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
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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
Member Details
OOC
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: 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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