FINALLY got the .lang file to work! If anyone's interested in helping me get official names for all the items or downloading it yourself (it changes the names of items when scrolled over to reflect the texture pack) PM me a msg here.
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.
reposting my app, it was at the end of a page so i feel like it was missed
IGN: firexxattxx
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I have ropleplayed in GMOD before. I only roleplayed once in a friend's MC server. This will be the first time I will roleplay in a "public server"
Why Us: Fallout has a great storyline. I played fallout 3 a bit, and fallout new vegas. I learned alot about Fallout on their wiki, so I'm excited to roleplay with people in minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours I can play on my PC.
IC
Name: Alex Parker
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: He is about 5"11, a bit buff, shaved clean, and black hair.
Fears: Bugs, spiders, and mothership zeta rumors/stories
Personality: Alex is a typical brave soldier. he has a great sense of humor, when he gets bored he likes to make jokes with anyone around him. But in combat he gets serious.
Occupation: Soldier, Former Farmer
Skills: Rifles and Small Arms
Nickname (Optional): Team Player
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Alex: How the hell in the world did you get a power armor?!
Greg: Hehe, my cousin who works for Enclave raided top secret BoS Military base and stole its power armor and gift me it for my birthday. Anyways, hows your uncle? Is he doing okay?
Alex: He's doing okay, he's probably just going to lay down in bed because he's quite tired from all those work in the farm. Later on I'm going to Frank's Target Practice and pick up a .44 magnum to try it out.
Alex: I want to try out that power armor you got, I wanna see how sexy I will look eh?
**Puts on Power Armor**
Alex: How does it look on me? Make me look fat?
Greg: Nope, you look fine.
Alex: Hehe, thanks, I thought you were going to say yes. That means I don't have to lose any weight.
Greg: Enough with the jokes man. Take it off, I don't want you to scratch my beautiful suit.
**Takes off Power Armor**
Alex: I gotta get back to the farm. I need to check on those corns. Yesterday it looks like it grew 4 inches.
Greg: That's what she said.
Alex: Oh shut up.. I'll make more money than you will ever make.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Alex Parker was raised by his parents in Megaton. He was the oldest brother in the family, living with his mom, dad, and younger brother. His dad was a great friend to the mayor of Megaton, Lucas Simms. His dad took many quests from him and finally had enough money to leave Megaton and apply a job. After Alex's dad left for 4 years, he finally came back as a Vault-Tec Engineer. He was accepted into Vault 101 and moved his family in. When Alex was 16, he worked in Vault 101 as a Radroach killer. He was also trained to use rifles and small arms by Kyle Moorson, a former Enclave Soldier and Trainer. When his dad died from kidney cancer, his family was kicked out of Vault 101 because his dad was no longer in service, and moved with his uncle. His uncle was a wealthy farmer, and teached Alex and his younger brother, Robbie, how to farm. He had plenty of food, and was very healthy. Alex usually goes to Frank's Target Practice to remember the techniques he learned from Kyle. Alex's best friend, Greg, was offered to go to Enclave's Recruitment Center as an Enclave Soldier, and asked Alex and Robbie to become one. They accepted, and went off. They were recruited into Enclave's "Soldiers of the Future" department to trained. When Alex woke up, Greg was gone. He couldn't be found anywhere. He then left the facility to find Greg. Few weeks later, Alex found Greg's dead body at an abandoned town. When he realizes the truth, he went back to the Enclave Department for further training.
IGN: Dj_Doggy
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: I've played fallout 2, 3, and new vegas. as well as Morrowind and Oblivion. also about 3 RP minecraft servers
Why Us:I LOVE minecraft and I LOVE fallout, what else is there to say
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 3 hours a day, weekends up to 6 hours
IC
Name: Roman
Gender: M
Age: 19
Appearance: Relatively tall, black hair.
Fears: Loss of a family member or close relative.
Personality: Serious, bitter, not a "happy" person
Occupation: no occupation
Skills: Close combat expert
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I looked into his eyes, I could tell he's been through hell, I got goosebumps as he looked up at me and said "You have no idea".
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My name is Roman, I remember a time, not too long ago, where I was a happy kid, smiling and playing with my friends. I lived just north of Nevada in a small town called Reno. Everyone loved to be around me, My parents always told me that I'll grow up to be a fine man, that was before, this world went to hell. Last thing I remember was the sound of my father screaming, and the bright light that had hit me. After that incident I woke up in a bright room, being examined by people I had never seen in my life, I was shocked when they told me that I survived a nuclear disaster. And from that day, I had made it my mission to find my mother, which I'm sure was somewhere, out there...
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.
Server crashed, be patient.
um... encoviets? did those people actually listen to my logic and banned together soviets and enclave?
Oh ok....
Nope. Chuck Testa.
:biggrin.gif:
reposting my app, it was at the end of a page so i feel like it was missed
IGN: firexxattxx
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I have ropleplayed in GMOD before. I only roleplayed once in a friend's MC server. This will be the first time I will roleplay in a "public server"
Why Us: Fallout has a great storyline. I played fallout 3 a bit, and fallout new vegas. I learned alot about Fallout on their wiki, so I'm excited to roleplay with people in minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours I can play on my PC.
IC
Name: Alex Parker
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance: He is about 5"11, a bit buff, shaved clean, and black hair.
Fears: Bugs, spiders, and mothership zeta rumors/stories
Personality: Alex is a typical brave soldier. he has a great sense of humor, when he gets bored he likes to make jokes with anyone around him. But in combat he gets serious.
Occupation: Soldier, Former Farmer
Skills: Rifles and Small Arms
Nickname (Optional): Team Player
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Alex: How the hell in the world did you get a power armor?!
Greg: Hehe, my cousin who works for Enclave raided top secret BoS Military base and stole its power armor and gift me it for my birthday. Anyways, hows your uncle? Is he doing okay?
Alex: He's doing okay, he's probably just going to lay down in bed because he's quite tired from all those work in the farm. Later on I'm going to Frank's Target Practice and pick up a .44 magnum to try it out.
Alex: I want to try out that power armor you got, I wanna see how sexy I will look eh?
**Puts on Power Armor**
Alex: How does it look on me? Make me look fat?
Greg: Nope, you look fine.
Alex: Hehe, thanks, I thought you were going to say yes. That means I don't have to lose any weight.
Greg: Enough with the jokes man. Take it off, I don't want you to scratch my beautiful suit.
**Takes off Power Armor**
Alex: I gotta get back to the farm. I need to check on those corns. Yesterday it looks like it grew 4 inches.
Greg: That's what she said.
Alex: Oh shut up.. I'll make more money than you will ever make.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Alex Parker was raised by his parents in Megaton. He was the oldest brother in the family, living with his mom, dad, and younger brother. His dad was a great friend to the mayor of Megaton, Lucas Simms. His dad took many quests from him and finally had enough money to leave Megaton and apply a job. After Alex's dad left for 4 years, he finally came back as a Vault-Tec Engineer. He was accepted into Vault 101 and moved his family in. When Alex was 16, he worked in Vault 101 as a Radroach killer. He was also trained to use rifles and small arms by Kyle Moorson, a former Enclave Soldier and Trainer. When his dad died from kidney cancer, his family was kicked out of Vault 101 because his dad was no longer in service, and moved with his uncle. His uncle was a wealthy farmer, and teached Alex and his younger brother, Robbie, how to farm. He had plenty of food, and was very healthy. Alex usually goes to Frank's Target Practice to remember the techniques he learned from Kyle. Alex's best friend, Greg, was offered to go to Enclave's Recruitment Center as an Enclave Soldier, and asked Alex and Robbie to become one. They accepted, and went off. They were recruited into Enclave's "Soldiers of the Future" department to trained. When Alex woke up, Greg was gone. He couldn't be found anywhere. He then left the facility to find Greg. Few weeks later, Alex found Greg's dead body at an abandoned town. When he realizes the truth, he went back to the Enclave Department for further training.
I applaud thee, good sir, I applaud thee.
I think this man speaks for us all!
that answer was not satisfactory and up to what our question meant!
IGN: Dj_Doggy
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: I've played fallout 2, 3, and new vegas. as well as Morrowind and Oblivion. also about 3 RP minecraft servers
Why Us:I LOVE minecraft and I LOVE fallout, what else is there to say
Time You Can Dedicate: Atleast 3 hours a day, weekends up to 6 hours
IC
Name: Roman
Gender: M
Age: 19
Appearance: Relatively tall, black hair.
Fears: Loss of a family member or close relative.
Personality: Serious, bitter, not a "happy" person
Occupation: no occupation
Skills: Close combat expert
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I looked into his eyes, I could tell he's been through hell, I got goosebumps as he looked up at me and said "You have no idea".
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My name is Roman, I remember a time, not too long ago, where I was a happy kid, smiling and playing with my friends. I lived just north of Nevada in a small town called Reno. Everyone loved to be around me, My parents always told me that I'll grow up to be a fine man, that was before, this world went to hell. Last thing I remember was the sound of my father screaming, and the bright light that had hit me. After that incident I woke up in a bright room, being examined by people I had never seen in my life, I was shocked when they told me that I survived a nuclear disaster. And from that day, I had made it my mission to find my mother, which I'm sure was somewhere, out there...
Take note peons: Read Zeus's app..now.. this is the kind of material you all should be posting. It makes us want to read them.
fireXxAttxX: Denied: You backstory kind of putters out. Put a proper conclusion in to it.
WHOLY CRAP THAT'S LONG!
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