First, you do not need to install the mods yourself, server will have them and you will be able to use them when on server. Otherwise thats only for you to enjoy on singleplayer. People are not being whitelisted because server is not yet open, only staff and builders are whitelisted.
First, you do not need to install the mods yourself, server will have them and you will be able to use them when on server. Otherwise thats only for you to enjoy on singleplayer. People are not being whitelisted because server is not yet open, only staff and builders are whitelisted.
You also need to wait, there havent been any whitelisters on because it was night where most of them lived and they were asleep. So just wait, if you repost later today when they are on they will get looked at
I posted my first application earlier(i would get the page #, but the site isn't cooperating). I was, unfortunately, denied with a comment "don't half-ass the app people!" in light of this i want to get feedback form whitelisters or anybody who feels like they can help, so that my final application is just right. i would repost it here, but it was already denied and i don't want the mods to think it is my revised application.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/20/2011
Posts:
282
Minecraft:
Labargoth
Member Details
OOC
IGN: Labargoth
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I like Role-Play's much and always wanted to play on a Minecraft RPG-server. I already played a few (3-4) Role-Play games (No one on a Minecraft server:() By the way I also played a online Pen&Paper rpg and wrote about 3 pages a day :biggrin.gif:
Why Us: I like Minecraft, i like Fallout and both in one RPG is awesome! Also I didn't played on a Minecraft server for a while and I'm getting bored on my singleplayer world...
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1 hour a day. On weekends and holidays I can spend up to 3 hours a day on the server.
IC
Name: Nikolai Malenkov
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Average man with brown hair and blue-green eyes
Fears: slowly dying
Personality: quiet, cold and aggressive
Occupation:
Skills: Tracking and hunting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Nikolai is sitting in a dark allay when suddenly a man comes to him*
Man:"Give me your money! Come on!"
Nikolai:"I don't have any money that I could give to you."
Man:"I said give me your money! You don't want to know what happens if you're not following my command."
*The man pulls out a knife and threatens Nikolai*
Nikolai:"I already said I don't have any money. Go away."
*Nikolai stands up and the man raised his knife, ready to attack*
Man:"This is my last warning!"
*Nikolai doesn't react, like he wouldn't hear the warning of the man*
Man:"If that is your wish..."
*The man want's to stab his knife in Nikolai's chest, but Nikolai abruptly stepps aside, grabed the arm of the man, takes the knife and is ready to attack the man*
*The man is shocked and runs away...*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born as one of many. I was nothing than a shadow. I had a normal life (normal for Fallout :tongue.gif:) until the day my life got destroyed...
One day when I was 7 a couple of man came to our home. They killed my father, raped my mother and killed her afterwards, too. I hid under a table and they didn't see me.
I don't remember these man. But this day changed my life... and so me...
Since that day, I don't have a home or a family. I lived on the streets and had to figth to survive. This were hard times to me, but I've never given up hope. Hope that everything comes to a happy ending...
When I was 18 joined the Soviet military, in order to get money and food and so that I don't have to live on the streets anymore...
I'm still searching for these men. Sometimes I dream about this dark day, but I can't do anything just sit under the table and look what these man are doing...
But it's hopeless I won't find these men for sure...
Greetings Labargoth
PS: Do I have to use the Fallout skins in this thread or can I use my own?
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many Rpgs before and I love them, Runescape(Old),of course some other Rp Minecraft servers, and etc.
Why Us: Most views, I love to watch Fallout, the mods on are just what I have been looking for!
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-3 Hours almost every day.
IC
Name: Sawyer James Coil
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Brown hair, green eyes, brown facial hair, and torn-up clothing.
Fears: Being eaten alive and dying of radiation.
Personality: Has little feeling for those in which he is working for, and is very rude to locals that he does not really know.
Occupation: An assassin of different groups of thugs.
Skills: Assassination, pick-locking/pick-pocketing, and stealth.
Nickname: ‘’The Raven'' or ''The Crow''
RP Example: Merchant-''That’ll be 75 bottle caps sir''
Sawyer-''Here you go''
''Merchant turns away''
''Sawyer uses his stealthy hands to pick-pocket the greedy man, and gets back his 75 bottle caps''
Merchant-''Hey''
''Sawyer smacks the man un-conscious and hides him''
Sawyer-''All said and done''
''Sawyer walks away''
Backstory:
Sawyer born near Nevada, in the year 2252 was abandon by his parents at the age of twelve, who couldn’t take the burden of him anymore. To be found by a common found Ranger, and taken in as his own. His new father, Harry Coil was a 48 year old man of justice, clearing the land of its thugs and thieves. Sawyer appreciated that somebody would take a burden such as him. After Harry Coil retired at the age of fifty-four and Sawyer was seventeen. Sawyer and his father went to travel the lands seeking refuge of the radiation. During this time Sawyer and his father and many obstacles thrown at them, such as thugs, bandits, and ghouls. Sawyer had learned how to fight using his fists, he also learned many dangerous points of the body, and his father also should him how to shoot his 45. Magnum pistol. One day while traveling along Nevada his father suddenly started to collapse into deep pain. Later that day his father died of a unknown disease. Sawyer now being alone, found that a place called ‘’New Vegas’’ is a place to seek refuge from the dangers of the outside and radiation. Sawyer then continued his journey to a new destination, ‘’New Vegas’’.
Sawyer eventually came to a village not far from ‘’New Vegas’’ and rested in a local inn. He decided to stay longer so he could gain more resources to move on to ‘’New Vegas’’. The time to quickly to days, then weeks, then months, and then 4 years. During those few years he was primary component of the village and he hunted food and thieves. Till one day when Sawyer was 24 the village was raided by ‘’The Legion’’ and most of us were stolen from, executed, and enslaved. Sawyer tried to hold of his house using ,his old grease gun, from ‘’The Legion’’ and succeeded by not to long after they left , a bonfire made his house engnite and he could only get his most of his most treasured stuff away from the fire. Sawyer swore to get revenge on ‘’The Legion’’, but now was not the time. Sawyer finally finished his long adventure to ‘’New Vegas’’ and settled in a cozy Inn for a while. To make money Sawyer had to do the dirty work for thugs and giving messages. Sawyer eventually got the name ‘’The Raven or ‘’The Crow’’ and most of ‘’New Vegas’’ had heard of him. Sawyer always was changing his appearance to keep safe from the law and his enemies. Sawyer had finally made enough money to stop doing the dirty work of the thugs and now is trying to start a new life in ‘’New Vegas’’.
IGN: atwt
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: not much
Why Us: the server looks cool, has guns and tank, and overall its easily distinguished itself from all the competition, seriosly all other servers are the same
Time You Can Dedicate: not much, with school and all. about 2 hours on weekdays and 3 or 4 on weekends.
ICName: dace
Gender: male
Age: 13
Appearance: idk, normal, i guess.
Fears: nothing unusual, getting burried alive under gravel, an enemy tank when i dont have a bazooka.
Personality: prefers to work alone, fight from range if possible
Occupation: none, do a bit of everything
Skills: sniping and patience
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
me:"FINNALY, its complete" i said, as i layed the finishing touches out on my base
friend: "what... how did you..."
me: "ya... im a perfectionest..." its easy to be shocked. id built a massive base, and then built a complete artificial hill so realistic my friend never even realized it was there, untill now
friend: "oh, hahaha"
me: "um... whats so funny?"
friend: "you forgot a farm"
me: "O RLY, well... oh... ya i forgot a farm...
friend: "haha
me: "brb..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs: *ch,ch*
"well... of the few things in life i still remember, thats one..." i think to myself, as some nearby game falls and i recock my rifle
boss joe: "WHAT THE... you woke up some 10, 15 minutes ago, and now your the best shot here"
i give the man who i only know as "boss joe" a weird look and then look away thinking "that makes me the best shot here... i must be the only one that can actully shoot"
just a few minutes ago, this band of travalers, heading to vegas and aparent safety, had made camp near a small building. the building had swiftly collapsed. the helpful and peaceful band of travalers quickly sprang into action and began searching for survivors. im the only living person they found.
as i fire and then recock my rifle, joe says "alright, thats enough, we dont want you using up all our amunition now."
upon waking up a few minutes after being dragged out of the building, i'd been told what had happened, that i was the only survivor, and after momentary confusion they'd realized i didnt remember anything. "that explains the bandage on my head" i'd thought. strange that i hadnt felt anything, i'd oviosly gotten a few screws nocked loose
"if he dosent remember anything, how come he can still talk?" some random guy asked. as it happened, no one there was a expert on the human brain, but it still appears i remember somethings, because shortly after that question was asked i saw a rifle on a nearby table, and somethign seemed to click. when i asked about it, i was told it had been recovered from the building.
managing to get up, and politely refusing help, i picked up the gun, and in less then a second checked it was loaded, aimed, and fired at a nearby animal. for some reason, id felt a bit of dissapointment as i saw that it was still alive, and only (mortally) wounded. i could only assume that, somehow, for me that was a bad shot.
my feeling of disapoitment was quickly chased off, though, as everyone gawked at my kill.
now, on my way back to the small camp which had adopted me in a matter of seconds, i thought about my future. my past seemed lost forever, and knowing nothing about it i wasnt exactly yearning to learn much about it, not as much as some people might think. but, with no idea about anything outside this small camp and some far off (or close?) placed called vegas, i know nothing about anything.
"ill stay with this small group, i guess" i thought to myself "after all, what else can i do..."
Can someone please respond to this I feel ignored.
OOC
IGN: LtColePhelps
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Nothing really serious but I'm pretty educated in the story of Fallout.
Why Us: Well I love Fallout and this looks like the best server I've seen.
Time You Can Dedicate: Week days probably 2-3 hours but weekends probably 5-6.
IC
Name: Cole Sanderson
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Average Height, Medium Build, Desert BDU (Battle Dress Uniform)
Fears: Centaurs, Cazadors, Starvation
Personality: Seemingly Harmless, Nice, Agressive and Dangerous when he needs to be.
Occupation: Soldier/Mechanic
Skills: Well Versed in Fire-Arms, Hand-to-Hand combat, Hunting, Survival, Maintenance, Bartering.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cole: How much for this can of gas?
Store Owner: 300 caps.
Cole: That's ridiculous I'll bareley get 10 miles out of that can!
Store Owner: Listen here buddy, gas ain't cheap these days, now if you think you can a better deal somewhere else be my guest.
Cole: Ok fine how 'bout 250 caps and a fission battery?
Store Owner: Deal. Now scram.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born and raised in the wastes Cole's father was an ex-Enclave soilder and his mother was a store owner in a small town. Growing up his parents taught him everything the knew from shooting to weapon maintenace and hunting. Everything he would need to survive the wastes.
At age 17 he told his parents he wanted to leave and go out on his own. Altough hesitant they decided he was ready and let him go. He has wandered the Mojave ever since now rugged and strong at the age of 23 he wishes to join a faction and maybe do some good in this god-forsaken world.
Question: If previously accepted here do we have to reapply at a later point? I am confused about this, I thought people were beginning to get whitelisted.
Fixed the furnace hud for 1.8. http://www.mediafire.com/?jvg2evjdoaa7qt2
All credit goes to the correct makers of the texture pack. All I did was fix the hud and add a smelting bar.
In-game-name: snipesinator
In-Character name: Kody Petrov
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Guns, Lockpicking, hand-to-hand, persuasion.
Why the Enclave?: (No I likz poW3r ArMorZ LOLTROLLOLOL) The Enclave seem like a very organized group of individuals and I would like to help out with the cause.
What Branch do you want to be in?: (there are the Scientists, Soldiers, officers, Telsa, and of course the famed 166th Telsa divison.) 166th Telsa Division
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: Of course.
is there any other way i can run the texture pack.MCpatcher isn't good(for my computer) and could you make it available on other texture pack helpers? please?
IGN: pimp5427
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've been roleplaying since I was a little toddla. Haha.
Why Us: Because, I've given up on MY Fallout server, and I need Fallout Roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: As much time needed.
IC
Name: Ryan Flemming
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Very beaten and rugged, with a barely tended mo-hawk. He has ragged clothing, and some flesh wounds.
Fears: He only fears seeing his brother die, once again.
Personality: He's very down-to-earth. He has some-what of a lisp, and knows how to make someone laugh.
Occupation: Raider
Skills: He knows how to read, but not write. He can build simple shelters to keep him alive, and he's good with a gun & some bullets.
Nickname (Optional): 'Ace'
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Setting - Three aristocrats are being attacked by mutants, outside of their town.
Ryan approaches them seemingly steamed.
Ryan: "What'ye doin' out here, big-bucks?"
One of the Aristocrats turns to see Ryan and whimpers, beckoning they're in need of help.
Ryan leaps forward, thrusting his gun-blade into the mutant's neck, and fires a shot, blowing it's head off.
Ryan then turns around, and punches one of the aristocrats in the face, sending him down.
Another one of the aristocrats pulls out a little blade, and tries to stab Ryan, but he kicks him in the stomach before the blade reaches Ryan's body.
Aristocrat: "Damn you, you little ****!"
The aristocrat that was punched in the head, grabs Ryan's legs, and starts biting and clawing, trying to disable him. Ryan falls down, and starts kicking at the man biting his legs. His leg is completely numb, and is bleeding everywhere, but the aristocrat keeps biting. The aristocrat's friends run, and Ryan pulls out his 9mm pistol. Ryan cocks the trigger, and fires a round in the aristocrat's chest, screaming.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Drip-drop, Drip-drop. The repeated sound of water dripping through the pipes. One of Ryan's dad's favorite sayings. "As long as there's water dripping, there's bodies dropping." Which was true, you know? Men needed water to survive, so you fight for clean water, see? Well, Ryan wasn't an ordinary boy. He could make ADULTS laugh at his jokes, and he could steal their money while doing it. At the birthday parties in the vault, HE got the presents. No matter how you look at it, Ryan was the idol for children. Through Ryan's pre-teen years, he was neglected by his mother. His mother, a drunken-*****, would beat him night-to-night. Ryan's dad was afraid to step in, because the woman he married was a murderer waiting to happen.
When Ryan was 13 years old, on his birthday, his father died. As well as most of the others in the vault. One of the vault-workers was bribed, and was promised riches, and treasures, if he allowed a possè of raiders in. Ryan escaped with the Overseer, and three other kids, but they eventually died off. He still kept to his humor, and told jokes to himself, to pass the time. Eventually, he took the profession of killing and stealing from any straggler he saw. Now, Ryan had a brother... But Ryan didn't know, so it took him by surprise when the man he was robbing pulled out a birth-certificate with Ryan's father's name on it. Ryan and his brother patrolled the wastelands together, pulling off heists, and raiding houses. But, when one of the robberies went wrong, Ryan's brother was shot in the chest... Ryan had persuaded and persuaded, begged and begged, PLEADED and PLEADED for his brother to come along.. His brother was positive something was going to happen, and something did. Ryan's brother was murdered right before his own eyes.
Ryan went into emotional shock for a week, it was all his fault. He now strolls the Mojave in silence.
You also need to wait, there havent been any whitelisters on because it was night where most of them lived and they were asleep. So just wait, if you repost later today when they are on they will get looked at
IGN: Labargoth
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I like Role-Play's much and always wanted to play on a Minecraft RPG-server. I already played a few (3-4) Role-Play games (No one on a Minecraft server:() By the way I also played a online Pen&Paper rpg and wrote about 3 pages a day :biggrin.gif:
Why Us: I like Minecraft, i like Fallout and both in one RPG is awesome! Also I didn't played on a Minecraft server for a while and I'm getting bored on my singleplayer world...
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1 hour a day. On weekends and holidays I can spend up to 3 hours a day on the server.
IC
Name: Nikolai Malenkov
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Average man with brown hair and blue-green eyes
Fears: slowly dying
Personality: quiet, cold and aggressive
Occupation:
Skills: Tracking and hunting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Nikolai is sitting in a dark allay when suddenly a man comes to him*
Man:"Give me your money! Come on!"
Nikolai:"I don't have any money that I could give to you."
Man:"I said give me your money! You don't want to know what happens if you're not following my command."
*The man pulls out a knife and threatens Nikolai*
Nikolai:"I already said I don't have any money. Go away."
*Nikolai stands up and the man raised his knife, ready to attack*
Man:"This is my last warning!"
*Nikolai doesn't react, like he wouldn't hear the warning of the man*
Man:"If that is your wish..."
*The man want's to stab his knife in Nikolai's chest, but Nikolai abruptly stepps aside, grabed the arm of the man, takes the knife and is ready to attack the man*
*The man is shocked and runs away...*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Born as one of many. I was nothing than a shadow. I had a normal life (normal for Fallout :tongue.gif:) until the day my life got destroyed...
One day when I was 7 a couple of man came to our home. They killed my father, raped my mother and killed her afterwards, too. I hid under a table and they didn't see me.
I don't remember these man. But this day changed my life... and so me...
Since that day, I don't have a home or a family. I lived on the streets and had to figth to survive. This were hard times to me, but I've never given up hope. Hope that everything comes to a happy ending...
When I was 18 joined the Soviet military, in order to get money and food and so that I don't have to live on the streets anymore...
I'm still searching for these men. Sometimes I dream about this dark day, but I can't do anything just sit under the table and look what these man are doing...
But it's hopeless I won't find these men for sure...
Greetings Labargoth
PS: Do I have to use the Fallout skins in this thread or can I use my own?
IGN: RavenChance101
Age: 11
Role-Play Exp.: I have played many Rpgs before and I love them, Runescape(Old),of course some other Rp Minecraft servers, and etc.
Why Us: Most views, I love to watch Fallout, the mods on are just what I have been looking for!
Time You Can Dedicate: 2-3 Hours almost every day.
IC
Name: Sawyer James Coil
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Brown hair, green eyes, brown facial hair, and torn-up clothing.
Fears: Being eaten alive and dying of radiation.
Personality: Has little feeling for those in which he is working for, and is very rude to locals that he does not really know.
Occupation: An assassin of different groups of thugs.
Skills: Assassination, pick-locking/pick-pocketing, and stealth.
Nickname: ‘’The Raven'' or ''The Crow''
RP Example: Merchant-''That’ll be 75 bottle caps sir''
Sawyer-''Here you go''
''Merchant turns away''
''Sawyer uses his stealthy hands to pick-pocket the greedy man, and gets back his 75 bottle caps''
Merchant-''Hey''
''Sawyer smacks the man un-conscious and hides him''
Sawyer-''All said and done''
''Sawyer walks away''
Backstory:
Sawyer born near Nevada, in the year 2252 was abandon by his parents at the age of twelve, who couldn’t take the burden of him anymore. To be found by a common found Ranger, and taken in as his own. His new father, Harry Coil was a 48 year old man of justice, clearing the land of its thugs and thieves. Sawyer appreciated that somebody would take a burden such as him. After Harry Coil retired at the age of fifty-four and Sawyer was seventeen. Sawyer and his father went to travel the lands seeking refuge of the radiation. During this time Sawyer and his father and many obstacles thrown at them, such as thugs, bandits, and ghouls. Sawyer had learned how to fight using his fists, he also learned many dangerous points of the body, and his father also should him how to shoot his 45. Magnum pistol. One day while traveling along Nevada his father suddenly started to collapse into deep pain. Later that day his father died of a unknown disease. Sawyer now being alone, found that a place called ‘’New Vegas’’ is a place to seek refuge from the dangers of the outside and radiation. Sawyer then continued his journey to a new destination, ‘’New Vegas’’.
Sawyer eventually came to a village not far from ‘’New Vegas’’ and rested in a local inn. He decided to stay longer so he could gain more resources to move on to ‘’New Vegas’’. The time to quickly to days, then weeks, then months, and then 4 years. During those few years he was primary component of the village and he hunted food and thieves. Till one day when Sawyer was 24 the village was raided by ‘’The Legion’’ and most of us were stolen from, executed, and enslaved. Sawyer tried to hold of his house using ,his old grease gun, from ‘’The Legion’’ and succeeded by not to long after they left , a bonfire made his house engnite and he could only get his most of his most treasured stuff away from the fire. Sawyer swore to get revenge on ‘’The Legion’’, but now was not the time. Sawyer finally finished his long adventure to ‘’New Vegas’’ and settled in a cozy Inn for a while. To make money Sawyer had to do the dirty work for thugs and giving messages. Sawyer eventually got the name ‘’The Raven or ‘’The Crow’’ and most of ‘’New Vegas’’ had heard of him. Sawyer always was changing his appearance to keep safe from the law and his enemies. Sawyer had finally made enough money to stop doing the dirty work of the thugs and now is trying to start a new life in ‘’New Vegas’’.
also, dont ask why its not in the usual quote box thing, long story
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IGN: atwt
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: not much
Why Us: the server looks cool, has guns and tank, and overall its easily distinguished itself from all the competition, seriosly all other servers are the same
Time You Can Dedicate: not much, with school and all. about 2 hours on weekdays and 3 or 4 on weekends.
ICName: dace
Gender: male
Age: 13
Appearance: idk, normal, i guess.
Fears: nothing unusual, getting burried alive under gravel, an enemy tank when i dont have a bazooka.
Personality: prefers to work alone, fight from range if possible
Occupation: none, do a bit of everything
Skills: sniping and patience
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
me:"FINNALY, its complete" i said, as i layed the finishing touches out on my base
friend: "what... how did you..."
me: "ya... im a perfectionest..." its easy to be shocked. id built a massive base, and then built a complete artificial hill so realistic my friend never even realized it was there, untill now
friend: "oh, hahaha"
me: "um... whats so funny?"
friend: "you forgot a farm"
me: "O RLY, well... oh... ya i forgot a farm...
friend: "haha
me: "brb..."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs: *ch,ch*
"well... of the few things in life i still remember, thats one..." i think to myself, as some nearby game falls and i recock my rifle
boss joe: "WHAT THE... you woke up some 10, 15 minutes ago, and now your the best shot here"
i give the man who i only know as "boss joe" a weird look and then look away thinking "that makes me the best shot here... i must be the only one that can actully shoot"
just a few minutes ago, this band of travalers, heading to vegas and aparent safety, had made camp near a small building. the building had swiftly collapsed. the helpful and peaceful band of travalers quickly sprang into action and began searching for survivors. im the only living person they found.
as i fire and then recock my rifle, joe says "alright, thats enough, we dont want you using up all our amunition now."
upon waking up a few minutes after being dragged out of the building, i'd been told what had happened, that i was the only survivor, and after momentary confusion they'd realized i didnt remember anything. "that explains the bandage on my head" i'd thought. strange that i hadnt felt anything, i'd oviosly gotten a few screws nocked loose
"if he dosent remember anything, how come he can still talk?" some random guy asked. as it happened, no one there was a expert on the human brain, but it still appears i remember somethings, because shortly after that question was asked i saw a rifle on a nearby table, and somethign seemed to click. when i asked about it, i was told it had been recovered from the building.
managing to get up, and politely refusing help, i picked up the gun, and in less then a second checked it was loaded, aimed, and fired at a nearby animal. for some reason, id felt a bit of dissapointment as i saw that it was still alive, and only (mortally) wounded. i could only assume that, somehow, for me that was a bad shot.
my feeling of disapoitment was quickly chased off, though, as everyone gawked at my kill.
now, on my way back to the small camp which had adopted me in a matter of seconds, i thought about my future. my past seemed lost forever, and knowing nothing about it i wasnt exactly yearning to learn much about it, not as much as some people might think. but, with no idea about anything outside this small camp and some far off (or close?) placed called vegas, i know nothing about anything.
"ill stay with this small group, i guess" i thought to myself "after all, what else can i do..."
OOC
IGN: LtColePhelps
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Nothing really serious but I'm pretty educated in the story of Fallout.
Why Us: Well I love Fallout and this looks like the best server I've seen.
Time You Can Dedicate: Week days probably 2-3 hours but weekends probably 5-6.
IC
Name: Cole Sanderson
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Average Height, Medium Build, Desert BDU (Battle Dress Uniform)
Fears: Centaurs, Cazadors, Starvation
Personality: Seemingly Harmless, Nice, Agressive and Dangerous when he needs to be.
Occupation: Soldier/Mechanic
Skills: Well Versed in Fire-Arms, Hand-to-Hand combat, Hunting, Survival, Maintenance, Bartering.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Cole: How much for this can of gas?
Store Owner: 300 caps.
Cole: That's ridiculous I'll bareley get 10 miles out of that can!
Store Owner: Listen here buddy, gas ain't cheap these days, now if you think you can a better deal somewhere else be my guest.
Cole: Ok fine how 'bout 250 caps and a fission battery?
Store Owner: Deal. Now scram.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Born and raised in the wastes Cole's father was an ex-Enclave soilder and his mother was a store owner in a small town. Growing up his parents taught him everything the knew from shooting to weapon maintenace and hunting. Everything he would need to survive the wastes.
At age 17 he told his parents he wanted to leave and go out on his own. Altough hesitant they decided he was ready and let him go. He has wandered the Mojave ever since now rugged and strong at the age of 23 he wishes to join a faction and maybe do some good in this god-forsaken world.
http://www.mediafire.com/?jvg2evjdoaa7qt2
All credit goes to the correct makers of the texture pack. All I did was fix the hud and add a smelting bar.
I always thought it meant your IGN account username
ign =in game name
wait, instead it means... um... i-nside g-ameboy... n-ninja
In-Character name: Kody Petrov
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Guns, Lockpicking, hand-to-hand, persuasion.
Why the Enclave?: (No I likz poW3r ArMorZ LOLTROLLOLOL) The Enclave seem like a very organized group of individuals and I would like to help out with the cause.
What Branch do you want to be in?: (there are the Scientists, Soldiers, officers, Telsa, and of course the famed 166th Telsa divison.) 166th Telsa Division
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: Of course.
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I've been roleplaying since I was a little toddla. Haha.
Why Us: Because, I've given up on MY Fallout server, and I need Fallout Roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: As much time needed.
IC
Name: Ryan Flemming
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: Very beaten and rugged, with a barely tended mo-hawk. He has ragged clothing, and some flesh wounds.
Fears: He only fears seeing his brother die, once again.
Personality: He's very down-to-earth. He has some-what of a lisp, and knows how to make someone laugh.
Occupation: Raider
Skills: He knows how to read, but not write. He can build simple shelters to keep him alive, and he's good with a gun & some bullets.
Nickname (Optional): 'Ace'
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Setting - Three aristocrats are being attacked by mutants, outside of their town.
Ryan approaches them seemingly steamed.
Ryan: "What'ye doin' out here, big-bucks?"
One of the Aristocrats turns to see Ryan and whimpers, beckoning they're in need of help.
Ryan leaps forward, thrusting his gun-blade into the mutant's neck, and fires a shot, blowing it's head off.
Ryan then turns around, and punches one of the aristocrats in the face, sending him down.
Another one of the aristocrats pulls out a little blade, and tries to stab Ryan, but he kicks him in the stomach before the blade reaches Ryan's body.
Aristocrat: "Damn you, you little ****!"
The aristocrat that was punched in the head, grabs Ryan's legs, and starts biting and clawing, trying to disable him. Ryan falls down, and starts kicking at the man biting his legs. His leg is completely numb, and is bleeding everywhere, but the aristocrat keeps biting. The aristocrat's friends run, and Ryan pulls out his 9mm pistol. Ryan cocks the trigger, and fires a round in the aristocrat's chest, screaming.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Drip-drop, Drip-drop. The repeated sound of water dripping through the pipes. One of Ryan's dad's favorite sayings. "As long as there's water dripping, there's bodies dropping." Which was true, you know? Men needed water to survive, so you fight for clean water, see? Well, Ryan wasn't an ordinary boy. He could make ADULTS laugh at his jokes, and he could steal their money while doing it. At the birthday parties in the vault, HE got the presents. No matter how you look at it, Ryan was the idol for children. Through Ryan's pre-teen years, he was neglected by his mother. His mother, a drunken-*****, would beat him night-to-night. Ryan's dad was afraid to step in, because the woman he married was a murderer waiting to happen.
When Ryan was 13 years old, on his birthday, his father died. As well as most of the others in the vault. One of the vault-workers was bribed, and was promised riches, and treasures, if he allowed a possè of raiders in. Ryan escaped with the Overseer, and three other kids, but they eventually died off. He still kept to his humor, and told jokes to himself, to pass the time. Eventually, he took the profession of killing and stealing from any straggler he saw. Now, Ryan had a brother... But Ryan didn't know, so it took him by surprise when the man he was robbing pulled out a birth-certificate with Ryan's father's name on it. Ryan and his brother patrolled the wastelands together, pulling off heists, and raiding houses. But, when one of the robberies went wrong, Ryan's brother was shot in the chest... Ryan had persuaded and persuaded, begged and begged, PLEADED and PLEADED for his brother to come along.. His brother was positive something was going to happen, and something did. Ryan's brother was murdered right before his own eyes.
Ryan went into emotional shock for a week, it was all his fault. He now strolls the Mojave in silence.
My youtube, if you're willing to watch some videos!
http://www.youtube.c...cy?feature=mhee