it, until he was sure he could use them to get more food and armor from the city he saw.
He went back into town where he raised his weapon at a old man on the edge of the city, who was gnawing on a slab of molerat meat. A gunshot went off and Grant fell over. He woke up a few days later in a makeshift hospital bed with a pain in his side. He tried to sit up but fell back down from the pain. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He heard words. He hadn't heard words in a long time. He lied down and breathed slowly. I can tell you don't have a death wish kid." Grant struggled to process the language he had only heard in his head to describe what happened around him at it happened. To him fact was fact, leaving his vocabulary hazy. "That was pretty stupid though, it's a good thing the militia aimed an angle that only busted your ribs." Grant turned toward the man. He wore a yellowed lab coat, and held a pencil just above a clipboard. "What were you trying to accomplish anyway?" Grant summoned all of his focus into forming language for the first time in years. He ended up weakly mumbling, "Huungerrr.." and relaxed again. The doctor wrote this down. "Now kid, you don't seem starving. You're pretty thin but I've seen much worse." Grant went back to sleep.
The next weeks were learning. He re-learned much of his language skills, and could now see people with food and not put a gun to their head. He still wanted to survive. He couldn't bring himself to go back to the woods, he found the change exhilarating. He had to learn to survive here. Where money reigned above food, and people smarter than him got between his next drink of water. He knew he couldn't do it alone, and searched for a group. One that would accept somebody with low-intelligence, yet knew how to survive. He eventually learned that to be accepted, he had to follow orders, and let go of his fear and independence for the goal of survival in this new world. His path was undetermined, but he would gladly welcome any chance of survival.
Occupation: Former survivalist, looking for faction.
Skills: Creates food, water, and shelter in any way he can. Sharpshooter after years of hunting with a bow. Average with a gun.
Nickname: Caveman
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Caveman, stay here." The soldier left grant behind a rock, overlooking the entrance to a former prison. The fences opened and the group of 5 soldiers gave their rifles up and walked in. The world shattered. An explosion from the cellblocks rocked the ground and the soldiers smoothly brought up their pistols, shot the guards, and retrieved their rifles. They formed a circle and walked towards a supply bunker. Grant stood up and shouldered his rifle. He took out the gang members as they ran toward the bunker door. They turned toward where the fire was coming from and shot blindly into the woods behind the rock. Grant was invisible. He had made an extaordinary blind from the branches he could find, and assembled them into a small structure that looked very similar to a common bush in the area. He continued to kill the people out of cover until the only ones left were behind or inside a structure. The bunker door silently creaked open and unleashed a rainstorm of lead at everything still alive. They yelled for Grant to join them.
"Nice job Cavemen!" He attempted a weak smile, such an alien gesture to him. "Bring out the tents, I'll make some tripwires to let us know when something's coming." Grant nodded and walked back to the "bush" along the path where there tents were concealed. The next morning brought restocking food and water, followed by rebuilding, and finally adding more defenses. They then radioed that it the prison was secure and waited for people to come hold it for them, so they could leave to the next stronghold.
[u][b]IGN:[/b][/u]twister720
[u][i][b]Age:[/b][/i][/u]13
[u][i][b]Role-Play Exp.:[/b][/i][/u]I played on many minecraft role-plays. I try not to break character
[u][i][b]Why Us:[/b][/i][/u]I love fallout and minecraft.
[u][b]Time You Can Dedicate:[/b][/u]5 days a weed
[u]IC
[/u]
[u][i][b]Name:[/b][/i][/u]Jacoby Bowden
[u]Age:[/u]17
[b][i]Appearance:[/i][/b]skinny:brown hair: no facial hair.
[u][i]Fears:[/i][/u]Hates spiders and being alone at night
[u][i][b]Personality:[/b][/i][/u]Nice if you are nice to him. Hurt him he hurts you twice as hard.
[u][i][b]Occupation:[/b][/i][/u]Bartender
[u]Skills:Can fill a drink perfectly
[/u][u][b][u][i][b]Nickname (Optional):[/b][/u]Ghost
[u][i][b]RP Example (Add Dialogue):[/b][/i][/u]"Hey, where did you grow up ,Ghost," man asked
"where I grew up don't matter no more," Ghost yelled
[u][i][b]Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):[/b][/i][/u]
Jacoby grew up in a small town. His Mother was a bartender.His father was a mercenary for the Brotherhood. When Jacoby was 7 he knew his guns like the back of his hand. His father taught everything he needed to know about them.His mother never liked it, but she had no say in it. When Jacoby was 8, his father got shot and died. Jacoby started to misbehave. He broke into innocent civilians houses and stole their goods. His friends called him "Ghost" because he could go anywhere without getting caught. When he was 12, his mother got severe radiation poisoning and she couldn't work. Ghost got pissed and started stealing more stuff. One time, he tried to steal from the local bar and got caught.
To make up for it, Ghost had to mop the floors and clean the dishes for 2 years. After his sentence was finished, he was offered a full time bartender. He did that until he was 17. His mother died when he was 17. Ghost was full of emotions and didn't show up for work for 2 weeks. Ghost's boss fired him for it. Of course, Ghost wasn't too happy about it. He murdered the bar owner, then the town officials were after him. Ghost pulled out his 9mm and shot 3 of them. After this, he booked it to the town gates. A guard started to close the gate, but Ghost shot him before he could. He sprinted out the gates and shut it behind him. Finally, his adventure begins.
why am i denied?if you are 13 to u should be denied two dont you?
I believe he is saying that although you are both young, you could still be mature enough to fit into the server. He is saying that your application does not reflect advanced maturity, and therefor you need to put more "x" into your next app, or wait until you are more mature.
Hello, My Name is, Nik. Im 14 years old. I am a big fan of these games, and Minecraft. I think that you should let me into this server because, I have the articulate nature you need, because you are fails the end :smile.gif:
IGN:iiimrdmsiii
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I play many RP style games, Minecraft RP servers, Elder Srolls, Fallout, ect.
Why Us: I love, Fallout and Minecraft, this server looks awesome, so am I!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours ATLEAST every day
IC
Name: Nikoda
Gender: male
Age: 28
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, my face looks hopelss but very scarred
Fears: What is fear? Im afraid of fear itself!
Personality: I look hopless and given up, but I feel different, I will put my name on the wasteland, I will make it happen. I am very loyal to those I trust
Occupation: Scavenger/ anything that gets bread on the table
Skills: very articulate, thinkable, entergetic
Nickname (Optional): pet
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Imperial Guard:Stop! You've violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve you're sentence. You're stolen goods are now forfeit.
I swiftly stab him with my, Chinese officer sword.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
I was born in a far away land, with my parents in a very unihabitted place, when I was 4 or 5 a bunch of canibalistic raiders appeared and killed all of us, Except me..They saved me for supper I guess, later a group of trader spotted us, they came into the camp and noticed wwho they were, a large gun battle went on, the raiders were slaughtered, I was saved though, I was raised by a trader/gun slinger, Bob Yates. He took me in and taught me, trade, survival skills and how to handle a gun, I am now a wanderer, a hard person, I dont see much hope in this world, thats why im here to save it.
Hello, My Name is, Nik. Im 14 years old. I am a big fan of these games, and Minecraft. I think that you should let me into this server because, I have the articulate nature you need, because you are fails the end :smile.gif:
[/font)IGN:iiimrdmsiii
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:I play alot of roleplaying games, and servers.
Why Us:Fallout 3, is easily one of the best games, I have EVER played. I like Minecraft, Fallout, and Elder Scrolls!Name:Nikoda
Gender:male
RP Example: I dont know what you mean by this? But If you mean in the real world, I already said it.
Backstory: Hello, Im Nik, im 14, and a Freshie in High School, I get good grades, but also play many sports. On my free time I play games (mostly Minecraft) Im very awesome and can be a bit of a pain sometimes, if you under estimate me, I will not bite you if you dont bite me!
Lol anyone wanna place bets on when this guy get in? ill put fifty down on never.
IGN:LvL_75_Hitmonlee
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played and completed Fallout 3 and New Vegas Including DLC
Why Us:Caue I love Minecraft and Fallout so perfect Combo
Time You Can Dedicate:3-6 hours
ICSixteenthOwl
Name:Bryan Aguilar
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Skinny,Long Hair,mildy strong
Fears:Deth
Personality:Fun,Jokester,Short Temper
Occupation:
Skills:Scavenging, weaponry handling
Nickname (Optional):SixteenthOwl
RP Example: Survived and now just looking for a companion
Backstory:Grew up in the vault with a single mother and a younger brother we got in trouble alot, One day our Vault got attacked by the raiders looking for a fix my mother was killed by the leader of the raider and raped me and my little brother saw it happen in front of us while we were hidden my brother was forever traumatized He ran away and now Im goin on a journey to find that certain raider, my brother and to find a new home
IGN:LvL_75_Hitmonlee
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played and completed Fallout 3 and New Vegas Including DLC
Why Us:Caue I love Minecraft and Fallout so perfect Combo
Time You Can Dedicate:3-6 hours
ICSixteenthOwl
Name:Bryan Aguilar
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Skinny,Long Hair,mildy strong
Fears:Deth
Personality:Fun,Jokester,Short Temper
Occupation:
Skills:Scavenging, weaponry handling
Nickname (Optional):SixteenthOwl
RP Example: Survived and now just looking for a companion
Backstory:Grew up in the vault with a single mother and a younger brother we got in trouble alot, One day our Vault got attacked by the raiders looking for a fix my mother was killed by the leader of the raider and raped me and my little brother saw it happen in front of us while we were hidden my brother was forever traumatized He ran away and now Im goin on a journey to find that certain raider, my brother and to find a new home
IGN:AlexHenrique
Age:13
Role-play Exp:3
Why-Us:I love minecraft guns my favorite is the sniper
Time You Can Dedicate:Evryday from 1:30 pm to 5:30pm
Country:Brazil
IC
Name:Henrique
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance:Brown Hair and Brown Eyes
Fears:Extreame Darknes
NickName:Henry
Ocupation:Building
Skills:Building and mining
RP Example(Add Dialogue):
Guys this is the fourth time i posted so please accept me
Your 13 really!? I am too, seems you have some maturing to do! (That rhymes!) Denied.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: Multiple Minecraft servers, Red Dead Redemption clans, and RP games sum up my experience.
Why Us: You seem professional. You aren't an uptight fallout server with 5 days worth of scouting through mlitple websites and forums to get applied, only to find 4 people living in dirt huts shouting "BOS K1ll NbR11!1"
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays after 3PM CST, 9PM GMT
IC
Name: Grant Walton
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: The burns and scars of years of close calls. Thin torso but strong arms, after years of eating what could be found. Wears typical duster and hat when he can, but will make do with heavier armor or less clothing.
Fears: He fears starvation. He fears thirst. He fears radiation poison. He survives on the land around him. He does not fully trust others.
Personality/Backstory: The only thing he remembers of other humans is his parents leaving him in a tree with a small box of supplies, containing a letter about his parents history when he was 5 years old. They walked off and he climbed down a few days later to find food, and hasn't stopped since then. He has spent his entire life planning a meal ahead. He built makeshift camps and weapons before discovering the outside world. He uses what can be found to make sure he lives, and is willing to do anything to continue surviving. He has spent most of his life in caves and mountains, fending off Yao Guai. Eventually he stumbled out of the woods and found "civilization". He killed the first people he saw, who happened to be raiders. He then took their guns and ammo and ran back to his forest. He spent time practicing how to use it, until he was sure he could use them to get more food and armor from the city he saw.
He went back into town where he raised his weapon at a old man on the edge of the city, who was gnawing on a slab of molerat meat. A gunshot went off and Grant fell over. He woke up a few days later in a makeshift hospital bed with a pain in his side. He tried to sit up but fell back down from the pain. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He heard words. He hadn't heard words in a long time. He lied down and breathed slowly. I can tell you don't have a death wish kid." Grant struggled to process the language he had only heard in his head to describe what happened around him at it happened. To him fact was fact, leaving his vocabulary hazy. "That was pretty stupid though, it's a good thing the militia aimed an angle that only busted your ribs." Grant turned toward the man. He wore a yellowed lab coat, and held a pencil just above a clipboard. "What were you trying to accomplish anyway?" Grant summoned all of his focus into forming language for the first time in years. He ended up weakly mumbling, "Huungerrr.." and relaxed again. The doctor wrote this down. "Now kid, you don't seem starving. You're pretty thin but I've seen much worse." Grant went back to sleep.
The next weeks were learning. He re-learned much of his language skills, and could now see people with food and not put a gun to their head. He still wanted to survive. He couldn't bring himself to go back to the woods, he found the change exhilarating. He had to learn to survive here. Where money reigned above food, and people smarter than him got between his next drink of water. He knew he couldn't do it alone, and searched for a group. One that would accept somebody with low-intelligence, yet knew how to survive. He eventually learned that to be accepted, he had to follow orders, and let go of his fear and independence for the goal of survival in this new world. His path was undetermined, but he would gladly welcome any chance of survival.
Occupation: Former survivalist, looking for faction.
Skills: Creates food, water, and shelter in any way he can. Sharpshooter after years of hunting with a bow. Average with a gun.
Nickname: Caveman
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Caveman, stay here." The soldier left grant behind a rock, overlooking the entrance to a former prison. The fences opened and the group of 5 soldiers gave their rifles up and walked in. The world shattered. An explosion from the cellblocks rocked the ground and the soldiers smoothly brought up their pistols, shot the guards, and retrieved their rifles. They formed a circle and walked towards a supply bunker. Grant stood up and shouldered his rifle. He took out the gang members as they ran toward the bunker door. They turned toward where the fire was coming from and shot blindly into the woods behind the rock. Grant was invisible. He had made an extaordinary blind from the branches he could find, and assembled them into a small structure that looked very similar to a common bush in the area. He continued to kill the people out of cover until the only ones left were behind or inside a structure. The bunker door silently creaked open and unleashed a rainstorm of lead at everything still alive. They yelled for Grant to join them.
"Nice job Cavemen!" He attempted a weak smile, such an alien gesture to him. "Bring out the tents, I'll make some tripwires to let us know when something's coming." Grant nodded and walked back to the "bush" along the path where there tents were concealed. The next morning brought restocking food and water, followed by rebuilding, and finally adding more defenses. They then radioed that it the prison was secure and waited for people to come hold it for them, so they could leave to the next stronghold.
That looks really good, I think you will be accepted.
[u][i][b]Age:[/b][/i][/u]13
[u][i][b]Role-Play Exp.:[/b][/i][/u]I played on many minecraft role-plays. I try not to break character
[u][i][b]Why Us:[/b][/i][/u]I love fallout and minecraft.
[u][b]Time You Can Dedicate:[/b][/u]5 days a weed
[u]IC
[/u]
[u][i][b]Name:[/b][/i][/u]Jacoby Bowden
[u]Age:[/u]17
[b][i]Appearance:[/i][/b]skinny:brown hair: no facial hair.
[u][i]Fears:[/i][/u]Hates spiders and being alone at night
[u][i][b]Personality:[/b][/i][/u]Nice if you are nice to him. Hurt him he hurts you twice as hard.
[u][i][b]Occupation:[/b][/i][/u]Bartender
[u]Skills:Can fill a drink perfectly
[/u][u][b][u][i][b]Nickname (Optional):[/b][/u]Ghost
[u][i][b]RP Example (Add Dialogue):[/b][/i][/u]"Hey, where did you grow up ,Ghost," man asked
"where I grew up don't matter no more," Ghost yelled
[u][i][b]Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs):[/b][/i][/u]
Jacoby grew up in a small town. His Mother was a bartender.His father was a mercenary for the Brotherhood. When Jacoby was 7 he knew his guns like the back of his hand. His father taught everything he needed to know about them.His mother never liked it, but she had no say in it. When Jacoby was 8, his father got shot and died. Jacoby started to misbehave. He broke into innocent civilians houses and stole their goods. His friends called him "Ghost" because he could go anywhere without getting caught. When he was 12, his mother got severe radiation poisoning and she couldn't work. Ghost got pissed and started stealing more stuff. One time, he tried to steal from the local bar and got caught.
To make up for it, Ghost had to mop the floors and clean the dishes for 2 years. After his sentence was finished, he was offered a full time bartender. He did that until he was 17. His mother died when he was 17. Ghost was full of emotions and didn't show up for work for 2 weeks. Ghost's boss fired him for it. Of course, Ghost wasn't too happy about it. He murdered the bar owner, then the town officials were after him. Ghost pulled out his 9mm and shot 3 of them. After this, he booked it to the town gates. A guard started to close the gate, but Ghost shot him before he could. He sprinted out the gates and shut it behind him. Finally, his adventure begins.
why am i denied?if you are 13 to u should be denied two dont you?
Your 13... No, no, no that was definitly sarcasm... right?
I believe he is saying that although you are both young, you could still be mature enough to fit into the server. He is saying that your application does not reflect advanced maturity, and therefor you need to put more "x" into your next app, or wait until you are more mature.
IGN: RyanWizy
Page: 206
It was denied because it was ****, the age thing was a side comment.
Yes... "sarcasm." :3
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I play many RP style games, Minecraft RP servers, Elder Srolls, Fallout, ect.
Why Us: I love, Fallout and Minecraft, this server looks awesome, so am I!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours ATLEAST every day
IC
Name: Nikoda
Gender: male
Age: 28
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, my face looks hopelss but very scarred
Fears: What is fear? Im afraid of fear itself!
Personality: I look hopless and given up, but I feel different, I will put my name on the wasteland, I will make it happen. I am very loyal to those I trust
Occupation: Scavenger/ anything that gets bread on the table
Skills: very articulate, thinkable, entergetic
Nickname (Optional): pet
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Imperial Guard:Stop! You've violated the law! Pay the court a fine or serve you're sentence. You're stolen goods are now forfeit.
I swiftly stab him with my, Chinese officer sword.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
I was born in a far away land, with my parents in a very unihabitted place, when I was 4 or 5 a bunch of canibalistic raiders appeared and killed all of us, Except me..They saved me for supper I guess, later a group of trader spotted us, they came into the camp and noticed wwho they were, a large gun battle went on, the raiders were slaughtered, I was saved though, I was raised by a trader/gun slinger, Bob Yates. He took me in and taught me, trade, survival skills and how to handle a gun, I am now a wanderer, a hard person, I dont see much hope in this world, thats why im here to save it.
hey, i guess you are white-lister. you should read my app on the previous page
Lol anyone wanna place bets on when this guy get in? ill put fifty down on never.
IGN:LvL_75_Hitmonlee
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Played and completed Fallout 3 and New Vegas Including DLC
Why Us:Caue I love Minecraft and Fallout so perfect Combo
Time You Can Dedicate:3-6 hours
ICSixteenthOwl
Name:Bryan Aguilar
Gender:Male
Age:24
Appearance:Skinny,Long Hair,mildy strong
Fears:Deth
Personality:Fun,Jokester,Short Temper
Occupation:
Skills:Scavenging, weaponry handling
Nickname (Optional):SixteenthOwl
RP Example: Survived and now just looking for a companion
Backstory:Grew up in the vault with a single mother and a younger brother we got in trouble alot, One day our Vault got attacked by the raiders looking for a fix my mother was killed by the leader of the raider and raped me and my little brother saw it happen in front of us while we were hidden my brother was forever traumatized He ran away and now Im goin on a journey to find that certain raider, my brother and to find a new home
IGN: NoisyNeenja
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The ****...? Denied!