IGN: minimikey88
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I don't have much, the only example I have is that I used to write books (which probably counts for nothing) and I was on the Ender Triumvirate until it disbanded.
Why Us: I love minecraft. I always have. I love Fallout. I've played New Vegas and Fallout 3. When I saw that you combined them I did a quadruple take. You made my summer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably around 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM (Central time) on weekdays, and only 2 hours on the weekends.
IC
Name: Mike Kastl
Gender: Male
Age: 26
RP Example: Dehydrated and living off of nothing but Radroach meat, I stumble into a humble town known as Goodsprings.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I made my living off of hunting down radscorpions and radroaches and other such pests in the Mojave. I lived alone, no wife, no kids, no family. One day, a stranger walked into town, talking of finding his scientist father, and of the Vault, and I got curious. So, I went looking for this Vault, hoping that it was easier living there. It wasn't. When I got to this
Vault, it was blasted open, and crawling with supermutants. I high-tailed it out of there. Unfortunately, the mutants followed my scent. They tracked me back to town and killed everything in sight. I tried to help, but all I had was a vintage .22 rifle. I did all I could do, then I ran. I ran through the desert for at least 3 miles before I found anything. What I found was a New California Republic camp, Camp McCarran.
After talking for a while with Captain Curtis, I convinced him to give me a gun and ammo, along with some food, and they sent me on my way. Now, I'm wandering through the desert, looking for a place to settle.
IGN: DragonFaith
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played many rp games and i think they are very fun.
Why Us: I love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day.
IC
Name: Bobby ( no last name, he doesn't know his family )
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Big tall guy with huge muscles, always wears glasses because he's cool like that
Fears: Nothing fears him...
Personality: Paranoid, lacks trust in others. A loner, very violent and is never relaxed. Very quiet guy.
Occupation: Paid assassin.
Skills: Lock picking, assassinating, speech and many more....
Nickname (Optional): The Destroyer
RP Example (Add Dialogue): ( A raider aproaches a wastelander )
Raider : Hey you!
Wastelander: Me?
Raider: Yeah you! Give me all your caps.
Wastelander: Please, im not looking for trouble ( reaching for his gun ).
Raider: If you touch that gun im gonna blow your head off.
Wastelander: Ok Ok!! ( gives him all his caps )
Raider: Shame your too short. ( kills the wastelander )
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As a little boy he lived on the streets, he didn't know his family and that's why he is always grumpy. He learned martial arts and now is one of the best assassins to live. An old man found him and gave him a shelter. Bobby was very thankful and loved the old man like he was his father. One day the old man died, he got killed by an assassin. While he was still alive, Bobby told him that he will find the assassin who killed him and will get his revenge. From then on he is always grumpy and doesn't talk much.
IGN:Emeralshadow
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: Played on multiple other fallout servers. Played on a medevil role-play minecraft server.
Why Us: Looks like the Superior choice in fallout roleplaying servers
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Ralph Creel
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance:big muscular shapped body, Dirt on his face, long brown hair.
Fears: Being killed without reason
Personality:Will do anything for his survival, even killing someone he loves.
Occupation: Engineer, mercenary
Skills: Skilled with the blade, great shot with a gun.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ralph walked towards the empty house and he looked inside the window. He saw a small family sitting at there table talking. The place looked dirty, unfortified, but well supplied with food and supplies. Ralph was hungry, what could he do but steal? He broke down the door, stole the families food and chained them to a guard rail.
Backstory (1-2 paragraphs):Ralph came across Nevada after living in arizona for some time. Ralph was apart of Caesers legion, an unforgiving group of people that killed, enslaved and destroyed towns. Ralph remembered the times of taking of Phoenix and enslaving the townsmembers seeking to rebuild it. He remembered building totureous devices such as the crusher or the pitfall enslaver. Unforging, shoot first ask later. Though ralph had a bad past, he seeks to make a good life of himself in the new found land he is settling on...
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IGN:Jole Collins
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.:I have been on two other RP servers
Why Us:Because I have loved the fallout games and would like to give this server a try
Time You Can Dedicate:Right now basically about 4 hours or more
IC
Name:Jole Collins
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance:About 6'4, dark red hair, caucasian
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Jole is willing to help someone and is usually a nice guy
Occupation:engineer
Skills:metal working, engineering, and firearms
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey Jole what do you think of that building?"said the man next to him. "I don't trust the place there might be feral ghouls in there and I am low on ammo for my rifle" he said. *the man shrugs at Jole then begins to walk towards the building* "Hey wait up!" Jole had said loudly. *As the two walk into the building a feeling of dread washes over them* "I don't like the looks of this place man." He said.
Backstory: Jole was a normal guy well as normal as someone born into the wasteland his mother died giving birth to him so he was raised by his father who taught him some of the basic skills someone his age needed to survive. As Jole got older he began to learn how to engineer new things for the town he lived in and after awhile had got a decent gate defense system going. One day while he was working on a new project he had heard a noise outside when he went out to find out what it was he saw that raiders had gotten through the gate and had begun to kill the towns people. Jole panicked he hurried back inside and got together supplies to survive in the wastes he ran for the gate while the raiders were going through the other end of the town. He had no idea what happen to his father and had decided to never go back to that town in fear that raiders set up camp there. He now goes through the wastes at age twenty three looking for a way to make a living.
IGN:Jole Collins
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.:I have been on two other RP servers
Why Us:Because I have loved the fallout games and would like to give this server a try
Time You Can Dedicate:Right now basically about 4 hours or more
IC
Name:Jole Collins
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance:About 6'4, dark red hair, caucasian
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Jole is willing to help someone and is usually a nice guy
Occupation:engineer
Skills:metal working, engineering, and firearms
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey Jole what do you think of that building?"said the man next to him. "I don't trust the place there might be feral ghouls in there and I am low on ammo for my rifle" he said. *the man shrugs at Jole then begins to walk towards the building* "Hey wait up!" Jole had said loudly. *As the two walk into the building a feeling of dread washes over them* "I don't like the looks of this place man." He said.
Backstory: Jole was a normal guy well as normal as someone born into the wasteland his mother died giving birth to him so he was raised by his father who taught him some of the basic skills someone his age needed to survive. As Jole got older he began to learn how to engineer new things for the town he lived in and after awhile had got a decent gate defense system going. One day while he was working on a new project he had heard a noise outside when he went out to find out what it was he saw that raiders had gotten through the gate and had begun to kill the towns people. Jole panicked he hurried back inside and got together supplies to survive in the wastes he ran for the gate while the raiders were going through the other end of the town. He had no idea what happen to his father and had decided to never go back to that town in fear that raiders set up camp there. He now goes through the wastes at age twenty three looking for a way to make a living.
IGN: kalebtarrant
Age: Im gonna be honest, but 11.
Role-Play Exp.:Played fallout 3, NV, skyrim, and alot of darkRP on garrysmod
Why Us:I love roleplay, and i've been looking for a server that doesn't require donations do break a block.
Time You Can Dedicate:If i like the server, i can donate alot of time soon because summer break is coming up
IC
Name: Barry Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Has a beard, hair, he's fit, not so much about him. He looks average
Fears: Armed bombs and the enclave. Mostly cause their fearsome look of their helmets
Personality: Mostly a nice guy, tough, and on the fritz near T.N.T or other explosives.
Occupation: Nothing realy, he does jobs for caps mostly, but if he finds a job that he likes, he'll take it.
Skills: Good at hand to hand combat, smart, and good at crafting things and blacksmithing
Nickname (Optional): B.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As barry sat in the caravan, he was excedingly happy. He was returning to his hometown, nevada. Then they arrived at a NCR checkpoint.
Ncr troop: "Passport please."
The people on the caravan handed over their passports, and 50 caps.
"damn, i brought only 50 caps." barry said.
Barry grudgingly handed over both the items, then the caravan headed out.
Barry: *sighs*
Lucy: "what's wrong?"
"nothing." he said.
They headed out into the sunset, new vegas ahead.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): He was born on the waste's, raised on the waste's, and he will die on the waste's. His brother trained him in swordplay, and soon Barry became a natural. He became a caravan guard. "good pay, good job." he would always say. His sister would follow along, every and each job. Soon she started her own caravan, and hired her brother. They were very sucsesful. But after crossing the checkpoint into nevada, they were raided by bandits. They took about everything. Even his sister. Now, each day he keeps one eye open for the raiders that day, and the other eye on the road for bandits. "Don't trust the road." He now says. He is currently unemployed.
IGN: Pyro219
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have much.
Why Us: All the others are either down or terrible. I want to see what this server is like. It'll probably be my main server.
Time You Can Dedicate:Most of the day and night.
IC
Name: John Eziro
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, thin, blue eyes, dark brown hair, tanned skin.
Fears: Claustrophobia and Aracniphobia
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, intelligent.
Occupation: Gun for hire and courier
Skills: Guns, stealth, lockpicking, explosives, Energy weapons
Nickname (Optional): Eezo, Courier 6
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*John walks up to the bar* Hey, bartender, nuka-cola please.
*a group of men walk up, lead one speaks* Nuka? Boy you got any balls?
*John shifts* I don't drink.
*The men laugh, and the leader stabs a knife on the counter* No balls, boy.
*John sighs* Again. I don't drink.
*The men surround him* Boy you better fix your tone.
*John aims his pistol* No thanks. ((Combat ensues))
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born in Vegas, John Eziro, or "Eezo" as he was called by his street urchin buddies, was a thief and a fighter as long as he could remember. The son of one of the former families, John was obsessed about Courier Six, and collected anything he could that was used or owned by him, resorting to stealing, lying, cheating, and killing to get Courier Six artifacts. These things sharpened his skills and led him to become the warrior he is now. When he was 18, he decided the safety of the strip was not enough, and set out into the Mojave with his trusty Canteen, Vault Suit, and knife, ready to take on the wasteland.
He encountered many things in those 3 years. He dove down into a vault, traded with the tribals of Zion park, scavenged The Divide, and basically followed the footsteps of the Courier, eventually meeting the old, wizened Courier Six himself. John stayed for days, learning all he could about and from the Courier, and inheriting everything including his name when the Courier died. Now the new Courier Six, John is ready to make his mark on the wasteland.
IGN: Tabbecat97 Age: 14 Role-PlayExp.: Aurora, and a few smaller ones WhyUs: I like wastelands and it seems decent TimeYouCanDedicate: much time
IC
Name: Kit Deval Gender: female Age: 17 Appearance: 5 foot 7, 120 lbs, frail, seems very weak, light skin tone, short black hair, dark blue jeans, white tube top, tattered black cowl, a old pair of fist fighting gloves, is often seen with a rather hardened look on her face, never shows her fears, looks worried often, uses a headset to speak to her team, likes to be seen as a rebel. Fears: Fire, Zombies, People who want to kill her, and death Personality: BOLD- Kit is bold because she is a natural born leader and likes to step forward to help. HELPFUL- Kit is helpful because she never fails her team even if something horrid has recently happened to her. BRAVE- Kit isn't afraid to die along side her team and friends and is often seen looking around to help anybody even if the task will kill her. STRONG- Kit is strong in many ways. For one she can manage to use a heavy sword like it was a stick. She is also brain strong after reading and studying books that her father had kept and her mother insisted she didn't read. SELF VOCAL- Kit is self vocal beause she likes having her opinions heard where ever she is. Occupation: Bow For Hire Skills: Scavenger, fighting, steath, and archery Nickname(Optional): Kit RP Example(AddDialogue): *Kit wanders into a building that looks like an old workshop. Inside is a oven filled with coal and iron. There is also a chest full of food and tools that Kit can use. Behind her, Kit hears a shuffle and quickly turns around ready to kill.* Kit: *demanding* Who's there? *A man dressed rather well despite the war steps out of the shadows* Man: *chuckles lowly* So you've found my horde? Kit: *demanding still* Why do you have all this stuff? Man: *rubs his short goatee* So I can give it to brave people like yourself. Help yourself to some bread and tools. I have no use for it. *Kit take 3 bread and an iron sword and slowly backs away to the window and shatters it, diving out into the musky street. She rolls, covering herself with her cowl to protect her from the shattered glass. She quickly stands up and runs into the smoky air.* Backstory(1-2[b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Luce Deran, a 21 year old barmaid with pale skin and a frail build, saw a man on the street as she was rushing home from work. He had green eyes and black hair, and he was very tanned and wearing tattered clothing. It was raining and the man was very sick. She took him in and nursed him back to heath. The man was running an extremely high fever and his left arm was fractured. After the man was better, he introduced himself as Sarge. He was in the army, but was separated from his troop after falling ill from the rain. Luce took pity on him and hugged him. Sarge asked to stay one more night, before heading off to find his team and Kit's mother was happy to let him stay. That night, however, Sarge raped her and left, thinking she would bleed to death. But she didn't. She had to live in shame for nine months, carrying the unborn baby. Our story, truly begins with a birth.
Luce has just finished giving birth to a small girl. The baby opened her eyes and they where not blue, like most, but purple. Luce saw the baby as something different and named her Kit. Kit, from her new tender birth, heard her mother speak the tale of how she came to be. Luce assumed that Kit couldn't understand her, but truly Kit could. Kit remembered this tale forever and it never left her. As Kit grew, Luce's proud also grew. Kit was a bold, bright girl who spoke her mind, even though it got her in trouble a lot. Kit had lost the violet eyes in trade for green ones. Luce worked hard to keep her job and to keep the house spotless. Often Luce had to bring Kit to the bar, but didn't have to worry much. Kit from the time she entered, to the time she left, showed that she had guts. The was had street smarts and was strong, even thu she looked weak. Luce didn't mind the fact that her daughter was mainly raised in the bar because it taught Kit lessons. She saw what happened.
When Kit was 4, she went to Luce and begged to go to school. Luce at the time was sitting at the table working out budget and saw her only little angel begging. Luce remembered herself, not going to school and decided she wanted better for Kit. So that week she took Kit to school where she proved once more that she was rather smart. By the time her first year was up, she read everything she could touch and often read anything. Luce decided a good place now for young Kit was the library. So that summer, Luce, with Kit in hand, walked to the library where Sarge sat. He was in a suit and tie and was reading the news paper. Luce quickly went to the librarian and told her to make sure that man stayed away from Kit and that Kit was able to read some good books. The librarian nodded and Luce left for work. The librarian kneeled down to Kit and asked her if she wanted to find a good book. Kit nodded and said she wanted a big book. The librarian laughed and went to go get a few simple chapter books for Kit to read over. Sarge looked over and saw a little girl with big green eyes, waiting. He got up and squatted down to her level, looking deep into her green eyes that told her story. He asked simply "Who is you mom". Kit responded "Luce". Sarge knew that Luce hadn't died and this was his only daughter. Sarge went back to his seat and the librarian returned with boos. Kit took them and the librarian went back to work. Kit totted over to Sarge and sat down next to him. She asked "Are you my brother?" Sarge laughed and said, "No, I am your dad." Luce returned a few hours later to see Kit on Sarge's lap and a hatred comes over her. "How dare you touch her!" Luce yells, grabbing Kit. Sarge blinks and responds "She is my daughter. You could at least let me meet her." Luce ignores him and storms out to her house, a small apartment in the slums. Sarge follows her. "You haven't changed it much." He says softly. Luce sets Kit down and scats her to her room. "What do you want?" She demands. "How was I supposed to know you where alive. And you had MY only child." Luce sits down and motions Sarge to do the same. "Because you left me to die. I had to live with the shame. And Kit knows. Yet she forgave you only because you are her blood." Sarge puts his head in his hands. "I was young and foolish. I am a different man now. A business man, you see." Luce nods. "What do you want. To take away my sweet baby?" Sarge shakes his head, "No, how about being my wife so that I don't have to bear waiting to see my daughter." Luce debates and agrees. The next year they are married and moved into a small home in the suburbs with a nice school and a good library.
Kit grows quickly and happily in her family. When she is 10, she seems still to be bold, brave, and very charming. She loves the fact that Luce married Sarge, even after what he did to her. Kit learned much and she learned a lot from Luce and Sarge, who happily had another baby, a boy. Kit liked her little brother and he looked a lot like Luce, blue eyes and blonde hair. She often watched him when Luce and Sarge went out for meetings and dinner parties. Luce had quit her job at the bar and was a good wife for Sarge. When Kit was 14 she graduated from high school, being top of her class and the only one to graduate early. Sarge wanted to make her a business woman and Luce wanted her to go to collage. Kit's plans, however, surprised all of them. Even Kit herself. After saying good-bye to her family she left with a rucksack and the clothing on her back, setting off to find herself once more. Along the way she learned a bit about fighting and a bit about the war. Back at home, nobody talked about the war.
When Kit turned 16, she found herself in a small band of rebels against the war and against everything. After the leader fell ill, she quickly became the new leader and lead them to a few small victories and a rare loss. The team was very good until the leader died. He had planned to make his brother, a hated rebel who was mean and disliked the team, leader. The team soon rebelled this and Kit was once again the leader. They all soon settled down and made a small camp, unknowing that a bomb was planted. The bomb exploded, leaving Kit alone again. She woke up in the midst of rubble and the bodies of the team. Her clothing was ruined and she reached into her bag for a spare tube top, blue jeans, and found an old cowl, tattered and ruined. It reminded her of the war and of the team and she set off. She reached her destionation on her 17th birthday and the gift she got was a punch in the face and spit in her eyes. Kit soon became bitter, but still was the bold, charming, and brave self she always was. She drifted for a bit before deciding mainly to look for a place to settle down. After a few days, she found a book about the war and read it over, learning of the horror that happened...
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"This.... This is my true form. Are you afraid?" Damien Nex.
Sins of our Fathers, Fallout role playing server.
IGN: zippylove
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: A steampunk server, about three fallout servers and a zombie server
Why Us:I love fallout and I need a good roleplaying server
Time You Can Dedicate:A few hours a week but not every week
IC
Name: Harmony Faith
Gender:Female
Age:17
Appearance: 5,4, 115 lbs,pale,long brown hair in a side pony,small,skinny,hourglass figure,
Fears: Monsters,
Personality:Caring,Brave,Outgoing,Fun
Occupation: No job
Skills:
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
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Hi I Am Aisc I Love The Color Blue, Dragons, Roleplaying, Gaming, And Wishing I Was In A Place Called Skyrim. I am Also A Girl. So Yah......Bye
IGN:bubbadoo11
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:some
Why Us:I love the Fallout series, Minecraft, and RPG's!
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours
IC
Name:Dalton
Gender:Male
Age:10
Fears:Being alone, Darkness, The unknown
Personality:Happy,Optimistic,Shy,Entergetic
RP Example:(Whatshisfacemcgee): Hey, Dalton come look at this!
(Me): what is it?
(Whatshisfacemcgee): It's some dark cave should we explore it?
(Me):... I don't know it's dark and who know's what's in there!
(Whatshisfacemcgee): Uh, ok I guess I will go alone...
(Whatshisfacemcgee): *heads into the cave*
(me) *shivers* Wa..W.Wait for me!
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): I was born in a good-hearted town of GoodSprings my father had left me when I was only 3 "To chase his made up dreams" my mom would tell me. At the age of 4 my mom started to teach me to shoot with a BB gun. At the age of 7 I learnt how to use a 10MM pistol. I then assisted my mom go Gecko huntin'. I loved helping her! One day however we were exploring a cliff side to see if any Geckos were up here. suddenly Gecko's swarmed around my mother. I shot all of them but my mom was close to death! I ran to Doc Mitchell's to patch her up. He told me we made it just in time. She was out cold for 2 weeks. I slept next to her bed, I swore to never leave her side after that.
At ten I had accidently slept in. My mom didn't come to wake me up! I started to worry and Hyperventilate. I couldn't find her anywhere! No one saw Hide nor hair of her. I thought that she probably went with that courier that passed by for some reason. I then wandered the Mojave looking for her, or atleast a kindred spirit so it is not so quiet here. Some day I hope to find her. I pray every day that she is alive and kicking, somehow I feel that she is near.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Join Date:
3/22/2012
Posts:
55
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IGN:Kindpyro
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: ive played on savage realms, some medival rp.
Why Us: because hopefully, this fall out server will work for me. also, there is alot of choices that are open for th eserver.
Time You Can Dedicate: next couple of days, im heading some were for 3 weeks and when i come back, full time.
IC
Name: Dmitri Stalin
Gender: M
Age: 33
Appearance:Dmitri os wearing a black naval soviet suit, with a hat with a little gold square on the front of it, theirs 6 buttons on his jacket.
Fears:Shadows
Personality: he is a very easy going man, on the out side,
he is tough and like Soviet war machine, but on the inside, he has a heart,
he trys to help many people out as much as he can
Occupation:
Skills:likes to farm and is interested in many different things in the wasteland.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"you, YES you"
"What do you want, sir."
" i want your head on this mofin plate right now"
"Stranger starts to pull out a small knife. and heads forward"
"my good sir, if it is a fight you are looking for, Then it is a fight indeed"
Dmitri pulls out small pistol and starts taking shots into the man chest
the stranger keels over dead, while Dimitri goes over and searches his body.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Dmitri was born on a submarine, which was under the sea when the bombs dropped
the submarnie was not affected in any way at all, his mother and father deiced on stalin as his last name because
he was a great leader and won the war of 1939-1945. he spent many of his early years living oin the sub and when he was 29 the submarnie crashed onto a island some were near hawiai, 2 years when every thing was off the sub and the island was ready for the people to live on, he told his fellow frineds/family he was leaving for the main land.it took him year ot get were he is now.
as he arrived in the wasteland, he began looking for matrtials to srtat building a shack to live in, he found some metal and started building a one roomed shack that he called home.
Role-Play Exp.:Ive played Fallout 2 through new vegas.
Why Us:Because its the best server ive seen in a long time.
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as i possibly can
IC
Name:Andrew
Gender:Male
RP Example :(Beggar) "Please, can you spare any food or water?"
(Weary Traveler) "No, go away."
(Beggar)*pulls out a 32.* "put your hands up and give me your caps!"
(Traveler) *looks at the gun*"those 38 specials?"
(Beggar) "huh?" *looks at gun
(Traveler) *Grabs the gun, sidesteps and fires the round into the ground then twists the beggars
arm around his back, takes the gun and pushes him to the ground.
(Traveler)"i should kill you, but since i have some mercy i'll give you 2 minutes
to get what you can carry and leave town, if i ever see you again... i wont be so nice."
(Beggar) *runs off
(Traveler)"Now, what was i going to do? ah yes, the saloon."
Backstory :Was a teen in the Kaibabs tribe in the Grand Canyon, on one day while i was out hunting i
returned to burning huts and dead people. i rushed into my house to find my father, shot in the head
in a corner and my mother, gagged and naked on the bedding with a bullet through her head. After that
day, I took what supplies i could and wandered the waste, without meaning. Every day i could'nt stop
thinking about it,the smell of ash, the screams of the wounded and the beaten, a memory, an etching
of the horrors that this new "Legion" had chosen to unleash upon my people Then i found myself in
freeside,breezing through town as usual when i learned that the legion was here and were facing
off with the NCR.
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Sorry i can't hear you over the sound of me playing Fallout 2.
IGN: minimikey88
Age: 15
Role-Play Exp.: I don't have much, the only example I have is that I used to write books (which probably counts for nothing) and I was on the Ender Triumvirate until it disbanded.
Why Us: I love minecraft. I always have. I love Fallout. I've played New Vegas and Fallout 3. When I saw that you combined them I did a quadruple take. You made my summer.
Time You Can Dedicate: Probably around 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM (Central time) on weekdays, and only 2 hours on the weekends.
IC
Name: Mike Kastl
Gender: Male
Age: 26
RP Example: Dehydrated and living off of nothing but Radroach meat, I stumble into a humble town known as Goodsprings.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): I made my living off of hunting down radscorpions and radroaches and other such pests in the Mojave. I lived alone, no wife, no kids, no family. One day, a stranger walked into town, talking of finding his scientist father, and of the Vault, and I got curious. So, I went looking for this Vault, hoping that it was easier living there. It wasn't. When I got to this
Vault, it was blasted open, and crawling with supermutants. I high-tailed it out of there. Unfortunately, the mutants followed my scent. They tracked me back to town and killed everything in sight. I tried to help, but all I had was a vintage .22 rifle. I did all I could do, then I ran. I ran through the desert for at least 3 miles before I found anything. What I found was a New California Republic camp, Camp McCarran.
After talking for a while with Captain Curtis, I convinced him to give me a gun and ammo, along with some food, and they sent me on my way. Now, I'm wandering through the desert, looking for a place to settle.
IGN: DragonFaith
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Ive played many rp games and i think they are very fun.
Why Us: I love fallout
Time You Can Dedicate: 5-8 hours a day.
IC
Name: Bobby ( no last name, he doesn't know his family )
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: Big tall guy with huge muscles, always wears glasses because he's cool like that
Fears: Nothing fears him...
Personality: Paranoid, lacks trust in others. A loner, very violent and is never relaxed. Very quiet guy.
Occupation: Paid assassin.
Skills: Lock picking, assassinating, speech and many more....
Nickname (Optional): The Destroyer
RP Example (Add Dialogue): ( A raider aproaches a wastelander )
Raider : Hey you!
Wastelander: Me?
Raider: Yeah you! Give me all your caps.
Wastelander: Please, im not looking for trouble ( reaching for his gun ).
Raider: If you touch that gun im gonna blow your head off.
Wastelander: Ok Ok!! ( gives him all his caps )
Raider: Shame your too short. ( kills the wastelander )
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): As a little boy he lived on the streets, he didn't know his family and that's why he is always grumpy. He learned martial arts and now is one of the best assassins to live. An old man found him and gave him a shelter. Bobby was very thankful and loved the old man like he was his father. One day the old man died, he got killed by an assassin. While he was still alive, Bobby told him that he will find the assassin who killed him and will get his revenge. From then on he is always grumpy and doesn't talk much.
IGN:Emeralshadow
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.: Played on multiple other fallout servers. Played on a medevil role-play minecraft server.
Why Us: Looks like the Superior choice in fallout roleplaying servers
Time You Can Dedicate: 4 hours a day
IC
Name: Ralph Creel
Gender: Male
Age:25
Appearance:big muscular shapped body, Dirt on his face, long brown hair.
Fears: Being killed without reason
Personality:Will do anything for his survival, even killing someone he loves.
Occupation: Engineer, mercenary
Skills: Skilled with the blade, great shot with a gun.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):Ralph walked towards the empty house and he looked inside the window. He saw a small family sitting at there table talking. The place looked dirty, unfortified, but well supplied with food and supplies. Ralph was hungry, what could he do but steal? He broke down the door, stole the families food and chained them to a guard rail.
Backstory (1-2 paragraphs):Ralph came across Nevada after living in arizona for some time. Ralph was apart of Caesers legion, an unforgiving group of people that killed, enslaved and destroyed towns. Ralph remembered the times of taking of Phoenix and enslaving the townsmembers seeking to rebuild it. He remembered building totureous devices such as the crusher or the pitfall enslaver. Unforging, shoot first ask later. Though ralph had a bad past, he seeks to make a good life of himself in the new found land he is settling on...
IGN:Jole Collins
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.:I have been on two other RP servers
Why Us:Because I have loved the fallout games and would like to give this server a try
Time You Can Dedicate:Right now basically about 4 hours or more
IC
Name:Jole Collins
Gender:male
Age:23
Appearance:About 6'4, dark red hair, caucasian
Fears:Spiders
Personality:Jole is willing to help someone and is usually a nice guy
Occupation:engineer
Skills:metal working, engineering, and firearms
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue): "Hey Jole what do you think of that building?"said the man next to him. "I don't trust the place there might be feral ghouls in there and I am low on ammo for my rifle" he said. *the man shrugs at Jole then begins to walk towards the building* "Hey wait up!" Jole had said loudly. *As the two walk into the building a feeling of dread washes over them* "I don't like the looks of this place man." He said.
Backstory: Jole was a normal guy well as normal as someone born into the wasteland his mother died giving birth to him so he was raised by his father who taught him some of the basic skills someone his age needed to survive. As Jole got older he began to learn how to engineer new things for the town he lived in and after awhile had got a decent gate defense system going. One day while he was working on a new project he had heard a noise outside when he went out to find out what it was he saw that raiders had gotten through the gate and had begun to kill the towns people. Jole panicked he hurried back inside and got together supplies to survive in the wastes he ran for the gate while the raiders were going through the other end of the town. He had no idea what happen to his father and had decided to never go back to that town in fear that raiders set up camp there. He now goes through the wastes at age twenty three looking for a way to make a living.P.S. the I.P doesn't work for me.
IGN: kalebtarrant
Age: Im gonna be honest, but 11.
Role-Play Exp.:Played fallout 3, NV, skyrim, and alot of darkRP on garrysmod
Why Us:I love roleplay, and i've been looking for a server that doesn't require donations do break a block.
Time You Can Dedicate:If i like the server, i can donate alot of time soon because summer break is coming up
IC
Name: Barry Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Has a beard, hair, he's fit, not so much about him. He looks average
Fears: Armed bombs and the enclave. Mostly cause their fearsome look of their helmets
Personality: Mostly a nice guy, tough, and on the fritz near T.N.T or other explosives.
Occupation: Nothing realy, he does jobs for caps mostly, but if he finds a job that he likes, he'll take it.
Skills: Good at hand to hand combat, smart, and good at crafting things and blacksmithing
Nickname (Optional): B.
RP Example (Add Dialogue): As barry sat in the caravan, he was excedingly happy. He was returning to his hometown, nevada. Then they arrived at a NCR checkpoint.
Ncr troop: "Passport please."
The people on the caravan handed over their passports, and 50 caps.
"damn, i brought only 50 caps." barry said.
Barry grudgingly handed over both the items, then the caravan headed out.
Barry: *sighs*
Lucy: "what's wrong?"
"nothing." he said.
They headed out into the sunset, new vegas ahead.
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): He was born on the waste's, raised on the waste's, and he will die on the waste's. His brother trained him in swordplay, and soon Barry became a natural. He became a caravan guard. "good pay, good job." he would always say. His sister would follow along, every and each job. Soon she started her own caravan, and hired her brother. They were very sucsesful. But after crossing the checkpoint into nevada, they were raided by bandits. They took about everything. Even his sister. Now, each day he keeps one eye open for the raiders that day, and the other eye on the road for bandits. "Don't trust the road." He now says. He is currently unemployed.
OOC
IGN: Pyro219
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: I have much.
Why Us: All the others are either down or terrible. I want to see what this server is like. It'll probably be my main server.
Time You Can Dedicate:Most of the day and night.
IC
Name: John Eziro
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Tall, thin, blue eyes, dark brown hair, tanned skin.
Fears: Claustrophobia and Aracniphobia
Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, intelligent.
Occupation: Gun for hire and courier
Skills: Guns, stealth, lockpicking, explosives, Energy weapons
Nickname (Optional): Eezo, Courier 6
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*John walks up to the bar* Hey, bartender, nuka-cola please.
*a group of men walk up, lead one speaks* Nuka? Boy you got any balls?
*John shifts* I don't drink.
*The men laugh, and the leader stabs a knife on the counter* No balls, boy.
*John sighs* Again. I don't drink.
*The men surround him* Boy you better fix your tone.
*John aims his pistol* No thanks. ((Combat ensues))
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Born in Vegas, John Eziro, or "Eezo" as he was called by his street urchin buddies, was a thief and a fighter as long as he could remember. The son of one of the former families, John was obsessed about Courier Six, and collected anything he could that was used or owned by him, resorting to stealing, lying, cheating, and killing to get Courier Six artifacts. These things sharpened his skills and led him to become the warrior he is now. When he was 18, he decided the safety of the strip was not enough, and set out into the Mojave with his trusty Canteen, Vault Suit, and knife, ready to take on the wasteland.
He encountered many things in those 3 years. He dove down into a vault, traded with the tribals of Zion park, scavenged The Divide, and basically followed the footsteps of the Courier, eventually meeting the old, wizened Courier Six himself. John stayed for days, learning all he could about and from the Courier, and inheriting everything including his name when the Courier died. Now the new Courier Six, John is ready to make his mark on the wasteland.
IGN: Tabbecat97
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: Aurora, and a few smaller ones
Why Us: I like wastelands and it seems decent
Time You Can Dedicate: much time
IC
Name: Kit Deval
Gender: female
Age: 17
Appearance: 5 foot 7, 120 lbs, frail, seems very weak, light skin tone, short black hair, dark blue jeans, white tube top, tattered black cowl, a old pair of fist fighting gloves, is often seen with a rather hardened look on her face, never shows her fears, looks worried often, uses a headset to speak to her team, likes to be seen as a rebel.
Fears: Fire, Zombies, People who want to kill her, and death
Personality: BOLD- Kit is bold because she is a natural born leader and likes to step forward to help. HELPFUL- Kit is helpful because she never fails her team even if something horrid has recently happened to her. BRAVE- Kit isn't afraid to die along side her team and friends and is often seen looking around to help anybody even if the task will kill her. STRONG- Kit is strong in many ways. For one she can manage to use a heavy sword like it was a stick. She is also brain strong after reading and studying books that her father had kept and her mother insisted she didn't read. SELF VOCAL- Kit is self vocal beause she likes having her opinions heard where ever she is.
Occupation: Bow For Hire
Skills: Scavenger, fighting, steath, and archery
Nickname (Optional): Kit
RP Example (Add Dialogue): *Kit wanders into a building that looks like an old workshop. Inside is a oven filled with coal and iron. There is also a chest full of food and tools that Kit can use. Behind her, Kit hears a shuffle and quickly turns around ready to kill.*
Kit: *demanding* Who's there?
*A man dressed rather well despite the war steps out of the shadows*
Man: *chuckles lowly* So you've found my horde?
Kit: *demanding still* Why do you have all this stuff?
Man: *rubs his short goatee* So I can give it to brave people like yourself. Help yourself to some bread and tools. I have no use for it.
*Kit take 3 bread and an iron sword and slowly backs away to the window and shatters it, diving out into the musky street. She rolls, covering herself with her cowl to protect her from the shattered glass. She quickly stands up and runs into the smoky air.*
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): Luce Deran, a 21 year old barmaid with pale skin and a frail build, saw a man on the street as she was rushing home from work. He had green eyes and black hair, and he was very tanned and wearing tattered clothing. It was raining and the man was very sick. She took him in and nursed him back to heath. The man was running an extremely high fever and his left arm was fractured. After the man was better, he introduced himself as Sarge. He was in the army, but was separated from his troop after falling ill from the rain. Luce took pity on him and hugged him. Sarge asked to stay one more night, before heading off to find his team and Kit's mother was happy to let him stay. That night, however, Sarge raped her and left, thinking she would bleed to death. But she didn't. She had to live in shame for nine months, carrying the unborn baby. Our story, truly begins with a birth.
Luce has just finished giving birth to a small girl. The baby opened her eyes and they where not blue, like most, but purple. Luce saw the baby as something different and named her Kit. Kit, from her new tender birth, heard her mother speak the tale of how she came to be. Luce assumed that Kit couldn't understand her, but truly Kit could. Kit remembered this tale forever and it never left her. As Kit grew, Luce's proud also grew. Kit was a bold, bright girl who spoke her mind, even though it got her in trouble a lot. Kit had lost the violet eyes in trade for green ones. Luce worked hard to keep her job and to keep the house spotless. Often Luce had to bring Kit to the bar, but didn't have to worry much. Kit from the time she entered, to the time she left, showed that she had guts. The was had street smarts and was strong, even thu she looked weak. Luce didn't mind the fact that her daughter was mainly raised in the bar because it taught Kit lessons. She saw what happened.
When Kit was 4, she went to Luce and begged to go to school. Luce at the time was sitting at the table working out budget and saw her only little angel begging. Luce remembered herself, not going to school and decided she wanted better for Kit. So that week she took Kit to school where she proved once more that she was rather smart. By the time her first year was up, she read everything she could touch and often read anything. Luce decided a good place now for young Kit was the library. So that summer, Luce, with Kit in hand, walked to the library where Sarge sat. He was in a suit and tie and was reading the news paper. Luce quickly went to the librarian and told her to make sure that man stayed away from Kit and that Kit was able to read some good books. The librarian nodded and Luce left for work. The librarian kneeled down to Kit and asked her if she wanted to find a good book. Kit nodded and said she wanted a big book. The librarian laughed and went to go get a few simple chapter books for Kit to read over. Sarge looked over and saw a little girl with big green eyes, waiting. He got up and squatted down to her level, looking deep into her green eyes that told her story. He asked simply "Who is you mom". Kit responded "Luce". Sarge knew that Luce hadn't died and this was his only daughter. Sarge went back to his seat and the librarian returned with boos. Kit took them and the librarian went back to work. Kit totted over to Sarge and sat down next to him. She asked "Are you my brother?" Sarge laughed and said, "No, I am your dad." Luce returned a few hours later to see Kit on Sarge's lap and a hatred comes over her. "How dare you touch her!" Luce yells, grabbing Kit. Sarge blinks and responds "She is my daughter. You could at least let me meet her." Luce ignores him and storms out to her house, a small apartment in the slums. Sarge follows her. "You haven't changed it much." He says softly. Luce sets Kit down and scats her to her room. "What do you want?" She demands. "How was I supposed to know you where alive. And you had MY only child." Luce sits down and motions Sarge to do the same. "Because you left me to die. I had to live with the shame. And Kit knows. Yet she forgave you only because you are her blood." Sarge puts his head in his hands. "I was young and foolish. I am a different man now. A business man, you see." Luce nods. "What do you want. To take away my sweet baby?" Sarge shakes his head, "No, how about being my wife so that I don't have to bear waiting to see my daughter." Luce debates and agrees. The next year they are married and moved into a small home in the suburbs with a nice school and a good library.
Kit grows quickly and happily in her family. When she is 10, she seems still to be bold, brave, and very charming. She loves the fact that Luce married Sarge, even after what he did to her. Kit learned much and she learned a lot from Luce and Sarge, who happily had another baby, a boy. Kit liked her little brother and he looked a lot like Luce, blue eyes and blonde hair. She often watched him when Luce and Sarge went out for meetings and dinner parties. Luce had quit her job at the bar and was a good wife for Sarge. When Kit was 14 she graduated from high school, being top of her class and the only one to graduate early. Sarge wanted to make her a business woman and Luce wanted her to go to collage. Kit's plans, however, surprised all of them. Even Kit herself. After saying good-bye to her family she left with a rucksack and the clothing on her back, setting off to find herself once more. Along the way she learned a bit about fighting and a bit about the war. Back at home, nobody talked about the war.
When Kit turned 16, she found herself in a small band of rebels against the war and against everything. After the leader fell ill, she quickly became the new leader and lead them to a few small victories and a rare loss. The team was very good until the leader died. He had planned to make his brother, a hated rebel who was mean and disliked the team, leader. The team soon rebelled this and Kit was once again the leader. They all soon settled down and made a small camp, unknowing that a bomb was planted. The bomb exploded, leaving Kit alone again. She woke up in the midst of rubble and the bodies of the team. Her clothing was ruined and she reached into her bag for a spare tube top, blue jeans, and found an old cowl, tattered and ruined. It reminded her of the war and of the team and she set off. She reached her destionation on her 17th birthday and the gift she got was a punch in the face and spit in her eyes. Kit soon became bitter, but still was the bold, charming, and brave self she always was. She drifted for a bit before deciding mainly to look for a place to settle down. After a few days, she found a book about the war and read it over, learning of the horror that happened...
Sins of our Fathers, Fallout role playing server.
IGN: zippylove
Age: 17
Role-Play Exp.: A steampunk server, about three fallout servers and a zombie server
Why Us:I love fallout and I need a good roleplaying server
Time You Can Dedicate:A few hours a week but not every week
IC
Name: Harmony Faith
Gender:Female
Age:17
Appearance: 5,4, 115 lbs,pale,long brown hair in a side pony,small,skinny,hourglass figure,
Fears: Monsters,
Personality:Caring,Brave,Outgoing,Fun
Occupation: No job
Skills:
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
NOT DONE STILL WORKING ON IT
IGN:bubbadoo11
Age:13
Role-Play Exp.:some
Why Us:I love the Fallout series, Minecraft, and RPG's!
Time You Can Dedicate: A few hours
IC
Name:Dalton
Gender:Male
Age:10
Fears:Being alone, Darkness, The unknown
Personality:Happy,Optimistic,Shy,Entergetic
RP Example:(Whatshisfacemcgee): Hey, Dalton come look at this!
(Me): what is it?
(Whatshisfacemcgee): It's some dark cave should we explore it?
(Me):... I don't know it's dark and who know's what's in there!
(Whatshisfacemcgee): Uh, ok I guess I will go alone...
(Whatshisfacemcgee): *heads into the cave*
(me) *shivers* Wa..W.Wait for me!
Backstory (1-2 [b]LONG[/b] paragraphs): I was born in a good-hearted town of GoodSprings my father had left me when I was only 3 "To chase his made up dreams" my mom would tell me. At the age of 4 my mom started to teach me to shoot with a BB gun. At the age of 7 I learnt how to use a 10MM pistol. I then assisted my mom go Gecko huntin'. I loved helping her! One day however we were exploring a cliff side to see if any Geckos were up here. suddenly Gecko's swarmed around my mother. I shot all of them but my mom was close to death! I ran to Doc Mitchell's to patch her up. He told me we made it just in time. She was out cold for 2 weeks. I slept next to her bed, I swore to never leave her side after that.
At ten I had accidently slept in. My mom didn't come to wake me up! I started to worry and Hyperventilate. I couldn't find her anywhere! No one saw Hide nor hair of her. I thought that she probably went with that courier that passed by for some reason. I then wandered the Mojave looking for her, or atleast a kindred spirit so it is not so quiet here. Some day I hope to find her. I pray every day that she is alive and kicking, somehow I feel that she is near.
IGN:Kindpyro
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: ive played on savage realms, some medival rp.
Why Us: because hopefully, this fall out server will work for me. also, there is alot of choices that are open for th eserver.
Time You Can Dedicate: next couple of days, im heading some were for 3 weeks and when i come back, full time.
IC
Name: Dmitri Stalin
Gender: M
Age: 33
Appearance:Dmitri os wearing a black naval soviet suit, with a hat with a little gold square on the front of it, theirs 6 buttons on his jacket.
Fears:Shadows
Personality: he is a very easy going man, on the out side,
he is tough and like Soviet war machine, but on the inside, he has a heart,
he trys to help many people out as much as he can
Occupation:
Skills:likes to farm and is interested in many different things in the wasteland.
Nickname (Optional):
RP Example (Add Dialogue):"you, YES you"
"What do you want, sir."
" i want your head on this mofin plate right now"
"Stranger starts to pull out a small knife. and heads forward"
"my good sir, if it is a fight you are looking for, Then it is a fight indeed"
Dmitri pulls out small pistol and starts taking shots into the man chest
the stranger keels over dead, while Dimitri goes over and searches his body.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):Dmitri was born on a submarine, which was under the sea when the bombs dropped
the submarnie was not affected in any way at all, his mother and father deiced on stalin as his last name because
he was a great leader and won the war of 1939-1945. he spent many of his early years living oin the sub and when he was 29 the submarnie crashed onto a island some were near hawiai, 2 years when every thing was off the sub and the island was ready for the people to live on, he told his fellow frineds/family he was leaving for the main land.it took him year ot get were he is now.
as he arrived in the wasteland, he began looking for matrtials to srtat building a shack to live in, he found some metal and started building a one roomed shack that he called home.
IGN:Cha0s1324
Age:14
Role-Play Exp.:Ive played Fallout 2 through new vegas.
Why Us:Because its the best server ive seen in a long time.
Time You Can Dedicate:As much as i possibly can
IC
Name:Andrew
Gender:Male
RP Example :(Beggar) "Please, can you spare any food or water?"
(Weary Traveler) "No, go away."
(Beggar)*pulls out a 32.* "put your hands up and give me your caps!"
(Traveler) *looks at the gun*"those 38 specials?"
(Beggar) "huh?" *looks at gun
(Traveler) *Grabs the gun, sidesteps and fires the round into the ground then twists the beggars
arm around his back, takes the gun and pushes him to the ground.
(Traveler)"i should kill you, but since i have some mercy i'll give you 2 minutes
to get what you can carry and leave town, if i ever see you again... i wont be so nice."
(Beggar) *runs off
(Traveler)"Now, what was i going to do? ah yes, the saloon."
Backstory :Was a teen in the Kaibabs tribe in the Grand Canyon, on one day while i was out hunting i
returned to burning huts and dead people. i rushed into my house to find my father, shot in the head
in a corner and my mother, gagged and naked on the bedding with a bullet through her head. After that
day, I took what supplies i could and wandered the waste, without meaning. Every day i could'nt stop
thinking about it,the smell of ash, the screams of the wounded and the beaten, a memory, an etching
of the horrors that this new "Legion" had chosen to unleash upon my people Then i found myself in
freeside,breezing through town as usual when i learned that the legion was here and were facing
off with the NCR.
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