IGN:boldbird99
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers
Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. Then at the age of 17 went on a journey to rivet city. On his way there he found the brother hood. He then worked for the brotherhood for 4 years then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then flees to the the west were he meets up with the navada chapter of the enclave and they let him join. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it.
(my second post i just fixed up the back story to make more sence)
Add a bit more backstory, and you'll be good to go.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
Everybody Breaking news, Our Owner Colbinile/Denivire has went on leave for a while it is uncertain on the date he will return, but from now on I am in-charge till then. Bulding will be going by fast and we should have the server up in 3 weeks max some things happened to the server that stalled the building and we are short on builders so if you wanna help build PM me and I will be the judge of you. Send me pictures of your best work and be as professional as possible and YOU MUST BE MATURE! If you mess with or screw with the server in anyway or are immature on or to the build team you will be permanently ban (some exceptions will be made).
Thank you
~Sincerely
InsaneArtist and the Fallout War Never Changes Staff
Alright, Well im making some skins for the server. I already have a ghoul and a wastelander. Any other reccomendations of skins I can make?
Soviets skins, Indep skins, and NCR skins
Indep - look like raggedy NCR armor clothes with red stains and holes and such.
Soviets - Have Trench coats, Beards, Russian Hats(one with one without) and the Spec Ops make em sorta coolish Russian-esc like yah know try making one like this: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/battlefield-skin/
My impatience/anticipation has gotten the better of me.
OOC
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* I grew up out west, not really sure about the situation around me. Lived in a small settlement, not bad 'livin. Lived under NCR jursidiction, not the best of people, but they kept us safe. Dad died long ago, 'somethin about missing a payment with a loan shark. My mother did obscene jobs while I was young, usually selling herself for a handfull of caps. Died of an unkown illness when I was seventeen. Had three brothers, two of which joined a regiment in the NCR. The other? Who the hell knows. My life went on, I mostly worked for the caravans, getting enough caps to get me by. Life was getting old out here, when I saw the job poster. It paid a modest 150 caps, along with some fresh supplies. They wanted to go to the city in all the tales, that people talked of its grandness. The city of New Vegas. Signed up for the trip in a heart-beat.
Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Were the caps worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? As the caravan was moving along, we were ambushed by a few ghouls. Couldn't fend 'em off fast enough, got everyone but me. Now, I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, one not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
My impatience/anticipation has gotten the better of me.
OOC
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* I grew up out west, not really sure about the situation around me. Lived in a small settlement, not bad 'livin. Lived under NCR jursidiction, not the best of people, but they kept us safe. Dad died long ago, 'somethin about missing a payment with a loan shark. My mother did obscene jobs while I was young, usually selling herself for a handfull of caps. Died of an unkown illness when I was seventeen. Had three brothers, two of which joined a regiment in the NCR. The other? Who the hell knows. My life went on, I mostly worked for the caravans, getting enough caps to get me by. Life was getting old out here, when I saw the job poster. It paid a modest 150 caps, along with some fresh supplies. They wanted to go to the city in all the tales, that people talked of its grandness. The city of New Vegas. Signed up for the trip in a heart-beat.
Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Were the caps worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? As the caravan was moving along, we were ambushed by a few ghouls. Couldn't fend 'em off fast enough, got everyone but me. Now, I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, one not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
I will post my answer later because of your impatience so keep watching :tongue.gif:
IGN:
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on ruined world, the plauge and various other minecraft roleplay servers. I have often roleplayed in the elder scrolls series. My ruined world app is right here. Hopefully it shows what I can accomplish with roleplaying.
Why Us: I have been playing a ridiculous amount of fallout lately and I really like the setting of the game. So why not combine two of the games I'm playing in a server?
Time You Can Dedicate: Anywhere from 1-3 hours a day. Possibly more depending on the day.
IC
Name: James Gunning
Gender: Male
Age: I have been around for so long I don't remember. I am at least 100 years of age.
RP Example: (NCR attacking independents near Novac)
Independent 1: These NCR are tearing us apart. 2 of us died already. James see if you can do something with that rocket of yours.
Me: I will see what I can do.
*Runs screaming towards NCR*
NCR Squad Leader: HOLY F***i *Gets Clubbed with a launcher*
Independents: Yeahhh! Go James!
*Fires Rocket killing remainder of the NCR squad.*
Me: *Breathes heavily* Anyone got a couple of bandages? I got hit a little bit.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)The vault door exploded. All of a sudden people started screaming, panic filled the area. Massive hulking monsters burst through the door. That is the day I turned into one of them. I was 20 when they "dipped" me. But we will get back to that later. I was born sometime around 2140. The vault which I was born in escapes me at this time. The vault felt packed in for me but it was good enough. I knew that the few people that survived the nuclear explosions in the wasteland turned into horrible looking ghoulish creatures. I was assigned the role of pipboy programmer. At least I didn't have to be a fry cook or a pedicurist! So I began starting my job. Then we come back to the dipping.
From what I know now that beast of a man, "The Master" as other super mutants called him, was the one breaking into vaults to get more super mutants. For some reason some of the super mutants saw some sort of potential for me and brought me and a few others they had not dipped yet to the Mariposa Military base. The process was terrible. I grew and became two stories tall. I also became a lot more intelligent and strong. I guess I could consider myself lucky. Some of the other super mutants I saw were puny and could hardly talk and when they did it was in a horrible slur. The master said that I was one of the best results they got and I became one of his guards. I hated doing it. His motives were just terrible and he often got me to observe the process of the dipping. One night I ran from the camp. I have no idea how no one saw me because I am 20 feet tall. I moved on and on and eventually came to the New Vegas area. I was persecuted by all except the independents, who made it clear they needed me in their battle. I agreed with what they wanted and became a part of their revolution.
Full Name: James Gunning
Specialization (Spy, Fighter, Farmer): Fighter.
Why The Independence: As a super mutant almost no one listened or talked to me. Most just ran because of my hulking size. The independence saw that I was not stupid and asked me if I would join their organization. I agree with the independence movement and will help all for it.
Will You Assist The Resistance To The End: Yes. I know if I was captured other factions would force me into being their own personal pack brahmin. I will defend the independence with my life.
Are You Dedicated: Yes I will fight as much as am needed and will help out all fellow independents.
We'll see you in Novac.
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I heard spades and pickaxes speed up destroying blocks, not sure if it's true though :/
Everybody Breaking news, Our Owner Colbinile/Denivire has went on leave for a while it is uncertain on the date he will return, but from now on I am in-charge till then. Bulding will be going by fast and we should have the server up in 3 weeks max some things happened to the server that stalled the building and we are short on builders so if you wanna help build PM me and I will be the judge of you. Send me pictures of your best work and be as professional as possible and YOU MUST BE MATURE! If you mess with or screw with the server in anyway or are immature on or to the build team you will be permanently ban (some exceptions will be made).
Thank you
~Sincerely
InsaneArtist and the Fallout War Never Changes Staff
Umm... Isn't he back? He just posted a few hours ago and came back from his break yesterday, did he leaves us again so soon?
So. Who wants me to upload and make skins for the server? They may not be the best and the fit the server. It is better than running around as tron guy, poptart kitty, and some 2010 kid though.
hey, could you make me a skin? it just has to be a gut with black hair, semi-pale skin( its the wasteland so it would be impossible to be completely pale) and mostly dressed in black, but slightly ownr clothes.
IGN:boldbird99
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers
Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. His family consisted of him and his father. He was really close with his father, they did everything togeather. He was the one who showed him how to shoot and survive in the wastes. when he turned 16 his father got sick, really sick. He died on jericho's 17th birthday. Then after his fathers death he sent out on a journey to rivet city to try to find a new home. On his way there he found a wounded brotherhood member. Knowing from his fathers teachings he helped the wounded man and in exchange for helping him he gave him a spot in the brother hood. that man he helped became his best friend and they became closer than brothers. He then prceded to work for the brotherhood for 4 years. Then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then flees to the the west to escape death were he meets up with the navada chapter of the enclave and they let him join dispite being from the brother hood. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it and anyone who stands in his way. And he wont stop till every last one of them is dead.
Bold, is there really a reason to not only to ignore my comment, but to repost your application? It's only a few posts back. Edit: Just saw that you did fix it, though I must ask, why would you randomly walk all the way from Washington to Nevada?
because he would die because everyone was on the hunt for him and he stole important documants so he wanted to turn them over to the brother hoods enemy the enclave
Add a bit more backstory, and you'll be good to go.
Alright, Well im making some skins for the server. I already have a ghoul and a wastelander. Any other reccomendations of skins I can make?
Soviets skins, Indep skins, and NCR skins
Indep - look like raggedy NCR armor clothes with red stains and holes and such.
Soviets - Have Trench coats, Beards, Russian Hats(one with one without) and the Spec Ops make em sorta coolish Russian-esc like yah know try making one like this: http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/battlefield-skin/
OOC
IGN: octovian10
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: I've played on the highly popular, "Lord of the Craft" server, for several months now. The charm of the medieval/fantasy is starting to wear out on me, figured i'd try out something new.
Why Us: Why not? You seem quite dedicated to your server, more than most. You're also working hard to give your player-base the best role-playing expierence you can. Sounds like a great server from what I see.
Time You Can Dedicate: Around two hours a day.
IC
Name: Shane Nickname: Razor
Gender: Male
Age: 29
RP Example:
*I rush into the saloon, nearly breaking the wooden door off its hinges*
Bartender: Guess you're running from the law, 'eh?
Me: Guess you could say that. Are there any weapons around this place?
Bartender: Maybe. How many caps it worth to 'ya?
Me: D***it! The Soviets tracked me here, they'll be here any second! Do you want to be an accomplice to this? No, didn't think so. Now pass me a d*** gun!
Bartender: Alright, clam down son. Will this do?
*Bartender throws Razor a lazer rifle*
Me: This'll do just fine... *Two Soviet grunts rush into the saloon, not expecting the blood-bath that ensued*
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): *Razor lights his last cigar, a rare commodity in such harsh time. He starts jotting down another entry in his journal* I grew up out west, not really sure about the situation around me. Lived in a small settlement, not bad 'livin. Lived under NCR jursidiction, not the best of people, but they kept us safe. Dad died long ago, 'somethin about missing a payment with a loan shark. My mother did obscene jobs while I was young, usually selling herself for a handfull of caps. Died of an unkown illness when I was seventeen. Had three brothers, two of which joined a regiment in the NCR. The other? Who the hell knows. My life went on, I mostly worked for the caravans, getting enough caps to get me by. Life was getting old out here, when I saw the job poster. It paid a modest 150 caps, along with some fresh supplies. They wanted to go to the city in all the tales, that people talked of its grandness. The city of New Vegas. Signed up for the trip in a heart-beat.
Three months since my caravan reached this hell hole. Tales of women, quick riches, power. I still haven't gotten any of 'at, just a path to my inevitable death. Were the caps worth it? Now all I have is three dead bodies laying next to the camp, in the middle of a wasteland. The Mojave, home of the legendary New Vegas. I guess this is my new home, and i'll just have to fight off the fact I left a much better place for this dust bowl. Guess it 'ain't all bad, right? Bah, who am I kidding. Slavers, sand, raiders, the NCR, did I mention the sand? As the caravan was moving along, we were ambushed by a few ghouls. Couldn't fend 'em off fast enough, got everyone but me. Now, I barley know where the hell i'm at. Been living off what supplies the Brahmin had on their backs. I do have this map, shows a few settlements, one not far off from my small encampment. From the journal the other guard had on him, it's the 2310, April second. I'll be updating my journal as needed, but for now, i'm readying myself to venture off. I just hope I don't go insane before reaching this place called GoodSprings.
I will post my answer later because of your impatience so keep watching :tongue.gif:
ABOMINATION
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/11/abominationz.png/
GHOUL
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/202/ghoulp.png/
RAIDER
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/684/raideri.png/
SUPER MUTANT
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/705/supermutant.png/
WASTE LANDER
http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/813/wastelander.png/
And that is them! More skins to come, and sorry if they are not high quality. Keep in mind I wrapped these guys up in 10 minutes total.
7/10 for all in general some where great some werent as good but they are all good
Accepted, happy?
IGN:
Age: 18
Role-Play Exp.: I have played on ruined world, the plauge and various other minecraft roleplay servers. I have often roleplayed in the elder scrolls series. My ruined world app is right here. Hopefully it shows what I can accomplish with roleplaying.
Why Us: I have been playing a ridiculous amount of fallout lately and I really like the setting of the game. So why not combine two of the games I'm playing in a server?
Time You Can Dedicate: Anywhere from 1-3 hours a day. Possibly more depending on the day.
IC
Name: James Gunning
Gender: Male
Age: I have been around for so long I don't remember. I am at least 100 years of age.
RP Example: (NCR attacking independents near Novac)
Independent 1: These NCR are tearing us apart. 2 of us died already. James see if you can do something with that rocket of yours.
Me: I will see what I can do.
*Runs screaming towards NCR*
NCR Squad Leader: HOLY F***i *Gets Clubbed with a launcher*
Independents: Yeahhh! Go James!
*Fires Rocket killing remainder of the NCR squad.*
Me: *Breathes heavily* Anyone got a couple of bandages? I got hit a little bit.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)The vault door exploded. All of a sudden people started screaming, panic filled the area. Massive hulking monsters burst through the door. That is the day I turned into one of them. I was 20 when they "dipped" me. But we will get back to that later. I was born sometime around 2140. The vault which I was born in escapes me at this time. The vault felt packed in for me but it was good enough. I knew that the few people that survived the nuclear explosions in the wasteland turned into horrible looking ghoulish creatures. I was assigned the role of pipboy programmer. At least I didn't have to be a fry cook or a pedicurist! So I began starting my job. Then we come back to the dipping.
From what I know now that beast of a man, "The Master" as other super mutants called him, was the one breaking into vaults to get more super mutants. For some reason some of the super mutants saw some sort of potential for me and brought me and a few others they had not dipped yet to the Mariposa Military base. The process was terrible. I grew and became two stories tall. I also became a lot more intelligent and strong. I guess I could consider myself lucky. Some of the other super mutants I saw were puny and could hardly talk and when they did it was in a horrible slur. The master said that I was one of the best results they got and I became one of his guards. I hated doing it. His motives were just terrible and he often got me to observe the process of the dipping. One night I ran from the camp. I have no idea how no one saw me because I am 20 feet tall. I moved on and on and eventually came to the New Vegas area. I was persecuted by all except the independents, who made it clear they needed me in their battle. I agreed with what they wanted and became a part of their revolution.
Full Name: James Gunning
Specialization (Spy, Fighter, Farmer): Fighter.
Why The Independence: As a super mutant almost no one listened or talked to me. Most just ran because of my hulking size. The independence saw that I was not stupid and asked me if I would join their organization. I agree with the independence movement and will help all for it.
Will You Assist The Resistance To The End: Yes. I know if I was captured other factions would force me into being their own personal pack brahmin. I will defend the independence with my life.
Are You Dedicated: Yes I will fight as much as am needed and will help out all fellow independents.
We'll see you in Novac.
Umm... Isn't he back? He just posted a few hours ago and came back from his break yesterday, did he leaves us again so soon?
hey, could you make me a skin? it just has to be a gut with black hair, semi-pale skin( its the wasteland so it would be impossible to be completely pale) and mostly dressed in black, but slightly ownr clothes.
Age:14
Role-Play Exp. :i have Played and beat F:NV 7 times and fallout 3 2 times(going on a third) and fallout two i am in the middle of and ive been on a couple mc rp servers
Why Us:bucause i wanted to be on a fallout server since 1.3
Time You Can Dedicate:2-3 hours on weekdays 3-6 on weekends (sometimes)
IC
Name:Jericho Steel
Gender:male
Age:24
RP Example:(raiders aproch a caravan)
Rader:STOP and step out to the side of the road.
Caravaner #1:okay just hold on(reaches for his gun)
Raider:(shoots caravaner in the leg and takes away then gun he was going to grab. then dumps him on the side of the road) now unless u dont want to walk again i would sugest all of you join him.
Caravaner #2-5:(join the injured friend)
Raider: (then shoots the remaining caravaners in the head then rides the caravan away)
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
He was born in megaton. His family consisted of him and his father. He was really close with his father, they did everything togeather. He was the one who showed him how to shoot and survive in the wastes. when he turned 16 his father got sick, really sick. He died on jericho's 17th birthday. Then after his fathers death he sent out on a journey to rivet city to try to find a new home. On his way there he found a wounded brotherhood member. Knowing from his fathers teachings he helped the wounded man and in exchange for helping him he gave him a spot in the brother hood. that man he helped became his best friend and they became closer than brothers. He then prceded to work for the brotherhood for 4 years. Then as one of his commanding officers goes mad with power and kills his best friend. He decided he had to kill him. He ends up killing him but the officers friend gets rid of all the proof of his crimes. So Jericho is sentenced to death by firing squad. He manages to escape and steal important documents. He is shunned as an outcast forever. He then flees to the the west to escape death were he meets up with the navada chapter of the enclave and they let him join dispite being from the brother hood. He is ever seeking revenge on the brotherhood killing anyone from it and anyone who stands in his way. And he wont stop till every last one of them is dead.
because he would die because everyone was on the hunt for him and he stole important documants so he wanted to turn them over to the brother hoods enemy the enclave