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Thanks... wow... I can't believe that happened.
Sry everyone... xD
Age: 15 almost 16)
Role-Play Exp.: not much to tell the truth, but if it counts done plnty of garrys mod rping...
Why Us: im a huge fallout player & i love MC so two of my favorite things.
Time You Can Dedicate: about 1-2 hrs a day (high school gotta love it)
IC
Name: Tinny
Gender: M
Age: 52
RP Example: As a super mutant, i try my best to get by, like its hard enough with people shooting at me every time i get in a 20 ft. Radius. i mean come on i just want to know where i
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): i don't remember much from when i was human. i remember growing up in a vault. My family being killed by the mutants. what i do remember is working for him, the Master. he wanted everyone to be equal and have a one race society, but as following my previous self i did not follow the master. so i left California looking for a new hope. my hope was Nevada, home to New Vegas. every night i look out to the lights and wish," boy one day im'ma go there". People always ask how i got my name. i tell them its just ironic. and they get suprized by my vocabulary.O did i tell you i have a soft spot for SunSet Sasparilla? so in the wastes i travel looking for work, fortune, and SunSet waiting until i find my Hope...
Okay good app you have been whitelisted and can join the server anytime
Fail troll is fail.
He is admin so i think he is aloud to accept people...
IGN: Sandro911
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: 15
Why Us: I've been searching for a good RP server that also involves PvP, this one was recommended to me by a friend and it seems to be really good.
Time You Can Dedicate: I can easily dedicate over 5 Hours a day.
IC
Name: Graves
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance:
Fears: Cockroaches
Personality: Kind, but fearful.
Occupation: Bounty Hunter
Skills: Skilled with a Double Barrel, and tracking.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
(Group of men Talking, Including Graves): "I just can't wait till I get home to my family", "Yeah I have a wife and a daughter waiting for me"
(Sound): *A small sound arose, getting louder by the second*
(Graves): "Everyone out of the car!"
(Graves): *Jumps out of the vehicle swiftly, and grabs his M16A4 from his back strap*
(Graves): *Hides behind a barracked and aims his gun at the cloud of smoke*
(Radio): *Bravo six, this is Alpha nine; we spotted some hostiles to the north of your position*
(Graves): *Quickly reacts and takes out to Hostiles, with a grin on his face he prays " Let death come quick to those who appose me, amen!"
(Hostile): *Grabs a Grenade, removes the clip*
(Graves): *Quickly notices the Grenade*
(Graves): *Takes a deep breath*
(Graves): Takes a shot and amazingly hits the Grenade, making it explode!
Using the Grenades explosion as a diversion he was able to escape.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Malcolm Graves was born in the back of a Bilgewater tavern and left there with a bottle of spiked milk. He survived a childhood in the pirate-run slums using every dirty trick in the book. Intent on building a new life for himself, he stowed away on the first ship to the mainland he could sneak aboard. However, the grim realities of the world forced him to eke out an unsavory living in the underground of various city-states, jumping the border whenever things got too hot.
Many years passed, Atomic technology arose along with many other inventions; this made it very clear that the United States was heading into a Nuclear Holocaust. Graves was headed south of the United States when he was suddenly mugged and knocked out cold, when he awoke everything was lifeless leaving him with a plain field of no more than desert. Many questions rose up but the main one was "How did I survive?", he set out on a journey to find out what was happening. He found a broken down shelter (Looked like a Hospital used as a Refuge), after several minutes of searching around he found a Makarov; knowing it will come in handy he kept it. This is the beginning of a new chapter for Graves!
IGN:Mr_ExCiTe
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:Oblivian ,Fallout (Runescape when i was 9), I'm also getting Skyrim :biggrin.gif: im Excited~!
Why Us:i havee been looking for a good RP server.
Time You Can Dedicate:Hmm alote of the weekend. and some of the weekdays
IC
Name:Nicholas Pizana
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:Tall and skinny, with broad shoulders. Nice black short hair.
Fears:The unknown
Personality: Funny, Nice, Feared.
Occupation:N/A
Skills:Mining, Fighting
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Nic:Hey Sebastian how are you? Sebastian: Great Nic, How are you doing. Nic: Just doing my daily shift as a guardsman walking the walls to check for intruders. Sebastian: Hmm you need help? Nic: Sure follow my lead.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Nicholas Pizana woke up in a time capsule, looking around he finds a switch to open the door of the capsule. Getting out he looks around to find the surrounding homes and trees afire. He turns his head to the right and see's a house perfectly fine.He walks up to the door and was about to knock.. but he realized he may be the only one last alive..
He turns around and he see's a faint shadow and then it went black.
IGN: slimebullet
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas a few MC RP servers.
Why Us: You guys looked like the best Fallout server out there, from what i have read looks like a fun time.
Time You Can Dedicate:4-6 hours daily maybe less somedays.
IC
Name:Isaiah Brown
Gender:Male
Age:23
Appearance:Lightly tanned with a small stubble and toned muscles.
Fears:Deathclaws
Personality:Likes to travel with friends nice most of the time but don't cross him.
Occupation:Nomad and Merc.
Skills:Marksmanship and stealth.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): A nomad and a merc handy with a gun he knows he has a calling but what?
Isaiah: I heard there are some crazy men with power armor and lasers.
John: Oh, the Brotherhood I heard not to mess with them.
Isaiah: No not the Brotherhood these old men and women something like the Enclave?
John: Never heard of them but i did find this.
"Holds up a rusty gatling laser with a large E and stars around it"
Isaiah: See the E Enclave man i would love to be one of them.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Grew up in the arizona desert with his dad and sister. The rough gangs and deathclaws were a constant threat, so he learned to shoot he started with cans and bottles. But soon he could shoot a radroach from 100 yards away with a 10.mm. his dad even said one time that if the great stripes still flew like they did years ago he could be a fine soldier. He was able to live a fine life in waste terms, they always had food and gangs almost never bothered them. then one life changing night his sister comes running to him with blood dripping from cuts and bruises and his fathers blood on her shirt crying. His dad had been killed by a when he was out going to the town to buy some brahmin meat. by a death claw that ambushed him. completely mortified his sister ran away. all alone, He wandered till he found the NCR getting a job as a sniper.
His skills as a shooter and a spotter landed him the position of a sergeant. On a mission he lost half of his squad on a simple "put down" his superiors called it all they had to do was quiet some radicals spreading lies about the NCR well it wasn't a easy job it was a legion squad his captain said they were unarmed and had no affiliation and a sniper squad could easily pick off some little legion but he was wrong on his way there right as they got where the radicals were last seen. A bullet hit his corporal right above the heart. but that wasn't the worst of his problems because then what seemed like thousands of dogs attacked him and his squad almost like they were waiting for him. what was left of his squad was taken as prisoners but during the attack he was knocked unconscious by a woman who right before he was hit with her pipe she said I'm sorry brother. so the legion thought he had died. The mission had caused him to leave the NCR never to come back, doomed to wander the wastes forever, or at least he thought.
I have tried to fix the errors that i made before. please read over my new application
Thank you, slimebullet.
IGN: Zamorak789
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I currently own a small roleplay server called "The End's Capitol" however I do not run it more than 4 hours a day, and there for like to have a side server to play on.
Why Us: I love fallout, to be honest I havent beaten any of them, but ive played fallout 3 all the way til you get into the BoS base and look for vault 7. and I played a bit of new vegas (im sure ill be able to explain this in a more relavent place in this application.) I tried to start my own fallout server without success, so figured playing in one is second best right?
Time You Can Dedicate: Oh id say...about..hm, 1-4 hours a day on weekdays, 1-X hours on weekends.
IC
Name: Unasaki, Nero
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: His face is scarred, he normaly wears a simple brown coat and black pants. His expression is normaly bland or of anger. With sertain people he trusts he may smile.
Fears: Whips, Slavers, the Enclave, and Ghouls.
Personality: Arrogant, mature, and mean to people he does not know/like.
Occupation: Explorer, and on the occasion he has enough to sell, being a trader/merchant.
Skills: Fair with a gun, better with scoped weapons. Good at bartering, and is a team player.
Nickname (Optional): "Jackie"
RP Example (Add Dialogue): There are two men sitting in a bar, both with their hands on their pistols glaring at one another. The manager is denying them any more to drink, as they have already drank twenty glasses of nuka-cola. The air is cold, suggesting its winter. People are wearing jackets, and some anti-radiation suits. "So, Jackie, im tired of this. Watcha say we kill everyone here and drink til we drop?" says a man in a red coat, clearly showing a .44 magnum to his partner, Jackie. "Heh, lets not. Lets just threaten him a bit and see if we get our cola." Jackie pulls out a scoped pistol (It looks weird..) and points it at the bar tenders neck. "Give us more, or I make your blood and guts part of the wall behind you, got it?" The bartender reachs for a gun, and as a natural reaction jackie fires, the mans blood soaking into the wall behind him. As if a nuke went off, everyone starts running and screaming. Except for the nearby guards with fully automatic assault rifles. "You just made a grave mistake, kill em'!" The nearby guard says, they all start firing. The friend of jackies whos name is still unknown draws his magnum and starts firing while jackie gets behind the bar and draws his sniper rifle, picking off one man at a time. Eventualy the guards all die. "So, zack, shall we drink til we drop? Or atleast until the NCR get here to blast our brains out?" says jackie. "Hell ya man!"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Jackies ancestors were wealthy chinese merchants, a very reputable family. When the great war started, a son of the Unaski family got his girlfriend and headed to a vault (they had moved to america 2 months before the great war.) There they had children and continued the Unasaki family, passing down tales of their former life in china, were they never had to worry about anything. Nero (Jackie) was born in a vault, but didnt remain there long. He soon left with the others to seek a new life. During his travels he was sacred half to death by a ghoul, and several of them took him into a irradiated house were he was torcherd. When he got out, he was so irradiated he was glowing. He went to new vegas, were he found a doctor who was actualy able to cure radiation poisoning like that, but in doing so most of his body was left ravaged, he now has severe pains and mental failures near irradiated sites. He also had a run in with the Enclave, who believed he had information about local BoS bases and the citadel. Unfortunitly he didnt and they beat him and injected him trying to find out information, they let him out. He did learn one thing however: The BoS were the good guys, not the Enclave or NCR. Ever since he has dedicated his life to trying to get into the BoS ranks, to help the brotherhood expand and become powerfull.
Elder Stone: Well so you want to join the BoS eh? Answer these questions and we will see if you are brotherhood material!
Yes Sir.IC Brad2274
Name (Full): Ned Kelly
Rank you want if wanted?: Scout or soldier
Special Talents? (i.e. fighting, farming, scientist): scouting, making outposts, sharp-shooting.
Will you be dedicated?: Yes, Untill death and/or Huge, major, EXTREME, defeat where the base is unsaleable.
Why do you want to join the BoS?: Because they fight for freedom. also the NCR kicked me out for no reason, and the enclave is over-crowded.
Will you be loyal and respectful to your fellow soldiers?:
IGN:Krazedude
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:
Why Us: I've been looking for a RP server for a awhile and found you, I love to play minecraft and I'm also a huge fan of the fallout series; both of them together is astonishing.
Time You Can Dedicate: Monday-Friday 5:30 PM-9:00 PM, weekends 11:00 AM-5:00 PM
IC
Name: Roxas
Gender: Male
Age:19
Appearance: Tall black haired teen.
Fears: That Everyone he knows and loves will die because of his past.
Personality: serious,hot headed guy
RP Example (Add Dialogue):*Looting an old abandoned house*
Roxas: I think I found lunch.
Drake: What is it?
Roxas: Its a lunch box with a timer on it.
Drake: Timer?
Roxas: this damn thing won't come off....ah oh
*tic tok tic tok*
Drake:SH*T!
*BOOM!*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Roxas is a serious kind of person. He escaped from vault 84 and has been wondering the wasteland of Texas. Now hes searching for savanna,a girl who grow up with him in the vault and were very close friends. They got separated when everyone in the vault went insane.Some were normal and manged to escape. Roxas main mission is to find savanna.
IGN: LeoSnow900
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp: I have been on a few Fallout type RP servers before and fell in love with the idea, I was a Mod on a RPG server of my friends, I would manage about 10 other people in my small faction.
Why Us: Cause I have been searching for a Fallout RP type server, and I really wanted to get back into a server of this type. I love it. :biggrin.gif:
Time You Can Dedicate: For now I would say about 4 or more days of the week. I have school and what not.
IC
Name: Leo Snow
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: A tough young fighter, either in a casual hooded suit, or my fighting suit, with respirator.
Fears: Losing my fathers gun. Its all I have left of him. Losing it is like losing half of my being.
Personality: Tough when needed, sneaky, and kind with comrades and fellow officers.
Occupation: I am part of the Brotherhood after they took me in after I had been attacked by a mutated human that tried to kill me in an abandoned building. My father was shortly found and brought to the compound where we both live among the Brothers.
Skills: Fighting, repairing, and stealth
Nickname (Optional): Zephyr
RP Example (Add Dialogue): When I was looking through the old abandoned buildings and stores I came across something terrifying. A mutated human being that was devouring another right in front of me. Like a twitch, I quickly turned a 180 and slid against the wall. Muttering to myself, "What to do, what to do." I was searching around for something to distract the thing. This was before I had my fathers rifle, and I only had a small pistol that was my first gun. I had a few shots left, but I knew that it wasn't enough for this. I heard footsteps and the sound of dripping, splattering blood getting closer to where I was. My heart started to race as I knew what was coming for me...
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I was born in a suburb of DC, growing up I had nothing but my father and the four small walls around me. We were the last few 'families' left in the suburb. The rest of the people had gone into the ever so famous vaults. That was when I was 6. When I turned 15, my father gave me a small pistol that he had found in the wastes on his way back home. I looked on in amazement. It was in surprisingly good condition for how old my father said it was. It was an old 10mm. It was only 5 in the afternoon and we had a lot of time left to go shoot. So he took me outside and I started practicing.
When My father was out looking scrounging around the abandoned buildings that resided a good two klicks away I got an idea. He had always told me to stay inside and never open the door unless the red torch next to it lit up. It was a fail safe that kept me and my father safe from enemies. But I decided to go out and look through the many floors of the abandoned buildings that were the closest to our house. I left at 2 in the after noon. Knowing that my dad wouldn't get back until 5 or even later. It gave me enough time to explore, and hopefully find supplies. When I got to the first building, I readied my pistol and slowly crept through the ajar door. When I was inside I started to look through the shelves and dowers that I knew must have something hidden inside of them. At first I found a few med kits and some water bottles. Later I had stumbled upon something horrifying. A mutated human being that was devouring another right in front of me. Like a twitch, I quickly turned a 180 and slid against the wall. I sat there not knowing what to do. Suddenly, I heard footsteps and the sound of dripping, splattering blood getting closer to where I was. My heart started to race as I knew what was coming to the very spot where I was. I slowly turned my head in time to see the mutant creep up to where I was. At the last second I sprang up with my pistol in my hand and fired. I think it was a lucky shot because it hit dead center of the chest. Knocking it down. I started to run. Down the hall. I heard it get up. It run. Turning my head I saw it about 20 feet away running towards me. I snapped my head back around, nearly missing the corner. I turned the corner and somehow caught my foot on a loose stone, which sent me speeding towards the ground, knocking me out. I was only out for a few seconds because at that moment, the mutant was looking straight into my face, about to bite into my flesh. I was to weak to do anything. A flash and a loud bang came from my right. Something had hit the being, sending it flying to my left. A few more bangs and flashes occurred, it was dead. My head rolled to my right, trying to see what, or who, had saved me. I was out.
When I woke up I was in a bed with medical equipment hooked up to me. I had never seen or heard the sounds of the machines, I have only heard stories from my father of when they were in abundance and available to everyone when needed. I looked around slowly taking in everything that was in the room. A man in a grey metal suit walked in. Removing his helmet he said, "Where are you from?" "I'm from the small southern suburb." "Ah, ok, well you're safe now. Do you feel any better? You took a hard knock on the head." "Yea, I'm alright. Just a little sore. May I ask... Where am I?" He looked at me and I knew where I was. From all of the stories I heard from my father, I knew. I was in the presence of the mighty Brotherhood of Steel. He then informed me that my father had been found and was waiting outside the room to see me. I offered my service in repay for everything they had done for me. Staring back at me he said, "No. You don't have to. We are the free and proud Brotherhood. And we would be honored to take you in."
And that. That was all 19 years ago...
The Brotherhood is working on organization.
The current hierarchy of those who are whitelisted and active is as follows:
Elder: Drago Stone(Drne12)
Sentinel: Roland Black (Wittyusername816)
Head Paladin: X (RSEW)
Head Knight:
Head Scribe:
Paladins: Nikolas(Knox13)
Knights: Voss
Initiates: Cormag Garfon(cormag778)
Ned Kelly(brad2274)
If you have any questions, fell free to contact Elder Stone or myself via Minecraft Forums PM.
~Sentinel Roland Black~
Brotherhood of Steel
Tech First, Then you
Mojave Wastelands
Check out my guide on how to apply for a server!
Hope im whitelisted, when I am ill try as hard as I can to become a BoS knight.
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: Preety good. Like a lot of RPG's.
Why Us: Alwyas wanted to play a good fallout server on minecraft.
Time You Can Dedicate: Fri through Sun
IC
Name: James
Gender: male
Age: 25
Appearance: A medium sized slim man who is a fighter in combat, brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and a pimple on the side of his hose.
Fears: Death,Fire,Snakes,Goblins
Personality: Out-going and laid back only until hes in a fight
Occupation: Blacksmith Apprentice
Skills: Blacksmithing, Farming, Mining
Nickname (Optional): JJ
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Why did you do it James" sad Marie. "I had to it was the onlt way to save my family's legacy" (not the best)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
So like any othere scrawny boy school was a nightmare especially high school.
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