IGN: _Thign2_
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: runescape, fallout, fable(all), dragon qwest, and minecraft
Why Us: you have a realy good role-play server and the guns mod doesnt hurt
Time You Can Dedicate: Everyday atleast 4 hours each day
IC
Name: Artimes
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: A common everyday looking man with a few scars on his left arm. Cloths that look good but a few sizes to big. He also has a red birth mark above his right shoulder blade.
Fears: Fear of nether and ghosts
Personality: A person who can resolve conflicts without fighting.
Occupation: Lowyar
Skills: Picklocking, hotwireing,
Nickname (Optional): The magic man
RP Example (Add Dialogue): :"The spartans are relentless"commander Klener tells. "that is no exuse"admeral Deken yells."they may be srtong but they dont have the will power". "Find xavier" says admeral Deken "we dont need anylose ends, and kill the prisoner we have no use for him anymore." "we have what they need most!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Seperated at birth, young Artimes feel's a sense of urgency and yet he is calm. He see's his family drive away, his brother staring at him through the back window. He knew they would not return, but he would not will himself to belive it. Thirty years pass and he is now 37. He knows his brother is alive. He needs to find him. He needs to know why.
IGN: _Thign2_
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: runescape, fallout, fable(all), dragon qwest, and minecraft
Why Us: you have a realy good role-play server and the guns mod doesnt hurt
Time You Can Dedicate: Everyday atleast 4 hours each day
IC
Name: Artimes
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: A common everyday looking man with a few scars on his left arm. Cloths that look good but a few sizes to big. He also has a red birth mark above his right shoulder blade.
Fears: Fear of nether and ghosts
Personality: A person who can resolve conflicts without fighting.
Occupation: Lowyar
Skills: Picklocking, hotwireing,
Nickname (Optional): The magic man
RP Example (Add Dialogue): :"The spartans are relentless"commander Klener tells. "that is no exuse"admeral Deken yells."they may be srtong but they dont have the will power". "Find xavier" says admeral Deken "we dont need anylose ends, and kill the prisoner we have no use for him anymore." "we have what they need most!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Seperated at birth, young Artimes feel's a sense of urgency and yet he is calm. He see's his family drive away, his brother staring at him through the back window. He knew they would not return, but he would not will himself to belive it. Thirty years pass and he is now 37. He knows his brother is alive. He needs to find him. He needs to know why.
First I want to tell you...its spelled Quest, not Qwest
Second, your backstory has no Fallout Elements at atll, neither does your RP Example (though you dont need FO elements in it, it still kind of sucks). Also, your backstory inst long enough AT ALL...honestly, guys, read the labels it clearly states 1-2 LONG Paragraphs... This WILL be denied :dry.gif: (Im not a whitelister, just tryin to help out bud)
IGN: dinox13
My app is gone somehow????
But i did get accepted, if you don't believe me check this out:
View Postdinox13, on 26 September 2011 - 10:29 PM, said:
Thank's for telling me that. I wanna improve my RPing experience.
OOC
IGN: dinox13
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: Have done Forum RPs and some RP server's.
Why Us: This look's like a cool server and i want to use my Last Days texture pack and this server is made for it.
Time You Can Dedicate: If i like the server Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
IC
Name: Dinox Treaty
Gender: Male
Age: 34
RP Example: Dinox arrived at the House. He got out of his car and started slowly walking to the door. The rain was pouring. Then he heard a noise. The door opened and a man stood there. He had a coat and a pair of jeans. His coat was covered in blood and he had a scar on his right cheek. His eye's were grey and he holded on something. When Dinox looked closer he saw that it was a metal pipe the man was holding.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): (I don't know much about Fallout so this will be a bad one) Dinox was a man with a typical life. Dinox lived in New Vegas until Enclave attacked. He barely survived the attack. Now he had one goal: Survive. Surviving was hard. Living in forest's or cave's would just make it harder. Instead he lived in the ruins of Los Angeles. There were irradiated freak's there so Dinox hided in his shelter a couple of year's. He only got out when looking for food and water. He had becomed a wastelander. Life as a wastelander was hard. Dinox also raided people who walked outside his shelter. A couple year's later he had enough of being a wastelander. He was going to leave. Where he didn't know. But he had heard something from the freak's that Mojave was a good place to live now. And living in a city filled with freak's wasn't better than a place with normal people. "Mojave here i come.."
Accepted.
Im sorry, but I don't think you will get in unless the person who accepted you see's this...because anyone can say that their app was accepted but its gone....I dont want to be a bummer, though, so keep at it...if you dont get whitelisted in the next 2 days or so, just re-apply, it will save you and the whitelisters time :smile.gif:
Role-Play Exp.:In minecraft, not so much. But in plenty of other games and such I've been a major contributor.
Why Us:I really enjoy fallout style games, though, thanks to crappy hardware I can't play it in the area I would like to. So why not try and create that experience on one of the most amazing games ever that I can actually play! :biggrin.gif:
Time I can dedicate: Whenever school isn't in the way really! So most of the week.
IC
Name: Louis McKenzie
Gender:M
Age:27
RP Example:Pushing the final seed into weak soil and praying that the water I'm using will nourish it's growth. If it does, hopefully it won't get raided by petty thieves like last month. ****, I'd accept anything if they really needed it that bad , even if they just stayed and watched over it to make sure it doesn't get trampled on.
Backstory: Being pushed into criminal life early on in his teens , - acted as a scout for local insurgents and learnt to live off what was available , using what little he could find to make a living. After they were wiped out - decided to pick up a career of agriculture, Trying to support all those affected... at least those that'll value his effort.
It's not worth all this trouble to play on your server. Sorry, but you need to get better at accepting people.
It's called reposting.
Sorry, but you're not going to be missed. If you could read I was going to check through applications and whitelist people, but obviously since it's SUCH a pain to read, goodbye.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
**WHITELISTERS**PLEASE READ ME FOR THE SAKE OF A AWESOME RP EXPERIENCE ON A FALLOUT SERVER!!!!!
OOC
IGN: Ace__Spades
Age: 21
Role-Play Exp.: Played on several RP servers in MC. Also RPed in GTA and WoW
Why Us: I am looking for a more fun, rewarding RP experience. This server has some huge potential as I loved the Fallout series and there are many possibilities here for longer adventure compared to other servers.
Time You Can Dedicate: Several hours per day
IC
Name: Jason Cade
Gender: Male
Age: 21
RP Example:
Me: *lays down a King on a 4 of clubs* Ha! I guess I win again! Caravan just comes second nature I guess.
Ronald Anoir: *lowers hand of cards and places them on the splintered shipping crate* I see... Tell me again where you learned this game lad?
Me: Mr. Anoir, I cant be giving away all of my secrets now can I? *smirks*
Ronald: I dont know if its secrets you have or Lady Luck but I cant see how you always win at this damned card game! *Hands over 200 caps*
Me: Thank you sir! *Glances out the window of the gas station* It seems to be getting dark friend, I better be heading out before Raiders get frisky. No sense in shedding blood after a nice card game is there?
Ronald: Nope, I guess not! We will see you again soon pal. Watch your self out there now!
Me: *Picks up rifle leaning against an old soda fountain* Will do! *Walks out into the dusk*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Jason is from a long line of entrepreneurs amassing a great family wealth. His family survived the Fallout by taking refuge in the bunker his great grandfather's compound provided. His grandfather owned an extremely successful oil company, and taught Jason's father the meaning of being a warrior, hard work and reward. These same principles were passed down to Jason through his father like his father before him. Jason grew up in the city of the wastes. He never knew much of poverty or loneliness. However, things were growing darker outside the city. Though the NCR was keeping many safe, it seemed they were losing ground. Too many enemies were pushing closer to home. Too close for comfort in Jason's mind.
So, Jason decided he would do something about the darkness in the wastes. He was well taught in business, and he knew he would be fine on his own in terms of finances. He knew how to scrounge up some caps when necessary and was also quite good at the popular card game Caravan. That aught to help his moneymaking chances a bit. He was even accustomed to weaponry as his father was a sharpshooter for the NCR for a good while during a call to arms against the Independence militia. He is better with a rifle than anything else. He is well studied on the wasteland, so survival should not be too difficult but of course this is his first venture alone. Jason was undertaking a mission that could change his family's name forever. Not only will they be known for their fortune, but now a new path will be carved. This was Jason's time. He said goodbye to his father and mother and set off into the wastes towards Camp McCarran, in search of a place in history...
IGN:sir_slime
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:i have played fallout 3 and others in r.p.g
Why Us:i'v benn looking for a good server and i think yours is
Time You Can Dedicate:1 to 5 hours a day
Forever denied. Someone too ignorant to use the full application doesn't deserve to be here.
IGN: _Thign2_
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: runescape, fallout, fable(all), dragon qwest, and minecraft
Why Us: you have a realy good role-play server and the guns mod doesnt hurt
Time You Can Dedicate: Everyday atleast 4 hours each day
IC
Name: Artimes
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: A common everyday looking man with a few scars on his left arm. Cloths that look good but a few sizes to big. He also has a red birth mark above his right shoulder blade.
Fears: Fear of nether and ghosts
Personality: A person who can resolve conflicts without fighting.
Occupation: Lowyar
Skills: Picklocking, hotwireing,
Nickname (Optional): The magic man
RP Example (Add Dialogue): :"The spartans are relentless"commander Klener tells. "that is no exuse"admeral Deken yells."they may be srtong but they dont have the will power". "Find xavier" says admeral Deken "we dont need anylose ends, and kill the prisoner we have no use for him anymore." "we have what they need most!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Seperated at birth, young Artimes feel's a sense of urgency and yet he is calm. He see's his family drive away, his brother staring at him through the back window. He knew they would not return, but he would not will himself to belive it. Thirty years pass and he is now 37. He knows his brother is alive. He needs to find him. He needs to know why.
Denied. No details, bad grammar on the RP Example. Assuming no cars were able to run because oil prices were so high back then before the war and that all fossil fuels are pretty much obliterated. One last chance to fix it up.
Role-Play Exp.:In minecraft, not so much. But in plenty of other games and such I've been a major contributor.
Why Us:I really enjoy fallout style games, though, thanks to crappy hardware I can't play it in the area I would like to. So why not try and create that experience on one of the most amazing games ever that I can actually play! :biggrin.gif:
Time I can dedicate: Whenever school isn't in the way really! So most of the week.
IC
Name: Louis McKenzie
Gender:M
Age:27
RP Example:Pushing the final seed into weak soil and praying that the water I'm using will nourish it's growth. If it does, hopefully it won't get raided by petty thieves like last month. ****, I'd accept anything if they really needed it that bad , even if they just stayed and watched over it to make sure it doesn't get trampled on.
Backstory: Being pushed into criminal life early on in his teens , - acted as a scout for local insurgents and learnt to live off what was available , using what little he could find to make a living. After they were wiped out - decided to pick up a career of agriculture, Trying to support all those affected... at least those that'll value his effort.
Denied. Backstory is too short and while I like the RP Example's detail, I asked for dialogue in it as well. One last chance.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
IGN: emerald_zeus
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: D&D, Fallout 3 + New Vegas, Dungeons and Dragons: Online, a couple of forum RPs
Why Us: this server seems interesting and original. It combines two of my favorite games and gives me a chance to RP on a regular basis
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 2+ hours straight on weekends. Random time I can find to play
IC
Name: Zacharias
Gender: Male
Age: early-mid 20s
Appearance: tall, slightly overweight. Metal armor that is given constant upgrades. He has short black hair and dark green eyes,
Fears: doing something wrong, people finding something wrong with him
Personality: fun-loving and adventurous, slight reserved. Serious when needing to be. Enjoys helping others and feeling needed. Always making sure he is doing things correctly.
Occupation: former NCR engineer
Skills: Mechanics, electronics, rifles (energy weapons too, but those aren’t in this server)
Nickname (Optional): Zach
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Zach had been traveling for a while with this caravan. They had been relentlessly ambushed by the legion, and their old Mr. Gusty has finally given out. The people of the caravan have convened to decide what to do. “We’re doomed” a younger fellow said, causing some murmurs in the crowd. An older man stepped up, and Zach knew him to be the leader of the caravan. “Aw, quit yer yappin’!” he said angrily. “We’ll be just fine withou’ ‘im.” Zach was unsure of what to do, but eventually took a stand. “Hey!” he said, with confidence that sounded fake even to him. “I think I could fix him.” There was even more murmuring in the crowd, and then the leader said “Why should we trust you?” Zach was unprepared for the question, and a long pause followed as he contemplated how to respond. Before he could, however, another person in the crowd stepped forward. It was a young child, and behind him was a man that looked near the end of his life. “He fixed my grandpappy’s Pip-Boy, show em’ pappy!” Zach had indeed fixed the old man’s Pip-Boy earlier in the journey. It was the first time he had his hands on anything of Vault-Tec origin, and it took him time to find out how it worked. While he worked on it, the boy had always asked him about what he was doing, and paid attention diligently. The crowd was surprised to see that the Pip-Boy was shining brilliantly, as it had been dim and unresponsive before Zach’s fix. “Ok ,fine!” the leader said with a grunt of dissatisfaction “but if this thing blows up someone else is paying for my stimpack”. Zach felt good knowing that he had succeeded, but suddenly had a problem “uhh….guys….I kinda need room.” The crowd willingly backed away as Zach got cracking on the robot.
As Zach opened the repair hatch on the Mr.Gusty, he realized he had quite a job on his hands.The wiring looked like it hadn’t been touched since the Great War. Getting a rag out of his pack, he went through the menial task of cleaning the inside. This was his least favorite part of a repair. That done, he finally got to the good stuff. He took a look at the wiring, and found more short-circuits than he has seen in his life. He realized he would have to cut the wires and install new ones. As he reached for is tools and extra wires, he noticed everybody was still there. He stared nervously for a moment, before saying “this is going to take a while.” Almost everybody left at that point, except for the young boy and the leader. Having people watching did not help his nervousness, and he almost forgot to turn off the bot’s power. He worked diligently and meticulously, making sure everything fit just right. After who knows how long, he was finished. With a satisfied expression he turned on the Mr. Gusty. At first, it’ lights dimly lit, but then it roared to life. Zach was so excited that it worked, that he barely dodged the flames emitted from the started robot. “BZZT BZZT ERROR ERROR!!! DANGER! DANGER!!!” “Whoa, whoa, calm down! You’re fine now.” Zach said quickly. After a moment to find its surrounding, the Mr.Gusty realized it was safe and went into sleep mode. It was only at this that Zach realized that it was almost midnight, and he should go to sleep mode himself. He passed the leader and boy, both sleeping, and pondered waking them until finally deciding to go to bed.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
From what he was told, he was brought to his parent's doorstep as a baby. He grew up in the Hub, around all the bustle and travel. Seeing all of the travelers going in and out made him eager for adventure when he was a boy. As a young adult, he joined the NCR as soon as he could, hoping to be deployed all across the mid-west. Even though he was working with the mechanized division and did what he loves, all the NCR managed to do was send him to some barren outpost in the middle of nowhere. His time at the outpost was short, but it seemed to take a lifetime. He had contemplated leaving, but held off despite being bored. The vehicles at the outpost were almost never used. So, after he had repaired them all, he was sent to do menial guard work. The last straw was drawn when his division was sent to an independence town not too far from the outpost. The settlement offered little in the way of resistance, but his commander still insisted that they kick everybody off the land. “This is NCR territory now!” he would say. Then, a stubborn old man refused to leave. His commander ordered him to shoot. He couldn’t believe what he had heard, and his morals took place of his better judgment. As he raised the gun to the man’s head, he instead tossed him the gun and bolted. He ran and ran until he could run no more. He was away from home, away from hope, and all he did was travel. From that day he had dropped his last name. It didn’t really belong to him anyway, and it also leads anybody he met straight to his guardians.
He traveled with caravans until reaching the Mojave, hoping to explore the Wastes and make helpful allies along the way. His mechanic and technical expertise improved as he helped others in his travels, and soon he became one of the most trusted people in a small town he managed to settle in for a time. The locals entrusted him in fixing the pre-war turrets and defenses nearby. He had readily refused, saying that he was not skilled enough to repair the whole system. In the end, he finally agreed to give it a shot. Unfortunately, a small programming error caused a memory hole leading to the defenses running out of power right as the legion decided to attack. The town was ransacked, and many were carried off as slaves. He left in the morning, lonely and ashamed of the destruction he inadvertently caused. He put it behind him,only remembered it as a motivator, willing himself to do better in his continuing travels in the Mojave Wasteland. Zach had also heard of a Courier guy around, apparently he was a hero or something. Zach knew he wasn’t cut out for that kind of stuff, he was just the tech guy. But still, he wandered on, going where ever he was wanted.
IGN: emerald_zeus
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: D&D, Fallout 3 + New Vegas, Dungeons and Dragons: Online, a couple of forum RPs
Why Us: this server seems interesting and original. It combines two of my favorite games and gives me a chance to RP on a regular basis
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 2+ hours straight on weekends. Random time I can find to play
IC
Name: Zacharias
Gender: Male
Age: early-mid 20s
Appearance: tall, slightly overweight. Metal armor that is given constant upgrades. He has short black hair and dark green eyes,
Fears: doing something wrong, people finding something wrong with him
Personality: fun-loving and adventurous, slight reserved. Serious when needing to be. Enjoys helping others and feeling needed. Always making sure he is doing things correctly.
Occupation: former NCR engineer
Skills: Mechanics, electronics, rifles (energy weapons too, but those aren’t in this server)
Nickname (Optional): Zach
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Zach had been traveling for a while with this caravan. They had been relentlessly ambushed by the legion, and their old Mr. Gusty has finally given out. The people of the caravan have convened to decide what to do. “We’re doomed” a younger fellow said, causing some murmurs in the crowd. An older man stepped up, and Zach knew him to be the leader of the caravan. “Aw, quit yer yappin’!” he said angrily. “We’ll be just fine withou’ ‘im.” Zach was unsure of what to do, but eventually took a stand. “Hey!” he said, with confidence that sounded fake even to him. “I think I could fix him.” There was even more murmuring in the crowd, and then the leader said “Why should we trust you?” Zach was unprepared for the question, and a long pause followed as he contemplated how to respond. Before he could, however, another person in the crowd stepped forward. It was a young child, and behind him was a man that looked near the end of his life. “He fixed my grandpappy’s Pip-Boy, show em’ pappy!” Zach had indeed fixed the old man’s Pip-Boy earlier in the journey. It was the first time he had his hands on anything of Vault-Tec origin, and it took him time to find out how it worked. While he worked on it, the boy had always asked him about what he was doing, and paid attention diligently. The crowd was surprised to see that the Pip-Boy was shining brilliantly, as it had been dim and unresponsive before Zach’s fix. “Ok ,fine!” the leader said with a grunt of dissatisfaction “but if this thing blows up someone else is paying for my stimpack”. Zach felt good knowing that he had succeeded, but suddenly had a problem “uhh….guys….I kinda need room.” The crowd willingly backed away as Zach got cracking on the robot.
As Zach opened the repair hatch on the Mr.Gusty, he realized he had quite a job on his hands.The wiring looked like it hadn’t been touched since the Great War. Getting a rag out of his pack, he went through the menial task of cleaning the inside. This was his least favorite part of a repair. That done, he finally got to the good stuff. He took a look at the wiring, and found more short-circuits than he has seen in his life. He realized he would have to cut the wires and install new ones. As he reached for is tools and extra wires, he noticed everybody was still there. He stared nervously for a moment, before saying “this is going to take a while.” Almost everybody left at that point, except for the young boy and the leader. Having people watching did not help his nervousness, and he almost forgot to turn off the bot’s power. He worked diligently and meticulously, making sure everything fit just right. After who knows how long, he was finished. With a satisfied expression he turned on the Mr. Gusty. At first, it’ lights dimly lit, but then it roared to life. Zach was so excited that it worked, that he barely dodged the flames emitted from the started robot. “BZZT BZZT ERROR ERROR!!! DANGER! DANGER!!!” “Whoa, whoa, calm down! You’re fine now.” Zach said quickly. After a moment to find its surrounding, the Mr.Gusty realized it was safe and went into sleep mode. It was only at this that Zach realized that it was almost midnight, and he should go to sleep mode himself. He passed the leader and boy, both sleeping, and pondered waking them until finally deciding to go to bed.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
From what he was told, he was brought to his parent's doorstep as a baby. He grew up in the Hub, around all the bustle and travel. Seeing all of the travelers going in and out made him eager for adventure when he was a boy. As a young adult, he joined the NCR as soon as he could, hoping to be deployed all across the mid-west. Even though he was working with the mechanized division and did what he loves, all the NCR managed to do was send him to some barren outpost in the middle of nowhere. His time at the outpost was short, but it seemed to take a lifetime. He had contemplated leaving, but held off despite being bored. The vehicles at the outpost were almost never used. So, after he had repaired them all, he was sent to do menial guard work. The last straw was drawn when his division was sent to an independence town not too far from the outpost. The settlement offered little in the way of resistance, but his commander still insisted that they kick everybody off the land. “This is NCR territory now!” he would say. Then, a stubborn old man refused to leave. His commander ordered him to shoot. He couldn’t believe what he had heard, and his morals took place of his better judgment. As he raised the gun to the man’s head, he instead tossed him the gun and bolted. He ran and ran until he could run no more. He was away from home, away from hope, and all he did was travel. From that day he had dropped his last name. It didn’t really belong to him anyway, and it also leads anybody he met straight to his guardians.
He traveled with caravans until reaching the Mojave, hoping to explore the Wastes and make helpful allies along the way. His mechanic and technical expertise improved as he helped others in his travels, and soon he became one of the most trusted people in a small town he managed to settle in for a time. The locals entrusted him in fixing the pre-war turrets and defenses nearby. He had readily refused, saying that he was not skilled enough to repair the whole system. In the end, he finally agreed to give it a shot. Unfortunately, a small programming error caused a memory hole leading to the defenses running out of power right as the legion decided to attack. The town was ransacked, and many were carried off as slaves. He left in the morning, lonely and ashamed of the destruction he inadvertently caused. He put it behind him,only remembered it as a motivator, willing himself to do better in his continuing travels in the Mojave Wasteland. Zach had also heard of a Courier guy around, apparently he was a hero or something. Zach knew he wasn’t cut out for that kind of stuff, he was just the tech guy. But still, he wandered on, going where ever he was wanted.
DAMN THAT RP EXAMPLE IS ****IN LOOOOONG XDis the server down or something!?
Thanks!(I am assuming that was a complement) I felt that the RP example was easier to write than the backstory. I think it might be because it it set in a defined point in time, allowing me to focus my ideas into words more easily.
IGN: Attacker85 [Already Whitelisted, making new character for enclave. I've been told, if I wanted to join the army, make a new character]
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played mostly ALL major RPG games, i've played Fallout 3, Fallout NV, Oblivion, and much more
Why Us: Fallout of course, best game of all time + since im on this server its AMAZING
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-6 hours a day
IC
Name: Phillip Jackson
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Not too attractive, wears his jacket all the time, and ripped up jeans...
Fears: Bugs, Raiders, and Ghouls
Personality: Nice mostly and Mean when needed too
Occupation: Caravan Trader, but soon to join the Enclave army
Skills: Warfare, Agility, and Combat
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Phillip sees a wastelander walking by
[Phillip] How ya' doin' wastelander? I got some deals for you!
[Wastelander] Back off, not in the mood
[Joey] Well with these cheap prices going here, your frown would be upside down!
[Wastelander] I SAID BACK OFF! TALK TO ME ONE MORE TIME AND YOULL GET IT!
[Phillip] Well just....
*Wastelander pulls out blade, and stabs Phillip and runs.
[Phillip] Ugh... Ugh...
*While holding his wound, he falls down and collapses.
[Joey] Get him! Ciera pick Phillip up he needs help!
*Noises of gunshots and from a distance a guy falling down
[Ciera] Hes bleeding to fast, pass me a bandage and a stimpack!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
While being helped by my fellow traders, they bring me to my home.... Megaton. I've been living here for the past 10 years, with my family. My mom and little brother. My father died when I was 8, and was killed by some Raiders. My mom has been depressed since. I've been all these years happy as I could, but inside me, I feel sad, angry, depressed. My little brother wasn't born yet, he's actually my step brother. My mom had kids with my step father who left us. I think about moving over there by New Vegas. I heard over there was amazing and plus my cousin lives over there. I told my mother about joining the Enclave, because there is always news about them everywhere. My mother is thinking about it, but I have to go now. I left all my belongings to my brother and I left. I met up with some caravan traders that were headed to New Vegas. I only brought what was needed. I told them what I did and what I was going there for. I have experienced fighting and I was at shooting ranges most of the time. One time I was traveling and I fought a pack of Raiders. Damn were they scared. As I traveled there we stumbled upon some Ghouls. As I wonder why would Ghouls be traveling around in the road. I am truly terrified of them, I don't know why but since I was little I have heard stories of them. The ghouls were lost and just wanted food and water. They got there stuff for a few caps and left, thank god. After days and days of traveling, finally these traders left me be, because in the distance there it was.... New Vegas! The traders told me you need a passport or a bunch of caps. I had none... I just say I wanted to visit there but then I asked wheres Rimrock? I think thats what's called, but I need to apply for the Enclave army. They told me about a little over 64 miles away. One trader told me, to be careful. So I left to my journey. About 2 days later, I arrive...
ENCLAVE:
In-game-name: Attacker85
In-Character name: Phillip Jackson
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Warfare, Combat, and Agility
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave, i've heard stories about them, and i've had some family from my fathers side tell me about them. They seem loyal and like a good faction.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soilder: Pvt.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes, I am not a betrayer and will never ever be.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: I agree with all my heart.
ENCLAVE:
In-game-name: Attacker85
In-Character name: Phillip Jackson
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Warfare, Combat, and Agility
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave, i've heard stories about them, and i've had some family from my fathers side tell me about them. They seem loyal and like a good faction.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soilder: Pvt.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes, I am not a betrayer and will never ever be.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: I agree with all my heart.
You don't need to post this app here. You have to send it to the faction leader of the Enclave...
ENCLAVE:
In-game-name: Attacker85
In-Character name: Phillip Jackson
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Warfare, Combat, and Agility
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave, i've heard stories about them, and i've had some family from my fathers side tell me about them. They seem loyal and like a good faction.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soilder: Pvt.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes, I am not a betrayer and will never ever be.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: I agree with all my heart.
Sparta is the Faction leader, his full name is on the first page. I hope your accepted, we always enjoy having new members...and we are also lacking in our number of privates XD
It crashed a little bit ago. It should be back up soonish.
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"Either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." ~ Harvey Dent/Two Face, 'The Dark Knight'
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It crashed a little bit ago. It should be back up soonish.
yeah... last time I was on the server we were switching hosts... and 'a little bit' took up the better part of two hours. I literally got auto kicked from my computer's parental controls and it still wasnt up. :sleep.gif: but i'll take your word for it.
IGN: _Thign2_
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: runescape, fallout, fable(all), dragon qwest, and minecraft
Why Us: you have a realy good role-play server and the guns mod doesnt hurt
Time You Can Dedicate: Everyday atleast 4 hours each day
IC
Name: Artimes
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Appearance: A common everyday looking man with a few scars on his left arm. Cloths that look good but a few sizes to big. He also has a red birth mark above his right shoulder blade.
Fears: Fear of nether and ghosts
Personality: A person who can resolve conflicts without fighting.
Occupation: Lowyar
Skills: Picklocking, hotwireing,
Nickname (Optional): The magic man
RP Example (Add Dialogue): :"The spartans are relentless"commander Klener tells. "that is no exuse"admeral Deken yells."they may be srtong but they dont have the will power". "Find xavier" says admeral Deken "we dont need anylose ends, and kill the prisoner we have no use for him anymore." "we have what they need most!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Seperated at birth, young Artimes feel's a sense of urgency and yet he is calm. He see's his family drive away, his brother staring at him through the back window. He knew they would not return, but he would not will himself to belive it. Thirty years pass and he is now 37. He knows his brother is alive. He needs to find him. He needs to know why.
First I want to tell you...its spelled Quest, not Qwest
Second, your backstory has no Fallout Elements at atll, neither does your RP Example (though you dont need FO elements in it, it still kind of sucks). Also, your backstory inst long enough AT ALL...honestly, guys, read the labels it clearly states 1-2 LONG Paragraphs... This WILL be denied :dry.gif: (Im not a whitelister, just tryin to help out bud)
Im sorry, but I don't think you will get in unless the person who accepted you see's this...because anyone can say that their app was accepted but its gone....I dont want to be a bummer, though, so keep at it...if you dont get whitelisted in the next 2 days or so, just re-apply, it will save you and the whitelisters time :smile.gif:
I'll whitelist all of you complainers and grateful people soon enough today.
IGN:Terrawr_
Age:17
Role-Play Exp.:In minecraft, not so much. But in plenty of other games and such I've been a major contributor.
Why Us:I really enjoy fallout style games, though, thanks to crappy hardware I can't play it in the area I would like to. So why not try and create that experience on one of the most amazing games ever that I can actually play! :biggrin.gif:
Time I can dedicate: Whenever school isn't in the way really! So most of the week.
IC
Name: Louis McKenzie
Gender:M
Age:27
RP Example:Pushing the final seed into weak soil and praying that the water I'm using will nourish it's growth. If it does, hopefully it won't get raided by petty thieves like last month. ****, I'd accept anything if they really needed it that bad , even if they just stayed and watched over it to make sure it doesn't get trampled on.
Backstory: Being pushed into criminal life early on in his teens , - acted as a scout for local insurgents and learnt to live off what was available , using what little he could find to make a living. After they were wiped out - decided to pick up a career of agriculture, Trying to support all those affected... at least those that'll value his effort.
Or is this a nice new whirlpool build by the Enclave?
It's called reposting.
Sorry, but you're not going to be missed. If you could read I was going to check through applications and whitelist people, but obviously since it's SUCH a pain to read, goodbye.
It's not that much trouble, and yes it is :wink.gif:
Accepted. You did a fantastic job on the story and it was a good read. I'll whitelist you ASAP.
Forever denied. Someone too ignorant to use the full application doesn't deserve to be here.
Denied. No details, bad grammar on the RP Example. Assuming no cars were able to run because oil prices were so high back then before the war and that all fossil fuels are pretty much obliterated. One last chance to fix it up.
Denied. Backstory is too short and while I like the RP Example's detail, I asked for dialogue in it as well. One last chance.
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: D&D, Fallout 3 + New Vegas, Dungeons and Dragons: Online, a couple of forum RPs
Why Us: this server seems interesting and original. It combines two of my favorite games and gives me a chance to RP on a regular basis
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-3 hours on weekdays, 2+ hours straight on weekends. Random time I can find to play
IC
Name: Zacharias
Gender: Male
Age: early-mid 20s
Appearance: tall, slightly overweight. Metal armor that is given constant upgrades. He has short black hair and dark green eyes,
Fears: doing something wrong, people finding something wrong with him
Personality: fun-loving and adventurous, slight reserved. Serious when needing to be. Enjoys helping others and feeling needed. Always making sure he is doing things correctly.
Occupation: former NCR engineer
Skills: Mechanics, electronics, rifles (energy weapons too, but those aren’t in this server)
Nickname (Optional): Zach
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Zach had been traveling for a while with this caravan. They had been relentlessly ambushed by the legion, and their old Mr. Gusty has finally given out. The people of the caravan have convened to decide what to do. “We’re doomed” a younger fellow said, causing some murmurs in the crowd. An older man stepped up, and Zach knew him to be the leader of the caravan. “Aw, quit yer yappin’!” he said angrily. “We’ll be just fine withou’ ‘im.” Zach was unsure of what to do, but eventually took a stand. “Hey!” he said, with confidence that sounded fake even to him. “I think I could fix him.” There was even more murmuring in the crowd, and then the leader said “Why should we trust you?” Zach was unprepared for the question, and a long pause followed as he contemplated how to respond. Before he could, however, another person in the crowd stepped forward. It was a young child, and behind him was a man that looked near the end of his life. “He fixed my grandpappy’s Pip-Boy, show em’ pappy!” Zach had indeed fixed the old man’s Pip-Boy earlier in the journey. It was the first time he had his hands on anything of Vault-Tec origin, and it took him time to find out how it worked. While he worked on it, the boy had always asked him about what he was doing, and paid attention diligently. The crowd was surprised to see that the Pip-Boy was shining brilliantly, as it had been dim and unresponsive before Zach’s fix. “Ok ,fine!” the leader said with a grunt of dissatisfaction “but if this thing blows up someone else is paying for my stimpack”. Zach felt good knowing that he had succeeded, but suddenly had a problem “uhh….guys….I kinda need room.” The crowd willingly backed away as Zach got cracking on the robot.
As Zach opened the repair hatch on the Mr.Gusty, he realized he had quite a job on his hands.The wiring looked like it hadn’t been touched since the Great War. Getting a rag out of his pack, he went through the menial task of cleaning the inside. This was his least favorite part of a repair. That done, he finally got to the good stuff. He took a look at the wiring, and found more short-circuits than he has seen in his life. He realized he would have to cut the wires and install new ones. As he reached for is tools and extra wires, he noticed everybody was still there. He stared nervously for a moment, before saying “this is going to take a while.” Almost everybody left at that point, except for the young boy and the leader. Having people watching did not help his nervousness, and he almost forgot to turn off the bot’s power. He worked diligently and meticulously, making sure everything fit just right. After who knows how long, he was finished. With a satisfied expression he turned on the Mr. Gusty. At first, it’ lights dimly lit, but then it roared to life. Zach was so excited that it worked, that he barely dodged the flames emitted from the started robot. “BZZT BZZT ERROR ERROR!!! DANGER! DANGER!!!” “Whoa, whoa, calm down! You’re fine now.” Zach said quickly. After a moment to find its surrounding, the Mr.Gusty realized it was safe and went into sleep mode. It was only at this that Zach realized that it was almost midnight, and he should go to sleep mode himself. He passed the leader and boy, both sleeping, and pondered waking them until finally deciding to go to bed.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
From what he was told, he was brought to his parent's doorstep as a baby. He grew up in the Hub, around all the bustle and travel. Seeing all of the travelers going in and out made him eager for adventure when he was a boy. As a young adult, he joined the NCR as soon as he could, hoping to be deployed all across the mid-west. Even though he was working with the mechanized division and did what he loves, all the NCR managed to do was send him to some barren outpost in the middle of nowhere. His time at the outpost was short, but it seemed to take a lifetime. He had contemplated leaving, but held off despite being bored. The vehicles at the outpost were almost never used. So, after he had repaired them all, he was sent to do menial guard work. The last straw was drawn when his division was sent to an independence town not too far from the outpost. The settlement offered little in the way of resistance, but his commander still insisted that they kick everybody off the land. “This is NCR territory now!” he would say. Then, a stubborn old man refused to leave. His commander ordered him to shoot. He couldn’t believe what he had heard, and his morals took place of his better judgment. As he raised the gun to the man’s head, he instead tossed him the gun and bolted. He ran and ran until he could run no more. He was away from home, away from hope, and all he did was travel. From that day he had dropped his last name. It didn’t really belong to him anyway, and it also leads anybody he met straight to his guardians.
He traveled with caravans until reaching the Mojave, hoping to explore the Wastes and make helpful allies along the way. His mechanic and technical expertise improved as he helped others in his travels, and soon he became one of the most trusted people in a small town he managed to settle in for a time. The locals entrusted him in fixing the pre-war turrets and defenses nearby. He had readily refused, saying that he was not skilled enough to repair the whole system. In the end, he finally agreed to give it a shot. Unfortunately, a small programming error caused a memory hole leading to the defenses running out of power right as the legion decided to attack. The town was ransacked, and many were carried off as slaves. He left in the morning, lonely and ashamed of the destruction he inadvertently caused. He put it behind him,only remembered it as a motivator, willing himself to do better in his continuing travels in the Mojave Wasteland. Zach had also heard of a Courier guy around, apparently he was a hero or something. Zach knew he wasn’t cut out for that kind of stuff, he was just the tech guy. But still, he wandered on, going where ever he was wanted.
DAMN THAT RP EXAMPLE IS ****IN LOOOOONG XDis the server down or something!?
Thanks!(I am assuming that was a complement) I felt that the RP example was easier to write than the backstory. I think it might be because it it set in a defined point in time, allowing me to focus my ideas into words more easily.
IGN: Attacker85 [Already Whitelisted, making new character for enclave. I've been told, if I wanted to join the army, make a new character]
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played mostly ALL major RPG games, i've played Fallout 3, Fallout NV, Oblivion, and much more
Why Us: Fallout of course, best game of all time + since im on this server its AMAZING
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-6 hours a day
IC
Name: Phillip Jackson
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Not too attractive, wears his jacket all the time, and ripped up jeans...
Fears: Bugs, Raiders, and Ghouls
Personality: Nice mostly and Mean when needed too
Occupation: Caravan Trader, but soon to join the Enclave army
Skills: Warfare, Agility, and Combat
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Phillip sees a wastelander walking by
[Phillip] How ya' doin' wastelander? I got some deals for you!
[Wastelander] Back off, not in the mood
[Joey] Well with these cheap prices going here, your frown would be upside down!
[Wastelander] I SAID BACK OFF! TALK TO ME ONE MORE TIME AND YOULL GET IT!
[Phillip] Well just....
*Wastelander pulls out blade, and stabs Phillip and runs.
[Phillip] Ugh... Ugh...
*While holding his wound, he falls down and collapses.
[Joey] Get him! Ciera pick Phillip up he needs help!
*Noises of gunshots and from a distance a guy falling down
[Ciera] Hes bleeding to fast, pass me a bandage and a stimpack!
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
While being helped by my fellow traders, they bring me to my home.... Megaton. I've been living here for the past 10 years, with my family. My mom and little brother. My father died when I was 8, and was killed by some Raiders. My mom has been depressed since. I've been all these years happy as I could, but inside me, I feel sad, angry, depressed. My little brother wasn't born yet, he's actually my step brother. My mom had kids with my step father who left us. I think about moving over there by New Vegas. I heard over there was amazing and plus my cousin lives over there. I told my mother about joining the Enclave, because there is always news about them everywhere. My mother is thinking about it, but I have to go now. I left all my belongings to my brother and I left. I met up with some caravan traders that were headed to New Vegas. I only brought what was needed. I told them what I did and what I was going there for. I have experienced fighting and I was at shooting ranges most of the time. One time I was traveling and I fought a pack of Raiders. Damn were they scared. As I traveled there we stumbled upon some Ghouls. As I wonder why would Ghouls be traveling around in the road. I am truly terrified of them, I don't know why but since I was little I have heard stories of them. The ghouls were lost and just wanted food and water. They got there stuff for a few caps and left, thank god. After days and days of traveling, finally these traders left me be, because in the distance there it was.... New Vegas! The traders told me you need a passport or a bunch of caps. I had none... I just say I wanted to visit there but then I asked wheres Rimrock? I think thats what's called, but I need to apply for the Enclave army. They told me about a little over 64 miles away. One trader told me, to be careful. So I left to my journey. About 2 days later, I arrive...
ENCLAVE:
In-game-name: Attacker85
In-Character name: Phillip Jackson
In-game-character-age: 24
Special talents?: Warfare, Combat, and Agility
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave, i've heard stories about them, and i've had some family from my fathers side tell me about them. They seem loyal and like a good faction.
What Branch do you want to be in?: Soilder: Pvt.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Yes, I am not a betrayer and will never ever be.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?: I agree with all my heart.
You don't need to post this app here. You have to send it to the faction leader of the Enclave...
Sparta is the Faction leader, his full name is on the first page. I hope your accepted, we always enjoy having new members...and we are also lacking in our number of privates XD
Check out my guide on how to apply for a server!
yeah... last time I was on the server we were switching hosts... and 'a little bit' took up the better part of two hours. I literally got auto kicked from my computer's parental controls and it still wasnt up. :sleep.gif: but i'll take your word for it.