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IGN: Church452
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 and New Vegas. I enjoyed both quite a lot and this seems like it would be a fun server to join.
Why Us: Fallout is one of my favorite games due to how in-depth it is and the complex faction system. The server also seems to be well run and active.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am in school, but i am quite frequently on during the week and weekend.
ICName: John Chapple
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Well tanned, blonde, 6'2"
Fears: Fire
Personality: Quiet and kept to himself, but follows orders well
Occupation: Builder and guard
Skills: Stealth, construction, and defense
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wandering the desert trying to live off of the money he can make from odd jobs in the towns that he passes through. Though he often has trouble making ends meet so he steals only when he has to.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After adapting to the harsh living conditions in the wasteland that he was born in he set out into the world to make a name for himself. Though much to his dismay the world was a far harsher place than what he expected it to be because he had only seen the small problems that swept through his small town. Now that he was out on the road he came into contact with atrocities the likes of which he had never imagined, and after these experiences he decided that he would make it his purpose to try to help other people who were not as strong as him. So he wandered the wasteland looking for those he could help, but he never stayed in one place for too long. Until he witnessed the razing of an entire town at the hands of the Legion did he decide that the time to wander was over and the time to fight back had begun.
IGN:37polar56
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have Fallout 3 and New Vegas and I role-play a lot on games
Why Us:This server looks awesome and I like Fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:1-4 hours on weekdays and 1-6 hours on weekends
IC
Name:Dominic
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:An adventurer with brown hair
Fears:Is a little scared of mutants
Personality:Brave strong man and likes animals
Occupation:Mining
Skills:Swords and weapons
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):After a long day of mining he was happy to be done.
Backstory Dominic was born and raised in vault 30. Vault 30 had it's own mine and Dominic would always go and come back with valuable items. He had a dog named Chilly while growing up it was Dominic's best friend. Dominic didn't really have friends but his dog was his only friend. One day Chilly attacked a man the guards had to kill the dog, and they did. Dominic was so angry he punched the guard in the face and threw him into a wall the guard dropped his gun in pain. As the other guards started coming Dominic took the 9mm pistol and shot the guard that he hurt. Then Dominic found cover and ran to it. He started shooting at the guards and hit a lot of them. Finally he killed the rest. Then he found the vault overseer. "Open the vault door or I shoot" he screamed. Once he opened the door Dominic said "Say hi to the the devil for me" and shot the overseer. Now he was free from the vault. (Please if you can tell me or message me if I'm in or not. Thanks)
IGN: t_r_w_c
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: ive played on other fallout servers
Why Us: this server seems the most put together
Time You Can Dedicate: 3pm-12am
IC
Name: travis
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: brown shaved head tall
Fears: super mutants
Personality: good sense of humor
Occupation: ncr gear distrubutor
Skills: good at fixing things
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): waste lander: help! help! ncr grunt: what is it waste lander waste lander: theres some fiends chaseing me there a couple miles back ncr grunt: good we have time to set up an ambush *takes out raido* command this is scout 5-6 i have some infomation about some fiends and requesting reinforsments bye the old car factory ncr command: scout 5-6 theres a squad on there way. *2 hours later* ncr soilder: we have been waiting her for to long i doubt any fiends are going to show up ncr sergant: shut up i hear something omg theres so many lets wait till they get closer to attack ncr soilder: ok there close ncr sergant: 3.....2.....1 BOOM POW KPLOOOOD Fiend leader: noo please have mercy ncr sergant:jet fiends are the worst BOOM *the sound of a body falling ot the ground* ncr sergant: good work evry one lets go home
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):my name is travis i was born in a small ncr town and have always wanted to join the ncr army and fight any tyranny in the wasteland and make it a better place but one night are town was attacked by the brother hood of steel all my family and friends where killed and the brother hood took me as a prisener to try and convert me into a brother hood solider they had me inprisend for a total of 5 years but one night i was in my cell and i heard a series of explosons and screams and an hour after all that an ncr captain came into my cell and offerd me the tile of ncr gear distributor
IGN:DarkenedDrake
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:3 Years over many different games
Why Us:The fallout series is one of the greatest I have ever played and it would be fun to recreate
Time You Can Dedicate:6-10pm Weeknights, Almost any time on weekends.
IC
Name:Drake (Unknown To Myself)
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Hunter with Wolf-skin Cloak and Face-mask
Fears: Radroaches
Personality:Quiet,Logical
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills:Advanced climbing, and Hunting skills
Nickname (Optional)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "The last thing you never see"-Boone Drake:"Living by this motto has made the difference between you and I."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My story begins when my parents were slaughtered by enraged Nightkin. I hid knowing coming out would only result in my death. I was eleven then. That night, fueled by rage,I took my fathers hunting rifle and tracked the Nightkin back to their camp and put a bullet in the back of one of their skulls, right as I lined up my sights on the second Nightkin's head he used a cloaking device. As frantically searched for him I felt a something smack the back of my head. I woke up the next morning with my hands and feet bound. The Nightkin was eating some radroach. With those large stubby fingers the ropes weren't tied very well I was able to wiggle my hands free. I pulled a switch blade from my boot and snuck up behind the Nightkin. I slit his throat, went a found my hunting rifle and got my bearings. I found my way back home just before nightfall. I spent two years hunting and collecting pelts until an NCR patrol was scouting the area nearby I overheard them talking about some large camp of Khans. I decided to check it out. This is when I decided to join up with them, they seemed to be one of the toughest groups in the area.
I left my home in Red Rock Canyon, I couldn't stand the Khans any longer. Iv'e spent the past 2 years of my life drifting.I have been ppending most of my nights in Novac as of recently. Tonight I plan on watching the Helios One. It appears that that may be the most strategic location on this side of the wasteland. Most people here keep to themselves but the McBrides are very nice, but something about this town gives me the creeps. Maybe its just all those little dinosaur toys. I think joining up with the NCR may be a good idea. Boone and Andy seemed to have benefited from it. I decided I would join the NCR, so I will be heading to Helios One. Maybe, one day, i'll be able to become a ranger. Sadly, I was rejected due to my previous interactions with the Khans. So I headed back to Novac, spent my past few years training and honing my skills.
What will I do from here? Where will I go? Pick me and lets find out.
OOC
IGN:1Ynot(my name backwards!)
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Fallout 3, New Vegas, Skyrim, all the good RPing games. I love RP, and I've had ALOT in general.
Why Us:Fallout and minecraft- my 2 favorite games combined, this seems very promising and I would really enjoy being able to try out this new experience.
Time You Can Dedicate:Any time after school. 2pm-11pm pacific time.
IC
Appearance: Fit adventurer, gruff from war, fauxhawk.
Fears: Tangerines.. no joke.
Personality: Intelligent, ruthless but a warm hearted companion. Outgoing and insightful.
Occupation: BoS Spy.
Skills: Espionage, Swords, and Weapons.
Nickname (Optional):Ynot
Name:Tony
Gender:Male
RP Example:" Serving the BoS since bills were still used as money. "
Backstory:" Part 1: The Past. Vault 120. Noone even HEARD of this place, why? It was a private vault bought for my family by my father, Tony SR. Nguyen, one of the richest men in the entire western coast(he was even in Borbes magazine as #1 at some point.) My mother always told me we would be the safest from the Great War that was steadfast, she told me all of us would be living the good life in our vault for the rest of our living time(also, I was 12 at the time) on this pitiful planet. She was right... for the time being.
Part 2:Vault Life. 2 years after the Great War. My sister contracts and dies from radiation poisoning(presumably from Radscorpions?) while attempting to escape the vault in order to see the sun again. We buried her in the central room. After that, things began turning hectic. My father was going insane, almost killing my mom at one point and soon dies as well from a stroke. Food was running scarce, mutated mole rats were wearing out our supplies. I tried to shoot them off, but eventually my dad's 9mm pistol ran out of ammunition... Super mutants break down our vault door and my mother tries to fend them off with our kitchen knives, but that proves ineffective. We hide in the locked bunker. She tells to run, run like I've never run before when the mutants find us, she tells me she loves me, she gives me all the money( like that'd help) we had left, food in the bunker, a Pipboy 2000, and a vintage UPS messenger bag to carry my clothes. I begin to bawl(still weak and only 14 at that time) and that's when the door broke open. I try to get my mother to come with me, but she tells me she's weak enough and would only be dead weight- I leave the vault.
Part 3: The BoS: I escape the mutants but leave my mother and vault with a sorrow and guilt I cannot inscribe to words. I run as she instructed me to, I had no idea where to go- but I kept running, away from the radiation, away from the fear, away from.. myself. I then hit something, or someone and quickly fall to the ground. He was wearing armor I have only seen in my dreams, "BoS Power Armor" it read. "IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" the man in the armor commanded. "I am Tony, I have just left my vault and I have nowhere to go, who are you?" "I see, -he looks to my Pipboy- what is that? Is that a Pipboy?" "Yeah, got it a while ago before I left from my mother." "Sorry about that Tony, say- how about you join us, the Brotherhood of Steel? Normally I wouldn't just take any person in.. But with that technology you have there, you could just be the answer to our problems...." And this is just the beginning. What happens now? I ask myself this question in my sleep. Enroll me into the BoS army as a spy let us see.
IGN:JasonLikezPoopz
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on AssassinCraft, Elements of War, War of the Races, The actual Fallout Series, Fable.
Why Us: I love guns, and vehicles. I also love the Fallout Series
Time You Can Dedicate: At least 3 hours a day afterschool.
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Innocent, intelligent, sneaky, Cocky.
Fears: Radiation, and Death.
Personality: Cool, not easily tempered, and cannot stand up for himself or others.
Occupation: BoS(Brotherhood) Spy
Skills: Stealth, and assassination
Nickname (Optional): J-Sin
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "He's about to get wrecked...." -Jumps at opponnent-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraph):
3 years, after nuclear warfare. On my 15th birthday celebration, my Parents have finally died, after having been contaminated with radiation for the past year. My Birthday couldn't have possibly been worse, I took all the rage out and griefed my own room. My Grandpa Joe always told me ,"It's the war that killed them, the Enclaves. But never should you bring yourself down to that level , for that is what I believe is the ultimate sin". Ever since then, I tried to get in Brotherhood of Steel,going against my Grandpa's philosphy , attempting to work as a spy to gain intelligence, hoping one day no one else will have to go through, what I have been through. One day, I was assigned to a top secret mission that only the higher ups of our Brotherhood knew of. I was assigned to a dead or alive type of deal his name was ,Edward. If I were to succeed in this mission the Brotherhood would allow me in.
The Brother Hood of Steel offered to have a group help me and offered a Laser Gatling Gun. I told them ," No, this is a stealth mission, we're weaker if we go in a pack, and Laser Gatling is for Pussies. On the 3rd night of scouting I finally found Edward. Loading my pistol I aimed it at Edward's
head, some sweat fell down my forehead,as I was wiping it off , he was gone. Hit in the head from the plasma rifle i fell on the ground helpless my pistol yards away. Using some quick thinking I flung dirt at his eyes temporarily blinding him, grabbing my pistol. It was a stand still like in one of those western movies I watched at home. At this point I knew I couldn't capture him, I knew only one of us were going to survive. Remembering my Grandpa's words I didn't know what to do besides to hide coping with myself wondering what to do. I picked up my pistol and remembered that because of these enclaves, my parents died. Pistol loaded, Pistol aimed, Pistol fired. Everything happened so fast. I took his dead body home as proof to the Brotherhood,even though I was accepted into BoS, my Grandfather could not even look me in the eye after I have commited such a sin. Thus, I was branded with the Name. J-Sin
IGN: EwwItsThomas Age: 15 Role-Play Exp.: I've played on HeroCraft and War of the Races Why Us: I love anything that involves guns. Also I love FallOut. Time You Can Dedicate: At least 3-6 hours a day afterschool. Weekends 6-9 hours.
IC
Name: Thomas Gender: Male Age: 15 Appearance: Friendly, smart, stealthy, bold. Fears: Darkness, death, blood. Personality: Chill usually, get mad sometimes and competitive. Occupation: BoS(Brotherhood) Spy Skills: Spy, and assassination Nickname (Optional): Thomas[kv] RP Example (Add Dialogue): "If war kills millions, what about nuclear wars..?" "Is it bad that I have more rads than 30 nuka colas..?" Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When I was merely 6 years old, I saw my parents getting killed right before my eyes. I swore to avenge them no matter what. One night I see the Soviets, they raided my house and killed my parents, but to bad that was 10 years ago so I can't have the chance to kill their leader. But...his son,John, was exactly my age, so now I can get the vengeance I have be waitin' for my entire life. I can tell he didn't recognized me, now I have a advantage. I found out some information about the Soviets, like where they lived and where they would meet up. One day, I swore I would kill him and they day is today. In my office I packed some armor and a small hidden .45 Caliber pistol. This was life or death, now or never. I snuck into their HeadQuarters and inside John's Office I change their meeting place to Steve's BBQ Shack at 8:00 PM. The next day, he comes as I expected. He fell into the most easiest traps ever. John: *Looks around* Hmmm, where's the rest of the Soviets...I snuck behind him, raised my pistol to his head and shot. BANG! The following morning they found him dead with no evidence on what had happened to him.
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 (all of it's DLC's too), and new Vegas. I have RP'd on alot of MMO's, here are a few; WoW, SWTOR, LOTRO, MC rp servers (MC servers as in lord of the craft, Roleplay Revolution, etc..
Why Us: Because I love Fallout,and minecraft, and to put my 2 favorite video games into one would be awesome! Adding RP in it would be the best! Your server sounds like a nice, friendly server that would be fun to play on, too.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends... maybe 3-5 hours a day?
IC
Name:Rakuida Keirl
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance: Rakuida has yellow-ish hair, a brown-tan trenchcoat, a headset used for the radio and talking to people, he has a vault-dweller jumpsuit on if you look at his legs, and has black boots.
Fears: Big things that are tough to kill, pitch black darkness while outside, and mutant noises.
Personality:Has a sense of humor, not shy, thrill-lover, mischevious, is the kind of guy thats hard to hate,nice,competetive, stuff like that, a nerdy mechanic with a love for guns and thrills you might say.
Occupation: Spy, or something that snipes or has stealth in it.
Skills: He is good with machines, stealthy, good with guns, a good sniper, kind of good with a melee weapon, is smart, and can make bullets easily.
Nickname (Optional): Rak
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Bandit leader: So, you thought you can kill me? HAH! You're pathetic.
Rakuida Keirl has been injured and is now on the ground bleeding.
Rakuida: No, I don't think I can kill you by myself, I'll admit that. But... I know something that can.
Bandit leader: Alright, then what is it? You are probaly going to throw a peice of trash at me!
Rakuida: Well... I'm not sure about that.
Rakuida smiles and picks up a peice of rubble and throws it onto a wall, right where the mine he set up is. Since he threw the rubble at the mine, it exploded, sending some of the walls down and trapping the Bandits in the cave.
Rakuida then gets up and dusts himself off and injects himself with a stimpack and bandages himself up, then, mutters to himself; "Time to move on to the nearest town."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): So, I have been told that while I was a baby, my mom and dad died of the rads. But I don't care, atleast I'm alive, right? Ever since my mom and dad died, this caravan had took my in and pretty much taught me the ways of the wasteland. The caravan leader's son, Joey, and I where best friends, traveled from Pennsylvania to california together. So, I traveled with the caravan for 12 years until the caravan, and everyone apart of it, where murdered and died a horrible death. Though, I took my chances and stole supplies and ran away, though the sad thing was... was that Joey was shot in the head and killed, but I just took his caravan rifle and all of his bullets to it and kept going. So, ever since I ran, I have encountered mutants, raiders, crazy people, wild dogs, anything the wasteland had in store was there to greet me, it was a horrible, bloody greeting though. So, I have been traveling for 11 months now, on March third i'll be 14. My first year out in the waste was a peice of cake, hopefully it would still be cake until I'm 14.
(story and life linked with Zachary goldman, Arron syth)
OOC: (Just use dunstil)
IGN:0liver0
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Well, I had a lot of sc2 cortexing, done a couple of rp servers. Been rp-ing for maybe a year.
Why Us: I have been looking for a fallout rp server, the last one I looked at was turned into a steampunk server.
Time You Can Dedicate:2-4 hours a dayish.
IC Dunstil (titles could be added, used to be Teller Dunstil)
Name: Dunstil Brejik
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:brown hair, blue eyes, tall.
Fears: Heights Spiders
Personality: sarcastic, jovial, joking,
Occupation: former merc writer/merchant
Skills: Good with a bow, merc discipline training, good mercantile
Nickname (Optional): Teller Dunstil
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I hear grunting from behind me,
"Oh good you're awake. nice to have company in this kind of situation"
-"Where the hell am I?"
"Try not to panic, you are tied to a chair, very likely to be executed here in a moment. Oh and don't look at the ground"
-"Its covered in blood! Did they kill someone?"
"no, I think its just animal blood trying to psyche us out. We are too valuable to kill"
-"why are we valuable, I'm just a traveler!'
"You must have seen something."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dunstil Grew up on a farm out in the wastelands. They didn't sell much of there goods and kept mostly to themselves, except for talking and trading with the Syths and the Goldmans. The three families grew very close, and as for trading it was more giving the other what they needed at the time. Being in almost constant contact with the Syths and Goldmans Dunstil grew up knowing Arron and Zach very closely. They always dreamed of getting out of this place, and going exploring. After growing to age of about 18 they went off, they ended up doing jobs for peopl.
Dunstil and his friends (Zachary and Arron) created a sort of mercenary group, they did jobs for anyone who would pay, but usually NCR. Eventually they were given a job to smoke out an enemy base...
"Ok, so whats the plan"asked Dunstil
-"We move in here, after Zach throws in a noise grenade into the other side." Said Arron
--"Alright, After that I meet up with you guys at the front, then we move in" Said Zachary
"Lets Go"
The plan went off without a hitch, until Zach was moving across the base to our side, the Enemy was expecting us! They shot at Zach, two hit his shoulder, but he managed to keep running. Arron and I thought he was simply slow and went in without him. After a bit of scouting we noticed they were waiting for us. We went back outside and saw Zach limping over to the entrance. He called out that they knew we were coming. Our group got out of there as fast as we could. After this ordeal We all went our separate ways I went into a merchant career, owning a shop in NCR. I think Arron went into contract killing, and I haven't heard much from Zach, but I know he is somewhere near NCR.
(this story intertwines with Mattaur(Zach) and WhiteBlades (Arron) as we all joined togather.
IGN: Pieman111
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Dungeons and dragons roleplay servers and I'm active on this forums roleplay section.
Why Us: The perks and factions look amazing. Love roleplay servers and a fallout flavor sounds great.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours a day.
IC
Name: Arron_Syth
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears a brown bounty hunter duster with a old brown fadora. He keeps a unique holster on his waist that allows him to draw a bit faster then most. Eyes are a steely blue and has short blond hair.
Fears: Any mutated animals. Thinks they are freaks that were created from nightmares.
Personality: When he's not working he is all fun, Enjoys laughing and makes joke whenever he can. Trusts only his old freinds that served with him. He trys not to be attached to any women as it just gets in his line of work.
Occupation: *Bounty Hunter* Past work includes working in a merc group.
Skills: Well knows his way around a gun first of all. Knows how to skin an animal and survive in the wild. Also can do some very basic electrical repair.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Jesus Zack are you sure this is what the brass wants me to do?"
Arron bent over the map and started marking out the gang hideouts. He had cleaned out gang nests before but nothing on this scale.
"Yeah Arron. You're the man for the job"
Arron sighed. He knew he would need some serious firepower if he was going to clear em out. He decided he would go visit Dunst and go buy something with a bit more boom. He put on his hat and strode out the door. He had a job to do.
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Being raised in the wasteland hardened Arron. Hardened him to the point of where emotions were past him. His parents tried to give him a good childhood but they knew that these weren't the best times to raise children. At a young age he was tought how to fire a pistol and farm basic crops, As that was how his family made money in the wasteland. At 18 he left his family's farm and joined up with his childhood friends Dunst and Zachery to form a group that went around and did jobs for the NCR and other groups. Basically anyone who would pay up for their services.
Fast forward 5 years and Arron and his friends were given a massive job. To smoke out a large enemy base. Things went sideways and Zachery almost died in the ensuring battle. After that everyone went their separate ways and split of. For Arron the killing business was where he belonged. Going into a private killing business for himself but mostly taking jobs from the NCR. He stills keeps close ties with his friends and tries to just scrape out a living in the wasteland.
Mattaur and Oliver0's Apps are all entwined with eachother. As we all decided we wanted to play on this server as a group. We all have roughly the same backstory and our lore is shared.
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That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
That's three mass invasions within the same bloody month! I mean, seriously! The UDTU is attacking now, Blue has a sleeper attack coming soon, and now an invasion by space pirates? What is this, Russia if every american-made FPS happened at once?! - MagicallyDwarven
IGN: Hankfleck217
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: VERRYY GOOD! I love these kind of servers
Why Us: Ive been looking for the right server and i found this watched some videos! This is the right server for me i love RP!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours a day!
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Brown eyed 6ft tall, Crew cut brown hair wears stolen NCR ranger suit from a dead ranger.
Fears: Raiders attacking me and or legion
Personality: Kind, caring, protective, agile, skilled
Occupation: Surviving the wasteland trying to join a faction just recently been kicked from vault 101
Skills: Knows how to use guns. Can craft things very well and knows how to convince people. I like to barter and survive.
Nickname (Optional): Jay
RP Example (Add Dialogue)"Jason…" the girl moaned, her back arched against the stark white sheets of the vault bunk.
"Amata…" he moaned back, kissing her again. I slid one hand down beneath her unzipped vault suit and began to explore, feeling the softness of her breasts, and her taught abdomen. As I traveled lower still, she said my name again, this time more insistent. Demanding. The tone of her voice sounded out of place, and it was jarring enough to make me open my eyes.
"Wake up! Come on, wake up!" She said, shaking him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I could hear an alarm somewhere, but due to my confused state of mind, it didn't really register.
Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him again. A shape melted out of the brightness: The brunette from his dream, looking considerably less enthusiastic about being at his bunk. She said, "Come on, you've got to wake up!"
I grinned, still groggy. "How weird, I was just dreaming about you…"
"Don't be a smart-mouth! This is serious!"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I stared up at my almost-girlfriend, and took in a few details: red eyes, unkempt hair, and the look of hurried terror. Something was wrong. I'd never seen a look like that on anyone in the vault. She had the body language of a spring wound up to the breaking point. I rubbed My eyes again, trying to wipe the dream from my mind. It was proving difficult, but everything about her high-strung attitude was making it plain that sex was as far from her mind as it could possibly be.
She stamped her foot, and I tried to ignore the way her chest moved. "My father's men are looking for you!" she told Me, on the verge of tears, "They've already killed Jonas. You've got to get out of here!"
"What? Jonas is dead?" he stared, searching for the joke. There had to be a punchline somewhere… but then the sound of the alarms hit home, and everything changed. He sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's your dad. He's left the vault! My father thinks Jonas helped him escape, so he had his men…" She burst into tears, and he reached out to steady her. "My God, they killed him… They just beat him, and beat him, and wouldn't stop…"
"Oh my God..." I pulled her into a comforting embrace, My own thoughts racing at a mile a minute; Amata was crying. She didn't do that very often. Her tone seemed genuine enough to make it clear that something serious had happened. Then there was that alarm blaring in the background...
But i still didn't quite believe her. Alphonse Almodovar, her father, and Overseer of vault 101 was a strict man, but I couldn't imagine him ordering anyone's death, let alone Jonas Palmer, the vault's medical technician, and upstanding citizen… it just wouldn't happen.
Amata's cries had turned to quiet sobs, and she seemed to be calming down a little.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): ...... After Amata tells me that i must leave the vault. Its my duty to find my father. I shall do everything i can to find him. The only things i have is a standard issue pistol 3 stim packs some rad-away medx and as much food and water as i can carry. When i first saw the light outside i was instantly shocked. What use to be my hometown was now a barren wasteland. I remember being escorted out of the vault by security guards. Then kissing Amata telling her ill be back for her.... Main prioritys are Survive wasteland. Find Father. And come back for Amata. (PLEASE I BEG TO JOIN THIS SERVER!I worked very hard on the Dialogue sorry if it seems a little inapropriate theres more to it though!)
IGN: Hankfleck217
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: VERRYY GOOD! I love these kind of servers
Why Us: Ive been looking for the right server and i found this watched some videos! This is the right server for me i love RP!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours a day!
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Brown eyed 6ft tall, Crew cut brown hair wears stolen NCR ranger suit from a dead ranger.
Fears: Raiders attacking me and or legion
Personality: Kind, caring, protective, agile, skilled
Occupation: Surviving the wasteland trying to join a faction just recently been kicked from vault 101
Skills: Knows how to use guns. Can craft things very well and knows how to convince people. I like to barter and survive.
Nickname (Optional): Jay
RP Example (Add Dialogue)"Jason…" the girl moaned, her back arched against the stark white sheets of the vault bunk.
"Amata…" he moaned back, kissing her again. I slid one hand down beneath her unzipped vault suit and began to explore, feeling the softness of her breasts, and her taught abdomen. As I traveled lower still, she said my name again, this time more insistent. Demanding. The tone of her voice sounded out of place, and it was jarring enough to make me open my eyes.
"Wake up! Come on, wake up!" She said, shaking him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I could hear an alarm somewhere, but due to my confused state of mind, it didn't really register.
Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him again. A shape melted out of the brightness: The brunette from his dream, looking considerably less enthusiastic about being at his bunk. She said, "Come on, you've got to wake up!"
I grinned, still groggy. "How weird, I was just dreaming about you…"
"Don't be a smart-mouth! This is serious!"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I stared up at my almost-girlfriend, and took in a few details: red eyes, unkempt hair, and the look of hurried terror. Something was wrong. I'd never seen a look like that on anyone in the vault. She had the body language of a spring wound up to the breaking point. I rubbed My eyes again, trying to wipe the dream from my mind. It was proving difficult, but everything about her high-strung attitude was making it plain that sex was as far from her mind as it could possibly be.
She stamped her foot, and I tried to ignore the way her chest moved. "My father's men are looking for you!" she told Me, on the verge of tears, "They've already killed Jonas. You've got to get out of here!"
"What? Jonas is dead?" he stared, searching for the joke. There had to be a punchline somewhere… but then the sound of the alarms hit home, and everything changed. He sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's your dad. He's left the vault! My father thinks Jonas helped him escape, so he had his men…" She burst into tears, and he reached out to steady her. "My God, they killed him… They just beat him, and beat him, and wouldn't stop…"
"Oh my God..." I pulled her into a comforting embrace, My own thoughts racing at a mile a minute; Amata was crying. She didn't do that very often. Her tone seemed genuine enough to make it clear that something serious had happened. Then there was that alarm blaring in the background...
But i still didn't quite believe her. Alphonse Almodovar, her father, and Overseer of vault 101 was a strict man, but I couldn't imagine him ordering anyone's death, let alone Jonas Palmer, the vault's medical technician, and upstanding citizen… it just wouldn't happen.
Amata's cries had turned to quiet sobs, and she seemed to be calming down a little.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): ...... After Amata tells me that i must leave the vault. Its my duty to find my father. I shall do everything i can to find him. The only things i have is a standard issue pistol 3 stim packs some rad-away medx and as much food and water as i can carry. When i first saw the light outside i was instantly shocked. What use to be my hometown was now a barren wasteland. I remember being escorted out of the vault by security guards. Then kissing Amata telling her ill be back for her.... Main prioritys are Survive wasteland. Find Father. And come back for Amata. (PLEASE I BEG TO JOIN THIS SERVER!I worked very hard on the Dialogue sorry if it seems a little inapropriate theres more to it though!)
I like it but it is pretty much the vault escape in the game.
Yes UNITE
IGN: Church452
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 and New Vegas. I enjoyed both quite a lot and this seems like it would be a fun server to join.
Why Us: Fallout is one of my favorite games due to how in-depth it is and the complex faction system. The server also seems to be well run and active.
Time You Can Dedicate: I am in school, but i am quite frequently on during the week and weekend.
ICName: John Chapple
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Well tanned, blonde, 6'2"
Fears: Fire
Personality: Quiet and kept to himself, but follows orders well
Occupation: Builder and guard
Skills: Stealth, construction, and defense
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Wandering the desert trying to live off of the money he can make from odd jobs in the towns that he passes through. Though he often has trouble making ends meet so he steals only when he has to.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): After adapting to the harsh living conditions in the wasteland that he was born in he set out into the world to make a name for himself. Though much to his dismay the world was a far harsher place than what he expected it to be because he had only seen the small problems that swept through his small town. Now that he was out on the road he came into contact with atrocities the likes of which he had never imagined, and after these experiences he decided that he would make it his purpose to try to help other people who were not as strong as him. So he wandered the wasteland looking for those he could help, but he never stayed in one place for too long. Until he witnessed the razing of an entire town at the hands of the Legion did he decide that the time to wander was over and the time to fight back had begun.
Can you guys not read?
IGN:37polar56
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have Fallout 3 and New Vegas and I role-play a lot on games
Why Us:This server looks awesome and I like Fallout
Time You Can Dedicate:1-4 hours on weekdays and 1-6 hours on weekends
IC
Name:Dominic
Gender:Male
Age:20
Appearance:An adventurer with brown hair
Fears:Is a little scared of mutants
Personality:Brave strong man and likes animals
Occupation:Mining
Skills:Swords and weapons
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):After a long day of mining he was happy to be done.
Backstory Dominic was born and raised in vault 30. Vault 30 had it's own mine and Dominic would always go and come back with valuable items. He had a dog named Chilly while growing up it was Dominic's best friend. Dominic didn't really have friends but his dog was his only friend. One day Chilly attacked a man the guards had to kill the dog, and they did. Dominic was so angry he punched the guard in the face and threw him into a wall the guard dropped his gun in pain. As the other guards started coming Dominic took the 9mm pistol and shot the guard that he hurt. Then Dominic found cover and ran to it. He started shooting at the guards and hit a lot of them. Finally he killed the rest. Then he found the vault overseer. "Open the vault door or I shoot" he screamed. Once he opened the door Dominic said "Say hi to the the devil for me" and shot the overseer. Now he was free from the vault. (Please if you can tell me or message me if I'm in or not. Thanks)
IGN: t_r_w_c
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: ive played on other fallout servers
Why Us: this server seems the most put together
Time You Can Dedicate: 3pm-12am
IC
Name: travis
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance: brown shaved head tall
Fears: super mutants
Personality: good sense of humor
Occupation: ncr gear distrubutor
Skills: good at fixing things
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): waste lander: help! help! ncr grunt: what is it waste lander waste lander: theres some fiends chaseing me there a couple miles back ncr grunt: good we have time to set up an ambush *takes out raido* command this is scout 5-6 i have some infomation about some fiends and requesting reinforsments bye the old car factory ncr command: scout 5-6 theres a squad on there way. *2 hours later* ncr soilder: we have been waiting her for to long i doubt any fiends are going to show up ncr sergant: shut up i hear something omg theres so many lets wait till they get closer to attack ncr soilder: ok there close ncr sergant: 3.....2.....1 BOOM POW KPLOOOOD Fiend leader: noo please have mercy ncr sergant:jet fiends are the worst BOOM *the sound of a body falling ot the ground* ncr sergant: good work evry one lets go home
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):my name is travis i was born in a small ncr town and have always wanted to join the ncr army and fight any tyranny in the wasteland and make it a better place but one night are town was attacked by the brother hood of steel all my family and friends where killed and the brother hood took me as a prisener to try and convert me into a brother hood solider they had me inprisend for a total of 5 years but one night i was in my cell and i heard a series of explosons and screams and an hour after all that an ncr captain came into my cell and offerd me the tile of ncr gear distributor
IGN:DarkenedDrake
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.:3 Years over many different games
Why Us:The fallout series is one of the greatest I have ever played and it would be fun to recreate
Time You Can Dedicate:6-10pm Weeknights, Almost any time on weekends.
IC
Name:Drake (Unknown To Myself)
Gender:Male
Age:19
Appearance:Hunter with Wolf-skin Cloak and Face-mask
Fears: Radroaches
Personality:Quiet,Logical
Occupation: Mercenary
Skills:Advanced climbing, and Hunting skills
Nickname (Optional)
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "The last thing you never see"-Boone Drake:"Living by this motto has made the difference between you and I."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): My story begins when my parents were slaughtered by enraged Nightkin. I hid knowing coming out would only result in my death. I was eleven then. That night, fueled by rage,I took my fathers hunting rifle and tracked the Nightkin back to their camp and put a bullet in the back of one of their skulls, right as I lined up my sights on the second Nightkin's head he used a cloaking device. As frantically searched for him I felt a something smack the back of my head. I woke up the next morning with my hands and feet bound. The Nightkin was eating some radroach. With those large stubby fingers the ropes weren't tied very well I was able to wiggle my hands free. I pulled a switch blade from my boot and snuck up behind the Nightkin. I slit his throat, went a found my hunting rifle and got my bearings. I found my way back home just before nightfall. I spent two years hunting and collecting pelts until an NCR patrol was scouting the area nearby I overheard them talking about some large camp of Khans. I decided to check it out. This is when I decided to join up with them, they seemed to be one of the toughest groups in the area.
I left my home in Red Rock Canyon, I couldn't stand the Khans any longer. Iv'e spent the past 2 years of my life drifting.I have been ppending most of my nights in Novac as of recently. Tonight I plan on watching the Helios One. It appears that that may be the most strategic location on this side of the wasteland. Most people here keep to themselves but the McBrides are very nice, but something about this town gives me the creeps. Maybe its just all those little dinosaur toys. I think joining up with the NCR may be a good idea. Boone and Andy seemed to have benefited from it. I decided I would join the NCR, so I will be heading to Helios One. Maybe, one day, i'll be able to become a ranger. Sadly, I was rejected due to my previous interactions with the Khans. So I headed back to Novac, spent my past few years training and honing my skills.
What will I do from here? Where will I go? Pick me and lets find out.
IGN:1Ynot(my name backwards!)
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Fallout 3, New Vegas, Skyrim, all the good RPing games. I love RP, and I've had ALOT in general.
Why Us:Fallout and minecraft- my 2 favorite games combined, this seems very promising and I would really enjoy being able to try out this new experience.
Time You Can Dedicate:Any time after school. 2pm-11pm pacific time.
IC
Appearance: Fit adventurer, gruff from war, fauxhawk.
Fears: Tangerines.. no joke.
Personality: Intelligent, ruthless but a warm hearted companion. Outgoing and insightful.
Occupation: BoS Spy.
Skills: Espionage, Swords, and Weapons.
Nickname (Optional):Ynot
Name:Tony
Gender:Male
RP Example:" Serving the BoS since bills were still used as money. "
Backstory:" Part 1: The Past. Vault 120. Noone even HEARD of this place, why? It was a private vault bought for my family by my father, Tony SR. Nguyen, one of the richest men in the entire western coast(he was even in Borbes magazine as #1 at some point.) My mother always told me we would be the safest from the Great War that was steadfast, she told me all of us would be living the good life in our vault for the rest of our living time(also, I was 12 at the time) on this pitiful planet. She was right... for the time being.
Part 2:Vault Life. 2 years after the Great War. My sister contracts and dies from radiation poisoning(presumably from Radscorpions?) while attempting to escape the vault in order to see the sun again. We buried her in the central room. After that, things began turning hectic. My father was going insane, almost killing my mom at one point and soon dies as well from a stroke. Food was running scarce, mutated mole rats were wearing out our supplies. I tried to shoot them off, but eventually my dad's 9mm pistol ran out of ammunition... Super mutants break down our vault door and my mother tries to fend them off with our kitchen knives, but that proves ineffective. We hide in the locked bunker. She tells to run, run like I've never run before when the mutants find us, she tells me she loves me, she gives me all the money( like that'd help) we had left, food in the bunker, a Pipboy 2000, and a vintage UPS messenger bag to carry my clothes. I begin to bawl(still weak and only 14 at that time) and that's when the door broke open. I try to get my mother to come with me, but she tells me she's weak enough and would only be dead weight- I leave the vault.
Part 3: The BoS: I escape the mutants but leave my mother and vault with a sorrow and guilt I cannot inscribe to words. I run as she instructed me to, I had no idea where to go- but I kept running, away from the radiation, away from the fear, away from.. myself. I then hit something, or someone and quickly fall to the ground. He was wearing armor I have only seen in my dreams, "BoS Power Armor" it read. "IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" the man in the armor commanded. "I am Tony, I have just left my vault and I have nowhere to go, who are you?" "I see, -he looks to my Pipboy- what is that? Is that a Pipboy?" "Yeah, got it a while ago before I left from my mother." "Sorry about that Tony, say- how about you join us, the Brotherhood of Steel? Normally I wouldn't just take any person in.. But with that technology you have there, you could just be the answer to our problems...." And this is just the beginning. What happens now? I ask myself this question in my sleep. Enroll me into the BoS army as a spy let us see.
IGN:JasonLikezPoopz
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on AssassinCraft, Elements of War, War of the Races, The actual Fallout Series, Fable.
Why Us: I love guns, and vehicles. I also love the Fallout Series
Time You Can Dedicate: At least 3 hours a day afterschool.
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Innocent, intelligent, sneaky, Cocky.
Fears: Radiation, and Death.
Personality: Cool, not easily tempered, and cannot stand up for himself or others.
Occupation: BoS(Brotherhood) Spy
Skills: Stealth, and assassination
Nickname (Optional): J-Sin
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "He's about to get wrecked...." -Jumps at opponnent-
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraph):
3 years, after nuclear warfare. On my 15th birthday celebration, my Parents have finally died, after having been contaminated with radiation for the past year. My Birthday couldn't have possibly been worse, I took all the rage out and griefed my own room. My Grandpa Joe always told me ,"It's the war that killed them, the Enclaves. But never should you bring yourself down to that level , for that is what I believe is the ultimate sin". Ever since then, I tried to get in Brotherhood of Steel,going against my Grandpa's philosphy , attempting to work as a spy to gain intelligence, hoping one day no one else will have to go through, what I have been through. One day, I was assigned to a top secret mission that only the higher ups of our Brotherhood knew of. I was assigned to a dead or alive type of deal his name was ,Edward. If I were to succeed in this mission the Brotherhood would allow me in.
The Brother Hood of Steel offered to have a group help me and offered a Laser Gatling Gun. I told them ," No, this is a stealth mission, we're weaker if we go in a pack, and Laser Gatling is for Pussies. On the 3rd night of scouting I finally found Edward. Loading my pistol I aimed it at Edward's
head, some sweat fell down my forehead,as I was wiping it off , he was gone. Hit in the head from the plasma rifle i fell on the ground helpless my pistol yards away. Using some quick thinking I flung dirt at his eyes temporarily blinding him, grabbing my pistol. It was a stand still like in one of those western movies I watched at home. At this point I knew I couldn't capture him, I knew only one of us were going to survive. Remembering my Grandpa's words I didn't know what to do besides to hide coping with myself wondering what to do. I picked up my pistol and remembered that because of these enclaves, my parents died. Pistol loaded, Pistol aimed, Pistol fired. Everything happened so fast. I took his dead body home as proof to the Brotherhood,even though I was accepted into BoS, my Grandfather could not even look me in the eye after I have commited such a sin. Thus, I was branded with the Name. J-Sin
IGN: EwwItsThomas
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on HeroCraft and War of the Races
Why Us: I love anything that involves guns. Also I love FallOut.
Time You Can Dedicate: At least 3-6 hours a day afterschool. Weekends 6-9 hours.
IC
Name: Thomas
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Friendly, smart, stealthy, bold.
Fears: Darkness, death, blood.
Personality: Chill usually, get mad sometimes and competitive.
Occupation: BoS(Brotherhood) Spy
Skills: Spy, and assassination
Nickname (Optional): Thomas[kv]
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "If war kills millions, what about nuclear wars..?" "Is it bad that I have more rads than 30 nuka colas..?"
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): When I was merely 6 years old, I saw my parents getting killed right before my eyes. I swore to avenge them no matter what. One night I see the Soviets, they raided my house and killed my parents, but to bad that was 10 years ago so I can't have the chance to kill their leader. But...his son,John, was exactly my age, so now I can get the vengeance I have be waitin' for my entire life. I can tell he didn't recognized me, now I have a advantage. I found out some information about the Soviets, like where they lived and where they would meet up. One day, I swore I would kill him and they day is today. In my office I packed some armor and a small hidden .45 Caliber pistol. This was life or death, now or never. I snuck into their HeadQuarters and inside John's Office I change their meeting place to Steve's BBQ Shack at 8:00 PM. The next day, he comes as I expected. He fell into the most easiest traps ever. John: *Looks around* Hmmm, where's the rest of the Soviets...I snuck behind him, raised my pistol to his head and shot. BANG! The following morning they found him dead with no evidence on what had happened to him.
link doesn't work for me.~
IGN:Rakuida
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I have played Fallout 3 (all of it's DLC's too), and new Vegas. I have RP'd on alot of MMO's, here are a few; WoW, SWTOR, LOTRO, MC rp servers (MC servers as in lord of the craft, Roleplay Revolution, etc..
Why Us: Because I love Fallout,and minecraft, and to put my 2 favorite video games into one would be awesome! Adding RP in it would be the best! Your server sounds like a nice, friendly server that would be fun to play on, too.
Time You Can Dedicate: It depends... maybe 3-5 hours a day?
IC
Name:Rakuida Keirl
Gender:Male
Age:13
Appearance: Rakuida has yellow-ish hair, a brown-tan trenchcoat, a headset used for the radio and talking to people, he has a vault-dweller jumpsuit on if you look at his legs, and has black boots.
Fears: Big things that are tough to kill, pitch black darkness while outside, and mutant noises.
Personality:Has a sense of humor, not shy, thrill-lover, mischevious, is the kind of guy thats hard to hate,nice,competetive, stuff like that, a nerdy mechanic with a love for guns and thrills you might say.
Occupation: Spy, or something that snipes or has stealth in it.
Skills: He is good with machines, stealthy, good with guns, a good sniper, kind of good with a melee weapon, is smart, and can make bullets easily.
Nickname (Optional): Rak
RP Example (Add Dialogue): Bandit leader: So, you thought you can kill me? HAH! You're pathetic.
Rakuida Keirl has been injured and is now on the ground bleeding.
Rakuida: No, I don't think I can kill you by myself, I'll admit that. But... I know something that can.
Bandit leader: Alright, then what is it? You are probaly going to throw a peice of trash at me!
Rakuida: Well... I'm not sure about that.
Rakuida smiles and picks up a peice of rubble and throws it onto a wall, right where the mine he set up is. Since he threw the rubble at the mine, it exploded, sending some of the walls down and trapping the Bandits in the cave.
Rakuida then gets up and dusts himself off and injects himself with a stimpack and bandages himself up, then, mutters to himself; "Time to move on to the nearest town."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): So, I have been told that while I was a baby, my mom and dad died of the rads. But I don't care, atleast I'm alive, right? Ever since my mom and dad died, this caravan had took my in and pretty much taught me the ways of the wasteland. The caravan leader's son, Joey, and I where best friends, traveled from Pennsylvania to california together. So, I traveled with the caravan for 12 years until the caravan, and everyone apart of it, where murdered and died a horrible death. Though, I took my chances and stole supplies and ran away, though the sad thing was... was that Joey was shot in the head and killed, but I just took his caravan rifle and all of his bullets to it and kept going. So, ever since I ran, I have encountered mutants, raiders, crazy people, wild dogs, anything the wasteland had in store was there to greet me, it was a horrible, bloody greeting though. So, I have been traveling for 11 months now, on March third i'll be 14. My first year out in the waste was a peice of cake, hopefully it would still be cake until I'm 14.
OOC: (Just use dunstil)
IGN:0liver0
Age:16
Role-Play Exp.: Well, I had a lot of sc2 cortexing, done a couple of rp servers. Been rp-ing for maybe a year.
Why Us: I have been looking for a fallout rp server, the last one I looked at was turned into a steampunk server.
Time You Can Dedicate:2-4 hours a dayish.
IC Dunstil (titles could be added, used to be Teller Dunstil)
Name: Dunstil Brejik
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:brown hair, blue eyes, tall.
Fears: Heights Spiders
Personality: sarcastic, jovial, joking,
Occupation: former merc writer/merchant
Skills: Good with a bow, merc discipline training, good mercantile
Nickname (Optional): Teller Dunstil
RP Example (Add Dialogue): I hear grunting from behind me,
"Oh good you're awake. nice to have company in this kind of situation"
-"Where the hell am I?"
"Try not to panic, you are tied to a chair, very likely to be executed here in a moment. Oh and don't look at the ground"
-"Its covered in blood! Did they kill someone?"
"no, I think its just animal blood trying to psyche us out. We are too valuable to kill"
-"why are we valuable, I'm just a traveler!'
"You must have seen something."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Dunstil Grew up on a farm out in the wastelands. They didn't sell much of there goods and kept mostly to themselves, except for talking and trading with the Syths and the Goldmans. The three families grew very close, and as for trading it was more giving the other what they needed at the time. Being in almost constant contact with the Syths and Goldmans Dunstil grew up knowing Arron and Zach very closely. They always dreamed of getting out of this place, and going exploring. After growing to age of about 18 they went off, they ended up doing jobs for peopl.
Dunstil and his friends (Zachary and Arron) created a sort of mercenary group, they did jobs for anyone who would pay, but usually NCR. Eventually they were given a job to smoke out an enemy base...
"Ok, so whats the plan"asked Dunstil
-"We move in here, after Zach throws in a noise grenade into the other side." Said Arron
--"Alright, After that I meet up with you guys at the front, then we move in" Said Zachary
"Lets Go"
The plan went off without a hitch, until Zach was moving across the base to our side, the Enemy was expecting us! They shot at Zach, two hit his shoulder, but he managed to keep running. Arron and I thought he was simply slow and went in without him. After a bit of scouting we noticed they were waiting for us. We went back outside and saw Zach limping over to the entrance. He called out that they knew we were coming. Our group got out of there as fast as we could. After this ordeal We all went our separate ways I went into a merchant career, owning a shop in NCR. I think Arron went into contract killing, and I haven't heard much from Zach, but I know he is somewhere near NCR.
(this story intertwines with Mattaur(Zach) and WhiteBlades (Arron) as we all joined togather.
that leads to a mod page now. where do we pot our apps?
IGN: Pieman111
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Dungeons and dragons roleplay servers and I'm active on this forums roleplay section.
Why Us: The perks and factions look amazing. Love roleplay servers and a fallout flavor sounds great.
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours a day.
IC
Name: Arron_Syth
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Wears a brown bounty hunter duster with a old brown fadora. He keeps a unique holster on his waist that allows him to draw a bit faster then most. Eyes are a steely blue and has short blond hair.
Fears: Any mutated animals. Thinks they are freaks that were created from nightmares.
Personality: When he's not working he is all fun, Enjoys laughing and makes joke whenever he can. Trusts only his old freinds that served with him. He trys not to be attached to any women as it just gets in his line of work.
Occupation: *Bounty Hunter* Past work includes working in a merc group.
Skills: Well knows his way around a gun first of all. Knows how to skin an animal and survive in the wild. Also can do some very basic electrical repair.
Nickname (Optional): None.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Jesus Zack are you sure this is what the brass wants me to do?"
Arron bent over the map and started marking out the gang hideouts. He had cleaned out gang nests before but nothing on this scale.
"Yeah Arron. You're the man for the job"
Arron sighed. He knew he would need some serious firepower if he was going to clear em out. He decided he would go visit Dunst and go buy something with a bit more boom. He put on his hat and strode out the door. He had a job to do.
Back story (1-2 LONG paragraphs): Being raised in the wasteland hardened Arron. Hardened him to the point of where emotions were past him. His parents tried to give him a good childhood but they knew that these weren't the best times to raise children. At a young age he was tought how to fire a pistol and farm basic crops, As that was how his family made money in the wasteland. At 18 he left his family's farm and joined up with his childhood friends Dunst and Zachery to form a group that went around and did jobs for the NCR and other groups. Basically anyone who would pay up for their services.
Fast forward 5 years and Arron and his friends were given a massive job. To smoke out a large enemy base. Things went sideways and Zachery almost died in the ensuring battle. After that everyone went their separate ways and split of. For Arron the killing business was where he belonged. Going into a private killing business for himself but mostly taking jobs from the NCR. He stills keeps close ties with his friends and tries to just scrape out a living in the wasteland.
Mattaur and Oliver0's Apps are all entwined with eachother. As we all decided we wanted to play on this server as a group. We all have roughly the same backstory and our lore is shared.
The link doesn't work for me.. :3
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: VERRYY GOOD! I love these kind of servers
Why Us: Ive been looking for the right server and i found this watched some videos! This is the right server for me i love RP!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-5 hours a day!
IC
Name: Jason
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Appearance: Brown eyed 6ft tall, Crew cut brown hair wears stolen NCR ranger suit from a dead ranger.
Fears: Raiders attacking me and or legion
Personality: Kind, caring, protective, agile, skilled
Occupation: Surviving the wasteland trying to join a faction just recently been kicked from vault 101
Skills: Knows how to use guns. Can craft things very well and knows how to convince people. I like to barter and survive.
Nickname (Optional): Jay
RP Example (Add Dialogue)"Jason…" the girl moaned, her back arched against the stark white sheets of the vault bunk.
"Amata…" he moaned back, kissing her again. I slid one hand down beneath her unzipped vault suit and began to explore, feeling the softness of her breasts, and her taught abdomen. As I traveled lower still, she said my name again, this time more insistent. Demanding. The tone of her voice sounded out of place, and it was jarring enough to make me open my eyes.
"Wake up! Come on, wake up!" She said, shaking him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness. I could hear an alarm somewhere, but due to my confused state of mind, it didn't really register.
Hands gripped his shoulders, shaking him again. A shape melted out of the brightness: The brunette from his dream, looking considerably less enthusiastic about being at his bunk. She said, "Come on, you've got to wake up!"
I grinned, still groggy. "How weird, I was just dreaming about you…"
"Don't be a smart-mouth! This is serious!"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I stared up at my almost-girlfriend, and took in a few details: red eyes, unkempt hair, and the look of hurried terror. Something was wrong. I'd never seen a look like that on anyone in the vault. She had the body language of a spring wound up to the breaking point. I rubbed My eyes again, trying to wipe the dream from my mind. It was proving difficult, but everything about her high-strung attitude was making it plain that sex was as far from her mind as it could possibly be.
She stamped her foot, and I tried to ignore the way her chest moved. "My father's men are looking for you!" she told Me, on the verge of tears, "They've already killed Jonas. You've got to get out of here!"
"What? Jonas is dead?" he stared, searching for the joke. There had to be a punchline somewhere… but then the sound of the alarms hit home, and everything changed. He sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's your dad. He's left the vault! My father thinks Jonas helped him escape, so he had his men…" She burst into tears, and he reached out to steady her. "My God, they killed him… They just beat him, and beat him, and wouldn't stop…"
"Oh my God..." I pulled her into a comforting embrace, My own thoughts racing at a mile a minute; Amata was crying. She didn't do that very often. Her tone seemed genuine enough to make it clear that something serious had happened. Then there was that alarm blaring in the background...
But i still didn't quite believe her. Alphonse Almodovar, her father, and Overseer of vault 101 was a strict man, but I couldn't imagine him ordering anyone's death, let alone Jonas Palmer, the vault's medical technician, and upstanding citizen… it just wouldn't happen.
Amata's cries had turned to quiet sobs, and she seemed to be calming down a little.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): ...... After Amata tells me that i must leave the vault. Its my duty to find my father. I shall do everything i can to find him. The only things i have is a standard issue pistol 3 stim packs some rad-away medx and as much food and water as i can carry. When i first saw the light outside i was instantly shocked. What use to be my hometown was now a barren wasteland. I remember being escorted out of the vault by security guards. Then kissing Amata telling her ill be back for her.... Main prioritys are Survive wasteland. Find Father. And come back for Amata. (PLEASE I BEG TO JOIN THIS SERVER!I worked very hard on the Dialogue sorry if it seems a little inapropriate theres more to it though!)
I like it but it is pretty much the vault escape in the game.